#battlebrothers

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[historitor-bookshelf]

Primaris vs. Firstborn

[ahamkara-apologist]

FUCK I WAS GONNA HAVE AERIS'S SHIP BE NAMED THE ACCIPITER AND THEN I REMEMBERED THAT CROW'S SHIP IS THE RADIANT ACCIPITER WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW

[candyswirls]

Crying in the Dark - Part 3: Meeting

Prequel - Previous - Next - Master Post

Synopsis: Lion meets all of the little ones

TW: None

Several serfs helped fill a pack with containers of fresh and hot food.

The Lion was dressed in a robe and carried his sword as he prepared to enter the forest.

One of the new primaris marines came forth. Pitir. An awkward but enthusiastic battlebrother.

“My Lord,” he said, “Will you bring them back?”

“If they’ll follow,” the Lion answered. “I think introducing others to them first will be better. They are similar to how I was when Luther found me.”

The Primaris nodded, “I had younger siblings and was one of the oldest in my village. I am used to being around little ones.”

He had told his sons all he knew about the little ones. Some were incredibly wary of these little ones. Others, like Pitir, were eager to learn more about them and even to meet them.

Various theories and thoughts had been brought forth. Perhaps they had been children but were coated in strange metal like Ferrus Manus’ hands. Some thought it to be a trick of the warp. That they were daemons that infiltrated the warp. Some theorized they were psykers who were wronged by chaos. They were a child of one of his brothers. Automatons created by Vulkan or the Adeptus Mechanicus.

He was going to bring food rations to them in hopes of further gaining their trust. He also was a bit worried about them.

“Emperor Guide you,” one of the serfs bowed as the pack was finished.

“Thank you,” he nodded as he pulled on the pack. “I will be back.”

***

He trekked through the forest, scanning the underbrush for any glowing. Listening for their young and high pitched voices.

After a while he paused. He hadn’t seen hide nor hair of them.

He dared to call them, “Little ones!”

His voice reached far but no answer.

“Little ones??” He called again.

He didn’t know any of their names, or their language. There was a phrase the red one had declared.

“Chichi-Bon!!” He yelled out.

After a moment he tried once more, “Chichi-Bon!!”

He let out a sigh of relief, as he saw one slide out from the trees. It was the red one. She looked confused then her ears perked up upon seeing him.

She came running and jumped to a stop as she looked at him.

She babbled something at him.

“Glad to have found you, little one,” he said.

“Chichi-Bon,” she said.

“Yes, I called you,” he nodded. “Chichi-Bon.”

He held his fist up in sign of victory.

She shook her head and pointed at her self.

“Chichi-Bon.” She repeated as she tapped her chest. “Chichi-Bon.”

Lion paused for a moment then copied the motion, “Chichi-Bon.”

She shook her head and pointed to herself.

He pointed at her, “Chichi-Bon.”

She nodded her head.

“You are called Chichi-Bon,” he mused.

She grinned and pointed at herself again.

“Chichi-Bon,” she said then she pointed at Lion. “Uncle Lion.”

He blinked at her, dumbfounded.

“Repeat that,” he insisted.

She just stared.

He pointed at her, “Chichi-Bon.”

Then back at himself.

She shrugged, “Uncle Lion.”

He stared into her blue eyes, glowing. He studied her features, closer than he had the others. There were slight variations but they all appeared similar or related.

She had Magnus’s nose. They all did. But they looked like Sanguinius…

He shook his head. He hadn’t told them his name, and she used a High Gothic word that defined a familial relationship. The Watchers had said they were close to him…

She moved around him and “ooh-ed” at the pack, sniffing the air around it.

She took his hand and pulled him towards where she came.

He looked at the feathered metal along her shoulder blades. Semblance of wings.

She brought him to a grove where various packs were arranged in a half circle. Each had a blanket in front of it and a stuffed toy that looked like an Astartes. One had the figurine he had fixed on the blanket.

There were two other little ones there. One was orange and another was blue. The blue one had ears curving up like horns. They moved forward to greet him.

The blue one smiled as she took Lion’s other hand.

Emotions pulsed up his arm and into his heart and head.

Welcome. Happy. Excited. Good. Familiarity.

The red one relayed something to them.

She then turned and let out what could be described as a trill.

