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Arranged Marriage

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Ahriman was not convinced this union was in anyone’s best interest. The one Darius had suggested in response to the request was so… young and… Space Wolfy. It was not an ideal situation, considering his past history with that Legion but then again, Darius’ words echoed through his mind as he contemplated the proposal.

Slowly, he nodded. “Very well,” he agreed. Part of him felt as though this was a trap, that the door had sprung shut behind him and there was no way out. He silenced that voice with a thought and dismissed it. That was no way to begin a joint venture.

“I am no monster,” he said turning to the youth in question, “I may seem to be ancient to you but I know a trick or two. It will take us both a while to adjust to this new arrangement but I am sure we can come to a reasonable compromise.”

For once, he did not wish to appear as the bad guy. “I’ve done a great many things and I am sure you’ve heard all about them. If there is anything you wish to know, some rumour to set truth to, then ask me about it.” He was sincere in his request; he wanted this to work out. Darius’ warband would be useful allies in a world where most being wanted him dead, or worse.

There was also the hammering out of the arrangement to be done. Who would reside where, who would do what and such. If they were to be candid with one another, now was the best time to sort that out. Ahriman tapped his chin with a long forefinger in thought, wondering what demands would be made and what he would ask in return.

“Your reputation would indicate you were ancient, but you don’t entirely seem that way,” Maus offered, hoping this wouldn’t offend him. He wondered what sort of impression he himself made. He was of an average height and build with dark hair - loose but with some of it in thin braids - and dark eyes. Doubtlessly he looked as young as he was.

“Anyway, I’m glad you’ll be reasonable. I, uh, I never considered anything like this.” Or was all but forced into anything like this. There was, it seemed, a first time for everything. “I imagine I go with you to where ever it is you hail from?”

“We ought to start with introductions,” Darius pointed out. “You may know that he is Ahzek Ahriman, but he doesn’t know you.”

“Oh.” Maus hesitated then bowed slightly “I’m Arvid Mauser. Or ‘Maus’ if you prefer.”

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Arranged Marriage

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Alucard watched him for a moment before describing a bow himself. “Rune Priest Mauser, I am Chapter Master Alucard of the Blood Eagles. It is my pleasure.” After a small pause more to determine the level of light in the room, he found it tolerable and removed his helm.

Indeed the other man was a son of Sanguinius, but all of the brightness of the Primarch he lacked. Grey skin, long black hair, and his eyes…the sclera were black as night and the irises a saturated red, glowing faintly in the low light. “I hope you find me…suitable.”

Where Alucard was grey skinned, Maus was tanned with faint freckles. He too had dark hair and eyes, but they were a brown-hazel color. Softer and warmer than his intended partner’s. 

“Of course,” he managed, almost entirely at a loss. His smile was sincere if tinged with confusion and a vague wariness. “I am glad to meet you, and so soon. I hope I can prove my worth to you.”

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[Arranged Marriage Meme]

“I would hardly call this auctioning you off,” Darius admonished. His eyes sparkling with amusement despite his gentle tone. 

“Let’s not worry about semantics,” Maus all but growled out. “I don’t feel like I have much of a say in this.”

“To continue as we have? To be a part of something larger than yourself? This requires sacrifices on all of our parts.”

Maus snorted. “Oh? Who are you getting hitched to?”

Darius had the decency to look sheepish before turning solemn. “We need allies that fall somewhat in-between two extremes. Ahriman is one of them.”

“With all due respect, are we talking about the same Chaotic Sorcerer?”

“We don’t discriminate.”

“No, but… Look, I’m not incredibly important–”

Darius shook his head. “You have been and always will be important to me, Arvid.” +I realize I am asking a great deal, but I need your help in this. I need you to trust me.+ These silent words were infused with the usual warmth and nearly parental pride that they always were.

Maus rubbed his forehead. This was asking a lot, even for Darius. 

“At least meet him and hear him out?”

Sighing heavily, Maus settled for a nod.

Darius touched his neck, squeezing gently at his shoulder. “I realize this is sudden, but change is inevitable. This could be a very good, mutually beneficial arrangement.”

Maus just hoped he wasn’t going to be the one to tell Hektor.

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[Arranged Marriage Meme]

Arvid Mauser was not having a particularly good day. He’d been bested again by Rune Priest Finniki, which was par for the course, but still as soundly embarrassing as the first time. Then the next thing he knew, he was being married off.

