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cardinalcanis · 1 month ago

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Wheel of fortune: part 1.

"Hey kid? Wanna go down this ride as I make my OC miserable?"

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Summary: Cato discovers a well kept secret between the primarch and his right hand man.

Pairing: Roboute Guilliman x Ovidius Sulla (M!OC)

Tw: Cato, violation of privacy

Word count: 707

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Cato Sicarius strode through the hallways of the Macragge’s Honor with military precision in each step. He had a simple task: deliver a set of vital documents to Primarch Roboute Guilliman. But as he approached the Primarch’s private quarters, an inexplicable sense of foreboding began to settle in his gut.

Sicarius reached for the door, hesitating momentarily, finding it slightly open. He should have knocked anyway, as Guilliman’s privacy was sacred. Something about the atmosphere emanating the room felt charged, he readied his gun in one hand, he had outlived enough tricks of the warp to identify when something was off. What if the Primarch had been secretly attacked during the recent warp jump?

The commander of the Victrix Honour Guard’s training kicked in as he readily peered through the opening, just as if ambushing the enemy in the field. The sight that greeted him was unexpected, nothing in the Codex Astartes had prepared him for it.

There, on the edge of Guilliman’s grand, well-ordered desk, sat Ovidius, his disgusting mechanical hands wrapped around the Primarch's shoulders. Guilliman was sitting on the floor over his knees, the only way they could make it so their heights sort of match. Seeing his gene sire on his knees in front of a human overfilled Sicarius with scorn, this, this must be some ruinous corruption.

The warmth of their closeness radiated between them. Sicarius’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding with disbelief. In that moment, Ovidius leaned in, pressing his lips softly against Guilliman's in a tender kiss, their eyes momentarily closed as they gave themselves to the moment. His disgust grew as he saw how the Primarch melted and surrendered to the Head Logistician’s touch, weakness, that man is planting weakness inside his gene sire.

There were so many feelings competing inside him; shock, a visceral jolt of confusion and anger. How dare they? The thought flared within him like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the shadows of jealousy and betrayal that lurked in his heart. As he stood frozen at the threshold, he found himself grappling with a tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

There was an undeniable sincerity in their connection, an authenticity that radiated from their shared gaze. Ovidius’s usual anxious demeanor melted away in Guilliman’s presence, replaced by a radiant trust that made Sicarius’s chest ache and stomach churn. The Primarch, the demigod, seemed lighter, almost human, in that fleeting moment. Impossible, Guilliman is not human, whatever this is it’ll only bring them ruin.

Sicarius clenched his fists as the kiss lingered in the air, a silent promise between them, and as Ovidius pulled away, a shy smile graced his lips, illuminating his features. Guilliman’s eyes softened, a glimmer of affection and vulnerability that should not have a place in a being such as a primarch. How long has this been going on? How did it start? He had seen how competent the Head Logistican was at his position but there was something he couldn’t shake off. He knew mortals and how all they change and twist after having a taste of power. That’s why The Son of Ultramar reinstated the tetrarchs among his gene sons, so they would rule without the corruption that inhabits normal human hearts. The Avenging Son was powerful, and Ovidius had gotten just a taste of what that power was, the bastard wanted more.

He leaned away from the open door and placed the gun back into its holster. Composing his emotions he would politely knock on the door.

“My Lord, it is I, Cato Sicarius. I bring you updates from the situation on the western front.” he said, masking his disgust with many layers of cold formality.

It took Roboute Guilliman a bit longer than usual to respond, Cato’s expression twisted as he waited.

“Commander Sicarius, you may come in.” His gene sire’s voice answered in its usual tone, away from the human he was playing as.

He entered, the room had shifted, with Guilliman back behind his desk and the Administratum leech sorting paperwork in a far corner. Cato wondered not for how long this charade had been going on, but how he would stop it. But not now, he must pretend nothing happened.

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thisuserislilsilly · 1 month ago

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Summary: Angron is interested to see how far does the will of a man can go before it breaks

Save me Angron smut, save me from writers block

Pairing: male original character x Angron (Enemies to lovers)

Genre: SMUT/Drama

TW: Smut, rough...ahem...partner, non-con, just....just Angron shenanigans, self degrading thoughts, foul language

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Crimson desires

Angron fist slammed against the metal, groaning in frustration and liberating the stress in something else that wasn't a poor bastard face or one of the Conqueror's machinery. The rest of serfs and crew of the command deck looked at each other doubtful, not knowing hat would happen next or to whom the Primarch would unleash his anger next; the only two people not intimidated and with their arms crossed waiting for Angron's fit to end was Khârn and Lotara Sarrin.

