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In the Land of Terra where the Imperium lies. One Wife to rule them all, One Wife to find them, One Wife to bring them all and in the grimdark - bind them.
The premise here is that the Emperor decided to reward the Primarchs with a wifeā¦ to share. That way they can all enjoy a suitable reward while not having to have a wife 24/7 and be distracted from campaigning and conquering.
This is not a duty he expected to have to perform, nor is it one he was interested in - but he isnāt stupid. Heās seen and understood life among the nobles and court, and if this is what father expects of him so be it.Ā
His expectations of you are very high, if youāre to be shared property between every primarch you had best be fit for the duty, but in turn he treats you well and defends you from all angles of attack, even his brothers if he deems their actions unfit.Ā
That is to say though, if you get him to properly warm up to you over time then you can expect him to make sure heās setting aside time to properly indulge you. You go from getting princess and her stoic knight treatment to queen and her ravenous champion treatment.Ā
He absolutely ends up in a heated rivalry with Leman for marking and scenting you.
Fulgrim - III
Heās got wife experience, but heās never been one to shareā¦ So heāll just have to be the best of the bunch to earn your favour.
Very big on monopolising your time, lavishing you with expensive gifts and outings amongst the stars. Every week scheduled with you is packed with perfection, he even coaches his sons who are more than confused by the arrangement toĀ act perfectly towards you.
It becomes a mission to woo you and win your affection as the best husband that the whole legion gets involved in, always praising their father around you, acting beyond courteous how they never would with a baseline prior.Ā
Asks you questions about your time with the other primarchs, not to spy on them but to garner information on who your favourites are and what theyāve been doing with you so he can assuredly be the best.
He ends up becoming your go to when you need someone to gossip with and have a āgirls nightā, and is the best to go to for pampering and spoiling in luxury.
Perturabo - IV
Fantastic, another useless and demeaning task to attend to.
A wife.
As if his valuable time could not be better spent anywhere else.
He views the whole thing as a nightmare he has to endure, and has no problem letting you know this and gritting his teeth about the whole thingā¦. right up until you end up showing an actual interest in his work and life.Ā
This isā¦ tolerable from you.Ā
Eventually he ends up winding your approval to be sort of the Emperorās approval since youāve been assigned by him, and this makes it acceptable to win you over with romantic gestures - or something along that line of mental gymnastics he has to placate himself with in order to justify the fact heās beginning to like you.
He winds up making you beautiful and intricate things like music boxes and carved mirrors just to watch your face light up and becomes exceptionally moody when itās not his wife time, and heaven help the poor soul who brings up youāre with Dorn right now.
Jaghatai Khan - V
Heās more used to the idea of one man being tended to by multiple women, but he supposes that cultures vary among the galaxy, and wonders if it was an idea from his fatherās heritage heāll never know.
Pretty open minded going into it, and if you go with his flow youāll end up having a great time and the freedom to do what you like under his care.
Surprisingly slows down to get to know you properly, and wants to actually understand you as a person first. This leads to some thoughtful dates that tend to be centred around talking together, like stargazing, teaching you to ride a horse etc.
Heās actually the first among his brothers to suggest sharing time together, and organises for a lunch between you, himself and Magnus - which ends up being a great success.
Leman Russ - VI
Things in the pack are often communal, not so much mates but heās not overly concerned as long as you can keep up with him and whatever activity he has planned.
Definitely one to annoy his brothers the most by making sure youāre thoroughly scented by him - that is to say, went back reeking of dog.
In the same vein as Fulgrim it's treated as a competition rather than shared duty, so prepare for the pelts of giant beasts hunted in your honour and trinkets of conquered worlds. Constantly boasts about how he must be your favourite (whether its true or not) and is very vocal about everything he does with you.
The rivalry with Lion is a sore point and if anyone asks he has definitely not begged Guilliman to schedule it so he has you right before Lionās turn. Definitely not.Ā
Rogal Dorn - VII
What did anyone expect him to do with thisā¦ wife?
He isnāt sure and his communication requests for clarification went unanswered repeatedly, and there was no direct meeting between himself and his father before his āturnā came, and he figures that the best plan of action is to play it safe.
Ensure you are fed, kept at a comfortable ambient temperature, and that no harm comes to you.
