#Honsou/Uriel

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

The Soul Yearns

Author’s note: More of First Words Can Damn You. Soul Mate Horror AU in the 40k. *bold italics* means it's from Book paraphrased, to be from Honsou's perspective.

Summary: Honsou's reaction to first meeting his soul mate. And one of the people who he'll become utterly obsessed with.

Warnings: Yandere vibes. Honsou. Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

You are Honsou?

That is the first words that his soul mate will ever say to him. He'd grown up in a version of hell. As a child experiment of Fabuis Bile, learning to fight, to survive, to kill, to hunt, to expect betrayal and cruelty from all around him.

So learning about Soul Mates- was something he'd only heard about in snippets from his older brothers, the bastards, were frustratingly closed mouthed on the subject.

And trying to figure out what a Soul Mate is, and what The First Soul Words are and what to expect had been information that he'd collected over the centuries that he'd lived.

You are Honsou?

Once he'd learned of all of the different things that there is to know about Soul Mates, and First Words, and how different people could be affected by them.

He was pleased- that his soul mate would know his name, would know of him. Although he wonders what the context, ever a very important context for such things.

He'd been told that he would know without a shadow of a doubt, just who his soul mate is. No one, and nothing can fake a soul mate bond. Not with how the soul pain burns, not with how the words glow and pulse in time with the heartbeat of your soul mate.

You are Honsou?

It was such a short phrase, but it was a simple one. Many people could say those words, many people had. It's a casual phrase, but no matter who said it, he would only feel a rush of disappointment that they are not his soul mate.

During one of the many battles he'd fought, a certain blue and gold clad Space Marine- with the Ultima scratched out- but the gleaming of his armor marking him out as a Son of Guilliman.

Rare is it so see one of them on this side of the Eye. And there are two- the one who'd nearly taken off his head, and his large friend who'd fought side by side with him.

"I know you," Honsou says, recognizing the warrior who'd nearly killed him.

"You are Honsou?" said Unnamed Ultramarine, for now at least. As the Ultramarine spoke those words. Instead of the anticipated rush of disappointment, he felt the euphoric rush of soul deep pain.

He keeps his face stone still and doesn't react to the pain to the best of his ability. To Show pain, to show weakness, was to be showing vulnerability to others, and that would have his older brothers tearing him apart.

He was already thought of as a bastard hybrid. Should it be known, without the Ultramarine proving his allegiance, either way, that this one is his Soul Mate.

Someone might be stupid enough to try and use this as of yet unnamed Ultramarine against him in the dance of bloody politics that the Chaos Marines, particularly the Sons of The Iron Lord Use.

*An Iron Warrior stepped in and hammered the butt of his weapon across the back of so far unnamed ultramarine's skull. He dropped to one knee, the wound on the back of his head opening once more and fresh blood soaking his armor.**

With that, his Soul Mate's face was briefly shadowed, hiding the fact- that he's likely reeling from the soul deep agony of a fresh soul mate bond.

Mine. Honsou thinks to himself. This one. He's mine. Now and Forever.

*Honsou nodded, "You know of me, but I don't know of you. What are you called?"*

Honsou has waited so long to meet his soul mate. He had wondered what faction his soul mate could be from. If they were mortal, xeno, dead, alive, or something else.

I finally found you. Honsou thinks to himself pleased as he eyes his soul mate.

"I am called Uriel Ventris," His soul mate says.

"A Former Ultramarine," Honsou says.

His Soul mates jaw jumps and clenches a little at his statement. How curious.

[caiusmajor]

29. Branding, Honsou/Uriel

"I'm ready."

Honsou captured Uriel's lips in a kiss, biting and possessive and delighted. "Sit here, we'll do it right now."

Uriel hissed as the hot iron touched him over the faint scar of his old "2" tattoo. "It comes out better if I do it in pieces," Honsou explained, as he applied the crosspiece of the "H".

Uriel sat still and silent, not breaking Honsou's concentration as he branded "HONSOU" into Uriel's shoulder.

"Done." Honsou leaned back to observe his work, then pushed Uriel down and kissed him hard. "You'll never regret it."

