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[sleepyfan-blog]

Socialization

Author’s Note: This is the next fic in Cedric’s Adventures. First. Previous. Next

This is based off of @gra93fruit-blog mentioning wanting to know what astartes’ socialization classes look like. @c-u-c-koo-4-40k allowed me to borrow Pyrus for this fic! Thank you

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: poor stress-response, ask me to tag if something bothers you

Summary: Cedric meets some visiting Luna Wolf, Space Wolf and Salamander Scouts.

Cedric was not lurking in the back of the room he’d been brought to, instead of starting his “punishment” chores for the day as he watched several Salamander Scouts enter the room, chatting excitedly with one another as they sat down on some of the astartes-sized chairs that were scattered about the room with no rhyme or reason to them that he could find. The young apothecary was merely… Observing them.

He didn’t recognise any one of the six of them, either. He’d heard chatter that one of the larger wandering loyalist warbands was passing through this city. Perhaps these scouts were part of that group? They were a noisy and boisterous bunch. Occasionally playfully shoving at each other and scrapping a little. Four Luna Wolf scouts entered the room a couple of minutes later, and they were somehow, even louder and more boisterous.

The two groups of Cousins greeted each other excitedly, each of them in scout armor and no, Cedric was not jealous that all of them had managed to come to Ancient Terra in their armor and he hadn’t, that would be ridiculous. From the patterning of each of their armor, all of them were from early M30. Post finding of their Primarchs, but long before the schism that tore the Imperium apart and caused the death of untold quadrillions and the permanent enthroning of the God Emperor. 

Four Space Wolves - also scouts - came running into the room, out of breath and looking around briefly before one of them pointed dramatically at one of the Salamander Scouts, saying “I challenge you to a spar! You have besmirched the name of our primarch and I will not let that stand!” 

“All I said was that he’s a blunt and boisterous commander! That’s not a lie or rude! It’s true.” The challenged Salamander protested.

Cedric blinked in abject confusion. The other was just challenged. He had to respond, and while he was being challenged by a fellow loyalist which meant that the fight wasn’t going to be to the death… He couldn’t possibly be trying to turn down the challenge? Then again, he might not know where the sparring rooms were, since he was new to this base. 

Before he could decide whether or not he wanted to interject, one of the Luna Wolf scouts spoke up, stepping physically between the Salamander and the Space Wolf, making a subtle hand-sign that had his fellow Luna Wolves moving in closer “How about this, Pyrus, Frengir why don’t both of you take a couple steps back and apologize for upsetting one another.”

The Salamander - probably named Pyrus - huffed a little “But I… If it gets him off my back, fine.” He was frowning a little, glaring at the Space Wolf who’d challenged him, arms crossed defensively over his chest.

The Space Wolf - likely named Frengir - growled low in his chest, his eyes narrowing at the Luna Wolf before taunting “Where’s that Blood Angel buddy of yours? I haven’t seen him anywhere near you in weeks.”

Cedric noted the way that the Luna Wolf tensed visibly, his fingers twitching a little. Still, he kept a pleasant smile on his face as he spoke “You’re deliberately trying to get an emotional rise out of me, Frengir, and it’s not going to work. Are you going to back off and apologize, or are we going to have to get a sergeant involved?”

That prompted Cedric to move forward, calling out loud enough for his voice to carry, the idea of getting a sergeant involved in a spat like this causing him to shudder internally. At best they would all be -... But that was with the Mechanicus. The Black Templars didn’t do Scouts the way most other chapters did, and would be disgusted and prone to punishment for other ways and - no. Focus! “Why should this be escalated to a superior officer? That would make… Whatever disagreement this is official.”

“Where in the fresh fuck did you come from? You’re a great big fucker, aren’t you?” Frengir swore, taking a half-step back in shock as he and the other visiting scouts looked him up and down “How come you’re not in armor? How long have you been here?”

“I came to this room first. I also arrived on Ancient Terra in my night clothes, so I am currently without armor. If you intend on pressing your challenge, I can show you to a sparring room.” Cedric responded, tucking his hands behind his back as he observed the mixed group of Astartes. He tilted his head a little, noting the tension that Frengir was holding himself “Although that may not be wise, from the way that you’re favoring your left side. Are you injured?” He took a couple of slow steps towards the fractious group, not wanting to startle anyone else more than he already had.

