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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 2 days ago

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Death Is Not The Worst Option

Author's note: So @jaghatai-khock and I are collaborating on Ari the Son of the Phoenix, and Their two characters are White Scar Primaris Kai'Tan friend Their Chaos Iron Warrior Ordayus and their journeys are trying to survive. The two of them were friends before getting Split Apart. Thanks for letting me borrow your boys!

Summary: Ari wakes up, after a battle. He's not in The Sons of the Phoenix Apothecarium.

Warning: Dehumanization. Let me know if I need to tag anything else.

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Ari woke up, that in itself is not an unusual occurrence, he remembers that he and his squad of battle brothers had been fighting against Heretics- Chaos Marines who were trying to take over a loyal planet of the Imperium. He and his brothers had been sent out to oust the Chaos Scum and send them back to the Warp.

He had been tending to one of his wounded cousins- this had been a joint venture between the Sons of the Phoenix and the White Scars- an injured Primaris Marine by the name of Kai. He'd gotten to know Kai over the course of the mission and had become fast friends and battle brothers with him.

He is able to see a fuzzy image of a First Born Space Marine- his hearts plummeting to his stomach as he sees the marks of Chaos and disgusting Warp-inflicted mutations upon the form of the grizzled veteran. The older Apothecary had an assistant with him as he hears the twisted, dual toned voices of the Chaos Traitor speak.

Last thing Ari could recall was tending to Kai and shooting at Chaos Traitors. There had been a glint of something and he had dragged his patient, Kai- and there was a flash of something. And then everything went dark. He frowns as he looks around the Apothecarium. He moves and realizes that he can barely move more than a centimeter or so before he's stopped in his movements by something.

He looks down and frowns as he sees that he's been stripped of his armor and tied down to a bed. He hears and spots movement out of the corner of his eyes and pretends to sleep as he hears someone coming closer and he opens his eyes just enough to see who or what it was, while feigning sleep.

The words the bastard says makes no sense.

"And this Primaris Marine- oh excellent, those are hard to catch, is fully virile, and physically intact enough to get the vaginoplasty surgery to make it more valuable and able to carry and sire neophytes." The Chaos Apothecary says, gesturing at him.

Ari snarls and lunges- and lets out a grunt of pain as the restraints zap him with electricity. The pain of it hurts, and his vision whites out a little bit. He makes sure to keep himself from biting off his own tongue as he refuses to give satisfaction to his bastard captors by letting out noises of pain.

What the fuck? He does not like the sound of that his eyes snapping open as he growls, "I will die before I become a traitor! Or allow you to do disgusting unwanted surgeries on me Chaos Traitor!"

"Oh, you don't have a choice, Boy." The Chaos Marine retorts, "You are awake earlier than expected. "interesting, usually for Sons of Dorn of your size you should be knocked out for few hours more... Then again I have heard that you Primaris Marines are Hybridized... with what I'll make sure to test."

After what seemed like an eternity, the electricity stops and the pain ends and he pants silently as he glowers up at the bastard Chaos Traitor. He spots Kai in one of the other beds nearby. Also awake and watching quietly for now.

"Well, you are freshly caught," The Chaos Marine tisks, "however, you will learn what we want out of you for behavior young one."

"Release me and my fellow Loyalists and your suffering will be short as we send you back to the Light of the God Emperor for judgement," Ari snarls back.

There is a strange almost tingling sensation in his back and suddenly he goes limp, he can barely control his eyes and breath, he tries to speak, but his body has gone limp without his command.

"We put spinal implants into newly captured Pets," The Chaos Apothecary says, "So that naughty little loyalists don't try to harm themselves or anyone else."

"Well, with our knowledge of Warp Magics and science," One of the other Thousand Sons Apothecaries says, "We can get the other one patched up easily enough."

He frowns, brows furrowing at the term Pet, or at least they would, if he had control of his body, what the fuck was that term meant? An insult, most likely.

The Thousand Son turns towards where Kai is. "Tch, I dislike the fact that the other one has sustained some damages."

"And take the cost out on who ever buys either one of the Primaris Marines." A Third voice, he's barely able to turn his head to look at whoever spoke and he'd gasp if he'd control of his body.

The person who spoke was a Loyalist- at least he looked like it, still a bastard traitor. With the look of contentment on his face. Ari tries to glare at the other space marine. A Space Wolf in Rune Priest grab, who are as far as he knows a mixture of Apothecary and Librarian. As Ari glares more at the supposed Loyalist who's tending to Kai, the Space wolf turns to the Chaos Traitors.

