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wolf-feathers12 · 29 days ago

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Fulgim would be hella good with kids change my mind

Nightmare

Me trying to write a ficlet, based on that post of how Primarchs would react to their kid having a nightmare by @/thethronezone I liked the result of ficlet so here it is:

Fulgrim and Ferrus being dads to Argus, because yes

It was rare night for Argus not to have sound night's sleep, but tonight it seemed to be the case. Maybe because his bed and surroundings were as far from what he found homely as possible.

Argus turned in bed, soft mattress absorbing his movements like a fluffy cloud. Tonight he did not feel cold touch of his Iron cot or aching of muscles laid down onto harsh surface of a bedframe on Fist of Iron. No, tonight he was put to sleep into the room fit for the king of clouds, or what was normal bedframe for Chemosian people.

Fulgrim for the longest time insisted they visit Chemos, his homeworld. The pretty paradise he crafted from half dead mining world by his own hand. One of his never ending strifes towards perfection. Whatever it meant.

Argus sat in the bed and kicked the fluffy covers. It just was too soft and he could not get to sleep even if he so wanted to. Young boy scoffed, and jumped out of the bedframe, grabbing only the covers and dragging them on the little patch of floor not covered with expensive rugs. He lied down, the cold floor surface reminding him the so beloved sensation of iron which lulled him fast to sleep.

He found himself in the hurricane or a storm, his own iron hands now bigger and stronger, now with weapon in them, swinging it wildly as daemonic cackles and laughter sounded around him through the dense storm. Suddenly a face leaped out of it all, revealing more of the daemonic form. It had ugly face, scarred with evil, two horns pretruding it's skull. The body of the daemon soon following, reminded him of great serpents of Medusian legend. The daemon had four arms, all clad with swords and weaponry, except one. It held something round and bloody.

The daemon noticed and hissed at him, evil laughter consuming Argus conciousness as daemon suddenly lunged at him with inhuman shriek.

With a scream he woke up, kicking the covers again, his metal arms bruising to the floor and leaving the streaks on otherwise pristine room.

Argus felt his heart racing as tears flood his eyes. Face of that daemon stood before his eyes and now it seemed he heard silent laughters of daemonic voice from every otherwise dark corner of the room.

He couldn't stay inside any longer.

Wiping the tears away, young boy ran towards the door out of the room, and with a slight jump managed to get those open, letting some moonlight into his otherwise dark quarters. With doors open and now more light, Argus scanned every now lit corner of the bedroom he was put in, only to see it as ordinary as it was before Chemosian sun set down.

Was it all a dream? Even if so, why it was so scary? So real?

He closed his eyes, hugging the door frame. Everytime he did so, daemonic face appeared before him, startling him awake.

No he won't sleep here. It wasn't safe.

Argus left his room and closed the door, running away the corridor to one specific direction, even if he did not know where it will lead him. Still he ran with a fear to stop, lest daemon from his dream will appear and grab him.

So he ran and felt fear raise in his throat, making it hard to breathe. Daemonic laughters dogging him from every dark corner.

Soon he felt he could no longer run. Instead he found a corner turn of vast balconies and scooted into it, hugging his knees with his metal arms, both those and his metal chest, giving the legs rash of goosebumps. Argus shivered. Even on Medusa he never was as scared for his life, silent whimpers leaving his mouth as tears steamrolled down his cheeks.

He wishes he knew where his Father was now. But even if he did, what would he say? Call him foolish most likely.

No, Argus was a Medusan. And Medusans do not falter that easily. And yet he had no control over his emotions.

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It was countless hours since Argus sat in this one position unmoving. Or so it seemed to him. He still swore he heard daemonic laughters and every little blur of shadow from vast coridors or folliage from lush gardens below, made blood in his veins stop circulating. He was also tired and night never seemed to end. Maybe time flew on Chemos differently or something.

Yet he almost screamt when hand appeared above his head, gently touching the hair. The body stiffened as child now was full on crying with sad little wimpers, but his body refused to move as giant shadow came before him and kneeled.

- Here you are. - while everything else was scary to death, the voice from the shadow was sweet and reassuring. - You know, your father is leveling down every floor of my Palace trying to find you as we talk...

Argus did not dare to lift his eyes up. He shivered, as primodal fear had him in full paralysis.

- Oh my... - voice was still sweet, but concerned. - You are shivering and cold.

All Argus felt were warmth of the hands gently scooping him up from his hiding spot as a lost stray and putting closer to the chest. He heard melodic double beat of the hearts, which made his body slowly relax.

- Don't be afraid young Gorgon, there is nothing here to hurt you.

Finally Argus managed to open his eyes. Body no longer shivered and he now felt warm. The one to talk to him all the time was no other than Fulgrim.