Perhaps, perhaps he will arrange a meeting with you.Ā
Just to meet you, of course. It would be vastly unbecoming if he could not pick out his wife in a line up, let alone a crowd.Ā
Heās very awkward and uncertain in the meeting but he finds himself liking your company and endeavours to spend more time with you. It didnāt go as badly as heād have thought but he would still like a manual or instruction set.
Perhaps he should ask Guilliman if heās written one for you yet.
Konrad Curze - VIII
The first time you meet he tries his hardest to scare you off - greeting you by jumping down from the ceiling, keeping you in almost complete darkness and then his attempt at the most miserable tarot reading session.Ā
Until every card draws good fortune and a closening bond.
He draws the deck again - same result.
Then cleanses the cards. Then burns them. And the deck after.
Heād have kept going if you hadnāt started telling him off, but the shock of it just made him stop (and Sevetar throw a fit), and then you just stayed.Ā
You stayed by his miserable side and when he found he did not detest your company, you suddenly had quite the clingy bat who was always reluctant and cagey to let you leave when his time with you is up.
It does cause a few issues when you start getting a large shadow stalking you and odd āgiftsā during your time with other primarchs, but he cheers up when you see him next.
Sanguinius - IX
Sanguinius is definitely the most nervous of everyone.
From his sonās affliction that could most certainly hurt you, to his feelings about his wings setting him apart and position within society, having someone else get close to him in such a manner that isnāt a brother, isnāt a primarch like him is an anxious affair that he has to smother under the smile of an angel.
So he plays the part heās meant to play, perfect dates, garden walks, gifted finery and perfumes that cost more than some planets but the whole time he is internally a nervous wreck. His heart pounds and jitters, and when his brothers see him like that they think itās because heās fallen for you deeply.
Then it happens, you come in close to embrace him and his panic lurches for the briefest moment before he can control it and wings flare in response - smacking you across the face. He recoils in horror and has to lunge to catch you as the sheer force of the blow sends you flying, but to his utter shock and dismay youāre giggling.Ā
Heās just hit you and youāre laughing?
Apothecaries are called with his fear increasing as youāre bent double in hysterics, looking at him adoringly and holding yourself up on him as his dismay only grows for the clearly severe brain damage he has caused.
āYou know, you donāt have to be perfect for me? This is my perfect.ā
Heās not convinced, if anything heās more convinced of serious injury, but once youāre cleared by the apothecaries you finally manage to corner him alone and convince him that the real him is enough for you.Ā
Itās a long road to relearning each other but it makes you all the closer.
Ferrus Manus - X
He doesn't particularly care about the matter either way, but he just doesnāt get the point. Maybe for some of his more flamboyant brothers you would be a nice shared reward, but there was no need to get everyone involved - he had precisely zero interest in the affair.
Until Fulgrim decides to get involved, because he refuses to let his favourite brother fall to the bottom of the hypothetical list of your favourites.Ā
So you end up with set up dates between the two of you, not anywhere near as grand as the ones between yourself and Fulgrim, but gorgeous none the less. Theyāre entirely awkward until one dinner where Ferrus is roughly stabbing at his food as you try to tentatively question him.
āIād rather be in my workshop than here.ā
āAlright, letās go.ā
Queue Ferrus rebooting.
What?
In a sort of stunned daze he takes you, and you both end up having an enjoyable time in his workshop while he teaches you the basics and you get to actually be hands on and have fun rather than just simply being doted on.Ā
Angron - XII
It is his belief that this is the stupidest idea his father has ever had. He might quite possibly be right, which is saying something.
Your first meeting is pretty disastrous, because in comparison to him, you are a pretty, breakable, little thing that he is under explicit orders not to break. It makes him consistently perturbed when you try and get close to him and he finds excuse after excuse to keep you far away from him and even further from his sons.
But you are nothing if not persistent.
Managing to eventually corner him vaguely alone is a monumental challenge to be applauded for, but even harder is the part that comes next - showing him that its worth it to be part of his life. Proving to him that the good is worth the agony of resistance.
If you manage to do so youāll find yourself loved not delicately, like a glass ready to shatter, but wholeheartedly, where he will hold you crushingly close to his heart because he cannot bare to lose you.
Roboute Guilliman - XIII
In the meeting where they are told he reacts very practically, ever ready to organise and mediate such things, and immediately offers to schedule for everyone taking into account ground based missions, time on Terra, campaigning and much more.
