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[solspina]

Rating primarchs based on how good of a boyfriend they would be

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Horus : 8/10

He’s a nice guy for the most part, very charismatic and though very goal focused he’s also kind and open to those he’s closest to. Outwardly, he’s very straightforward, stern, and absolutely ruthless to his enemies. There’s humanity within him though, and he won’t keep his friendly, loving demeanor away from those who deserve it. Find him at a celebratory event, drunk with Sanguinius, moments in which he’s full of nothing but laughter and love for his brothers and the one who stands beside him. His love language is quality time.

Leman Russ : 4/10 (negotiable)

Though he knows love, it seems to be quite strictly familial. He’s described often as ruthless and barbaric, naive and braggish. If you can put up with things like that, I’m sure he would be a fine boyfriend. Similarly enough though, he’s had many women try to court him all at once, and successfully. I can’t promise his loyalty if someone better looking comes along, as no one ever taught him the importance of that. Outside of the constant, lingering fear of replacement, he can have his caring and understanding moments, occasionally bringing you gifts from crusades and sieges on other planets. Maybe his loyalty to the emperor would apply to his lover too, if you tell him what it means to you. His love language is gift giving.

Ferrus Manus : 7/10

Rage is his fatal flaw if we’re being honest. Not towards you, but towards battle. Toward you I imagine he would be more straightforward and honest, though trustworthy and strong willed to make your relationship work. Loyalty will never ever ever be an issue with him, but it seems like he spends more time with war and battle than he does you. He spends time with you when he can, though, and he truly does care. Points off for his temper. He gave his brothers personalized gifts, and i’m sure he would go through many lengths to do the same for you. His love language is gift giving.

Fulgrim: 6/10

He’s constantly trying to be perfect, and he wants whoever he’s with to be perfect too. A lot of the time, it gets to his head. He can be incredibly ignorant quite often, and isn’t very considerate of your feelings. You’re more of an idol to him, a model. You’re human, so he sees you as perfect, something he and his people should strive to be like. Youre idealized, and under rose tinted lenses, this looks a lot like love… Lots of acts of service and gift giving.

Vulkan : 10/10

The only man you will ever need point blank period. He’s patient, he’s empathetic, he’s kind, he’s humane. He’s incredibly easy to love, and he truly is beloved. The Salamanders love you too, sometimes listening to your commands as if they were his. You’re respected as long as you’re under his arm. He wants to understand the way humans feel, especially understand the reason they wrap their arms around each other and sleep with their bodies entwined at night. His love language is physical touch.

Rogal Dorn : 6/10

He’s incredibly loyal, and also incredibly honest, but his seriousness can get in the way sometimes. You love him, very much, but there are times you get into petty arguments and he has to go consult Horus and Sanguinius for advice on what to do. He’s also very reserved at times, a lot like a single dad who’s just doing his best to keep his job and go about his day. Acts of service would be his love language.

Roboute Guilliman : 9/10

Guilliman is a great boyfriend, a great tactician, a great warrior, all of the above. The only reason i’d take a point off is because I believe he may be a little arrogant at times. He believes that his way is the right way, but he’s usually willing to listen to you and your concerns. He’s incredibly intelligent, very sympathetic and understanding of human trials and concerns, and he’s a lot like we are modern times. I think he would look for comfort in a significant other, and his love language is likely acts of service.

Magnus the Red : 3/10

Another man that I don’t recommend being with. He’s more arrogant than Fulgrim. When I said Guilliman believes his way is the right way, Magnus takes it a step up. He thinks he’s ALWAYS right. He cares, and he means well, but he’s way too much to put up with. Highly manipulative and self absorbed, don’t put yourself in that situation. He values knowledge more than he does you.

Sanguinius : 10/10

Besides the fact he’s a vampire, you’re probably the most safe with him. He genuinely cares for you and your well-being, and sleeping next to him at night with his wing draped over you is an absolute dream in a universe plagued by war. His sons may fall to their bloodthirst when they’re on the home ship, and Sanguinius is fast to wrap himself around his human partner and protect them from any and all harm. You hold him through his sorrow every time a mass of humans or his sons lose their lives, and you watch him kneel to offer you his loyalty and unconditional love rather than you offering it to him. He gives both physical touch and words of affirmation.

Lion El’Jonson : 7/10

Of course he has his moments where he can come off as aloof and paranoid, but that’s for the most part only on the battlefield. Outside, he’s incredibly charming and charismatic, but in a noble way. When his paranoia gets to him after an argument, he seeks out Sanguinius and Horus for advice, wanting nothing more to fix your relationship and solve whatever went wrong. He become more secretive as time goes on, but old habits die hard. I believe he’d offer acts of service.

