#oc: erriox
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Translation: Mine, Yours
Some words are better translated using body language. Warning: Erriox/Lenora smut.
Dialogue spoken in High Gothic is in bolded italics.
Author's note: Short and smutty. Also cw: SMUT. My piece for #mating press march. Hope it's hot enough. Lol.
OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior); Lenora
Tagged: @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts, @shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan
“You will smell of no one but me. Speak no one else’s name but mine. Think of no one but me. You are mine. Mine to have. Mine to claim.” Erriox growled into her ear. Each squelching thrust emphasizing each sentence.
Mine. Mine. Mine… was all Lenora could hear. She whimpered. All she could smell was him. All she could feel was him. He was her Astartes. Her Iron Warrior. Her Erriox. Her mind spiraled, threatening to drown her in the pleasure of it all.
“Look at me. Who do you belong to?” His stormy blue eyes bored straight into her soul.
She scrambled to put together a coherent thought, “You...”
“In Gothic!” He snarled, snapping his hips.
Back arching, eyes rolling into her head, Lenora mewled, “I’m yours…! I belong to you…”
Not satisfied with her response, “Louder!” He commanded. Bullying his cock into her gummy walls, angling so he would hit that sweet spot that left her screaming. Driving home his message. “Who do you belong to?”
Lenora wailed, “Aanngh! You! Erriox! I belong to you!” Her overstimulated, sex-addled brain could barely register what she was saying. She could feel the stretch of his length filling her; feel the mess of slick and his cum between them dripping down her thighs, wetting the bedspread underneath. She whined. Her leg kicked out helplessly as she tried to hook her leg around him, trying to draw herself closer. Her fingers digging into his arms, trying to ground herself in some way. Erriox snarled, pinning her hips to the bed, relentlessly pushing her towards the edge.
“Beg for it.”
Her eyes flicked up towards him, fierce and angry, having had enough of his teasing, “No! No more!” She snarled back. And promptly pulled herself to him and sank her teeth into the meat of his shoulder.
Erriox yanked her head back by her hair. He grinned fiercely, teeth baring, “You call that a bite?” He scoffed. He drove his cock into her roughly and deeply, groaning as he felt her tighten around him with each punishing thrust. He knew that she enjoyed that as much as he did.
“Let me…” he grunted, “show you…” another thrust, another moan, “…what a proper bite is!” He bit down hard into the side of her neck, breaking skin. Lenora keened wordlessly, clamping down onto him as pain and pleasure threw her over the edge. Himself, following not long after, swallowing her moans with a searing kiss. His arms grasped her tightly as he painted her insides with his seed.
They lay there nestled into one another, sweaty foreheads pressed together, slowly coming down from their high. Lenora let out a shuddering breath, “That was… intense,… but god… that was good.” Ending in a giggle. She pressed her lips to his, sweet and loving. Erriox chuckled as he returned her affections, preening at her compliment. He then lathed his tongue over his bite mark, tasting the iron in her blood as he cleaned the wound. Erriox wasn’t into biting and drinking blood as intensely as his Blood Angel cousins, but he could admit that there was something darkly satisfying about biting and marking his Lenora.
He nuzzled her, nosing against her cheek, “Are you alright?”
Warm brown eyes met his stormy blue, “I’m ok.” Lenora nuzzled back, “Thank you…” she murmured, before claiming his lips again. Wrapping her arms around his neck.
Erriox purred contentedly as he pressed deeper into her kiss; one hand sliding down the small of her back, the other giving her ass an affectionate squeeze before pulling her body in ever closer. He pulled away slightly, lips brushing hers, rumbling, “I am yours as you are mine.”
Smiling, Lenora kissed his scarred lips as she breathed, “I’m yours for as long as you are mine.”
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Exchanges
Erriox gets a bit paranoid, but what the heck. The food is delicious. Who is he to deny his bonded human’s hospitality?
Words spoken in Gothic are in bolded italics
Author’s note: I like my Iron Warriors a little paranoid, juuuuust a touch. Also, this fic follows after “Finally Found You. (You Survived.)”. Some snippets are written out of order because it just depends on what inspires my brain, but I will make notes if certain fics are in some particular order. The fics will also be in chronological order on my masterlist.
OCs: Lenora; Erriox (Iron Warrior)
Tagged: @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts, @shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan
The first thing Erriox noticed as he entered Lenora’s home was the fact that a number of the larger furniture pieces were made to fit Astartes warriors. She seemed oddly prepared. He looked around warily, did another space marine already live there? Did he walk into a trap? The instinctual wariness and caution borne from battle-worn experience through countless warfare kept him alive thus far. She was far too calm about this and she also knew so much, definitely much more Gothic language than most other humans he had encountered. Perhaps he had been too hasty, too blinded by this bond? He couldn’t help but be cautious, though a part of him felt a pang of jealousy at the possibility of another Astartes sharing the same bond.
Lenora was already spooning rice and stew into bowls when she noticed the Iron Warrior’s hesitancy, “Are you alright?” she asked him with concern.
“I am fine.” He eyed her for a moment, taking the next second to assess the scents in the air. The aroma from the food Lenora cooked made his mouth water, but aside from that, he could smell the thin presence of another Astartes, not current, probably from about a week ago. He wondered who it was and which legion they were from. If there were hidden enemy Astartes, Erriox figured he could deal with them. Fighting off multiple enemies wasn't new to him after all. He sat and took the offered bowl.
That first bite of food filled his mouth with a rich and savoury combination of taste and texture, even better than he what imagined when its aroma hit his nose. It was a rather non-existent thing for the Fourth legion since his life was mostly in a state of siege warfare; nutrient-rich gruel or bars were the standard. Even here in ancient Terra, while cooking was more common among his battle brothers, having the skill to cook well was still limited; though individuals from certain legions seem to have a knack for it. Being able to eat such flavorful food was still almost sinfully indulgent. Even if it had been poisoned, it would be the most delicious poison he ever ate.
Already three spoonfuls in her own bowl of stew and rice, Lenora watched Iron Warrior with amusement as his brows quirked at his first bite, then continued taking bite after bite of his food; inwardly relieved since he seemed so wary upon entering her home, a sudden change from his earlier boldness when they first met. Drinking a gulp of water to quell the giggle threatening to bubble over, she asked “Is it to your liking?”
Erriox shot her an almost bewildered look, breaking his stern countenance, “What sorcery is this?” his bowl, already empty.
She couldn’t help but laugh then. Of all the Gothic words she knew, “sorcery” was one of, if not the first few words that she learned from Mithras, her friend’s Thousand Son Astartes. Her hand may have hid her grin, but her eyes and voice could not conceal her mirth, “It is not sorcery. It’s only a combination of meat, vegetables, and herbs.”
“You can have as much as you want. I’ve made more than enough. Go help yourself.” Lenora gestured to the pots sitting on the stove. She had originally intended to freeze the leftovers, but it’s not everyday that the Astartes warrior that you had found almost dead months ago would drop by for a visit. It would be churlish not to feed her guest well. She could easily make more tomorrow anyway.
