#wh40

[candyswirls]

@sorormaior Garm would love Cary.

Leman is bewildered how well they behave with him

[msflora-lynn]

I think this is how the Thousand Sons's first meeting with their primarch goes:

I AM BACK FROM COMMISSION MARATHON!!!!! I CAN MAGNUSPOST AGAIN!!!

Here's a cute parody I made, sorry if the resolution is smol.

[I edited to correct his eye >:3]

[deleteddewewted]

I don't know if this might be an idea for you, but...

I'm still getting to know the Warhammer universe in depth, but I started a draft a while ago. It was supposed to be an oneshot, but it became huge and I ended up putting it aside because I lacked creativity.

But anyway : I had started that the emperor wasn't such an idiot, he sort of had some feelings for his children (not looking at them as tools) and in order for humanity to prevail he sort of goes from world to world looking for political alliances (so he marries his son and takes a planet for himself). Horus would fall into chaos because the one chosen him, in the vision of a shaman, she was the future with Guilliman after the fall of the emperor and also the OC had an enormous love for Guilliman (a beautiful feeling), but Roboute had a relationship with Yvraine, even if the emperor didn't approve.

The OC would be a witch/wizard (I don't know if she fits in this universe without being killed for heresy, or if they'll let it go because... script 😬 )

I'm still figuring out how to develop it or whether to delete it and start another way, what do you think?

It's a lot of information, you can ignore it 🙃

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my language .

Preventing Destiny

Horus x Fem! Reader

A/n: This is such a good idea! I hope you post it someday. This inspired something in me and now i have to make a series similar your idea anon. Consider this part 1 out of 2 or 3 parts.

MDNI

W: NSFW, Fluff, Angst, Jealousy, Baby Trapping, Abandonment, Pre-Heresy Horus, Fem Reader, Insecurities, Zero accommodation

If you want to buy me a Ko-fi

Love was such a finicky thing. It drove mortal men to madness, created wars in the battle of ideals, made orphans out of children, and made men into beasts. Horus watched as their crusade brought great benefit to the Imperium, one by one uniting the human colonies under the same flag and set of ideals Horus' father sought to make true. But war was not the only thing that united them all, no, unions and treaties did as well. His father bestowed upon him an offer he couldn't reject. Marriage in holy union over sought by the Emperor himself. His father told him of his adventures into the stars, how in his own search he had found an idealic planet with idealic people. That he had found a woman worthy of his son and his glory. Horus' ego grew as he awaited the day he would be introduced to you.

You met on your home planet. Your parents had agreed to follow the lead of the Emperor as long as he allowed them to continue to rule with his guidance. This was agreed upon but with a condition that left your parents speechless. The man adorned in golden armor mentioned a son of his, one that will one day become his heir to all that he had made. He wanted you to wed, to show that there is no ill will between your planet and the greater Imperium. Your parents eagerly waited with bated breath for your response, and when you agreed, the Emperor smiled down at you and promised you that this would bring great fortune to everyone. You met Horus not a day later. He was brought to your chambers and he had the opportunity to introduce himself to you. His hair was short and he had a faint stuble growing in. He looked rugged and handsome all the same and it lit a flame in your chest that you wished would persist.

Horus on the other hand was smitten even before meeting you. His father had described you after he insisted on knowing who his wife would be. His father described you as being a normal baseline, with nothing of importance other than your ancestry and the planet you bring with you, but Horus wanted more. He wanted details about your features, the way your voice sounded, he wanted to know if you were as eager as him to marry and to meet. He was like a child shaking in anticipation. He needed to know who you were as you would one day be his and he only yours. He begged his father to allow you both to meet on your planet as you make you more comfortable. Meeting in your chambers allowed him to truly grasp who you were as a person. You had a love for all things relating to your people, you adored your parents and you were educated in the law. You cared to learn more about the Imperium to better fulfill your duties as his wife.

"There's no need to push yourself so much, my wife." He had grabbed your hand in his, yours being dwarfed by his, and pressed the back of it to his lips in a chaste kiss.

"I will ensure you to date with everything but you do not need to worry about it. You will have greater things to do when it comes our Legion and our sons."

"Our sons?" You questioned, brow raised as you looked at the man before you.