Perturabo : 6/10

He’s incredibly smart, but finds relating to you and your human tendencies incredibly difficult. His moods can shift and change rapidly and violently, but I believe he means you no true harm. He would never hurt you intentionally, often opting to back away and give himself space, sometimes for days. He never returns to you without a mechanically engineered gift, though, one of his design. Alongside a very gentle hug and a conversation about how you care about him, what he loves. You love him, not for his usefulness to the emperor, but for him. His love language is definitely gift giving.

Mortarion : 8/10

He’s very confused as to why you would choose him. He’s disgusting, an abomination, he hated everything from psykers to his oppressors, what did anything matter if he would be left to the mercy of another oppressor anyways? All thoughts he had until he met you. He was cold and hateful to you at first, untrusting, and yet you showed him kindness. You showed him kindness over and over again. For once, it wasn’t just a one time thing. You’re the only thing in this universe who sees him as more than a warlord, more than the embodiment of death itself, so for you he has a soft spot. He hates the idea of having a human curl up next to him, absorbing his warmth and disease alike… and yet you do. You remind him that his touch is not deadly, and he too is capable of humanity. He will be more considerate of his decisions, because for once, something matters. His love language is physical touch, because he’s been deprived for so long, you’re the only one who allows him that piece of humanity.

Lorgar : 5/10

Does he love you? Does he not? No… He needs you… Maybe he just needs space actually.He loves you, he really does, and by god he tries his best, but when you’re as impulsive and indecisive as he is, it’s hard to know sometimes. If you’re okay with it working 50% of the time, maybe more maybe less, I’m sure you’ll be fine. His love language is… uh… well?

Jaghatai Khan : 7/10

Loyal, decently humble, and a relatively peaceful man. Outside of war, he has potential to be great to you. When war is his focus, however. Expect no attention, he’s a fierce warrior and needs to focus on his allegiance to the emperor, that’s what comes first. You follow very closely after, though! He’s quick to praise you for the things you do well and gently remind you of a better course of action when it comes to the things you don’t do too well. Acts of service enjoyer.

Konrad Curze : 2/10

DO NOT DATE THIS MAN. Konrad is a walking red flag. The self loathing, the anger, the angst, the general belief in humanity as a fallacy. He’s also incredibly violent, and may cause you serious harm if you ever managed to anger him. He’s a primarch, and you’re a human. Don’t you dare piss him off. I don’t know why anyone would realistically want that. Please continue to paint him as mean angry babygirl with a soft spot in your fics though. If you think you can fix him, you can’t. The emperor already tried.

Angron : 4/10

Before his conversion to chaos, Angron would’ve been a great boyfriend if we’re being honest. He was kind, compassionate, encouraging. He loved you when you were enslaved beside him, but once he became a primarch and lost everything, his beloved included, he became one of the most ruthless and cruel people out there until he succumbed to Khorne. He doesn’t remember you. His love language was words of affirmation.

Corvus Corax : 4/10

A very melancholic and depressed primarch. He’s very angsty and honestly a major drag to be around. He and Konrad, i feel like, would be better boyfriends to each other than either of them would be to you. Corvus isn’t as violent as Konrad, but he definitely carries on the hatred, the sorrow, and the bitterness. He’s also very sensitive, so expect to be met with either violence or a breakdown if you try to leave. 2 extra points because you may get to keep your life, his love language is words of affirmation, always followed by self deprecation.

Alpharius Omegon : 7/10

He’s they’re a great boyfriend to be honest, though very secretive, and that raises many questions. You don’t know that there are two of them. It’s a secret, not even one that you’re allowed to know the answer to. Alpharius is obviously the more dominant brother, the one who you think has a soft side. He doesn’t. That’s not him, that’s Omegon. Omegon is much more gentle, quiet, and quite honestly a little more touchy. Why? because you make him feel seen. Alpharius is used to the spotlight, so giving him every ounce of your attention feels like the usual, though he still enjoys it very much. Alpharius expresses love through acts of service and gift giving, while Omegon expresses love through words of affirmation and quality time. They make up for everything the other lacks, as long as you don’t know the massive secret they’re keeping from you…

[wolf-tail]

I feel like half of Fulgrim's marriages (at least the ones to women) ended up with this dynamic:

Not only am I a huge sucker for this dynamic, But I just feel like it fits him. He likes dork ass women, nerdy ass girls that do nothing but the dweebiest shit all day. He's like a peacock, he likes to look ✨️💅🌈 fabulous in comparison to his wife, he slays hard enough for the both of them.