It was the third day Alexos had refused to join the Primarch in a friendly reunion, as soon as he had boarded the Conqueror, the knight had made it very clear to anyone who attempted to speak with him that he was not there out of his own will and definitely not in the mood to make friends. The man considered himself more as a prisoner than another member of the World Eaters fleet, despite the countless efforts of Iterators, preachers and officers of the Imperial Army had tried to make Alexos see the positive side out of his new living conditions.

"My Lord I need an answer rather soon on what to do with him..." Khârn was more uncomfortable than nervous, hating he had been the one to inform Angron about this

"And I need the Primarch to stop making damages to my ship!" Lotara scoffed, hating the Primarch usual whining

"I KNOW! But that bastard cannot simply do as he pleases....! I could have his head for this! I oughta-!" Angron mumbled, stomping the ground and making the whole ship shake "I am the Primarch, I AM who he needs to obey, how could he-!?!?!"

The worst of it all was that Angron could understand the rebellious attitude, he sympathized with it, after all his Father had done practically the same to him whenever the Emperor took his son with a transport beam unto His ship; now, years later, Angron had taken Alexos out of his world and had left it burning. There was one thing, though, that was different this time: Angron wanted to make amends with the knight, he wanted to begin again this time with the right foot, but Alexos repeated negatives placed Angron on his nerves and made the Nails sing in his skull of the thousand ways the Primarch could dispose of the insulting man. No matter how. any gifts, speeches and different people to reason with the Primarch had sent, nothing worked.

"I guess he leaves me no other choice but to go MYSELF!" Angron suddenly spoke up again, roaring while beginning to head out towards the barracks deck

"My Primarch please, if you may, think about this. We could leave the man in any other Feudal World we find in our journey, you wouldn't need to worry about what would happen to him, just-" Khârn attempted to walk beside Angron

"I am NOT going to give HIM the satisfaction of getting rid of ME SO EASILY KHÂRN!" The Primarch roared, pushing Khârn away with a strong fist and causing the Captain to stumble back, falling on the ground and hitting his head hard.

The knight's rooms were located at the far end of the deck, a huge set of quarters that resembled an old medieval dorm, specifically modified at the orders of the Primarch in an attempt to sway his guest into being more cooperative, a scheme that had failed just like all the others. The room had a large bed, a huge bath, and an extra-large closet for the knight's belongings. It was all for nothing, Alexos had not even set a foot on the place, preferring to sleep in the ship's corridors or, as some reports said, in the engine room.

Lotara and a couple of officers ran towards the Captain, helping him stand up while a medic checked for any signs of injuries. Lotara had a furious expression, one that didn't take a genius to know was directed towards the Primarch, yet she was a smart woman, so instead of shouting, she just helped the Captain up, dusting the back of his armor and glaring daggers at the retreating figure of the Primarch. Angron kept heading in the direction of Alexos quarters, not once glancing back at that he had done to his first captain.

When Angron finally arrived at the door, the Nails were singing louder in his brain, urging the Primarch to kick down the door and just get it over with. To make the knight pay for the humiliation, for the mockery, for the disrespect. The Nails were telling him that Alexos deserved no better than be thrown off the ship into the nearest sun, they would enjoy and praise Angron at the sight of the man burning.

With a loud sigh, Angron closed his eyes and placed both hands on the door, taking deep breaths. He knew what Alexos was thinking, how his mind must have been turning at the thought of everything he had lost. His family, his friends, his life and his planet, everything had gone away in a matter of hours, leaving behind only memories and a feeling of emptiness that would never fade. Angron knew that pain and, perhaps as a reflection of his old self, had tried everything he had in his power to make the man not think of all what he had lost.

"What's wrong with me…?" Angron whispered to himself, the Nails had made him angry and bitter, unable to forgive, to love or to even care about someone else. The Nails had made him into a monster, just like his father had wanted him to be. But he didn't want to be that, not for Alexos at least, if he could make one single person not see him as a monster, Angron would know the Nails hadn't won the battle on his mind yet.