Since she insisted, who was he to say no? Erriox went to fill his second bowl.
He finished his third when the thought occurred to him, “Who taught you Gothic?” Erriox asked her. It wasn’t an easy language to learn without assistance and practise, and she was able to speak and understand enough of it that he could tell that she had been learning the language for quite some time. He figured she would likely tell him which other Astartes lived there in answering that question as well.
She swallowed her last bite of food then answered, “Mithras.” After a beat, she quickly added, “He is the Thousand Son that bonded to my friend. They visit pretty regularly. You’ll likely meet them if you st–” Lenora stopped herself from continuing, eyes widening at the realization that the Astartes just spoke English, “You know how to speak English?”
He nodded, making sure to enunciate his words clearly, “Yes, I can speak some English, but I am not fluent.”
“That is amazing!” She gasped in awe, eyes shining in excitement, “I don’t know how long you have learned it, but you speak it very well!”
Heat rushed to his cheeks at her compliment, so unused to being praised so genuinely. Erriox hoped that his face wouldn’t show it, but inwardly he was a mess. His bonded was too good to be true. Inviting him into her home, feeding him this delicious food, and the praise? And not once did he feel that she was disingenuous about it. Was this just but a dream to lower his guard? But his soul felt the bond burn with a zeal he couldn’t explain. He stubbornly stomped down his muddle of feelings before answering quietly, “Thank you.”
Her gaze grew soft and kind, before suddenly straightening her posture, remembering something important that she had forgotten, looking abashed, “I didn’t even ask you your name. What is your name?”
“Erriox. What is yours?” he asked in return.
She smiled warmly, extending her hand in a handshake, “Lenora. It’s good to see you again.”
Erriox clasped her wrist, mindful of his own strength, his stoic expression slowly relaxing, “You as well.”
“Erriox,” his name rolling pleasantly off her tongue, “Do you need a place to stay?” Lenora asked.
“Are you not housing another Astartes?” The Iron Warrior questioned, glancing at the furniture around her home.
She laughed brightly, “No, Mithras and Iris visit regularly. I got tired of seeing him standing around and sitting on the floor for fear of breaking my furniture. I’m also anticipating my coworkers coming here during the summer that might come with their bonded Astartes as well.” She added, “You are more than welcome to stay if you want.”
Erriox felt a lot more at ease after her answer, but regretfully, he had to turn her down. Her offer was tempting, but he needed to sort out his thoughts first. He couldn’t stay, at least not right now.
She nodded, understanding that space marines tend to have other things to do and deal with, “That’s alright, you’re always welcome to visit regardless.”
Her voice turned playful and teasing, “I might ask you to teach me more Gothic in future visits.”
The Iron Warrior huffed, smirking, “Only if you teach me how to make this food.” Tapping his spoon in the empty bowl.
Lenora stretched out her hand to him again, laughing heartily, “Deal?”
Erriox shook her hand, “Deal.”
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Endearingly Marked
Lenora wakes up feeling some weird marks on her face.
Dialogue in the Gothic language are italicized and bolded.
Author's Note: you know those interface ports on the space marines body? Yeah, that’s where the marks came from. This is a really short one, follows up from "Touch-starved (2)". All fics for Erriox and Lenora will be in chronological order in my master list.
OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior), Lenora
Tagged: @kit-williams, @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan
It happened entirely by accident, really. That first night Lenora slept, secured and cuddled into her Iron Warrior’s chest. Erriox didn’t bother to move her, feeling all too comfortable having his mortal in his arms after the long stint away.
Lenora yawned, groggily feeling a strange numbness on the one side of her face as she slowly woke up. She pushed herself up, the other hand feeling her cheek, fingertips brushing over strange circular pockmarks that appeared there overnight. A large hand caressed her face, gently tucking stray pieces of hair behind her ear. Hearing a low chuckle, Lenora startled, nearly jumping off had not Erriox held her firmly to his lap, amusement evident in his dark stare.
She flushed at the intimacy of their positions as she now straddled over his thigh, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you last night.”
The Iron Warrior sat up, keeping one hand spanned over her leg and the other over the small of her back to keep her in place.
“It’s fine.” He hummed, his thumb stroking soothing circles on her thigh. He wouldn’t mind if this happened more often though. Erriox relished the way her soft body lay against his; the way her warm, fond gaze directed his way during their conversations; the way their scents melded together in the quiet darkness of the night. He would even go so far to entertain the thought of making this a routine if possible.
Lenora smiled at him, her hand gently caressed his chest, stopping at the old scars around the interface ports. “Did the pressure of me sleeping on them bother you?” she asked, realizing that the marks were from the interface ports she accidentally slept on, feeling a bit apologetic.
A bubble of amusement rose in his chest, she worried about causing him discomfort from that? Such a trivial thing, but rather endearing. Erriox let out an amused huff, “You are much lighter than the ceramite armor we wear. You should worry if the marks will bruise your face.” His hand cupped her cheek, thumbing over the marks.
“Bruise?” She asked. “You mean…”
Erriox pointed to the bruise on her shin that she got a few days prior.
“You mean ‘bruise’.” Lenora laughed, “That’s nothing some makeup can’t cover. Besides, it’s your marks.” Smile remaining, she tapped the indents on her face, “I don’t mind wearing them for a while.”
Something inside of him purred in satisfaction at the thought of his human wearing his marks; but if he was honest, Erriox would prefer leaving other, more meaningful marks on her instead.
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Two Months
Two months, it took two months before Erriox decided to stay. Lenora has an “Oh no! He’s hot!” moment.
Dialogue in High Gothic will be in bolded italics.
Author's Note: This takes place after "Exchanges". The full chronological order of Lenora and Erriox's stories are in my master list.
OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior), Lenora
Tagged: @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts, @shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan
Two months. Two months was how long it took before Erriox decided to make himself a permanent fixture in Lenora’s life.
It started with Erriox returning a week after his first visit, then it became every few days. Sometimes staying for a cooking lesson and/or a meal, other times, joining her on walks through the forest surrounding her home, or merely stopping for a conversation; never staying, even though her invitation was always there. His visits were so frequent to the point where Lenora always felt his presence, despite her not physically seeing him in person, short of the weeks when he left to go on missions with his warband.
She likened his behaviour to a feral dog or cat, coming and going whenever he pleased, but hadn’t quite let his guard down to stay for too long for fear of getting trapped. Erriox never explicitly said where exactly he was staying, but Lenora had the feeling he was somewhere nearby given the frequency of his visits. She did appreciate the extra sense of security his visits provided though.
It was about a month in when he first stayed overnight. Lenora found him on her porch, waiting out a heavy rainstorm, looking like an unhappy wet cat, as much as a fully armoured space marine can look like an unhappy wet cat. She ushered him into her home, threw him some towels and clothes that Mithras left behind, then told him to shower then join her for dinner. Lenora never knew how both Erriox and Mithras cleaned themselves. She figured it would be pretty cramped given her bathroom was designed for humans in mind, but let it go as some things were better left unasked. She trusted that those two knew what they were doing.
