Love the yandere Fulgrim (with gues star clonegrim)
So, just Clonegrim comforting reader as he claims he will protect them with his life to keep his daemon counterpart away.
Glancing at the reflections as he could see the counterpart of him staring back with pure fiery venom in his eyes, other times Fulgrim attempts to kidnap Reader to become one once more only to be stopped before it was even possible. Just the two at it while reader themselves are conflicted with the entire time.
Yes they love Fulgrim, they aren't sure anymore with their life in the line constantly and heart being torn apart. It leads to them quietly leaving and now both grims are racing to get to them before the other claims them.
(Bonus points if another primarch finds reader)
Fjejfjejd sorry, just a ramble and thought to band it to you.
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Uuuh the drama, uuuuuuh the angst, UUUUH THE PAIN.
I love it darling, I love it so so much.
"I swear. This time I'll make things right. Trust me, my light..."
His words kept repeating in your head. You stared at him, bags on your back ,While he slept soundly on the desk of the ship that had decide tk took you both in.
Trazyn was behind, the nightmare was behind...the one that was your husband was behind. Now the road upon you took you where you both couldn't predict the outcome, full of enemies and dangers.
And each one of them hold the handprint of what once you called your husband.
A monster, a demon from beyond the veil, a creature contorted and subdue by desire.
The one that freed you, this version of the Fulgrim that once made your heart stop, was your him, your husband. And yetbhe wasn't at the same time. He had all of his memories, especially the ones that were about you, about your life together, about the details that made you whole. He also remember the sin he had committed, the tragedies he had ordered, the blood he had spilled...he still couldn't talk without crying remembering the look on Ferrus face when his blade decapetated him.
The proud Fulgrim died somewhere, now one full of regret holded you un those silenced nights, promising you a better future, a better life, one he couldn't give you before. Sometimes he cried, remembering your worried expression, telling that he had never wanted to lead you to that, that it was unfair and cruel to you. You had never blamed him, no no noit at all. You blamed the Imperium and his father the Emperor, putting on so many weight upon his shoulders. You blamed the ones around him, that kept on picturing him in a way that had never reflected what he really was. And...and you blamed yourself.
Little yourself that never had enough strenght to stop him to fall into the pit that in the end became your prison. And you wished for just one thing: to gave him the peace he deserved, the one that truly deserved. The one he could never had by being hunt down by the minions of his former self.
And, kissing his temple, you thought that this is was for the best.
He coudln't tell you. He should had, but it must have been a bad trait of his own. But he coudln't, he wanted at least to save you from this one worry of the many you two already had.
Psychic connection? Probably, after all they were the same person after all, but he could had never believed that, even with space apart, that connection could haunt him.
It started like a mere glimps, silhouettes in glass riflections. Then became shadow moving on surfaces. Then the fully image, in all his deprived and contorted glory.
Fulgrim, himself, the Deamon that followed Slaanesh desires, the one that had killed for mere pleasure, the one that still make humans fall for their desires. The one that had forced you itno a dream for himself.
At first, he thought, that it was merely his imagination, an illusion. But since when illusion looks at you with surprise? Since when they speak asking questions? And since when they look at you and try to rip off the mirror like trying to get to you?
He wanted to ignore, it tried so hard, but in the end he did had asked the question.
and the reflection responded.
"You know exactely who I am."
Sometime he could ignore him, maybe he was so fucked up on the drugs he consumed or too occupied with his toy to bother in torturing him. But other times it was like trying to ignore a drum ringing in his head.
He screamed, demanding him to give you back to him, slamming his fist against the mirrors that decorated his lair. Sometime he slammed so much that the image disappeared or became thousand of smaller image, problably because the mirror has been destroyed. Other times he just insulted him, reminding him that he was a mere reflection, a tool that has been discarded, betrayed by his own creator, a mere toy for a Xeno with a questionable taste. And other time...he just watched, looming over you.
Fulgrim knew that the Prince wanted you back, that he still loved you even if in that depraved way, and he knew he would have use every card in his hands to take you back in his spires.
And he would had done the unimaginable to keep you safe. Yet, he wasn't prepared for the emptyness of the ship once he opened his eyes, as he wasn't prepared for the small letter you left in your room.
He rode it and rode it over and over, trying to understand in between the lines, in the commas and the periods.
You had gone. You had gone to finally free him from more torment and danger than he already had faced, to gave him the life he deserved.
"Lemme guess..." the sinuous voice came back, with an int of pleasured satisfaction. "Did she...left you?"
Fulgrim stood up from the bed, teying to ignore him.
"AH! She did! She had left!"
"Lying to yourself now? You are as pathetic as cute..."
Fulgrim looked to the mirror. He could see the anticipation in the gleam of his eyes, a purplish sparkle that made his skin crawl. He saw his muacle tensing, like the one of a predator that is ready to slay.
"That means that you are not longer with her..."
"And you don't know where she is...:
"And you can't prevent me to take her back!"
A long and wicked laugh followed that second of silence that spoke for both of them.
"It seems that finally things are turning my way, doesn't it?!"
"Please, please I beg you." The clone kneeled in front of the reflection of the original. " Leave her be! If you do love her like I know you do please, let her live what he have left! I won't search for her, I won't even look at her! Just let her leave!"
That same silence that had followed the demon tantrum fallen again between the two. The former Primarch looked at his clone, with an expression that seemed almost alien from his new form. He was thinking, pondering about the words that the other had pronounced, weighting them. And, for a moment, the clone almost believed that he had touched something, a string that has been left to rust for too long. For a moment he believed that maybe, just maybe, an inch of compassion on the one that once was his love of his life.
Then a smile, then a chuckle, deep, that slowly emerged from his contorted lips in a full laugh of cruelty.
"I begged you to gave her back to me! I suffered while you ignored and now, just now, you try to play the same card on me?!"
He calmed down, admiring the look of pain on his counterpart.
"As I love to see you there on your knees BEGGING me...I refuse. I cannot let this chance slip away from my finger dear..."
His honey comb voice melted into a dark one, a rumbling thunder ready to strike.
"I won't let her get away from me this time...and not even myself will be able to stop me."
A punch, the cracking of the mirror and Fulgrim was left alone. Alone with the knowledge that now you were alone, somewhere, with that beast on your trail. This knowledge lead his mind on a trail of pure confusion and anxiety, thousands of questions arising in his head like a tornado.
What if he cannot reach you? What if the other him find you first? What if something else find you first? What if, what if, what i-
He calmed down, a deep beath after another, and rised back on his feet. Your letter talked about freedom, but what was freedom if you weren't safe where he knew you could finally live the life you deserved?
He cared not if that life did not mentioned him, what he cared was your safety, your happiness, you anmd only you. And while he settle the coordinate on the ones your small pod has been sent, he promised himself to scold you for your recklessness.
"Incoming engines signals, my Primarch."
Guilliman stared at the visor, concerned by the idea of an archenemy vessel.
"Location completed, my Primarch. We have visual. A lifeboat, k-fiel model, private unit."
"There's been none accident with any vessel in this sector," Chime in another of the crew member.
"We have a pod functioning still."
"Get a contact. We'll see it."
The statics of the lline sounded with an high pitch before the image of the internal camera of the lifeboat could get some image on. People stared, realizing that it was merely a lone woman.
Guilliman face, on the other hand, seemed to have seen a ghost.