After repeating himself that trail of thoughts for a couple of minutes, Angron decided it was enough, if the man would not listen to him then perhaps Alexos would hear what the Nails had to say. The Primarch pushed and began to slowly wait for the door to slide open, the metal creaking loudly from the motions. The Nails were urging him to smash the button, to grab the door and slam it open, but the Primarch took his time, waiting patiently for the click of the locks to secure the door in place. With a sigh he looked around, seeing Alexos stripped of his armor, in a robe, with his back turned to the wall reading something on the small desk that had been set up in the room.

"May I come in?"

Alexos' shoulders jumped at the sound of the voice, yet he did not turn to look at the Primarch, just nodding his head as a gesture of consent. Angron sighed and entered the room, closing the door behind him and moving to sit on the bed, looking down at the floor while Alexos turned his seat around. Angron tall figure reached the ceiling, having to look down at Alexos just to fit in the room, his presence alone demanded respect and admiration, yet the knight had been refusing to meet his eye.

"We need to talk," Angron stated, looking up at the man's face, finding nothing but the reflection of the light from his reading "And, no matter what you do, I'm not going anywhere until you look at me."

Alexos tensed and clenched his fists, taking a deep breath before he looked up at Angron. His eyes were tired, puffy and red, yet he had a fire in his eyes, something that was ready to fight for anything. Angron smiled internally at the sight, a warrior spirit, the same that was reflected in the mirror whenever Angron looked at it every morning on his quarters.

Alexos growled, showing his teeth in defiance; he wanted to punch the Primarch right in the face, at least have a chance to release his anger in some way against that cruel, stupid, uncivilized fool; the frustration of the height and strength difference was killing the man on the inside. They stared down at each other for another tense minute, Alexos thinking of the thousand things he wanted to do to Angron.

"Was that so hard?" Angron asked, raising an eyebrow at the man's reaction.

"I was reading…"

"You've been doing that ever since you've got here," Angron leaned back, the wall of the room creaking as it held the weight of the Primarch

"Then I'll keep doing that," Alexos huffed, turning his seat back around "Now leave"

"No," Angron simply replied, crossing his arms over his chest "I'll leave when I have decided to leave."

"And when would that be?" Alexos' head snapped back to look at the Primarch, glaring at him.

"When you decide to listen to me"

"So you're holding yourself hostage on my room" Alexos stood up, slamming the book shut and throwing it into the table, making a few papers fall.

"If you insist" Angron chuckled, shaking his head.

"How did I ever get myself into this mess!?" Alexos rubbed his face, walking in circles and mumbling a few curses under his breath.

"You didn't"

"What?"

"It wasn't your decision, it was mine," Angron's tone was dry, he chuckled

When the knight attempted to throw a punch, the massive hand of the other stopped him mid air, squeezing the hand and twisting it; Alexos grunted in pain and threw his other fist right at Angron jaw, the Primarch smirked as it allowed it to connect with his face leaving a barely noticeable mark in the sea of bruises and cuts. With his hand still tightly gripped, Angron pushed Alexos onto the bed, making the man fall flat on it, the Primarch soon stood above him, the shadow of Angron blocking the only light source of the room. He grinned once again, looking at the panting knight, who glared back up at him.

"You really want to kill me huh" Angron said with a grin

"You have no idea" Alexos huffed

"Try it" Angron leaned forward until he was on the same level as Alexos

"You don't stand a chance"

"I hate you" Alexos snarled

"I know"

"Let me go"

"No"

"I'll rip you a new one"

"Go ahead, I'd like to see you try"

Alexos attempted to push himself off the bed, only to have Angron knee press down onto his chest, pushing the air out of his lungs. He was trapped, unable to move from his position, the pressure of the Primarch's knee not allowing him to do so, even the slightest. Angron licked his lips and felt the Nails singing, this time differently, not wishing the man's death, but his submission, making Alexos "his" by any means necessary.

The man thrashed under the knee, trying to get free of the crushing weight of the other, Angron sighed and decided to help the man a little, sitting on the knight's lap and keeping him down with the weight of his body. Alexos gasped as the knee was removed, coughing loudly as he tried to take a deep breath, while Angron ripped his armor off and tossed it aside.

