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RABBIT IS GOING TO THE OLYMPICS

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Do I Know You? - Part 2

Summary: While Lullaby spends their first days alone in a long while, Khopesh and the rest of his claw are busy on their mission. It's a matter of extreme delicacy, and importance as it involves the disappearance of hybrid children. 

Previous Chapter: HERE

Next Chapter: Not Here Yet Here Now

First Ever in the Series: HERE

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Location: Redacted 

Time: 11:00 PM

Current Objective: Pre-mission Briefing 

As Khopesh enters the briefing room alongside his Claw and behind his ‘father’ Anrir, he realizes there is a familiar face here. 

A portly Death Guard with a mouth of sharpened teeth on his gut, probably to replace the jaw decaying off his face. 

“Xerxes,” Khopesh greets the marine who smells of death with a sharp but genuine smile. 

“Ah…Khopesh….good to seeee…you once…Again.” He breathes, both mouths speaking in sync. 

The other in the room, an Ultramarine Apothecary, glances between the two. “You know each other?”

Xerxes smiles. “Indeed…Medeathe…we share some…common interests…” 

Khopesh grins. The absolute Cheek of older cousin Xerxes, implying their alliance right in front of a stranger. Well the Ultramarine is a stranger to Khopesh, he's not sure if Xerxes knows him better. They'd make an odd combo regardless, with Xerxes as a walking nurgle corpse and Medeathe practically the poster child for an Ultramarine, with his bright blond hair and deep blue eyes. 

As for the reason Khopesh and Xerxes interact…not like he can complain, he'd probably do the same. 

Xerxes continues his explanation, “And I often traverse ... .his neighborhood.”

“Haven't seen you as often though. Have you found a place with better leftovers to pilfer?” Khopesh chuckles. 

Xerxes takes the comment in good humor and lets out his odd lilting and slow laugh. “HaHaHa, Perish…the Thought…I have been…occupied with matters…of the home…”

Anrir perks up a bit at that. “So it's finally happened then?”

The others in the room perk up a bit at Anrir's apparent interest. 

“What's fucking happened?” Karlsor asks. 

Xerxes lopsided grin grows wider. “Ah…sharp as…ever…Nightlord…and Yessss.” Xerxes pulls out his vox and begins swiping through it. 

The Night Lords, save Ghosk, immediately crowd around the image being shown. Khopesh, Claude and Karlsor are curious as to what the older Marines are talking about, and Anrir does so for scientific curiosity…mostly. Ghosk doesn't want to bother leaning pushing his way into the crowd, but he does glance at the images being shown. 

On the screen is a baseline human and a tiny bundle with a face in her arms. Ghosk seems to realize something Khopesh doesn't and chuckles with a “Well I'll be…”

Khopesh and Claude don't really get it. “A baby?” Like sure babies are cute but plenty of bonded humans have them from previous pregnancies or adoptions. 

“Your baby?!” Anrir asks with an uncharacteristic, almost reverent tone.

“Holy Fucking Shit.” Karlsor mumbles. 

Xerxes beams with pride. “They're name is Vespa… my little Larva.” He says, cooing over the photos. And indeed in other pictures where the child is a bit older it's far more obvious the little one has mostly their mother's looks, but their bright green eyes and their mossy hair hint at their father's identity. 

Medeathe just stares wordlessly, perhaps he feels uncomfortable with the thought of hybrid children. 

Claude blinks. “Wait! That's actually possible?? For a human and an Astarte to…To-”

“Yes!” The Ultramarine breaks in on the awkward statement with a terse tone. “It is Possible, Scout. Do not make a scene.”

Khopesh narrows his eyes at the rebuke. Mild or not, he doesn't take kindly to people chastising Claude for no reason. 

Medeathe takes a steadying breath, and his next words are much kinder. “I apologize for my tone, Scout. But I've had that conversation so many times at this point it's driven me damn near the edge of my sanity.” 

Xerxes laughs again. “Indeed…there is a reason…at the clinic…they call you…the Midwife…” Medeathe rolls his eyes but Xerxes continues. “He is…the foremost…when it comes…to labor and delivery of…hybrid children. He was even consulted…during my mate's…premature delivery.”

Claude speaks up. “It is alright older cousin, I understand the headache of having to explain things more than once.”

Khopesh pulls back on his snark. Medeathe is right, baselines can also treat the subject of hybrids…poorly, and perhaps the Ultramarine didn't want Claude to pester Xerxes. He'll hold his tongue for now.

No someone Else was doing that already. “I knew when I smelt the pregnancy hormones from your mate on you. When was the due date! And how long was the gestation!? Were there any complications pre or post delivery? You must tell me!” Anrir asks with urgency. 

Xerxes chuckles and is about to reply when-

“Save the baby pictures for Afterward gentlemen. We have a matter of great importance to attend to.” A dark and gruff yet refined voice speaks from the doorway. 

The others turn to see a Black Legionnaire with a face of criss-crossed scars and a cybernetic implant that goes from his chin to his forehead. In fact it seems to go further, actually trailing along the marine's bald head and down to the back of his neck. 

“Captain Horlux.” Anrir greets, making a quick battle sign to which all the Claw members stand at attention and make way for the other marine. 

Horlux walks past, seemingly reading each of the Claw up and down. Claude feels himself sweat a bit, the Captain's gaze is intense, and his presence feels as if it has a pressure all its own. He briefly remembers how it felt being examined by his previous Raven Guard commanders. 

Just as Claude is feeling his stress rise. Horlux nods, seemingly satisfied with what he's observed and turns to walk to the front of the room with a quickly grunted. “At Ease.”

The Claw relaxes where they stand and move to gather where Horlux and the Ultramarine Apothecary are setting up the presentation. 

“I have Gathered you here to undertake a very important and delicate mission.” Horlux explains, and some images flash on the projector screen.”

Images of a warehouse appear, along with several images of different baselines and Astartes. They seem to be bonded pairs.

Khopesh smiles while a growl bubbles up in his throat. He remembers the rage he felt when he learned of the Chaos Blood Angels who would kidnap bonded humans to kill them so they could feel the warp backlash of the bond breaking. Then kill the Astarte if they'd captured them. 

“Easy Curzling,” Horlux hushes. “So far we know for a fact these baselines aren't dead. However, they have all been through a truly horrific experience.”

The next slides show the baselines; mostly social media or medical photos. Every single baseline shares one thing in common; they are all heavily pregnant, clearly near the end of their terms. The after was far more clinical, and each stomach that was once round with child now laid flat and empty. The only evidence on the outside of the previous state was a perfectly stitched scar. “We have reason to believe there are illegal experiments regarding Pregnant Baselines taking place at this location.” The coordinates flash up on screen.

“Your first priority; determine the fate of the missing offspring, extract any that remain alive. Second; capture the perpetrators alive so they may face judgement. Third; secure the scene and retrieve any and all documentation of their doings for evidence.” Horlux turns to the room. “Any questions?”

Claude hesitantly raises his hand. “I must ask, what Kind of experiments do we believe are being committed?”

Horlux seems to take a moment, seemingly debating what or how to explain. “All we know for certain is that our most recent victim was somehow taken and returned to her domicile without her nor her Astarte mate noticing. We have reason to believe some kind of sleeping or amnestic agent was used on both of them. When the baseline awoke she had no memory of the trip, and her child had been removed from her womb. Her mate rushed her to the hospital as soon as they awoke and discovered her state.”

Xerxes speaks next. “Do you think…the perpetrator is targeting humans…whose pregnancies are those…from Astartes?” His tone is clearly troubled. 

And Claude meanwhile is still boggled that such a thing is even possible. But putting that aside, it Is troubling. He may not be an apothecary but he knows Regular baselines can be fragile. Those that are pregnant or freshly born are even more so! 

Horlux nods. “Indeed, which is why we cannot wait any longer. The most recent victim was a few days ago. Our Hydra sector and Apothecary Sargent Medeathe here have been instrumental in gathering information and scoping out possible holding locations. But now it's time for your Night Lords to do what they do best.” Horlux says. “Get in under cover of darkness. Find the missing offspring. And drag the offender or offenders back here to face punishment.”

“Sir yes sir!” The Claw replies. 

Horlux turns to Xerxes. “You will be using your little friends to provide further reconnaissance.”

“With Pleasure.” Xerxes replies, bringing some of his little pets to play and walk over his hand. Medeathe can't seem to stop himself from physically recoiling at the sight, even if the movement is slight. 

Khopesh lets his teeth show. “Not a fan of bugs ey Sargent?”

Medeathe huffs. “Not a fan of…strange insects.”

Strange…aka Chaos. And again Khopesh narrows his eyes. He's worked with skittish Loyalists before, so he'll put up with this. The sooner this gets done, the sooner he returns to you. 

Claude speaks up. “I…can't say I disagree. They also ah…trouble me a bit.” 

The statement actually causes Medeathe to laugh a little. “Well, at least one of your lot has some Sense here.” 

As the squad turns to leave for their mission, Khopesh catches Xerxes's attention and pulls him to the side. 

“Forgive me for delaying our mission, but this is the first time I have been away from Lullaby for an extended period.” Khopesh says quickly and quietly. “Has there been any change in the…”

Xerxes smiles reassuringly…as reassuring as a half rotted face can be. “There has been…no movement…of my pets Nor the…Interloper. Be…at ease…” 

Khopesh feels that knot of tension in his gut unwind. He's grateful for that. “Thank you Cousin. I know you said the same when I'd first asked but I still find myself troubled by the vision.”

Xerxes nods in understanding. “It is…only natural…to be so concerned with one's…life mate.”

Khopesh nods. “Still Thank You.”

Xerxes waves his hand. “Let us save thanks…for later…for now…” His eyes and voice become deathly serious. “We have a mission to complete.”

…

Location: Warehouse 

Time: 11:47 pm

The group stays in the trees at the perimeter of the structure, from the outside it looks very innocuous, but Night Lords know that such places are Perfect for traps.

“Gather round,” Anrir pulls out the building plans for the warehouse, the Hydra Sector Horlux spoke of had clearly done some digging into mortal building records to find this. Rooms, doors, walls all labeled with letters so they could be identified. 

But they know that This is the building as it was during its first construction. There's no telling what could be swapped or changed on the inside. 

“Alright, Xerxes you're up.” Anrir prompts and the Death Guard does as he's instructed. 

“Go…lend me…your sight…” He breathes, and his wasps go on their way. The warehouse is surprisingly insulated against the weather, but Xerxes wasps are specialists in getting through small spaces. 

“Hrm…it is…very dark. But my pets…can see….ah…tricky tricky…” Xerxes breathes. “The inside layout…is mostly the same. Some new walls…have been erected…here…here…and here…” He marks them on his map, and Khopesh notes how the routes from the entrance split in two directions. 

“Looks like we'll need to split into groups of two to sweep the place.” Ghosk grunts. 

“Not yet, Xerxes,” Anrir prompts. “What do you see?”

Xerxes focuses again, and his expression morphs into slight frustration. “Hrm…it seems that…there are certain rooms…my pets cannot enter. There is…interference…”

“Interference how?” Karlsor asks. 

“Hrm…my pets…are sensitive to…vibrations. Differences in air pressure…and sound waves…can make their vision and flight…more difficult. Certain rooms…seem to have those frequencies…emanating from within…”

“So there's some kind of device or system we need to dismantle then?” Medeathe asks. 

Xerxes nods, and he seems troubled. “It would seem…so…”

Anrir speaks next. “Any life signs otherwise?”

Xerxes answers. “No. All the places…my pets can see…are uninhabited…and look as if they have been so…for a looong time…no traps that they can sense or see.”

“Very well.” Anrir nods. “We can assume that if the missing offspring And the perpetrators are anywhere, they are within one or more of those shielded rooms. They are our first priority, therefore, our breach Must allow us to sweep and secure those, as well as blocking off the exits for any potential hostiles.” He points to the map. 

“Xerxes will remain outside so he may focus on relaying what his sentries see to us over vox. Ghosk and Karlsor take the rear exit. Khopesh and Myself the route that goes right. Claude and Medeathe the route that goes left, any questions?” 

Khopesh almost protests, if anything Claude should be paired with one of them. 

“No fa- I mean…Anrir. We are ready when you are.” Claude nods, seemingly having no problem with the orders. So again, Khopesh holds his tongue. Anrir nods. “Very good. Everyone to your positions, and on my signal, we breach.”

…

Claude, Medeathe, Anrir and Khopesh creep up to the building's main entrance, while Karlsor and Ghosk make their way to the back.  

“Karlsor, Ghosk, are you ready?”

“Ready on your signal Anrir.”

“Good, on my ‘go’ 3…”

Claude readies himself, right behind Medeathe who will be leading. 

“2…” 

Khopesh flexes his claws, he'll be busting down the door and the others will follow after before the split. 

“1-GO!”

A flurry of movement breaks out and a CRASH is unleashed as Khopesh kicks the flimsy door open. Their thundering foot falls seem to make the walls shake as they flow into the building.

Claude and Medeathe as planned go left, down a hallway with their bolters drawn they come to another fork. Claude takes a half second to recall the map, and the direction to the shielded room on this side of the building. 

“It was a right turn. Keep up Scout!” Medeathe grunts, barely giving Claude a chance to cover the other side of the hallway as he moves. 

They come to the locked door of the shielded room and Claude prepares to set the charge to blow the lock off. Any Space Marine could kick the door down, but that would leave the breacher vulnerable to counterattack by those inside the room. A detonation will open the door and hopefully stun any hostiles inside so they can neutralize them. 

“Wait!” Medeathe hisses. “Let me,” He pushes past, and brings out his own detonation charge. “If the infants are inside, we can't risk using a full charge.”

Claude nods, of course of course. He takes position to the side of the door. 

BANG! 

The charge still blows the door back, but not off its hinges and Claude and Medeathe surge inside, bolters drawn. Claude looks left, then right, checking all corners and possible attack points before lowering his weapon with a “Clear.”