[moulong]

I realized I haven't post this out.

So here is a short outline of the Uriel Ventris/Honsou storyline in Chapter's Due

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

I am so scandalized and outraged at this FLAGRANT BETRAYAL that I feel the need to rebalance the scales. Except I don't have any ideas, haven't read that much of Uriel, and am in the middle of two fics already. Halp.

[relax-and-read-on]

*crawl out of my hole to drop a fanfic that has been two years overdue for an update.*

Hey! Who wants to read the chapter 3 of my Uriel/Honsou arranged marriage fic :D??

[evilrhubarbandkohlarabi]

Day 11 of Kinktober

Pairing: Honsou/ Uriel/ Pasanius/Vaanes

Kink: Moresome

This is actually more of the intro than actual smut.

Honsou laughed and he looked at the three loyalists chained to the floor, each stripped naked and freed from any trapping of their loyalist persuasions. Of course they were all gagged as well, he didn’t need to hear any of their inspid, hollow words and bitter curses.

He had chained their arms to a solid stake and chained their legs to separate paints maybe if they strained they would be able to brush each others finger tips. Both Uriel and the big one, Pasanius were stretching to give each other comfort. Vaanes had his hands tightly balled into fists.

“who should I start with?”

[psi-scribe]

Honsou/Uriel, roleswap AU?

(Oh this had so many gears turning in my mind)

Honsou ignored the presence of the bolter at the back of his skull and focused on the traitor in dark blue standing before him, an irritated expression on his face.

"You really are determined to be a pain in my side" The Warlord, who's name was Uriel Ventris, spoke.

Honsou grinned, the destruction of several daemon engines had been worth it and so he replied, "I bet I can be much worse, you've let your guard down, fool."

[whining-ylthin]

No offense to Ultramarine fans, but I need to ask if you spent your teens swooning over conventionally attractive white boy actors and pop singers on teenage magazine covers, because if yes, then I know exactly why my interest in your favourite faction is in the negatives unless they go evil (and spicy) or get paired up with someone evil (and absorb the spice via osmosis).

[ladymirdan]

It is so fucking tasty.

tradgedy enjoyers when you look into the eyes of your worst enemy and can only see yourself

[valiant--art]

listening to two bangers in a row (spear of the emperor, lion son of the forest) and biting the edge of my desk while i figure out how im supposed to downgrade to any other book after those one-two punches

[ferrumaraneaart]

Honsou on the throne of Khalan-Ghol. Probably looking at Uriel

Inspired by recent posts of @ladymirdan and fond memories of reading Black Sun

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

So I went on AO3 and found this under the Uriel Ventris tag:

and have concluded from this that Cato and Honsou are in an ongoing battle for Uriel's affections.

[ladymirdan]

Spoilers! (for an 8year old book but still)

I am reading “The Heraclitus Effect”, and Honsou is once again a fucking idiot (affectionate)😂.

The book overall is very very good exept for the plot twist. The characters are a absolute delight. Honsou’s entire warband is chockfull of fantastic chaosy boys doing chaosy things.

But I want to take Honsou’s head, put it in bread, and call him an idiot sandwich.

The entire plot is, Honsou want to fuck things up for Ventris. So he destroys the planet that is Uriel’s biggest failure and gives him his helmet back.

Tarsis Ultra is a propaganda project that Ultramar is pumping massive amounts of money i to to make it not look like a shit show. Honsou just saved them a shit ton of money by exterminatusing it 😭

BAD MATH! Is this an Iron Warrior thing? Is the reason Perturabo didn't get to build the Imperial Palace that he can't keep within a budget?

[relax-and-read-on]

Newwwwe fanfic!!!

This was suposed to be a warhammer 40k fanfic summer exchange one, but, well, life got in the way!

It's a pregnancy kink Uriel/Honsou with eventual T4T ;) ! Fabius bile is tagged but will show up in chapter twoooo

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Uriel Ventris hate? He seems just an inoffensive Ultramarine guy.

His presence as a character reduced Honsou to a cartoon villain in his own series, and he intimidated a Nightbringer shard into behaving. He’s also extremely bland. He goes in Trazyn’s forever vault.