“Fuck, I didn’t know that was possible.” One of the other Space Wolf scouts muttered, shuddering a little “I can’t imagine being stuck without my armor permanently. I’m Janison, and Banigh is on my left. Frengir here likes sparring a lot and rolled his ankle pretty badly on his last spar earlier today. Who’re you? How do you know the layout of this base?”

“Because I’ve been living on his base for the past several months, having been found by baselines attached to one of the Ultramarines who works and lives here… Specifically I’ve been confined to base for most of it, and haven’t been able to explore Ancient Terra much. What’s it like?” Cedric explains, in good humor. 

“... What did you do to get confined to base?” One of the Luna Wolves asks curiously.

“I tackled a Heretical Traitor who was actively dripping soul-twisting poison from some of his natural weapons and handled him roughly as I taped jars to the living weapons so he wouldn’t leak everywhere.” Cedric responded, still irritated by that. Still, it wasn’t his place to question his punishments, as confusing as they were on Ancient Terra.

“... A what now?” All of the scouts asked simultaneously, blinking in utter and genuine confusion on their faces. 

“A heretical traitor. Specifically a Slaaneshi-worshiping bastard.” Cedric answered earnestly, confused by their confusio-... Wait. “What time period do you come from?”

“What’s a Slaanesh?” Asked one of the Salamanders “Oh! My name is Hestius, by the way. What’s your name? Also which legion are you from? All of us Salamanders came from just after Primarch Lupercal became Warmaster.”

“Father becomes warmaster?” One of the Luna Wolves echo, and all of them beam in delight at that. “We were just about to depart for the campaign against the Interex.”

The Space Wolves shift and pace before Frengir says “We were going to accompany Father and our older brothers to Prospero. To bring the Crimson King to Terra.”

Cedric clenches his hands behind his back tightly, feeling his nails bite into the flesh of his hand and bleed before his superior healing ability repairs the damage. Still, the brief scent of blood and the way he tenses visibly at the name attracts all of the scouts attention. “My name is Cedric.” Says Cedric’s mouth “I am a Black Templar Apothecary, and I would ask you not to say that… Not to say that Primarch’s name around non-Luna Wolves and especially not around Blood Angels or their successor chapters. It will… It won’t end well. Slaanesh is one of the four False Gods of Chaos. The God of debauchery and horrid excesses and pride.”

“... Why? Does it have to do with the fact that the Blood Angels refuse to even look at any of us, much less talk or hang out or spar with us anymore? What’s a successor chapter? I don’t recognize the name of that legion.” One of the Luna Wolves asked, confusion and hurt coloring his tone.

Cedric hesitated a little, looking them over before saying “I am… I am from over ten thousand years in the future, from when you were taken. I am a son of Dorn. Much… Much changes in the Imperium in the ensuing ten thousand years. I don’t… I’m not sure if-” He remembered hearing about the one memento that the Imperial Fists had of  Lord Dorn. A single, bloodied hand inside his gauntlet. All they had of him. The bloodshed. The agony. The breaking of the legions. The Heresy. “I don’t… I don’t know if you haven’t been told because they don’t want to upset you for something you can’t change, or concerns if you… If you do somehow end up being sent back to the time… How… How long ago was the Ullanor campaign, after which your primarch was made Warmaster?”

“Less than a year ago? By the way, my name is Kox, not that you’ve asked.” The chattiest of the Luna Wolves responded, the smile on his face having faded to a sullen expression. “I’ve been lucky enough to be chosen to train directly under Captain Abbadon. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”

“I’ve heard of you. But not by that name. I would refrain from speaking that name around non-Luna Wolf astartes as well.” Cedric responds, taking in a deep breath and holding it for several seconds before breathing out  just as slowly. He was resisting temptation to shift into a combat ready stance. Four first born scouts versus one primaris marine is a poor match, even if he is unarmed and unarmored - they are in light armor and don’t have any visible weapons.

It’s likely that the Space Wolves would join with him against the traitors, or stay to the side to watch the fight. The Salamanders might fight or may try and intercede, to try and keep the peace. His hands were clenched tightly behind his back as he struggled to keep his temper in check. “Perhaps a decade or two after your primarch, Luna Wolf, he leads half of the legions and his fellow primarchs in a heretical civil war that causes a tremendous amount of death and destruction. It leads to his death, the death of several of the other treacherous primarchs - and several loyal primarchs - and the permanent injury of the God Emperor of mankind.” Cedric explains, doing his best to at least pretend to be outwardly calm.