And now that his focus is off of checking every corner for hostiles, he truly takes in the room before him. It is Much more clean and inhabited than the rest of the warehouse. In fact it’s covered floor to ceiling in medical machinery. 

And filled with tiny fragile humans inside that machinery. Almost like…a nursery. 

He's…he's heard of these types of machines. They're called…Incubators. And though small…the little ones inside Seem to all be breathing. Some are completely baseline in appearance and others have horns or teeth, longer claws, pitch dark eyes. There are clearly a number of different hybrids here from all kinds of Astartes here. 

But…there's still something wrong with them. In spite of the loud entry they're…they're all so quiet and…Some of them have surgery marks others have… metal body parts.

“Augmentation…” Claude whispers with a strange horror in his voice. They've clearly been augmented. Claude isn't sure why he feels so upset, he was given his first augment as a young child. 

Yes, when he was around ten! These are neonates or barely any older!

“It's fascinating,” Medeathe breathes in awe. “To think someone could construct a facility of This level in an abandoned warehouse.”

Claude doesn't really like the…reverence in his tone, but he can't deny the statement rings true. He chocks it up to Medeathe's specialty being in neonatal care. “I suppose. Now we need to report the location.” Claude hurriedly types on his vox. 

“Anrir, come in Anrir, we have located the missing offspring. We're in sector X of the building…there appear to be about twenty incubators.”

-Bzzt "Message received, we will proceed to your location. Are any of the little ones injured?”

Claude swallows the lump in his throat and answers. “All have life signs, but they're all…all of them have evidence of augmentation…and they are all currently inside incubators with locks and hooked up to various tubes…I'm not sure how to remove them.”

“Medeathe should know how to remove them while keeping them stable. Follow his orders until we can reach you.”

“Wilco.”

Medeathe looks over the room. “Seems almost a shame to dismantle this…” He sighs. 

Claude pushes the same discomfort as before aside and shrugs. “Well, the medical equipment can be salvaged…and it'll do more good in a hospital than here.” He peaks into the incubator he's standing in front of as Medeathe busies himself with the mechanics of how to transport the infants. 

The little one inside is soooo small, pudgy and soft looking, and an odd part of Claude's heart wants to hold them. He thinks this little one is female but he's not one hundred percent sure. But he cannot remove them yet, so he moves to place his hand to the glass where hers is. 

“Ah Ah Ah! Don't…do that.” Medeathe grunts. “This little Night Lord has a touch of psychery. You might startle her.”

Claude pulls back. “Oh right…I wouldn't want to-”

Time stops, just for a moment. 

“Sargent Medeathe…” Claude's tone is a question, but it is laced with…fear. The Sargent's hands stop moving. “How did you know this little one is a Night Lord spawn?”

“I ah…I saw her eyes. She opened them when you weren't looking.” He replies. 

Claude feels heat pool under his skin, rage…and disbelief. “You could've said she was a Raven Guard or even a Carcharodon, but…you also said she has psyker capabilities.” He mumbles. “But you're Not a psyker, there's no way you could know that unless…”

Suddenly his mind goes back to the breach…how Medeathe seemed to know the Exact way to go. How He was the one to set the charge before Claude breached this room. 

Even his odd stare when Xerxes had shown his newborn. Claude felt his skin crawl. 

“Oh Little Primaris…” Medeathe soft voice speaks, almost like that calm disappointment parents would show children when they've seen something they shouldn't. 

Claude whips his bolter out and trains it on the Ultramarine. But rather than jumping to attack him, the Ultramarine regards him with a calm…almost Fond look. It makes Claude want to vomit. 

“Halt!” Claude snarls, training his bolter. “You are under arrest.”

The Ultramarine tilts his head. “Under whose jurisdiction?”

“The Alliance.” Claude states. “You will be taken to stand trial for your crimes-”

“Ah yes!” Medeathe nods astutely. “The Alliance, full of Traitors…and Heretics…and Deserters-Tell Me, why does a Loyalist son of Corax himself, take orders from a Chaos inclined Night Lord?”

Claude hesitates. “Anrir is Not Chaos.”

“But your other Brother is…the one with a set of throne damned Bat Wings who made a mess of my front door.” He replies. “The other one with the foul mouth may not look it, but I can sense the Stink of that rotten warp corruption upon him…” He steps carefully around Claude who still has his bolter trained on him. 

For a moment Claude thinks to shoot the bastard dead, until he sees something move on the ceiling behind Medeathe. Instinctively, he knows who the dark shape is, and what it's signing. 

Can't shoot in here. Risk to babies. Keep him talking. 

So he allows Medeathe to keep talking. 

“And as for your…Anrir, he's a Traitor to the Imperium. All of his wretched ilk are.” Medeathe swears. “Even back in their ‘loyal’ times; nothing but a bunch of savage skin peelers looking to sow fear and get their fill of torture.”

The hypocrisy sets Claude off. “And what does that make you then!?” Claude snarls. “Look where you're standing, look at what you've done to these little ones and their families!” Claude gestures to the room of infants too young to be parted from their parents. “DON'T moralize to Me about torture, the torture you've put those human baselines and their mate's through by Stealing their children from their wombs is worse than anything the Nightlord's could do!”

The dark shape is almost in position now, but Claude is truly having to hold himself back from killing Medeathe outright. 

The Apothecary’s response is chilling, Claude can Feel the smile behind the helmet. “I am only continuing the good work I did before. The Imperium will need more Neophytes, more serfs, and of course…more servitors. It is only natural to pick from hybrids as they have an even better chance of surviving the process.” He gently places his hand on Claude's bolter. Claude allows him to move the gun down. 

He gestures to the cradle in front of Claude. The tiny female baseline with brown skin and fully pitch black eyes stares back. “And as for the spawns of Traitors like This little Night Lord, they will Finally have a chance at redemption.” Medeathe turns to the Raven Guard. “That's what you want too, isn't it?” 

Claude forces himself to not recoil as Medeathe reaches a hand out to gently touch his face. “Don't you want what you were promised…to serve the Imperium and Atone for the sins of your blood?” Medeathe breathes, thinking he's got the Primaris right where he wants him. 

That does catch Claude off guard. “How d-did you?”

“How did I know you have Traitor's blood?” Medeathe coos. “Oh dear child, it's written all over your face. And come now…why else would those wretched traitors tolerate an abomination like you?”

And all at once, the spell passes. Claude nods jerkily and almost…laughs. “Of course…”

“See, I told you you'd see sense.”

“No I mean of course you'd say something that's absolutely fucking HORSESHIT!” The laugh turns into a snarl as he slams his fist straight into Medeathe's helmeted face. The Ultramarine reels and falls back a few steps. 

“You wretched little Traitor bastard!” He curses and reaches for his own bolter. 

“Ah Ah AH!” Khopesh chimes gleefully, dropping from the ceiling and literally swiping the side arm away with a slash of his Lighting Claws. Before delivering a sharp kick to Medeathe's gut, sending him back to Claude. 

“You don't know ANYTHING!” Claude snarls, landing another devastating punch. “You don't Know ANYTHING! ABOUT! MY! FAMILY!” Claude locks in, just as he had the Last time he faced a bully, and starts beating the blue off Medeathe.  

“Not so much fun to be the one caught between, Is it Ultramarine!?” Khopesh snarls as he and Claude literally volly the apothecary back and forth as he fruitlessly tries to escape. 

“N-no!” The Ultramarine is beaten to the ground and tries to drag himself to his sidearm. 

CRUNCH! “ARGHGAAAAH!” 

“Ooops~” Khopesh chimes with sadistic glee as his armored boot Crushes the Ultramarine's wandering hand. 

Claude drags Medeathe back and locks his arms around the apothecary's neck. He tightens down and the Apothecary begins to lose consciousness. 

“You,” Claude huffs, his breathing is labored. “Are Under Arrest! You will be Tried! And you will ANSWER! FOR YOUR CRIMES!” The Apothecary struggles in his grasp before he goes limp, but Claude waits a few agonizing extra moments to make sure he is well and Truly out. 

Then he slaps on the Astarte grade restraints but as he does Claude is breathing hard, almost hyperventilating. He can barely hear Khopesh as he talks until…

“Claude…CLAUDE?!” Khopesh gently takes Claude by the shoulder. “You alright Claude?”

Claude feels his veins ice over. “They're all so small…” The little ones, taken from their mother's too soon. All in the hopes of What!? Making more neophytes!? Kidnapping and traumatizing and butchering mothers and children with metal and organ augments!? Even if it were possible to make Space Marines on Terra as the Imperium had, the children hybrid or not deserved a Choice on what they'd become. 

“Hey Hey! Look at me!” Khopesh snarls. “We Saved these little ones, and who knows how many more pregnant baselines?”

Claude nods, shakily, but he does. 

“Without you, they'd still be in Danger and that!” He points to Medeathe's unconscious body. “Fucking bastard, might be free to try again!”

“That's true.”

Khopesh smiles. “Of course I'm right. And now we need to focus on moving these little mites and getting them back to their families.”

“Well said Khopesh.” 

Claude and Khopesh turn and see Anrir and the other Night Lords filing in. 

“Father!” Claude, much like a child himself, feels so relieved to see his family. 

“Good to see you Anrir.” Khopesh greets. “We'll certainly need your expertise since the other apothecary is…” He glances to the unconscious Ultramarine, still held in restraints. “Out of commission.”

Anrir nods. “I assume there is a good reason for this.” 

Khopesh smiles wide. “You might need a Special Cell for this one.” Khopesh pulls out the recording he'd taken while Medeathe was rambling. 

Anrir's expression morphs subtly, and Khopesh gets Excited. Anrir is disgusted. Karlsor picks that up as well. 

“Ho ho ho, looks like we'll get to have a fuckin Party once we get this fucker back to base.” 

Anrir nods. “Yes…I think we shall.” He then sends a copy of the log to Horlux and Xerxes. With the additional message for Xerxes to receive Medeathe into custody. By which he means Ghosk and Karlsor haul (drag) the bastard outside so Xerxes can keep his and his pets eyes on him till he awakens. 

The elder Night Lord moves along the incubators, examining them and the infants inside. “The air inside these is laced with a sleeping agent. Not enough to be deadly, but enough to keep the little ones drowsy and quiet though I wouldn't be surprised if this room was also sound proofed…” Anrir grimaces, and he recognizes the IVs. “And they're hooked up to nutrient drips, and waste disposal tubes. The fool couldn't even be bothered to feed or change them by hand. Idiot.” Anrir growls. 

Khopesh feels his excitement Skyrocket. Not about the infants’ situation, fuck no this room makes him so angry it hurts. But Anrir being this angry means the retribution will be Slow and Aaaagonizing. 

Exactly! The kind he relishes, and the kind this misbegotten bastard deserves. 

“Our play time will have to wait, Khopesh, there is still much to do here.” Anrir points out. “Not only securing safe transport for these little ones, but turning this building upside down to ensure all relevant evidence is collected and no…unwanted surprises assail us. Oh come now…”

Anrir coos as one of the little ones begins to cry in their pod. Perhaps the gaseous agent that kept them calm is running out. He reaches one ancient hand to the little one and lays it against the glass. 

The little Night Lord gurgles, and puts her hand up against his, babbling with interest at this new face that she may or may not be able to see. “There now, isn't that better. Shhh…”

“Brrr-agalb-lphht.” The baby says in response, but she is calm now and Claude feels a more proper relief flow over him. 

Khopesh puts his hand on his younger brother's shoulder. “Well done Claudy, well done.”

Claude nods, and even blinks a bit. He Actually feels a bit of wetness coming to his eyes. They're happy tears, but still he wipes them away quickly. 

“Thanks…but we've got more work to do.” 

…

1 Day Post Mission

The Claw walks throughout the rest of the compound, their sweep after showing that the other shielded rooms held medical supplies, and documentation of the…experiments Medeathe was conducting. 

“I suppose he's lucky none of the little ones passed from this.” Ghosk sighs, thinking about the cluster fuck the Apothecaries had experienced moving all the offspring from their ‘nursery’ to the neonatal care unit at the nearby Steelix Base. 

Khopesh's grin splits open. “Not like it matters, he's a dead man regardless.”

Anrir nods as he gathers the documentation. “Too true. At the very least he was smart enough to not sign his name on these pages.” 

“But Not fuckin smart enough to realize that stealing offspring would land him where he is now.” Karlsor remarks. 

“To think a Son of Gulliman would fall so far.” Claude ponders. 

“Evil doesn't have a legion color, Claude.” Anrir hums, taking a moment to read over the medical study's findings. 

“And neither does Crazy.” Khopesh adds. 

2 Days Post Mission 

“We've cleared the entire structure Anrir.” Claude reports proudly, he's also holding a number of different documents. 

“Claudy found the last of the papers. Sniffed em out, through a wall.” Khopesh announces, also with pride. “Yeeesh, these are more…personal.”

Anrir cocks an eyebrow, somewhat unimpressed. Not by the find but what he imagines the pages entail. “Let me guess. ‘No one understands what I'm doing.’ ‘I am the only one who can lead us into the future.’ ‘Everyone else are Fools and will quake when I am finally allowed to put the brilliance of my research into the sunlight?’”

“Yep, pretty much.” Khopesh shrugs. 

“Eh seen one evil scientist motherfucker seen em all.” Karlsor huffs, and casts a pointed look at Anrir. 

Anrir is not amused. “Get back to work.”

…

3 Days Post Mission at the Steelix Base Neonatal Care Facility.

The Claw waits with varying levels of boredom or anxiety. Things have been wrapped up, the Warehouse is fully cleared, Medeathe is set for transport, everything is Done.

So whyyyyy are they stuck here!? Khopesh groans, mentally of course. Most of his energy comes from Desperately wanting to see you again. Oh he's missed your sweet voice and your warmth and your nest…

Karlsor is like Khopesh but not Quite as intense. Really his annoyance is being amplified by Khopesh's fidgeting, and that base annoyance comes from wanting to go home to his Sunshine. He can't act out directly so he settles for directing a Very low frequency growl at Khopesh to tell him to Stop Moving Dammit!

