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Wraith of the Mother: 06 New Gods

hey, pssst, heeeeey.... doomdad awakens and steals a son this time >D goodluck getting this one back into the grim dark world. that's his new giant son. Gecko's even been invited into the family lunch!

Wintherin eggs, hatchlings and kiddos coming soon. and the later two will be climbing on the new giant guardian, much to Gecko's delight. even if his new family is confusing to him.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]

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“Dad!” Lily's voice drew Gecko's attention back into reality. She set the dishes in her hands back on the tray before running around the big dragon, wintherin. The rider that helped bring it up was dodging the tail before stooping over.

Dad?

Gecko puzzled over that as he watched this new man scoop up the tiny human in comparison. He was dressed similarly to the young woman and Rai, that lavender color of semi loose leggings and shirt. Not just the exposed forearms told of a hard fighting life, as they were layered in scarring and burns. Something in the air of him as well, of an old fighter. The new man's mind was a solid wall of a shield and stubborn will the likes Gecko had never seen.

Yet Gecko could feel the softening edges at seeing Lily. A bond was there between them, protective, affection and whispered thoughts were just barely heard as the rider pressed his cheek against the young woman's head.

My little flower... You're safe? I'll keep you safe… I swear... You feel happy, my flower… My daughter... I'll keep all of the hells away from you…

There was a deep well of love, not just for Lily but other bonds tied to this man. Still living souls were linked to him, being shield and protected but not fed on or anything like that.

…was this rider, Lily’s father, like himself? Gecko could not help but reach out unseen, a bit hesitant, and then was caught. Like a reflex to snap and bite, only the well of power grabbed him. Pulling Gecko’s broken, barely held together mind and soul into a wildfire of an inferno. Heat bearing down on Gecko’s own soul, he was dragged into the power not unlike how he had been caught by the… Wraiths.

Something massive, so much bigger than Gecko, in strength and power in this case was more oppressive in heat instead of the cool grip before. Regardless of how physically large the rider was. This was not… mortal, anything but mortal. Gecko had no idea what or who this was, he was barely aware of the physical world when the cup almost slipped through his grip and Rai grabbed it.

Gecko was being pulled into the other, and inspected. Judged for if he was a threat or not, and despite the near burning feeling of the other’s power… he was not actually trying to hurt gecko. The grip was reflexive, as if the other was used to something hostile trying to press into his mind. Not something inquisitive.

It very much felt like when an interesting, new tool or shiny thing was being tilted back and forth to be inspected. Only Gecko himself was the shiny thing.

All at once, Gecko felt the humm, and the clearer words in the well of power. Taking a moment to process that a god was talking to him in that same primordial way that Gaia and Bastet had. Only not in the physical world as well like they had, but it felt… grounded. A vibration from shifting, tectonic plates that vibrated down into even Gecko’s altered bones.

Who are you?

Gecko hesitated, trying to remember, he was honestly trying to remember who he had been before the void and that different, death like cold. Not like the oddly soothing coolness from the wraiths.

And…

He could not remember, whole parts of Gecko’s self were just, shred away from him. Had been partly dissolved in the void surviving only by chance and dreaming of worlds that might not be real. He did not know who he used to be, but did not mind the name that had been offered to him. Gecko.

The rough edges of the other’s power softened a bit, taking in what was freely shown to him.

Bastet sent you?

Gecko hesitated, it was not exactly being sent. He was dropped, gently at least, not far and told to seek her son?

Amusement flooded out through the well of power.

You found him.

Gecko was being carefully let go, nudged back into himself with an unspoken promise that they would speak again. This other wanted to know more but knew enough that Gecko was not a threat to those little souls and lives this unknown god treasured. Including Lily and the other bonds linking humans to him, the impression of young lives.

Gecko would never intentionally hurt his charges… his… his… was his? He…

The protective instincts that had been resting with safety around were stirred up. A broken memory that confused Gecko, but the other seemed approving of as the grip loosened. Letting Gecko go and return to his body with something pushed with to help.

The young brother was looking at him worried, the still warm mug in his hand, none of that wonderful drink lost. Rai spoke carefully, sounding out the words he was not used to. “Are… you… wake?”

