#Aelia Guilliman El'Jonson

[candyswirls]

Hi! Could I request Aelia getting Lion trying to bond with baby Alessia

Alessia laid in her crib, cooing and testing out her voice and mouth. Occasionally, she'd blow raspberries.

"See?" Lion whispered. "She is perfectly fine with entertaining herself."

"That is not the point," Aelia said.

"But -"

"I will ensure you change every single diaper while you are here if you don't," his wife threatened.

He frowned at her, "That is not a punishment. That is a necessary task and expected one when having a child at this age. If you consider it a challenge, then I gladly accept."

Aelia smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Right answer. It's also the answer to this. Go in. She loves you! If you don't, she'll end up hating you when she's older."

Lion sighed and seceded to his wife.

"Very well."

"You have to do the voice."

Lion side eyed Aelia.

He stepped in and then said in a deep voice, "What are you doing??"

Alessia squealed and began kicking her legs with excitement.

"You dare treat me with such disrespect?" He boomed again.

Alessia giggled and squirmed more.

"That's it! You're getting court martialed!"

His baby squealed as he tickled her tummy. Aelia snorted.

"Stop resisting! This is the mark of a traitor!"

He scooped her up, legs kicking. As soon as she was close to his face, little hands gripped and pulled at his beard, and she mouthed at his cheek.

"Heresy of the highest degree! You dare attack me??"

Aelia laughed as Lion flipped their daughter and blew a raspberry upon her foot.

Alessia just giggled uncontrollably.

Lion flipped her back up, holding her level with his head, "Shall I granted you the emperor's mercy?!"

He pressed fat kisses upon plump cheeks. Little Alessia squealed and babbled.

"That will teach you to mess with me!"

The baby giggled at his tone.

Aelia came forward and took Lion's arm, "She's never going to take you seriously," She teased her husband.

Lion just sighed.

I thought of those dads who will use a deep and "scary" tone of voice, and their baby will erupt into uncontrollable laughter.

[stargazing-sapphire2]

What Hurts The Most

A/N: A small rewrite of a small one shot I wrote some time back, but did a wee bit of editing and gave it a title, so do enjoy some good ol Lion El'Jonson angst

*Title taken from What Hurts The Most from Rascal Flatts*

TAGGING: @beckyninja @candyswirls @staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty @nereidof40k @meervalv0 @jaghatai-khock

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"Lion..."

He could not move, nor open his eyes. The inky blackness had been his constant companion for as long he was able to remember.

"Lion..."

A woman's voice called out to him, faint as he strained his ears to listen. He knew that voice, of which he had not heard for over millennia, but within the fog of his mind, he could not reach out to her.

Hands were on him. Stroking his hair, his face, and his chest. Even as he lay dormant, imprisoned within his own body, he felt himself relax under her touch.

"Oh, Lion..." He heard her sigh, her delicate fingers gently combing through his disheveled hair, as if it would bring a little semblance of neatness back into it.

He fought as hard as he could, to speak. He wanted to speak, to scream, to shout. But his very body seemed to work against him, and he continued to lay prone.

"What happened to you, my Lion?" Aelia's voice was soft. Her fingers continued to stroke his face and hair, much like the many times she did whenever he was injured, despite his reluctance to seek treatment. Her voice and touch had always been a balm to his weary soul, and his first instinct was to seek her out in those times.

He could not react, much less twitch, as he felt her gentle hands touch him. She cooed softly at him, and how he wished to open his eyes, to look upon her face one last time.

To hold her in his arms, if only to hold her close to him one final time.

He wanted to scream, to call out to his wife.

Forgive me, he wanted to say.

He had not been there when she died.

She had died alone. A bed of blood, a walk of death, and a fall onto those cold stones, never to open her eyes again or to draw breath.

And he was not there.

Not there when it had mattered most.

"I'm sorry, Lion..." Her touch has begun to fade away, as did her presence. Lion wanted to beg for her to stay, to not leave him alone again, but she was gone.

He could not move, no matter how he wished to, but a single tear slid down his cheek.

And he was alone. This was not the Crusade, and he was not on Macragge, holding her in his arms.

She was not there.