“Which… Which Primarchs die?” Pyrus asks, eyes huge, breaking the intense silence that followed Cedric’s words.

Cedric is about to answer that question when Captain Ash’val walks into the room, pausing for a moment at the door as he sees the tension in everyone’s posture and the captain clears his throat a little, causing all of the scouts to startle in surprise. “Care to explain what’s going on? You all seem rather tense.”

“They’d like to know why speaking the name Horus Lupercall and Ezekyle Abbadon is a poor idea, among other questions, sir. I was just beginning to explain the future relative to them, and the past as I know it.” Cedric answers placidly.

“That’s… Hm. That’s a heavy conversation, Cedric. And one that shouldn’t be had around so many all at once. While that information is something you grew up knowing, the shock of… Of the betrayal and the civil war hits those from before that time very hard. Next time, inform them to ask a superior officer from a further point in the timeline and try to redirect the conversation.” Ash’val instructed, walking between the stunned scouts and resting a hand lightly on one of Cedric’s shoulders.

The young apothecary is so pleased with himself that he was able to almost fully suppress the instinctual flinch when the first born marine approached him with the intent to touch. Cedric is almost convinced that Ash’val won’t raise a hand to deliberately harm or physically punish him. Salamanders are kind and soft like that… But long-ingrained instinct of far harsher trainers is difficult to overcome. “Understood, sir.” He ducked his head, shuffling his feet a little. 

“I’m not angry with you, Cedric.” Ash’val murmurs, his voice going a little sad, a little frustrated whenever he does something that distresses the older Astartes. 

Cedric tries really hard not to upset his first born brothers. Nothing good ever comes from it. “I understand that, sir.” He’s still not looking at Ash’val directly, but he dutifully informs the other that he does acknowledge that the other isn’t angry at him. But he is upset. He informs Ash’val of what he did inform the visiting scouts about the heresy - and Slaanesh - having not known he wasn’t supposed to tell them.

Ash’val sighed. “Well, they were going to learn about that sooner or later. If only from the pamphlets that the Ultramarines have created for pre-heresy marines in the off-chance they do get back to their proper time and the Heresy hasn’t happened and they have their memories of ancient terra. The.. The hope is that they can stop the heresy somehow. Or at least mitigate some of the damage.”

Cedric’s eyes went wide. He had no idea how that would go.. And the Ordo Chronos might have problems with that… Then again, he hadn’t seen any of their agents here. “I hope it works, if that’s possible.”

“As do we all, lad. Now, come along, all of you. I’m going to be teaching you a survival course on some of the more subtle dangers of Ancient Terra has.” Ash’val instructs, voice becoming firm and authoritative “Sit down as I explain the basics of baseline socialization practices.”

Cedric and the scouts all found places to sit, and the young apothecary pulled out a notebook and a pencil, in order to take notes.

[dese-o]

I read Horus' Rising by Dan Abnett, thanks to the recomendadion of @flunkyofmalcador (seriously, thank you the book recomendations, I'm now starting to read The Great Angel) ...and I really enjoy it, mostly the Second part. It was rather a pleasent surprise how interesting Horus was a character here, and how much he shown his true self whenever his beloved brother was mention/on the scene. My favorite scene was pretty much when Horus explained to his children the meaing of his ring, trying to look so heroic to them, only for Sanguinuis to tell him it was all bullshit and throw fruit at him, I just loved that.

(Also...Yeah I changed Sanguinius' hair...again...but can you blame me? But after speaking to my art teacher about it, we decided that long black curly hair Sanguinius will be my go to from now on.)

And my opinion on Raldoron so far, he is a good boy.

[linvaniin]

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[the-astral-express-archive]

Honkai: Star Rail | Clean Version key Visuals Collection

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[wilderflowergirlie]

professor lupin who was definitely called loony lupin in school would 100% give detentions to anyone who called second year luna lovegood loony lovegood. you can't tell me they weren't friends.

[theemeraldforestafterdark]

A Full Wolf Moon, January 2024

[kazanti]

Hsr characters but Oh No lyrics

Gosh I hate editing it’s like genetic engineering on a video (very difficult)

[luna-light-eclipse]

Young Wolf internally laughing at all of Eramis’ complaints until she mentions the therapist and YW is all *hiss bite growl die* about it because the vanguard keeps trying to get YW professional help. So now Eramis thinks her opinions are doubly in the right because the YW themselves are agreeing with her.