Moments later, others began coming into the clearing. Those he recognized and ones he hadn’t seen before. Most were excited and cheered at seeing him.

There were fifteen, same number of packs. Each a different color if not similar to another. There was one that was a deep purple, darker blue, light yellow.

He pulled off his pack and pulled out each container.

The little ones oohed and aahed.

They quickly went to their packs and pulled out dishes with utensils. Simple slates that were well kept. He allowed them to split the food up between each other.

One pulled out a large cushion from their pack and brought it over to Lion.

She patted it, motioning him to sit. He did so, appreciating the gesture.

They formed a circle with him as they ate. They chatted with each other and few chased each other around.

He was amazed as he watched them interact with each other.

The orange one came walking up, holding her hands behind her back.

Lion held out a hand to her. She walked forward and took it as she studied his face.

They all silenced and were watching him.

He tried the only word he knew, “Chichi-Bon.”

He pointed to the red one as she raised her hand.

“Canandes,” the orange one said.

The teal one was next to him.

She shrunk and mumbled, “Bashu.”

The next was the purple one he had met.

“Xuxudon,” she answered.

They went around one by one.

Blue was Elnori.

Dark Green was Kettra.

Druzilla was white.

Pink was Quexon.

Her magenta twin was Yuuska.

Smyne was dark purple.

Havine light yellow.

Fantan light blue.

Gerra light green.

Sespa dark blue.

Then finally the yellow one. Hapipola.

She then pointed at Lion and said, “Uncle Lion.”

They all erupted into a chorus of calling him that. Chanting it almost.

His jaw was agape.

“You’re my nieces?” He questioned.

They stared back, unable to understand him.

He reached out his arms, unsure of what to do.

They surged forward, clambering to be in his embrace. They nuzzled against him, hugging him. They all could barely fit into his arms. Some hung off his back or came to hug his side.

Their curly and frizzy hair floated in unseen wind. Partially see through and ghostlike.

Having them all here and so close overwhelmed him.

He could not quite describe it but it felt as though some of his brothers were with him.

He pulled them closer as the feeling grew stronger. Tears pricked his eyes as his emotions overcame him. It was similar to when he saw Commander Dante wearing the death mask. But he was lacking the anger.

He felt irked as he recognized what felt as a psychic presence. One he had felt before. But it was different. Weaker. Scattered. But close. It was curious and proud.

There was a third. Strong and kind. Warm. Usually taken for granted but was always a sure beacon.

One of the little ones pressed a cheek against his.

He closed his eyes, breathing in their scent. Children had a distinct scent. These ones had it. But also similar to some of his brothers. Various spices of planets covered in heat. Flames, not smoke or burning wood, but flames.

He could feel their warmth and hear the double heartbeats.

He did not recall falling asleep.

***

Yet he found himself struggling to open his eyes. He was still in the clearing but leaned against a tree. All of the little ones were piled atop of him, wrapped in blankets as they slept peacefully.

Only Bashu was up. She played with the astartes figurine. Piling up leaves and sticks and making bolter sounds with her mouth to take out the enemies she imagined. She shuffled the figurine forward to punch a leave pile enemy then smacked it away as she giggled.

Lion looked around. How late was it? But he couldn’t move. Not without waking them up.

He couldn’t leave his sons waiting. He’d been here long enough.

He slowly sat up, gently depositing them onto the ground.

Some yawned and rolled back to sleep while others woke.

“Sorry little ones,” he said. “But I must be going.”

Bashu stood and ran to where his pack was. All containers were cleaned and placed in neatly when he peered in.

“Thank you,” he said.

Those that were awake moved in to embrace him and bid goodbye.

They waved and flopped their arms as he left.

As soon as he was back in the fortress his sons nearly pounced on him, awaiting his arrival.

Waves of relief washed over them, ebbing away at concerned and worried faces. He felt guilty at making them wait.

“My Lord!” Zabriel sighed. “You’ve been gone for nearly an entire day! We feared the worst.”

“My apologies,” Lion said as he rested a hand on his son’s pauldron. “I- I am alright. It’s embarrassing to say but I fell asleep. All is well though.”

Pitir frowned, “You fell asleep? Like an old man?”

Several shot the youth a look. He was confused why they did so until it dawned on him.

“Oh.”