That was also the first time she saw Erriox fully out of armour. Heat rushed up her face and into her belly when he came into view, fresh out of the shower. She looked him up and down, before quickly turning to plate up the food to serve. Lenora hoped he didn’t notice her blush.
Mithras’ pants were a bit of a tighter fit, but luckily were made of a more elastic material, so it worked. His shirt, on the other hand, was too small so Erriox went without it, battle scars on the upper-half of his body on full display. Not that Lenora was complaining; it was a privilege to enjoy the sight of this living beefcake eye candy around. Scars only added to his character.
Erriox wasn’t so ignorant as to not notice his human’s reaction. The subtle change in her scent and acceleration of her heartbeat was hard to dismiss. He preened under her gaze and was amused by her struggle to maintain eye contact as they conversed that evening. He filed the memory away in his mind, secretly planning to do this again one day.
After that, Lenora gave him access to the old barn next to her house. It was empty outside of the few pieces of furniture that were stored there and she never really used it. At least this way, he would have a proper shelter to stay dry and out of the elements if needed rather than taking shelter on her porch, considering his tendency to not stay overnight in her home. Lenora told him he could make use of the barn however he wished, which Erriox appreciated. It wasn’t long before she could hear him working on making improvements to the barn structure itself.
Lenora was surprised the day she found him fixing up the back wall of her house. She had been meaning to have someone take a look at it at some point. “What are you doing?” she asked
“Fortifying your home.” Erriox answered her, as if that was the obvious answer.
“Did you already finish the construction on the barn?” He had been working on it previously, she thought, confused. Lenora was pretty sure he meant to turn it into his base or workshop, or something similar.
“No, but you do not live in the barn.”
“Oh…” That was when it clicked as to what the Iron Warrior was trying to do. Lenora went speechless, touched by such an incredible gesture, “I… Thank you, Erriox. Thank you for doing this. I don’t even know how to even begin to repay you.”
“Let me stay with you?” He knew that her invitation for him to stay had always been open, but at least this way, he felt he was more deserving of such an offer.
Lenora smiled, warm and welcoming; Erriox knew then, he would grow fond of that smile.
“Of course you can. For as long as you want.”
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Finally Found You. (You Survived.)
Erriox finds the voice in the darkness: Erriox (Iron Warrior OC) meets Lenora (OC) again. From Erriox’s perspective.
Author’s note: I finally finished this! There’s another piece for Erriox and Lenora that I have written and I really wanted to post, but I really needed to get this piece done first since it makes more sense to follow behind Lenora’s perspective of this encounter. Just for fun, here’s the music I listened to while writing this: Yoriichi’s theme from Demon Slayer by Samuel Kim, Middle of the Night by Elley Duhé, and Lend Me Your Voice from the movie, Belle.
Also, dialogue spoken in the Gothic language is in italics.
Tagged: @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts Anyone also interested in being tagged for these stories, please let me know in messages or your comments.
While he was in recovery, Erriox learned many things about this world he ended up in. This was Terra, ancient Terra. He was currently in what the humans called a hospital. His injuries were extensive enough such that he was sent to another facility farther away which was better equipped to handle his wounds. It would only take longer for him to heal enough before so that his body can take care of the rest. Their own body system still worked the same as before and while they still had superhuman recovery from injuries and diseases compared to normal mortals, it’s just that the medical technology at this time was a mix of ancient and modern technology. Diagnoses and treatments for injured Astartes as well as information on Astartes biology were still in development. Interestingly enough, apothecaries from different legions worked alongside each other and their human companions at these hospitals, observing and learning from each other.
It was also in this hospital where he started to gain a basic understanding of the English language, the language mostly spoken in the current region he was in. He was thankful that one of the apothecaries suggested that. It gave him something to do while in the hospital and a kind medical worker gave him some materials to get started. He managed to get the mere basic grasp of the language. It wasn’t easy to say the least, but it was enough to somewhat communicate with the mortals he encountered.
Astartes warriors from different factions and legions started appearing in this world many terran decades ago. The circumstances of how each warrior got there differed, but the feeling that this was some fevered dream that they haven’t woken up from seemed common across the board. The Thousand Sons of Magnus and Lorgar’s Word-Bearers suspected that warp magic was involved and were delving deeply to research this phenomenon. He wondered if this also happened to any of his battle brothers as well. Not that he was particularly enthused about meeting some of them any time soon.
Many of the Astartes were also bonded to mortals of this world as evidenced by the humans passing through the halls of hospital, some accompanied by their bonded Astartes warrior. Unsurprisingly, a number of apothecaries were bonded to human medical workers there as well. Erriox noticed more occurrences of bonded Astartes warriors as he started his journey to find his human once he was discharged. It was a strange phenomenon, something they had very little control over. The Iron Warrior suspected that the owner of that gentle voice that he kept repeating in his mind was his bonded one. He wasn’t sure if it was a true bond with a mortal or rather some obsession that he hung onto in order to mentally move forward during his recovery, but he strongly felt it was the former rather than latter. It was as if instinct was drawing him to where he needed to go. Otherwise, there was little reason why he would attempt to find this voice in the darkness after he recovered. Despite his doubts, Erriox hoped his human would be receptive to their bond once he found them.
Erriox had joined several roaming warbands as he passed through their territories in his travels. Some Astartes of the same legion or chapter tend to group together, forming their own bases. However, because of the strange circumstances and with how randomly the locations each space marine were transported to, it was more common than not that different Astartes of different legions, Chaos and Loyalist, created warbands and worked together. He was slightly concerned about the chaos-tainted Astartes being among the ranks, but outside of the occasional posturing or disagreements, they tend to stick to themselves and cooperate when needed.
It was in the dimming sunset that he finally came across his human’s home. He wasn’t sure what led him there, but he had an inkling that he was at the correct location. A canid came running from the back to the front of the house, growling and barking loudly at him. He continued towards the house unworried, as he knew there was little the canid could do to stop him. It stood its ground, not stopping the incessant barking. That canid had quite the gumption and Erriox approved of the iron that little creature had. Then the door opened and she came out. It was her. Her voice was the one that called to him in the darkness of his unconsciousness. It was her, his bonded one. He knew at that moment, she was his human. In the depths of his beating hearts, his soul roared out to complete the bond. Iron called for it. Iron demanded for its completion.
Erriox watched with some amusement as his human commanded the reluctant canid to go into the house, leaving her vulnerable against him. Somewhat foolish, but brave, he’ll give her that. Not that she needed to fear any harm from him nor worry about being unprotected anymore now that he was here. Three strides was all it took to get close to his human and with a hiss and click, his helmet came off. He watched her eyes widen with recognition. Not giving her a chance to run, Erriox unceremoniously dropped to one knee and roughly pulled her into his arms. He felt her stiffen, and for a brief moment, he thought she would try to leave. She relaxed and pulled back slightly, smiling at him as if welcoming an old friend, bringing up a hand to gently stroke the scars at the side of his face. Erriox closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. He couldn’t even remember when was the last time he received such warmth. She let out a contented sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck, fully relaxing into his embrace. Something felt complete then, like two parts of their bond finally clicking into place.
