#Constantin Valdor

[sculptorofcrimson]

Yandere! Valdor

Valdor, the most loyal, the greatest of the Custodes, a Primarch in all but name. Who else can obsess more than him, whose every function besides loyalty was beaten out? A/N: Playing “fucked up obsessive twinks” on easy mode here, aren’t I? I’m sorry, SCP-XXXX who requested this, but you told me Valdor was a twink, and evil twinks are the best kind of men, so therefore this is your fault! Full throttle ahead, let us be damned together! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Relationships: Valdor/Gn!Reader, mentioned Valdor/Emperor Mentions: @kit-williams would you like some food?

Valdor does not love. 

The Custodes simply can not love. Their love perished beneath treachery and fire, ten thousand years ago, and they simply cannot piece the remnants that was a heart back together again. 

The Emperor took away their ability to love any but Himself, and what else could be left but a hollow void, an immortality without substances, a heart that beats while it lacks its other half? 

There was simply nothing left of him to spare when the Emperor had brought down his claws. His love, his joy, his dreams, all gone, wiped away like sand upon the sea. Leaving behind nothing more than a hollow without sustenance, a phantom vestige of a dream crushed long ago, its corpse entombed within perfected flesh and bone and blood. 

He loves no one, not even himself. When the Emperor died ten thousand years ago, he lost his way. He lost his tether to life itself. And for ten thousand years he wandered for the corpse of his master. There was a poem once, a poem so long ago about the loyal dog that stood guard before his master’s bones, who licked the once-petting hand once, and laid down to die. 

Valdor’s loyalty is no weaker than that dog’s.

He loves no one, not even himself. But he loves the Emperor. He loves Him, so brokenly, so obsessively, so utterly insane in his adoration, the First Custodian would have let Him tear him apart if He wished. 

He loved the Emperor. 

And that is why he loves you. He thinks you to be his Emperor. If not Him, then at least a shard.

He doesn’t care who you were, he doesn’t care whether you were once a captain, a Chapter Master, a Thunder Warrior even. He thinks you to be his master, back from the dead, one of His shards caught in life and flesh. 

He thinks you’re Him. Or, if not Him, at least a fragment of His former glory.

Valdor calls you his Emperor, his shard, his beloved, he ignores any name you had once in favor of calling you his master. A name is only a word, after all, and you are nothing but his Emperor reborn, in his mind. A guardsman, an Astarte, a Thunder Warrior, you are all mortal beneath his eyes. He only smiles that cold, humorless smile of his when you attempt to correct him, when he brushes off your words with the same cold, humorless disinterest. 

Valdor thinks you to be his Emperor. And he doesn't care that you were once someone else, you were not always his beloved, you were not the master he imagined, that you are not the master he built from memories and bones. 

You were nothing before his master, he reasons, you will be nothing after his master, and you were his Emperor once upon a time. It is doubtful if he can even know love, if he had not projected his own delusions of his Emperor upon another. Valdor failed Him once and only now the fates have judged him fit enough to protect a shard of Him, one that is so frail compared to himself, so unspeakably mortal, his atonement for the master he failed so long ago. 

He failed the Emperor once, and watched Him die. He will not do so again.

Protection. You will never walk free again, never without his cold presence by your side, that effortless, confident stride as he accompanies his master. You will never know the taste of sunlight, the easy voice of another conversationalist before their words taper off into uncertainty, and then fear, beneath the jealous glare of your bodyguard. How their sentences trail off, how Valdor looms like some ancient, murderous harpy, his shadow constantly overcasting yours.

He knows nothing of love, of human emotion. But he knows protection. And he knows obsession. 

Valdor is not a passionate man. But he is neither a cruel one either. Of course, Valdor will never raise a spear nor blade against his adoration, to strike his master would certainly mean death, but he will slaughter your loved ones without even horror. He will whisper litanies of loyalty on his knees while his Custodes sink in the knives. He will speak ironclad promises and gilded oaths when they label your soldiers traitors and slaughter them upon the snowfields, when they hail for unity, and hear the blade fall. 

He seems to like walks in wintery fields. It reminds him of what he lost long ago, when the Emperor took him atop Ararat, and he enacted His first vengeance upon the Thunder Warriors. He sometimes brings you there, to altitudes higher than even what a Space Marine can withstand, and gathers you beneath his cloak, whispering memories that were never truly yours, asking for your orders, asking for your forgiveness, asking if you can remember what it felt like ten thousand years ago.

(Sometimes, you can nearly believe him when he says you’re a shard. It’s flattering, almost, to be under the eye of the captain-general.)

