#Lamenter

[magnifigal]

For those we Cherish, we hang in there!

[kit-williams]

-hands payment type of your choosing-

I'll have one ticket to the 'Lamenters/Blood Angels being able to smell and/or consume menstrual blood, possibly even having a preference for it or maybe just liking that they can get blood without killing their favorite person' please. Feel free to toy with it at your leisure, I will enjoy anything you make even somewhat close to this topic >:D

and of course take your time, I'm just putting this in the box for whenever/if you want to write the idea

And you get the honor of seeing the latest OC... A Khornite Lamenter of the Red Corsairs... Berserker Varial Blood-drinker or also known as Varial the Insatiable.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

tw: somnophilia, blood, idk do I put slavery and limb loss because that just feels par for the course for 40k

"Cherish?" Varial's rage rotted mind woke up to the smell of sweet blood and instantly called out for his reward.

The maimed slave known as 'Cherish' was asleep next to her master. Varial had to maim her or else she would end up like other Cherish's that did not obey and it would leave him inconsolable. How his jaws clamped down on one of her legs. He did not like it when his Cherished screamed... it brought up painful memories... all their screams did. Her leg was healing up nicely but his room smelt of blood.

He moved over to the locked door sniffing the seams wondering if they were trying to lure him out... no the door was still locked. Panic rushed into his rage rotted mind as he went over to Cherish, her hair kept short to keep it out of the way of his mouth, did he bite her? She whined at his rough handling... then why did he smell Cherish's blood?

A memory floated through the miasma of rage that often occupied his mind. Back upon Badab a slave explaining why she smelt of blood and ways she could relieve it. The dirty threadbare outfit that Cherish wore was lifted up as Varial his nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of old blood... old tissue... mixed with her feminine discharge of that acidic crevice of her body. Moments where words wanted to come to him yet flee him upset the corrupted Lamenter as he could remember poetic songlike prose spilling from his mouth with ease now he struggles to string sentences together... but the price he must pay for the thirst to be quenched and his foul luck kept at bay.

A long slow lick up his beloved Cherish's thighs licking up the smeared blood there before he stuck his tongue deep between her folds. She mewled so sweetly... he always picked good Cherishs' who made such good noises for him... made Varial feel so good... His warped mouth opens up just a little too wide as his mutated black tongue pushes deep inside. Arousal burns in his nose as her fingers grip the bedding tightly as she moans still stuck in a haze of sleep. Globs of sheded lining cling to his tongue as he pulls it back into his maw and snapping his jaws in a pleased motion before repeating his intrusion into her woman hood.

"Cherish!" He trills pleased by her; He cherished her... he cherished her... that's all he could remember at times was his need to cherish a mortal... they only let him have one mortal at a time to cherish. Talons push into the flesh of her thighs as he feasts on the blood offering. "Cherish!" He trills again getting excited.

"Varial!" A voice hisses on the vox causing him to look to the door. It was his handler. "Stupid thing..." he hears the fellow traitor astartes mumble, "We're going to need you planet side to scare the mortals." Varial did not care... his Cherish was bleeding for him and his head dipped back between her thighs to listen to her breathy whimpers. "VARIAL stop acting like some pussy drunk Slaaneshi-"

The cord snapped hard as his body slammed into the door it holding but barely finally startling his Cherish awake as she scrambled to the corner, pleasing Varial as her blood smeared onto his pillow. He snarled and snapped his maw at the vox caster before turning around to grab the splotchy red helm where faded yellow paint could be seen between the chipping red paint.

"Cherish!" He says again reaching out to her and pulling her into a hug and nuzzling her head, "Be good. Stay. Come back soon." His rough unnaturally deepened voice clips out those basic sentences as anymore he turns into a snarling mess. She just nodded weakly as he puts her in his spot in the bed before heading over to the door. At least he had something to quench his thirst. Lest he try to take a bit of his handler... oh... he would eventually run out of luck but Varial was patient... he could wait to taste astartes blood on his tongue.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Banquet

Author’s Note: Hagiel’s No Good, Terrible Mission part 2. Originally this was part of chapter one, but it ended up over 6k words long, so I split it into two parts. Enjoy! Previous. Next

Playlist for this fic series: Spotify Youtube

Tagged: @undeaddream , @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: alcohol, flirting, references to the Red Thirst, canon-typical violence

Summary: Hagiel goes to the banquet. It goes great

word count: 2,893

There was live music playing in the banquet hall that Hagiel had been guided to by one of the Governor’s serfs after he’d gotten cleared up and changed into formal wear. The collar was bothering him, but Hagiel didn’t fidget with it, despite wanting to. He was going to be uncomfortable until he could change out of the too-thin and restrictive clothing. There were several dozen very well dressed and clearly wealthy mortals who were talking to each other. He was announced by the serf and the conversations stopped as he entered. Hagiel stepped into the room and gave them all a professional smile, relying on the meager political training he had been given “Good evening.”

Governor Shyrc looked up from where they were setting at the head of the large, ornately decorated table, and responded “Good evening, Lord Angel, Please come sit at my right hand.” 

Something niggled at the back of Hagiel’s mind about that, but he couldn't figure out what. Besides, he wasn’t sure how to take another spot without subbing the Governor nor displacing anyone else as there were exactly the number of seats available at the table as guests in the room. “My thanks, governor.” He made sure to move as softly as his large frame would allow, flashing closed-mouth smiles to mortals he passed, not wanting to unnerve them with his fangs. He didn’t recognize most of the mortals invited, though he did recognize Lady Sablescar, General Qvelt… And surprisingly enough. Xie Flint and vice admiral Egalth. “Good evening, Governor, how has your day been?”

“Busy with the reconstruction efforts of the city, how has yours been?” The governor responds, a small upward tilt of their lips.

“Busy as well. I focused on repairing the southern hospital. It’s currently partially functional, and should be repaired enough by the end of the week to be fully functional.” Hagiel responds with a small smile. Ideally it would be repaired by the next day or two, but he’d rather not tempt fate by saying that out loud.

“Why focus on one of the hospitals first?! We need to resume commerce as soon as possible in order to fiscally recover from the xenos raids!” One of the nobles whose names Hagiel did not know demanded, pouting a lavishly painted lower lip in his direction “The spaceport and surrounding infrastructure should be the highest priority!”

“Because there are quite a few injured people who are in need of medical aid, both among the civilians and the military casualties who protected this world, this system from the waves of xenos who tried to break our hold over this system, and grind us under their feet. Securing medical aid and ensuing that those who need it are tended to first is most important, though the spaceport is a high priority.” Hagiel gently corrected, raising one of his eyebrows fractionally at the sullen noble.