He pulled her tightly to himself, saying fervently in Gothic not caring if she understood or not, “It is you, my Iron. When I was lost and weak, it was you who kept away the rust. I finally found you.”
His expression softened when he felt her nuzzle back, catching the words “you” and “survived” in her murmur.
She patted his cheek gently with a quiet laugh, “You came just in time. Would you like to have dinner?”
Erriox started, staring at her in surprise. Did she just speak Gothic?
She laughed again, gesturing to follow her into her (their) home, “Come have dinner.”
The Iron Warrior got up, huffed in amusement, and followed her in. He wondered how much of the Gothic language she understood. What a clever human he had!
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Touch-starved (1)
Erriox has thoughts on his way home from a mission.
Dialogue spoken in High Gothic is in bolded italics.
OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior); Lenora
Author’s Notes: Just feeling sleepy and a bit sentimental after night shift. It will be in two parts. This takes place after “Two Months”. All fics will be in chronological order in my masterlist.
Tagged: @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @shadowfirecat , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan
Erriox itched to return to his human’s home after a two-week long mission with his warband. They were tasked to assist another allied warband in hunting down a group of human-killers and destroy their base, after two of their charges were kidnapped. While he appreciated getting back into the fighting and action, this particular mission struck a little too close to home. They were lucky in that they were able to recover his cousins’ charges alive this time, but he’s seen what happened to the space marines that have lost their bonded humans before. It wasn’t pretty.
These hunting missions never bothered the Iron Warrior before, but now with Lenora… The thought motivated him to work faster, hunt more efficiently, fight harder, if only to be able to head home sooner to make sure (his) Lenora was safe. Not that he already started fortifying her (their) home. Not that he made an agreement to have the neighboring Thousand Son, Mithras, take on protecting his charge while he was away. The memories from Olympia still plagued his mind; he won’t let something like that happen to her, he just couldn’t. Erriox wondered if that was what the Salamanders felt, what it meant having someone to fight for, someone to protect.
At least it was over, for now. Finally dismissed and well on his way back. It was funny how it was the small subtle touches that he missed the most in the quiet moments during his time away. Lenora was never one to hold back on being physically affectionate with those she considered her friends and family. A touch on the elbow, a pat on the back, a reassuring squeeze on his arm, leaning into his side, a kiss on the cheek… always accompanied with a smile or laugh. Erriox accepted it all, however awkward it felt at first.
The memory of her kisses just before he left rose unbidden to the forefront of his mind. Lenora had caught him as he was ready to leave that night. In the dim light of her bedroom, she bade him to kneel in front of her. He remembered the sensation of her soft lips pressed against his skin. The first kiss placed just above his brow, the second against the scarred side of his face. She murmured, looking at him fondly, “My home is your home, you will always be welcomed here. Remember that.”
Lenora’s words burned their place into his dual hearts. Home. His home to return to. Erriox had never even dared to entertain such notions back in his original reality. His thoughts were cut off when he felt her lips upon his own, firm and gentle. “And one more for good luck.” She said with a teasing smile. He ached for her kisses.
He picked up his pace.
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Kiss the Cook
Lenora returns home late from work to find Erriox had already prepared dinner.
***Dialogue spoken in Gothic language are bolded and italicized.***
Author's Note: Kind of based off of @bispecsual's tag conversation. ?Poor? Erriox is slowly turning into Lenora's househusband.
OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior), Lenora
Tagged: @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts,
@shadowfirecat, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan,
@barn-anon, @sleepyfan-blog
Lenora heaved her exhausted body through the front door. The aroma of something delicious and warm filled her nose. Her spirit lightened, glad to be home, even though her whole body felt weighed down by leaden weights. She dropped her heavy backpack nonchalantly on the floor with a loud thud.
In the next second, a warm bulk engulfed Lenora, wrapping her in familiar cedar-scented musk. Her own arms automatically came up to wrap around her Astartes’ waist to return the hug. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against his chest like an affectionate cat, “Hey Erriox. It’s good to see you.” Lenora murmured. He was warm, he was so warm. She could fall asleep right there.
“Same to you.” Erriox rumbled back, idly massaging the back of Lenora’s neck. She hummed appreciatively. His human’s exhaustion was palpable. He had never seen Lenora this tired in all the time since he started living with her. Lenora had explained that the cusp of spring and summer tended to be the busiest time of her work in the field as multiple projects are starting to run at the same time.
She had left for work an hour before dawn and only now returned in the evening. He heard her dragging footsteps outside and went to greet her as usual. As soon as Lenora entered, she wavered on her feet, looking about to collapse if he wasn’t there to hold her up. It was concerning to say the least, he hoped this wouldn’t be the pattern for her.
She nuzzled against his torso, “I thought I would get home earlier…sorry, we’ll cook together to-m—?” The rest of her sentence was swallowed by a big yawn.
Erriox chuckled, “Tomorrow. I’ve prepared dinner today.”
Lenora looked up at him briefly, a sleepy, loving smile on her face, “You’re so good to me... I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” She wondered out loud.
The Iron Warrior said nothing. Even after all this time as her bonded Astartes, he still hadn’t gotten used to Lenora’s casual compliments and declarations of love and appreciation (Not that he’s complaining!). It wasn’t that she was insincere, but it felt strange to receive appreciation over such minor easy tasks that, in his opinion, didn’t deserve such a thing. Erriox discussed this with his Iron Warrior brothers as a topic of curiosity before; it seemed a number of his brothers, both loyalists and chaos, felt similarly, even more so among the more recently bonded ones. He wondered if the inferiority and the feeling that they were undeserving of any kindness and appreciation was something passed down from their genesire or a side-effect from all the thankless wars of attrition that they fought.
What Lenora had said though, Erriox understood. However, he felt their places in that dialogue should have been reversed. She saved him, fed him, helped him source out or acquire what he needed or wanted, invited him into her life, let him take his own time to sort out his feelings before doing so, accepted all of him flaws and all, in essence becoming his home; his small, precious, piece of sanctuary. What more could he ask for? He was the one who was truly undeserving to be bonded to her.
“I am lucky you are mine…” Erriox murmured as he tightened his embrace around her. If Lenora heard him, she gave no indication other than further relaxing into his arms.
Thankfully, Lenora’s sleepy mind moved onto another topic, saving Erriox from having to respond further, “It smells wonderful. What did you cook?”
“Beef and vegetable soup.”
“I bet it will taste as good as it smells.”
“Do not flatter me before you taste it.” Her Astartis replied dryly. Lenora laughed, her exhaustion temporarily forgotten.
She let go of her Iron Warrior and went straight to get some bowls and spoons, “Shower can wait. I should have a bowl of soup right now and give an honest review then.” She said, grinning. Erriox followed, letting out an amused huff.
“This is delicious.” She commented after three bites.
“Are you sure it is not because you are hungry?” He teased her.
She mock-gasped, “I would never!” then laughed. Lenora looked at her bonded with an exasperated smile, “It would be obvious if I didn’t like something. I think you did a good job on this one.”