Initially this is as a purely logistical exercise, but after a few relaxing dates where he genuinely enjoys himself with you he ends up rescheduling to have the most time with you and no one ever suspects him of this.Ā
He also ends up setting the most fantastic time with you, having anticipated your needs based on the brothers before and after him as to whether you need a relaxing spa retreat and time lounging in his arms or if youād prefer something with intimate romance or wild adventure. With the sheer number of planets under his jurisdiction also he is both capable and willing to indulge your whims when it comes to acquiring things from far and wide to your taste.
Mortarion - XIV
His own loathing makes the idea utterly repulsive - youāre telling him that one month youāll be cared for by Sanguinius and his perfect angels then the next youāll be stuck with him?
What a wretched fate youāve landed yourself to be torn apart between hounds and hellions.
He steels his resolve to do the utter bare minimum required of him and leave you to his brothers - except every time he meets you he falls for you more and more. The smallness and softness of you compared to him, the way you are actually meant to be his (in part at least), that you are a gift of recognition from his father.Ā
You are sweet where he is bitter.
It makes him clam up and becomes nervous to think about, because heās treated you coldly until now, but he tries doing little things for you that he hopes you notice. Things to make your rooms more comfortable, to make your stay nicer, even a bouquet of flowers in your room for your arrival after he spent hours working up the nerve to do so.
Magnus the Red - XV
Heās intrigued by the prospect, and initially spends a lot of time before meeting you researching, which brings him down a rabbit hole of reading into different courtships across the galaxy and wondering which would be the most effective. Then he spends time grilling each of his brothers on which technique theyāll be using to varying degrees of success - but mostly failure.
This leads him to the idea that he should just try as many as he can to observe and record your reaction to them.Ā
It ends up being really funny and enjoyable watching him try out different things with you and performing various mating rituals. Your favourite is when he did a āmating danceā in a revealing outfit to outline his muscles and tried to get Sanguinius to join in, much to his horror.
Horus Lupercal - XVI
Itās not quite the political marriage he had in mind, but heās not one to squander or fail to adapt to the circumstance at hand - heāll show his āyoungerā brothers how itās done and make sure your standards are higher than his ego is large.
Grandeur is the name of the game, and it's his time to effortlessly prove why of all your husbands he is named the Warmaster. Meticulously planned displays of wealth, declarations of love and live demonstrations of his sheer strength designed to prove heās a set about the rest.
The Mournival also gets involved, under strict orders to uphold the highest of standards across the board and make sure every Luna Wolf is obeying also, plus, they make great messenger boys for his never ending supply of gifts, letters and treats while youāre away from him in order to remind you while youāre parted.
Guillimanās best laid plans are occasionally waylaid as he abuses his power to send his brothers away to different battles and areas of the campaign when he feels threatened and wants to disrupt your plans with them.
Lorgar Aurelian - XVII
He believes you to be utterly divine - quite literally a wife sent for him from God.
You have a temple and several pieces of literature before youāve ever met and every member of his legion is briefed on how they should behave towards you far in advance.Ā
By and far the most overwhelming experience when people stop to kneel, pray and praise you every time you even so much as walk down a corridor, but itās something you learn to take in stride as he treats you like a goddess made flesh.
Every time you meet is an escalation of behavior, where you come back and heās had a palanquin constructed so that your feet might never need to touch the floor again in his care, or if you prefer, he will drop everything to carry you around - in fact heād like it much better that way.
He tries to convince his brothers of this divine truth to limited effect, but quite a few take to the idea of carrying you around more often.
Vulkan - XVIII
The Lord of the Drakes is quite possibly the most relaxed about the whole situation, deciding to become a safe space for you to relax and unwind. Figuring his brothers would all be going overboard and the best thing to be for you would be calm and simple.
He teaches you about Nocturne's culture and listens to you in turn, becoming a confidential shoulder to lean on when you need to rant about the stupid things the other primarch would do from time to time, or if you just needed space from the galaxy at large - he was there for you. Based on this heās also the first to nudge some of his brothers in the right direction when desperately needed.
This isnāt to say he doesnāt win you over in his own, less showy, way too. Heāll give you phenomenally crafted gifts but behind closed doors and heāll take care of your every need without having to compete because heās secure in himself beside you.