“Yes…” gecko breathed slowly, made himself breath slowly, red eyes staring at the rider who was carefully setting Lily back on her feet.

The young brother smiled following the almost glazed red eyes. Then understanding, as it almost felt like a struggling wraith gift had been pushed out. “Ah.”

He understood somehow. Impossibly, just, knew or suspected what might have happened. Could what have happened to Gecko, have been done before with someone reaching out to that… god? Immortal? …primarch?

Gecko almost belatedly realized he was being helped by Rai to take back the large mug. Being encouraged to take a drink, and the rich taste that his human root instincts loved, it did help slowly root himself back into the present.

“What happened?” Lily asked, realizing something was off, it had only been a few odd seconds in real time. The space of time to get a good long hug and cuddle before seeing the difference in gecko. She looked up as her father started to use his hands to communicate, Lily tracking them. Then demanded, “You scared him?!”

The rider that was a not so hidden god looked a bit sheepish and shrugged.

Gecko looked up intime to see Lily’s little frame by comparison… smack the god. Absolutely with no fear of repercussion, if anything he was able to sense near playful, more exasperated outrage for… him? “What weird ass bull shite are you doing? He’s barely recovering from gods knows what- and you're doing what?”

It took a moment of confusion, watching the little mortal smack and, well, not chase the unknown god. Lily was… she was allowed, and knew she was, to bully her father regardless of what he was. Not that the rider was protesting, but instead looked highly amused as he was smacked on chest and arm.

“Ah,” Gecko started before abruptly realizing that Lily had not been speaking the language he knew. She was speaking their standard, Argenta? Not every word was instant understanding, with a half a second delay. He remembered the heat and power pushing something at him and looking at himself, Gecko found he had been given just enough to grasp basic understanding of the local language.

It was not perfect, but it would help so much to learn the rest. To not be starting at the smallest of basic levels. Not that Gecko minded at all, watching and listening to the lessons of the children over the last few days had been delightful.

The rider (god?) was successfully slapped enough to Lily’s judgement. With a strange confidence for someone mortal she walked over to the dragon, winthern’s head. Using a palm to pat the thick neck almost as big as her. But then being a daughter of… that, she could be confident.

“Hey big boy,” Lily said to the winthern male as he tilted his head to her. Some experience let her know where to rub her knuckles, not as a scratch but gentle pet. “What are you hiding?”

The dragonic creature shyed a bit away, trying to tuck his head, jaws firmly clamped.

Lily looked back at the rider, who lifted his hands and signed. A surface thought that Gecko could hear help translate what it ment. Eggs, wants to show off.

“Ah, can I see them?” Lily tried to coax, still giving the equivalent of light pets. “We can hide the eggs with the blankets, big boy? So you can cuddle your rider? They'll be safe.”

The wintherin gave a low grumble, shifting. After a few more careful pets from Lily, and that ‘rider’ leaning over to give a stronger scratching at a visible leg. Possibly a hind one, it was hard to tell with the wings folding over so much of its own body. The dragonic creature finally groaned a long, low tone before uncurling a bit. Trying to shift to lean into what the rider (...god? Was that a good thing…or no??) was doing with a shoulder, but stubbornly trying to keep his horned head beside the human.

Enjoying both the scratches and the reassuring pets at the same time.

Gecko watched the wintherin heave a sigh after another few moments. He could see the tension easing in the muscles and the big head tilted a little. Nudging into Lily before the jaws opened slowly, and then gaped as if yawning at her. The young woman reached in and scooped up the first one and then a second round object resting in the big maw. Holding them to her chest and sighing. Her heart rate settled with the success of getting the slightly damp, but warm eggs.

Lily walked back to her cart, kneeling down to start pulling blankets out from the lowest section. Behind, the rider that brought the draconic creature up to this area. Reaching over to grab by the horn, and pulled the big head to reach for the blunted muzzle and jaws. The Wintherin had to open his maw and checked inside with more experience.

Only after he was sure the wintherin was not hiding another egg, Lily’s father let the beast go to walk after her to the small group. The dragon grumbled but settled back down to curl around his rider. Gecko could not help but stare, first at this not really man, and then at what Lily was doing. Realizing she was hugging dragon eggs that shimmered from against her and drying them off with a cloth, then wrapping them up.