Ghosk is old and tired and annoyed and wants to pull his Rabbit into bed the Second he sees her. And he's mutually being annoyed by Khopesh fidgeting And Karlsor's noises. But he's better at tuning them out…

“Mother fucker I SWEAR if you don't hold fucking STILL!” Karlsor hisses, as Khopesh's leg keeps twitching. 

For the most part…

“Hush.” 

And immediately the line of Night Lords fall into order at the sound of their apothecary's voice. He'd been pulled into some kind of meeting, why they decided to have it here they have no clue. 

Luckily, Anrir explains. “It seems we are finally set to be dismissed from further duties related to this case.”

““Thank Fuck.”” Ghosk and Karlsor sigh in unison. ““Oh fuck. Fucking stop it motherfucker!” Claude and Khopesh can't help but snicker. “”The fuck are you fucking laughing at!?”

“Language!” Anrir chastises. Ghosk rolls his eyes, while Karlsor bites his tongue. “There is one last matter to handle.” Before the Claw can complain, Anrir continues. “One of our Legion Brothers wanted to thank us personally for our aid.”

A Legion brother? 

And indeed, through the same door as Anrir came an Astarte and a Baseline. The Night Lord has a dark Mohawk that sweeps down his neck and short buzzed sides. The human baseline has dark skin with a warm undertone, and her hair is done up with an elegant headscarf.

In her arms she holds a tiny bundle, with a face. 

“Is that…?” Claude asks as the woman and her mate approach. The Night Lord is on guard, even anxious with what has happened, but he knows this place is safe. 

And that he has these Battle Brothers to thank for the return of his little one. 

“I am Siros,” The Nightlord greets, “Nightlord Chaplain and this, is my bonded.” He has his arm wrapped sweetly around his mate. 

“My name is Folake, and before we…we leave to take her home I just…” Folake begins to tear up, but she forces herself to finish. “I just wanted…wanted to say Thank You.” 

She gently rocks the child in her arms. The little Night Lord with brown skin and her father's dark eyes. Claude smiles as he remembers her past form, and how much more peaceful she looks, free of that awful machinery. 

“Have you chosen a name yet?” Khopesh asks, also looking at the little one. He agrees, she looks much healthier. 

“Not yet…” Folake admits. “After everything that has happened…my Husband and I have been so caught up in just having her back, we haven't had time to think about it.”

The little one's eyes suddenly open, and she sees Claude. He's not sure if she recognizes him but she giggles and makes those silly noises again. 

“Abbabbab-plllthth-brrr..” Then she breaks into another giggling fit. Her mother actually cries on the spot and Siros can't seem to help but pull his family close and purr. 

“Your father has told me…that it was You that stopped him. The man who…who stole my daughter.” Folake says, once she's wiped the tears away. “So he couldn't hurt anyone else. Could you please, tell me your name?”

Claude blushes. “Ah well…It wasn't just me. My older brother Khopesh is the one who helped me take him into custody. And All of my brothers made the mission possible.” He explains, nervously. “My name is Claude.”

Folake seems to think for a moment. “Claude…Claude…Claudette!” 

“Brabblpthft!” The baby babbles happily  in response and her mother beams. 

“Do you like that? Do you like that name, my sweet child?” She nuzzles her baby, then turns to her mate. “What do you think, Siros?”

Siros reaches down a huge pale hand and tickles his little one, causing her to try and nibble his hand. He smiles a wonderfully soft smile. “I think it is a fitting name.”

Claude feels a variety of emotions but mostly overwhelmed, happy and a tad embarrassed. “Ah…thank you! Truly! It's an honor.”

Siros nods, then turns to Anrir and says something in Nostraman. “I appreciate your invitation, but I will need some time to spend with my family.”

Anrir smiles and responds in the same language. “He's not going anywhere, I'm happy to hold him until you have a chance to…visit.”

Siros smiles, and it is indeed a proper Nightlord smile. But then he turns back to his love. “Come my darling. Let us take our little Night Lord home.”

With that the family departs. 

Claude stands there for a moment slightly stunned. Well…it's not everyday you get a child named after you. But at the same time there's a…warmth he feels. 

Anrir takes notice and gently places a hand on his shoulder. “You have done well, my son.” Anrir's expression falls to become more somber. “But you must understand, not all of our missions will end so happily. This is the risk we undertake, even here where there is so much less conflict. It is not just a risk to our bodies, but to our hearts and minds as well. Do you understand?”

Claude nods. “I do father.”

Anrir nods in approval. “Good, now…let us go Home.”

“Fucking FINALLY!”

“Language Karlsor!”

…

Last stop before he's finally, FINALLY clear to call you, is a final debriefing at the Rot Bone Base. 

Captain Horlux addresses all of them. “Well done. Your performance on this recent mission was exemplary. Not only were all the pilfered offspring returned, but the perpetrator was brought to face justice.” A troubled look passes across the Black Legionnaire's face. “Medeathe was one of the Alliance's most expert apothecaries, especially in the area of hybrid deliveries. To lose that is a blow, but we will recover.”

“Hopefully his research notes can provide us some aid in training other apothecaries.” Anrir hums. “However mad he may be, the fact he was able to set up an entire nursery and keep all the infants from dying is testament to his skills.”

Claude doesn't like the comments about Medeathe, but again, they are technically correct. 

Horlux grunts, before picking up another sheaf of papers. “The only question that remains is How the bastard managed to abscond with all that medical equipment and supplies.”

Anrir agrees. “True, we'll have to keep him alive until we can ascertain if he was operating alone. It is not infeasible that Medeathe could have falsified the supply documents and removed or collected items over a longer period of time to build his lab. But it's just as plausible that he could have done so with outside help.”

Horlux nods. “He'll be turned into your custody for interrogation. I'll send the order now, and it should be processed in about a day.” The old marine huffs as he goes over the mountain of paperwork in front of him. 

“My condolences.” Anrir jokes, but the sentiment is genuine. 

“Yeah yeah, go on. You and your Claw are dismissed for now.” Horlux waves his hand. “But remember! Keep the bastard Alive until we can get that information out of him.”

Anrir salutes, and he and the Claw turn to leave. Claude notices Khopesh typing a message on his vox. 

“Trying to contact Lullaby?” He asks with a smile. 

Khopesh nods quickly. “Yep yes yes Yep, that last meeting was driving me Insane, but now we're dismissed and I can Finally contact them.”

Khopesh 🦇💙: Lullaby! I cannot wait to see you and hold you and LOVE you! When I see you I will pull you into my arms and not let go until the Sun Rises! 

Lullaby 🎶🌙: Awe Babe!❤❤ That's so sweet! 

But you know I'm just in the bathroom. You don't need to text me from the living room. 

Khopesh 🦇💙 :Lullaby…what are you talking about? I am not in the living room, I am at the Rot Bone Base. I've only just been debriefed and released from my mission. 

Lullaby 🎶🌙: Wait, then…who's here with me right now?

Khopesh's blood runs cold. His pace had turned from a swift walk to a run to full on sprint. Claude had kept pace as he noticed Khopesh's mood change from excited to fearful. 

“What's going on?” Claude asks as the two run through the base and outside. 

Khopesh 🦇💙: Do not panic. Stay in the bathroom and make an excuse like you're having stomach issues. Try to sneak out the window. 

Lullaby 🎶🌙: Okay. I love you. Please hurry!

Khopesh🦇💙: ❤

“There's a fucking Hydra in my Nest!” Khopesh snarls with Claude close behind. 

A soon to be very Dead, very Flayed Hydra. And if Anything happens to his Lullaby there won't be a single power on this world or any other that will be able to stop his wrath!

[m3-mianbo]

Hello, I am Amal, a mother of seven children ranging from 15 years to 7 months old. Due to escalated war conditions, I relocated to the south, leaving my husband in the north to care for his ailing father. I am eager to reunite with my husband and children as soon as possible. I have initiated a fundraising campaign to support our journey, and I look forward to your support and participation to collectively become a beacon of hope in achieving this dream🙏🙏.

Vetted by @90-ghost

See above

[psychlita]

@̷̎MiTSUBA　. . .　⧼ ⑅ titles ﹠& usernames for scythidol ⑅ ⧽

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TITLES　⑅　the corrupted photo ’ s　꒱　school⑅boy ghost　꒰　the foul⑅mouth ghost　꒱　the cute ghost　꒰　the tearjerking photo ’ s　꒱　he who is phototaking　꒰　the ghostly photographer

USERNAMES　⑅　mytsuba　꒱　sousukie　꒰　mitsce　꒱　ghostuba　꒰　ghostce　꒱　musuke　꒰　mitsube　꒱　ghoske　꒰　mitsuke　꒱　syouba

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[thinkbolt]

Ghosks is the Bunk (Fleischer, 1939) ft. Popeye

[vida-de-mentira]

"Esta noche somos tú y yo, un reggae de fondo y lo demás pasión"

Esta noche- Ghosk Isais

[kit-williams]

Im so normal about this

So normal about how that man is going to lavish that pretty little tattoo

Whispering into the flesh as he hears her be so thankful to have his mark. The way his tongue presses into the flesh and savoring all the cute little sounds she makes. She's so thankful for being saved always so thankful for having him hold the leash. Just continue to be thankful and be so very cute...

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Based off of this post where we all collectively lost our minds. You guys gotta stop distracting me I'm trying to finish editing the Sicarius bully ch2 lol

Relationships: Issak (Night Lord OC)/Fem!Reader (only because the word she is used twice)

Warnings: Blood, Tattoos, Kind of slavery??, loss of bodily autonomy, Night Lords content

The tattoo no longer aches, thankfully.

When it had been done your shoulderblades ached down muscle deep, from your body tensing and the vibration of needle after needle after needle. But now the skin is entirely healed, and it can be touched without pain.

Isaak pushes the fabric covering your new tattoo away, revealing it to him. It also reveals a wealth of bruises, marring your shoulders and arms. You Wrap your arms around your chest, but he's too interested in your back to care about the fact that your robes have fallen to your waist.

"And who did all this?"

He says, referring to your wounds. You watch and feel his scarred, pale hands trail along your shoulderblades.

You had known something was wrong when the armouring room was cast in a veil of silence, and you'd looked around with wide eyes.

The sound of the door's lock had triggered a most primal sense of fight or flight the moment it went off, and your heart slammed against your chest like it was trying to free itself. But by the time you even managed to move your feet you saw that three Night Lords were already inside with you, prowling like beasts having just found new prey.

One came closer and grabbed you tight, your clothing sliding off your shoulder just enough to reveal the very top of the left wing of your tattoo. He yanked you closer, ignoring your yelp of pain as he threatened to dislocate your arm. The other two lingered, and had watched while letting the one grabbing you make the first move.

"What's this?"

He says, shortly before he ripped the fabric and revealed more of your tattoo. He leaned in closer, seeing the intricate wings spawning from a fanged skull. The other two Night Lords looked to the one grabbing you, as he lost his grin. He pushed you away, snarling and letting out a puff of air from his scarred lips.

"...Fuck, she's marked. And I know who she belongs to."

You could feel the pain of growing bruises on your skin, holding your arms close to your chest as you watched them.

The three of them could smell the Night Lord blood embedded, mixed in the ink of your tattoo, and decided the fight wasn't worth it. You watched the three of them wander off in search of another serf, unclaimed, and you hope for the sake of the others on board they come up empty. Though you doubted they would.

As despite the fear of attaching yourself to a Night Lord, as mercurial and twisted as they may be, it grants a safety aboard the ship that many are desperate for.

You had begged Issak for it, with tears in your eyes.

You have done work for him dutifully for months but you could only evade becoming victim to another Night Lord in search of a toy to play with for so long. To be marked and claimed would be the safest you could be aboard the ship.

"I know that I step out of line to beg an astartes, but I promise to do whatever you ask of me without fail. Just please, I beg you save me from them..."

Issak had no personal serfs, hence why you had thought it a fruitless effort to beg him to mix his blood with ink. But you could think of no others that you could ask, not ones that were as merciful as Issak has been to you.

But he did, and you thanked him profusely for the safety it gave you. He always gleamed whenever you said it.

"I don't know who they were," You said, replying to his question. "There were three, they cornered me in the armouring room. They were scared off when they saw the tattoo." He hums, feeling you shake under his grip.

"If I didn't have it, I... Thank you,"

You don't want to imagine what would've happened had the three of them saw you were an available, unowned serf. One that no one would know disappeared. Issak laughs at you, his chest rumbling against your shoulders.

"You're shaking like a little animal. You'll be fine; They know that if they take you, I'll rip them apart."

You nod, and nod again and again, silently reassuring yourself and thanking him. You've had so many close calls, but now you have a place to retreat.

But even if you have a rabbit hole to hide in, it came at a cost. His blood runs through the ink of your tattoo, and you'll never be rid of him. You are safer, but it came at the cost of your dignity and your freedom. What little you had. Whatever he asks of you is now your duty to give to him, no matter what. That was the cost of your tattoo.

Issak picks you up, roughly carrying you in his arms.

"If you tell me what they looked like, I can bring you a trophy. Would that make you quit the crying?"

You look at him in shock, rubbing your eyes; You know Night Lords will look for any excuse to start a fight, but his casual gusto to kill a fellow of his legion is surprising. He sighs.

"Fine. You baselines are always so difficult."

He throws you onto his cot, your robes halfway off your shoulders revealing your collarbone, and you watch the scarred visage of a Night Lord consume your entire vision.

[makaientjluvdaprince]

I just watched Ghosks Is the Bunk (1939)

[kit-williams]

Hear me out… The boys with the Pheromone perfume/spray.

Congrats on this being the catalyst for something...

