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Headcanons on what a friendship with a custodies would be like as a normal human, because I don’t think a romantic relationship would ever be possible💀

Hahahah sure Anon! Although everything is possible in my headcannon that’s larger than the black hole🌚I hope you like this! I don’t think I did extremely well with this piece,,, but I tried sksksk

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•I imagine that it will be a relationship that started off due to your intellect - because let’s be honest, it is kinda difficult to impress a custodes physically (nigh impossible I would say)

•At first it will be a bit awkward and weird, because the custodes is probably not used to making friends (what a concept, lol), not to mention befriending a mortal. The same goes for you too, since who in their right mind would try to make friends with a custodes 🤡 so I would say you two need quite a bit of time to get close to friendship

•However, I imagine the relationship develops if you two do see each other frequently. Perhaps you are a serf that serves the custodes? Or maybe just someone that works at the Tower of Hegemon?

•During the times you two do meet, you guys will probably have amicable conversations with each other. Maybe a chat or two about ancient literature, or maybe the custodes will ask you questions surrounding the normal human mind

•For example:

You stood uneasily next to Arthurian, the golden armoured soldier’s presence was in a sense penetrative. The memory of the day you interjected in his conversation with another custodes was still fresh in your mind, and it was difficult to forget the expression he had on his face that day.

Not annoyed. Or angry. The custodes that day looked at you with a neutral gaze, like a farmer watching his crops or a cleaner to his broom. There was attention, but beyond that, it was hard to say if anything else existed.

“(Y/N),” a somber and deep voice called out your name, and your turned to its source with a shudder.

“Ye-yes, my lord?” You tilted your head downwards, too fearful to even look at him in the eyes.

For a moment, there was silence in the space. You wondered if perhaps you had done something wrong. Maybe the tone was incorrect, or maybe the titles you used was wrong...

By the Emperor, just what have you gotten yourself into?

“If you were stuck in a place with no where to go, what would you do, (Y/N)?”

You could hear the gears in your brain going click-clunk for a fracture of the second, because you needed a moment to take in what was happening.

Arthurian, the custodes, was asking you a question.

And it seemed like a genuine one, even.

You encouraged yourself to look up, and into the custodes’ emotionless eyes.

“Depends on the circumstances, my lord,” you spoke with a shaking voice.

“Hmm,” the custodes hummed - a weirdly human gesture. “Then, what if you are stuck in a place with no where to go, and the only thing awaits you outside are men who would do anything to kill you?”

“I, well, my lord...... I would probably go out and fight them, even if it means my death.”

“Why?”

“Huh?” You blinked.

“Life is precious to mortals. To do what you have suggested would make you lose your life faster. Why would you do that?”

“Because, at least, I would be dying on my own terms...?” You ended your answer with a raise of the tone, unsure if what you said made any sense.

You could feel the custodes looking at you, his eyes fixed on every detail.

“I see,” ultimately he said. “Thanks.”

And then he walked out of the room.

You stood there, frozen. Not out of fear, but shock.

Did he just said Thanks to me?

•After you two become close-or as close as one can get with a custodes, I imagine him to come and find you to have a small chat. Sometimes about small things, sometimes about big things. You would slowly become more comfortable with talking to him, and eventually it will become quite the sight: a normal human having a normal conversation with a custodes.

•He would look after you in his own way. Not like dotting on you, but if he ever sees you hurt, or harmed in anyway, I imagine him to ask you for details on what happened, how it happened, why it happened. He would document it and keep it in mind, taking it into account if it is related to anything the custodes are investigating on. The custodes is probably past feeling “sympathy” or “anger” in the face of these, but your “friend” probably feel a stronger sense of obligation to protect you because of your relationship.

•Other custodes won’t pay you much heed. They know who they are as an organisation and as an individual, so they won’t doubt if one of their own decides to recognise a mortal.