He can kill. There is nothing left of him if he could not. Nothing but the Emperor’s spear, a sharpened tool meant to kill and to serve, and to be cast away when its function is complete. You have nothing to fear from him, of course, he would rather end himself than raise a blade against his master. But he loves no other. He does not know how to love. And that makes him dangerous. You know it when you gaze into his eyes, you are sure you could imagine him covered in the blood of your loved ones, guardian spear flashing as he hacks through them without even the shadow of hesitation. He will take no fear, no regret, no relief, barely even satisfaction in the grim act, and yet that is somehow more profane than joy in slaughter. Not even a single hint of joy, wild and unfettered in the sheer cruelty, not even a single hint of an ambition for why he would lay such altars of blood before his master’s feet, only simply because He wanted it to be so, and simply because he loved Him. 

In his eyes, you are his Emperor. But he does not always obey you. He does not kneel as he would’ve knelt before his master. Because he knows, Valdor knows that to protect Him, to serve Him properly, sometimes he must smother Him for His own good. It’s the twisted rationale of a dog who has lost his master, whose death had rocked him so thoroughly he was willing to kill to save Him again. 

Valdor kneels, of course. He’ll kneel before you and speak his words of loyalty, he’ll give you his names one by one if you only ask. Valdor has never considered himself eloquent with words, but he’ll listen to you, he’ll even let you command him as the Emperor would have done. Rank be damned, he cares not if his Emperor had been reborn as a guardsman or an Astartes or even a Thunder Warrior. 

But he does not hide his obsession. To obsess is the only way he knows to love, after all. He’ll smother his beloved with his protection, with his adoration. He’ll hack his way to be their only protector, their only bulwark before the madness, the only man they can trust to defend them. Gaze upon his Emperor once, he’ll tear them apart. Love the Emperor more than him, and he’ll bury their bones beneath the snowfields. 

And be loved by the Emperor more than him….and he’ll betray them as he had betrayed the Thunder Warriors. He’ll sink in golden knives and golden spears in turned backs without even the hint of remorse, Valdor will remind his beloved that it is he who is the servant, it is he who serves to be praised for his duty. Valdor can take you from your family as the Emperor took him from his, he’ll so effortlessly ensure the utter protection of his new Emperor, all for himself. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

It is he who should be the favored servant.

No one can love you more than I, my Emperor.

He’ll croon those litanies of loyalty to you. He’ll whisper those promises of protection, of ambition, he’ll promise you an eternity while standing atop the frozen ashes of your loved ones. He’ll promise you a throne if you don’t cry, if you’ll love him as his master did. He’ll bring you a crown of gold, he’ll strangle the living storm for you, if only you promise to let him protect you, if you promise if you’ll be his Emperor. 

You died once. I will not let you do so again, my Emperor.

And his obsession would never be checked, and much less ended by the true power behind the Imperium.

You are his Emperor. In that mind He broke so thoroughly long ago, you are the Emperor, reborn. Heavy is the head that bears the laurel, bloodied is the hand that holds this mad dog’s leash.

It is Valdor who should be the favored servant. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

He will protect you. 

He will protect you, obsess over you, guard you with the hollow that is a heart. He’ll bring you a throne, a crown, an army, an eternity, if only you promise, if only you’ll be his Emperor. 

The Emperor died ten thousand years ago. And in turn, he casted you in His corpse.

[jinian-ginias]

Blade of the Emperor

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Warhammer 40,000: Horus Heresy

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Return of the Loyalists

Top (L-R): Ferrus Manus, Sanguinius, Corvus Corax Bottom (L-R): Lion El'Johnson, Jaghatai Khan, Roboute Gulliman, Leman Russ, Rogal Dorn, Vulkan, Constantin Valdor, Belisarius Cawl, Alpharius

By Kim Chan

[adeptvsastartes]

@forthosewhocomeaftr continued from here.

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This world... was strange.

Constantin had come to see many worlds in his time. From his ten thousand years of searching for the Emperor's soul in the Warp, Constantin had witnessed the realms of Chaos, the Immaterium's many other realms of gods and beings incomprehensible to the normal human, but this one-- this realm was different.

It was like stepping into the paintings that were within the Emperor's vaults, ones from Mankind's now long-forgotten history. Many things were of course, realistic in nature like the trees and the ground he stood on, others more absurd or surreal like the odd monsters he'd stumbled across and was forced to fight. Though, Constantin hadn't really seen an actual human being, save for the bodies of those with numbers on their shoulders and the flags left behind. Expeditions, he could only presume.

But when he found Gustave-- some part of him truly wondered if it was an illusion that the man was there, or if it were some beast in disguise, but the weary Constantin had acted out of an old instinct-- to help mankind. He had approached in his power armor, covered in warp frost and old damages that he'd done everything in his power to fix to the best of his ability. His face was weathered and scarred, dark circles around his eyes and his hair having grown out somewhat. He gripped at a mighty spear, though it did not crackle with energy.

Looking at the supplies that were let go of, he simply stared as they were dropped before his grim gaze turned to Gustave himself.