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Copypasting this from a previous reblog lmao

Aelia Guilliman, the biological daughter of Konor Guilliman and Tarasha Euten, making her the adopted sister of Roboute. While she was no warrior and lacked diplomatic skills, Aelia was no kitten and was fierce to defend those she held dear. Her relationship with Lion was unexpected, as their personalities were different and Aelia held no fondness for him upon their first meeting, but there was no doubt they loved one another, and one would dare imply she softened up Lion a bit. Aelia would die of complications after the birth of their second child, and succumb to childbed fever three days after Lion's arrival on Macragge.

They had two children, Alessia and Konor El'Jonson. Konor would not draw breath soon after his birth, and Alessia lived years after the Heresy, becoming the Naval Commander of the 2,003rd Fleet and living into the 41st Millennium, becoming a strong supporter of her uncle Roboute.

Nadezhda Gavrilova, High Admiral of one of the Imperial battle fleets in the 30th millennium. While the relationship was an unexpected surprise, there was no doubt that Nadezhda was a needed balm to Dorn's icy and stoic demeanor, and any softness and tenderness he held was for her and their son only, behind closed doors. Nadezhda would be killed at the hands of the Iron Warriors during the Siege of Terra.

They have one son, Canaan, who would eventually form his own successor chapter, the Reclaimers of Dorn

Rhaena Drakos, Terran ambassador and the last wife of Fulgrim. Their marriage was an odd arrangement, but they remained cordial and civil up until the outbreak of the Heresy, and Rhaena would soon fall to the corruption of the Laer Blade as did the Emperor's Children, and ascend as a Daemon Princess of Slaanesh.

They had one daughter, Seraphina, who would later become a saint in the Imperial cult following the end of the Horus Heresy.

Aeris Galanis, High Lord Admiral of the Imperial Navy and current Lady of Ultramar in the 41st Millennium. I'm of the opinion that Guilliman would need a partner on an equal level to him, and so he doesn't need to constantly worry for her because she's a powerful and authoritative figure in her own right.

They have one daughter, Rhea; who is still a toddler, so her future and character is still undetermined

Aeris may or...may not be a bastard of Eisenhorn, although I'm still playing around with the idea.

And last but not least, my Ultramarine OC Roric Baltimos, Sergeant in the 2nd Company. He's still fairly underdeveloped compared to everyone else, but I have an origin one shot in the works for him, lol

Reblog and tell me about your Warhammer OCs!!!

(seriously, I see so many cool fanart and fanfiction, I want to learn about everyone!!)

[stargazing-sapphire2]

All Shall Fade

Summary: Nothing truly lasts forever, even as some things must meet a premature end

TRIGGER WARNING(s): Stillbirth/child death and death in childbirth, angst with no happy ending nor comfort, general grimdarkness that comes with the 40k universe

Taglist: @candyswirls @nereidof40k @meervalv0 @staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty @jaghatai-khock @meangreennunseen @gregariousbonesinger @beckyninja @nightghoulz

“It will be alright. Alessia was trouble, but this is our second child. I am sure things will be easier…”

“Why must you leave? You weren’t there when Alessia was born; surely you can spare the time to stay until then…”

“I-I cannot! Something’s wrong! I don’t know…!”

“Where is Lion? Where is he? He has to be here! I-I..I cannot…”

~*~

It had been two days.

And there had been no improvement on her end.

Two days of blood, sweat, and tears, and yet it had produced her nothing.

She could recall the sorrowful look on the midwives’ faces, and all Aelia could do was scream and beg when her son did not draw breath.

He was dead, gone before he could truly live.

Konor, she had named him, after her father. Konor El’Jonson.

Konor, the true son of the Lion.

He was handsome and so beautiful, much like Alessia had been when she was born. His hair was not pale like that of his big sister’s, but a thick mop of brown hair dusted his scalp, similar to that of his mother’s.

His eyes would never open, but Aelia liked to imagine they were as green as his father’s.

Hours later, and she would soon fall ill.

Everything was nothing more than a blur. Faces came and went, tending to her, praying over her, or perhaps both, all of which did nothing for her condition.

Even as her skin burned like fire and she slowly grew delirious, Aelia stubbornly clung to the last bits of her life, even as it slowly seeped away.