"Master Apothecary?" The Space wolf asks politely.

"Yes Pet?" The Apothecary asks.

"The damaged White Scars has a functional womb," The Space wolf says.

"Oh, that will up the price of the White Scar- as they won't need the surgery to turn them into a Carrier," The Thousand Sons muses. "And since he's a Scout- he's not got much in the way of scars, excellent."

The Space Wolf Apothecary comes over to check over Ari some more, "The young Apothecary Primaris Marine only has minimal scarring, and as stated, he's a prime candidate for getting the vaginoplasty. He's not got any injuries, so I can get him prepared for the surgery. Will he be given something to keep him unconscious during the surgery?"

"I think unconscious for the surgery," One of the Thousand Sons says after the Chaos bastard watches the way his eyes widen a little as the four minutes of going limp ends and he can control his body again. "Iron Warriors tend to have a thing for Sons of Dorn after all. This one will have a hard time once he's sold. Likely to an Iron Warrior of some kind or another."

"Son of Dorn, this one?" One of the others says with a doubtful look, "His eyes are blue- and purple. His hair is silver-blond. His skin is dark brown."

"Yeah? What of it?" One of the others say.

"Purple is usually Sons of Fulgrim and Lorgar," The second Apothecary points out.

"Silver Blond is several of the primarchs, Dorn and Fulgrim included," The First Apothecary says with a shrug, "And they are noted as Sons of Dorn."

Ari gets knocked out with an injection. He wakes up an... unknown amount of time later and he feels a throbbing agony in his nether region and knows that he's had the vaginoplasty surgery. He still, to his surprise, has a cock, but he now has ... extra bits. Unwanted bits.

The next two weeks are... hazy and filled with pain. Kai's allowed to be near him. And the White Scar has bitten more than a few attendants when they try to touch Ari while he's wounded. They are both soundly scolded for being "naughty, feral little shits."

Kai will bite and attack, not just the Chaos Fuckers, but the pathetic so called Loyalist Pets for going after his wounded battle cousin. Ari he keeps carefully shoved in the back of their shared cell as he growls at the bastards that comes near them.

One of the rare times that they manage to separate the pair of Primaris Marines. The Wrathful and enraged Roar and how the White Scar Primaris, despite the collar which zaps and forces his body to go limp if he's too exuberant managed to break out of the cell- breaking the bars with his bare hands and charged into the room where Ari- who had his teeth locked around the wrist of one of the Loyalist Pets.

There was a warning label slapped on their shared cell.

Warning: Do not, under any circumstances, Separate. Bonded Pair.

There are several warning and complaints in both of their files, however Kai has the notes in his file as being the feistier and verbal of the pair of them. The Primaris Scout Primaris White Scar is chomping at the bit. He wants to be free- he wants to escape. He wants Ari to escape with him.

He wants to get his armor- and avenge himself and the indignities that he and Ari have had to suffer and endure at the hands of the Chaos Marines. It takes two weeks for Ari to heal from the surgery that has added more organs and potential health risks and complications.

Ari and Kai tend to curl around each other like a pair of skittish, affectionate cats. Some of the Thousand Sons patronizingly cooing at the pair of them, how cute they were cuddled together. To which they'd snarl and try to lash out and bite and strike at their captors. Despite their bodies going limp and getting zapped in punishment. With the bastards flinching back for a moment, it was worth it.

"How can you be so pathetic?" Kai asks one of the Loyalist pets. "Why won't you help us escape?"

"You Scouts will learn," The Loyalist says with a sigh, "it will be better, to give in. Less pain, less suffering if you just do what they want. If you obey, if you submit. Things will go better."

"Never!" Both Primaris Marines say in righteous rage. "Why won't you help us escape?"

"Because, we are on a ship in the eye of Terror, there is no where to go to, no where to escape." The older Loyalist first born says with a tired sigh. "You will both be taken to the Market soon."

"... What Market?" Kai asks, no demands of the Loyalist.

"Well," The Loyalist says, "The Market where they sell Loyalist, Renegades, and other Sentient beings to be sold to Chaos Masters, pray that you get sold together, and also that it's to a Chaos Marine. And not to a Dark Eldar, or something worse."

"We want to escape not be sold to some Chaos Bastard," Kai snarls and glares at the so-called Loyalist.

"... You likely will be unable to, young one," The First Born says with a tired sigh, "You will learn. Or die. Or something far, far worse will happen to you."

Kai growls and Ari frowns at the First Born, who Ari pities a little bit for being so broken by the Chaos Marines, to be so obedient. Astartes feel no fear. The God Emperor made them so.