He gave his answers, curt. His voice, monotone.

" My name is Constantin Valdor. I am no enemy of yours. " He said in reply, then glanced down to himself.

" I am a Custodian-- perhaps you may think of it as the role of a warrior and advisor. But I am not from this... Continent. " Nor world, he wanted to say. He couldn't exactly call himself a human-- he wasn't one anymore, not since both the Emperor having changed him so, nor since he'd gone into the Warp. Constantin was no man. He was an entity.

" ... I am here to help. "

[floralynn-arts]

Imperial Wedding

For VGEN Art contest, theme is "Wedding".

Progress below:

I had to scrap Valdor and Malcs because they were adding too many things to draw T-T, and the main piece is already taking 3 whole days to finish because I'm doing it with someone's commissions.

[dese-o]

Those who don’t follow the Emperor’s holy work won’t understand this, this is his finest work yet, the Adeptus Custodes on their truest form.

[shampoopheasant]

[incorrect-primarchs-quotes]

Malcador: Today I realised I'm old.

Valdor: What happened?

Malcador: I fell in the Throne room and instead of laughing, the Emperor came running to see if I was ok.

Valdor:...

Malcador: I saw fear in his eyes.

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[sandcrafter]

Why did I forget to post this

Valdor/Emp as Orcas. Erda (the lady on boat calling Emp Neoth and sit on His belly) and Ollanius Pius (the long-haired man) are scientists (naturalists or natural philosopher). The background is around 1700s.

Emp being a female orca so I did not make the back fin wrong.

[sharenadraculea]

The Primarchs at the Zoo

Emps is doing family bonding events again, so now they go to the Zoo

Lion: He gets into a staring contest with every big cat at the zoo. Needs to be stopped from getting into a fight with them. Otherwise very well behaved, just staring at animals and making notes. Fulgrim: There is one of those butterfly-houses where they just kind of fly around. Fulgrim is absolutly enchanted. Just sitting between the flowers and waiting for them to come say hi. He also definetly is wearing highly impractical clothes. Perty: Not quite sure what he should do, so he just ends up following Magnus and Fulgrim around. Get‘s to save them, because he thought about taking a powerbank and charging cable with him! Jagh: the pony riding thing is only for kids. This makes Jagh very sad. But he can tell Magnus about all the animals he knows from Chogoris. Tries to steal a horse, a yak and a camel for Magnus (not necessarely in that order) Leman: Wants to befriend every dog and wolf and similar animals. Will bark at them. Then ends up clinbing into one of the enclosures to pet the doggos and get‘s chased away by security. He stole a puppy tough! (Malcador forces Leman to bring it back, because it would be really sad without it‘s parents) Rogal: Not all that interested in the animals, but he really enjoys looking at the architecture. Brought a little sketchbook along for making notes, and some noise cancelling headphones. His siblings still get him to look at some animals and that‘s how everyone learns that Inwit is apparently full of ice-age megafauna. Rogal is just confused why the animals at the zoo aren‘t fluffy Konrad: He was very unhappy at first because there are so many people and it‘s loud and bright and smells. Then Fulgrim bought him some cute sunglasses from the Zoo Shop and Rogal gave him the printed out guidelines for how to care for the diffrent animals, so now Konrad can controll if the zoo is following the rules. As with every family-outing, he has visions of inevtable doom Sang: He is so excited! But some of the animals are very confused by his wings, either thinking he is one of them (very cute, Sang is very happy) or he is prey. Lion needs to buy him ice cream. Well he doesn‘t need to, but it comforts Sang. Then they go to the petting zoo and the goats start chewing on his wings. Sang somehow finds this very cute

Ferrus: He is making artistic photos of Fulgrim. After a while he still get‘s bored with this and goes to listen to Robs animal trivia Angron: Absolutly no one expected him to just plop down in the pettong zoo and feed goats for the rest of the day. The goats are climbing onto him and Angron is just happy. It is very hard to get him home again, Rob: The logistics of running a zoo! He is so excited about that, he nearly forgets they are there for the animals. He made sure to read up on trivia about every single animal in the zoo and now shares this knowledge with his siblings. Morty: He also wants to watch butterflies, but Fulgrim is allready there… after a while they start talking and Morty starts infodumping. Fulgrim finds this too cute. They are later seen walking out of the toilet all disheveled. Things definetly happend Magnus: He is here to do research. Yes, this involves stealing some of the animals. The most dangerous ones around actually. E told him not too, but who would Magnus be if he actually listend? Horus: He is spamming the family chat with photos of well, mostly himself. Sometimes there are animals in the background. Somehow ends up in the penguin enclosure and get‘s soaked. He isn‘t bothered, because the wet shirt accentuates his muscles, but he still get‘s kicked out of the zoo. Emps is very disappointed Lorgar: Not quite sure what he should do at first and kind of ends up wandering around alone. Then runs into Sang at the petting zoo and the goats try to eat his books. They then spend the rest of the day together Vulkan: All those baby animals! He might die from cuteness! He‘s making a ton of photos to share later, including a lot of embaressing things his siblings did. Corvus: They are nowhere to be found at first. Later Vulkan finds them sitting in the birdhouse, petting all the birds. Somehow the zookeepers haven‘t noticed. Konrad does not like this, as it is against the rooms. Alpharius Omegon: They have blended into the masses. No one knows what they did all day, but they return to the spaceship covered in plushies, cheap souvenirs and baby animals. Malcador also forces them to bring the animals back