On the second night, her mother had come to her.

“Aelia…” Tarasha Euten took her hand in her own, wrinkled and weathered with age.

Aelia blearily stared up at her, her vision bobbing as she fought to stay conscious. Euten squeezed her hand, her heart clenching as she took in her daughter’s condition. Sickly, pallid skin that was feverish with sweat, strands of hair sticking to her forehead. Her eyes were half opened, weakly staring up at her in a mixture of pain and confusion.

”You’re going to be alright, sweetling,” Euten continued, as to distract herself or Aelia; perhaps both if she were being honest. “Just…try to relax and rest it off, yes? Much like you were a little girl, and had gotten sick or banged up…” She attempted a smile, despite the pain constricting her chest.

You will live. You must.

But now, looking at her child now, Euten felt a stinge of doubt in the back of her mind.

Nonetheless, Euten squeezed her hand.

“Just get better,” The Seneschal murmured, leaning down and gently kissing her daughter’s sweaty forehead.

The silence hung over them like a pendulum, and Euten watched as Aelia shifted, her head weakly lolling to the side as she squeezed her eyes shut, face a mask of agony and distress.

“Mummy…” Her voice was weak, rough from a lack of use; but it was audible enough to hear clearly.

Euten froze, her hand clutching Aelia’s tighter.

A whimper escaped Aelia.

“Mummy…” She said, voice shaking as she tried to force the words out. “I don’t…” She gasped in pain, “I don’t want to die…”

Euten’s heart sank, and tears welled in her eyes.

“I know, sweetling,” she replied, her voice straining to contain the sob that was choked in her throat. “I know.”

~*~

They had allowed Roboute (funny, “allowed”) in not long after.

Aelia weakly stared up at him as he approached her bedside. Even with the lack of biological relation, they were as close as any brother and sister would be, petty squabbles and all.

“Aelia…” He took her hand as gently as he could, his own dwarfing her much smaller one.

Silence hung between them. Roboute struggled to bring the words he wanted to vocalize, whereas Aelia struggled to stay conscious, even as her body slowly weakened.

Finally, he took a deep breath, and attempted a smile down at her, despite the fact that the act itself pained him to do so.

“Alessia is doing alright,” he told her. “She has been throwing tantrums, however. I would hate to keep her away from you, but…”

He trailed off, and a lump formed in his throat. He let out a shaky breath, forcefully containing the emotions that threatened to burst within him.

He had not wept in years; the only time he could recall when he had shed tears was after the death of Konor. He had brought punishment to those responsible for his murder, perhaps, but it did not ease the pain he had felt at the time of his passing. It had gotten easier with time, but the agony never truly went away.

And now, looking down at the woman that was his sister, he felt useless.

There was no justice to be wrought, no murderers to be brought to heel and answer for their crimes. This was an act of something that could not be fully prevented, nor was is something he could fight and stop.

For now, all he could do was squeeze her hand, his finger gently wiping the tears that were spilling down her face. The gesture nearly had Aelia sobbing in earnest.

“Robby…” She whimpered out, a shuddering breath wracking her body as if saying the one word took all of her energy.

Roboute’s eyes stung, and his vision blurred with the threat of tears.

“Forgive me…” He whispered, voice hoarse. “Forgive me…

~*~

On the final night, she had heard whispers of Lion’s arrival.

As if her body had a will of its own, she was standing, pushing away the serfs tending to her, and with sluggish movements, she shoved the doors of her chambers open, entering the dimly lit corridors.

Every step she took was agonizing. Blood dripped onto the stone floors, leaving a trail of gore behind her. Her mind was foggy, but all she could focus on was reaching her husband.

A blast of cold air struck her as she found herself in the courtyard. The sky was a deep navy blue, and stars glittered about. Aelia tilted her head up, gazing with half-lidded eyes as she took one, final look.

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed, the last of her strength having been sapped away.

As she laid upon the stones, all she saw were the stars.

They were beautiful.

Forgive me, she thought.

She thought of her mother, of the pain she would experience of outliving one of her children. Parents were not supposed to bury their children, nor outlive them.

She thought of Roboute. They both accepted that he would outlive her, but under the assumption Aelia would grow old, as it was meant to be, and not bleeding to death on the stones of the Fortress of Hera.