Vice Admiral Egalth spoke up “As we had explained to you earlier, the most critical parts of our infrastructure needs to be tended to first, and while our exports are a high priority, we need to tend to our people, before we can look to increasing profits.” There was censure in his voice that made the noble glare sullenly at him, the shining blue gems in her hair flashing in the candle light. 

She sniffed “As you say. But how are we to pay for these repairs? The cost of the materials surely aren’t going to just vanish into the ether.”

“We have emergency funds and stockpiles of supplies that are carefully maintained for exactly this kind of situation.” Governor Shyrc cut in, sending the whiny noble a sharp glare in silent reprimand.

“But must we use these funds on the lower classes? Surely we should-” A second noble started.

They were cut off by General Qvelt, who growled “It was us lower classes who fought and bled and died while you cowered behind your energy shields and personal guards and servants, waiting for salvation. It was us lesser people who held the line as  you fled in your fancy ships from this system while you tried to save your own skin, rather than stay and fight to defend what has belonged to your family for centuries, Lady Viskil.” 

There was a very pointed, very tense pause in the dinner conversations, as everyone collectively held their breaths, waiting for a response or reaction.

Hagiel broke the silence with a quiet hum “Well spoke, general. I remember losing four brothers to cover the retreat of your personal ship, against the Drukhari raiders. Can  you, in good faith, say that your life is worth the lives of four of my brothers?”

The Viskil’s answering glare was venomous enough to kill, were he a fellow mortal. Tellingly, she did not speak. Nor did anyone else.

Hagiel flashes them all a smile smile, this time with a hint of fang, shifting so that his sanguine eyes catch the candle light as the first course was served; in the shell of a local edible shellfish was a mixture of the shellfish itself, mixed with spices, fresh greens and cured with an herbal mortal alcohol. The shells themselves were a brilliant shade of pearlescent grey-white with shimmering flecks of gold in the shell. Hagiel was given five of them, though the mortals were served three each. “We should enjoy the dinner that Lord Shyrc has so thoughtfully provided for us.” The tension slowly left the room. 

He had no idea how to eat this food. Did he pop the whole thing in, shell and contents in one? They were certainly small enough to be a single bite for the astartes to consume, but… Most fancy nobles didn’t like eating things that were close to the texture and strength of bone, and these shells looked like they could be. 

Hagiel glanced surreptitiously at Lord Shyrc, who was already reaching for one of their oysters with a tiny spoon, scooping out the contents deftly, the rest of the guests following their lead, as the serfs poured them each small glasses of a dry, slightly bubbly white wine, likely meant to pair with the fishy dish. He quickly realizes that he is the only one who hasn’t started eating and hurriedly grabs the (absurdly tiny, in his hand) mother of pearl spoon,  belatedly realizing that it was not made of metal, and misjudging the amount of strength it would take to potentially damage the spoon. It cracked where his thumb and forefinger gripped it with an audible snap that brought all eyes to him.

“Is all well, Lord Angel?” Flint asked, mirth in xie’s eyes as the other looks him over.

Hagiel swore in his head as he tried not to panic, nor curl in on himself like a bashful and clumsy aspirant he felt like. “I. Ah. Accidentally broke one of the spoons. My apologies, Lord Governor. The utensil is a little… Small in my hand.” He slowly set down the two halves of the spoon, resisting the temptation to slowly ooze under the table in mortification.

General Qvelt snorts and drops the pearlescent spoon he’d been using to eat one of the prepared shellfish and grabbed it with a hand “I’ve broken more than one of these spoons before. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the only way to eat oysters is straight from the shell all at once. None of this delicate groxshit.” With that he tipped the rest of the contents of the open shellfish half into his mouth, sending Hagiel a small wink.

“How gauche, general -” One of the other nobles started, their face twisting into a sneer of disdain.

Governor Shyrc cut the noble off by setting their own pearly spoon down louder than was necessary, picking up the partially consumed shell “And I agree with you. We’ve all had a difficult and long series of battles. To victory! And reconstruction of our fair city!” they called out, gesturing with the shellfish.

Everyone else hurried to follow suit, and Hagiel picked up one of his as of yet untouched shellfish halves, murmuring “To our victory!” and downing the concoction. As with other kinds of prepared mortal foods, the flavors were intense and much more complex than the nutrient paste that he was used to consuming - and the faint metallic tang on the back of his tongue did nothing but whet the insatiable appetite that all sons of Sanguinius struggled with to greater or lesser degrees. The textures were strange on his tongue, but overall pleasant. Nowhere near the number of calories he needed, but he hadn’t expected to be properly fed until he left for The Resolve later tonight.

~

Six courses of extremely complexly flavored food that did little to staunch the slowly maddening, aching thirst even as the mortals around him became increasingly louder and more boisterous as their own stomachs filled and the freely-flowing mortal alcohols loosened their tongues and minds was almost enough to overstimulate Hagiel’s heightened sense.

WIth the ever-present discomfort of the uncomfortably tight formalwear he was wearing that itched and tugged unpleasantly against his bandaged wounds and the fact that he had to politely dodge several handsy fellow dinner guests as the evening had moved on from food to tipsy (For them) dancing in the adjoining ballroom as more than a couple of them wanted to get a close up feel for what a space marine’s body was like without their armor, Hagiel’s patience and desire to tolerate their shenanigans was rapidly coming to an end.

Lord Amacius - the haughty noble from earlier - was on one side of him, flirting with anyone who moved and had tried to grab him three separate times - was attempting a pincer movement with Lady Viskil and Viscount Thelish, trying to corner him into either a dance or an attempt at drunken debauchery. The three of them were in charge of the sapphire mines, agricultural distribution and the promethium mines as the heads of their families who owned and controlled such things, so pissing them off needlessly at such a delicate point in time was dangerous. Not that Hagiel had quite resigned himself to being pawed at and drunkenly flirted with by inebriated mortals tonight. “Come now, Loooord Angel~! Surely you want to have a… Proper celebration?” Amacius slurred up at him, attempting to stalk towards the space marine, and mostly managing a graceless drunken stumble.

“I lost many brothers defending these worlds. White I am grateful for the victory we fought so hard to attain, I don’t feel much like celebrating, lord.” Hagiel answered, slowly backing away from the mortal man, silently hoping that someone would come and distract the entitled mortal fuck. “What were you doing during the battling?” 

“Hmmm? Oh, I was in m’clan’s bunker, alongside my family and our favored concubines and serfs while the fighting happened. M’ not much of a fighter myself. More of a lover…” Amacius purred, waggling his eyebrows ridiculously up at Hagiel.