Bonus: Emps: This was a fantastic idea, he is very proud of himself. Loudly yells about every cool animal he sees Malcador: He is highly stressed out. Why did they decide to make so many kids? Next family trip he‘ll just stay at home Valdor: He pays for everything.

[scp-xxxx]

I like your stuff about Valdor. What do you think about the new Horus Heresy Trailer? I liked that it starred Constantin but I think his face looked a bit off. Although it's good that he looks older and grumpy.

Great question! I do have a thread on it on my twitter where I listed ALL of Valdor’s features in his appearance.

I LOVE the fact they used Valdor’s mini model and NOT his BoTI design(which is technically wrong canonically speaking)

This is directly his mini's model. Right down to the pelt and the head.

His chimes are here, on the right side, and so is the "wide" spread of his gorget. The "shield" on his pauldron is slightly different orientation(less to the front and more "down" but it still has the scroll (which doesn't have his name for a reason.

Captain-General and Malcador. The fact this is his model's design thrills me to no end, even right down to the "bangles". You can see the dangling thingies on his tasset/loincloth thing, along with the ship on his hips and even the medals on his pelt.

This here gives an odd insight onto his neck, which isn’t very often. But you can see the “edges” of the surronding structure of his pauldrons and his neck-guard, both found on his mini, joytoy and even his BoTI design’s neck.

HE EVEN HAD THE RIGHT CHARACTERIZATION (”What I think doesn’t matter” is a very accurate quote)! Also they remembered the tubes on his left side of his face AND the augmetic bead on the right side! (Source: BoTI). You can’t see his neck neural implants from this angle but I don’t mind. 

And THEY REMEMBERED HIS DOUBLE EAGLE WINGS!

His eagle wings are not always like that and his name scroll is weirdly empty(it should have VALDOR spelled on it), but DOUBLE EAGLE WINGS AND VINE DECALS ON CHESTPLATE!

Also they even remembered the fact his skull has the cross, seen on model and BoTI, I love it.

Plus, Valdor's eye color is brown, not black. This was never truly confirmed in the books(his eye color is “dark” in MoM and never mentioned again directly)

And finally:

Also a very relevant quote since he has the quote that’s essentially: “be prepared in war, unless you want to fucking die” (paraphrasing, of course)

Aside from that, I just wanted to say that Valdor does look youthful in BoTI. He is old by this point, but it’s implied he can’t change(also from BoTI, from his revelation with Ushotan), so he could look surprisingly young and it wouldn’t be out of character. 

[liquid-sector]

Warhammer 40,000: Horus Heresy

[druidwolf21]

No gods here.

Constatin Valdor/F reader.

Constantin Valdor deals with a disrespectful serf.

Tw: sexual content, slight degrading language. Swearing Valdor is a bit hot and cold.

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The scent of ritual oil and burning incense lay thick in the air, a cloying haze that refused to dissipate through the wide halls of the palace. The smoke coiled and twisted around you as you ran down the hall, passing intricate art painted along the glittering walls. Epitaphs and memoirs wove through the painting in long forgotten languages, the words dancing between golden figures welding spears of lightening atop mountains of corpses.

You slowed for a moment, admiring the glint of the paint from Prometheum torches bouncing their amber light across the surface. Craning your neck you stepped backwards to peer at the top of the painting, many meters from the ground.

Each step backwards revealed more of the mural. Towering custodes clad in golden armour cleaved through monsters and xenos, splattering red brush strokes showing the arch of their weapons swinging into writhing bodies, severing limbs and heads.

At the head of the legion, a custodes stood pointing into the fray. Sparks danced from the tip of the guardian spear gripped firmly in a heavy gauntleted fist whilst beneath his foot, an emerald serpent flailed in its final death throes.

You stared transfixed at the custodes face. Your eyes trailed from the stern frown that creased his features and along the strong jawline, down the connective cable and finally alighting on the inlay of his gleaming pauldron.

"Valdor"

Mouth agape slightly you marveled at the scene. Watching the flicker of torchlight dance across the golden inlay, the painting seemed to move as shadows rippled across it's surface.

"Hey!"

You jumped at the voice echoing along the hall. Dragging your attention away from the wall, you watched a serf sprint down the corridor, white robes matching yours billowing about their feet.