She thought of Lion, and of Alessia. Her husband, her sweet daughter. Alessia would barely remember her, her only memories fading away with time and only kept alive by secondhand accounts told to her by others.

A single tear slid down her cheek.

I am sorry, Lion...

With a shuddering breath, Aelia Guilliman closed her eyes, and did not draw breath again.

~*~

The Lion had arrived moments after Aelia took her final breath.

He had reached her before anyone else had the chance to, and the smell of blood assaulted his senses as he beheld her body, lying still upon the ground of the courtyard.

A storm of emotions boiled within him. Rage, sadness, confusion, but of all...

Grief. Guilt.

With every step he took, the pain in his chest increased tenfold, his throat closing up as he fought to contain his emotions.

He scooped her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest. She was so small, so fragile, almost as if she were a child.

He carried her back inside, ignoring the baffled stares and whispers of baseline servants that saw him. He ignored them, focusing on his wife in his arms.

The color from her face had drained, and the skirt of her nightdress was soaked red with her blood, but her face appeared peaceful, as if she were sleeping.

Perhaps if he were delusional enough, she would be resting, exhausted from the exertion of childbearing.

But she was gone.

She would never open her eyes again to gaze upon him. He would never hear her laugh nor cry, or even scream and curse his name in a fit of petulant rage.

He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers. A shaky gasp tore itself from his chest, as he did everything within his willpower to not weep.

He was not there when she had died.

Not when it had mattered most.

He reached her chambers, the room having been empty as the serfs had fled upon his arrival, fearful of the Lion's wrath if they had lingered.

With a gentleness that belied a man of his stature and strength, he set her down upon the bed.

He gazed upon her, drinking in every last one of her features for what seemed to be the final time. He gently brushed her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Running his thumb down her cheek - her skin having gone cold -, the Lion leaned down, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Aelia..." He rumbled, his voice rough.

A tear fell down his cheek, slipping into the gorget of his armor.

And he stayed there, standing vigilant over her body, until the time came for them to lay her to rest.

As the sun rose, Lion El'Jonson was consumed with grief.

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You Were But A Ghost In My Arms

Summary: After the passing of a long millennia, Alessia comes face to face with a ghost of the past.

*Trigger warnings for references to death in childbirth, angst in general, and general grimdarkness that belongs to the 40k universe*

TAGGING: @nereidof40k @candyswirls @jaghatai-khock @meervalv0 @staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty @gregariousbonesinger

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Alessia opened her eyes.

The moment she took in her surroundings, however, her heart lurched in her throat.

She was not in her quarters on the Valorous Hand, nor was she within the security of the fleet.

Throwing the sheets off, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, setting her feet down onto the cold stone floor.

She needed to get out of here, find whoever was responsible for bringing her here and-

A soft squeak made her pause, and she glanced down.

...What in the name of the Emperor?

There was a toy underneath her foot. Bending down, she picked it up in one hand, holding it up as she inspected it with a critical eye, as if she were looking at a weapon and not a children's toy.

The item was a stuffed animal in question, appearing as a feline and bearing a striking similarity to the beasts that had stalked Caliban before-

Her mouth went dry.

This was mine

A memory, long buried and forgotten, was dredged up. Of solemn faces, and of a child placing a toy upon flames, watching as it burned away to ash and dust with the deceased.

She could vaguely recall it; being held by her grandmother as they put her mother and baby brother to rest. Her young and still developing mind, not fully comprehending the concept of death and of how permanent it was, had placed her most precious toy on the pyre of her mother and baby brother, gone as Fate had cruelly tore both of them away.

"So tense, even when you are not in the face of danger."

Alessia whirled around, and her heart lurched into her throat.

Sitting on the plush chair across the room was a woman. Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her back and nearly reached her waist, and her brown eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement. Her attire was similar to that of Macraggian fashion; a white toga that hugged her body like a glove.

But those eyes...they looked at her with a mix of love and tenderness, as if she were looking upon a child.

Her heart skipped a beat, and one word came to mind.

Mother.

Aelia Guilliman, gone long before it was her time. Alessia had not known the details of her mother's death until she was much older; having birthed a stillborn son who would not experience life before he could draw breath, and wrought with the aftermath of childbed fever, dying only three days after her long and arduous labor which would take her life.