Lion chuckled, “Yes, like an old man. I’m leaning into it even more now. They fell asleep on me as well though. They ate all the food. There are fifteen of them, each a different color. I managed to learn their names. They already knew mine. They called me uncle.”

His sons watched intently, taking up each new piece of information.

Lion continued, “I can feel a presence of a brother with them. They’re my nieces.”

(I’m so excited!! They’re getting revealed more!! I made them literally days after I started getting into Warhammer. So all the way back in June. I have so many writings of them already where they’ve been established and they’re so fun to write.

Next chapter should be coming this week.)

[definitely-not-an-alb]

Larry/Rita, badly written as it(/she) is, does point out something to me, which is that the whole 'how can you ship [completely unrelated characters] it's incest!!!' is often extra ridiculous to me because actually I want it to be incestuous-y. A Larry who's fully aware he's using Rita as an Ersatz-Mum but also having a romantic relationship with her and that that is weird as hell is objectively the more interesting character. Personal preference, of course, but it is very much the same for me with Widobrave. I'd be way more interested, I think, to a lot of 'battlebrothers'-pairings if the authors or shippers would actually commit to the bit and make them fuck brotherly and sisterly, too.

While the fandom-trend of casting characters into strict roles within a normative family structure under the guise of 'found family' is insanely annoying, fact is that this pseudo-family typecasting is a real relationship dynamic that happens all the time everywhere, and people are extremely weird about it, and I think it's just more fun to lean in and get even weirder with it than to pretend no one would realistically ever banged an older woman he thought of as his mum kinda maybe listen it's complicated and we're emotionally so unwell this is the least of our problems.

[sharenadraculea]

Rambelings about female Astartes

So, I think a lot of us have heard or seen or have memes/headcanons like „Female space marines basically look like male ones“ or „all astartes are he/him for administrative reasons!“ Which obviously are very fun. I do like them. A lot. But also… the consequences this would have for female astartes? Especially their mental health? Oh the drama! Cue the manic laugther

Imagine you are a woman, be it cis or trans, or just generally a more femme person. And you are in a hypermasculine society/group, that is super masculine and does masculine things like ripping demons apart with giang chaonsaws and swearing endless love to your battlebrothers. Which probally get‘s kind of annoying for everone, but is might still be mostly fine.

Now imagine that your body is also super masculine. Very broad shoulders, no boobs, deep voice, if you don‘t shave you‘ll grow a beard. You can‘t change this. Your society absoultly can do hormone treatments and boob jobs but you won‘t get them. A lot of people would get dysphoria from that sooner or later. And as someone who suffers/suffered from ligther forms of dysphoria, it is absolutly horrible. It can make you harm yourself. It can make you kill yourself.

Now add in that everyone expects you to be male and treats you like this. They use he/him pronouns for you and call you Sir, maybe even after beeing told that you don‘t want that. You still get misgendered all the damn time. The clothes you are issued are seen as masc by your society. People often don‘t even acknowledge that there are women in your organisation.

And now do this for decades, if not centuries. Would be really fun, right? No, of course not, but it would make for a very interesting character. (So of course that‘s what I‘m doing with my astartes-oc Johanna. I‘ll absolutly be rambeling about her soonish)

[crystal-grotto]

5 video game or movie OSTs you associate with your muse? (Any Muse)

Alex

1. The Four Horsemen - BF1 OST

2. Blood and Moonlight - Bramble OST

3. Beasts and Exploration - Battlebrothers OST

4. A Malice Unleashed - Runescape 3 OST

5. Your Heart Shall Burn In Battle - DAI OST

[thethronezone]

Brother Aaron would like to preface this by reminding people that he didn’t really knew a lot about pregnancies and the act of giving birth. He knew the bare essentials of it, he wasn’t an idiot, but beyond the fact that after nine months a baby was pushed out, he had to shamefully admit that he was largely ignorant on the matter. It wasn’t exactly a popular reading topic amongst space marines.

He certainly hadn’t expected there to be so much screaming involved.

“FUG IT HURTS SO FRAKKING BAD! SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!”

“Ma’am. Ma’am please. Remember to breathe.”

“FRAK YOU, I AM BREATHING!”