"What are you doing? You can't just stand there we've got to get a move on"

The Serf came to a halt at your side. Scrunching her nose at the soft smoke wafting through the air, she held out a tightly wound stack towards you. You rolled your eyes and gathered the bundle of incense burners from her arms.

"Oh relax Tia I'm way ahead of schedule, I think I can take a moment to enjoy some culture"

Tia huffed, placing her hands on her hips. She flicked her blonde plait over her shoulder and followed your gaze up the wall.

"What even is this?"

You shrugged, hefting the bundle in your hands.

"A battle. Not sure which one, but it must be old if the custodes were deployed."

Tia squinted up, reading the yellow parchment painted across the leaders armour.

"Valdor? As in captain-general Valdor?"

She continues to glare at the portrait, pursing her lips in thought.

"He looks scary, I'm glad the custodes we see keep to themselves"

Elbowing your friend, you set off down the hallway.

"I don't think he's scary. Hes quite handsome really. Besides who doesn't love a man in uniform"

The serf slapped your arm, pulling you against the wall. The incense in your arms clattered to the ground loudly as she gripped your shoulders.

"Don't say things like that, You could get in trouble!' she hushed "What if one of the custodes heard you talking about their captain like that?"

Shrugging her off, you bent to gather the dropped burners.

"Tia please... I'm sure they already know how good he looks"

You laughed, dancing out of range as she swiped at you with a hiss.

"Stop worrying about me and go do your chores. Custodes have better things to do with their time than chase me for daydreaming"

"why are you so weeeeiiiirrdd" The blonde moaned, stamping her feet before turning down a small service corridor. "I swear if you get yourself killed for being an idiot I'll never let you live it down!"

"Love you too"

Humming, you trotted down the hall following the thickest trail of congealing smoke towards a heavy metal door, oblivious to the hulking shadow cascading along the wall and vanishing.

Rapping your knuckles against the door, you slowly pushed it open and slid through the gap, coughing when a plume of vapours engulfed you.

A guardian spear lay across a broad table whilst a cowled priest hovered over it, hands elevated palms down over the weapon. His eyes were closed as he chanted and prayed whilst his apostles swung censors that seeped soft clouds of lavender and ginseng. The smog lay thick, obscuring a huge portion of the room as it wound around massive marble pillars and smothered the corners of the room.

"Here girl"

A priest gestured to you, waving you over before taking the bundle from your hands.

"Who's is that?"

Your eyes glittered as you watched the spear tip spark brightly in the gloom before dimming.

"Lord Valdors, it's been a while since the high priest was able to-"

The apostle fell silent as a shape emerged from the dense fog, towering over everyone as he watched the priests work. Clad in a black tunic with golden trim, he crossed his arms as he watched, revealing sinewed muscle and silvered interface ports.

A socket on his cheek caught the faint light from the spear when he turned his head, glinting alongside the bolt that nestled in his temple and one embedded near the crown of his skull, near the dark mohawk that trailed down the center of his head.

You shuffled backwards as the custodes stepped forward, leaning down to drag his finger along his spear. The movement caught his attention and his sight honed onto you, freezing you in place as you locked eyes with him.

A muscle in his face twitched into a slight frown as he held your gaze. Your heart hammered in your chest, watching him rise back to his full height, never taking his dark eyes off you.

The world seemed to fall silent and still as the custodes considered you. Everything around you lulled to a soft muted mumbled as you dipped your head slightly, clasping your fingers across your chest in the aquilla.

"It is done, Lord Valdor."

With his attention finally drawn away, you gasped, freeing a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding.

"Good"

Valdor's voice was low and rumbling as he picked up the spear and hefted it, testing the weight in his hand. With a swift movement he jabbed the base into the floor, watching silently as electricity coursed along the deadly blade. Seemingly satisfied, he flicked the spear, halting the energy and placed it back on the table.

"Have it sharpened and returned to my armouring bay"

The priests all dropped into a low bow as the captain brushed past them, heading towards the door. He paused as he passed you, looking down blankly as you stared back at him.

"Bow" the apostle hissed, clutching your arm and trying to drag you down. You struggled against his grip, blinking dumbly as the custodes smirked at you before leaving.

"Foolish girl, he could strike you down for-"

Ripping your arm from the priest's clenched grip, you rushed out of the door, following after Valdor. Pushing through the fading haze of scented smoke you staggered into the hallway, blinking at the sudden brightness.

"Interesting"

You spun, feeling the soft cotton of your dress wrapping around your legs you twisted. Constantin Valdor leant against the wall, regarding you with a cocked brow as you staggered. The skirt of your dress tightened and you keeled backwards, arms flailing as you fell.

A warm, calloused hand gripped your forearm, fingers encompassing your wrist as he pulled you back to your feet, lifting you into air before setting you down. His hand still wrapped tightly around your arm, holding it above your head.