"What are you doing!?" Alexos panicked, attempting to push Angron away

"You don't want to talk, I get it. So we're going to do something else," Angron's tone was dead serious, grabbing Alexos wrists and pinning them above his head, he leaned down, his warm breath hitting the exposed neck of the other man "Something I think we both would enjoy"

Alexos opened his eyes widely, his face flushed red as he finally understood what Angron was doing, the Primarch lowered his head until it was at the same level as the man's neck; he opened his mouth, his tongue brushing against the soft skin of the knight. The other man tensed up and looked away, his heart beating fast inside his chest, as if it were threatening to escape his rib cage.

"Relax" Angron mumbled against the neck, placing kisses along the throat.

Alexos had no idea what to do or say, the Primarch was practically eating him alive, and he did nothing to stop him. A part of him wanted to be left alone, but the other pulled hard in the direction towards Angron, wanting this to happen no matter what. Alexos closed his eyes and felt the rough hands of Angron exploring his body, grabbing the loose fabric of the robes and ripping it open, exposing his torso. Alexos gasped and opened his eyes again, seeing Angron looking down at him, his eyes glowing with desire and hunger, he could see himself reflected in those eyes.

Angron groaned, his fingers brushing against one of Alexos' nipples, making the man squirm in place. He could feel the knight growing hard under him, his cock pressing against his own through their robes. The Red Angel felt proud of himself, having the man at the palm of his hands, ready to be molded at will and shape, he smiled at the idea of claiming Alexos, of making the knight his alone.

The Primarch moved his knee up, his thigh rubbing against Alexos' crotch, earning a low moan from the man. He grinned, enjoying the reaction and repeating the movement, again and again, Alexos covered his mouth to muffle the sounds, but it didn't work when Angron removed his hand from his mouth and replaced it with his own lips. The kiss was sloppy, wet and uncoordinated, Angron bit Alexos lower lip and slipped his tongue into the other's mouth, their tongues exploring each other's mouth.

The Nails were singing, demanding more of Alexos, to claim the knight whole, to give the Primarch what he wanted, and Alexos was slowly bending to the desires of the Primarch. They kissed and kissed, the air slowly disappearing from their lungs, the kiss broke apart only when the need for air was too much, both men panting heavily. The Primarch quickly recovered, giving enough time for Alexos to brace himself before the other man returned to claim his mouth once again.

The kissing soon became a game to Angron, he would keep Alexos occupied while his hands traveled down the man's torso, his fingers exploring every muscle, scar, and curve of the man. His hands then moved to the man's thighs, moving upwards until they found Alexos' member, wrapped tightly inside the clothing; Alexos out of instinct moved his hand to slap Angron approaches away, only to have the Primarch grab his hand mid air and pinning it above his head once more.

"You want this…" Angron said against the lips of the knight, rubbing his erection "You know you want this… You just don't want to admit it"

Alexos turned his head to the side, closing his eyes and biting his lip as Angron continued to rub the bulge in his pants. The Primarch chuckled, seeing the man trying to keep a straight face, his efforts failing as Angron pushed the clothes aside and grabbed the man's cock, stroking it slowly. Alexos grunted and moaned, turning to look at Angron, the Nails demanded Angron to keep going, to continue touching the knight, to claim him completely.

"Stop-" Alexos huffed, moving his hips upwards "Stop!"

Angron stopped his hand movement, his eyes traveling from Alexos' face to the other's dick, throbbing in his hand. He licked his lips and returned his gaze to the knight, who was looking back at him with a pleading expression.

"What's wrong?" Angron asked, raising an eyebrow "Don't you want this?"

Alexos remained silent, his mind torn between the desire of his body and the hate towards the Primarch. He didn't want this, but he also did, it was wrong, but it also felt so right; he had no idea what to do or say, and he hated Angron for leaving him so confused.

"I-" Alexos whispered, his voice cracking "Fuck you!" He desperately cried out, feeling the arousal growing on his stomach.

"Gladly" Angron smirked, moving away from Alexos and standing up, making the man shiver at the sudden lack of contact.