"Yes, our sons. My Legion awaits for their mother. And if you will allow it, our own sons and daughters.” He had placed a kiss on your hand before pressing it against his cheek. He knew that you were the only woman for him. His eyes would never wonder, his love would never fade. You made him feel like a man and he would fulfill you as a woman.

Married life was blissful to him as his wife dotted on him hand and foot, and he would do the same. He would come back to his chambers only find her reading or sleeping and the moment his presence was made known she would drop everything to take care of him. You would take care of his wounds, ensure he was clean from head to toe by preparing him a bath. You devoted yourself to proving that you were an idealic wife only to be reminded that he had his own needs to prove himself a worthy husband. He would massage your feet and take care of you when sick. He would have the servants in the palace fetch you whatever you so desire. Only the finest food would be reserved for you. Only the best gifts would be given to you. Nothing would prevent him from sending you letters that were filled with promises of coming back and making you both complete with a child. He couldn’t have asked for a more dutiful partner that matched him.

But it all came crashing down when a shaman they had captured asked him if he wanted to see fate, to witness his future as it was already set. Horus had assumed that the old hag had simply done this to stop them from killing her but he was corrected when they did not flinch at the tip of his sword cutting into their skin. He agreed, curiosity getting the best of him. The shaman mixed powders, and liquids into a ranging flame and chanted words he did not know nor understood. In the smoke appeared your image but Horus was not the one standing next to you. Guilliman was there instead. You were kissing Guilliman, deeper and more lovingly than you’ve ever kissed him. You spoke his brother's name with breathless want unlike how you spoke his own. You were as dotting and as diligent as how you were with Horus but you looked more in love with his damn brother. Image after image of you and his blond-haired brother kissing and living in married bliss set a fire inside him he tried to quell and snuff, but it consumed him. It ate at him as the shaman prophesied that it was only a matter of time before this woman Horus wedded would leave him and fall in love with Guilliman. That if he wanted to preserve his marriage he had to keep you apart and even then it wouldn’t be guaranteed that you would remain faithful. That destiny and fate were never wrong and that no matter his efforts you would leave.

Horus laughed at the shaman in something that almost felt bitter as he promised that his wife was faithful and only had room to love him. But he knew deep down that he was lying to himself and he simply couldn’t have this hag have him bested. Either a swift movement he cut off her head and watched it roll onto the floor as her body slumped forward into the flame. Blood pooled around the corpse and dripped from his sword.

“You are wrong old witch. She is mine. She was promised to me!” He let out in a bitter rage. He walked away, not bothering to take any kind of trophy from his spoils and made it back to his ship with the rest of his sons. He told them to take off a she’s snack to Terra, that they were done here and that there was nothing of value on this planet but only lies and decit.

Once home, he arrived with a new fond vigor and let it all out on you. He smelled of sweat and musk, something manly and oddly attractive. He didn’t bother removing most of his armor but just enough so he could fuck you and have you near to his skin. He watched you pant and moan into the air as he grunted out promises to make you a mother. There was nothing that would take you from him. Nothing.

His father grew unpleased with Horus' petulant attitude. He was acting like a child with how he wouldn't introduce his wife to his brothers. He had promised you to introduce you to all of his brothers, that he would have you known to the galaxy and beyond as his wife and now he was planning on retracting that promise. What if you did leave him for his brother? Why were prophecized to be with Guilliman and not him? Anger consumed his thoughts but he quelled them as he promised his father that he would introduce you soon.

Horus spent an entire day with you, more than he had ever been allotted to spend with you since he was constantly busy, and asked you if you wished to meet his brothers soon. You said yes, happy to finally meet the rest of his family as you had only briefly met the Emperor and that was all. Even your wedding my was a private affair with only your parents and the Emperor to bear witness. To finally meet your husbands siblings meant a great deal to you as you had nine to your own and was desperate to find family.

So began his great plan to keep you faithful and longing for him as the date came ever closer for you to meet his brothers. He promised you riches, promised you children that he didn’t even know if he could give you, granted you every wish you had so you wouldn’t seek it from someone else. All of the nights he had available where spent keeping you in bed with him, cock warning him or him tasting your cunt hoping you would appreciate his careful and attentive care to your needs. He spent his morning showering you in compliments and promising you that he will return to you.