He saw Primarch's purple eyes gently regard him, his white long hair, messily fallen over the shoulders on his expensive silk robes. There was the smile, the smile so soft and warm, it made Argus forget the scary deamon face stuck in his memory.

And yet, his small hands covered in metal grabbed to Fulgrim's expensive robes with all enormous strenght in them. He still was scared and whimpered.

That only made Primarch to craddle young child more. Fulgrim sat into the same corner Argus spent hours in, his enormous frame easily visible from any corner one would come from.

He bent his knees as a barrier between scary world and tiny child he held close to his barren, barely covered by silken robes chest.

- Do not worry. I will stay here with you. - Fulgrim's voice was sweet, but had certain cheery reassurance in it. - whatever scared you will have to destroy me, A Primarch of the 3rd, first.

Argus looked up at Fulgrim's face giving young child a soft smile while he looked around maybe waiting for someone to come for them even if he could have easily moved Argus anywhere on his own volition.

It was then Argus fully relaxed, memories of a bad dream he had slowly drifting away. Of course, no daemon could get him while a Primarch was his guardian, right?

Suddenly, Argus' eyes caugh Fulgrim's movement. With sheepish smile, he put finger to his lips hissing while he adressed someone in the corridors.

- Be silent! - Fulgrim whispered. - Your child is scared and tired. Let him rest.

What Argus heard was familiar low grunt. It was father, he knew that.

- Well he should be asleep in his rooms not exploring your mansion.

Argus again saw Fulgrim frown.

- I do not think he was just exploring. He is very scared. Look.

Fulgrim let his head down and looked at Argus, who was half dosing off at this moment, with soft concern. Still whimpering Argus looked back. Soon Father's head peeked into the frame almost bumping into Fulgrim's as two Primarchs now regarded small sleeping child on Fulgrim's craddled legs and arms. Iron in Father's eyes shone in dim moonlight, and even his face was stern, eyes seemed to have great amount of worry in them. He put his hand next to Argus' chest, giving him a poke with index finger, metal on both of their bodies making silent clang noise, like someone rung a tiny bell.

Argus opened his eyes fully. The cling of his father's metal to his own one was what Ferrus used to gently wake his son up since the day he was found in the toxic swamps of Medusa.

- What happened. - Father asked with what seemed as mild annoyance in his voice. Still Argus knew that was sign of great worry.

- I had a scary dream. - Argus whimpered, trying not to cry again. - I was attacked by scary daemon. It hunted me... It held something scary in his hand...

Both Primarchs had different reactions to it. Fulgrim's frown lifted itself up in sorrowful expression, while Ferrus just frowned.

- It was just a dream. Not real. - Ferrus sighed. - All in your imagination.

Argus felt stupid. Did he really cause all the problems for Primarchs due to bad imagination.

- Nonsense. - Fulgrim protested giving more angry look to Ferrus. - You know showing some compassion would not hurt you so, my dear Gorgon.

Ferrus looked at Fulgrim, while Argus watched both of them from the warmth of Fulgrim's arm and leg craddle. Both Primarchs exchanged judgemental and concerning looks and it seemed there was tension between them for a second, before both relaxed and smiles crossed their faces.

Gentlier than usual Ferrus took Argus' small frame in his hands. Metal of his skin bringing that soothing and certain familiarity of cool iron of the home as Primarch of Xth put Argus gently to his own muscular shoulder, while he supported his son's tiny body with both arms. Again, double heartbeat of other Primarch, more metallic and rythmical as perfectly callibrated machinery to Fulgrim's more gentle and soothing song now lulled small human child to sleep as he gently wrapped his hands around his Father's massive shoulder. Even if Argus' own hands were metal touching exposed skin of his father, it did not made it goosebump. Though Argus could have swore, his father's muscle were as relaxed as never before.

- Look at you two. - Argus still heard Fulgrim's voice singing, even if he now rested his head on Ferrus' shoulder. - As meant to eachother as anvil and hammer.

Argus almost dozing off felt rumble in Ferrus' chest leave it as a chuckle.

- Stop it. You know I am not suited for that kind of thing.

Fulgrim chuckled too.

- None of us are suited for humane things, Brother. None of us were created for it. But nevertheless we learn humanity from those around us. - Fulgrim sighed and Argus felt gentle fingers stroke his head. - And yet we only can aspire to be as inperfectly perfect as them.

Ferrus sighed heavily and Argus felt his father's scruffy cheek next to his body, giving as much warmth to counter cold of his steel arms as possible. He never done this before.

Argus dozed off. He still heard two Primarchs talk, but he could not make what about.

Maybe indeed it was just a bad imagination not impending doom to consume him Argus had witnessed in his sleep.

If anything, what daemon can get him with two Primarchs guarding his existence so fiercely?

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