Erriox preened at her approval. Lenora devoured the rest of her soup before getting up to serve herself a second helping. She felt a bit more energized now that her hunger was somewhat sated. As she passed by, she playfully snaked her arm loosely in front of Erriox’s neck. She kissed his cheek, “Thank you for the wonderful meal.”
The Iron Warrior caught her hand in his as she pulled away, “You’re welcome.” He said, pressing his lips to her knuckles. A grin formed on his face as he watched a blush rise in Lenora’s cheeks and a bright smile form on her face before she fully pulled away from him. Her expressions always endeared her to him, especially when he catches her off guard.
Lenora laughed to herself as she ladled more soup into her bowl. Would Erriox wear a “Kiss the Cook” apron if she got it for him?
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Brownies
Erriox doesn’t like that he has to share.
Dialogue in High Gothic are bolded and in italics.
Author’s note: This reminds me of the animated short by NaturalHabitatShorts on Youtube. That video made me laugh so hard. Poor Batrick.
“Batrick… Did you bring enough for the whole class?” (https://www.youtube.com/shorts/upqCzKHxWJw)
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Lenora being so adept at cooking and baking was a blessing and a curse at the same time. He grumbled, looking at the last brownie piece he had. Originally, Erriox’s plan was to save the little package of chocolatey goodness until the end of his training week, so that he could savour them on his journey home. Of course that was not to be, when the younger of his warband brothers sniffed out the baked goods that Lenora gifted him. Then came the dreaded, “What are those?” And “Did you bring some for us?” questions.
Those were his brownies that Lenora made. For him! But... having to be one of the unfortunately responsible veterans in the group, Erriox, with some reluctance, broke the brownie pieces so his battle brothers could each have one. As much as he loathed to share, he suspected the younger Night Lord and Space Wolf would have filched it or attempted to, if he hadn’t. Might as well prevent a problem from actually becoming one.
“You got anymore?” The young Night Lord asked casually, licking his fingertips clean, eyeing the brownie in his hand.
“No.” Erriox glared at him, irritated, as he popped the last piece in his mouth. The Iron Warrior then straightened his posture and barked at the young marines, “Ghilus! You and Sken. On the sparring field in fifteen. Do not make me wait.” If those youngsters were going to eat his brownies, they might as well work for them!
The two young marines grumbled and huffed, but nonetheless, went to get ready for training.
Kor’bak’s large hand settled on his shoulder in a sympathetic pat. The tall Salamander let out an appreciative chuckle, “You did not have to, but thank you for sharing the treats with us all the same, Brother.”
Thinking back on his human’s love of cooking, he mused, “She would appreciate it anyway.”
“Seems like your lassie knows her way around the kitchen! Think your lass be open to cooking for us?” Alvarr, their Space Wolf leader asked jovially.
Erriox rolled his shoulders back to loosen his muscles as he made his way to the training field, his mind already calculating how he could train the two younglings effectively and also make them pay for their transgression. “I will have to ask her.” He replied. That question wasn’t so much of if she’ll agree, but rather when.
Hopefully Lenora won’t mind too much if his warband decided to show up unannounced.
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Snow Sculptures
Lenora builds snow sculptures. Erriox helps. A special guest appearance is made.
Author’s note: Thanks @bleedingichorhearts for lending me Mr. Turtle Thief for this story.
OCs: Lenora, Erriox (Iron Warrior), Hydra (Alpha Legion/@bleedingichorhearts)
Words spoken in Gothic are in bolded italic font.
Tagged: @kit-williams, @bleedingichorhearts, @shadowfirecat
It had snowed significantly since Erriox went to train with his Iron Warrior brothers. The sight of Lenora’s home coming into view was a welcome one after a long march through the snowy roads. His ceramite-covered boots made sharp prints in the powdered snow as he walked up the driveway. He noticed the snow had been shoveled to the side, most of it pushed into a pile around which several snow animals had been built. There was what looked like a large lizard-like creature, two turtles, and a shark.
“Welcome back, Erriox!” Lenora’s voice called out from behind the peak of the largest snowpile.
The Iron Warrior went to where she was hidden. Lenora immediately reached down and wrapped her arms around his neck, not one to deny physical affection to her bonded Astartes when wanted, letting him pull her into his arms. She pressed her forehead against his helmet, sighing contentedly, “It’s good to see you.”
“Same to you.” His deep voice buzzed through his helmet, but it carried a similar feeling of relief. Lenora smiled and gave him a fond squeeze before she pushed off of him and scrambled up the snow pile again.
“What are you making?” Erriox asked, curious.
“A dragon climbing down this snow mountain.” She answered, her hands preoccupied with shaping the snow in front of her. Intrigued with her project, Erriox offered his help which she gladly took.
The sun was starting to set by the time they finished and were back inside for a well-deserved drink. Both of them looked out the window at their snow creation.
“It looks incredible. We should be proud of our work.” Lenora smiled at him, gently tapping her mug of hot chocolate against his. The dragon wasn’t quite as big or as detailed as he would like, but Erriox let himself enjoy the moment, sipping the sweet drink with his bonded human at his side.
The next morning found Lenora sliding out from under her Astartes’ arm as she got out of bed and opened the curtains. To her surprise, there stood another Iron Warrior in what looked like Erriox’s armor by the snow sculptures. But his armor was here in his room… Maybe one of his battle brothers? She thought. That’s strange, what business would he have here if that’s the case? She watched the Iron Warrior walk around the snow turtle and tortoise as if he was inspecting them for something. He then spotted her. Lenora tensed, but nonetheless smiled and waved. He waved back, his action really confusing her.
She jumped when a warm hand grabbed her leg, giving her thigh a light squeeze. Erriox sat up, feeling a bit bereft of the body next to him. He watched Lenora wave to someone outside the house, looking confused. “Who do you see?” he asked.
“One of your brothers. Another Iron Warrior?” she replied without turning. She paused for moment, then continued, “He has similar armor to you. He seems to like the turtle and tortoise very much.” she ended with a bemused chuckle.
The Iron Warrior outside looked back at the window where Lenora was again. Like a sea monster rising up from the depths, Erriox rose to his full height behind her, a stern frown evident on his face. Startled at being caught by the grumpy resident Astartes, the Iron Warrior ran away, a flash of teal showing on the formerly yellow and black striped pauldron for a few seconds. Erriox narrowed his eyes. He recognized that pauldron. Alpha Legion, huh. Wonder what he was doing here? Nothing outside seemed disturbed and from what he could see, it looked like the Alpha Legionnaire had mostly circled around the turtle-like sculptures. The brothers in that legion were rather mysterious and were rumored to be very… ‘odd’ was probably the best word for them. He would go check what’s going on afterwards, considering the Alpha Legionnaire ran away.
She didn’t get a sense that the space marine was being malicious or anything and to be fair, watching him inspecting the snow sculptures had been pretty entertaining. Lenora leaned back casually against her bonded Astartes, chiding him with a laugh, “You scared him away!”
“Good.” Erriox grunted. He then swept her up into a bridal carry, grinning as she let out a surprised yelp. “Breakfast?” He asked.