You can just sit there in the frumpiest beige clothes you own going on about isopod breeding or whatever obscure hobby you have and he'll be like "wonderful, darling" while thinking about a the ways he's going to ravish you later.

You are his scragly little purse dog that he found on the side of the road and took home with him.

[moodymisty]

Would you be comfortable writing some courting headcanons for the primarchs?? Thank you!!

Author's note: Here you go, they're sort of random but I hope you enjoy them.

Warnings: Fem!Reader for some like Lion’el because of words like Legion Mother, A few very slightly lewd remarks

Fulgrim:

The primarch who out of all has most devoted himself to things like the arts is nothing short of overwhelming, when he first expressed his desire for you. Flowers, paintings, clothing, food, whatever it is you enjoy, all of it gets gifted to you with no small amount of theatrics. Though thankfully, Fulgrim knows when to turn it down a bit, and you can enjoy his company. Even then however he is still very intense, kisses on the hand, the lips, and gentle caresses abound as he woos you with his silver tongue. His legion is also one of the few who at the start know about Fulgrim's intentions, and actually takes it decently well. Far better than other legions, when finding out their Primarch is indulging in romance. You are the socialite, the shining star in a room and the talk of everyone there, and Fulgrim will have it no other way. But as much as he does all this, he finds it cute if you’re shy or nervous about it. Shyness isn’t in his dna, so he finds it very adorable. You often get purfumed, hand written letters when he is away. Fulgrim has quite the way with words, and many of them you’re glad the one who reads them are him and you.

Perturabo:

He might be a petulant manchild at times, but when the mood strikes him Perturabo can be a bit softer. It helps that you're one of the few people he trusts, now that the two of you are so close. Though it may often be more trouble than it's worth, with how often his mood changes. Perturabo can go from lavishing you with Olympian clothes to sulking in his workshop for hours if not days, leaving you to eventually wander down there and find him, and bring him out of his petulant sulk. A gentle hand on his own, asking if he can explain to you what he’s working on tends to help. Perturabo also becomes very possessive of you, not long after he starts courting you. If Dorn, Sanguinius or Lorgar so much as look at you the wrong way, he's more than ready for a fight. He has one person in his life who hasn’t wronged him, who actually respects him, and he isn’t losing that. Those softer moments with him as he speaks of his plans for amphitheaters and bathhouses while you lay in his arms are worth it, however.

Lion’el Jonson:

Lion'el is, complicated. Part of him wonders how he even got here, something as frivolous as romance was never a significant part of his mind. But here he is. He can’t complain, as he’s become so used to you now that often times, his nose wrinkles anytime he’s away and casts sight on an empty bed. He doesn’t say anything about it, however. Part of him laments he isn't able to give you rides on horseback, as he's far outgrown the horses he rode in his younger years. Though he can walk beside you, even if his men think it's demeaning of his position. Is painfully blunt about some things, and extremely obtuse about others. He wishes to marry you? Blunt. You get a military parade dedicated to showing the galaxy the Dark Angels new Legion Mother with no warning. He wishes for you to wear the colors of his legion and match him so when you arrive on Terra everyone knows who you are with? Vague and obtuse, he will grunt about every option until you choose the one he likes.

Rogal Dorn:

As with all parts of his life, he's extremely stoic and at first, you don't think anything's changed. He's the type that listens to the things you talk about, and silently gives them to you. For instance as a newcomer to Inwit it's incredibly cold, but your current dress just doesn't cut it for the harsh wind and un-acclimated body. You find a new one on your bed three days later made perfect and exactly how you like it, but Dorn says nothing about it. Those few late night moments alone when he brings you into his office, and you sit at his desk while he works are some of his favorite. Dorn gets to feel you safe in his arms, and while he’ll never say it out loud, he is overwhelmed in his love for you. Does not tell any of his fellow primarchs about you. The day they realize Dorn has a beloved is a stressful one, they’re all sneaking around trying to get information about you, and Dorn almost has to lock you in his quarters and shoo them all away. Is surprising talkative in written word. His letters or anything else tend to be very long, talking about the ins and outs of his legion, and their current progress. You’ve never heard him talk half that much in person, it’s sweet. Though once in a while those letters can get a bit salacious; And Dorn is nothing if not detailed.