The Primarch grabbed Alexos by the wrist, pulling the man up and pushing him against the wall, his face flat against the cold metal. Angron placed his hands on the other's back, running them downwards until he reached the hem of the man's pants, he pulled them down, exposing Alexos ass. He growled at the sight, spanking one of the cheeks hard, earning a loud groan from the man. Angron slammed himself against Alexos insides without mercy, earning another painful sound from the other. Alexos whimpered and tensed at the intrusion, trying to find comfort on the wall.

Angron groaned, pushing his cock further into Alexos, earning more pained sounds from the knight. He pulled out only to thrust back in, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, their moans and groans mixed together, creating a symphony of pleasure. Angron leaned forward, placing his head on Alexos shoulder while grabbing the man's dick and pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. Alexos was a mess, moaning loudly and moving his hips in a desperate attempt to gain more friction.

"Didn't you hate me sooo much? Huh? Come on…let me hear it" Angron taunted, speeding his thrusts.

"I-I hate you so much…" Alexos huffed, trying to keep his voice steady "I hate you…! I hate you! I fucking hate you!"

Alexos clenched his fists and closed his eyes, the pressure in his lower stomach growing tighter and tighter by the second, his body screaming for release, his mind begging for more, for everything Angron had to offer.

"Look at you…" Angron chuckled, biting down onto Alexos neck, earning a yelp from the knight "So fucking desperate for me"

"I-I am not-" Alexos moaned, slamming his hands against the wall.

"I want you to beg…beg…BEG! TO MAKE YOU REMEMBER THIS ALL OF THE COLD NIGHTS YOU WILL TRY TO REJECT ME AGAIN!" The Nails bit into Angron skull harder than before, driving the Primarch to act more roughly than he intended to.

The Primarch looked almost...pathetic. His pants were halfway down his legs, his member hanging there, the top portion of his armor had been thrown to the left corner of the room and had stayed there for a while. He had completely frozen in place, staring at his hands in total shock. Angron had hit Alexos, he had actually done that while under complete control of the Nails; that godforsaken contraption had in an instant not only taken Angron agency away from his acts, but also hurt whom he had told himself never harm, Alexos.

Alexos grunted in pain when Angron sped up even more, the pain of being rammed over and over again making the man's legs shake, unable to hold his own weight anymore. He felt dizzy, his mind turning blank as the only thing he could focus on was the pressure building up inside him, begging to be released, all that pent up tension came to an abrupt end as he felt Angron backhand him so hard blood came out of his mouth while his body was tossed to the other end of the bed; ending the lock between their bodies. Alexos coughed, raising a hand to his face and feeling totally dumbfounded, his ears were ringing still from the heat of the moment and the new injury, he was pretty sure his mouth had been dislocated; he stopped everything he was thinking when his eyes finally met Angron's.

For the first time ever, the gaze of Angron was soft, warm and calm. There weren't any other words spoken at that moment, just the Primarch lifting a hand to caress the injured mouth of Alexos and, softly, placing a kiss on his lips that did not last longer than a couple of seconds.

Angron started to whimper, his lipless mouth shaking as he knelt and cried, hitting his head over and over in punishment for what he had just done, his knuckles soon bleeding from the self-inflicted injuries. The Primarch's whines turned into screams as he began to slam his hands against the metal floor, denting it and cracking it, the ship shook under his feet. The knight waited until the banging had stopped, seeing the Primarch covering his face with his hands; it was a sad departure from the cold and bitter men he had seen before, the contrast between the way he handled Alexos and now was day and night. The knight wanted to hate the Red Angel, yet...

He had stopped, as soon as Alexos had been hurt, the Nails did that to him, not Angron. Feeling the need to do something, to not stare at the weeping Primarch like a fool, Alexos slowly and shyly placed a kiss in the bald forehead of Angron, pulling away as soon as he heard the Angel stop crying and lifting his eyes to met Alexo's.

They laid there again, purposely going slower this time as to not trigger a sudden reaction from the Nails; now Alexos was smiling, his hatred had subdued for now, no longer thinking about killing Angron or making him suffer, the Primarch had suffered enough already, gone through too much because of the Nails; despite not entirely forgetting how he was ripped away from his home and leaving everyone he knew behind in a pile of bodies, Alexos had known another side of Angron and, as painful as it was to admit it, the knight did not want to leave that go.