Her own memories of her mother were scattered and faded, but Alessia would never truly forget the grief and sorrow that would take over Tarasha's face whenever she spoke of her deceased daughter, and those conversations had been rare.

And now, standing before her mother, dead for a millennia, Alessia was unsure of what to do.

Perhaps, any other person would have burst into tears, either rushing to her arms and weeping like a lost, frightened child, or collapsing to their knees as they grappled with the situation.

But Alessia only stood there, staring wide eyed at her mother.

"Am I dead?" Was all she could ask.

Aelia smiled, slowly rising to her feet. She made her way closer to her daughter, shaking her head.

"Such a silly notion, my sweet," she chuckled playfully, tilting her head as she met her daughter's eyes. "Not yet, but I would caution to think yourself unkillable. Your father and uncles all shared such a mentality, and look where it got them."

Alessia's nostrils flared.

Father.

"Do not compare me to that son of a bi-" She snarled out.

"I made no such thing," Aelia responded bluntly, her voice stern. "Merely an advisory statement."

The situation was so absurd that Alessia wanted to laugh, and perhaps she would have.

But she only huffed, averting her eyes to the floor as a blush crept up to her cheeks.

"I am not a child to be scolded," she grunted. "I am a Naval Commander of the most powerful fleet in the galaxy, and I won't-"

"Your childish reaction suggests the opposite," Aelia interrupted, and Alessia looked up, startled. "Such an attitude is not one for your position, my dear."

Silence fell over them. Alessia clenched and unclenched her fists, and Aelia watched her carefully, as if assessing her daughter's next reaction, as if she were preparing to calm a wild animal.

The thought felt insulting.

"Why are you here?" Alessia found herself asking.

Aelia looked almost sad at the question.

"You're in pain, my little lioness," she replied. "I know that the years have been difficult for you, but-"

Alessia felt a flare of anger rise up in her.

"I have no desired to be coddled, especially not by you!" She hissed, taking a step towards her mother. "Nor do you have any right to lecture me, especially when you have little understanding of what I've been through to get here!"

Her mother fell silent, watching her breathe heavily as Alessia forced herself to calm down, her fists balled at her sides.

"I have been watching you for some time, Alessia," Aelia spoke, her voice quiet. "I have seen all that you have accomplished, and what you have done, both good and bad."

She paused, breathing through her nostrils as she contemplated her next words carefully.

"...I do not condone the things you have done, especially the more...catastrophic methods," she continued. "I witnessed it firsthand with your father, and his own justification for it was deeming it of the Emperor's will."

Alessia scowled at her.

"Father is dead," she hissed. "His own arrogance and ignorance was his undoing."

"Maybe," Aelia agreed. "But that will also be your fate, child, should you continue down your current path."

Alessia laughed, the sound sharp and bitter as she shook her head.

"Perhaps," she said with a scoff.

She took a step back, meeting her mother's dark gaze.

"But you are long dead," she murmured. "And I have no further desire to blunder about nor gossip with ghosts."

Now her mother truly looked sad, but Alessia could not find it in her to care.

"Alessia-"

But Alessia turned away, her hands still tightened into fists.

"Leave me," she murmured, her voice harsh.

She did not see the glimmer of tears in Aelia's eyes, but the ghost merely nodded.

And as the world faded around her, Alessia felt a single slide down her cheek.

[stargazing-sapphire2]

I describe how brutal and bloody Alessia's birth was and then there's Canaan's, where Nadezhda just went in for a checkup, she feels a cramp and then he just falls out of her-

And the apothecary and Sister Hospitaller present are just *surprised Pikachu face* and Nadezhda is just "👀"

[stargazing-sapphire2]

May as well list mine while at it lmao-

Roboute Guilliman: Aeris Galanis, High Lord Admiral of the Imperial Navy and current Lady of Ultramar in the 41st Millennium. I'm of the opinion that he would need a partner on an equal level to him, and so he doesn't need to constantly worry for her because she's a powerful and authoritative figure in her own right.

