#barn anon

"Mal I'm tired." The Emperor says just rubbing his face knowing damn well he's out of sight as he's distorting the warp around him so people don't see him... except for his companions and Malcador.

"Tired?" Malcador said with surprise in his voice, "You're never tired."

"Not now Mal I'm serious just... can you handle the Imperium for like... threeish days?" The godly, but not a god at all, man said looking down at his eternally frowning friend.

Malcador sighed and nodded, "Yeah of course I can Revelation."

Somehow he could snap his fingers in that armor of his as he walked away from Malcador, "You're the best. Valdor you know what counts as catastrophic enough to wake me up."

"Yes my Lord." The Custodes said.

Gaius keeps his human wrapped up in his arms as he ushers her towards the Salamanders. He curses whatever gods there might be that thought to punish him by sending him and his human back to his world. She's not like him! She's weak, fragile, untouched, untainted by the cruelty and horrors of his world.

Keeping her safe and away from his fellow World Eaters was a challenge, let alone his own Primarch. If he weren't one of the more renown warriors, he knows she probably wouldn't have been left alone this long. Still for all the fondness he has for his brothers and his genefather, he knows she would never be able to sleep without fear for as long as she's around them. Oh he's not an idiot, those damn Nails would sooner or later turn them all into mad war beasts. He had thought of ways to flee, to ensure her safety away from his Legion. Then it seems that fate wanted to make it up to them, for whatever reason the World Eaters and the Salamanders would be meeting up briefly.

Gaius cares little for the details, only for the fact that Salamanders and their Primarch are known for their care towards civilians. He had laughed and joked about this weakness of theirs to his fellow brothers in the past. Yet now it is this so-called weakness that might ensure his human's survival. He can see how the Salamanders on duty grip their weapons tighter at the sight of him, it is only his human clinging onto him that keeps them from aiming at him. He doesn't blame them, he knows his own reputation.

He swallows his pride and pleads his case, asking, begging for them to let the two of them go with them. At least take his human! She's not safe with his own legion. He breathes a sigh of relief when one of the Salamanders tells them to follow him. Gaius knows that he can't go back after this, his Primarch and brothers would never forgive him, but if it ensures his human's safety... that's all he needs.

She was feverish... Gaius had done all he could do to warn about what was going to happen. The legions were all in chaos as he wasn't the only one to refute what was going to happen... and while father and the Emperor were listening... he still pulled away fearful of what was still going to happen.

She smiles up at him as he mutters some old lullaby as she clings to him for warmth yet she sweats profusely. Its not a hard secret to find out as he glances around at the quarters he was provided. He heard that for the most part it was World Eaters and Night Lords trying to get their bonded away from their primarchs, Perturabo was apparently indifferent for the most part.

I just have the mental image of that scene in the first Michael Bay Transformers movie where the Autobots are causing a mess in the garden. Cause that’s what I’m picturing whenever a bunch of astartes start gathering and the poor human was not informed.

My brained jumped to Sanguinius immediately

You looked up at the angelic looking man as you couldn't stop the way his charming smile warmed your heart. Your Astarte was twitching wildly in the background utterly terrified at the fact that a Primarch was there... the second part being that he was a Chaos Astarte... he watched the large fingers gently cup his humans' face as he cooed and talked to her in Gothic.

Pregnant? His human is pregnant? Gabriel nearly knocks his human over when he rushes to hug her. She's crying? Don't cry, unless it's out of happiness. He purrs and kisses her cheeks, he plucks the pregnancy tests from her hands to look at the results himself. They've made something! Would it be a boy or a girl? He's torn. He's had brothers for the bulk of his life but a little girl that looks exactly like his human?

He purrs happily and peppers her with kisses, good little human, he'll take care of her as her pregnancy progresses. He'll handle all the housework so she can rest and focus on growing their child. Their little miracle. Perhaps it's not as much a surprise to him as it is to her. He is aware of a few of his battle brothers with bonded humans that are "single mothers" with little ones that look suspiciously to those Blood Angels. Maybe it is mostly his fault for not using protection when he's fully aware of this possible end result. But... this can be a little surprise from him to her right?

He rumbles as his human mutters about needing to set up check ups and a nursery. He can handle the nursery, can he go with her for her check ups?

Set after Gabriel's Valentines day special

You feel your leg bounce as you rub the barely visible bulge on your stomach. You know exactly who the father is... given that he was the last person you had sex with. Gabriel coos to your softly sitting on the floor next to you trying his best to comfort you. Oh God you were an Astartes-fucker... and you got pregnant! He rubs your hand as he is certainly feeling your panic rising.

Gabriel should feel guilty as there was a possibility of getting his dear human pregnant but he just wanted to show her how much he loved her and was this not also the greatest way for him to show his love? His eyes flick over to the nurse as she calls her last name and he helps her up.

"Emotional Support Astartis?" She says with a smile and you just nod.

"Yeah I'm a mess of emotions right now." You say softly replying as you worry about people finding out... would someone try to take your kid?

"Well you've got your big guy. Lie down please." You obey and she tucks some of those hospital paper around you and some tucked into the top of your pants as cold get is rubbed on your stomach.

Gabriel watched just cooing happily but internally he was doing his mental checkmarks... he would have to tell the acting chapter master what he had done and then the chief apothecary would want to look her over... and then the small coven of alpha legion that is friendly with the legion? Were they basically a legion again? Either way they would make sure no one suspected anything.

You gasped seeing the blurry blobby mess that was your fetus? kid? You just were surprised to even see something perhaps you were hoping to be told no it was no longer there. You look over at Gabriel and you can tell he's holding his breath his eyes focused on the screen just looking over the little blurry blob with you. You wonder if they would have his red hair...