"I" Angron opened his mouth to talk

"Hush, don't say a word..." Alexos moved Angron arms away from his face, trailing with one finger the scars of war in his face "If you finish what you were doing before this whole thing happened, I'll agree to go eat with you in the hall like you wanted me to, deal?"

"Deal..." Angron grumbled, leaning forward to hold Alexos again tightly in his chest.

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your-worst-knightmare · 5 months ago

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Some art for this year’s @batfam-big-bang ! This piece is for @tintinnabulation-of-the-bells fic ‘He Ain’t Heavy (Yes He is)’! Go check it out!

#Batfam big bang 2024 #jason todd #dick grayson #BBB #my art

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theriveroflight · 5 months ago

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A Legacy to Remember

Written for the @batfam-big-bang, with thanks to @mysteriousbeetle for art and @tintinnabulation-of-the-bells for beta reading!

Rated T for some swearing & canon-typical violence, oneshot, 7.5k words.

Batman might need a Robin, but Gotham is the one who needs Batgirl. Charlie's always known that — which is why she's already resolved to be the next Batgirl. Barbara Gordon's not happy to see a new Batgirl roaming the streets, and Helena Bertinelli is starting to get a sense of deja vu that goes all the way back to No Man's Land. Meanwhile, Cass is in California with the Teen Titans, trying to wash her hands clean of Deathstroke, believing her hands are too tainted to be Batgirl again. But when the rumors reach her…she realizes she has to finally return, and decide what to do next.

Available to read on AO3 and CFAA!

#dc #dc comics #birds of prey #batgirl #charlie gage radcliffe #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #helena bertinelli #fanfiction #my writing

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gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan · 10 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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“I think, I know just what you’re longing for…”

“I may be undone, but nothing seems to undo you…” (“My Thieving Heart” by Sivert Høyem feat. Marie Munroe)

Wow…I’m crawling back to the surface of tumblr, coming from hell. My last crash has been one of the worst so far…I couldn’t stand up, I couldn’t get myself something to drink, I couldn’t eat, I wasn’t even capable of thinking in a proper way. Since I couldn’t even type anymore, I had to ask my sweet friend @vulnus-sanare to help me out by sending messages to some of my friends. I didn’t mean to make anyone feel worried about me, so please forgive me for my long silence.

This beautiful artwork, which I’ve requested from my lovely friend @opalchalice, is based on a dream, which I’ve had some weeks ago. Lia, I’m sorry for the delay, but I wanted to transform my dream into a short one-shot fiction to honour your fabulous work the way, it deserves to be seen. You know, that I’m a fan of your art, my dear….but this one…damn, Lia! You overwhelmed me with this stunning piece of art! Thank you so much for your understanding of my ideas. I’m beyond grateful for our verbal exchanges and I’m proud to call you my friend. You’re so talented and kind, Lia. Please…never change!

Now…back to my dream. Since I’m struggling immensely with brain fog, due to my disease ME/CFS, I noticed that my ability to write seems to fade away. This isn’t my best work and I’m very aware of this fact…so please keep in mind, that I’ve written this under the torture of my sickness and be gentle with me.

TW: smut and a slight mention of lactation kink…well…I leave it like that. 😅

🔞 🚫mdni 🔥💦 (1012 words)

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It was midnight. From afar Julia could hear the faint tintinnabulation of the church tower bells…ringing once…and her bare feet touched the cold grass beneath herself. Twice…and she felt a cold breeze caressing her blushing cheeks. Tilting her head back, Julia closed her eyes and listened to the remaining ten strikes of the clock tower. Her nightdress was billowing in the wind, sending shivers down her spine.

Suddenly Julia sensed some arms coming from behind, tightly wrapped around her waist, when she was pulled back against a tall presence. A surprised gasp left her lips, but the familiar personal scent of her husband soothed her nerves immediately. “What are you doing here alone in the middle of the night, Jules?” Even after so many years, the deep voice of Julia’s husband caused a certain weakness to her knees. Severus‘ hot breath tickled the soft spot behind her ear, leaving goosebumps all over her alabaster skin. „You‘ll catch a cold, darling,” he murmured lovingly, burying his face in Julia’s wild curls. “Mmmh…so divine…,” she heard him whispering hoarsely, his voice was dripping with desire.