The eggs looked to almost glow, or were that good at reflecting even dim light. Lily adjusted the level of the lower shelf under the heating element. The eggs were safe to stay warm but not cook on their spot. And had a few blankets set aside now. Looking up to see her giant of a father dishing up a few bowls already. “Good picks?”

The big man chuffed, not unlike how Rai had a bit ago. It was a please sound as he opened the third container, pulling crispier things out to put in the bowls. Three larger ones and another bowl that was a third the size. He walked over, offering one bowl to Rai, and then looked over Gecko. How he was sitting with the wolf, and missing the right arm.

This odd man softened a bit, finding a spot where the bowl could be placed. Balanced with using the passed out wolf, as if knowing that she would not move. Or wake up. Then again, considering the age of the wolf, and a few past naps, she likely was not inclined to move for another hour.

Lily popped up and unfolded a little, honestly cute little table beside Gecko's left forearm. Something that had been used before when he was with the apothecary, only it looked and smelled wooden, not metal this time. The woman squinted at her father and moved the bowl of food on it. “Rula is much sneakier then people give her credit for. You can use this Gecko, like before.”

“Thank you Lady Lily.” Gecko said softly, his eyes kept going back to either the wintherin, or to Lily's father. Still not quite sure how that worked.

“No problem,” Lily smiled, putting one of the spare blankets down beside the left of his chair and then plopping down. Having a nice little nest of padding, and another blanket to bundle in as she stopped moving. Adding as the smallest bowl was given to her, “Thanks John.”

“Mmhmm,” her father rumbled back as he sat with his own large bowel. Peering at it, in a way that was not unlike Gecko had been giving all the real food offered to him. He was not used to real food, but craved and wanted it. Giving a moment to appreciate just having food before taking his first bite.

Gecko could sense the contentment radiating off not just the strange man… John? But the other two. They knew, trusted and felt safe that even Rai’s guard was dropping as the younger brother settled back down to Gecko’s right. He relaxed slowly, Gecko watching the other three and reaching out unseen.

A little more hesitant, but was at least not poking that old god’s mind again. Lily at least was pretty unguarded, she felt safe, and loved in the protection from… John. scooting her now blankets over until she was close. John reached out, pulling his daughter closer against his right side, squishing her carefully, but like trying to show he was physically there to protect her. Whispered thoughts just barely heard, promising to keep her safe.

Gecko turned his red eyes to the bowl of food, carefully setting the mug down. Picking up one of the crispy looking strips, it smelled wonderful. Maybe with how things felt… settled with the other three and the dragon were, eating or humming, he too was calming down after Gecko had accidentally poke that god’s mind. Heavily seasoned, crispy outside, soft flakey inside.

It… was not so bad maybe.

Movement drew Gecko’s attention, John was glancing between him and Lily before setting his half empty bowl down in his lap and started to sign with his hands. Both Rai and Lily tracking it, and surface thoughts translating what they saw… read? Helped the man get a grasp of what was asked.

Where did he come from? Not one of my Sentinels.

“He was found near Bastet’s new nesting area on the far side of eden…” Lily shook her head to start before she paused and pointed in the rough direction. “When Iris’ and Heather’s class were learning about the local herbs. We found him and called for help. Gecko has been recovering for the last week. Asa things Bastet had something to do with him here.”

“...I know that name.” Gecko said softly, pausing in savoring his meal. “I was not sure… if anyone else did… or it was a dream.”

“What happened?” Lily asked, paused and rephrased, not knowing that gecko understood a bit more now as she had slipped into her Standard. The same ‘argenta’ language. “What do you… remember? If you don’t mind. I know grandmother is… intense.”

“I… heard her, and another… Gaia? In the darkness. The cold,” Gecko looked up, not sure if he should describe it all, and was worried that Even Lily seemed to understand. As well as something in the steady, unwavering look from John had Gecko both staying honest and talking for the first time where he was before being found. “I think… I was being devoured by the void, that darkness. They were… soft. Light, cool in a different way. It was that Bastet, told me to find her children, and her… son.”