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tw: Dubious consent/dubcon... noncon elements; predator/prey dynamics; breeding kinks; warhammer 40k shenanigains/Yandere shenanigains

(NOTE: Raven Guard will have the group reactions and then reactions if Dove was only with one of the boys at the time of applying it. How she got the perfume is the same)

Tag List: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon

Raven Guard Trio

Kazi preened under the praise from the people as they liberated another major city causing more and more uproar and getting forces on their side. But he smelt something funny... but funny in a good way it made his brain itch in a way he didn't know why. He followed his nose as his brothers delt with the important stuff he could just say he was following a lead... not exactly a lie. Till he looked at the bottle that lead him there.

"Say what is this?" He asked knowing there was an associate not too far.

"Um that's a pheromone perfume." They said meekly with a blush on their face...

"Smells nice... how much?" Kazi grinned at the mortal.

----

Dove looked at the gift in hand as Sor and Moremo frowned at Kazi for bringing their Dove such an expensive gift and they full well knowing he probably paid next to nothing for.

"Thank you Kazi!" Dove said and her eyes widened at the pretty perfume bottle not waiting a second before putting it on. "Bit of a muted smell." She says as she applies it to her wrists before putting it on her neck.

"Ah was told its some pheromone perfume."

Dove snorted of course he would get this, "That's just some fancy thing that they try to sell you that they say will make men go mad because of some scents they put into the... why are you boys looking at me like that..." Dove stopped as all three of them looked down at her.

"You smell so lovely, Dove." Moremo growled softly.

Sor's fingers were flexing as he had taken off his helmet to at least smell the perfume to tell her it was lovely. He knew that there were few smells that could affect an Astartis... this wasn't one of them but it seemed to just heighten her natural scent.

Kazi took a step forward before Moremo's hand shot out gripping his armor... "not here... in the roost... now." He told Kazi who was just looking at Dove with something akin to a meal. Sor scooped her up and buried his face into her neck as they walked to the nest.

Sor's breath was hot and heavy in her ear... "If I could... I'd steal you away right now." That was a threat that Dove knew he would make good on if he could.

"I... I can wash it off." Dove chirped softly but it was far too late for her as the door locked behind Moremo. Sor kissed her hard as the other two took off their armor. Sor said something in high gothic as Kazi fumbled with his codpiece for him. "Guys?" She whimpered softly as Sor twitches violently trying to not crush her on accident.

"Gentle Gentle lad." Moremo groaned trying to keep some composure amongst them as it was all going to be willpower based on if Sor would actually leave after he had his fun or start to rip off his armor.

Sor

Kazi and Moremo were busy to indulge in the gift that Kazi had gotten you and you wanted to know how it smelled... he assumed it smelt fine if you were wearing it but he wasn't one to turn you away. Something tickled something in his brain as he looked down at you just smelling the air around you. You offered your wrist to him to smell as you laugh at the thought of pheromone perfume actually working.

Yes... it was quite funny... if it wasn't sending heat down to his loins. The pheromones were doing their job but that wasn't what was sending the blazing heat... it was your natural smell... clean feathers... mixed with some gunpowder... the smell of that pastry you love to have each morning... the smell of you. You tilted your head in that adorable way as he buried his nose into your wrist before licking your palm... his body hot as his black eyes looked around before picking you up and just dashing off into the night.

He's been waiting to have his chance to find some place to tuck you away... to show you how much he loves you. The way his mouth licks at your own and over your skin as he removes his armor in this hidden little roost away from his bothers... to finally have you all to himself without Moremo's gentle reminders... or Kazi's overeagerness and trying to take his turn while he was still loving you...

No it was just you and Sor tonight. And he was going to make sure you were loved all night long. He hardly could wait to be upon you and you hardly worried about the utter tizzy that the other two would be in... it was just you... Sor... with a night filled with the creaking of the bed and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

Moremo

He was always able to make sure there was time for you it was rare that Kazi was busy as he was the one who got you this gift but you wanted to try it on so badly. See if there was any credence to the sexual wonders of pheromone perfume. You both were laughing as you explained to him how it was just a rumor that's been perpetuated forever and how it would affect astartes more. He laughed dismissing it as he smelt it before it was on you...

However once the pheromones mingled with your delicious scent... he felt his loins stir. He could ignore it until later... until the others got to experience this with their sweet Dove. But... when was the last time he was selfish with their darling? Oh... not since their last Dove. How she looked up at him with a nearly naive gaze yet she could tell there was something different. A desire that burned through him... "Little Dove..."

"Yes Moremo?" She said softly.

He opened and closed his mouth trying to find the right words but all he could do was put a hand on her back and guide her to the nest. He locked the door before pushing her up to the door and kissing her hard. Feeling her fingers run through his silvering raven black hair... his black eyes roaming over her skin. "You smell amazing." He moaned into her neck... inhaling deeply as he tries to think of some romantic words to tell her... instead he feels like Kazi being eager to feel her wrapped around his cock. "Undress and get on the bed... your perfume seems to be having its... intended effect."

He licked his lips as she obeyed and with that mischief in her eyes as she wiggled her hips back up at him as he stroked his own cock, having been in more relaxed clothes for one verses his armor. He did his best to prepare her but given how often Kazi bragged about how well he slid in with minimal prep he put it to the test. Hearing their dove gasp as he slowly bottomed out was worth the waiting for a moment before he really fucked her ignoring the way Kazi on the other side of the door was upset about how he was hogging their Dove all to himself until late into the night.

Kazi

He was so excited for Dove to put on his gift. He watched her raise an eyebrow reading what it was. "Kazi I hardly think I need this to get you... going?"

"Aww but its just a bit of fun to have. Just try it on." He encouraged watching her spray her wrists before rubbing it over her neck and just offering a wrist for him to smell. But of course Kazi takes the chance to bury his face into her neck. His long black hair tickling her flesh but there was a desire that rushed down his spine right to his cock.

"Yeah like how most of these products are... they don't really work." Dove says rolling her eyes turning away not seeing the way his breath deepens as he follows her.

"Really? Shame... right? So why do they market it like that?" He says doing his best to keep his voice steady and calm.

"Oh its just suppose to be something to rile men up. Some men can smell it somewhat but there's nothing proving that it riles them up. Just something to charge people extra money for it." Dove says putting it down in the bathroom in the roost room not hearing the way Kazi locks the door behind him.

Dove finally walks out looking at Kazi seemingly taking a moment to see that he had a devilish smile on his lips and a tent in his trousers.

"I think it works on me little Dove." He purrs out.

Palion

He was the one who bought his Muse the Pheromone body lotion. Palion was upfront about what it was and what it would do to him... he got it for her as well as something horribly skimpy for a Slaanesh celebration; of course she did not wear it. Palion was at some celebration with his brothers... pouting as his Muse was having one of her days and he snarled at his younger brother who told him to drag her anyway.

Fool didn't know what was good... fool was still far to busy being selfish and chasing his own highs and pleasured exaltations. He still didn't like this new addition to their group but he wasn't going to be a petty bitch and not give him a fair chance or else then their numbers would dwindle and it would be the same gossip every damn day.

Muse on the other hand looked at herself in the mirror all dolled up... she did her best not to look at how much exposed burn marks there were... so many outfits for her to pick from. She squirms as she looks at the pict capture location... the delicate gold chains make their noise as she crawls into the nest on his bed. She used that lotion he got for her...

His eyes glanced over to the text from his muse. What are you up to?

Bored. Just watching some celebration that I've seen a hundred times now. He tries to not sound too upset but he can't help it... he always gets into a foul mood without her around.

So you're not... busy?

Never for you my dearest. What is the matter?

Palion's eyes kept shifting over to the data pad as the longer she took to respond made him want to- Ping the datapad went and he half choked on his wine.

"Brother is there something wrong- Oh... oh my brother what a treat." His brother sitting next to him whispers seeing what she sent Palion.

Would... would you like to celebrate with me? Was the message title and the image was her laying in her nest... arms over her head with her legs partially spread as the thin sheer fabric hardly covered her cunt but Palion was focused on the wet spot causing the fabric to cling to her sex and press right against it. She adjusted the outfit so instead of her burns being covered they were fully exposed. Even the part of her face and head she was self conscious was uncovered, no mask in sight just her bare body on display for him. Palion was already at half mast during this whole performance but he was now painfully hard.

His brother next to him grinning like a cat in the cream. "Are you going to respond?" When Palion was still processing he stole the datapad from him and typed in yes as Palion's reply. "Mhm. There we go she should be waiting for you when you get there." He tucked the datapad away into a pocket somewhere on the tunic. When Palion stood he gave him a loud and firm smack on the ass, "Have fun! Praise Slaanesh!"

Once Palion was out of the room he ran to his own room and threw the door open causing his tiny Muse to jump as she looked at him rush into the room inhaling her scent like some feral beast. His bare chest expanding and contracting as all three of his lungs inflated and deflated as he could taste what the concoction was doing to him. "Praise Slaanesh." He moaned before locking the door as he pounced on his Muse with a snarl of delight.

She knew what she was getting into teasing and provoking Palion into action. But... she felt good today... she wanted to reward Palion for doing his best to help her. His long and sensual tongue pressed all corners of her mouth before snaking down her throat as he was working his second finger into her cunt. He was chanting lurid prayers to the dark prince as he was suddenly balls deep in his Muse. Her moans underneath him encouraging him to keep going as his mind was muddled from her sweet and lovely scent.

Arkyn

She couldn't be mad at Arkyn forever. She looks at the other wife who is just smiling warmly at her, "How do I..." She shifts feeling awkward to ask, "How do I... seduce him."

She could see the other woman grin, "Knowing the Captain? You hardly need to do a thing but I have a feeling you're wanting to do something special. For him right?" She nods slowly watching her walk into the quarters before she comes back with a bottle. "Sprits that on yourself and when you do don't leave the room."

"What is it?" She asked looking at it.

"Something that makes the men go wild. They've got sensitive noses you see... its just some scents mixed with the scent glands of a predator. Gets them all frisky... gets them feeling good."

"Um this isn't... forcing?"

"Honey I would laugh if I didn't think it would hurt your feelings." The woman says as a small blonde girl wearing furs rushes between her legs. "A space wolf made this. Its their best worst kept secret the fact that they made this stuff for their women to wear and to use. Always saying it was some wife that made it. Even if that's the truth they are always eager to have their ladies wear it. Remember to bring that back in a couple of days when you're done."

"Days?"

She just smiled leaving Elskling holding the bottle as she returns back to her shared quarters. Staring at the liquid inside frowning as she was upset at Arkyn denying her an honorable death with her comrades but... she sighs and sprays herself wrinkling her nose as it was slightly sharp smelling not a scent she would find pleasant but it wasn't for her.

Arkyn entered his quarters without much thought as the Captain took a deep breath washing away the worries of his station. His Parietal lobe itched as he smelt something new yet intimately familiar. His mind rushing back to memories of intimate encounters with mates past. Arkyn felt himself get hard so easily at that smell as he walked to the bedroom pulling off his clothes and leaving them in his wake... he was hard and throbbing and fully naked when he opened the bedroom door.... lucky for him so was his Elskling.

"Hello Captain Arkyn..." She says with that familiar purr that he remembers back from when he first bedded her. His throat tightens and his cock raises as it throbs. Her eyes darting to the subtle movement before meeting his own eyes.

He grins as he swaggers over to the bed rubbing her naked thigh, "I think I remember asking you this once before... are you sure you can handle this..." He clicks his tongue letting the moment drag on out, "wolf? I must say we get horribly attached after we mate." He repeats those familiar lines.

All she does is bring his hand against her cunt and just presses a finger in and moves it for him before he finally takes over. Her nails dig into his shoulders as his hips press to hers, she claws him as she feels the burn of him splitting her open. And Arkyn burns this new memory into his mind... how beautifully his Elskling writhes under him... how her lips open and the gasps. He still remembers when they first had sex... he still remembers each sigh and mewl from then and the way she does it now... he burns it all into his mind and there it will stay with him till he meets the Allfather.

Tyberos the red Wake

Ophelia was in the medical bay when she smelt something good. She was talking to the marine on duty about what it was and she didn't understand what he was explaining or what it was for or why it smelt like home. He was trying his best to explain it and cocked his head to the side at her simple request to wear it, confused Ophelia explained why she wanted it. He let her seeing no harm in it.

"Void Mother," another marine said walking in causing Ophelia to shift her weight at the title. It wasn't one Tyberos had given her but she should have seen it coming given he was called the Void Father.

"Yes?" She said softly trying to be polite.

"Tyberos wishes to speak with you."

It hardly was any other reason to go back into the den of the Chapter Master. There was no use running... no use hiding... but visits with Tyberos were cordial at best and terrorizing at worst given his size and how she felt so helpless in his grasp always folding to his demands but... maybe she would deny him today.

She didn't see the way eyes lingered on her or hear the way that some astartes that were around sniffed the air after her. She entered the dim room as he was at his desk signing approvals from captains and reviewing reports. It smelt very much of Tyberos in the room... and Ophelia felt... warm. Sure maybe the phase after her moon blood when she was fertile was a time that she did not mind Tyberos' company... it was often when she would spend several days in his bed before shame ate at her and guilt ate at him. He needed her it was clear... but she felt warm like after the moon blood. He had a heavy smell... a musky one with a spice added to it.

Tyberos opens his mouth to ask her... he just sees her standing there breathing heavily... flustered skin... and then he smells her and he starts to drool. The door locks behind her as Ophelia just feels the warmth travel to her crotch as she swallows spit as she turns away not hearing how the door locked but she hears the way his chair flings into the wall behind his desk. His rational and logical side of his mind tells him that he's under the effects of something... he needs to get her out of here... but by the Throne she smells so good.

Ophelia feels the air knocked out of her as she is pressed into the wall as his hips rut against the curve of her ass. He wants to mutter an apology but it dies in his mouth as Ophelia rolls her hips back against his... pressing firmly against his arousal. A bruising grip holds her hips as he ruts against her like some youngling, drool running down his neck dripping from the exposed parts of his molars, he tastes the air and he knows exactly what is effecting both of them... in reality it should only really be affecting Ophelia... but she smells so good.