All of this was for not when he finally had to comply and introduce you to his brothers. His father had arranged a small event to host in the palaces garden, hoping to have all of his sons together to celebrate their success in their crusade. While many of his brothers and their sons had arrived already, there was still a few missing as they were busy with final reports and or just arriving. Horus had dressed in his best pelts and downed light armor in his legions colors. You did the same, wearing a loose fitting dress that was decorated with golden trim and design. There was not mistaking who you were, you were his wife and the mother to his sons. His father had warned him to play nice, that you were not a toy but a diplomat as well.

“Do not hinder her, my son.” He had scolded before leaving him be and heading towards the great garden that was filled with music, laugh, and cheer.

Pleasantries were easy as drink and food flowed through the palace. You found it oddly natural to speak to many of his brothers as they all seemed to be similar in personality or at least feigned politeness. You slowly made your way to each brother and finally arrived at the last one who had been entertaining some of his nephews. Guilliman was wearing his people’s attire, a toga colored blue and with the insignia of his chapter proudly displayed in a golden lapel that kept his cape still on his shoulders. His golden lorals were exchanged for real leafs and his armored boots were traded for sandals. He was relaxed, sipping on the wine that was in his chalice.

Horus hoped you would show disinterest in Guilliman, that you wouldn’t want to approach him, that his younger brother was disinteresting enough to make you look away. But no, you approached him, your small hand finding place on your beloved husbands arm as you dragged him over to meet his brother. He complied, hoping that the interecation would be short and brief as this was what he was dreading.

“Brother, this is my lovely wife, Y/n. Mother to my sons, Legionnaire mother of the Luna Wolves.” Horus voice boomed at the last part, almost as he was reemphasizing that you were already spoken for and already had a legion of your own. You smiled and bowed your head at Guilliman, Berle standing straight and meeting his eyes.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Guilliman. My husband has spoken good thing about you, I can assure you.” Your joked. Guilliman let out a small chuckle, a smile blooming on his face as he nodded and joked back that he sure hope so.

You smiled brighter than you ever did with Horus. His brother spoke about his latest victory, detailing the assault and the execution of his plan all while gesturing with his hands. You were entertained by his brothers stories and it left a bitter taste in Horus’ mouth. No, this wouldn’t happen and couldn’t happen. Not here. Not in front of all of these people. Not in front of their father who had promised you to him. You were his. You were his! His wife, the mother to his sons. You couldn’t do this to him!

He grabbed you by the waist and dragged you away to his chambers without even saying goodbye. He threw his brother a quick smile and lead you back to his chambers where he threw you on to his bed and began stripping himself of his clothes as he watched you intently.

“Horus-“ he cut you off with a kiss as he began stripping you of your clothes too. Your clothes were torn and your moans were muffled by his mouth. It only pushed him to go further. He grabbed you by your legs and pushed them up to your ears, his arms and legs making sure to keep you spread open for him. He made use of his hands, his mouth, his cock to pleasure you tenfold so you wouldn't think of anyone other than him. He watched you gasp as he fucked into you and promised you he would ensure that you lay pregnant with his child after this. There was no tenderness in his actions. The once gentle man who would treat you like porcelain when he made love to you was now fucking you like a dog in heat and you his bitch to breed. His mouth found hole on your skin, biting and nipping at it as he thrusted into you. His ablks slapped against your ass as he used one of his hands to play with your clit and rub it as you began to scream that you were close. He didn’t care of you were close or not. He just needed you to remember that you were his first and you were his forever.

“Horus! I can’t-!” You choked out, back arching as you clung to him for dear life as his continues thrust made the bed shake.

“Come for me, Y/n.” He huffed. He tightens his grip around your legs, making sure his hand kept them together and still as he watched your pussy take his cock with ease.

“Let me breed and film you with my children.” He picked up pace before slapping your ass and cumming inside you. His cum began to leak out do you but he wasn’t done yet. More and more of his seed was released into your womb and all he did was watch as it began to coat his dick and your ass.

“Good. I’m sure we will have a welcomed surprise in due time.” He panted out. You lay still as you waited for your husband to pull out of you but he never did. Instead, he grabbed you and pulled you closer to him before he turned you both over and had you laying on his chest as he later on the bed. You could hear the loud thrumming of his heart in his chest as he slowly came down from his climax.

“It was rude to just leave, Horus. You owe your brothers an apology.” You teased, not truly caring as you could barely think in the moment. You were full and could still feel how cum leaked out of your abused and swollen pussy. Horus had never been so eager or predator like before, not even when you asked him to be. You wondered if you would get more opportunities to experience this side of him in bed.