Corvus Corax - XIX
He spends a long time observing you from the shadows to pass his judgement on you long before youāre ever scheduled to meet, and is quite impartial and impassive towards you to start. There is trust in his fatherās judgement, but hesitation in the execution - this reward was not something he asked for or wanted, but rather imposed upon him and his seclusion.
This means it ends up being his sons and serfs you interact with first, and seeing how you treat people when supposedly no one is watching is what ends up endearing you to him. You have status and power, yet you donāt exploit it. It was a rarity in this galaxy and he intended to treasure it, which is why you start receiving treasures in turn.Ā
And also why you sometimes go missing from your time with other primarchs - causing mass panic every single time. He just needs to steal you away to a little nest sometimes, is that such a crime? Yes, yes it is, if you as Konrad at least.
Alpharius/Omegon - X
What a wonderful idea!
Theyāve just been hand gifted the perfect, if incidental, spy into their brotherās personal lives and legions.
Every gift has a listening device, every meeting an ulterior motive, but to you it simply feels as though heās very attentive and caring to every detail of your life.
Slowly but surely though, they each start falling for you and it becomes the messiest dynamic when each brother thinks the opposite and that they have to hide their feelings from each other for the first time. It actually causes one of them to slip up for the first time and have an emergency crisis meeting to āmanage expectationsā towards you, which is actually code for planning multiple ways to remove you from their brothers with body doubles, fake deaths and more until they find a way to make you theirs and theirs alone.
Bonus: The Emperor
He demands scheduled time with you, and everyone thinks itās a tactical move where you report back to him but in reality he was made to be a girl dad and thatās the real reason he gave his sons a wife. Sure thereās gossip, but thatās just because he knows all the best tea - not you, oh the perks of telepathy.
But yes, prepare for the most pampering to actually come from his spa days and insane spending and shopping for his favourite tool child.
Thinking about the complexity and insecurity Atreus carries regarding his wings, growing up hearing whispers about whether they were mutations or a divine blessing from his father, until he eventually comes to the conclusion that they're just useless aesthetic weights. Because while his sister can fly just like their father, he's forever doomed to be the "the walking angel"
Plus, he no longer has his sister around for support, his father isn't exactly present, and he doesn't want to be yet another burden on his other parent.
After the whole fiasco with Konrad Curze breaking into Sanguinius' attic, I like to imagine you having to clear out your house of Night Lords Monthly.
Not that they break anything. It's just the jump scares you get when you go into your hallway and see Jago standing there. Go into your attic to grab something, and there's like ten of those motherfuckers in there. You don't need to find out how much weight a floor can hold.
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Primarch's being bad at relationships in their own unique ways in no particular order and just for funsies.
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Dating Perturabo means accepting that you will never get to speak to another man again in your lifetime. Jealousy is a way of life with him.
Being with Lion similarly means no privacy. This man *is* the surveillance state. No secrets here. For you I mean. He still has plenty.
Russ loves being the life of the party and making others laugh and feel comfortable. This will absolutely come at your expense from time to time as he shares details of your relationship or anecdotes about you that you don't want him to. Not above thoughtlessly embarassing you in front of his friends.
Guilliman is maybe the most standard of the Primarchs, but, to no one's surprise, his schedule is the other woman in your relationship and you are not the priority here.
Fulgrim is hot and cold - obsessive and adoring one moment and frostily ignoring you the next for seemingly small slights.
Horus has the same problem as Russ but to a worse degree. The moment he is in *charm* mode you no longer exist to him. At parties & meetings he is working the crowd and you get to be his invisible shadow.
Angron's temper doesn't really need much more explaining. Whether he wants to or not this man is kicking holes in walls and breaking your stuff.
Konrad is killing your pets 100%. Think Wuthering Heights "I strung up her dog" scene. Do not date this man.
Jaghatai is putting your life in danger with stupid stunts just because he's an adrenaline junkie who thinks consequences are for other people.
Sanguinius is extremely emotionally manipulative. He is gaslight gatekeep girlbossing his way to whatever he wants and it's pretty easy to see why everyone around him gives in with no effort.
Magnus 100% thinks he's smarter than you (and everyone else). And hey maybe he's right, but he doesn't have to be such a prick about it. Will absolutely correct you in public in front of your friends.