"Tyberos please..." Ophelia whines feeling so empty, "I need you inside of me." She mewls out. Nipples rubbing against the fabric of her breast binding... her undergarments clinging to her entrance from how slick she has grown.

Fabric rips as her world spins and hot wet mouth muscles rub up against each other. Tyberos files away needing to see the brother apothecary to see if there is a new weakness... or if simply combining that combination of chemicals with her scent is what is doing it for him. Grey skinned hands grip handfuls of ass as her fingers pull on his white hair, he pulls back to exhale hard and even in this relatively lukewarm room... his breath can be seen.

"Tyberos." Ophelia whines feeling him hesitate for once... she's so use to him getting her into his bed quickly that it feels too long, "Tyberos... make me void mother."

If his eyes were not already fully black then he is certain they would be given how fast he rips through her clothes and his own clothes. His cock rubbing against her overly slick entrance before sliding in fully... he normally tires to be gentle but he hilts himself in the first thrust and bellows out his enjoyment.

She screams out her own enjoyment as she pushes her legs against his scarred and tattooed chest as he thrusts down hard and deep into her cunt. They make eye contact for this... something Ophelia hardly does but her eyes glaze over with pleasure... loosing their focus before she blinks and moans out. His eyes wander down to her breasts and perhaps his thrusts are a bit more vigorous then they need to be to watch them bounce and move. His saliva splashes down on her as he fucks her hard. His eyes roaming her body... his mind drawing the appropriate tattoos for her... for her station.

She falls over the edge first with a shriek of his name in such pleasure that it causes him to follow... but the effects still linger in her system as she pulls him into a kiss... his hands still roaming over her naked body... as they spend several hours properly getting to intimately know each other finally.

Ghosk

Was happy or at least as happy as an ancient Night Lord like himself could be with being apart of a warband of misfits run by a recently fallen to Chaos Space Wolf. By the Dark Gods the Imperium sounded like a nightmare compared to what it once was... he might not have followed his father into hell if he knew he was going to be alive to watch it turn into some carcass of what it once was. But certain things made it bearable like his Rabbit.

He opens an eye as she walks in and he opens his mouth to begin their usual bickering but he stops as all of his thoughts turns into blazing heat that rushes to his groin. It throws him off slightly... he's certainly fucked before... raped even though that was hardly his modus operandi. Oh yes call him old fashioned if he enjoyed not being wept at during sex... unless that was their kink then yes... but he was a cynical bastard but not cynical enough to act like a Slaaneshi.

"Smell. What's that smell." He says with his usual calm and disinterest as he tried to not palm his hardening cock through his cloth pants.

"Wow okay... spent time with Astrid she just let me put on some perfume she likes."

His tongue ran over his teeth as the warband's matron the space wolfs wife liked his bunny rabbit so his bullshit was tolerated because it all came back to protecting her from others. But by the dark gods she should have warned his bunny that her stuff was made for seducing a wolf...

"Rabbit." He growled out. His cock twitched at the fear mingling with her scent now as he felt his nails dig into the couch. "Wash it off if you don't want me." He said letting out a groan as Ghosk couldn't stop himself from palming his cock through his pants.

"What do you-" Was all she could get out before Ghosk was over her rutting his clothed cock against her own clothed form. He was panting like a dog at the feeling of relief... he hardly masterbated anymore as he was content with his bunny around but all of his neglected need rushed to attention pushing against her supple flesh.

"This is what I mean Rabbit." He snarled, "Tell me to stop." He looked down at her with some restraint... he wasn't a chaos riddled degenerate just a normal degenerate for a Night Lord but he was still himself... he could resist these basal urges.

He could see the gears turning in her little head before she looked up at him, "And... if I don't tell you to stop?" She said so very softly.

Ghosk stopped and was panting hard as his body trembled with utter excitement. He grabbed her and carried her outside as they were on a planet for some time. He put his bunny down. "You have 10 minutes. Run rabbit run." He growled watching her run as he sat in a crouched position feeling his muscles ache... his wings eager to spread out and take flight. But he waited... and waited... knowing and picturing in his minds eye her running in that fast sprint he's seen her do.

She sprinted as fast as she could doing bursts remembering some of her endurance training as it was only a matter of time...

Ghosk's black eyes snapped open as like a bow drawn he was released. All that was there where he knelt was disturbed dust and grass.

Rabbit had to stop and crouch in the woods. Trying to run from Ghosk in an open field was suicide but trying to run from Ghosk was stupid... trying to hide from him was stupid... so why was this so exciting. She and Ghosk had a comfortable relationship... insulting each other... she didn't know what he was getting out of it. The snapping of a twig nearly made her jump out of her skin as the 500+ pound man could be frighteningly silent when he wanted to be.

"Bunny." She heard his trilling graveling voice and she was off like a lazshot but that's clearly what he wanted.

She really hardly had a chance as out of the darkness of the canopy above dropped Ghosk grabbing her before she felt all of her guts rush to her feet. Oh by the God Emperor they were so high up... "Ghosk please not so high up!" She said with fear warbling through her voice.

Another time it would seem... but Ghosk landed before he tore at her clothes... his hard cock slapping against her wet folds before slipping in as she went cross-eyed at the intrusion into her sex. Ghosk moaned and came right then as he could hardly remember the last warm cunt he was in... the thrill of the hunt mixed with her smell. Oh he felt wonderfully pathetic in that moment as his toes uncurled when he was done cumming before he pulled back and moved.

"I'm going to fill my bunny rabbit up so good." He snarled down at the breathless bunny under him... her back arched as her hips were up and she was being such a good fuckable bunny. His balls brushing up against her skin as he moved... his wings fully outstretched and flapping as his grip was bruising... his bunny was screaming... just like how rabbits scream... but instead of writhing in pain and agony she was screaming in pleasure... writhing in enjoyment... pushing her hips back against his own... moaning his name.

He was a bastard chasing his high as he pulled her back onto his cock like some fleshlight... but she wasn't... she was his bunny. He flipped her over the slight twisting on his cock causing him to cum as he took that breather for a moment. Pushing her down onto the ground again crouched over her his wings hiding her from anyone else as he buried himself to the hilt for a few precious seconds and they both gasped at the depth of pleasure they could free.

"Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!" He chanted as his hips snapped to hers with eager restraint. One of his hands clawed the ground around one of her own... palms touching as the way her nails from her other hand clawed his arm as she screamed with pleasure under him. He felt so amazing... the way her willing body writhed under him... her hips desperate to meet his... he was suddenly very aware of her hands touching his skin. All Ghosk could do... say... and think was... "Bunny! Bunny! Bunny!"

She was a trembling sweating mess... the orgasms from both of them going uncounted as finally Ghosk felt his final climax take hold of him and he spread his wings fully out in all their terrible glory... undecorated for this moment but he snarled out her actual name as he came for the final time inside of her. His finally flaccid cock slipping from her thoroughly ruined cunt. His cunt. He mused looking at her laying there almost fully out of it... covered in dirt, cum, sweat, small cuts, bruises, and probably small creatures native to this planet. His Rabbit... He pulled her into a kiss as he purred out another bunny or two when she reciprocated.

Angelo

Vivienne knew her ways around functions... knew how to rile the lords up... rile them up into making deals with her. She of course used every trick in the book to get what she wanted. Get the trade deals in her favor as she sprayed the perfume on her. The thick makeup upon her face as she made sure she looked just right for this planetary governor's function. Of course she learned as much as she could... bit of a crude thing but nothing that a nice sinched waist and some cleavage couldn't help her with this.

Of course that's what she thought going into it. She grumbles coming back to her ship after a disaster of a party... she might as well have brought Angelo for companionship. No one fuckin told her he was gay. She would have made sure Seth was far more dressed up but Throne bless him he was able to use it as being "roguish" charms or something like that.

"Yes Seth you're getting paid extra for your contribution to that. Your usual seduction fee?"

"I want extra given how..." He grimaced.

Vivienne nodded and waved her hand, "Yes yes he wasn't your usual flavor I know but you saved this deal."

"Of course my Lady. Now if you excuse me I have a bottle of amesec and a bath calling me." He says splitting off heading to his quarters. As she walked to her own she could see Angelo was right there along with the door guards but they dismissed themselves after he entered the quarters behind her.

"He was fucking gay Angelo!" She says upset that she went through all this effort in getting ready for seduction and it all going to waste. She starts to undo her corset but the Blood Angel walks up behind her and somehow is so dexterous with such large hands.

"Would explain the lack of the scent of a paramour on you..." He leans in, "Though I could change that." He says nipping at her earlobe. She waves him away but his nose catching something delightfully mixing with her scent. "You do smell delightful though my Lady." His tongue runs over the artery in her neck before she pulls away to get out of the ridiculous outfit she put herself into. Angelo cares not for the maids that come in leaving a bottle of wine and two glasses... helping her fully undress and taking away the garment as she proceeds to wipe off that silly face paint.

"Lady Vivienne." Angelo finally asks as the maids leave.

"Yes Angelo?" She asks tiredly looking at him in the mirror.

She lets out the smallest gasp as with a blink he is already behind her his hands roaming over her naked, the robe barely clinging to her shoulders hardly counted as clothes to him, shoulders. "You do smell quite delightful... how about I make you feel so good."

She knew what he was refrencing... it was a silly joke from Rowena. A pheremone perfume with some exotic, probably xenos, ingredients that she claimed could work on any man... even a space marine. It had an innocuous smell to it and most men agreed she smelt nice but she was hardly expecting the throbbing against her back as his eyes were black as he panted hard just touching her body. His blonde hair tied back as his teeth looked... bigger to her and she swallowed softly.

Perhaps Rowena wasn't lying for once....

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12 Angry Space Marines or Lullaby's No Good Very Bad Only a Little Good Day - Part 1

First! A big thanks to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for helping write this beast of a piece. And to @sleepyfan-blog, @kit-williams and @egrets-not-regrets for use of their various characters.

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Warning: Talks of violence, a very sore throat, threat of torture near mental breakdown and some mildly sexual talk.

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Summary:

Lullaby awakens alone, and injured. After everything that has happened the thing they want the least is to be alone. But try as they might they can't seem to get a message through to their loved ones. Meanwhile, the Scouts and the veteran Apothecaries get ready to take a vote on the fate of Stormbreaker, who they now must consider allowing to live if his survival truly is intertwined with Lullaby's.

You feel yourself drifting, swirling in patterns of darkness then back to mild lucidity only to be pulled under again. The same cycle repeats. Voices loud and quiet- demanding- requesting, questioning.

“SHUT UP!” “Fucking LOW BRED WITCH WHORE GOTHIC CURSING GOTHIC cursing-””Who is this Really!?” “The first psycher of the Baseline populace.” … “Their vitals are normal…at they need now is rest…” “I will take them to bed..”

There was the feeling of being swaddled in dark, familiar smelling blankets. The feeling of cool lips pressing to your cheeks and mouth. “I will return soon my darling…”

“..no….please, st…ay…” You tried to reach out but your fingers barely moved. You weren't even sure your throat was making words. You were so tired…so Tired…So Tired…

Khopesh cooed, brushing his hand softly against your cheek as you fight the force pulling you down. He thinks you look cute, while you feel about to cry. 

“Shhhhh, rest now,” He purrs, bringing his face down so he can nuzzle you, he presses another kiss to your lips. You feel momentarily soothed by the purrs rumbling in his chest as it presses to yours. 

“..s..t..ay…” Your lips move a little at least, but Khopesh seems to think you're just trying to kiss him back.

“When I return…I will give you my Full Attention.” He chuckles, allowing himself to indulge for a moment; he presses his tongue softly past your lips. Another kiss, just a small but intimate taste, he tells himself, just to tide him over until his lingering business with the Grey Knight is decided. 

You don't mind the kiss, but you mind what it means as he pulls away. But it's too late, you're already sinking ... 

sinking…

sinking…

A feeling like humming electricity, an overcharge, Grasping so hard onto Jophiel…followed by a scream so sharp it burned like-

M O L T E N  G O L D 

“HUAh! -ACK COUGH cOuGH!” You bolted upright gasping, hacking and coughing as your throat burned. Your eyes could barely parse the darkness but, you knew the bed your were sitting (coughing hacking dying??) At least…

Water, fucking hell I need water!

The typical water bottle you kept at the bedside was pretty much empty. You hobbled down from the bed, feeling along the way until your hand wrapped around a familiar handle. 

You pulled open the door to the Astarte grade mini fridge, grabbed a hydration ration and chugged it. The too cold liquid hurt as it touched your inflamed throat but the relief to your thirst powered you through it. 

Finally the ration was half empty and you pulled off, sucking in air which further irritated your pipes. Lord above what the Hell had you Done to yourself?? Your throat hurts- and the cold makes it harder to drink and you cough, which hurts.

Then the memories caught up with you properly. Ah right. A Bastard in Silver, a battle, your frie-

HOLY SHIT WHAT HAPPENED TO EVERYONE?!

They were all standing at the end, surely they're fine surely, Please Please PLEASE BE OKAY DON'T BE HURT DONT BE DEAD GO-

BREATHE DAMMIT!

You slapped yourself trying to get your mind in order. You glanced around the room that now at least had some Minor illumination from the fridge light. And a dizzying combo of relief and excitement runs through you as you spot your bag hanging where you normally put it when visiting. 

You're glad you can leave the fridge door propped as you scramble over to your bag and dig through it. There are things that you need to make sure you still have your mind going through the list as you grab each item.

Keys, Wallet (not your goal but you're glad it's there), Charger, Hairbrus- PHONE!

Oh thank the lord above! You think, as you frantically open it. 

Missed calls and texts from your parents…Shit. 

Okay okay Breathe, B R E A T H E, Your fingers tremble as you open the messages. 