"Is the Market on a planet or a ship?" Ari asks.

"It depends," The Loyalist says, "Sometimes its a neutral ship, sometimes its a planet."

Ari and Kai give each other a look. If they can, they are going to try and escape during the Market and steal a ship to escape back to the Imperium. The older loyalist sees the expressions on their faces and sighs again.

"The security for the Market is very strict, and they will be on the lookout for Pets trying to escape being sold, or trained Pets from escaping their Master." The First Born Pet Loyalist warns, "And the punishments for getting caught, are... very harsh and public."

"They'd have to catch us," Kai says, "We Primaris are much faster than you slow old First Borns."

"The collars will stop you from being able to escape, young ones," The Older Marine says with a sigh.

It breaks his hearts to see some of the newest of Pets show up. They are always so rowdy and so upset with their situation and what's going on. To see their fire and fight drain and fade, the spark of light die. It hurts to watch as they turn from proud Space Marines, to submissive, obedient Pets. It stings his hearts, and certain memories that are long faded come back and nightmares to resurface that haunts him.

Ari and Kai wake up from an enforced sleep, they had been drugged and they heard one of the Thousand sons talking to someone. And the pair of groggy Primaris marines curl around each other and watch the place. They are somewhere new- a Market. it's kind of loud and they can see all sorts of Chaos Marines, and other creatures.

And rows and rows of cells with baselines humans, other astartes, and other sentient xenos species kept in cages with potential buyers and their captors, who are selling them.

"And you say that the Bonded Pair are both Primaris Marines and Feisty?" an Iron Warrior- who's an ugly bastard with some Chaos mutations on his form.

"Yes War Smith Ordayus." The Thousand son says, "One is an Son of Dorn, the other is a Son of Jaghatai."

"... Son of Dorn and a Son of the War Hawk huh?' the Iron Warrior says a dark gleam appearing on his face, "I want to have strong Neophytes."

"It's best if you buy both of them War Smith," The Thousand Son insists.

"Oh, why?" War Smith Ordayus asks.

"They are a Bonded Pair- and the amount of Warp-hells they cause when they are separated is just not worth it." The Warp Sorcerers grumbles.

"How much for them, then?" War Smith Ordayus asks.

"Well they are both fully fertile Primaris Marines," The Thousand says, "And both are from rarer to catch Chapters."

Kai and Ari ignore the haggling the pair of Chaos Traitors do. It's insulting, it's upsetting. Slowly Kai and Ari untangle themselves from each other while the pair of Chaos Traitors are distracted by each other and the sale. Ari blocks their view of Kai as the White Scar tries to pry open the bars of their cage. There is a familiar sound of electricity and a groan.

"You are correct, stubborn and feisty," The Iron Warrior chuckles, "Bold and daring too, in order to try and break out of the cage, while two Chaos Marines are so close. And their little friend blocking our eyesight to block us from seeing it. Cute. Clever, and so stupid."

"They are both Scout-Aged," The Thousand Son says, "So they will be able to breed and carry for many years, so long as you take care of them."

#oc: Ari #Primaris Marine #Loyalist Space marine #Chaos Marine #First Born Traitor Marine #Iron Warriors #Captured Alive is Worse AU #Pet!Au #dehumanization #Pet AU #OCs #non consensual surgery #The Market AU #oc: Kai #oc: Ordayus

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 6 months ago

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Break All

Author's notes: Hura in Husbandry AU. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric.

Past =-= Next

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

Summary: Hura gets called in to take young Cedric with him to the Chaos base where the twitchy Imhoden is to do his intake exam. He notices that Cedric seems... Upset and Zariel's being... suspicious.

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

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Hura had spoken with Zariel over vox, about transferring young Cedric to the Chaos base for a few days so that he’d be able to help with the twitchy and flighty new arrival of the Loyalist Thousand Sons Imhoden.

He arrived at the base, with the pass in hand, and patiently waited to be processed, amused with the way that the Loyalists were watching and not-watching him. Even with the almost-treaty between the larger Chaos War-bands and the Loyalists, things were understandably tense with the way things are between the Corpse Worshippers and the Followers of Chaos.

He steps up to the Space Marine in charge of intake and greeting visitors, an Ultramarine who was trying valiantly to not go for his Bolter as he handed over his credentials and stated his reason for being at the base.

Zariel shows up with young Cedric at his elbow, Hura watches the pair as they head over to them. Something seems to be bothering young Cedric, from the way his eyes are dancing from person to person, and from exit to exit.