You fell asleep listening to your husbands heartbeat, warm and protected in his arms when Horus lay awake watching you. You were his, child ir jot he would make sure you stayed by him as you were given to him to wed. If you wanted to leave him for his brother you would find that nothing you did wojld set you free. Nothing. You were his and he was yours.

[plagueplanethq]

I assumed that the Lion's Forestwalk ability was his warp power. Maybe not, maybe he turns into a...giant...cat? I dunno, that isn't nearly as interesting.

What do you think the other primarchs' warp powers would be?

[sincwaite]

Monastic sotitude

Will be finished, maybe.

[denofimagination-blog]

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[plagueplanethq]

EXCUSE ME HI I HAVE A QUESTION

Guilliman's Council

by Phil Moss

(via Warhammer Art)

[msflora-lynn]

This is how I imagine Mag's young self looks like? I know they skip their baby and teenage phase pretty quickly, but... Why not?

[deleteddewewted]

Supermarket Romance p2

Modern! Titus x Gn! Reader

S: Titus goes back to the supermarket as he needs ingredients for a new recipe that his gyms security guard recommended trying. He gave himself the liberty to wear a hoodie this time as he wasn't feeling all too well. He wasn't expecting to see you again nor that you asked him a question. (Cairon makes a brief appearance here!)

W: PTSD episodes, Depression, Anxiety Disorders, Reader is a broke Artist, Titus works as an Analyst for a company, Ableist comments (From Titus and to Titus)

Previous / Next

He didn't know what to think about his appearance at the moment. If anything, he was trying to not think about it. He was wearing shorts, which he usually wore for semi-formal occasions, and a hoodie, which he had for the gym. His leg was acting up again, the weather and his lack of use of his knee brace created bigger problems for him. He knew he should have worn it the last time he worked out but he felt too embarrassed to wear it out in public. He thought people would stare or pass judgment if he did so he left it in his gym bag. He didn’t think to much about it anyways. He just needed to grab a few things to make a recipe that the security guard at the gym he goes to suggested.

Cairon was a hulking figure, especially for a security guard. He was an ex veteran like himself, was younger than Titus by a few years, and he was discharged after losing his arm during an explosion. The man seem to take his injury in stride unlike Titus. He constantly encouraged Titus, was motivational to all who walked in, made sure to keep everyone in check. Cairon was a ray of sunshine that Titus couldn’t seem to damper. Not that he wanted to but it was a little much at times. Cairons eagerness to help and be there became overwhelming at times but Titus also welcomed it. The man approached him first after all, made sure to help him find the locker room and the private gyms if he ever needed a moment to himself. Titus thought the younger man might have picked up on his disability and that’s why he was being kind but no, Cairon picked up on Titus’ discomfort for overly loud and crowded spaces. Ever since their first meeting Cairon has been a constant presence in Titus’ life and the older man appreciated that. He even told Titus that he should wear his brace and that not wearing it would just make things harder on himself.

Titus was paying the price for it now. His knee more than anything was killing him and his entire leg felt like it was ready to collapse under him while he gauged the prices of the cabbage. He leaned on his other leg instead, hoping to gain some relief.

"Are they any good?" A voice asked from beside him. He turned to look at the person but didn't see anyone. He looked down instead and found you staring at the cabbages.

"Im thinking of getting one but im not sure. I don't think ¢.76 the pound is worth it for a cabbage." You rambled on. He didn't know what to think, he kind of just blinked at you hoping that his brain would help him push the words out of his mouth. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't the first time he's talked to you but this was the first actual conversation he was contemplating having with a stranger.

"Hmm, i think its cheaper at the corner store." You turn around and just leave, not even bothering for a response from him.

Titus just watches you leave, the words stuck in his throat as he turns back around and processes what happened. Your scent was something he picked up. You smelled nice, earthy even. He wanted to ask what cologne or perfume you used. Maybe it was your body wash. It was comforting and reminded him of one of his bunk buddies who was into hygiene and always looking presentable.

He didnt keep track where you going but every so often he did bump into you. You seemed to be on a tighter budget than last time, only grabbing a few items that where on clearance or expiring soon. He noticed that you had a lot of meat in your basket and ziplock bags. Maybe you were freezing them so they would last longer, he thought to himself. Now that he thought about it, his recipe did call for meat and he was yet to get any.