The visit goes well as you hand Gabriel the ultrasound picture... it doesn't look like much but... you can tell it means a lot to him. For Gabriel as he looks down at the little photo. Of course, the Apothecary would be able to get a clearer picture of their child but he didn't know why... but this was something he was going to cherish.

Odysseus worries about only a few things, yet they're such important things that he mind as well be juggling the world. His Master, the Emperor, how he might best serve and stop anything that might be a danger to him, his fellow Custodes, and now this fragile... primitive human.

He watches as his human sweeps the leaves that had fallen overnight. He can't understand why does he have this bond with her. He had discovered that such bonds aren't that uncommon for the Space Marines that had found themselves in this positively ancient version of Terra. He's largely content and even happy or delighted to have this special bond with his human.

Yet there's a part of him that's repulsed by this bond. He's a Custodes, one of the Emperor's Ten Thousand, he shouldn't be so affected by this! Then there was the fact that he can't just can't simply up and walk away from her and never look back. Well he could and he tried. He found himself racing back to her within a month. T-this... This must be some sort of corruption or something. He feels like he's being manipulated into staying and caring for this vulnerable human and that by doing so, he's betraying his Lord and Master.

He tightens his grip on his spear as he watches his human move back into her house. How he wishes he could just drive it into her and watch the life fade from her. He would be freed from this invisible chain binding him to her. He would be free to seek out a way to return to the Emperor. He would... shatter.

Odysseus nearly drops his spear as suddenly revulsion, guilt and shame surges through him. As if punishing him for even daring to have such thoughts. He wants to throw up. He struggles against the tide of emotion, only barely managing to tread the waters of this tsunami. He grits his teeth and rids such thoughts from his mind. As soon as he focuses on caring for his human, the tide recedes and is replaced by the warm sunlight of joy, devotion and even love.

This sudden unnatural shift in emotions is only further proof to him, that this bond isn't right. He shouldn't feel this way. But what other choice does he have? Odysseus sighs. At least humanity has yet to discover rejuvenation treatments. If he's lucky, his human would die of natural causes by the end of this century. He growls as he tries to shove aside those dark thoughts. No. If he's lucky, his human will live to see the next century.

Husbandry Tags: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon

A Custodes... an Adeptus Custodes... a companion... and a myriad of other titles you hardly remember him giving as he eventually just said that they would be here for a good part of a month if he was to sit and list all his titles.

There were no guides or forums for you to look on for help about this... Odysseus had said as much as well... he refused to answer if there were more than just him...all he said was that there were more Grey Knights around then Custodes... and well since no one really knew how many Astartes were around.... it felt like a non answer.

You sighed as it was hard and perhaps you were a little jealous given how affectionate you saw others with their Astartes and you had a prickly and standoffish creature but you try your best to show him your affection for him back. But it felt like he was always keeping you at arms length... you hardly talked about him to others who gushed about their companions as he felt more like a roommate.

But when you come home one day you pause by the once blank wall seeing the classical beauty painted all over it making you just sit on the floor... like a bench you would sit on in the museum. You could see a seamless combination of all your favorite classical works somehow all referenced in one flowing piece.

"This isn't a pretty Pog situationship you have found yourselves in?" he says looking down at the collection of humans. Everyone looks to each other confused.

The godly being groaned and muttered, "Son of a -"

"I understand you sir." The police officer speaks up just as the golden eyed man and his large sons look down at the collection of people. "Just uh... I don't think you're using half of the words you said right."

Some days he pities you. This poor human that has to deal with him. He’s fully aware that he’s more than likely the worst guest, or rather housemate given how often he’s at your place now. Other days he’s lost in the haze of anger and fury. Then there’s the days that he feels like himself, his true self, the Angron before the Nails.

He wants to beg for forgiveness for the things he has said and done, wants to chase you off before the Nails’ influence creeps back in and consume him once more. He knows he’s a mess and he knows you deserve better. Somehow you haven’t run from him, you’re still here and patiently supporting and helping him, ever patient and kind. He has seen his World Eaters, the ones before and after this…. Heresy that they speak of.

When the Nails’ influence are at its lowest, he feels the guilt, regret and self-loathing once more. His World Eaters deserved a better Primarch, just as you deserve a better bond-partner.

DID I JUST MAKE/CONFIRM THE HUSBANDRY AU IS A FIXIT FIC?

WELL FUCK YOU I LIKE FIXING ANGRON

Angron is interested in this strange world... half successful of removing nails from his sons just getting a few out would be better then nothing at all. Given who he is and what he is... several apotocaries are joining to watch the surgery... it seems none of his apothocary sons joined him here as he is certain they are the ones to put the nails into their brothers.

He watches you knit as today is a day that they don't dig into his brain... the guilt eats at him and yet you seem to know when he is deep in his thoughts. "You nervous about Surgery Angron?" You ask looking up at him as your hands do their practiced motions.

"No." He says looking down at her. "Why do you keep me around?"

You make a dismissve noise, "Why do you say it like that? Like you're some animal unworthy of a kind hand?"

"Because I am."

"You're not. Sure you can say you don't deserve it but I'm going to overrule you on that."

He lets out a wicked noise not exactly a laugh but not something dismissive either, "Mouthy little creature aren't you?"

"I aim to please Angron."

Before he can say something a nurse walks out, "We're ready."

"I'll be nearby." You reply.

Oh the fun that can be had in this reverse world.

See the thing is it's also a matter of WHEN you meet the primarch. Was your Emperor's Children a loyalist boy so then you get to meet loyalist Fulgrim or is your Traitor Emperor's Children doing all he can to keep his father away from you.

Cuz the horus heresy happened in a short amount of time this might screw up some timelines and plans. And then the Emperor of mankind having to pull English out of his memories to try and actually communicate to these humans who end up when he's still alive and kicking what the hell is going on.