“Is this a jest?” he asked, wary of such a thing. As the newest addition to Wolfspear, he was subject to many humiliating and baffling pranks. He’d learned to laugh it off or remain stone-faced throughout. “Perhaps you mean to say I am to have a secondment elsewhere?”

“Consider this a permanent secondment if you like.”

I like nothing about this. If you’re so keen on the notion, why aren’t you the one getting married? He kept himself from admitting as much, but his expression must have said it all. 

Finniki chuckled, studying Maus carefully and stroking his red beard. It was mottled with grey, but then he was rather old. One of the more original Space Wolves, he was content to teach new recruits. 

“You’re young, new, and unbiased,” the elder Rune Priest said at length. Your training is incomplete so there is much you can learn from these Blood Eagles. There’s a willingness in you to grow and adapt.”

What else was the runt of the pack supposed to do? He’d been hoping to prove himself, not to be exiled for being more progressive and open-minded.

“Now buck up, lad. Our guests have already arrived, you know. I’m certain they won’t like to be kept waiting.”

Guests including whoever this successor chapter planned to be his future husband. “I’ll do my best.” That seemed to be all he could do, really.

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♝ : Reading a book together

[Meme]

The Clone of Sunshine had been sitting on Ceanu’s bookshelf for years. Sorcha had grown up hearing it whenever she was ill. Maus had only noticed it that week. 

Sitting on a couch in one of the common rooms, he pulled out the well-worn book. The cover was a glowing young man with a bright smile. “Now, what good is this?” he asked.

Sorcha sat down next to him. “It’s a really sweet story if you give it a chance.”

Which was how Maus found himself reading it aloud. None of that explained how he hadn’t noticed the beautiful woman who had, at some point, joined them on the couch. 

As he continued reading about the clone spreading joy and understanding from planet to planet, he wondered how he’d never noticed her before. When the book ended, he eyed her shyly, unsure how to proceed.

Sorcha, of course, had no such issue. “Hello,” she said, looking curious. “Have we met?”

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A frog appears out of nowhere and starts to criticize your life choices, what do you do?

[Random OC Questions]

Darius: “I make the frog listen to all of my life choices. It then apologizes for its many assumptions and I bid it good day.”

Maus: “I wonder if this is a test for awhile, and then I decide I don’t have to take this from a frog. So… I mean… I shoo him away? I don’t want to kick him. He’s so small.”

Hektor: “I eat the frog. Life is full of choices. Criticizing me is not a wise one.”

Ceanu: “I kick it.” He gets a pointed glare from Maus and sighs. “Gently. It’s just a frog. Apparently.”

Sorcha: “What’s a frog?”

Eliezer: “Is it Fulgrim in disguise or really just a frog? Because it’s not wrong.”

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They have acquired a lion, a peanut butter sandwich and a purple rock, what is their next move?

[Random OC Questions]

Darius: “I spend the rest of the day coming up with a joke. After which, I eat the sandwich, I train the lion, and get rid of the rock.”

Maus: “I put the peanut butter sandwich on the rock and I have the lion hide in the bushes. Then I hope for the best.”

Hektor: “I eat the lion.” There’s a pause and he adds: “And the sandwich. I carve a statue out of the rock.”

Ceanu: “I consider all the choices in life that led me to this point. Then I regret and despair of them while sitting on the purple rock. Sorcha stands nearby and mocks me.”

Sorcha: “I back away slowly. I don’t need this in my life.”

Eliezer: “I sell the lion, I eat the sandwich, and I keep the rock as a souvenir, I suppose.”

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40k AU with Russ [closed]

Their laughter echoed across the empty rooms, seeming to come from behind every pillar or lacquered screen. It had been quite some time since Arvid Mauser seen any of his squad and he was beginning to think he wouldn’t. At least, not whole and breathing. 

He brought up his sword, swiping at the Banshee that had been creeping up behind him. She tried to parry the blow and failed, much to Maus’ relief. As she skidded across the floor, he swiped again, knocking her over and leaving a messy wound to her forehead. He lacked the same level of comfort with the Crozius Arcanum he kept resting against his side. With training that would change. Assuming he lived to get any. 

He froze the ground around the eldar and sighed quietly, resisting the urge to growl or make any sort of noise. Then he made the mistake of debating the direction to head off in.

As he glanced around, Maus realized he was far from alone and significantly outnumbered. Motley and bright-colored, the Harlequins moved closer. It was proving to be an unlucky day, but that was all right provided it wasn’t his last one.