His hands began to sweat and his hands trembled as he thought about it. He could use this as his excuse to talk to you, to introduce himself and be pleasant. His therapist had suggested he start socializing with other people outside of his work and gym. He could do this, he told himself. He siked himself up, took a few deep breathes, and walked over to you.

You were looking at some potatoes, thinking if it was worth buying them since there was no way you would be able to preserve them. Your fridge was having issues and you were worried about the moisture in your apartment. Either way, the potatoes would mold quickly and it would be waste unless you tried eating only that for the next week and a half. The thought made you sick.

“Excuse me.” A man’s voice came from behind you. You jolted before moving to the side hoping you hadn’t taken too much space so he could grab whatever he wanted from the produce section. But he never reach forward to grab anything. Instead, he was facing you. You swallowed hard before turning to face the man. It was the kind stranger who gifted you the ice cream from last time. He looked menacing, he practically loomed over you and his clothes didn’t help disuade that feeling.

“Hey there, stranger.” You replied. You hoped that your nervousness wasn’t noticeable. You felt like you were practically sweating buckets. His gaze was intense, his eyes half lidded and looking into your soul as his face betrayed no emotion.

“Is there any good sale on the meats?” His question didn’t feel like a question, more like an observation. You didn’t know how to feel about it. The man gave ex con or ex military vibes and it was starting to make you nervous just how big he was.

“Uh…yeah, there’s some good deals. It’s half off if you get the clearance stuff. You just need to ask butcher for the cuts you want.” You felt awkward and out of place. Not an unusual feeling but it was made more intense by the man in front of you. He didn’t even react to the information you age him, he merely blinked at you before nodding his head and thanking you.

“Thank you for the information. I’ll make sure to check with the butcher.” He looked like he was going to take his leave, his body already turning to leave, but he stops himself.

“My name is Titus.” It was your turn to blink at him. Titus. The name was so… pristine. Elegant even. It sounded so modern yet old and it flowed with a nice bounce. You could practically taste the pronunciation of his name on your tongue.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Titus. I’m Y/n.” You offered your hand to him but he ignored it and walked away instead. You sighed and turned back to the potatoes.

“Titus, what a lovely name.” You thought to yourself. You with an amused smile on your face, you walked towards the cash register to check out.

Titus sped walk away from the produce area as quickly as he could. His leg was killing him and the muscles in the appendage were set ablaze. But he ignored it. His heart was pounding in his chest and the air around him felt heavy. He spoke to someone new today and they didn’t run away! A small spark of joy bloomed in his chest as he went over the interaction in his head. You smiled at him, you spoke to him, you met his gaze. You weren’t disgusted by his appearance but instead you treated him like he was any ordinary man. It was thrilling to him. And yet, he wondered if you stayed cause you truly wanted to speak to him. His joy dwindled but he did accept that it was progress. His therapist was sure to be thrilled with this new development. In the mean time, he mulled over your name. He thought it was nice and fitting for you. You looked like your name, for however silly the thought was. A lovely name for a kind looking person. He wondered if this meant you would speak to him the next time you meet. If he could approach you. Would that ok? Would it be welcomed? Doubts consumed him but he pressed on. He made his way over to the small butcher shop in the store and asked for their clearance cuts. He grabbed a few he liked or thought would be easiest to cook and made his way to the front of the store to pay. He couldn’t spot you in any of the lines but he did spot you waiting at the bus stop once again.

He bagged and grab his things and and this way back to his car. As he loaded his things he noticed you get on the bus with all of your bags and leave. He wondered what kind do life you lived. What minute inconveniences might you have in your own life? What were your motivations? He shook his head and closed his trunk.

He sat in the drivers seat and gave himself a few minutes to prepare for the drive ahead of him. He hoped that this issue would go away sooner rather than later like his therapist had told him. But he knew better than to rush himself to drive when he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t want to have to stop on the side of the highway again because of an episode. It would make the trip twice as long and twice as painful.

[plagueplanethq]

The magnificent bastard himself

guy who's full of bugs: you should be full of bugs, its great ☢️☢️☢️ smore 40k stuff, wanted to explore my take on typhus

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[plagueplanethq]

The Dawn of Fire series continues with The Martyr’s Tomb by Marc Collins, the sixth installment. Shortly after the Kingdom of Iron is secured, the Archenemy strikes the shrine worlds of the Golden Chain, and only Velua remains standing. The Order of Our Martyred Lady and the Black Templars are all that lies between legions of plague-ridden cultists and complete and utter defeat.