Of course he was. Most noble mortals were trembling cowards when it came down to fight for the imperium, for Him on Terra. Hagiel kept his emotional reaction from showing. Objectively, Amicus was handsome - high cheekbones, strong chin-line. Deep smokey black eyes, salt and pepper hair. But his cowardice and personality while inebriated left much to be desired in Hagiel’s personal opinion. Not that he was going to say that out loud. He bit off any comments he had about the other’s cowardly hiding before he said it out loud. He was an astartes, yes. But he wasn’t some blunt-voiced son of Dorn who couldn’t be trusted near high ranking mortals without a short leash and a dozen phrases sternly ordered to stick to, no matter his temper or internal response. “I see.” He answered diplomatically.

“I’d be happy to show you the bunker. It’s really quite-” Amacius slurred out, before being interrupted by Lady Viskil, who walked up to him before stumbling off of her high heels, the sharp points catching on the long hem of her dress.

“Ahh! Someone help m- Oh! My darling hero! Thank you for catching me, Lord Angel. My, you’re quite strong.” Lady Viskil purred as she looked up into his face, as Hagiel had automatically moved to catch the baseline human before she fell all the way to the ground. She was also objectively beautiful - her eyes were augmented to change color based on her desire, and were currently a deep violet color with chartreuse highlights. Her hair was wavy and pinned up in a complex series of braids with dozens of expensive sapphire gemstone-capped pins keeping them up. 

Hagiel sets the mortal woman on her feet before letting her go “As are all astartes, Lady Viskil.” He swallows down a mouthful of saliva. The six course meal had done little but whet his appetites and the sooner he got out of here to get the nutrient paste he needed… And maybe find a dead body or two to drain to beat back The Thirst so he could focus the better. But events like this always took long, agonizing hours where anything more constructive could be done, but wasn’t because of pompous mortals and their love of nonsense.

“Yes, but you’re the only Angel I’ve met in person. I’ve heard stories about how handsome and striking the Lord Angels often are, but I must say that the rumors do you little credit - even with your minor mutation.” Viskil croons, attempting to reach out and touch him.

Hagiel takes a couple of entirely unsubtle steps backward, making sure to avoid any pillars, walls or people to avoid being potentially pinned. “We tend to be kept quite busy, defending the imperium, which has over a million worlds touched by His light, so thatt is… Not surprising. Lady Viskil, you seem flushed, perhaps you should sit down and have some water?” He was about to ask if the alcohol was disagreeing with her, before remembering that most adult mortals would take offense at that, especially while inebriated.

“Mmm? Oh… I do feel surprisingly… Warm. Yes, I’ll go do that.” Lady Viskil murmured before wandering out of his sight line and thus, not his problem at the moment.

Hagiel started to slink his way over to where Governor Shyrc was, to make his excuses to leave the party, when vice-admiral Egalth called out to him “Lord Hagiel?”

The Lamenter sent a silent prayer to his genefather Sanguinius for patience before turning to him and saying “Yes, vice-admiral?” trying to keep his voice light and pleasant.

“You reminding Viskil of the real flesh and blood cost to her cowardice was gutsy, Lord Angel. The only one with more political capital in this system than she does is the Lord Governor and his second in command, and even that’s debatable, depending on the month.” The mortal hummed. “Still, she needed the reality check.”

“I am a stranger to this system, and will not be lingering long. I am likely to be leaving alongside the Ultramarine inspection crew, unless I receive additional orders from His Regency.” Hagiel responded with a small shrug. 

“Ehh… Fair enough. Speaking of, have you ever met him?” the vice admiral asked.

“Please clarify?” Hagiel inquired, having a guess as to who the other meant, but wanting to be sure.

“The Regent.” Egalth clarified.

“No, but my chapter Master and the captains of each of the-” surviving “-company captains have. As a rank and file battle brother, I have yet to be given such an honor. But I have heard stories of his grace and presence.” Hagiel answered earnestly.

“I haven’t either. Shyrc’s going to be wrapping this thing up, and I have worked alongside Astartes before, as has he. He’ll understand if you leave without saying goodbye to him. I’ve also got a small gift for you.” The mortal murmured, reaching out a hand to shake.

“Oh?” Hagiel murmured, shaking hands with the vice admiral, feeling as the other slipped him something. It was a small tube of Astartes grade rations. No more than a quick snack, but it was much more than the six course meal and the accompanying mortal alcohol had given him. Hagiel swallowed another mouthful of saliva - by the Emperor he was starving all of a sudden and murmured a quiet but fervent “Thank you.” He didn’t bother to pop open the cap, swallowing the entire tube down, packaging and all. “Please give the Governor my regards.”

“Of course.” Egalth hummed, nodding.

Hagiel turned on his heel and started to leave the room. He heard a yelp as one of the serfs stumbled back, clutching their face as the scent of fresh blood, sweet and tantalizing washed through the room and hit Hagiel with the force of a tsunami. Lord Amicus was standing over the bleeding serf, yelling beligerently, even as teh Governor’s security team dragged the ranting man off.

He could taste the sanguine temptation on the air, see it glitter beautifully in the warm candlelight. His fingers twitched before the litanies of his chapter began in his mind, to keep himself from succumbing to the Red Thirst and feeding upon the injured serf in front of all and sundry. He turned from the scene and fled the governor’s manor, into the night before his Thirst overpowered his hunger.

[catcas22]

i saw ur post on the lamenter and your theory about him being a successful saint, but being in pain because of it and that causing the hornsent fear. I was watching a lore video and the person said there's something called the lamenting dungeon. Do you think the lamenter named himself after that?

I'd say that's fairly likely. All of the items I cited that allude to lamentation are also found in that dungeon. Although it's also possible that the hornsent picked that particular dungeon in which to hide him away, and Lamenter's Gaol is a simplification of "The gaol in which we keep the Lamenter."

[galgannet]

My OCs Valmir Leka and Virgil Maro. Valmir is the first blade of the Víola Odoráta warband. A renegade group that mostly consists of Night Lords. Virgil is the Chief Apothecary of the same warband. Formerly a Lamenter, he has lost his eyesight in a battle. Together (With Chapter Master Lorant, who is not pictured) they make great leaders, guiding the warband into prosperity but each of them is plagued by their own demons. I've already drawn them here and here before (16+).

[mamaangiwine]

I don't think many people realize how much they've been turned into a bunch of casually cynical jerks.

Someone may come to their parents and say "I want to write a book" and their parents will say "it's really hard to get published".

Someone might confide in their sibling and say "I want to sell my art on "x" platform" and that sibling will say "do you know how many people you'd be competing with? Do you know how many shops are even on that platform?"

I know a kid who once told his best friend "I think I wanna start a dnd podcast" and the friend was like "do you know what the word "oversaturation" means?"

