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Those who celebrate are Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan, and Vulkan.

Leman Russ calls a feast unlike any Fenris has ever seen, for he is to be with his heir, birthed by you and you alone. So all must celebrate this, all must bow their heads and bring gifts. For this is the truth of the prophecy, your blood and his to be shared in a child who soon will greet this world with the first cry.

Jaghatai Khan calls for the gathering of the clans. A child is to come. Something shared between you and him. Something that will, when the time comes, inherit his wildness and, well, everything else.

Vulkan calls for celebration across his whole world. A child. A child is to be the proof of yours and his love. A proof that life does, in fact, find a way. And that the way can be both joyful and beautiful for both you and him, and then for the child who comes to be in this world.

The hesitant ones are Konrad Curze, Mortarion, Angron, Alpharius, and Omegon.

Konrad Curze knows his fate, and it is one painted in blood and darkness. So having another of his bloodline in this world speaks to the darkest recesses of his soul. He is unsure, yet also hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, this will bring something better to the world he is in.

Mortarion is understandably apprehensive. A child is something to be cherished, yet all he knows in this world is pain and struggle. So he does not trust his own hand to help with this. Yet he will try. For your sake.

Angron never trusted himself around any other living being, let alone something so small and helpless as a child. Yet he would still strive for your sake. They are both above and below such things as shared kinship of blood. Yet maybe, just maybe, this one will work out. This one will be theirs, Alpharius and Omegon’s own heir.

The elation is almost palpable for Fulgrim, Lorgar Aurelian, and Horus Lupercal. For Fulgrim, it is a sight of great love. Yours and his shared blood will make an appearance in this world. The masterpiece that the two of you painted together. The most perfect being that could ever be in this world will come to draw breath and cry into this world. This is a sign, a sign of his and your greatness in this world.

Lorgar Aurelian wants for nothing more than for your shared genetics to be born into this world, to bless it with their cries and breath, so he can shape their mind into the ways his was shaped once. So please, oh please, dear one, be safe during your pregnancy and delivery, for he is here to bring the fruit of your shared union into the world as it was always meant to be.

How could Horus Lupercal be anything less than elated? You are now heavy with his child, a proof of his superiority, a proof that yours and his love can create something greater than the moment of pleasure. Oh, dearest one, you are now holy and divine. You are a vessel that will bear his heirs into the world, and he will stop at nothing to make sure that you are both safe and happy. For this is how things should be.

For the accepting ones there are  Lion El’Jonson, Perturabo, Roboute Guilliman, Ferrus Manus, Magnus the Red, Corvus Corax, and Rogal Dorn and Sanguinius

Sanguinius is of two minds: on one hand he is apprehensive, on the other he ready to accept that your union will become a child in this world. He is still, however, a little worried about how this new life will develop in your womb. Will it drain you of life? Will it not? He does not know, and his future sight is useless in this time. He only hopes that they will be born soon, and that you will be free from carrying them, free

Lion El’Jonson is not the sort to make a song and dance over it, but he understands what this means. A child is a child, and if they are yours and his, then they are to be guarded, trained, and cherished with all the seriousness such a thing deserves. Lion does not need the bloodline to feel the weight of it. He will simply accept the child as his own and make sure they are raised to stand in a world that is always trying to bite first and ask questions later.

Perturabo would be surprisingly matter-of-fact about it. Yes, the child is not born of easy circumstances, yes, the world is cruel, yes, there are complications. And yet, if they are to be yours and his, then they are his responsibility as well. Perturabo would accept them with the grim certainty of a man who knows that something valuable must be built carefully, or it will break. He will not be sentimental, but he will be there, and that counts for more than he would ever say out loud. Of course he accepts it. Guilliman is not one to place unnecessary weight on blood alone when there is already so much meaning in the act of raising a child together. He would see the child as a future, a duty, and a blessing all at once. If the child is yours, then they are his by every measure that matters. And he will make certain they are given structure, love, and the very best chance to become something extraordinary.

Ferrus Manus would accept the child with the straightforward certainty. No complicated speeches, no fuss, no hesitation. He would see the child as something to protect and shape with care. He is not soft about it, but he is steady, and that steadiness is its own kind of love.

Magnus the Red would accept your shared child with a strange and luminous kind of wonder. He would not care whether the path was simple or conventional, only that the child is real and that they are to be shared between you. To him, the child is an unfolding mystery, a bright and living proof that the future can still surprise him. He would be fascinated, devoted, and already thinking too many thoughts about what this new life might become.

Corvus Corax would accept it quietly, without fanfare. Corvus is not one to make a grand declaration when a softer truth will do. If the child is yours and his, then they are his to protect, his to raise, and his to watch over from the edges until they are ready to stand in the light. He would not ask for more than that. He would simply be there, steady and watchful, as though he had always known this was coming.

Rogal Dorn would accept it as a fact of duty and love both. There would be no uncertainty in him once the decision is made. If the child is yours and his, then they are to be protected, taught, and given every chance to become strong. He would not be overly expressive about it, but that does not mean he feels it any less. Dorn loves in the form of walls, structure, and endurance, and he would build all three around this child without hesitation. to nurture them. And he will be there for whatever is required.

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