"Thank you my lord I didnt-"

"Curious little thing, aren't you"

Valdor's deep voice cut you off. Cocking his head to the side and looking you up and down.

"My lord I meant no disrespect"

"And yet here I am wondering if that's true"

You stuttered, panic rising.

"I didn't...I never intended to-"

You stumbled as he released his grip on your wrist with a snort.

"Tell me, where did you get the nerve"

"I uuhh"

Dumfounded, you watched as the captain laughed before he turned away, waving his hand over his shoulder.

"I'll remember you, little serf."

You watched him leave, feeling the last of your strength leave your body as he rounded a corner and vanished.

'Holy shit"

You sank to your knees shaking.

"Holy fucking shit"

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"You cannot be serious"

You nodded, folding the sheet and tossing it into a cupboard.

"I'm deadly serious"

Tia gaped at you, blue eyes bulging from her head when you recounted your run in with the captain general, her knuckles clenched white around the pillow she held.

"This is what I warned you about! You're lucky he was in a good mood, he could've killed you!"

"I know I know! But seriously..." You leant in close, Your friend leaning in to listen as you dropped your voice to a whisper. "It was hot though"

The pillow hit you square in the face.

"Are you actually insane? Why are you like this?!"

"Tia you should've seen it. He picked me up like I weighed nothing"

"Because you DO weigh nothing to him! He's huge!"

You groaned, leaning your head backwards as you listened.

"I can't even deal with you right now. Go get started in the kitchen you animal"

"Oh Tia come on~"

Tia huffed, launching the pillow at you and pointing to the door.

"Out. Now"

"Tia I'm kidding. Kind of"

The serf growled and stalked towards the exit, swinging it open with a clatter.

"Get out now!"

You stood, stock still as you stared out into the hall.

"Well don't just stand there, get going!"

"Tia I really dont-"

"I am not listening to another word about how attractive you think the captain is"

"Tia seriously shut up"

"Why, so you can start talking about some other filthy degenerative-"

"TIA"

The blonde paused, following your gaze and blanching. Two custodes, full armoured in shimmering golden auramite stood at the entrance. Red eye lenses zeroed in on you, silently watching.

"You, come with us."

"m-my l-lord I was only"

Tia froze as the custodes helmet jerked towards her and he slammed his spear into the ground.

"You. now"

You nodded, stepping in line behind the guards as they strode away. Looking back, you watched Tia clutch her dress with tears streaming down her face. You shot her a reassuring smile before hurrying after your escort.

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The door was huge. Heavy oak and iron, you stared at it, willing it to stay locked forever.

"In."

The soulless red lenses gleamed as the custodes pushed the door open a fraction whilst his companion took up his position on the other side of the frame, guarding.

"Oh I really don't think I -OOF"

The end of a spear jabbed into your back, sending you reeling through the gap, the door sealing behind you with an echoing slam.

Landing on your hands and knees with a harsh slap, you cautiously peered around you. The floor was cold marble, veins of black and grey cutting through the white stone.

A bed sat tucked into the corner, a simple bunk with thin sheets. Normal in every way.

Except it was massive.

In fact everything seemed hugely proportioned. A massive chest of draws, An ornate fireplace holding a dying flame and a large desk, scattered with papers and a flashing dataslate and a large chair, high backed and cushioned...

With Valdor lounging in it, one leg kicked out as he watched you.

"I should've guessed it would be you"

You scrambled trying to rise to your feet, pausing when he lifted his hand.

"No, you can stay on your knees. It's about time you learned some respect"

You flushed, fear and something more battling for dominance as he spoke.

"My lord, I swear whatever it is I've done to offend you I didn't mean it."

You kept your eyes locked to the floor, listening to the chair groan with each of valdor's movements.

"You think you have offended me? You think me so petty to be offended by a serf? No. Offended is not the word."

Risking a glance up, you watched him lean back in his seat.

"I simply cannot have someone with so little decorum running around like a bitch in heat"

Every word you'd ever learned left your vocabulary and a thousand emotions ran through you as you returned your eyes to the floor:

Scared?

Definitely scared

Turned on?

Oh yeh.

What the hell is wrong with you your mind screamed as you heard Valdor rise from his chair.

"Are you going to kill me?" You whispered, the fear taking over as his feet came into view.

Stupid stupid idiot your mind cooed, killed because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"No"

Tears fell to the floor, springing from your eyes before you could stop them.

"I find you curious, so no. I won't kill you"

Harsh fingers found your jaw and tilted your head up as Valdor crouched in front of you.

"But you will learn some respect"

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"Holy terra I thought you were dead!"

Tia threw herself at you sobbing when you returned to your shared sleeping quarters.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know they were there, oh I thought you were dead I was so scared" her voice warbled and cracked as she spoke.