•I’m sorry, but should the day comes where your life is at stake because of his mission, he would probably choose his mission. Duty bounds them all. But I do think he would probably try his best to prevent external damage.

•You would be a mere short chapter in a custodes’ long long life. After your death, he will remember you, but then again, he remembers a lot of things. A slightly OOC but endearing headcannon I have is after your death, your custodes friend would probably one day head to where you used to live, expecting to find you, but remembers that you are dead the moment he takes his first step. He would still for a moment, reflecting on the short span of human life, and turn back to continue his other duties.

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Lion relationship headcanons if it wouldn’t be to much of a problem

Okay, I have put this off for so long because although I do have ideas about it (plenty), I don’t know if they are accurate enough of a depiction of Lion,,, but then I have been getting into warhammer brainrot recently because of Penitent... so I thought why not :3. Okay, here it is. there won’t be much plot or sumthing... this is some pure heretical thinkings xD. Oh, I could remember how I was all “Ooh” and “Ahh” over Lion when that profile sketch of him came out in the HH campaign book.

•Let’s start off by saying that it would be one hell of a stressful relationship. Because we all know the Dark Angels express feelings like they are always constipated, especially to outsiders, and that’s even more of the case for their Primarch, who grew up in seclusion, and never really opened up to anyone.

•Being in a relationship with him would mean that in the beginning there would lots of secrets and distances. I don’t think he is doing it out of malignant intentions, it is more like these things just didn’t cross his mind. In a sense, he would need to ponder a bit on “Oh, I am supposed to tell them that” or “Ah, so I shouldn’t keep this away from them”.

•Patience is the key. You already done the impossible by making him go into a relationship, so I think you would be quite patient to start with. Let him know the expectations and feelings you have in this relationship, but explain it to him softly. Don’t try to hide it - he is observant, and will realise it if something is just a biiiiiiiit off. Hiding things from him would damage the trust a lot, I think. A bit ironic, really, but I guess in front of a Primarch there is not much fairness to go by.

•Expect this to be an underground thing, really. For your own safety, for his reputation, for ease of life. But he would not think of it as something shameful, and he would let a few of his brothers and sons know about this. If by chance anyone negatively evaluates him because of this relationship, he would be very defensive about it. From what I remember about Lion, he is very strict, and very rigid with his decisions (cough Luther cough). If he chooses to do something, then expect him to go through with it, thoroughly.

•In terms of physical intimacy, I think the Lion can be surprisingly open about it. He does have a past where he lived like a beast, so he probably knows the physical part of a relationship. He could unexpectedly show up in front of you, ‘demanding’ some sort of physical intimacy because he knows that it makes him relax, even if just a little. Most of time it would be really chaste gestures like a kiss on the forehead or a kiss on the back of your hand, a hug, or just allowing him to hold you while he vents a little about the twists and turns of warfare, of politics, etc. However, when he is really really in a bad state of mind, and when he finally has the time to process it, expect something physically intense. Mangled hair, some messy kisses, his hands grabbing you tight 0-0 (okay I am still too shy for this sksksksk) just know that his movements would be a bit heavier than usual, and in those moments, he seemed almost humane.

•Another thing is that you should definitely be able to hold your own in military or political discussions. In fact, I think all of Primarchs’ partners should be outstanding in these fields, or at least in one of them, since they would be so integral in both of your lives. You should have enough confidence to offer your opinions, and enough knowledge to back that confidence. This is also one way to get closer to him emotionally - because I don’t think he is that good at small talks, so most of your conversation would still be centred around work, and sometimes he would use his dry humour when talking about these with you.

“These people thought to use sorcery to enthral my men,” he chuckled coldly when he said this.

“The less one knows, the bolder one becomes,” you shrugged as you flipped through the latest battle reports. “And in their case, they were probably horribly under-educated.”

You heard a laugh after saying that. Looking up, you saw Lion having a half-smile on his face.