Lily listened, then nodded as she pointed at first John, “Dad is one of her claimed sons. Rai, and the argenta, are the wraith’s first children. Basic humans like me are Gaia’s children, or ‘grandchildren’ to the other wraiths.”

That was… interesting. Enough so that something in the far back and broken part of Gecko’s mind worried and was revived at the same time.

“Do you know anything where you were before the…void, gecko?” The young woman softened a bit as she asked with honest, gentle concern that almost hurt for some reason for Gecko. Even as her impossible seeming father settled, some tension left in his shoulders and arms. John trusted Bastet it seemed.

“...pain, death… war I think. And a different kind of darkness.” Gecko tried, but only mostly had those as the strongest imprints. “...heat. A place very hot.”

“Hmm,” John hummed at that, shifting to take a few more bites before starting to signing. Again for Gecko mostly the basic translation was coming from unguarded thoughts. Few places with a true void. Can find through hell.

“Could… where Gecko is from, have been consumed by hell as well?” Lily asked, drawing the other three’s attention to her. “You and Valen said each level in hell is from a conquered world. Or a few. With the time warpness from there different in each level…”

“Mother Bastet giving him to us, to you, John.” Rai spoke up, words not fully clear to Gecko but more than they had been from just a little while ago. The young brother seemed to be understanding the situation with that idea better. “She must think he needs help, that you’d like him.”

John was thinking, under his well guarded shields. Almost unreadable in expression, but Lily was relaxed after a look at him. The large, not quiet man turned to his mortal daughter. What dose Flower think?

Lily signed back, not meaning to hide her opinion but responding in that sign language as she was thinking about it, getting back into. He’s been nice. I like Gecko.

The odd glowing green eyes, oddly a bit more blue, looked back over at Gecko. Debating before giving a snort and nod. Mine now.

Gecko blinked, confused even as Rai laughed beside him.

John turned back to Lily to ask. Why no limbs?

“Valen is likely finishing them now.” Lily assured, remembering belatedly to speak aloud as she reflexively started to sign again. There was a moment of her wavering and trying to sort out what to do with her hands that Gecko thought was cute. “Grandpa got mad at the other smith and took over. I was told by Asa not to repeat what I heard or I would be dunked in The Healthy again.”

John snorted, and smiled as he relaxed fully for the first time. Not at all minding being a heater for Lily, but also liked the way that Rula the wolf was perfectly fine with this new person. Though in his own guarded thoughts was trying to place why Gecko’s build seemed a bit familiar to him. A tiny thought piping up, that one place could have been devoured by hell. Turned into another void. The name of that place just a little out of reach in his own fog of memory, but from age and a few stints of bloody raging madness in hell.

Oh.

Wait.

John remembered.

He finished off his bowl, letting Lily steal that last best bite of a fried fish piece. The Slayer glancing over this broken Space Marine from a different world. Different kind from what he had been when mortal, even those of this world. This one was notably lost, very lost and broken in more than a few ways.

Well… looks like he had a new son.

John wondered if Gecko could find a spot to be happy, or just alive again.

That was when Rula woke up, rolled a bit and leaned over to shamelessly steal a fish piece out of Gecko’s hand.

#omie's writing #doom fanfiction #warhammer fanficion #doom slayer #garnets au #40k salamander #doomdad stealing himself a giant salamander son #GECKO HAS BEEN ADOPTED #no returns

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omies-odd-writing-spot · 7 days ago

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gift story: So sneaky...

<.< I had the need to do a cute with doom slayer, so I'm starting with a friend's version first. I'm attacking them again with little Iris. =D

Based on @smolbugarts story "A Monster of Divinity"

GO READ IT! now have a silly cute of a giant Slayer. follows after the other gift story I did.

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It was oddly still when Iris woke up and looked around. Not in a bad way but even the girl could sense the sleepiness. An odd but nice feeling of protection that let her grandparents and the other survivors all sleep soundly still. Only stirring to get some more water, or to shuffle to the bathroom and back to bed. Trusting their savior and current protector outside, to sleep with no sentories.

It was… nice.

It was also a little boring now for one wide awake Iris as she sat up in her bed spot. She looked at the soft light outside, the grey of morning finally fading into sunrise.