Corvus refuses to share or communicate his feelings. More importantly he accepts any sharing from you with the emotional care of a fax machine. This is just information to him.
Alpharius/Omegon think they're far more entertaining than they are and the constant pranks in your relationship are gonna get old quick.
Being with Lorgar is like being with an emotionally stunted youth pastor. He sees you as more of a follower or devotee than as a partner.
Ferrus uses the silent treatment as punishment. Do something he doesn't like and he's treating you like a piece of furniture until you apologize.
Dorn accepts your input but only so that he can show you why he's always right. He doesn't expect everyone to instantly understand that his way is the best way, but he's certain that you'll soon see that it is.
Vulkan is always willing to compromise with others *on your behalf* to keep the peace. A lot of unintentional gaslighting of the "surely you misunderstood" and "I'm sure it wasn't that bad" variety.
Mortarion is a downer about everything all the time. You are managing his moods constantly and find yourself performing excitement and joy just to get him to react with anything other than pessimism.
I wanted to give a request being either 30k or 40k timeline, just a funny little thought I had, but imagine the Primarchs (accidentally) doing something to their wives. Like bumping into them, giving sass because theyāre tired or whatnot and their sons DO NOT tolerate it.
I just know Loken would drop kick Horus for his mama. Sigismund would probably throw a brick at Dorn. Dark Angels & Space wolves full on growling at Lionāel or Leman. I just thought it would be a funny idea to allow you some creative writing as a break!! No need to rush this ask just had to share it with someone :p
(Please take care of yourself and remember to hydrate!!)
Oh my friend, the astartes don't fuck around when it comes to their legion mama. They don't care who it is, if you're disrespected, they will deal with it.
Especially the legions with less than friendly fathers.
The Night Lords have chased Konrad from a room more than once for snapping at you. Sevatar even snatched him by the collar and full on threatened to make his visions of death come true early when Konrad grabbed you too roughly (he didn't mean to, he forgets his strength with you sometimes)
Perturabo knocked you over entirely on accident and had his sons turn on him so fast. The quickest way to humble him is to remind him that you have more power over his legion than he does (a fact he lowkey doesn't hate all that much because he knows that means he chose his lover correctly, and it's a good reminder that his sons were actually good for something.)
Kharn full on punched Angron in the face for raising his voice at you. No question, no warning, he just launched himself across the room and fed his father a knuckle sandwich.
But none of the primarchs are safe from the rage of their sons if they were to ever hurt their wives in any way.
Dark Angels have run off with you before, full on hiding you for weeks because Lion snapped at you. He had to hunt them down so he could apologize- something he's already not great at. Thankfully, you're a literal angel, and heard him out even if it was rough and awkward.
Ahriman put hundreds of little hexes on Magnus to cause him all manner of inconveniences when he said something that made you feel stupid and cry. There were so many of them, Magnus was finding remnants for years after it was all smoothed out. Though, that could also be because Magnus tends to talk down to you a lot without meaning to, and none of his sons- most of all Ahriman- put up with that.
Fulgrim learned very quickly why making you cry was a bad idea when he criticized your appearance once. It was a small comment (in his less than humble opinion), but it was enough to upset you to the point of tears and stars help him he's never seen his sons so angry. He had three of them shove themselves between the two of you while two more ushered you away to soothe you while talking about helping you divorce him if you want. He wasn't permitted to see you for days until you finally told your sons you missed him and wanted to talk.
And the Alpha Legion? The Alpha Legion will full on expose which of them is their fathers if either of them disrespect you. And you know they're telling the truth because of how horribly offended they are on your behalf that their fathers spoke to you that way.
I have so many more examples. I could absolutely go on.
Ultramarines make Roboute sit through a 20-hour presentation titled āOptimal Behavior for Maintaining a Good Relationship with One's Spouseā and it has bullet points, slides, multiple high-quality citations and a highly qualified guest speaker. Every time Roboute tries to leave, his sons unanimously hit him with the Ultramarine Is Disappointed In Youā¢ stare.
Spouse, meanwhile, is receiving psychological support and being hand-fed grapes.
After Ferrus makes offhand comment about how lacking your latest creation is his sons straight up start ignoring him for days and only listen to you while simultaneously bringing you hand-forged gifts. Ferrus is effectively locked out of his legion until he apologies and re-evaluate his ways.