Incoming Death Guard in the sixth Dawn of Fire novel! I’m pretty stoked. We got some hot Kor Phaeron action in The Gate of Bones, maybe they’ll give us Typhus as a little treat in this one? (I’d be surprised if they gave us Mortarion, Abaddon hasn’t even shown up yet.) Here’s hoping that we get some good Death Guard characters out this. Also who is the badass lady with the axe?

[quenthel]

tech priests i drew last week btw

[candyswirls]

Return of the Phoenician

Pt 1 - Next - MasterPost (For all my other fics and writings)

Warnings: mentions of blood, self depreciation, negative self talk

Failure. Naive. Unwanted. Fake. Annoying. Weak. Too much to handle. Unlovable. Just an experiment. Unwanted. Just a copy. An irritant. Nothing like the original. Unwanted. Gullible. Idiot. Nothing like the original. Disobedient. Unlovable. Clone scum. Disgrace. Unwanted. Shameful. Disgusting. Unlovable. Stupid. Object. Unwanted. Burden. Unlovable. Stain. Unwanted. Traitor. Unlovable. Unwanted. Murderer. Unlovable. Unwanted, unlovable.

He was unwanted so therefore he was unlovable.

He sniffled as he slowly came into full consciousness. His joints were stuck as his muscles stung. The freezing crackle could still be felt in his nervous system. Green lights danced across his blurry vision.

He coughed and seethed as his lungs burned. Iron flooded his mouth and he slid across the wall till he lay on the floor. The scarabs crawled forth to pull him back up to his sitting position.

They skittered around, not paying attention to him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, any light irritating his throbbing migraine. Tears escaped down his cheeks.

He could still hear the Necron’s yelling and arguing beyond the room. Trazyn had been livid by whatever just happened. Raging at another.

He winced at the confusing and terrifying ordeal. All he could recall was being awakened by pain. Like he was being burned and electrocuted at the same time. A powerful source coursed through his veins. It warped his body and mind. He had never felt pain like this before. He screamed until it stopped. The feelings still echoing throughout his nervous system.

He could barely see. Every part of him singing with pain. He could see metal. There was fighting and screaming. He was dragged into this room and left as shots rang out.

As he regained movement and awareness he could feel his body desperately trying to repair itself. Several things were definitely wrong, that was a given, but there was something else. How he perceived the room. The scarabs. His body felt off. In a way not expected. The tunic he wore now was baggy. Falling off of one shoulder.

Even the inner workings of his body felt different. Like they weren’t up to full capacity. It was as if he had… shrunk.

He grimaced, taking note how his facial structure didn’t feel as it should be. He managed to reach up and feel his cheek. Everything tingled but he notated the lack of thick stubble. He usually kept clean shaven but his skin felt like it had never grown any hair. As if he were but a boy before reaching maturity.

He paused. He processed all he knew and focused on a particularly shiny scarab.

He grabbed it as it squeaked and protested. He held it up to him to see his reflection.

He was younger. A teenager.

He dropped the scarab unceremoniously and slowly slid back down to lying down. The other scarabs tried to come sit him up again. He batted them away.

“Leave… me alone,” he croaked.

Despite the raspiness, he even sounded younger. Whatever it was he was in had de-aged him.

He choked as bile exited his stomach. The acrid taste lingering in his mouth. Bile. Fabius Bile. Teacher. He had… given him away. Like he was nothing. To a necron. To be kept. Like an object. He was merely an object. Unwanted by anyone. Just an experiment. Unloved.

He sniffed as his lip trembled. Hot tears began flowing again as he wallowed in his misery and woe. He gagged as his stomach purged more. His abdomen clenched and he could feel sweat dripping down his back. He felt as though he was burning again.

He coughed, unable to move as the pain rippled. It didn’t stop until he was dry heaving. Nothing left in his body to give.

He gasped and tried to slow his breathing. The burning stopped and his sweat suddenly felt very cool. His muscles relaxed. He closed his eyes, relishing in the pain relief.

His moment of respite was interrupted as the necron he was given to, Trazyn, came storming in.

He yelled somethings in his language, still mad at whatever had transpired.