Personally, I don't know why any of that matters? And even if it did, perhaps your response should be "Do it! Do it and see where it goes!"

[kit-williams]

I want to be her so badly

Krieger BF vs Astartes BF

[astr0disiac]

"toxic yaoi" this "password" that

THIS being one of stan's lowest moments is the saddest thing i've seen and no one has talked about it what the freak :(

[magnifigal]

Nothin to see here folks, just your average Lamenter and his emotional Support Death Metal Troupemistress

[hoaxghost]

People on the internet love to recommend the complete opposite of what you're looking for

[lora-flora]

Not Ryan Bergara getting the Mike Wazowski treatment 😭😭😭😭

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Chatter

Author's note: More of Jophiel in Husbandry. After meeting with Asariel, before meeting with some more friendly blood Angels. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Summary: Jophiel and Cedric talk after getting Asariel back to safety

Warnings: None? LMK 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, @undeaddream

Jophiel gets patched up by Cedric and fussed over, with only some more mild scolding. Cedric hesitates then says, “I thought you were going to the Blood Angel Base.”

“I did,” Jophiel says before looking away, “They… didn’t… hm. I don’t want to go back.”

“They reacted poorly,” Cedric guesses, his blue eyes growing dark and a protective growl in his voice as he tugs Jophiel into his embrace.

“Something like that,” Jophiel says, “I might have, kind of, ran away from a Captain Librarian of the Sanguinary Guard when he found out I had wings and he started to yell. Then started to evade and escape several squads of First Born and Terran born Blood Angels and their successor chapters as they hunted me in the forest.”

He pauses and leans into Cedric, “Then I found- or was found by that First Born that Zariel is treating who nearly ripped my throat out.”

“You may have overreacted,” Cedric says, squeezing one of Jophiel’s hands.

“Yeah,” Jophiel murmurs softly, laying his head on Cedric’s shoulders, closing his eyes, tired. “One of the Flesh Tearer battle brothers- when he was trying to find me, I was hiding in a tree above him, said. Some. something that concerned me. But- he didn’t seem to notice me and left. Then another battle brother- a Lamenter also wandered under the tree I was in and said something different that also concerned me.”

“The Reaction of Wrath?” Cedric guessed, “And the Reaction of Obsession?”

“Yeah,” Jophiel says, his eyes closed, “or at least the very beginnings of it.”

“That is. Not good.” Cedric says as he pulls Jophiel in close. His eyes scanned the room for a threat that wasn’t there.

“Yeah,” Jophiel says, “who knows, he might have been, they might actually be more sane and stable than I first worried with their words.”

Cedric gives him a look, “Jophie.”

“What?” Jophiel says cracking an eye open, “I’m joking. First Borns tend to be… unstable, and unpredictable, especially those of the Ninth Primarch.”

Cedric sighs a little and squeezes his brother-cousin tightly, his hearts full of emotions that he can barely understand. Zariel and Cedric, among others, have their hands full with Asariel and his trauma bonded Ultramarine buddy.

Jophiel works diligently with the Salamander and Imperial Fist Librarians. During the course of his duties he heard someone calling out and he turned, curious to see who it was that was calling out to him.

Caution has him eyeing the Flesh Tearer and step closer towards the Base as he thumbs his text-vox and he nods towards the Flesh Tearer Sargent, "sir."

"You are fucking hard to find, you know that?" The Flesh Tearer Sargent says, his eyes glinting redder than a murky brown.

"I'm... sorry?" Jophiel says, "I... don't know you, sir."

"Yeah- you're the Scout Librarian that fucking booked it when Brother Libarian Captain Leonateil Crohnar, tried talking to you- surprised by the feathers on your back, you fucking ran." Sargent Karlan Artezo of the Flesh Tearer's says.

"He had seemed, upset by their appearance," Jophiel says still trying to slowly back away from the Flesh Tearer, who keeps walking towards him purposefully.

"Stop fucking moving. Scout." The Sargent barks at him.

Jophiel instinctively stiffens at the tone of command and stops moving. "Yes sir."

"Good- at least you can follow orders," Sargent Artezo says eyeing the feathered prey in front of him. "You're a cursed bastard, ain't ya?"

Karlan eyes the younger Son of Sanguinius in front of him. He can tell from the way his limbs are slightly awkward- and the slight baby fat on his faces, rounding and softening the angles of his face, that he's rather young.

He's always wanted to know what bird wings tasted like. Jophiel notices the way the Flesh Tearer Sargent keeps looking at him, and particularly at his wings, that has him slowly backing away again.

"Brother!" Another voice calls out, and Jophiel and Artezo's heads swing in the direction of the voice.

Jophiel's other heart sinks, a Lamenter Sargent his jogging over towards him, and he recognizes that particular Brother of the Blood's voice.

"I got worried when you ran off on me," Sargent Rafos Ariar says, he turns and smiles brightly at Jophiel, "Now I see why, hello little Blessed One."

The Fervent look on the Lamenter's face, and the hungry one on the Flesh Tearer's face gives him a really, really bad feeling of what might happen if he doesn't get the fuck away from them.

'Oh by the Bones on Terra,' Jophiel swears as he looks between the two Sargent's and feels... rather trapped, despite neither of them being within arm's reach of him. Yet.

"Hello Sir," Jophiel says to the other Sargent, his training prompting him to be polite and respectful to the older and higher-ranking Son of Sanguinius.

Jophiel had an excellent excuse, "Excuse me sirs- but I am helping some of our cousins move inventory, I need to finish my assignment."

"Perhaps we'll meet again later," The Lamenter says, "Or I could help you move things, young one."

"Ah- Perhaps we'll meet again later," Jophiel says. "Thank you for the offer- but I have to go, sir."

"How convenient," The Flesh Tearer says sourly. From the forward tilt of his shoulders, he can tell that more temperamental Son of the Ninth Primarch was going to do something.

The Lamenter Sargent gently grabs one of the Flesh Tearer's shoulder and said, "Come now- we need to go speak with Captain Ash'val- we shouldn't be late, that would be rude."

"Fine," The Flesh Tearer Sargent says with a scowl, "We're gonna getcha. Brat."

"Don't scare the Scout!" The Lamenter scolds, "It was nice to see you."

"... Goodbye sirs." Jophiel manages to say over the screaming static that had filled his mind.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Day Four

Author’s Note:This is Day Four Of Hagiel’s Terrible, Awful, No Good Mission. First. Previous. Next. 

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

Warnings: infidelity mention, ask me to tag something if it bothers you/I missed it

Summary: Hagiel learns some information from the Ultramarines and works alongside the mortals repairing the spaceport. Gossip begins to spread at the end of the shift, distracting the mortals, much to Hagiel's frustration.