‘Hey Lullybird, just checking in. When are you going to be home?’ 

45 minutes after the first message. 

‘Lully can you answer the phone??’

‘Bear, please pick up.’

15 minutes after that.

‘I'm starting to get worried! If you don't pick up your phone I'm going to drive to come find you!’

‘Your mother means it Bear, please answer.’

‘LULLY!’

5 Minutes Later 

‘Hey Hun! Khopesh texted to let us know you had too much fun at the picnic yesterday and passed out. So that's why you weren't answering your phone.’

Oh thank God, your Mom and Dad aren't making a panicked rush to the base. And they don't know about your near death experience. So that's two problems off your shoulders at least. 

And if Khopesh could text them that means he's safe. You feel even more relief flooding your system and uncoiling the Awful tension you'd been feeling. 

At least partly, you still didn't know the fate of the Primaris Marines. 

‘Next time please text Before you fall asleep after having too much fun!’ 

‘Yeah, just because you're Bear doesn't mean you get to hibernate for 6 months and not answer your phone.’

You smiled and rolled your eyes. You decided to type a quick response. 

‘Sorry to worry ya'll, I promise next time I'll text you Before I party myself into passing out. You text. ‘I'm okay, the partying hard also left me pretty tired even now, so I'm gonna chill at the base for a while longer. I should be home later today. I also want to check up on the new friends I made yesterday.’

A response was sent quickly from your mother. 

‘Turkey Butt…but I'm glad you're okay. See you later.’

‘Love you Bear Bear, see you later.’

You typed back. ‘Love you Both! See you soon.’

Okay…now to the main issue. You wanted to find the Primaris Marines. Sure if any were badly injured they'd be getting care from Anrir and Hura. Cedric was a fantastic apothecary in his own right but…

Gurgle…

Okay, one of the main issues, even if the Primaris were fine you Wanted to see them. Maybe it was a disconnect in your brain but sometimes you felt the need to see things to be certain of them. 

Like clicking the door lock of your car three times instead of one. Or double checking the stove was off. 

G U R G L e….

Seems your stomach was doing its own double checking; so you'd need to see to that too. You rub your stomach a little, sheepish with how loudly your stomach complained.

Khopesh should have some non-perishable snacks around. He always kept a supply. A memory of your beloved menace floats into your mind.

‘Just incase there's a shortage. I have lived through them before by the skin of my teeth when I was small. I got thin enough to see my ribs, luckily there was always at least a few rats and bugs running around…and a few corpses here and there. They didn't taste very good but Eh, more reason to be prepared!’

Hearing him say this so cheerfully and matter of fact practically broke your heart. It was part of the reason you wanted to make sure your cake was perfect. You want to make sure that he doesn’t have to worry about starvation.

He deserved the best you could give after that kind of life.  

And that Silver Bastard  R U I N E D it!

You feel your skin prickle with rage, a familiar rumbling grows in your ears as your muscles tense and your jaw twitches. 

Bz-zt Zt!

You're startled from your seething when the fridge light flickers violently with a sharp electric sound. Then it returns to normal as if nothing happened.

That…was weird… A bizarre thought comes to your mind, especially given what happened yesterday. Did…you do that?

If your powers could pour out of you as a scream, or travel through Jophiel like a ground rod, who's to say they can't affect electronics? It's all energy at the end of the day, particles traveling on waves or through conduits, and those waves being able to enhance or weaken each other….

Bringing up these topics to Anrir is third on your list, you decide. Food, Check on the Primaris boys, tell Anrir about science wizard shit. Karlsor did say that sometimes imagination, or lack thereof could be a limiter on psyker abilities.

You're still dressed in your clothes from yesterday, save your shoes but those are easy to locate. You sling your bag on your back, finish the hydration ration, and open the cupboard beside the fridge where the snacks are kept-

There are no snacks….What!?

You feel around in the darkness, thinking perhaps they're just pushed back only for your hand to brush against something papery. 

You pick up the slip of paper, and read it by the light of the fridge, and your half charged phone. 

This is what you get when you take things that don't belong to you Fuckface! Stop stealing my fucking sunglasses, and you can have your food back. 

Sincerely, Karlsor 

P.S. Fuck You 

Followed by a crass doodle of Karlsor sticking his tongue out and flipping the bird. You facepalmed with a groan.

Dammit Karlsor, Of all the times to pull a dumb shit Prank!

Oh well you wanted to leave this room anyway, guess you're doing it on an empty stoma- 

The door handle wiggles a bit, but doesn't turn. You jostle it again hoping it was a fluke…but the movement (or lack thereof) stays the same. 

You must be fucking Joking!? A frustrated wordless shriek/growl builds up in your injured throat, as you fruitlessly shake the handle of the electronic door lock. 

Okay new plan. You whip out your phone, and start texting. 

But as you try to send your messages of ‘Why am I locked in here?’ And ‘The fuck is this??’ with a picture of the food note, followed by ‘Hey Claude, Khopesh locked me in his room can you help me get out?’, And finally ‘Your Gremlins have done a fucking mischief please help!’ To Khopesh, Karlsor, Claude and Anrir respectively…you feel a bit of that prior anxiety creeping back in. 

None of the messages send properly. You try resending, deleting and rewriting, closing the message app and trying again, restarting your phone even! But every time the messages seem to hit a brick wall. 

What the Hell!? Your parents miles away from the base could get your messages, but four people Inside the base couldn't!?

Something wasn't right. 

You turn back to the door. 

You don't know what is happening, but you can't stay here. But how are you going to open the door?

Your mind drifts back to the moment with the light in the fridge…maybe? You kneel so you're eye level with the lock. You feel along it with your fingertips. Perhaps… you could try to do something?

You can't see things the way you did yesterday, but as you pull on your power, you notice the faintest…shimmer slide across the lock. As if your mycelium was invisible except for that nearly imperceptible visual feedback. 

And based on what happened yesterday it was pretty much confirmed that only You and others using warp sight could actually see them, even when boosted to near maximum power. You had heard that sometimes pushing past your limits- or near enough can help with a break through, but that doing such things could be dangerous if not properly watched over and the person cared for during and after it happening.

You remember the Silver Space Marine's murderous rage. How it'd felt not just to See the intention on his face, but actually Feel how he wanted to destroy you. The glare you could feel through the blue visor had been chilling.

The anger…the Malice, you stopped yourself, feeling nausea bubble in your empty gut, you needed to focus on the task at hand. 

You aren't certain how much to push, but you knew how to give a zap so… You remember what Karlsor said about Visualizing what you want your roots to do. Feel them reaching out- extending along a path.

Bzzt-ZAP! The lock clicks, and you swiftly turn the handle, and step out into the hallway. 

The Night lord Hallway. The hallways of the base designed for Night Lords, likely by Night Lords, even if they might not have built it…perfect. The darkness and the twisted architecture here hadn't frightened you for a while, but then again…you'd always come here with Khopesh. 

But other Night lords had human companions! You have an uneasy, sinking feeling in your stomach. You shake your head a little bit. Surely you'd be fine just…just follow what Claude said, when you'd asked about the faint green lines that trailed along the floors of these areas. 

‘Those are for navigation, see how they have arrow shapes cut into them. Follow those, and you can get back to the communal base areas.’ Claude helpfully pointed out- showing you the navigation lines. ‘The green was chosen as it could be seen- even by baselines in the more dimly lit areas of the base- without being considered ‘garish’... Also a word of advice? Do. Not. Run. In this area of the base.’

Follow the green lines and arrows. Okay, you can do this. You Can Do This. 

You take your first steps and wince at the sound of your own shoes as they pad across the floor into the dark. Shifting your bag, and holding it tighter to yourself. 

You'll be fine. You'll be fine. You chant to yourself.

You also firmly (try to) ignore the feeling that you were being watched. You don’t see anyone or hear anyone- but you have experience. You will see or hear your watchers precisely when they want to be seen or heard, and not a moment more.

…

Meanwhile in a meeting room on the upper floors of the Base, Anrir and Hura had gathered their Scoutlings for a meeting. Some of them are standing, others are sitting. Once they are all seated the oldest of the gathered marines speaks up.

“I suppose you would all like an answer as to why I've asked you all to come here?” Anrir posits, folding his hands together as he sits at the table. The other seats are occupied by Hura, Cedric, Ramiel, Nanael, Olly (and his rock), Claude, Jophiel, Kerubiel, Thressl, Karlsor, and Khopesh.

“Give us some credit, old man -Oof!” Kerubiel mutters snidely only to be elbowed by Thressl.

Thressl shakes his head when Kerubiel shot him a glare, snark and sass at this point in time would be a dumb idea. The Dark Angel smacks him back, but doesn’t speak for the moment. Things were tense- and they just found out a big secret. Who knows what Anrir or Hura might do to them with knowledge of something like this.

“We can make an educated Guess, it's to do with the Grey Knight correct?” Cedric answers to which both Anrir and Hura nod. 

“Indeed, we will need to decide what his fate shall be for his ahem … transgressions.” Hura explains. 

“There are a number of factors to consider, namely the benefits and consequences of either keeping him alive, or…”

“Killing him, Slowly…” Khopesh says with a grin that is equal parts gleeful anticipation and frustrated Rage. His claw-like nails were on their way to digging trenches into the table.

“Khopesh do not damage the base's property.” Anrir commands sternly. “Here, dig into this, not the table or your skin.” Anrir tosses an astarte grade stress toy to his…exuberant son who catches it easily, and begins squeezing and digging his claws into it as he'd been doing with the table. 

But his focus doesn’t waiver as he addresses his father. “I care not for the bureaucracy of keeping him alive, or his benefit as a psycher. He has committed an unforgivable act. Incurred an unpayable debt for what he did to our Claude, our Scouts and my Lullaby! Allow me to extract his Meager value from his dying screams in retribution! I will even keep his body usable for you.” He promises, switching to Nostraman so the others wouldn't understand that part. “Please father, allow me this. I crave-No! I Must make him Beg for the mercy of the grave-!”

Claude has been learning Nostraman, and caught his words, he keeps his face neutral- at least Khopesh remembers that waste not, want not includes making sure that organs and other useful pieces can still be harvested, if the Silver Bastard is killed.

Anrir holds up one ancient yet unmarred hand to stop his son from continuing. “A compelling argument my son, but it is not only you he has wronged. The Scouts deserve their chance to speak on these matters as well, given they were the ones most hurt by his actions.”

Khopesh huffs, but doesn't argue, simply responding with a, “Yes father.” To which Anrir nods approvingly, then addresses the other Scouts. 

“Khopesh has given a good example as to why I've brought you all here. I encourage you all to speak freely, One at a time of course.” He explains, then gestures to the room. “This room is shielded, no transmission can go In or Out, your words will only be known to those in this room.”

Hura picks up the conversation. “We shall be taking a vote on the fate of the Grey Knight. You will each get a chance to speak your vote, and if you deem it necessary, elaborate upon it.” 

Now Thressl scoffs a bit. “I don't think we need a whole meeting fer this? Let's just gut the Bastard an’ be done with it! I'm sure all of us have got better things to do than sit here.” The Space Wolf insists. 

Claude shifts uncomfortably in his seat as he speaks up. “I…don't think we should be so hasty.”

This actually causes some confusion, the others in the room turning to the adopted Night lord. While he did not want to be merciful- Jophiel’s words- the vision he had made him… reluctant to kill the bastard outright. For not at least.

“Claudy?” Khopesh asks, uncertain and maybe just slightly mildly frustrated, why his little brother who had been so full of righteous fury suddenly seems so much more subdued.

Claude took a deep breath, “Before we take the vote…there's something you all should know.” He states, standing and gesturing to Jophiel to do the same. “Go ahead,” He says, placing a comforting hand on the Blood Angel's shoulder. 

Jophiel also takes a steadying breath, his wings flex and settle with his nerves before he addresses the room. “I…had a vision…after I helped Lullaby ground the overflow of power they experienced.”

“I saw many possibilities; things that might already be, or haven't been yet, or may never be. The uncertainty is…frightening but the clearest of the images was thus.” Jophiel explains. “A monstrous being of gold, awakes from its slumber, it stirs at the ripples that flow outward from the melody. It hungers for b-blood…” Jophiel stammers a bit, but grounds himself with Claude's hand. “It awakens to Strangle the Melody in the cradle, to make it silent once more…”

“And the worst of outcomes are more likely…if Silver tarnishes into rust…”

The room is mostly silent, the Scouts seem confused by Jophiel's riddle speak…all except for Claude, Khopesh and Karlsor. Karlsor starts swearing under his breath while Khopesh's grip on the stress toy had increased with every word Jophiel spoke until-

POP!

The scoutlings look upon the Night Lord who appears like he's about to pop himself. Still gripping the destroyed item in his fist. Ah- visions are always complicated- and sometimes true, sometimes untrue, sometimes only partially true. But could they take the risk of discarding Jophie’s visions?

No one moves. 

At last Anrir clears his throat. “That was the Second reason for the shielded room…I'm afraid your recent incident with the Grey Knight isn't the only…event of consequence we will need to discuss as we take this vote.”

“Tell me…have any of you Scouts ever heard of a being known as, A Custodes?”

…

Walk, just keep walking, just follow the lines on the floor. 

Walk, do not run, running activates the prey drive and you're Dead. 

Walk, keep your head up to not look weak, but not so far up as to imply arrogance. 

Your thoughts swirl around, and around. The feeling of being watched had only increased as you'd followed the green lines. You had to tamp down on the urge to bolt (walkdontrunpreydrivedead), and even more so on the urge to use your powers. 

Would they do you much good in this situation?? A zap could help but then you'd have to be touching whoever was looking at you, and they might be a psycher so then they might realize it wasn't just static electricity- 

You feel your heart pick up speed with excitement as you see the doorway you knew would lead you out of this place. Away from the eyes of those with unknown intentions. 

Walk Do-Not-Run 

And you're close. You grasp the handle to the door and start to pull. 