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Warnings: Mentions of death and sickness. Poor Little Cat is not having a good day.
Description: Taliesin is trying to take care of his mortal, fragile Little Cat. But even his best efforts are not enough.
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The storm came upon them without warning.
Taliesin strode undeterred through the howling fury of rain and wind. To either side, close enough that he could touch both without fully extending his arms, rose the sheer stone walls of the mountain pass. Water funnelled down their surface in glistening sheets, turning the hard-packed dirt beneath his sabatons into a river that surged halfway to his knees.
Grey water. Grey walls. Grey sky overhead.
It could give the illusion of passing through a liquid vortex.Ā
āAre you all right, Little Cat?ā
The disgruntled huff from somewhere behind his head brought a curve to his lips. He felt your weight shift atop his power pack and reached up to grasp one of your calves where it hung over his shoulder.
āSteady.ā
āIām trying!ā
He supposed it was only natural youād shout, given the rolls of thunder shaking small stones loose all around them. Still, he would have preferred it if you hadnāt done it directly into his ear. Taliesin thought about telling you.
A soft curse made him think better of it.
āI just got dryā¦ and now thisā¦ Throne damn itā¦.ā
Not shouting this time. Also, most likely not expecting a response. Taliesin quickened his step. The sooner they left this narrow pass behind, the sooner he could find you shelter.Ā
A muffled shriek. Arms locked tight around his head.Ā
āTaliesin!ā
He stopped and repeated his earlier question. āAre you all right, Little-?ā
āDonāt lurch forward like that! I almost fell!ā
He twisted his head as far as he was able, catching the barest glimpse of your hip and torso. āApologies. Perhaps this was not the most inspired idea.ā
Your arms remained around his head, but now he felt the extra weight of you resting your cheek atop them. āLetās just keep going. Please.ā
āLittle Cat?ā
āWhat?!ā
āI will be able to move faster with the use of my eyes.ā
ā... oh.ā
Your hands moved from his face. This time your fingers found purchase in his sodden hair.Ā
Oh. That isā¦ an interesting sensation.
āYou may keep doing that if it provides additional stability.ā
āPlease just keep walking. Or running. Running would be better.ā
You sound miserable.
A surge of concern washed through him. He needed to find you shelter. Preferably somewhere warm and dry. Soon.
āHold on.ā
āI am- woah!ā
The grinding noise of his armor servos made Taliesin grit his teeth as he jogged through the flooded pass. Already the plate felt heavier than it should. If it sustained much more damage, he might have to remove select pieces. Never an easy task without the aid of at least one techpriest and a full team of Armory serfs.Ā
He sent a quick nonverbal request to the armorās machine spirit.
Please, remain functional until I find a safer location.
Then he heard you cough.
***
Too hot.
You awoke to the feeling of being stifled, your cheek pressed against something hard, your neck bent at an odd angle. You tried to shift away.
I canāt move.
Your eyes few open to be met by a solid wall of darkness. Somewhere nearby water dripped and rushed. A peal of thunder rattled your teeth in your skull. And bands of what felt like solid metal held your limbs immobile.Ā
Panic.
Let me go, let me go, LET ME-
āEasy, Little Cat.ā
The voice drained every drop of terror away. You blinked. Just when your eyes finally began to adjust to the darkness a bright flash of lightning turned everything white. You jumped, the crown of your head bashing against what you could only assume was Taliesinās armor.
Opening your mouth to cry out resulted in a prolonged coughing fit.
Throne, it feels like my lungs are trying to tear free!
An armored hand spanned the entirety of your back. It rubbed awkward circles, bumping painfully over the ridges of your spine and shoulder blades, until the coughing stopped.
āBreathe. Just breathe.ā
He soundsā¦.
Not afraid. Surely not. Concerned? Unsure? You couldnāt place the exact emotion in his deep voice. The arms locked around you tightened uncomfortably.
āT-Taliesin?ā
āYes?ā
āTooā¦ tightā¦!ā
āAh.ā The grasp loosened. āForgive me. Better?ā
You were still too hot. And yet, somehow, you couldnāt seem to stop shivering.Ā
āWhereā¦ are we?ā
āA cave. I discovered it carved into the wall of the pass, presumably by intelligent hands. Rough steps led up to its entrance.ā
As soon as you could make out shades of grey, you swiveled your head. The cavern ceiling looked to be about six feet above the floor. You couldnāt see past Taliesinās bulk to tell how deep it ran. In the lightning flashes, you saw that the Angel of the Emperor was on his knees and still bent nearly double, pauldrons curved inward. What you could see of his face lookedā¦.