“Oh Terra, this is a nightmare…”

That, Aaron could agree with. This was certainly not an ideal situation by any stretch of the imagination. When Lady Dorn’s pregnancy had been announced, there had been plans. Preparations. As no one had ever given birth to a Primarch’s child before, no one knew what to expect. That’s why the birth was meant to take place under the watchful eyes of several experienced midwives, a handful of Apothecary’s and a team of senior mangos biologis’, all waiting on standby in case of an emergency.

Nothing was going to be left up to chance.

What no one had expected was for the Legion Mother to go into labor in the middle of an ork WAAAGH, in a dilapidated shed, with only a small entourage of space marines to help her.

The Legion Mother threw her head back in a scream of pain as yet another contraction hit her. Her grip on Aaron’s hand tightened with such force that, had he been unaugmented, something in his hand would certainly have broken. As it was, Aaron barely even winced in discomfort. Still, for a baseline human, that was a fair amount of strength. Had the circumstances been different then he would have praised her for it. Instead he settled for patting her hand in an awkward display of sympathy and solidarity.

“You’re doing great ma’am” he reassured. He thought about it for a second before adding “It will be over soon” His Lady didn’t answer him, too busy hissing in pain through clenched teeth, but Aaron felt fairly confident that she appreciated the encouragement. He glanced at his battlebrother. “How dilated is she?”

“7 centimeters” replied brother Lincoln from where he was situated between her knees and who, honestly, looked a little too fascinated by what he was seeing. He had always been a weird one and frankly, Aaron had the real concern that this might just make him worse. But since Lincoln was the one amongst them that was the best at first aid he had been the one to be designated emergency midwife, a duty that he had taken on with glee. “Oh, 7 and a half now! It’s really quite fascinating how stretchy a baseline can be!”

From where he stood by the door as a lookout, brother Dmitri paled. “Oh Terra… Please don’t describe it.” He had taken one look at the Legion Mother going into labor and almost fainted. Which, to be quite honest, was quite an overreaction in Aarons opinion. Dmitri had seen people melt after being doused in acid and not even flinched but this somehow made him feel weak in the knees? Ridiculous. Aaron would direct him to the captain once this was over for some much needed discipline.

Lady Dorn gasped. “Oh frak, IT’S COMING!”

Brother Lincoln frowned and gave her an unimpressed look. “Well can you keep it in? You’re not fully dilated yet.”

Had Aaron not been holding her down then he was fairly certain she would have lunged at Lincoln and beaten him to death, space marine or not, she would have found a way to do it. As it was, all she could do was glare at him with eyes filled with burning hatred. “I AM GOING TO GIVE BIRTH TO THIS BABY AND THEN STRANGLE YOU WITH THE UMBILICAL CORD!”

Aaron patted her hand once more. “Don’t worry ma’am, I’m sure brother Lincoln was just speaking out of concern.” The Legion Mother glared at him with passionate gratitude. Suddenly, a violent shudder rippled through her and she screamed. Brother Lincoln made a sound of delight. Confused by the sound, brother Dmitri threw a quick glance over his shoulder, only to immediately cover his mouth with a nauseated expression.

“Oh Terra, is that-?”

“It is!” Brother Lincoln scooted closer to Lady Dorn, the cloth they had scavenged in his hands. “It’s the baby’s head! Now my lady, while I would have liked for you to be at least 9 centimeters dilated, I guess this will do. Now, all you need to do is push-”

Clearly, direction was unneeded as Lady Dorn threw her head back once more and pushed with everything she had. She roared a mighty roar, one that would have stopped even the most fearless space marines in their tracks. “I’M GOING TO CUT OFF ROGAL’S DICK FOR DOING THIS TO ME!” She took a deep breath before pushing once more. “I WILL FEED HIS TESTICLES TO THE SQUIGS! RAM HIS CHAINSWORD UP HIS ASS!”

Now, normally, Aaron would not have allowed such threats to his Primarch. But considering the fact that Lady Dorn was a) romantically involved with him and had earned a certain privilege and b) was currently in labor and experiencing a tremendous amount of pain, he decided to let it go for now. He didn’t want to distract her from what she was doing, after all. So, for the time being, he let her scream threats of bodily harm without repercussion and simply continued to pat her hand.

“You’re so close my lady, just a little more and- There!” Lady Dorn went completely limp and for a short few seconds, there was a heavy silence. Then, a high pitched wail. Everyone in the shed let out a breath of relief. Brother Lincoln smiled. “Good work my lady! It’s a girl! And judging by the lack of extra limbs and a sufficient number of fingers and toes, a non-mutant one!”