They have one daughter, Rhea; who is still a toddler, so her future and character is still undetermined

Fulgrim: Rhaena Drakos, Terran ambassador and the last wife of Fulgrim. Their marriage was an odd arrangement, but they remained cordial and civil up until the outbreak of the Heresy, and Rhaena would soon fall to the corruption of the Laer Blade as did the Emperor's Children, and ascend as a Daemon Princess of Slaanesh.

Their only daughter, Seraphina remained loyal to the Imperium in her adult years, and would eventually become a saint in the newly formed Imperial cult.

Rogal Dorn: Nadezhda Gavrilova, High Admiral of one of the Imperial battle fleets in the 30th millennium. While the relationship was an unexpected surprise, there was no doubt that Nadezhda was a needed balm to Dorn's icy and stoic demeanor, and any softness and tenderness he held was for her and their son only, behind closed doors. Nadezhda would be killed at the hands of the Iron Warriors during the Siege of Terra.

They have one son, Canaan, who would eventually form his own successor chapter: The Reclaimers of Dorn.

Lion El'Jonson: Aelia Guilliman, the biological daughter of Konor Guilliman and Tarasha Euten, making her the adopted sister of Roboute. While she was no warrior and lacked diplomatic skills, Aelia was no kitten and was fierce to defend those she held dear. Her relationship with Lion was unexpected, as their personalities were different and Aelia held no fondness for him upon their first meeting, but there was no doubt they loved one another, and one would dare imply she softened up Lion a bit. Aelia would die of complications after the birth of their second child, and succumb to childbed fever three days after Lion's arrival on Macragge.

They had two children, Alessia and Konor El'Jonson. Konor would not draw breath soon after his birth, and Alessia lived years after the Heresy, becoming the Naval Commander of the 2,003rd Fleet and living into the 41st Millennium, becoming a strong supporter of her uncle Roboute.

I know we love to talk about our OC kids of Primarchs, but I think we all need to talk about Primarch partners more too.

Yeah that kid you have made? Amazing, now tell me about the other half who made them or raised them if it exists.

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Alessia: I never want to have children because they're messy and require way too much attention and care!

Rhea: *Exists*

Alessia: Except you. You can stay

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Lion's Grade A + ParentingTM

(featuring my OCs Aelia and Alessia, as well as Uncle Guilliman)

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Recently re-read Son of the Forest and now I have the urge to write a similar scene with Alessia only she's hallucinating Aelia instead

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Aelia and Lion both wear this

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Wrote this based off this ask I sent to the lovely @meangreennunseen ! Medea and Nefrit belong to her, whereas I own Aelia and Alessia. Hope you enjoy this adorable little one shot I wrote!

Medea had always loved exploring.

It was rare of Father to bring her and Mother to Terra often when all the Legions were summoned to the Imperial Palace on Holy Terra, and being the curious child she was, she had wanted nothing more than to explore the vast area about her.

It was difficult to escape from one of her father’s astartes that had been assigned to watch her, but cleverly, she slipped away undetected.

Which brought her to the palace gardens.

With a giggle, she ran about, plucking about every single brightly colored flower that caught her eye, until she had a handful of them. Plopping down in the grass, she set the bouquet down, admiring her handiwork.

A rustle and small steps in the nearby bushes made her freeze. Medea turned her body, eyes scanning the surrounding layout around her.

“Uhm, whose there?” She called out.

The bushes rustled again, and a small form slowly crept out. It was a little girl, no older than two; her hair, pale as a bone, had been braided originally, but was falling out around her face, a bronze circlet on top of her head, and the little green toga she wore was rumbled and covered in dirt and leaves, as if she had been digging around in the bushes, and she only wore one sandal.

Medea’s eyes widened as she stood up, taking a closer look at the seemingly feral child.

She looks like Uncle Lion… She thought. Was this another cousin?

Oddly enough, the girl appeared to be a smaller, much more innocent looking version of the Lion, but her eyes were brown instead of green.

The pair stood there awkwardly, staring one another down as if waiting for the other to make a move. Feeling the tension in the air, Medea decided to break the ice and speak first.

“Uhm, hi,” she said, attempting a smile despite the awkwardness of the situation. “What’s your name?”

The girl looked at Medea blankly, before she kicked her tiny feet against the grass.