The girl checked that her grandparents were still safely sleeping. Then started to extract herself away from them. With an extra day and night of rest compared to everyone else, Iris was wide awake now. She had seen the shadow of the giant man coming back, but no new person came inside.

He was… guarding them?

Iris made extra sure to not step on anyone as she picked her way to the door to the rest of the building. Then from there to the only unlocked door she knew of, to the big grassy ‘inside’ back yard. She peered outside, and saw… a boot!

Or did Flynn have robot feet?

The girl had not been brave enough to ask if he had robot feet, but she recognized the foot now. Iris made sure the door was closed and started walking over to the massive form stretched out on the ground. Most of him was laying down under the roof of a wide section of this place. Like an open garage, or just wide roof space between two buildings.

Flynn was laying down, partly on his front, half on his side. Arms crossed and head resting on them, using a big bundle of… something as a pillow. Holding it between his arms.

But…

But he was laying down.

Resting for the first time Iris had seen in the last few days. She dared to pad through the grass until her little hands braced on his knee. Catching her breath, then looking up and around, realizing heat was coming off the giant’s body, even by his knees. It helped get rid of the chill of the morning.

Unaware her tromp from the grass had made just enough noise to alert the dosing giant he had company. It was not until just tiny hands were gripping his pants leg that eerier blue eyes opened. Wide not from aggression but sudden worry, and the giant held very, very still.

Iris thankfully did not try to climb, but stayed beside his knee for a minute. Looking around before starting to follow the leg up, the girl sighing in relief at getting under the roof. She let go of the fabric and padded around on the old cement. Then came back to massive form taking up a good chunk of the space.

Unaware that she was being, if not watched but still most of the focus from Flynn on the little human walking around his bulk. More so as she was grasping the fabric of his shirt. Holding still, he did not want to-

Flynn wheezed a sound, startled, his whole body almost jerking away from the tiny body. Just barely holding still, as tiny, really just minuscule hands, but still very cold hands were suddenly pressed against the skin he had not known was exposed.

Iris had been grabbing the hem of the giant's shirt for a few long moments. Just needing to hold onto the only sense of safety and protection she had had for a long time. She had been enjoying the that feeling of being safe, and heat, when noticing the scar not far from her.

A ragged and wide set, like claws, and one line almost as big as Iris!

It seemed old, a different texture from the rest of the thick hide like skin. Without so much thought, she had reached out to touch, feeling the difference of scar and skin- and then had realized how warm the giant really was. Again. Iris pressed against this spot exposed from the shirt riding up. Not until a kitten with a cold nose and paws pressing into someone’s side to warm up-

The size comparison was not that different really.

Iris felt the near metal solid muscles twitching under the giant’s skin. Felt when he took a deeper breath and it escaped like a sigh. Watching his middle moving in a rippling motion with each breath, not just his chest moving. The girl looked down, trying to watch her own breathing trying to link what was small movement to her was so much bigger in the giant man.

But alike.

Looking around, Iris pressed her hands into Flynn’s side a bit more. Cuddling up, again like a cold kitten as she rested her head against his side. He smelled like salt, earth and something metallic, strong but not bad. Iris had smelled much worse, as it was a good way to tell if a building was infested with possessed things when one could not hear.

The girl looked to her right, that little opening between the shirt, and the giant’s abdomen. It was… really tempting to sit there in the dimly lit spot. To be warm and safely under cover. Iris grabbed at the shirt hem again, thinking better of it, she did not want to be rolled on. Using the wide fabric plane to walk beside, aware of the vibration as Flynn sighed again as the girl walked up to his arm.

Iris knew she fit in his hand, so the bicep was a practical mountain of muscle on its own. She could not even come close to looking over it, even with bracing her hands on it and hopping. Cheeks puffed, Iris was forced to follow the line of Flynn’s arm to the elbow. Then little hands patted a path from there down his forearm. It took a little bit longer to do so, as Iris kept pausing to pat or pet over whatever she could reach in the network of scarring from what seemed like to the girl as car sized biceps to the forearms.

Little hands were careful, not wanting to hurt despite the size difference. Fascinated as much as confused as what could possibly hurt her new guardian. He was so big and strong! How could anything hurt him?