Lady Dorn released her iron grip on Aaron’s hand and weakly reached towards brother Lincoln. “I need- I need to hold her.” Her voice was weak and hoarse from all the screaming. “Give her to me.” Brother Lincoln quickly swaddled the baby in cloth and handed it over to their lady who immediately embraced her child. It was still weakly wailing but was starting to calm down. From where it’s face peeked out from the cloth, Aaron could spot a small tuft of white hair. It made him smile. Lady Dorn was also smiling, a soft expression on her face as she gazed lovingly at her child.

“Good job, ma’am,” Aaron said and, since he was no longer holding her hand, patted her shoulder. Despite his supposed task of standing guard, brother Dmitri stepped closer. He avoided looking at the mess between Lady Dorn’s legs, eyes instead focused on the baby.

“Huh, not as ugly as I thought it would be.” Lady Dorn glared at the insensitive space marine and, feeling dismayed on the behalf of his lord’s child, Aaron punched him. “Ow! I was just saying! I thought it was going to be more-” he made a juddering motion with his hands, “jiggly I suppose? Like raw liver. And it’s so tiny.”

“It is certainly… smaller than I thought it would be” admitted brother Lincoln as he was wiping up the blood. He had a thoughtful look on his face.

Lady Dorn huffed. “Certainly didn’t feel small to me.” She smiled at her baby that had just started to calm down. “No, I would say she was just the right- Hnnnng!” Suddenly, their lady tensed, a tight expression of pain on her face.

Aaron made a concerned expression. “What’s wrong? Isn’t it supposed to be over?”

Brother Lincoln hummed. “Well, yes. Unless…” He touched lady Dorn’s stomach with two bloody hands and pressed lightly. After just a short moment, his expression lit up with delight. “Incredible!”

“What?” asked brother Dmitri, worried. “What’s going on?”

Smiling brightly, brother Lincoln patted lady Dorn’s leg and took a spot between her legs again. “Seems like we will have to stay here for a while longer, brothers!” He laughed and rubbed his hands together with glee. “It appears our lady is having twins!”

Brother Dmitri’s face paled as he stumbled back towards the doorway and lady Dorn made a horrified expression. Aaron simply sighed and grabbed a hold of her hand once more. He just hoped this time there would be less cursing.

When the Legion Mother is going into labour, who'll help her?

It's between an Apothecary or a group of midwives. And I think I'll go with the latter. Apothecary specifically are made to treat Astarte physiology. I don't think they'll even know what to do in the moment they'll get a new brother 😭😭

Fun fact, in Eye of Ezekiel a group of dark angels are actually forced to help a civilian woman give birth. Well not forced but you get what I mean. She unfortunately doesn’t make it but the baby does.

I think think the potential for a fic where poor Lady Guilliman or lady Sanguinus goes into labor while only in the presence of her retinue would be fucking hilarious.

Like they have zero idea what to do, there’s no midwife around for even emotional support, and like, this is your genefather’s wife and child, you cannot fuck this up. Hilarious.

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[bolters-and-rivets]

"They burst into flames if they get too excited"

I have a very vivid image in my mind due to the wording of this sentence:

Imagine standing at a firing line readying for battle against deamonettes of Slaanesh, and as the run into view the battlebrother next to you to spontaneously combusts, followed by the squad captain calling out.

"Brother Josh, contain yourself!"

Weirdest space marine chapter? I'm looking for absolutely strange and bizarre dudes.

Probably the Flame Falcons. Nothing out of the ordinary about their behaviour. However, if they got too excited they’d burst into flames. It didn’t hurt them, either.

The Imperium found it a little too weird and dropped the Grey Knights on them.

[lairofwonders]

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[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

Given how we have no clue how people in 30k or 40k speak given the millenia of lingual drift and how the lore we got is just a translation from whatever "Gothic" is, what we read as "you have commited Heresy!" might be something else entirely.

Like "Battlebrother, t'was not very cash money of you!"

I think the swedish phrase “o-bror” would lend itself very nicely to the 40k universe.

Because a lot of the space marine are very o-broderliga.

[voxfeles]

I don’t like the sound of that....