[supercap2319]

Luna: "How many dumb bitches do you know?"

Y/N: "Two. Harlan and Cody."

[cirrus-sampling-sanity]

funny/sad honkai star rail achievements i thought of

last of our kind ;; win a battle with a team consisting of welt, acheron, & aventurine

you look familiar... ;; use any of welt's attacks to defeat bronya (boss fight)

autism beam ;; win a battle with a team consisting of only herta & ruan mei

emanators ;; win a battle with a team consisting of only acheron & herta

may i please study you? ;; win a battle with a team consisting of acheron, herta, ruan mei, and dr. ratio

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rate the ratio ;; use character "dr. ratio" to interact with curio "the rating pistol"

gambling addiction ;; win a battle with a team consisting of aventurine, qingque, & march 7th: the hunt

imaginary found family ;; win a battle with a team consisting of dan heng • imbibitor lunae, march 7th: the hunt, trailblazer: harmony, & welt

[navybrat817]

Did you see the Sebastian photo with him in the leather jacket and Bucky hair? The black and white one? He looks so good!!!!!!!!

Is it the image below, nonnie? If so, yes! He looks amazing. So much that I had to share more rocker!Bucky. If not, I'm happy to receive the pic.

Everybody Wants a Taste

Pairing: Rocker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Are you really Bucky's girl? He thinks so. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, oral implied (m. and f. receiving), possessive behavior, slight jealousy and insecurity, swearing, slight feels (it's me), sort of getting together, communication is key, Rocker!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Some White Wolf and Luna that no one asked for! This can also count for Week 4 of the @the-slumberparty for Across the Universe!❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and banner by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When word got around that you were seeing Bucky Barnes, some of your friends back home told you to be careful. Not because you couldn't keep up with the rockstar, but because they didn't want him to throw you out when he eventually grew bored of you. Touching as it was, it was also insulting.

"We're having fun." you said in the group chat. "Nothing wrong with that."

"But everyone wants him!" one of them replied. "What makes you different from the rest?"

What makes you special?

"Nice fucking pep talk. Really. Appreciate the vote of confidence!" you sent.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

That was the last thing you sent in the chat.

You may have given your phone the finger, too.

As if you needed another reminder that girls, and guys, lined up to get just a glimpse of the man you somehow got to call yours. Some were better looking than you and others were nicer, but you refused to let it shatter your confidence. They didn't click with Bucky the way you did. If he woke up one day and decided he didn't want you, it wouldn't be the end of your world.

You took care of yourself long before you left home and wouldn't depend on a guy for anything. That was something you made clear when you started spending more time with Bucky. At least, you told him once you could form a coherent sentence since he fucked every sane thought out of you.

"It's okay to keep wanting me, Luna."

Being addicted to him wasn't something you anticipated nor did you want to admit that he had a hold on you. If you did, he'd have the entire deck stacked in his favor. But the cocky fucker knew he had you in the palm of his hand and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Not when you were on your knees worshipping him like the god everyone made him out to be.

You waited for Bucky after rehearsal, knowing he could do with a bit of stress relief. Steve gave you a knowing smirk as he walked by. "Hey, baby," he teased.

“Hey, blondie,” you winked back.

"Don't call my girl 'baby', punk," Bucky said as his friend laughed.

Am I your girl?

Shamelessly allowing your eyes to roam his body as he walked closer, you wondered how he even got his jeans on some days with the heat he was packing. The rest of the band nodded to you as they passed by, knowing exactly what they'd witness if they stuck around.

"I don't remember texting you," Bucky said when he stopped, running his ringed fingers through his hair. "You don't have anything better to do than wait for me?"

Asshole. You're lucky I adore you.

Your eyes narrowed as you pushed yourself off the wall. "Plenty of other things I can be doing that don't involve you."

"C'mon, baby. I'm fucking with you," he smiled as he moved to stand in front of you. "I just figured you might be hanging out with Alice and Sunshine."

"Oh, we did each other's nails and had a pillow fight. Almost fell out of my top as I jumped around," you smiled, leaning against the wall once again.