Hagiel woke up five and a half hours later, a small frown appearing on his face. He had only meant to sleep for four hours. The extra hour and a half was an hour and a half that he could have been doing something in preparation from the Ultramarines’ arrival and inspection of the capital hive city. He muttered a mixture of curses and his morning prayers as he swiftly ate and got into his armor.

Once his helmet was on, he checked his vox for messages, a mixture of uncertainty and hope accompanying this task. Each of the leading mortals on the teams who were repairing the major hospitals had checked in with him. 

[This is Marius of Repair team Aleph. All major repairs have been completed on the North-Eastern Hospital. We have left a quarter of the team behind to aid in moving the recently arrived medical equipment in place, and to wait for the paint to arrive to get the hospital back to it’s full-shine state. Heading to the space port to begin assessment and repair. God emperor be praised, lord angel.]

[Amrice of Repair team Besh. Major repairs of the North-West hospital have been completed. We have left half of our team to finish the spit-shine repairs needed and to move bodies out to the cathedral to be sanctified and burned. The rest of us will be focusing on repairing the infrastructure along the east-west corridor on the upper levels. God emperor willing, we will complete this task on time, My Lord.]

[Beliath of repair team Calit. All repairs of the West-Central hospital have been completed. Sending excess paint and tiles over to East-central hospital. Currently working on the infrastructure on the North-south corridors. Those repairs should be completed on the upper levels by the end of the day. Will keep you up to date on timelines, Lord Hagiel]

[Penji of repair team Delta. All external repairs of the South-Eastern hospital have been completed, with the aesthetic repairs to be completed by the end of the day. Currently working on repairing the infrastructure of the mid-levels on the east-west corridor. Will keep you up to date on how repairs are going at shift changes, or if something drastic happens. By him on Terra, we might be able to pull this off, Lord.]. 

[Jacq of Repair team Elid. Major repairs of the South-western hospital have been completed. Aesthetic repairs postponed due to lack of paint and other supplies. We have been deputized by the Arbites to aid in body-removal and food-distribution. Team in good spirits, Lord Angel. Will update you on when we are free to continue fixing the city.]

[Manek of repair team Falco. All external repairs of the mid-levels hospital have been completed. Aesthetics repair of the hospital projected to be completed by the end of day. Next task will be aiding repair them Gat with repairing of the underhive infrastructure. Will update you as needed, Lord.]

[Ignis of Repair team Gat. All external repairs of the underhive hospital have been completed. Aesthetics repair of the hospital deemed to be low-priority and may be completed if time-permitting. We are currently working on repairing the infrastructure in the underhive. Will update you on how it goes at shift-change, Lord Hagiel]

Hagiel tasted the hope on his tongue at that, but it was tempered by the wariness beating in time with his hearts. Yes, all of this was good news. He had actually been surprised that the Arbites hadn’t deputized more of the repair teams for body disposal and food-distribution… On the other hand, the city desperately needed to look as if it hadn’t been half-destroyed by several xenos factions if they wanted to make at least an unremarkable impression upon the soon to be visiting Ultramarines. 

Speaking of the Brothers in Blue, Hagiel took a moment to center himself before checking both his vox, as well as The Resolve’s vox-system, to see if they had sent him any messages updating when they would be arriving. It would be just his luck to receive this much good news, only to find out that instead of having three more days to get the city and people into a semi-functioning state he had three hours before they were arriving… His mouth was very dry as he looked through the Resolve’s vox-logs. They’d seen fit to tell him who specifically, he and the mortals here were going to be playing host to.

By him on Terra!

They were definitely going to need to throw a welcome parade. Not doing so, despite the fact that this city, this system, was reeling and healing from attacks from Orkz, Eldar and Tyranids… There was little chance that the Captain of the second company of the Ultramarines would see anything less than a full welcome-parade and likely a feast in his and his brothers’ honor to be an insult to them… Especially as they were coming here on behalf of the new Regent of the Imperium - whoever the fuck that was. Hagiel wished he had a name, or at least a planet of origin, so as to have a guess as to what they might be like. 

The tone of the message strongly implied that the Regent might deign to grace this world with his presence in-person. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! He was going to contact Governor Shyrc and Captain-General Qvelt immediately, so that both of them would be able to start preparations for that particular incoming clusterfuck. God-emperor Hagiel hoped that it would be just the Captain of the Second company and a selection of his direct underlings visiting… As laughable as Captain Sicarius being considered just anything. The Maveric captain was well-known for his impressive feats on the battlefield… And infamously short temper and harsh tongue. 

He sent a mass-message to the mortal repair team leaders. [Focus efforts on repairing the spaceport and the surrounding infrastructure that will be most visible to our incoming Ultramarine guests. As Captain Sicarius is of noble descent, it is unlikely that he will take much of an interest in seeing the middle-levels or the Underhive.]

The Dark Eldar had landed in the spaceport, and had tried to descend upon the mortals who lived here like the vile parasites of suffering and misery they were. Dozens of his brothers had died valiantly pushing them back to the spaceport and off of this world. He had recovered his brothers’ bodies after the fighting had stopped, but he worried that the Drukhari may have left a nasty surprise or six for them to find while trying to put everything back to rights. 

He received acknowledgements from all seven team-leads currently on duty, though with a certain amount of unhappy undertones from those who had been focused on efforts in the mid and lower levels of the hive. Hagiel genuinely wanted all of the city repaired to the best of it’s abilities… But the Lamenter was also trying to be realistic as to what could be completed in the short time frame that they had and limited resources available to them.

His next order of business was to call Qvelt, waiting with as much patience as the God-Emperor was willing to grant him. His call went to voxmail. Granted, it was early in the morning, so Hagiel left him a brief voice message, informing him of Captain Sicarius’ impending visit - and the possibility of the new and deeply mysterious Imperial Regent possibly visiting this city in person as well. Hagiel then vox-called Qvelt, hoping that the captain-general would pick up.

Qvelt did not see fit to answer his vox. With an internal sigh that the Lamenter suppressed from becoming an External one, Hagiel duly informed the current head of the Arbites of this system who was coming to visit for certain, and who he also needed to prepare additional security for, just in case the new Imperial Regent did deign to visit their world. Every time Hagiel said that, a wave of nausea threatened his ability to keep the rations he’d eaten earlier inside his stomach, where they were supposed to be. 

God-emperor grant him the patience to deal with mortals. Perhaps they were both simply asleep, and would answer later. Hagiel tried vox-calling both of their second in commands. Elgath did not answer, but Lady Sablescar did.