You snickered in spite of yourself, barely managing to avoid another coughing fit.
āWhat is so amusing?ā
āYou lookā¦ comfortable.ā
A sigh. āI assure you I am not.ā
A pang of guilt cut through your amusement.Ā
Iām being a burden.Ā
āYou could have kept going.āĀ
His golden eyes found yours. āYour temperature was rising beyond what is normal for healthy mortals.ā
You set your jaw, trying and failing to control your bodyās shivers. āI would have been fine!ā
āI will not risk your health.ā
Something in the way he said it filled you with a whole different kind of warmth. You grabbed hold of the feeling, crushed it, and locked it deep, deep down inside you.Ā
Do not think it. Do not feel it. Do not acknowledge its existence.Ā
āLittle Cat? Your heart rate is rising.ā
āIām fine.ā You refused to look at his golden eyes again. āJust tired.ā
āSleep, then. We will move when the weather becomes less hostile.ā
You closed your eyes. And tried very hard to convince yourself you hadnāt heard his last, almost whispered, words.
āPlease do not fall ill. I cannotā¦ please.ā
***
The storm passed.
You did not wake.
Taliesin tried. He called your name, or at least the name by which he knew you. He gripped your shoulder, carefully, and jostled you. He called louder.
You shivered. You coughed. You even let out a tiny, mewling noise that made his hearts stutter in his chest for some reason.Ā
But your eyes did not open.
Taliesin was an Astartes. A Space Marine. He knew no fear.
Or so he had always been told.
He wracked his brain for any and all information heād learned from his Company Apothecary. The scarred veteran had treated as many mortals as brothers, perhaps more, in his long centuries of service. From him Taliesin learned of the fragility of the mortal body.
You have been cold and wet for far too long.
Heād tried. Heād sought out the cave for you, even when his every warriorās instinct screamed to push onward. Heād held you against him in an effort to share his bodyās naturally higher heat, even though heād sworn to keep his distance.Ā
But now you would not wake.Ā
The canvas heād scavenged for you from the crash site was proving ineffective. Already its edges had been frayed and torn. And a quick press of his gauntlet against your skin showed how unsatisfactory it was at retaining heat.Ā
You need proper clothing.
And rest.
And mortal medicine.
None of these things he could provide.Ā
This failure was inevitable.Ā
He shook his head against the mounting thoughts of doomā¦ and cursesā¦ and ill luckā¦.
āNo.ā
Not this time.
It took more ungainly contortions to extract himself from the cave. His armor shrieked and sparked against the stone. But he emerged with you cradled in his arms, and a desperate light in his eyes. One leap bypassed the carven stairs entirely. Stone cracked beneath his feet, water spraying, as he landed and immediately began to run.
The abandoned outpost will have what you need.
Logic tried to pierce his hope. The outpost had been abandoned for decades. He could not know in what state he would find it. More than likely the primitive inhabitants of this world had stripped it of every possibly useful item long ago.Ā
It will have what you need.
The outpost was still days away. Your temperature was too high. If you remained unconscious, dehydration would take you faster than illness. And what if your illness was no natural thing, but some evil born in your time amongst the Traitors?
What medicine could help you then?
āThe outpost will have what you need, Little Cat.ā He spoke through gritted teeth. āIt will. By the Emperor, it MUST.ā
I will not watch you die. Not you.
He could see the end of the pass ahead. Light, like the Emperorās own golden rays, pierced the grey clouds above to illuminate a gentle slope beyond the stark stone walls. Green grass as high as his hips, dotted with large blooms of some kind, rippled in a breeze he could not yet feel.Ā
Taliesin remembered the cannibal womanās ominous warnings. How they avoided the land around the outpost. How things that were āwrongā dwelled there.
At this moment, it looked like a paradise.Ā
Which made the gut punch of EVIL suddenly resonating up the pass behind him all the more jarring.