You liked Alice and Sunshine. You'd be a bitch not to and they understood things that people back home wouldn't get. Jefferson was certainly more cheerful now that he had his girl back in his life. And Hal still adored his high school sweetheart just as much as he had the day before.

What's it like for someone to be loved the way they are?

"And I missed it? That's too bad. Didn't get a facial?"

You arched an eyebrow as he moved a finger along the swell of your breast. "How could I when you weren't there to give me one?"

"I can give you one now," he smirked.

You laughed and shook your head as you tugged him closer by his t-shirt. "I don't know if I want one anymore. I could find something else to quench my thirst."

"We both know you love the taste of my cock."

"Almost as much as you love the taste of my pussy."

He placed both hands on the wall and looked into your eyes as you bit your lip. "My favorite treat. You gonna let me get my mouth on you so I can have my fill?"

"Maybe after you fuck my throat. Maybe," you said before he brought a hand to your throat. He held it there, but didn't squeeze. "So you'd rather choke me with your hand instead of your cock?"

"Luna, baby, don't tease me."

"Isn't teasing just another form of foreplay?" you asked.

The flirty, fun banter never got old with him. Even on the days you didn't have sex, you found yourself smiling at his words and antics. It made it difficult to protect your heart. But like your body, it was yours to give the person you wanted and he had the key to the lock before you knew it.

"I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock," he stated, tightening his grip when you moaned. "Want you to choke on me before I make a mess of you."

The mere suggestion was enough for your thighs to rub together, tour panties dampening more at the thought of him using your throat to get himself off and paint your face. His thick cock filled every hole of yours to the brim time and time again, reminding you that you belonged to him. But you couldn't always give in so easily. Call it pride or a power move.

You'd both get off in the end.

"Sure you don't want one of your other groupies to suck your cock?"

Everybody wants a taste.

His smirk vanished instantly as he leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. You didn't shy away from his gaze, captivated by the blue of his eyes. He liked that you didn't try to hide.

Caught in his trap, you couldn't duck and run if you wanted to.

"I haven't fucked anyone else in weeks," his voice dropped as he shoved his knee between your thighs without warning, your core pulsing as he brushed his lips against yours. "Thought I made it clear that you're my girl."

You swallowed hard enough for Bucky to loosen his grip. If Bucky let you in, that meant something because he didn't give himself away lightly. Sex, he could find that anywhere. Someone to stick around through the highs and lows after was another story.

One you wanted to write with him.

"You never actually asked," you said above a whisper.

It was weak to say it out loud and make him put a label on it, but you wanted to hear it.

"I didn't think I had to ask," he said, kissing the spot between your eyes with a small huff. "I thought you were already mine.”

Your stomach swirled with butterflies. "I thought you were mine, too."

"Because I am. I’m all yours," he whispered, playing dirty by rocking his knee a bit more. You were tempted to slide up a bit more and ride his thigh and weep from knowing he was really yours. "C'mon. Be mine. Be my fucking girl, Luna."

You whined when he brought his lips to yours again. You would have said "yes" regardless. "I'm your girl, but don't you dare break my heart. 'Cause I'll hunt you down and make you sorry if you do. I'll curse that glorious dick of yours, too."

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. The sound brought a smile to your face. "I'd expect nothing less. You better not curse my dick or break my heart either."

His casual tone had an underlying vulnerability that you wouldn't dare joke about.

"You're my guy, Wolfy. I won't hurt you."

And I'll be your Luna no matter what.

"Don't let anyone hear you call me that," he grinned, pulling his knee away to leave you wanting more. Tease. "I have a reputation to uphold."

You smiled as the atmosphere shifted back to the sexual charge. He didn't need to dwell on the emotions for the moment and neither did you. Your heart was full and that was more than enough for today.

"Guess you better shut me up then," you suggested as you reached for his belt.

"Oh, no. Still wanna hear you moan and whine when you take me in your mouth," he stated, stepping back so you could unzip his pants and sink to your knees. "When I'm done, you're gonna sit on my face and sing for me. Those pretty sounds of yours might inspire our next song."

"Call it 'Howl at the Moon'," you smiled up at him. "Dedicate it to me," you added with a wink.

You'd find out later that Bucky already had.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[doll-days]

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[lunalycana]

Been sitting on this joke for a minute.

[unfortunate--moth]

im having fun with these. probably kinda ooc but thog dont caare

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Honkai: Star Rail | Character Trailer Splash Art (1/3)

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