“Good morning, Lord Hagiel. How may I be of service?” Lady Sablescar asked, the baseline human sounding a little tired.

“I am calling to inform you that we will, unfortunately, be needing to organize and throw a full Welcome parade and banquet for the Ultramarines who are coming to inspect this city. The second company captain and several of his officers are coming… In addition, it was strongly implied that the new Imperial Regent may be deigning to visit us with his retinue as well.” Hagiel explained, an apologetic note in his voice.

All subtle sounds of exhaustion were replaced by an intense and gratifying focus “I see. Has the timeline for their arrival changed at all? I have yet to go through the repair reports, but the projections when I went to sleep last night were promising. As were the reports about handling the minor scuffle in the lower levels. Have you spoken with the Lord Governor, or General Qvelt about this yet?”

“I tried, neither of them answered their vox-messages. Neither would Lieutenant Elgath. I am aware of the early hour of the morning, but I would not be calling if it was not an urgent matter.” Hagiel answered honestly, doing his best to bite back the irritation that bubbled up within his hearts. 

“That’s… A little strange. I’ll see what I can do to reach them on my end, as well as begin preparations for the welcome parade and the feast. Just so that I know where you are likely to be, in case you need to be reached, what are your plans for the day, Lord Angel?” Lady Sablescar responded. 

Hagiel answered “I will be working alongside repair team Aleph to repair the spaceport and surrounding upper-level infrastructure and buildings, unless something more urgent comes up during the day.” Part of him wondered if he should talk to the Inquisitor… But… Inquisitors. Ugh. No, he would reach out to the other, to be diligent in his duties. Maybe the Lord Inquisitor would also know who the new Imperial Regent is, or find out before they arrive. Or at least get a read on how they intend on ruling the Imperium.

The fact that the Ultramarines seemed to back this new Regent up - as evidenced by Sicarius apparently being at the Regent’s side currently, from the implications that he could read between the lines… It was possible that the new Regent was of Ultramar, rather than one of the Lords of Terra. 

“Noted, thank you for informing me, Lord Hagiel. If you’ll excuse me, there is much I need to organize in the next three days - unless the timeline of their arrival has changed?” Sablescar asked.

Hagiel found himself shaking his head as he answered “From what I was told, they are still projected to arrive in three days… It’s just that we may be playing host to not just Ultramarines, but the Regent they are backing as well.”

“... I see. I will send you an update on how preparations are by the end of the day, my lord.” SHe demurred.

“Thank you.” He murmured before hanging up. He paused, looking at his chronometer and huffed, All of this phone calling and people-wrangling had eaten up several hours of his morning that could have been spent rebuilding. But he should contact the Lord Inquisitor anyways. Even though they were pretending to be otherwise.

… Then again, they may not be a full Inquisitor, they were a member of the Inquisition, and from what he had observed, the highest ranking member of the Inquisition still alive within this system. Which was why he was calling one Lady Von Flint, waiting for her to pick up his call.

“Greetings, my lord. What may I do to aid you? I am a humble adminis-” The Inquisitor started.

“Don’t. Don’t start with the whole humble civil servant thing with me. I know that you’re a member of the inquisition. Quite possibly an Inquisitor, as you’re the one who slipped me the Astartes-grade snack at the party earlier this week.” Hagiel answered bluntly “I’m not done speaking yet, so do not interrupt me with lies and denials. Neither of us have the time for it. The Captain of the Second Company of Ultramarines is going to be the one inspecting this city… And possibly the new Imperial Regent as well.”

Von Flint was silent for a frustratingly long period of time before she spoke “I suppose it was teh astartes grade snack that gave me away? While I am aware that the relationship between the Inquisition and your chapter is… Fraught, to say the least, this headsup is a gracious one that I will not forget. I will begin preparations on my end. Do you have any idea as to the identity of this Regent? The frequent warp storms that plague this system make long-range communication incredibly difficult to rely on with any regularity, due to a number of factors that I am sure you are already aware of.”

“Apart from the strong implication that the Regent has the full support of the Ultramarine chapter, along with possibly all of their successor chapters? I don’t know. Captain Sicarius is the head of their bodyguards.” Hagiel informed the Inquisitor quietly. “The regent has apparently been moving from system to system, asking for the loyalties of the Imperial worlds they find there… and if the leaders of those worlds do not bend the knee, they use the might of the Ultramarine fleet to enforce compliance.” 

“... Oh… That is… Well. Alright then. I am guessing that, at best, those noncompliant rulers are killed quickly and publicly.” Von Flint managed out, voice trembling for just a moment “Some of my preparations will go towards speaking to Governor Shyrc and the other ruling noble families to strongly consider being very welcoming to the incoming Regent. I am sure that his good sense will prevail over any prideful notions that he may have.”  Von Flint answered. They paused for a moment before answering “I do need to ask this question as while you are a newcomer to this system, you as an Astartes, and one who helped lead our forces to victory when defeat was all but assured… Where do you stand?”

“I have sworn vows to Him on Terra, and to my chapter master. Unless I receive orders from either of those two superior officers, or evidence to suggest that this Regent does not rule because He ordained them to, I will heed the Imperial Regent and swear loyalty to them, as His representative ruler.” Hagiel answered truthfully. He also knew that this was the correct response to give, when speaking to an Inquisitor/a member of the Inquisition. He did have some private reservations, but he would not speak them aloud to anyone, save perhaps a trusted Brother or two… But all of them were dead, or too far away.

“Naturally. Your call has been a surprise but a… A welcome bit of news. I will speak with my network and begin preparations for the Regent’s arrival. Have you informed the Lord Governor, or the Captain-general?” The inquisitor asked curiously.

“I attempted to contact both of them, and their second in commands earlier this morning. Only Lady Sablescar was able or willing to actually answer her vox this morning. If you need to speak with me in person, and I am not answering my vox for whatever reason, I will be aiding in the repair of the spaceport and the damaged surrounding structures and infrastructures. I will have my vox on me, but given the kinds of metals used in the spaceport, the communications aspect of my vox could be interfered with.” Hagiel explained, before asking “Is there anything else that you wanted to talk to me about at this time?”

“Not at this time. I will vox if my network uncovers something urgent to handle that I am unable to handle on my own… Or if I get additional intel on who the New Imperial Regent may be.” Inquisitor Von Flint answered, “May The Emperor’s light guide you.”

“May His LIght guide you as well.” Hagiel answered automatically before ending the vox call. He briefly checks to see whether or not the three high ranking mortals he sent messages off to earlier have tried to contact him while he was speaking with the Inquisitor. 