He crouched down before Fulgrim.

“Look at what he’s done to my Primarch,” he hissed.

Fulgrim gritted his teeth and struggled to roll over.

Trazyn hummed and reached out to grab him. Fulgrim attempted to smacked his hand away.

“Don’t… touch me,” he whimpered.

“You’re in need of medical attention,” Trazyn muttered. He spoke as if he wasn’t even there.

He tried crawling away from the Necron.

“I don’t know what you think you’re going to accomplish,” Trazyn said. “You’re wounded, have no where to go, and I’ll be putting you back in place soon.”

Fulgrim spat blood at the collector.

“What did you do to me??” He demanded.

“Nothing, there was a malfunction with your pod due to… interference. Annoying interference. It exploded and the stasis field overloaded. Rather than holding you in suspended animation and prevent aging, it did the opposite it looks like. Reversed you to late adolescence. Pity. Perhaps I’ll keep you out a bit till you mature. Then you’ll be placed back in the exhibit.”

Fulgrim managed to pull himself to a corner. Seething as he rubbed his legs. He hadn’t used them yet it was like they were on fire!

Trazyn moved to leave, “I will be back.”

Fulgrim huffed and leaned against the cold metal wall. Tears began to pour again. This was ridiculous. Stupid! Why?! Why did everything have to turn out like this?! He deserved better than this!

He paused as he came to a self realization and groaned. He was even thinking like a spoiled brat.

Grief and despair overwhelmed him again. He curled into a ball and sobbed again. He was hopeless. Just like the original.

Teacher’s last words echoed in his mind. How he was already set to fail like the original. He would fall. He would already fail. He was a failure. He didn’t want him anymore. He was too much of a burden. He was sending him to Trazyn to have as part of the Necron’s collection.

His head spun. He had no use, no purpose, no meaning. No one wanted him. Therefore, he was unloved. Maybe it was best to be kept in suspended animation. Then he wouldn’t falter. Couldn’t disappoint anyone. Not like the original.

He screamed in rage, breathing picking up. No! No! He refused! He had sworn he would be better than the original. He would make things right! He would make different choices. Things WOULD be different. His sons were willing to follow him. He had started a revolt! He was the Phoenician, a Primarch, a son of the emperor. He had brought his entire world into compliance without the use of violence.

He WOULD be better than the original. He already was. He’d made up his mind.

He shifted uncomfortably, running all he could recall of necrons and his short time awake here.

He couldn’t fight them. Too many and he was wounded. His legs. Could he even use them anymore??

He shook his head and gripped the wall, trying to stand.

To his relief, the scarabs came to his assistance. He was almost standing but the pain was unbearable. He let out a string of the most vulgar chemosian swears and insults he could.

His knees gave out and he fell backwards. He seethed for a moment as he crushed a few scarabs then rolled off of them. He looked up to see them dead, being teleported away. Some on their back twitching.

He burst into tears, intense grief overwhelming all emotions at accidentally killing them. What was happening??? This was embarrassing! Crying over Xenos vermin?!? But they didn’t deserve it! It was an accident!

One was still there, some of its legs now broke. It flailed its working ones as it struggled to get off its back.

He sniffed as he picked it up and tried to bend the broken legs back to their right angle. He set it down and it scampered away.

He continued to hiccup and rub his aching legs.

Come on. Think. Ignore the scarabs! I have to get out of here. I can’t fight. It’d be unwise. Leman would laugh at him for such a thought. Lion would mock him. Perturabo would scoff.

He covered his mouth as the doubting words of his brethren echoed in his mind.

He slammed a fist down. No! He could do this. He didn’t fight or battle at all to bring Chemos into compliance. His greatest weapon had been diplomacy. He still had those skills.

The Necron Collector was obviously a high ranking Necron. He had skills. He could mine. He knew how to forge. There had to be something he could do or say to convince him of his freedom. If it doesn’t succeed… well that never stopped him. Find another angle or try again later.

His lip trembled as he dared to think his next thought.

Father, Emperor of Mankind, please hear me. It’s not a prayer. Just a plead for help. For mercy. Help me get out of here and back to you. I miss you. I miss you all. I swear I am better than the original. This clone will not disappoint you. Please. I just need a chance. Give me strength.

He rubbed his eyes and scooted to a sitting position, waiting for Trazyn to return.