Lenora playfully nuzzled her nose tip to his, “How about pancakes, hm?” She grinned back as her Iron Warrior carried her into the kitchen.
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A Chance (Meeting)
This is about how Lenora (OC) and Erriox (Iron Warrior OC) first met.
She wasn't sure how it happened or what happened. Whether it was by fate, by chance, or by some strange magic warpery, it definitely felt like it was luck that she found him when she did. This strange hulking man lying there with his own blood soaking into the dirt, armor seemingly broken beyond repair, with wounds that would be a guaranteed death sentence for any lesser being.
This was an astartes warrior, a space marine. Lenora knew what he was from having met her neighbor's space marine companion, Mithras, one of the Thousand Sons. But what was this one doing with such serious injuries? She did not hear any sort of conflicts between any warbands recently and there were no drag marks, no footprints; it's as if he just teleported to this place.
Regardless, this space marine would die if he didn't receive medical help soon. How much time does he still have? There was nothing that any normal human first aid can do for him. Her hands shook as she frantically looked up the number for local Astartes emergency medical and rescue services.
"Please work, please work, please work,..." Lenora muttered as she dialed the number.
A voice on the other line responded, "Hello? Astartes Emergency medical services."
The tension in her shoulders relaxed slightly as Lenora explained her situation, "I found a space marine on my property. He's injured really bad." She glanced at the prone body lying at her feet nervously, "His armor is all broken and it looks like he's been shot and beaten. I'm not sure what to do. I don't know how much time he has left."
"Ma'am, thank you for calling. We will get a team ready to retrieve him. Can you tell me which company or legion the marine is part of?"
"I don't know." She didn't delve too deeply into know what legions are in existence, "Parts of his armor have what looks like yellow and black hazard stripes? And the rest is grey? Sorry, that's the best I could do."
"Yellow and black hazard stripes... Hm... You may have an Iron Warrior there. Do you see any strange growths, like horns, claws, extra mouths, etc...?" Lenora's brows raised at that. Horns? Extra mouths? What in the world? She did another once-over at the comatose space marine. "No, he looks pretty normal to me."
The voice hummed in acknowledgement then asked for her address, which she gave, with added detail of where she was located on her property, "Okay, thanks. A team is on their way."
"Thank you. Please hurry."
Lenora settled on the ground beside the space marine and sighed, looking at him worriedly, "They're coming big guy. Hope they come in time."
As she waited, a small beetle started to climb onto the marine's face. She reached over to brush it off, but hesitated. Lenora knew it was dangerous to touch him, she's read and heard stories of their toughness and tenacity, and also how they could still fight like none other and react lightning-fast despite near-death injuries. Curiosity won out though, and she gently brushed the bug off his face before flicking it into the grass. Gaining no reaction, Lenora caressed his cheek gently again, as the distant rumble of the emergency vehicles neared. She murmured,
"You’ve come so far already, just hang on only a little while longer. Survive, and if you do, I hope you can make the most of your second chance. Good luck."
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Erriox slowly came to. He raised a hand, recognizing he was in a bed, connected to a multitude of tubes. Where was he? How did he get here? He could hear voices, some speaking in strange tongues, others in his familiar language. The scent of anti-septic, blood, and other chemicals invaded his nostrils. There were no clashing sounds of bolter fire and destruction, no people screaming and crying, no city structures crashing down, none of the heat from the blazing fires. There was no more of that acrid stench coming from the corpses piled in the streets or the overwhelming smell of carnage and blood, except perhaps for his own. It was almost too quiet, too strange.
The last thing he remembered was getting shot and beaten by his own brothers, and a building crashing down onto him. He had disagreed with his genesire's decision to either have Olympia enact decimation upon its own people, or face extermination and enslavement. In the end, he failed; he failed to convince his brothers, failed to preserve his homeworld and its people.
Then something happened, knocking him out in the process. Erriox had a faint recollection of a gentle touch, a warm hand, and murmured words that felt like a gentle balm to his anguished soul. He was not sure who it was or what was said, but he hung onto the voice desperately, anchoring himself from being swept away into dark thoughts and despair. Erriox vowed to find this voice once he gets out of here. Wherever this place was.
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Soap
Lenora used a different soap. Erriox wasn’t having any of it.
Dialogue spoken in High Gothic are in bolded italics
OCs: Lenora; Erriox (Iron Warrior)
Author's Note:Just a play on how sensitive a space marine’s sense of smell is. Also, the dialogue might look funny as both Erriox and Lenora may speak to each other in a mix of English and High Gothic. Kind of a broken mix since they might not either know how to or feel like using the other language all the time.
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Lenora noticed Erriox kept on pausing over her every time he passed by. He had this slightly confused look as if he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. She mused, it was kind of cute the way he wrinkled his nose when she caught him sniffing over her.
“Your scent is different.” He stated when she finally asked him what was on his mind.
Lenora leaned back in her chair and looked at him, eyebrow raised, “I just showered if that’s what is bothering you.”
“No.” He insisted. Instead of the earthy scent of cedar and sprucewood she usually wore, Lenora smelled of citrus and spices. Pretty innocuous by all accounts, but every time he passed by her, the scent kept reminding him of Mithras, her friend’s Astartes. It was not her scent (or his, for that matter). It was irritating Erriox more than it should be. What was the Thousand Son’s scent doing, covering over (his) Lenora? The thought of someone else trying to covet his mortal companion made his hackles rise and the gland in the roof of his mouth itch. “Different soap?” Erriox finally blurted out.
Lenora blinked, slowly realizing what the Iron Warrior was getting at. “Yes, I used another soap. My original one ran out. What the —?!.” She “eeped” as she was abruptly tossed over his shoulder and carried towards the bathroom.
“Hey! Put me down! I already washed myself!” Protesting, Lenora thumped the Astartes’ back and tried to gain leverage to escape by pushing off his shoulder. Only for Erriox to growl back something in High Gothic and tighten his grip on her thighs. He deposited her in the bathroom then quickly grabbed his soap and roughly shoved it into her arms, grumbling, “Wash. Again.”
His human stood there in the doorway and looked at him incredulously, “Are you serious? Again? This is ridiculous.”
Erriox took a menacing step forward, “I will bathe you myself if you do not comply.” He briefly thought that his demand seemed strange, but then it made sense in the back of his mind, placating his instincts.
Even though she only understood a few words of what he growled, his tone of voice and body language said the rest. Lenora sighed exasperatedly, “Fine, I can do it myself.” before backing off and turning around to shower for the second time that day.
Half an hour later found her clean and dry, again. Erriox yanked her into his lap as she passed by the couch he was on. He casually took off the elastic that kept her bun in place, tossing it onto the coffee table before nuzzling into her hair. Lenora relaxed into his hold, not bothering attempting to escape, knowing how clingy Erriox got when he’s in a mood. Nosing his chest affectionately, she looked up at him. “Better?” She cooed.