Iris paused at what she recognized as a burn mark. Feeling over it, not aware of the now lidded blue eyes watching her through. Watching Iris at the middle of Flynn’s forearm, as if stuck on the old burn scar. He almost sat up as the girl lifted part of her shirt to look at a not so old but still healed burn mark on her side, linking and remembering her own pain. Then made a small sound of remembered hurt as she looked at the mark on Flynn’s arm that was almost bigger than her.

A growl slipped out of the giant Slayer, the vibration almost gave him away as Iris looked up. Then put both hands flat on the old burn.

The child leaned forward and gave the mark a kiss with a, ‘Mwah!’, as if trying to make the old mark feel better. Unaware that there was a whine from the giant as he almost clutched his chest.

How absolutely dare this tiny, helpless thing try to make him feel better!

The giant Slayer, predator of hell itself, could not help feel his heart starting to melt as Iris finally made it to his left hand. The thick, calloused fingers resting over his right wrist, and as he watched, Iris grasped his middle and forefinger. In that purely shameless way of the young, even with everything that happened, Iris flopped over the back of Flynn’s hand. Holding onto the curve of his digit and resting her little chin on his knuckle.

Iris seemed to almost doze there, just resting and catching her breath from the adventure so far. Unfortunately, like with any child, the rest was not nearly as long as the nearby adult hoped it would be. The giant grunted in mild surprise as Flynn watched the girl climbing over his forearm, using the spread out fingers to help her. Up and over, tumbling into the foam stuffed canvas cover that was his temporary pillow.

Unbothered by the roll, Iris looked up, and squeaked at seeing an almost glowing blue eye watching her. She hesitated, wondering if she woke Flynn up with falling onto his pillow. He did not seem upset to her, just blinking at her as if still sleepy. The spot she was in now, between his head and the bicep she had to walk around, it was much warmer here, from Flynn just breathing. His supporting arm also blocked the breeze of the morning.

All around in the air and ‘ground’ was that vibration rumble of sound that only seemed to come from the giant. Iris remembered the first time feeling it, while being held and moved after being given water. She had felt safe.

Iris crawled over the giant’s pillow and right up to his face with an odd sense of fearlessness. The child still felt safe with Flynn, and he brought back her grandparents!

The giant man twitched faintly as once again cold hands pressed on his right cheek. How were her hands so cold again, so soon? Once more for him eas that feeling like a kitten pressing against him, only not meaning to warm up this time. Seeking comfort? Before Flynn could worry or think too hard about that, the girl moved to reach over.

Her tiny hand patting over his cheekbone. Iris pressed her head to Flynn’s cheek, shifting to press against another spot. The pats seemed random, but the soft, inquisitive pats were odd, yet welcomed. Iris was trying to find a good spot to give the giant man a pet back, remembering the feeling of his fingers giving her back pets.

Iris patted the side of Flynn’s nose, leaning over to press her head to the spot over the scar on the bridge of it. Then another little, ‘mwah!’ was given after her successful boop.

This time, the giant did whine a sound, not used to attention. Not used to affection so openly for… him. Flynn could barely see the child now as he half closed his eyes as she was moving to pat his right cheek again. Thankfully not getting too close to his eye.

Having someone so small, mortal, human… just trusting him to be so close. To be… not scared of, but seeked out?

Iris squeaked as the loose ring of the giant’s arms shifted. Closing in before a massive hand cupped around her. Holding the girl pressed against the broad cheek as he rumbled a low, deep vibration while shifting into a better position. Nudging Iris into a bit better of a spot beside his jaw.

Not daring to move too much once releasing Iris, Flynn did not doze but rested as his new human settled with him for hopefully a nap too. Her tiny hands grasping one of his fingertips as Iris settled.

Cold little feet braced on his neck and Flynn grunted in surprise as the child somehow managed to rest those cold feet on his pulse point. He winced and did not dare move away from the cuddling tiny human as she was back to patting his jaw and chin.

How dare someone be this cute.

Fynn rumbled and grumbled as he slowly shifted to pull his shirt up a little more to cover the bare feet with the collar.

#omie's writing #doomguy #doom slayer #flynn taggart #DOOM gt #giant slayer #gift story #a monster of divinity #cold little baby hands and feet XD

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