None of them have, which is a little out of character for the three of them, but perhaps they are dealing with supply issues, or another riot has broken out on one of the nearby mining colonies and they are trying to handle that. Hagiel squares his shoulders and heads out to the reconstruction site with swift and purposeful steps.

~

The rest of the morning and afternoon passed in a blur of physical effort and reconstruction, in an unseasonable heat that would have dehydrated the mortals something dangerously, had Hagiel not insisted that they properly take care in the heat, by moving slowly and working in the shade whenever they could, and hydrate frequently. He had pulled on some of the few strings he had in this system in order to ensure that all of the repair teams currently working got the breaks and hydration they needed to not weaken in the heat. 

Hagiel’s armor provided all the thermo-regulation that he needed, but he did gratefully accept small sips of cool, refreshing water, as there was only so much recycled sweat one could tolerate before the tang started to turn one’s stomach. Besides, him clearly hydrating and taking small breaks throughout the shift encouraged the mortals to do the same when the liquid rations were being handed out.

The spaceport had taken relatively little damage as the invading Xenos had used it as a staging ground for trying to invade and assault the hive city, which also held true for the surrounding infrastructure. This meant that the repair team that he was working alongside had finished all of the necessary repairs in the surrounding area and in the spaceport itself by the setting of the sun. There had been a tense moment when Hagiel had been called in to disarm several Dark Eldar traps and an unexploded Orky big boomer, but he had been able to skillfully and easily disarm all of the xenos trickery without much difficulty. 

With the spaceport and the surrounding structures and infrastructure fully repaired, it had been decided that they would continue to work on fixing the major damaged roads and the like starting from the Space port until it was time for shift-change, whereupon the next group of mortals would take over. Currently, Hagiel was helping to clear away some debris, placing them into a large device that ground up the chunks of road and turned them into new road paving, which the mortals were spreading in the spots that needed patching. 

The sun was low in the sky, and there was about an hour or so left before the next shift of mortals relieved this one. Hagiel intended on working until he had to stop for his optimal four hours of sleep, as he still felt bad for oversleeping this morning, and how long it took him to vox-wrangle information to the mortals who needed it most. Not that Governor Shyrc, Captain-general Qvelt nor Lieutenant Elgath had seen fit to actually send him so much as a vox-text acknowledging what he had told them. Part of him was concerned that meant that whatever they were dealing with was a potentially Serious matter… One that the mortals had not seen fit to loop him into.

He was trying to ignore the slowly growing sense of impending Trouble their continued silence gave him, instead focusing on what he could do, what he could control. Which was ensuring that the Ultramarines who were coming to visit had no reasons to nag at him because the Hive City had not received the aid that they needed in order to properly recover from three consecutive Xenos attacks.

One of the mortals had stopped working, stretching and yawning a little before looking over to another and asked “Did you here? Lieutenant Elgath was caught by an Early morning patrol, leaving mister Raskoa’s home, just before sunrise this morning.” They revealed with a small smirk on their face.

“So? He works for the Lord Governor. It was probably some kind of late night meeting for getting the system back into order.” The other mortal pointed out.

“Yeah… Except that he was leaving the house without his pants on and a huge love bite still wet on his neck.” A third mortal chimed in, also smirking “At least, that’s what I heard.”

“Aren’t they of rival noble houses, or something like that?” The first mortal added. None of these mortals were working as diligently as they should be, and their rumor-mongering was starting to attract attention of the rest of the mortals on the repair crew.

“Nah, it’s just that Shyrc and the captain general have hated each other since, like, forever and that kind of fraternization would get them both fired, at minimum.” A fourth mortal chimed in.

“Aren’t both of them married to other people? Infidelity is a sin… Or at least it should be.” Th third mortal huffed, having stopped even pretending to work, their arms crossing over their chest as they leaned a little on the long-handled shovel they’d been using to shift debris.

More mortals were gathering around the gossips distracting them from their tasks.

A sigh left Hagiel as he rolled his shoulders and turned to the gathering crowd of chatty mortals. They had perhaps half an hour before the next shift of mortals arrived… But that was no reason o slack off, in the Space Marine’s personal opinion. It was bad optics for the oncoming shift to see the previous shift in a loose gaggle doing frak-all, rather than working. He was trying to come up with a tactful way to order the mortal to get back to their tasks without coming off as a high-handed asshole. The last thing he wanted to do was to antagonize these mortals three days before the Ultramarines - and maybe the Emperor-blessed Imperial Regent arrived on this world.

The mortals could potentially do a catastrophic amount of damage in that time, and it was not a headache that Hagiel wanted to try and handle. Not when there was already far too much to do and next to no time to do it in. 

Before he could speak, the mortal shift leader stomped over, calling out “There better he a good reason all of y’all are standing round talking, rather than working. Did you find another knife-ear trap that the Lord Astartes needs to handle?”

The gathered mortals startled into motion, once again going back to their tasks “We were taking a brief break, ‘cause of the late night heat.” One of the gossipy mortals called out.

The shift-leader harrumped at that “Fine. Break time’s over. You can talk if you want to, but keep working.” 

The rest of the mortals answered with a collective “Yes ma’am.” as they all returned to their various tasks.

Hagiel checked his vox-messages via his helmet vox as he continued to shift debris. Von Flint had sent him a message a little over an hour ago. It read,

[Potential political issue has come up. Two high ranking members of opposing political factions have been caught having sex with each other. From my initial investigation, there was nothing Ritualistic or Chaotic to the nature of the sex. Simply two people cheating on their partners at an inopportune and stressful time.]

Thank the god emperor for that. Slaaneshi grox-shite spread really fast amongst the Imperial Elite upon a world, once a cult got established most of the time. To stop the taint spreading further, full execution of all of the ruling mortals was generally needed, alongside their servants who had been exposed and likely tainted (often against their will), which was deeply unfortunate. [Anything you want me to do about the situation?] He sent, letting out a breath of relief. Hopefully that bit of grox-shite was not something that he had to deal with personally, as this sort of internal nonsense was squarely the purview of the Inquisition on non-Chapter worlds, such as this one.

[Not yet, though I thought you should be made aware of it. Both the Governor and the Captain-General are furious about it, but I am attempting to get them to refocus on issues that actually matter… But do I have your support, should I need your assistance in putting this matter to rest?] The inquisitor asked.

Hagiel hesitated for a couple of moments. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to say yes to that, with such a blanket statement from an Inquisitor he did not know. But it wasn’t as if he had many other options, and they needed this issue resolved quickly. [If I say yes, will you be able to get this matter resolved before the Ultramarines arrive? They are known for being highly political and with keen insights. A united front must be able to stand up to their keen-eyed scrutiny… Especially as they have the backing of the Imperial Regent.] He wouldn’t put it past the Ultramarines not to meddle in the affairs of this system if they felt that they could get away with it. The brothers in blue and gold were meddlesome types.