“Alessia…” She said quietly, her speech pronouncing the ‘L’ as a ‘W’ due to her young age.

“I’m Medea!” Medea answered brightly, before she frowned when Alessia flinched and stepped backwards. “Oh, uh, sorry. Are you lost?”

Alessia froze, shuffling her feet before she nodded.

“Uh-huh…” she answered meekly. “Where Daddy and Mummy?”

“Well, you shouldn’t be alone,” Medea answered boldly, stepping towards the younger girl. “Which is why I’m here! Let’s go find Father, or Mother. Maybe they’ll know where uncle Lion is…”

She trailed off when Alessia suddenly scowled at her.

“No,” the toddler said stubbornly with a petulant huff.

A stab of offense shot through Medea, and she scowled back, folding her arms.

“You can’t tell me no; I’m older so you should listen to me,” she answered. “Besides, you can get into trouble for being alone out here, since you’re so little.”

Tears filled Alessia’s eyes, and her face turned red.

“No!” She shrieked, and Medea stumbled back in shock as the toddler began stamping her feet with the onset of a tantrum. “No, no, no, no, no, NO!”

Medea huffed, although she felt guilty as she saw Alessia was clearly sobbing and upset.

“That’s okay, let’s go together,” she said, reaching to take the crying toddler’s hand and started to gently tug her along.

The feeling of teeth clamping on her wrist made her immediately stop and she cried out in pain. Glancing down, Medea was baffled to see Alessia had latched onto her arm and gnawing away like she was a toy.

Why is she biting me? Maybe she’s hungry…

“That isn’t nice; it really hurts,” Medea whined, eyes welling up as she tried to tug her arm away from the trap it was in, but Alessia held on with a surprisingly strong grip, saliva starting to coat her mouth and Medea’s skin.

“Uhh, okay,” Medea said, reluctantly letting her do that. “Maybe we can find Uncle Lion and he can feed you…”

Medea began to trudge along, Alessia still latched onto her and chewing away.

~*~

Magnus grumbled as he exited the chambers, letting out a low hiss of air as he stopped in the hallway.

Terra had been the last place he wanted to be in this moment, but of course, he was compelled to follow his Father and His instructions. He looked forward to when he could return to Prospero and to his work in peace and quiet.

“Magnus!”

Magnus was snapped from his stupor as he looked up, noticing Lion storming in his direction. The Lord of the First’s nostrils were flaring, his green eyes burning as he stopped in front of him.

Magnus rolled his eyes.

“And what do I owe you the pleasure, brother?” He questioned, tone dripping with sarcasm.

The Lion’s eyes sharpened, and he grinded his teeth as he glared at Magnus.

“Care to explain why Alessia is missing and your spawn was wandering about?” He snarled out, his tone accusatory as he demanded an answer.

Magnus felt a stab of anger, and he glared back at his brother.

“Perhaps you should keep a leash on that mongrel rat of yours before you get in on my daughter,” he snarled back. “It is not my fault that you and your legion cannot do something simple as-“

“Father, I found another one!”

Medea’s innocent voice abruptly stopped their arguing, and the two turned and glanced down. The girl was looking up them, and behind her was Alessia, whom had removed herself from her cousin’s arm, and had moved on to chewing on the skirt of her dress, messing up the fabric and getting it damp with drool.

The two Primarchs just stared in bafflement, but Medea seemed unbothered. Magnus glanced at his daughter, and he felt a surge of anger rise up when he saw visible teeth marks on her wrist.

Medea turned to Lion, frowning as she did so.

“Uncle Lion, maybe you should feed Alessia,” the little girl chided. “She’s really hungry and I think that’s why she’s eating me-“

The Lion turned around, just as a chair suddenly collided into his face, splintering upon impact. He cried out in shock, before roaring in anger as he lunged at Magnus, hands outstretched to get them around his brother’s throat.

~*~

“Oh, and the newest painting is so lovely!”

Nefrit responded with a ‘mhm’, nodding along to Aelia’s rambling as the two women walked together in the halls. She was not truly interested in half the subjects her sister-in-law blabbered out, but she decided to indulge her for the time being.

“How is Alessia doing?” Nefrit spoke, deciding to change the subject.