“Leaving so soon?” 

The gasping scream you would've made is smothered by your sore throat as your other hand is snatched up in an unfightable hold. You're pulled up and back from the door, then swung around roughly till the movement stops and you can gain your bearings.

A deep navy blue ceremite clad hand is holding your arm, leaving you dangling like a child holding a teddy by the arm, only your toes are touching the floor. You glance back to see a short haired Nightlord with criss crossing facial scars grinning and chuckling in a way that makes your stomach ice over. 

You look forward and see two more shapes come into focus from the darkness. Two more Nightlords, one has his helmet on, the other looks…almost stately in appearance with well groomed stark white hair, and seemingly unblemished skin. 

“My my Myyyy, it seems you're even more…homely in appearance up close.” The white haired Nightlord purrs, going as far to pinch your Nose between his gauntleted fingers! 

He was actually pinching with a decent amount of force, enough to sting. And as he shifted his grip it actually felt like he might try to break it, before tutting at the pained whines you tried to hold back. “Oh come now Pet, don't take it so personally…homely can be Charming after all…in its own way.” He chuckled, releasing your nose, and straightening his posture.

“They Are Cute! Tiiiiiny and fragile,” The Night lord holding you up purrs sickeningly, bringing his face next to yours so you're forced to inhale his breathe, you try not to breathe in so much. “Whatcha wanna do with ‘em Faust?”

Faust hums, and drums his fingers on his chin fucking casually. “Well…there are just so many options. But I Think I know what I want to do First…” He states, and brings his hand to your face again. This time he snatches your cheeks into a little  too tight hold, forcing you to look him in the black, eyes. 

“A question…Why were you such a Rude little human?” You blinked, clearly confused but Faust did elaborate. “I Know you felt us watching, yet you didn't run. You denied us our Chase. And then you have the nerve to not even Scream, when dear Mephis snatched you up? You're either incredibly Dense or Incredibly Stupid.” 

Didn't those mean the same thing??? But Faust went on “So tell me, What is going through your empty little head?”

You were flabbergasted, but before you could even attempt to open your mouth, the other Nightlord who hadn't spoken once finally sighed. He sounded bored and exasperated. “Really Faust?”

“SHUT UP CHIROP!” Faust's voice turning from posh yet sadistic to full on snarling bile actually startles you…though maybe not just you if the twitch you felt from Mephis was anything to go by. Chirop seems to hesitate, before glancing away. Faust turns his attention back to you, and the stately gentlemen act comes back over him. “Well? We're waiting…”

You're not even sure what's trying to come out of your mouth, maybe a Huh? Or a What? But your sore throat chokes ot to nothing, leaving you flailing like a fish on a line, wincing and grasping your throat.

Now it’s the Night Lords turn to look confused. “Are you Mute as well as stupid?” Faust askes with a slight sneer.

Okay, fuck you bastard, you thought but shake your head. You bring your hand up to your throat and press your fingers to the sore spots from the outside. 

“You got Choked?” Mephis asks, confused.

Okay fair misinterpretation, you shake your head again. You bring your hand up and make a scratching motion at your throat.

“Oo! OO! I got it! Your neck is itchy?” Mephis puts forth before…bringing his other hand up, and…scratching at the back of your neck??

It was a bit roughly done, but actually didn't feel too bad. Still no though, you shake your head again. What other motions could you make to get the idea across?

Chirop sighs then growls. “For Curze's sake their throat is injured! Like Scratchy? That's why they can't talk!”

“Oh…” Mephis nods with understanding…still scratching the back of your neck. “That makes sense.”

Faust seems a little miffed by the explanation, and let's out a huff. “Well…that's disappointing…” Then a new look comes over his face, one that brings back the curdling dread in your stomach. “But…it also means no one Else will be able to hear you Scream…” He brings his grinning face full of bright sharp teeth down to your eye level. 

It's at this point Mephis stops scratching your neck. “Well yeah…they just explained they literally can't scream.”

“MEPHIS YOU ARE A BRAIN DEAD IDIOT! BE SILENT” The snarling bile came back, and this time you notice how Mephis flinches more obviously when the white haired Nightlord turns his vitriol on him. Faust huffs then brushes his hair back as if trying to compose himself. You notice how the third less chatty member of the group had flexed his claws, and leaned forward when Faust chastised Mephis. 

Interesting…and you actually Almost feel sorry for him when the Nightlord holding you mumbles out a quiet. “Sorry Faust…”

Faust seems to notice Mephis's unhappiness, and lets out a sigh. “You know I adore how…charmingly direct you are Mephis dear.” He cooes, now saccharine in his wording. 

It makes you want to vomit with how clearly Fake it was. 

“But it Can also be…tedious, and you Know how I feel about tedium, don't you?” More sweet empty cooing, you're third wheeling your own shakedown…Great…

You glance to the other third wheel with a look of confusion. He just shakes his head, and you figure he's rolling his eyes. His fists were still clenching and unclenching though.

“So…why not break up the tedium by…playing with a new toy? Would that make you feel better, my big strong lunk head?”

Okay now the dread comes back, and you did Not like how Mephis's expression changed to one of excitement. 

Chirop speaks up again. “Faust, you know who this one belongs to...”

Faust scoffs. “I don't see a tattoo anywhere, do you Chirop? Is the tattoo in the room with us?” He remarks snidely. “Or maybe that's just the opinion of yours that I didn't ask for. Besides…”

“I doubt one of Anrir's lap dog bastard sons would care if we batted around his current sex toy for a bit. He doesn't even care enough to mark them, so they can't be That important…”

You ears fill with rumbling again like before, causing This Smarmy Fuckers words to trail off into background noise. 

First he calls Your Khopesh a lap dog bastard son, then has the Nerve to insinuate that Khopesh doesn't Love You?

The man who threatened to fight the literal reason for your trauma? (Even if you'd convinced him not to.) Who gave you love and affection and banter and made you feel beautiful inside, outside, in bed, in life, introduced and integrated you into his Family for fucks SAKE.

“Hell they'd probably spread their legs for anyone who offered them safety, If they were even smart enough to think of doing so that is.”

Honestly you thought this fucker had found the straw that broke the camel's back? BUT DAMN he just keeps finding more!

You're done, you are Done with this bullshit. You've shot straight past fear and now you are going to make them-

P A Y...

Mephis you can tackle through the hand still held in his grasp but the others…

(!) And that's when it hits you. You feel your toes touching the floor, almost as if you were dancing en point. You focus, pulling on your power, and pushing it through your legs. 

As the two Nightlords continue their chatting about all the awful things they might do to you, you watch the shimmer and shift of the air as you feel the mycelium spread. 

You suppress a determined smile when you feel the subtle change in sensation of it making contact with the Nightlords. The shimmers crawl up their armor and you imagine your mycelium grasping and tangling around their Necks.

They're not psychers, you can feel how low their warp power is.

So you'll just have to drain their life force instead. If giving energy causes a boost of Vitality, draining it must do the opposite. And you weren't going to lie, the thought of these bastards dropping like flies in front of you sounded Very Appealing right now. 

You'd still need to be careful, pulling too fast could cause a zap, which might give you away. That you could not risk. It’s working. You think to yourself, pleased.

You do allow yourself a light grin seeing the shimmer on your roots become slightly more visible. You also notice how the conversation of the Night Lords has changed again. 

Namely that it's trailed off, Faust (bastardfuckfacedeadmanwalking-) swivels his head around suddenly. 

“Did you two…hear something?” He asks, actually sounding a little worried. 

Mephis looks around as well, you can feel his grip loosening as he loses focus. “Hear what?”

“Maybe it's Another opinion you didn't want to hear.” Chirop growls, more tersely, perhaps his response to your roots draining him is more anger than Fear. 

“Will you Shut your Stupid FUCKING MOUTH CHIROP I'M TRYING TO LISTEN!” 

“Is the sound in the room with us right now Faust? BECAUSE ALL I'M HEARING IS YOUR ANNOYING FUCKING VOICE!”

Mephis actually seems very distressed by this outcome. “Stop it! Both of you! We're not supposed to fight each other!”

“SHUT UP MEPHIS!” “NOT NOW MEPHIS!”

“DO NOT, GIVE HIM ORDERS!”

“OH BECAUSE THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO GIVE ORDERS IS YOU RIGHT!? CURZE'S SAKE I SHOULD'VE-”

“LIKE YOU HAVE EVEN A SHRED OF WHAT IT TAKES! IT’S NO PICNIC MANAGING YOU TWO IDIOTS! YOU'RE LUCKY TO HAVE SOMEONE AS CAPABLE AS ME TO KEEP YOU BOTH ALIVE AND FED!”

“PLEASE!” 

“SHUT UP!” “MEPHIS!”

Bingo, the other two were at each other's throats and the third was steadily becoming more upset which would hopefully lead to him dropping y-

“Shut UP I'M TRYING TO THINK!” 

“But I didn't say anything Fau”-

SMACK! 

Your world falls for a moment as your feet hit the concrete floor, with the rest of your body following. You roll scramble back to standing as soon as you can. Claude and you had practiced how to roll and fall properly so that you didn’t hurt yourself.

Just in case some asshole might try to grab you- from Astartes height-. Your jaw however stays fallen open as you realize what just happened. Faust actually struck Mephis across the face, who's now doubled over covering himself while Faust continues to berate him. 

“I said SHUT UP! AND QUIET YOUR INCESSANT WHINING IT'S GRATING ON MY NERVES YOU DOLT!”

“Sorry Faust…” Mephis whimpers. 

That…he can't be… If Any of the Nightlords you knew pulled something like that…Any of the Astartes you knew even! The one in Mephis's position wouldn't be apologizing! He'd be throwing hands!

Or someone would be throwing them on his behalf!

You glance back at the other Night lord who does look ready to KILL the white haired Asshole, but you notice the way he hesitates. 

Mephis briefly looks at him, and shakes his head, which seems to be the only thing holding Chirop back from committing a good old fashioned homicide. 

What the fuck kind of dynamic had you walked (been dragged) into? As much as you would love to break the prissy platinum blond bitch's nose you knew you didn't stand a chance, even one to one, but if you go for the door now, they'd probably snatch you again before you made it three steps.

For now, you had managed to keep your focus even while being dropped, so you keep draining. But you are Primarily focused on Faust.

Could anyone blame you? 

The white haired Night Lord seems to grow more paranoid by the second whipping back and forth until…his eyes land on you. 

You freeze, half from fear and the other half you still feel that bubbling seething rage in your very Soul. 

“Stop it- Stop Staring at me you little Freak!!” He snarls, maybe he can subconsciously sense what you're doing. You don't stop though.

You Like seeing the FEAR in his eyes.

Faust actually starts laughing, without humor and without breaking eye contact. “Oh OhHO little whore iS DEFIANT EY?” He giggles, and you scramble backwards as he advances. “TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN, WHAT DEFIANCE GETS YOU-” Faust shouts while winding up his arm for a back hand. 

SLAM-M-M!

A huge dark shape interrupts Faust by Crashing down from above in front of you. The entry is followed by a piercing guttural snarl and the sound of flapping bat wings. 

“SHIT IT'S THE NIGHT HAUNTER! RUN! SCATTER!!!” Mephis cries, and scrambles away into the dark with Chirop not far behind. 

“YOU IDIOTS IT'S NOT THE NIGHT HAUNTER IT'S JUST-,” 

“Just…What exactly…?” A familiar voice breathes through the ghoulish looking raptor helm. 

Faust shuts his stupid fucking mouth, before having the Gall to bring out the polite voice again. “Ahh…Ghosk, what a surprise…”

“5….”

“I'm sorry what?”

“4…”

“Now wait just a minute this is All a misunderstanding!”

“3…”

“Which has already offended you so I'll just be on my way…”

“2-1…”

“FUCKING HELL YOU IDIOTS WAIT FOR ME!” Faust cries as Ghosk chases him back into the darkness, snarling and slashing claws practically at his heels until the younger Nightlord vanishes from your sight. 

You let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. Holy shit that was scary. 

But it was also Satisfying. Fuck those assholes! 

Ghosk huffs into the dark, before turning back to you. You'd met this particular Nightlord and his human. Like you'd said before, Khopesh wanted to integrate you into his family. 

He was Oooold like Anrir, but a bit more crass like Karlsor. His jokes made you snort on more than one occasion. But right now he seemed far less jovial. 

Not like you couldn't guess why…

“This is no place for squishy little humans to be walking Alone. What in Curze's name were you Thinking?” He growled in a voice that was both exasperated and Tired. 

You open your mouth to respond, but only a bit of weezy air comes out as you try to speak. 

Shit that still hurt!

You fumbled around in your bag for your phone and typed a quick message. 

'Shit popped off yesterday, ask Anrir.' 

'Throat got fucked up, not in the fun way. Literally can't talk.'

'Got locked in a room without food.' You show the picture of Karlsor's note which causes Ghosk to actually laugh slightly followed by tired mutter of “Of course he fucking did that, for fuck's sake…”

'Need to eat And I need to find the Primaris boys, especially Jophiel, have you seen them??'

Ghosk shakes his head. “Sorry kid, haven't seen any of them since this morning. Just saw Anrir being tight lipped as usual, he was with Claude though. And I haven't seen the fluffy duckling in a long while.”

Ghosk notes the way your shoulders sagged in disappointment, before an itch hits your throat causing you to hack and cough like you had tuberculosis. 

He chuckles patting you on the back as your neck throbs from the air forced through it. “Come on little human. Let's get you to the medbay.”

THuMP! 

Another loud sound similar to when Ghosk had plummeted to your aid rings out. You whip your head in the direction, and Ghosk instantly goes into another defensive stance, a snarl is building on his lips until-

“What the heck is all the ruckus down here for??” Another familiar voice comes out of another familiar helmet. This one you recognize as a Chaplain, and the voice…

Ghosk sighs heavily. “Shatterwing…”

The Chaplain whom you'd met in passing holds his clawed gauntlets up plaintively. “Hey man, I just got here- Oh!” His eyes lock onto you, and he swoops in curiously. “Khopesh's little squeeze! But not a Khopesh in sight, what's up with you? You two have a fight?”