Erriox mumbled an affirmative into her hair, pleased that she now smelled more like himself. Lenora cupped his cheek, stroking the familiar healed over scars. He caught her hand in his and pressed his lips to her palm with such tender reverence, it made her fluster and her cheeks flush with heat. Erriox languidly placed another kiss to her wrist, the corners of his mouth quirking up in amusement upon hearing her breath hitch and her heart flutter. She giggled lightly. He gazed back at her with a softness and affection that she would have never thought she’d see from a being like him. Lenora hadn’t noticed before, but Erriox’s eyes were this deep blue, almost black colour, like the hue of the ocean before the tempest. Fitting, she thought, as she smiled back warmly, reaching up to kiss an old scar at the corner of his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her higher up his body; chest rumbling as a deep purr broke out while he nuzzled into her neck. She hummed contentedly, feeling safe and comfortable in his arms.
Lazily tapping his jawline to catch his attention, Lenora asked, “Do you still want to continue language lessons tonight?” Reaching over to grab the datapad on the coffee table.
“No.” Erriox nipped her neck in response and twisted his body so that she could not reach the datapad, preferring to cuddle his human instead. Lenora squealed and laughed, trapped between the back of the couch and the obstinate Iron Warrior.
“Alright, you scoundrel!” She growled playfully as she struggled to loosen his grip on her in order to get comfortable to no avail.Cheeky bastard! She couldn’t see his expression, but she certainly felt his smirk on her skin!
Lenora pleaded, “Erriox! Release me! Please?” Erriox grinned, finally relinquishing his iron grip to a loose embrace. He didn’t mind seeing her beg (in High Gothic) every once in a while.
Lenora huffed with exasperation, “It’s not like I’m going to leave. You know that!” before settling herself more comfortably against his warm bulk, mindful of the interface ports on his body. Erriox nosed her crown, nuzzling into her hair and inhaling her (his) scent. His arms around her tightened once more, “I know.” he purred.
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Smug Cat
Iris greeted her friend before striding through the door, followed by her Astartes warrior.
"Mithras, before you say I told you so, yes, you were correct. Don't look so smug." Lenora jokingly scolded the Thousand Son warrior who was looking like a cat that caught the canary when he saw Erriox and her together. He was right. The Iron Warrior that she found that day was truly her bonded Astartes warrior.
Erriox just grumbled behind her about how the sons of Magnus had their head up in the clouds half the time but were too smug and stuck up for their own good thinking they know everything.
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You Survived. (Finally Found You.)
Lenora (OC) meets Erriox (Iron Warrior OC) once again. From Lenora's perspective.
It had been several months since Lenora found the Iron Warrior. Things fell back into the regular routine since then. No more finding injured stray space marines. Thank god, she thought as she prepped the ingredients for dinner. For the most part, the space marines she had observed were usually in transient warbands passing by and the ones working alongside their human charges in town. The only one who she encountered on a regular basis was Mithras, the Thousand Son who sometimes came along with her friend, Iris, when they had their movie night sleepovers. Funny guy, Lenora inwardly chuckled. He had a penchant for fantasy movies about magic and sorcery, often taking notes during them. She wasn’t sure if Iris had ever explained to him that those movies were based on fiction and not real events or whether he knows that and doesn't care. Funny thing was, they came over often enough that it pushed Lenora to slowly start replacing her furniture to make it a little more Astartes-friendly. It seemed pretty unfair for Mithras to have to constantly sit or sleep on the ground or not be able to sit in a chair during dinner because her original furniture pieces were rated for the average human weight range. Even if he said he was completely fine with it.
Mithras knew a lot and loved to learn, and was surprisingly well-read for an otherworldly being, to the point that he had a very good command of the English language. That allowed Lenora to take the opportunity to learn to speak and understand a few phrases in one of the many languages he used. “High Gothic” as he mentioned. He got keenly interested when she told them about finding the Iron Warrior; asking for details of who, where, and how. It was a little overwhelming with the amount of questions he asked, almost like an interrogation of sorts. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much she knew. He did mention that there was a possibility the space marine she found could have been bonded to her. Lenora dismissed that idea as most cases she’s heard were of space marines (alive and well) actively looking for their human charges. She just so happened upon an almost dead marine by coincidence.
To be honest, Lenora did not expect to see the Iron Warrior ever again after watching him getting taken away by the emergency medical team. He was so near-death. She hoped he did survive and was thriving out there somewhere though.
The rest of the ingredients went into the simmering pot of stew. She turned the stove to low before turning to settle onto the couch to watch tv. Suddenly, a dog started barking loudly and insistently outside. Lenora immediately grabbed her jacket before heading out the door, wondering why Iris’ dog was there.
“Arrow?” She called out. A large black and tan shepherd came bounding towards her before stopping at her side; ears pricked, tense and alert. She followed Arrow’s stare to an imposing figure of a space marine standing on her front lawn in the dimming light. Alarmed, Lenora pointed to the half-opened door and sternly commanded, “Arrow. In the house.” The dog whined, not budging. She warily glanced at the marine before pointing again, “House. Now.” Arrow huffed before heading towards the door.
The space marine stood there patiently, as if waiting for her to do something. Lenora called out to him nervously, “Can I help you?” She couldn’t think of the Gothic translation at the moment. He took several steps closer before there was a click and hiss and his helmet came off.
Her heart skipped a beat when she recognized the Iron Warrior she found so many months ago.
He unceremoniously dropped to one knee and pulled her to him in a rough embrace, much to her surprise. Lenora pulled back slightly to look at his features a little more closely, reaching to gently trace the scars along the side of his cheek and skull, remembering seeing the visible trauma there. His dark eyes closed as he leaned into her touch. Content, she relaxed into his embrace, bringing up her arms to wrap around his neck, letting him pull her in more tightly. Lenora’s gaze softened when she heard him rumble something in High Gothic into her neck, catching the words “found” and “you”. Something in his tone gave her the feeling of the long-awaited return of a bird finally coming home to roost. She breathed, nuzzling back and murmuring, “I'm glad you survived.”
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Touch-starved (2)
Erriox is finally home and spends time with Lenora as the night falls.
Dialogue in the Gothic language is italicized and bolded.
Author's note: Takes place after Touch-starved (1). All Erriox/Lenora stories are in chronological order in my master list.
OCs: Erriox (Iron Warrior), Lenora
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Moonlight lit his way when he finally returned home. He half-expected Lenora to be asleep at this hour, but was surprised to find her on the couch watching something on the television. She turned her attention to him with gladness in her eyes, “Hey Erriox.” She called out, “It’s good to see you.”
“Same to you.” He called back, his voice half-muffled as his helmet came off. Erriox went around to the back of the couch that she was on, lending a supporting hand as she turned around and stood on the arm of the couch, meeting him at eye-level. Lenora grinned, before breaking into laughter, “This is the first time we’ve been eye to eye and you didn’t have to kneel down!”
Maybe he needed sleep, maybe it was a release from the stress of the mission, maybe it was relief seeing Lenora safe and sound; but whatever it was, it made her laughter contagious. Erriox couldn’t help but laugh himself, “Indeed, short one! Remind me to bring you a chair to stand on next time we talk!”