Aelia paused in her yammering, letting out a sigh and a chuckle.

“Well, as any child can be,” the Macraggian woman answered. “Her mouth has been hurting lately, and she has been sinking her teeth into anything she can get.”

Nefrit chuckled, nodding sympathetically. “I can only imagine,” she replied. “I know a few remedies that can help with it-"

A shout further down the hall and the sound of thuds could be heard. The two women paused, giving each other a knowing look.

"...Think we should go stop them?" Aelia asked.

"Obviously," Nefrit responded, and she picked up the pace, Aelia close on her heels.

She was going to have a long discussion with Magnus when the day was over.

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Lion and Aelia are the definition of "Go fuck yourself!" "Fuck me yourself, coward" and that's beautiful

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Seraphina Drakos, daughter of Fulgrim the Phoenician and Rhaena Drakos

Canaan Dorn, son of Rogal Dorn and Nadezhda Gavrilova

Alessia El'Jonson, daughter of Lion El'Jonson and Aelia Guilliman

Rhea Guilliman, daughter of Roboute Guilliman and Aeris Galanis

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Warhammer OC List

Chapter Master Canaan Dorn

Seraphina Drakos *IN PROGRESS*

Aphrodite Omegon *IN PROGRESS*

Nala of Nocturne *IN PROGRESS*

Rhea Guilliman *IN PROGRESS*

High Lord Admiral Aeris Galanis *IN PROGRESS*

Kassandra Anastasakis, Rogue Trader *IN PROGRESS*

Commissar Yelena Harrick *IN PROGRESS*

Aelia Guilliman *IN PROGRESS*

Rhaena Drakos, Ambassador of Holy Terra *IN PROGRESS*

Maisara of Nocturne *IN PROGRESS*

Ferrah of Barbarus *IN PROGRESS*

Roric Baltimos, Sergeant of the Ultramarines 2nd Company *IN PROGRESS*

Celtigar, Lord of the XXI and Twilight Hunters Legion *IN PROGRESS*

Rónàn, master of the Sons of Celtigar Chaos warband *IN PROGRESS*

High Admiral Nadezhda Gavrilova *IN PROGRESS*

Alessia El'Jonson, Lord Admiral of the 2,003rd Fleet *IN PROGRESS*

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Oh this is absolutely adorable! And to think all of it goes wrong in 2 years...

Hi! Could I request Aelia getting Lion trying to bond with baby Alessia

Alessia laid in her crib, cooing and testing out her voice and mouth. Occasionally, she'd blow raspberries.

"See?" Lion whispered. "She is perfectly fine with entertaining herself."

"That is not the point," Aelia said.

"But -"

"I will ensure you change every single diaper while you are here if you don't," his wife threatened.

He frowned at her, "That is not a punishment. That is a necessary task and expected one when having a child at this age. If you consider it a challenge, then I gladly accept."

Aelia smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Right answer. It's also the answer to this. Go in. She loves you! If you don't, she'll end up hating you when she's older."

Lion sighed and seceded to his wife.

"Very well."

"You have to do the voice."

Lion side eyed Aelia.

He stepped in and then said in a deep voice, "What are you doing??"

Alessia squealed and began kicking her legs with excitement.

"You dare treat me with such disrespect?" He boomed again.

Alessia giggled and squirmed more.

"That's it! You're getting court martialed!"

His baby squealed as he tickled her tummy. Aelia snorted.

"Stop resisting! This is the mark of a traitor!"

He scooped her up, legs kicking. As soon as she was close to his face, little hands gripped and pulled at his beard, and she mouthed at his cheek.

"Heresy of the highest degree! You dare attack me??"

Aelia laughed as Lion flipped their daughter and blew a raspberry upon her foot.

Alessia just giggled uncontrollably.

Lion flipped her back up, holding her level with his head, "Shall I granted you the emperor's mercy?!"

He pressed fat kisses upon plump cheeks. Little Alessia squealed and babbled.

"That will teach you to mess with me!"

The baby giggled at his tone.

Aelia came forward and took Lion's arm, "She's never going to take you seriously," She teased her husband.

Lion just sighed.

I thought of those dads who will use a deep and "scary" tone of voice, and their baby will erupt into uncontrollable laughter.