You open your mouth, but again nothing comes out. You point to your throat, and shake your head. 

“You didn't have a fight…you just can't talk?” Shatterwing asks, cocking his head. 

Damn you're tired. You finally decide fuck it, open your mouth as wide as you can, and even hook your fingers into your cheeks. You take one hand and point down your throat to emphasize that Shatter should look Inside. Which to his credit he does. 

“HOLY DAMNED WHORE MOTHER OF CURZE WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU!?!?”

The Chaplain shrieks causing you to startle a bit, ah well ... you certainly hadn't expected that reaction, lord above. 

“The hell are you yapping about now!?” Ghosk demands. 

Shatterwing points a trembling hand at you. “Their throat is redder than a tech priest taking a mud bath on Mars! What the hell did you and Khopesh do last night?? Were you trying to do something kinky and went too far or was this expected!?-” 

Thwack! “Don't ask them that you dumb fucking slut!” Ghosk growls after delivering a quick hit to the rambling chaplain. It was much less violent than the one you saw Faust give Mephis.

The Chaplain hisses back at the older Nightlord, you just…you just shake your head. 

“Wait, that's not what happened?” Shatter asks. “Then what did?”

You open your mouth, but then close it. You can't…really tell him. So you just shake your head again. 

“Oooooh I see…too embarrassed to tell me?” Shatter posits. You feel an embarrassed blush erupting over your face at the implications. “No worries little human, you don't have to give me details. Though I certainly wouldn't be opposed. I'd be impressed to find a partner who could leave my throat like that after a night of Passion.”

You facepalm, pulling your hand down your cheeks in exasperation. You're not escaping the freak allegations today it seems. Maybe better he thinks you're just into weird stuff, saves you the trouble of making up a proper lie. 

Ghosk just sighs tiredly again before telling Shatter to either be quiet or Scram, because he's taking you to the med bay. 

The Chaplain acquiesces to the former, but you can't escape the feeling of him eyeing you smugly as the three of you make your way there. 

Lord above it's not even 11 AM and the day is already exhausting…Lucky You!

[kit-williams]

Anrir his usual self of "child I thought you were dying" to Claude

So many people in this room are going to owe him and Cedric

Omg if he had met Ghosk and saw the bat wings he probably would (for the funny) not see the bat wings on the only one with the wings

Great fic

Anrir is from @kit-williams (he's such a fun snarky old man!). Claude is @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan and Kopesh is from @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Other Tags: @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @nightshade-victorian Warnings: Injury/wound care

Claude was out in the forest with some of his night lord brother when he smelled astartes blood.  A lot of it.  He moved silently towards the scent.

There was a marine lying on the forest floor.  Solid matte black armor, no legion or chapter markings, only a skull with spread eagle wings extending out to either side across his chestplate.  He reminded Claude of the stories of deathwatch blackshields, except for the lack of the organization's insignia. Questions for later. The strange marine's stomach plating was torn open and he was bleeding profusely. His head turned to look at Claude. "Big Raven..." he muttered, reaching a hand towards the primaris scout.

“ANRIR!  I need you over here now!” Claude yelled into his vox, moving in to aid the injured marine and pulling out the bandages Cedric had insisted he  carry with him..  He tried to wrap them around the stranger’s torso but they were soaked through almost as fast as he could apply them.  Fuck - one of his hearts must be damaged, to be bleeding this much.

The ancient night lord practically materialized out of the darkness behind Claude and looked him up and down to ensure he was uninjured.  “Why are you yelling.  You’re not hurt and none of the claw is hurt, so what’s the rush?”

“Dad, please?  I don’t want him to die.”

“Fine fine fine I’ll help him for Curze’s sake, you can stop yelling.  I thought you were injured.”

“Great, a night lord.”  The marine on the ground complained, trying to shift to look at Anrir.

“Look, do you want to survive this or not? Hold still.”  Anrir commented to his patient, pushing a few organs aside to inspect the damage.

“Dad!  Please, I’ll owe you a favor!”

“Fine, you’re lucky you’re cute.  Please stop looking at the back of my head like a kicked puppy. Why does the raven side of your genetics always come out in these situations...”  Anrir turned back to his patient, pulling out his medic bag and deftly beginning to stitch the hole in his secondary heart shut.  “You’re going to owe Claude a favor when you recover from this, you know.  What happened to you anyway?”

“Boarding torpedo.”  The injured marine replied dryly.

“What, did you try to stop it with your torso?”  Anrir pulled several pieces of shrapnel out of the marine’s torso.

“Technically it worked. Name’s Tercelle.  Why do I smell bats?”

“It’s too bright out for bats.  Possibly because I’m a night lord.  Or you might have a concussion.  Claude, get his helmet off.”  Claude fiddled with the damaged clasps on the marine’s helmet, finally pulling it off to a loud yelp from the injured stranger.

Vivid purple eyes with black slcera stared back at him, wide and unfocused and somehow glowing very slightly against deep brown skin.  Blood was starting to mat into the silver-coiled hair from a large cut on his forehead.  Anrir motioned Claude aside and quickly assessed the situation.  “Yep, concussion.  Along with the usual signs of losing massive amounts of blood very quickly.”  The apothecary flipped his vox on. “Kopesh, grab a medical transportation kit and bring it to my location.  Claude found a new arrival.”  He observed the marine’s bloodstained hair and the growing bruise around the scalp wound.  “Say, do you remember what year it is?”  It was obvious that he was an Emperor’s Child - no other chapter has the same brilliant eyes and bleached hair - but whether he was before or after the Heresy would be important.

“011.M31.  Am I dead?  I was on a ship, and then there was a torpedo, and…”

“You’re not dead.  You’re on Terra.” Anrir interrupted.

Tercelle’s eyes darted back and forth, pupils wide despite the bright light.  “Why trees?”

“Because you’re in M3 now.”  Claude piped up.

“Right, I am in hell.”  Tercelle clearly didn’t believe what he was being told.

Anrir sighed at the new arrival.  “You’re not in hell.  I can bring you to the chaos base once you're stabilized." Anrir immediately noticed his patient's heartbeat start to rise as he tried weakly to move away and hurriedly continued talking. "Or we can take you to the loyalist base instead. However you are going to be in ultramarine paperwork hell for quite some time that way.  Unless you’d like to go to the night lord base instead?”

“I can handle ultramarine paperwork.  Means you can’t skin me until I’m done.”  Tercelle coughed out, seeming to calm slightly.

“Do you see me wearing any skins?  I’m not into that.”  Anrir huffed a bit at his overly chatty patient.

“I still keep seeing you with bat wings half the time.  Hard to tell.  Can I sleep now?”  Tercelle’s eyelids fluttered as he spoke.

“Don’t you fucking dare.  I got started here so you’re stuck with me now.”  Anrir grabbed a syringe from his bag and injected a stimulant dose into Tercelle just as Kopesh arrived with supplies.  Tercelle grinned up at Kopesh as he set his load down and started to unroll the stretcher.  “You smell like human.  I know that smell!  Very happy nice human.”

“Hey!  But yes, she is a very nice human.”  Kopesh helped guide Tercelle’s shoulders onto the stretcher.  With Anrir’s direction the three of them set off for Stone Flame Base, quickly reaching into town and shouldering through the civilian traffic with their patient.  For some reason he was still going on about bats and Anrir was seriously considering strapping him down.  Fortunately he was still too weak to really fight against the hands pushing him to stay down.

Inside the base Olly had drawn desk duty that day.  “Hello, what is the nature of your emergency today?”  Anrir pushed past him, grabbing the list of open rooms from its usual spot on the desk.  At least ultramarines were consistent.

“I need several bags of blood,” he paused to check the marine’s patches “type A+, a rehydration pack, a head injury brace, and several rolls of clean bandages.  This room,” Anrir led Claude and Kopesh into an unused room, not bothering to turn on the lights as Olly messaged Cedric. “Can I get the patient’s name, affiliation, and era?”

“I’m Tercelle.  You’re big.  Like that raven that smells like a bat.  Why are you so big?  You have very nice eyes.” It looks like he wasn't getting much useful information yet.

“Oh.  Thank you sir.  I’m a primaris marine, as is Claude. We’re bigger.”  Olly was not really used to receiving compliments.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” Tercelle said to no one in particular as Anrir eased him onto the bed and began hooking tubes in.

“Yes, they are.  Ah there you are Cedric,” he hooked the first bag of blood that the younger apothecary had brought up to Tercelle’s IV “Thank you.  Finally, someone else agrees with me!”

“Yay.  Oh there’s another one!  They’re so cute.  Am sleep now.”  The stimulants were starting to wear off. Cedric shook his head. He is not cute but there's no sense arguing with a head trauma patient.

“Yes, you can sleep now. And yes, they are cute.”  Anrir shooed the others out and settled into a chair in the dark room, pulling a book out and starting to read.

[badbitchstromboli]

coupla ghosks

[ratcandy]

hey have you ever talked about whether zote knows the other surviving nosk in hollow knight. the one that disguises as the knight

I touched on it somewhat in CoGR! And by that I mean Zote discovers the body afterwards and has a whole crisis about it. So he did find out about the other surviving nosk. Just, uh. A bit late for it shdgKJH

As for whether he knew that Guy while they were still alive. I dunno! I doubt it. Might have known them in like... passing, but not at all personally

[kit-williams]

Insanity seems to follow...

thank you @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for letting me use Karlsor

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

@ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

Karlsor was still fucking pissed that he was stuck being the face for this shitty ass base learning shitty ass rules?! That everything made no fucking sense and that the humans here looked weird... its when some son of Magnus had finally filled him in on what was going on with what he was seeing. So maybe the bonds weren't totally bullshit... just mostly bullshit. Though... some of them looked odd... the bonds on the twisted fuckers looked different... far too organic looking verses the fabric looking that the warp here seemed to have.

This was so much bullshit! And then he heard there was a base full of Night Lords so why the fuck was he stuck here?!

"Can you stop stomping around? Some of us are trying to nap." A voice in Nostroman swears at him from some perch in the darkness to which Karlsor could easily the black haired and pale skinned individual.

"Fuck you!" Karlsor hisses and he sees the black eye open up at him.

"Fuck you too." Ghosk snarls, "Why the fuck are you here?"

"Where else would I fucking be?!"

"At base?"

"I AM AT BASE!"

Ghosk barks out a laugh, "They didn't tell you that there's a night lord base?"

"FUCKING ULTRAMARINES AND THEIR BULLSHIT!" Karlsor swore and he knew they were trying to keep him around.

"Though... I wouldn't go right now. Bit of a mess."

"Why?"

Ghosk leaned an arm down looking like a large cat as he lounged, "Politics. No one is from the first claw... so currently its a dick swinging contest as to who gets to be 'chapter master' or 'legion master'."

"So why the fuck are you here?"

"Because I spoke the truth like Jesus Christ." He continued before Karlsor could ask what the fuck he was talking about, "I said it was going to be one the the Terran born Night Lords that is probably going to be in charge. Either Loyalist or Traitor because they actually aren't fucking retarded like the rest of us from Nostromo. So I'm here until they pick someone."

"Cool... who the fuck are you." Karlsor says.

"Ghosk. Ghosk Sevyrarek. Raptor. So who the fuck are you?" Ghosk replies.

"Karlsor. Librarian."

"When are you from?" Ghosk croons looking down at him. Karlsor debates on even telling him given how he's currently in the "chaos" wing of the base. Ghosk huffs, "I'm from M41."

"M31" Karlsor finally relents, "We were attacking McCragge."

"Oh... OH SHIT I was there! Hey I was a scout at that time if you go back can you pass something along to my past self."

"Fuck off." Karlsor says before there was suddenly a blur and he felt weight on his chest as he felt cold. Ghosk's eyes were old as the unarmored Night Lord was perched above him as his fucking wings seemed hide them from you.

"LISTEN I have been alive for ten thousand fucking years since our Primarch died. Since all that shit went down and everything went tits up. I have seen shit so much WORSE. Now if we do go back you're going to either kill me or tell me to join the loyalists." Ghosk says with his eyes darting around calming down.

Karlsor grumbles but accepts the hand from the shorter night lord. There was a pause between them, "But yeah plenty of Night Lords at base would want your opinion since this is a big deal. Blah Blah Blah. You know claw politics. Anyway I guess have fun being stuck here!" Ghosk says with a snicker before walking off with his wings neatly folded up against his back.

Karlsor just groaned as shit was getting stupider with what insane bullshit he was having to learn to accept was just normal here. "Fuck me..." He says wandering off.

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Writing notes for Konrad, Yandere Konrad, Ghosk, and Anrir

There's a Romanian tradition that you could add to your Night Lord fics ^^

It's called "Dragobete", which is basically the Romanian and more traditional version of Valentine's days. Celebrated on February 24th, "Dragobete" himself was the Ancient God of Love but the modern day is more christianized. It is a day where marriage-age boys and girls (16-20 for boys and 14-16 for girls) must find their other half or they'll have bad luck for the rest of the day. Considered the first day of spring, boys and girls gather vernal flowers, go into the closest forest and sing and dance together. After finishing, the girls run away while the boys keep up with them to catch the one which they find most pleasing. When a boy catches a girl, he must kiss her and give her his flower crown. If she doesn't like him, she'll simply try to get away. If she does and allows him to kiss her, he'll then lift her up into his arms and carry her to their village, where they'll be officially proclaimed engaged! There is a saying in Romania that makes a lot of sense regarding this: "Dragobete kisses the girls" Also It is a common belief in some parts of Romania that, during this celebration, stepping over a partner's foot leads to the dominant role in the relationship.

Furthermore, back in the day in Transylvania, from where I am from, mothers who just gave birth will give to their husbands' their placenta to eat.

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