•Although your relationship is under the wraps, he can get very possessive of you. You know how a lion might be possessive of the prey it caught? Yeah, like that. It is not like objectify you, just that this reaction comes pretty natural for him. And since the relationship is hidden, it means you have to deal with a lot of attention from other people (I mean, who wouldn’t want to get close to someone that’s close with the Primarch and has his trust). It would actually be funny - I actually wrote something for this:

The scolding was harsh, and distributed towards both of you equally.

“Having the time to chat, when there is a battle going on?” The Primarch of the First Legion, the Lion, the Caliban Knight, looked at you, and your co-worker, who was trying to invite you out for dinner just a few seconds ago.

You two went pale and sweaty at that, though, in your defence, you were using every last of your wits to turn him down while throttling his attempt at talking with you.

It didn’t feel nice. It didn’t feel nice at all. You didn’t understand why you got reprimanded too. You weren’t even the one at fault - surely a Primarch could not think like a normal man in situations like this? Yet you couldn’t ask him that. Not now, when a dozen eyes were watching.

When the Lion had moved on from you two, you tilted your head a bit to see Corswain standing by the entrance to the deck, helm in his hands. He caught your gaze too, and you believed that he just blinked a bit faster than usual. It was a sign. A hidden one. The Dark Angels always knew how to hide things, from coded messages to secret weapons. You had the honour of learning some of these when you and Lion were alone. And in this instance, these quick paced blinks meant one thing:

It is not what you think.

Ok. You thought to yourself, and returned to your workstation. The rest of your shift was done in lowered mood, but you still performed your duty without fault. By then, you had already figured out why he didn’t let you slip away - it was too telling. To spare would reveal to all who witnessed this that you were maybe a bit special to the Primarch, then words would start to fly, speculations would rise, and it would be a cacophony difficult to silence.

So you understood, and the anger and unhappiness dissolved like a tablet in water. You were patient and understanding when these two qualities are needed, and you believed that these were part of the reasons why he liked you.

On your way back to your quarter, which was sneakily placed near a usually unpopulated corridor, Corswain politely asked you to stop, and instead took you to Lion’s quarter through a hidden passage.

When you arrived, Lion was sitting behind his desk, busy with documents. But he put down his stylus when you came in, and got up from his chair. He was dressed in a monastic white robe, his golden hair loose. He observed you first with his green eyes, looking for signs to gauge your mood. After he was done with that, he sighed and pulled you closer, leaving a kiss on your hair.

That was his apology.

“It is okay, I understand,” you looked up at him, and gave him a tired smile.

“You always do,” he led you to sit on a couch. “But it was more than that.”

“Oh?” You looked at him curiously.

“I don’t want something similar happen again,” he stated in a rather resolute tone. “He shouldn’t talk to you like that. None of them should.”

“…you are going to kill off a lot of possible relationships on deck,” you commented, quite amused by the jealousy he was displaying.

“They can find some other time, too,” was his reply before he shifted the topic. “Won’t you stay for the evening, (Y/N)? I have much to talk with you about.”

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What is your favorite chaos deity in 40k?

Everyone except Slaanesh,,, I,,, just can’t tolerate their sexual depravity and that sense of mindlessness. The things they do also makes me go “???” on multiple occasions 🤡

The fave is obviously Nurgle. I always find it fascinating how his side can twist disease and illness into such joyful blessings. It is very funny to see how amongst a bunch of cold blood schemers, you just have nurgle believers wandering around giggling.

Tzeentch is my second favourite, because he represents the power of knowledge, but also the danger of it. They also give me some sort of Lovecraftian feels which is cool. I wonder, is it worth it to trade sanity for the knowledge of absolutely everything? Maybe, maybe not.

Khorne. Bloody. Vicious. War-mongering. The existence of life itself fuels him and his followers, a simplicity underlies their existence based on power. He is also kinda fair and square to everyone, because he doesn’t mind where the head or blood comes from, so it is a nice change of pace from the twisting minds of Tzeentch.