Toxic Bonds
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Warnings: questionable consent, questionable comprehension of consent, controlling relationship dynamics, breaking and entering, voyeurism, self-delusion, unhealthy obsession...you probably get the point by now. Please do not read this if you don't like fictional men being horribly toxic.
Summary: Mortarion finds his bonded. Semi-canon to the 'main' Mortarion husbandry story.
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Mortarion had been in the warp one moment. The next he was on a planet staring at a mortal woman's ass as she filled a basket with some sort of squash from her garden. He stayed quite still, silently taking in his surroundings. Despite his massive size, with his wings furled he could just about blend in with the cattails and muck he’d landed in.
He didn't really know what was pulling him towards this woman. He didn't really care. He would have her soon enough. That was inevitable. For now, he watched and listened. She was humming to herself as she worked.
A long yellow vehicle pulled up nearby and two kids ran out, speaking to the woman in a language he didn't recognize. He watched as she scooped up the basket and ushered them into the nearby dwelling place. Once they were inside, he quietly sniffed around until he determined what room she’d moved into, and tucked himself up against the outer wall next to the trash cans. He could smell baking bread as she worked. That was good. His consort should be able to cook. It smelled like she was making several batches as well to prepare!
After he was certain she wasn't going anywhere, he slipped back towards the pond to prepare a few things. He needed a courting gift after all. In a couple of hours he had a fresh cattail basket, a bird’s nest filled with small eggs, the birds from said nest (plucked and cleaned), and a set of wild flowers with a pleasing tart taste.
The warp felt so distant here, but he could still pull enough to step through it. He marked the room where the last light had gone off and stepped out into it. The fascinating baseline he had been watching was fast asleep. Her face was lined up close, and her stomach showed stretch marks where her shirt had slid up. Slowly he moved closer and placed a hand over her mouth to make sure she didn't accidentally wake up the kids.
She woke up with a start as his other hand traced across her face. He spoke to her calmly “Don't worry, I have you safe now,” but she didn't seem to understand his words. Patience. He pulled his hand back and offered her the basket. She looked in it with trepidation turning to what seemed to be utter confusion before reaching for some sort of portable communication device.
He growled very softly at that and she froze up. No one else should be interrupting their meeting! He set the basket down and reached both hands out to stroke her face and hair. She babbled something in her language and he continued to whisper soothing words to her to calm her down, pulling her in closer to his body. Slowly she started to relax, sobbing in his arms as he hummed and sang to her in his own native tongue.
This was a fine start, he thought. She would come to understand in time. He held onto her until exhaustion made her slowly fall back into sleep before setting her back in her bed and heading out the window.