***
He lay on his belly, like the serpent he so tried to be, at the mouth of the gap between peaks. It looked like a great wound in the stone. His two primary hands grasped the edges of the walls as if to rip the wound even wider. His secondary arms supported his torso, bent at the elbow like that of a lizard.
The forked tongue flicked. The fangs glistened in the wan light.
āI smell you, Pet.ā
His opalescent eyes glimmered with rage even as His jaw unhinged into an impossible grin.Ā
Mud coated his coils, obscuring the Slaaneshi runes heād had painstakingly carved upon each pearly scale. He could feel it grating as He writhed. The armor Heād perfected over millennia with crushed Aeldari soulstones and metal slowly extracted from the blood of living humans was scuffed. Even dented in places.Ā
And his hairā¦!Ā
Rearing upright He raked his talons through the formerly silky waves. Sticks, dirt, disgustingly organic fragments of flora, evenā¦.Ā
A repulsive little invertebrate of some kind?!
His shriek of fury sent spiderweb cracks along the sheer stone cliffs.Ā
Whatever interloper was fouling his beloved Pet, and forcing Him to foul Himself in the pursuit, would not die quickly.Ā
His talons ripped gashes in the rock as He catapulted Himself forward. Coils expanding and contracting. All four limbs moving in perfected coordination. Liquid dripped from his fangs to sizzle and hiss upon the earth.Ā
āI am coming, Pet!ā His sing-song scream tinged the air an unholy purple. āI am coming to take you home!ā
***
In Taliesinās arms, your eyes shot open. Blank. Unseeing.
I have an idea for another creation: an creation associated with Angron. As we know, the Butcher's Nails are a technology from the Dark Age of Technology; what if Angron were to find a child whose mere presence suppressed the effects of the Nails within a radius of about 10ā12.5 meters?
I have my own feelings about the Nails and how they work, which I may talk about one day if people want to hear it, but anyway-
Once he realizes what's happening...good luck ever separating him from his new daughter. Angron is a girl dad like most of his brothers I don't make the rules She's his now and he will bite you if you get too close while he's around.
The only place she's not permitted is on the battlefield, and that's simply for her own safety. On the ship or during moments of peace? She's following after him or in his arms.
His sons have had to find her multiple times and stick her in a room with their father to help him calm when the Nails were too much on their own. This enrages him more, because now he has to worry about hurting her too.
He's not the best at taking care of her needs- he's gruff and awkward and yells a lot, but he tries. Cut him some slack, it's been a while. It's kind of a miracle he remembers how to be soft in any capacity, from before he had these damned things forced onto him.
She is taught to defend herself and he's a little proud when she takes to it like a fish to water. Also really does not want her getting involved in bloodshed. That's not her world. Her world is peace and warmth and gentleness, not war and pain and misery.
The only time he sleeps for longer than a handful of hours is when she's near him. He can often be found lying with her on his chest, napping right along with him.
There is another little problem with this, though.
It's not just his Nails her power effects. It's all of them. Which means sometimes, he has to hunt her down because Kharn or another son has stolen her for the day.
Pray for the man who decides he fancies her. Creature isn't the only one with an extremely overprotective father and big brothers.
Found and rised by Konor Guilliman, a charismatic politician. Tarasha, his nanny, practically became his mother and still now write him letters trying to make him a nice well man. She had no succeded in her mission.
Konor had took him many times to soup kitchens and community centers. It helped him to realize what his father was doing and for what he needed to fight for.
Lost his step father in an accident that wasn't quite an accident at all. They tried to silence him but refused and witnessed against his killers.
Reunited with his real father ,he kind of sensed a bad vibe on him, yet decided to enroll in his accademy to gain a perfect education.
He was kinda happy to knew he had brothers, kinda sad when he realized that many did not liked him at all.
He do his best, he's just really good in studying and memorizing lessons. He kinda of gave the idea that he's swagger it but he's far more interested in helping in tutoring.
His favourite subjects are politics, debate and history.
Became student council president after Horus had his breakdown mostly because he was the only one capable to take on the task. He's regretting it, far too much work for himself alone and since He's kind of a Workaholic he tend to reach his limits quite often.
He's captain of the football team, how he can manage to make a balance between his duties as President and ad a player no one know.
His secret? He have a small patch for himself in the Gardening club. He likes to grow vegetables and flowers, he tend to it when no one is around. He like to pickles the cucumbers so he can eat them when he's in the office.
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