There seems to be something… tense and almost protective in Zariel’s stance. He’s heard from others that a feral war band of Loyalist Black Templars is in the area. Hura also knows that they have likely stopped at this base, since it’s partly run by Imperial Fists, and Black Templars are a successor chapter to resupply, among other things.

“Hello Apothecary Cedric,” Hura croons out to the younger Apothecary, he watches the way Cedric almost flinches at him and hides a frown at that.

He turns to give Zariel A Look, and kindly warbles out to the youngest of the trio of Apothecary Marines saying, “I need to speak with Zariel for a moment, Cedric, can you handle my outtake with the Ultramarine at the welcome desk, they seem to be a frightfully jumpy sort. Perhaps your face will ease their anxieties, young one.”

“Yes, sir,” Cedric says, not looking him in the eyes, as he nods and heads over to the welcome desk to start Hura’s and his check out process with the person manning the desk.

“Zariel,” Hura croons to the ‘Ultramarine’, carefully grabbing one of the tricky Apothecary’s arms firmly as he picks up and easily carries the smaller Space Marine to a more private location, a supply closet that doesn’t have a camera inside of it. “What is going on, he looks like someone’s about to beat him to death.”

“Funny you should say that,” Zariel chirps at him, “I am not at liberty to discuss that, as it was something Cedric told me in confidence.”

Hura continues to loom over the smaller Apothercary, his grip on the other’s arm tightening. Displeased with the lack of information, “However,” Zariel continues to say, “things are fine at this Base, and we just need to ensure that Cedric stays with you at the Chaos base for a few days, then he can return with that Jumpy Loyalist Thousand Sons.”

“So what’s wrong with the Black Templar War Band that’s arrived in the city that has Cedric so scared?” Hura asks, his mind connecting dots.

“Now why do you think he’s upset about some of his older brothers being in residence nearby?” Zariel says, still trying to escape the grasp of the Chaos Apothecary.

“Alpharius don’t take me for a fool,” Hura hisses at the other, who’s features and colors don’t shift from Ultramarine colors.

“Now that’s an Ugly thing to say to someone!” Zariel gasps wounded at the other’s accusation.

“I know that Zariel the Ultramarine died in battle in M40,” Hura says, “I killed him personally.”

“Well,” Alpharius says, shifting to Alpha Legion colors, “Fuck. How did you know it was Not-Zariel and instead him coming to Ancient Terra, people who died, or almost died have shown up from any-when and any-where.”

“I had infected him with one of Grandfather’s Gifts,” Hura says, voice now back to its more soporific honey-poisoned tones, “Even if he’d arrived on Ancient Terra, he’d slowly be transforming into a Plague Marine. You show no symptoms of such. Not just that, but into one of my Thralls.”

“Oh. Throne Curse me.” Alpharius groans and slumps a little, “And you haven’t called me out on it before… because?”

“It’s good to have secrets,” Hura says, “It’s good to know of cards that you can use to move others as you wish.”

“That is positively Alpha Legion of you,” Alpharius says, knowing that just might piss him off more.

“The Alpha legion isn’t the only one with secret keepers and those who know how to be Rule Makers, instead of pawns or players in the game,” Hura replies, “it’s just usually harder since we don’t get such training as you, or the resources.”

“... Fair enough,” Alpharius says with a sigh. “I meant what I said, if Cedric tells you about why he needs to leave the base for a while, it’s up to him.”

“So it’s bad,” Hura says, “To push a Son of Dorn, especially a Black Templar into a strategic retreat is.”

Almost completely unheard of, which tells him just how bad this potential feral war band of Black Templars might be. Granted, Cedric is an unusually gentle and kind one for his Type of Son of Dorn. More in line with a Crimson Fist. Or a young Word Bearer. Hm.

“I shall go and protect young Cedric,” Hura says, “We will discuss this further at a later time, once this small emergency has passed.”

“... I await with bated breath,” The Hydra snarks at him, before recoiling in a gratifying way when Hura turns to glare at him briefly for being a little shit who had to get the last word in.

Hura heads out of the supply closet and over to where Cedric is trying not to wring his hands anxiously, his ears are bright red. Poor young Scout, “Thank you for your patience, young Cedric, come- I need your help with a Jumpy Loyalist Thousand Sons who arrived on Terra recently. He refuses to be looked over by any of the Apothecaries that are on Base, due to their Chaos nature. Perhaps he needs a Loyalist to help him calm down?”

“Yes sir,” Cedric says obediently following him two steps back and to the left.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer #adeptus astartes #oc: Hura #poor unfortunate souls #death guard #chaos marine #oc: Cedric #oc: Zariel

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