"No I'm ok."

Her hand came up, slapping you hard across the cheek.

"YOU IDIOT I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT"

you smiled softly, holding her as she fell into your arms again.

"Yeh I know. But it all worked out"

"What happened? Are you in much trouble?"

Pushing the blonde upright you grinned at her.

"I guess I got a promotion?"

"A what?"

"Yeh" you picked at a loose thread on your dress, the pure white of the imperial serf replaced with black cotton and golden trim.

"I'm his personal serf now"

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The days had passed slowly at first. Hard labour and harder words slowly breaking you.

You weren't sure when something changed, or even what it was.

But he started talking.

Small stories at first, details of his patrols or small thoughts he voiced.

So you told him about your day in return. Staying in the serf quarters, running though the halls after dark.

He was still stern, harsh with his verbal lash and unwilling with praise.

But slowly he softened.

Soon the stern voice became kinder.

From a firm hand forcing you to bow, to a soft touch pulling you to your feet.

A stern word of warning turned gentle.

"Do not speak unless spoken to, serf"

To:

"Tell me about your day, little one"

And then he wasn't "Lord Valdor" or "Captain general"

He just became Valdor

And the feelings you tried to smother, just bloomed into something more.

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"You need to do better"

Your wrists ached as you scrubbed the golden auramite to a reflective polish, grinding the polishing rag in near circles.

"I'm doing the best I can" you gasp, wincing as the muscle in your hands cramped again. The faint stretching of ink on parchment and the squeak of oil across metal has filled your ears for hours.

"You lack discipline."

"Yeh you've been saying that for weeks now"

Valdor's eyes darted up from his paperwork, watching your hand swipe up and down the mirrored gauntlet.

"6 weeks and you're still so flippant. I would've thought you have learned a modicum of respect by now"

"After 6 weeks you should know me better than that"

You smiled at him, the grin widening as he sighed and tossed down the parchment.

'Come here, let me have a look"

Clambering to your feet, you hoisted the armour up with you, placing it into his lap with a groan.

He studied it for a moment, eyes flicking from his gauntlet to your face.

"It's better" he conceded, placing it on his desk.

"Thank Terra for that"

He continued watching you for a moment before sighing, running his hand along the dark crop of his mohawk.

"6 weeks has passed us quickly"

"it has"

"And yet your familiarity worsens"

"I apologize, my lord"

He brushed your words away with a wave of his large hand.

"No you don't. Besides you cannot be solely to blame. You have dragged me down to your level and I have allowed myself to entertain you"

You laughed, running your finger along the finger plates of his armour.

"I am sorry"

Valdor cocked his head at you as you stared at the table, unable to meet his eye.

"I am sorry for what I said before"

"Before?"

"For what I said that landed me here."

The custodes hummed, leaning backwards in his chair and propping his chin is his hand and his elbow on the arm of the chair.

"Are you now?"

You nodded, a blush creeping it's way across your cheek.

"Well it seems we've learned some humility at least"

You could hear the amusement in his voice as he spoke, his voice soft and low.

"Good girl"

Heat dropped in your gut at his words, your body heating as he raked his eyes over you. Pressing your thighs together you tried to ignore the sudden rush of blood around your body.

"Look at you. You were doing so well. But all it took was two words and we're right back where we started."

A low moan left your body as his hand shot forward, gripping your jaw and tilting your face towards his as he dragged you forward. Your hands shot out, gripping his thigh for balance.

"6 weeks of cleaning. 6 weeks of serving and learning and you still act like a whore at the earliest opportunity"

He squeezed, puckering your lips and cheeks.

"I am the emperor's spear. I am the captain general of the custodes. And you are here fawning like a common slut"

You tried to speak, to shake your head. His grip tightened for a second before he released you, allowing you to fall forward into his lap.

"My lord, please. I'm sorry"

You staggered up right, fighting back tears as you spluttered.

"Please my lord Valdor I didn't mean to-"

He cut you off, his hand finding the back of your head as he pulled you back against him and pulled your lips to his. You tensed, your fingers clenching into his shirt before relaxing into his touch. He was hot to the touch, his lips moving softly against your ass his grip slackened and his other hand found your hip, pulling to you straddle his lap.

"Maybe I was too soft on you" he growled, pulling away from the kiss to plant his lips against your throat.

"I have allowed myself to be corrupted by your lust"

You whined, feeling his teeth nipping into your skin.

"I let thoughts of you consume my mind every day"

"Valdor~"

He groaned as you whispered his name, his hips jerking upwards against you. With hurried hands, he clutched the collar of your dress, shredding the fabric in two and moving to mouth your breast, rolling the nipple between his teeth and tongue.

You ran your hands along his head, fingers dancing over the service studs a d through his short crop of hair, tugging the strands as he released you with a wet pop.