Lenora snorted at his jest and looked at him fondly, her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, “You have a nice laugh, you know?” She commented sincerely as she pulled him close in a hug.
Erriox felt heat rise to the edge of his ears. Not knowing how to respond to that, he wrapped his arms around her tightly to complete the embrace, burying his nose into her neck. Lenora smelled of forest pines, the earth, and the aroma of her cooking. She was here. She was safe. She was home. He let out a quiet sigh of contentment.
Lenora noticed her Astartes was holding onto her for much longer than usual, but she let him. She always suspected that he probably needed a good hug or two anyway. She leaned into his embrace, nuzzling back, ignoring the cold metal of his armour pressing hard against her body, and tightened her arms around him, “Welcome home, Erriox.” She whispered.
The Iron Warrior eventually let go, albeit a bit reluctantly.
“You need not stay awake this late to wait for me.” He said as he held her hand when she stepped back down onto the couch cushion.
Lenora dismissed his worry with a laugh, “It is fine. I could not sleep this early after night-shift anyways.” She gestured to the direction of the bathroom with her chin, “Go shower and come join me after?”
He hummed in acknowledgment, pressing his forehead against hers affectionately before turning to go get cleaned up.
A thought occurred to Lenora, “Do you want me to heat up some food for you?” She called to his back.
“No need.” He replied as he disappeared around the corner. Erriox was quick to shower and return to the living room to spend precious time with his human. Lenora was startled when she saw him, not expecting him to be that fast or that silent. She grinned wryly, “For a big man, your feet are very quiet.”
Her Iron Warrior smirked, “It is a practised skill.”
She patted the seat in front of her, “Could you sit in front of me and lay your head in my lap? I would like to try something. This won’t hurt, I promise.”
Erriox did as she instructed, curious as to what she wanted to do. With practiced motion, Lenora massaged his head, starting from his temples. He closed his eyes feeling her fingers working circles from his temples to his brows, releasing the tension he held there. A rumbling purr erupted from his chest when he felt her hands massage through his scalp; slowly and deliberately moving down to massage his neck. He lazily opened one eye when he heard her giggle.
“Your purring reminds me of a big cougar.”
“What is a cougar?”
“It is also called a mountain lion.” She typed in the search bar and passed him her phone. Erriox looked at the images before placing it onto the coffee table again, replying, “Mountain lion is how you say it in gothic approximately. It looks very different than what I expected.”
Lenora smiled, her fingers stroking along his jawline. “They live in a different environment, therefore they have a different form. They still could take down large prey by themselves.” Her Astartes, still listening, closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
After a brief moment of silence, Lenora asked curiously, “How did your mission go?”
A grimace set on his face, “It went well.”
She frowned at his response and paused in her ministrations, “You don’t have to talk about it beyond that if you don’t want to.”
“No, it is better that you know what is out there.” Erriox admitted. As much as he wanted to keep her away from the brutality of his world, it spills over regardless. News and media reports of humans being stolen and killed were nothing new, and Lenora is no stranger to it. He didn’t have to get into details with her.
“The mission went well. We recovered both my brothers’ humans alive.” She heard the unsaid words “this time”.
“They’re from the warband from the town south of here?” He nodded. She curled over and kissed the tip of his nose, “That’s good news.”
Erriox caught the back of her neck and brought her down again as she was about to get up. The Iron Warrior gently nipped her bottom lip, “One more for good luck.”
Lenora laughed, “Cheeky. You use my words against me?”
His eyes held a glint of humour among affection. “You offered first.”
He purred when she kissed him back.
Her body rose from the hunched over position as Lenora bent her arms behind her, stretching her back in the process. She yawned, turning off the television, about to get up from the couch, “I am going to sleep.”
Erriox held onto her hand, “Stay with me.” He wasn’t sure why, but he craved her contact; he needed her presence there with him; needed to make sure she was well and safe and won’t be somehow stolen away. At least for tonight. Lenora looked at her bonded Astartes worriedly. Something about this mission unsettled him and she highly suspected that he’d be tight-lipped about the details. She tugged his hand, “Bedroom then, let’s go.”
He suddenly scooped her into his arms and quickly marched to her (their) bedroom, much to Lenora’s panic, before laying back on her pillows with her cradled against him. He cooed teasingly at her, “There is no need to fear. I have you.”
Lenora let out a huff as she relaxed against his torso, “I am not used to being carried like that.”
Erriox grinned at her, “I will keep that in mind.”
She glared back at him, though her mouth couldn’t hold back a smile, “Don’t you dare. I am not a cat that you can carry whenever you please.”
“Whatever you say, little cat.” Lenora felt his laughter vibrate through his chest. She sighed exasperatedly, giving him a hug in return, “Very funny, mountain lion.”
Erriox watched, content, as Lenora drifted off to sleep, listening to her heartbeat slow down. One hand wrapped securely around her, the other idly running up and down the length of her back. He never expected to end up here in ancient Terra or bonded to this precious human of his, but he would be damned if he’d let anything steal her away from him.
#space marine husbandry#space marine husbandry sentience#warhammer 40k#iron warriors#oc: erriox#oc: lenora
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I was inspired by @kit-williams and Barn Anon to start writing for #space marine husbandry. I really enjoy reading their stories and ideas. Also, #space marine husbandry is such a hoot. I love it, it's a lot of fun to read and follow.
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There were advantages in having a space marine companion, Lenora thought, but it certainly made one feel somewhat inadequate at times.
She was back home from a grocery run and was pulling the boxes of food and supplies from the truck. Lenora figured she can make a few trips to bring everything into the house when Erriox, the Iron Warrior she bonded with, came out from the workshop upon hearing her return. He immediately came over and started stacking the boxes, balancing two on each side before moving them into their home.
Lenora followed, carrying a box herself, "And hello to you too." she huffed good-naturedly. She dropped the box off inside before heading back to her truck. Erriox was already there, moving the last few supply boxes. She grabbed the last box and started walking, and in the next second, felt herself lifted off the ground, perched on her Iron Warrior's shoulder as he moved swiftly towards the house. She yelped, slapping the back of his shoulder lightly in exasperation, "OK! Ok! I get it! You're very strong and efficient!"
"I can help." Erriox smirked as he set her down.
Lenora looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "Show-off. Come help me organize these things and I'll cook us dinner."
#space marine husbandry#space marine husbandry sentience#OC: Lenora#OC: Erriox#iron warrior#my writing
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Just had the best worst inspiration for my stories in the space marine husbandry sentience tag:
Chaos Warpsmith AU: Chaos Warpsmith Erriox and his bonded human Lenora. Who eventually starts seeing things… Then… add reverse husbandry AU with Warpsmith Erriox finding a way to “protect” his human from the 40k world maladies and illnesses, and from being fucked up by warp magic. To say the least, Lenora is not in for a good time.
Night shift makes me think strange thoughts. I am so not a night owl.
Tagged: @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @shadowfirecat , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan , @barn-anon
#space marine husbandry#space marine husbandry sentience#possible yandere#warhammer 40k#chaos warpsmith au#oc: erriox#oc: lenora#chaos erriox#my thoughts
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