[I should be able to. And you bring up several excellent points that I had not considered. I will bring it up with both Shyrc and Qvelt. This kind of petty nonsense is wasteful and not something we can afford at this sensitive time.] Von Flint texted back. [How goes the rebuilding efforts?]

[Despite the heat, the spaceport and the surrounding structures have been fully repaired. I will be receiving the reports from the day shift leads in roughly ten minutes from now, but I have good reason to suspect that, barring anything unexpectedly unfortunate happening, we will have the city looking back to normal by the time the Ultramarines arrive.] Hagiel texts back. He is hesitant to say such a hopeful statement out loud, given the… Often unfortunate circumstances his brothers in gold often find themselves in, but this sex scandal is exactly the sort of nonsense that happens. 

[That is indeed good news. I am off to wrangle unhappy nobles.] Von Flint texted back,

[You have my deepest sympathies, and I wish you well in your endeavors.] Hagiel texted back, before refocusing entirely on the work before him. There was much left to do, but he did have hope that the physical structures of the city would be ready for inspection in time. 

[highlordofkrypton]

anyone notice a new trend of really entitled people joining fandom?

I feel like jerks have existed since the beginning of time, but it feels worse lately.

So far this year, I've witnessed:

People offering free unasked criticism to artists because they're not happy with the way their favourites are portrayed, stating that 'they deserve to know what they did wrong so they can improve' while the feedback they offered was 'why does everyone look like they're on ozem***' (idk if i need to tw this word)

Also giving feedback AND REVIEWS to FANFIC as if they're published works (and adding them on GOODREADS TO RATE)

People mass producing binded fanfiction and making THOUSANDS of dollars off work they did not create (they stole the artwork too)

People running incomplete fanfictions through AI because the writer wasn't updating and COMMENTING on the fic telling others to do the same so they can get an ending

And now, in the span of two days:

People trying to argue that if they can't sell binded fanfiction, then you're not allowed to commission fanart from artists either

The same people encouraging people to use AI or steal fanart for their binds

ALSO the same people openly admitting that when they typset fics, they will edit the fanfiction and change entire sentences so that it 'makes more sense to them' -- one person complained the entire fic was rough gramatically and was seeking permission not from the author but OTHER BINDERS to freely edit as they please

I'm trying to be a positive person in the communities I'm in, but GOD I am so tired. Every day I fight a battle deciding if I should just be a worse person, everyone's doing whatever the hell they want anyway.

[beckyninja]

*gasps happily* Theo and his serf-girl return! Yay!

I am beyond excited that these two have become recurring characters.

And when he called her "my love"... 😭

I request that you write about whatever 40k character you've currently got brainworms for. Space Marine or Primarch, smut, angst, or fluff, it don't matter to me. I love them all, and everything you write ends up being a treat to read :)

Author's note: If you or any other serf you know is suffering from Sad Pussy Disease, please report to your nearest Captain.

Relationships: Theo (Lamenter OC)/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Vaguely lewd, Slight period kink,

Theo's vox begins to hail with a sudden alarm across his helmet's hud, from a channel he recognizes. He steps away for a brief moment and pulling off from his squad of brothers, before answering.

"What is wrong?"

He says, voice filled with worry. A million different things races through his mind with a speed that only an astartes can muster.

He gave this channel to you for emergencies- to make sure you were safe while he was gone. Serfs generally took good care of each other but Theo knew you were outcast by a lot of them since becoming his personal serf, friendships fading away as you moved to his quarters to tend to him. He wanted to give you the ability to tell him if something was wrong; If he needed to perhaps even ask a favor of a brother.

Moments after he speaks your voice is like a gentle song that washes over him, even with the crackle and distortion of a vox channel reaching the limits of its communications span. He can see distantly up in orbit the ship you're on from his position planetside, but even that stretches the limits of his short range comms.

"...I miss you..."

Theo lets out a massive sigh from his three lungs, once he realizes you aren't in danger. His voice loses that sense of worry and instead changes to a more stern tone.

"This channel was not for you to use unless there was an emergency." You whine, and Theo feels his resolve break a bit; He hates how your pleading and begging tears right through his armor at his resolve. "We are ahead of our projections, we should return by the end of the solar week." You whine again, and he can just barely hear you rolling around on his cot.

"If this next advancement goes to plan as well, some of us might return to the ship to regroup. I might see you then."

Theo ignores a curious look from a fellow Lamenter passing by, who then realizes he's standing so oddly away from them due to taking on vox.

"But you will still have your armor on?" Theo wonders what is with all your odd questions, but answers anyways.

"Yes, but I can still visit you with-'

You let out an even louder whine, cutting him off.

"But I miss you, Theo."

He doesn't get what you mean at first, before you clarify. There's a desperation and sadness in your voice he isn't entirely familiar with.

"My cycle just started and I miss you, nothing else is working I just want you..."

You can hear the crackle of silence over the vox, before he clears his throat. This was the last thing he needed to hear while being swamped in enemy fire underneath the sweltering heat of this desert world. Sand crunches in the seams of his armor, while he can only think of the softness of your skin.

"My fingers don't feel as good as you..."

Theo has been feeling hungry, having been at least two Terran months since he last bit you, and now he knows that with your cycle- you had taught him the term and it's meaning in a lengthy conversation- started, he now has a literal feast laying in his quarters right now. One that is whining, begging for his cock.

Theo walks away a bit farther, to avoid anyone hearing his voice through his helmet. Astartes ears are more than a bit keen, and even if they're busy talking through battlefield theoreticals he does not want them catching even a single word of this.

But it is not... Unheard of around the Lamenters for them to take solace in their baseline refugees. It is also not unheard of for serfs like you that bleed monthly to be rare meals for wayward Lamenters; The scent alone oftentimes has them drooling, and to have a taste of blood with less risk of injuring their baseline companions is a tantalizing opinion.

"My love, I will return to you soon,"

He is going to punish you for this; Now he has to fight in this dead, skeleton filled desert knowing he has you wet and waiting for him in the confines of his quarters.

"And when I am back, I am going to mouth that cunt of yours until you regret ever using this vox for reasons you weren't supposed to."

He hears your excited little noise. He knows he's giving you exactly what you want, but he can't help it. Neither his heart or stomach will allow it.

"l'll see you soon,"

You say with a pep on your voice, the sound of something happy to get their way. Theo wonders if you realize just how rare you are to be able to command an astartes.

"Soon. Now end this vox and do not touch it again unless you are in danger."

You do as he tells you, but he swears he can hear the start of a laugh right before you cut the connection.