"I shouldn't want this" he muttered, biting and sucking at your skin, pulling bruises to the surface. "You did this to me"

You arched your back, pushing your chest against him as he nipped his way along your neck and whining as his hands found the plush of your rear.

"Valdor please"

The world spun and papers fluttered to the floor, follows by the smashing of his gauntlet to the floor as Valdor spun you, slamming your back against the table and laying you flat.

"You were sent to test me" he mused, leaning over you as he trailed his fingers down your body. "Sent to test my devotion"

He dropped to his knees, run his tongue along your stomach and halting at the hem of your panties.

"You came to me and I thought I could pull you into the emperor's light, bend you to his will."

He's mouth found the crotch of your underwear, pressing a heavy kiss to the soaked fabric.

"And yet I find myself on my knees for you"

You keened as he wretched the fabric to the side and plunged his tongue into your cunt, lapping at your slick.

Clutching the edge of his desk, you rocked your hips against his face, huffing as his nose bumped your clit. You jerked at the contact and he stilled before dragging the flat of his tongue along the bundle of nerves.

"Oh throne!"

You felt his lips twitch into a smirk as he sucked and flicked your bud. One hand grasping your hip to hold you still as the other came up to press a finger to your dripping entrance.

"So desperate"

Valdor slid a finger inside, moving his mouth to nip your thigh as he watched his index finger disappear. He twisted the digit, curling and thrusting as he watched your reaction. You thighs shuddered as he brushed against your g spot.

"Oh?"

He pushed in again, curling his finger into the soft spot and smirked when you cried out. Again and again he pushed, eyes wide and pupil blown as you shook.

"Fuck, Valdor please, please I gonna ahh~"

You clasped your hand over your mouth as you came, bucking your hips as he continued stroking your walls.

Valdor pulled his finger out and you watched with blurry vision as he brought the finger to his mouth and licked it.

"You taste like sin" he whispered, unbuckling his trousers and pulling his flushed cock free. He dragged the weeping tip along your cunt, coating his length in your slick.

"It won't fit" you whined, twitching as he slid against your sensitive clit.

"I'll make it fit" he growled, pulling your thighs apart and lining the tip to your entrance.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as he slowly pushed in, your miscles burning as he stretched you to your limit.

"it's too much, I can't-"

His mouth clamped over yours as, with a rough thrust he bottomed out, swallowing your cries.

"Oh God, Valdor!"

"There are no gods here, only me" he snarled, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. His dick stroked your walls with each deep rut of his hips, lighting a fire behind your eyes as you sobbed and groaned.

"Yes yes!"

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" His voice was low, feral as he drove his hips against you. "So desperate for my cock this whole time"

He pulled out, flipping you over and pressing your belly to the desk before driving himself back in, his balls hit against your clit with every movement.

"I'll fuck some respect into you. I'll fuck you until all you can say is yes, lord Valdor"

"Yes sir, yes lord Valdor " you babbled, drool pooling on the desk as you slid over the surface, listening to the wet sound of your cunt swallowing every inch he gave.

Desperate for anything to ground you, you reach out, clawing for the edge of the table. As you stretched his hand reached out, locking his fingers with your and squeezing gently.

"you're taking me so well, such a good little serf. A gift from the emperor himself."

His words hit you like whiplash, swapping from insult to soft praises had your cunt clenching around his as you came.

"Throne, your-"

The edge of the table bit into your stomach as his thrusts became erratic. You could feel his cock twitching inside you and his breaths became rasping gasps.

He stayed above you for a moment, panting in your ear as your muscles spasmed. After a moment he pulled out and you winced as you felt cum drip from your hole and splatter down your thighs.

"I want it inside, Valdor. Please"

Valdor's teeth found your shoulder, biting into the soft flesh as he came. A cry died in your throat as you felt him fill you.

"We should clean you up"

He sounded tired.

With an aching groan you pushed yourself upright, ignoring the shaking of your legs as you slid from the table to the floor. Valdor stepped over, cupping a scarred hand around your ribs as he supported you.

"I'll get a towel, my lord"

Silence

"Lord Valdor?"

You looked up to find a quizzical look across his face.

"Since when are you so obedient"

Tired, you smiled at him and leaned against his hip.

"Well I got what I wanted, it's only fair you get what you want too"

He sank into his chair, confused as you staggered towards his dresser, pulling a soft towel from the lowest drawer.

"Would you like me to clean you, my lord Valdor"

The custodes blinked feeling his cock twitching again as you stepped towards him, bruised and still slick with sweat and spend.

"Emperor protect me"

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AU info Part 1(with update) Part 2

Cowboy/alt outfit time soon-ish(for select characters minus Leman).

Really struggled with trying to find reference images for Lenape, Pueblo, and Tepehuáno clothing for the era (late 1820s), so I'm hoping the clothing designs are at least partially acceptable. If anyone has better sources, please send them my way.