Severus’ hands roamed over her tummy, clenching the satiny fabrics of her nightdress in his lustful grasp. “Severus…,” she breathed, pressing her back against his chest. “…this isn’t the right pl…,” but one of his hands silenced her resolutely, whilst his other hand passed the plunging neckline of her nightdress, massaging her voluptuous bosom with a firm grip. “Shhh…stand still and be quiet, Jules,” Severus urged her, playfully pinching her erected nipples, causing a muffled whimper from his wife.

Suddenly, Julia felt two more hands grazing over her bare legs and her eyes widened in disbelief when she perceived another man kneeling beside her, shoving her nightgown up to her waist. But this wasn’t just any man, who touched her so intimately! The silky raven hair…the adorably crooked nose…and oh, those mesmerising obsidian eyes! She didn’t understand how this was even possible, but the man on his knees was no one other than a second version of her very own husband…observing her reactions with a seductive smile on his lips.

Julia couldn’t suppress a guttural moan escaping her lips…smothered by Severus’ hand on her mouth, when bold fingertips brushed against the edge of her panties…pulling them aside in a swift move. Another groan found its way up her throat as soon as a finger dipped into her moist depths. “Gods, you’re already so wet for us, Julia,” the deep voice of her husband cut the silence of the night, a subtle hint of mockery seemed to be layered underneath the lecherous tone of his words.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for us, Jules,” Severus murmured close to her ear, still holding her in place from behind her back. His hand released her mouth…only to be replaced by his arm, tightly wrapped around her neck. The tickling sensation of Severus’ breath on her delicate skin sent goosebumps all over her body, which didn’t stay unnoticed by him. His amused chuckle echoed through the air, only to be followed by a strict demand: “Wider, Julia! We know, you could never get enough of us…”

Severus’ commanding tone and the mysterious situation left her speechless and aroused. The wetness between her thighs glistened in the moonlight, causing a never known neediness to creep up inside herself.

“Damn…you’re dripping already,” Severus teased her from his kneeling position, before his thumb started to draw circles on her throbbing clit, causing her to moan in delight. “Just give in and enjoy the magic, Jules…,” his dark voice growled and Julia couldn’t make out, who of them said that. The confusion mixed with her growing excitement made her feel slightly light-headed. Two fingers entered her moist entrance, adding a new layer of greediness to her already tense body. While her husband held her in place, his magical likeness drove the redhead crazy with the gentle and yet determined play of his digits….fingering her deliberately slowly…teasing her clit with his thumb until she begged for more. “Oh, gosh….yes! Please, Severus….fuck me! I’m begging you,” Julia whimpered desperately, almost crying from this lustful torture.

Suddenly a third Severus joined the scene. Julia noticed how good he looked with his man bun, a cheeky strand of hair falling over his eye, just like she had seen it countless times before, when her husband was focused on brewing his potions. His voice sounded so mockingly when he approached her, pinching her hardened nipples through the silky fabrics of her nightgown. “Well, well…what do we have here?,” he groaned huskily before he licked over the delicate skin on Julia’s neck. “Damn, you’re truly insatiable, Jules…but so am I!” Ripping off her dress, Severus revealed Julia’s soft, full breasts and bit his bottom lip in anticipation. “Fuck, Jules…you know, what I want…,” he murmured under his breath before his mouth found its destination…embracing her stiffened nipple with hungry eager. “Let me be your good boy, Jules…,” Severus mumbled before he started to suckle greedily until a small trace of milk drooled from the corner of his mouth…causing her legs to tremble.

“Aah! Severus…yes…do with me whatever you want…,” she whimpered needily, closing her eyes in pleasure.

“Oh no, Jules…open your eyes, my darling,” her husband growled from behind her back. “You will watch us, sweetheart…we want you to see everything, what we’re doing with you…and you will enjoy the view until you’re coming undone.” Julia couldn’t do anything else than nodding obediently, when Severus held her in place for his companions…pressing his hard cock against her back….

Suddenly Julia woke up from her naughty dream, with a loud gasp escaping from her mouth. Blinking rapidly, she looked at her familiar surroundings, feeling the soft surface of the bedsheets beneath her bare skin. Her gaze fell on her peacefully sleeping husband on the other side of the bed. Tenderly Julia bent over to place a little kiss on Severus’ adorably crooked nose…before she slipped underneath the covers to worship him the way, he deserved to be treated…..

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

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