Leman Russ:

This man's declaration that he wanted to court you was as brash and blunt as he is. You're pretty sure he was half way into sleeping with how drunk he was at the time, a massive hand on your shoulder as he smiles with a red face. Granted when he sobered up he was far more, romantic about it. By his standards. He still stunk of mjød, but at least he held your hand. From that moment on however Russ isn't a man shy of showing off, and wastes no opportunity to plop you in his lap and give you a kiss, pick you up off the ground, or say something far too inappropriate for the current locale. Whether it's day two or day two hundred, he finds keeping himself off of you too much trouble. He’s the type to make others turn away with how overt his affection is. Every one of his kisses and hugs feel like he’s treating it as the last one he’ll ever do. Loves when you comb and braid his hair. It takes awhile and he has no patience for it, but he enjoys when you do it.

Ferrus Manus:

As a recurring theme with all of these, Ferrus finds it a bit hard to show how he feels. While he has moments where he cracks a smile, often times he’s largely stoic. As such, he never really asked you to be with him, it was something that simply progressed overtime. He doesn’t invite you into his quarters and his bed if you aren’t his beloved, he assumes it wouldn’t take a genius to figure that out. Late night workshop time is a must. Ferrus can spend days in there with no issue, and oftentimes you have to come and climb into his lap if you want any time with him at all. He doesn’t mind as as long as you’re quiet; Though over time he’s begun to enjoy explaining his plans to you if you aren’t asleep. If you are asleep, sometimes he gets a bit emotional and talks or thinks to himself. He never thought he’d have someone like you when he lived on Medusa, he just needed to survive. Is actually somewhat hesitant when you first are together. Ferrus is well aware of his size (both out and in the bedroom, or any other local where he deems sex a daring and intriguing idea), and often tries to be quite gentle. It took a bit of coaxing to finally treat you like you weren’t made of glass. You get surprise gifts from Fulgrim at times. Some are sweet; Some are… They’re hidden until Ferrus returns from where ever he’s currently away to at the time and you can surprise him.

Horus:

The same as Fulgrim; Excessive and grandiose, but unlike Fulgrim, there's a tad more subtlety to it. But only a tad. Horus still is eager to show off the love of his life (and so much more that he’s kept just in his head shh), but he’s aware that sometimes you require a bit more subtlety. For a primarch, he’s quite the romantic. Though there’s only so much you can do when you have thousands of gene-sons waiting on orders and don’t exactly get why their primarch is holding your tiny hand and helping you walk down the thunderhawk’s ramp. You can do it yourself, they think. He can also be quite a bit grandiose in the theoretical sense. Horus seems to have your entire future together planned, and he’ll speak it to you during very late nights with stars in his eyes. To marry you, to bring you into his legion as the mother of his gene-sons, to give you your own child one day. He’s more than a bit overwhelming, but it helps he’s so charismatic.

Angron:

I... I hope you're patient. Angron isn’t one that is fond of things like romance. For multiple reasons. One being that it brings him pain because of the Nails, and the other being that in many ways, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it. He’s a slave, he’s a monster, he’s a man who failed his people, men like him don’t get to have someone like you. But you stay anyways despite the fear of him loosing control of the Nails, and eventually Angron supposes that there’s more annoying people to have around. He’s far more applicable to this in his early days. The Nails haven’t degraded his mental state yet, and his legion is still fresh faced and eager to prove their worth. If Angron accepts you, they will as well then. The downside is that many of the primarchs worry about Angron’s relationship and subsequent attachment to you, and the danger it brings. Some for your safety, but mostly for the fact that now that Angron is so deeply attached, if something were to happen to you it would well be within the possibility that Angron would completely loose control of the Nails, and become an unstoppable threat that would have to be put down. On the other hand, it seems that you can calm him down a bit, as much as the Nails will allow, something that not many are able to do. A double edged sword, your love is to him. Often times you have to restrain him during anything, strenuous. It’s for your own safety, though it seems like Angron doesn’t hate it either.

Roboute Guilliman:

The most traditional out of them all. He follows the 'rules' so strictly you have wonder if he's following some sort of manuscript. Your relationship progresses at a very methodical pace, which is a bit odd but you find it oddly sweet he puts so much thought into it. He does little more than hold your hand, kisses and anything heavier are strictly private; If it wasn't for the longing, puppy dog look in his eyes, no one would guess you two were anything more. He's not overt about it like Horus or Fulgrim, but you are still absolutely smothered in gifts. From jewelry to clothing to weird purfumes he's been gifted by high lords attempting to earn his favor through you (Guilliman has made it very obvious that he's not the type to be swayed by gifts but they hope you are and will put in a good word with your beloved), you quickly find yourself constantly or the receiving end of some sort of lavish gift. Roboute is very much in love, it's just hard for him to admit it. As you come to understand his own little love language is the day he's a very happy man. On a bonus note: It is very easy to get this man to completely melt for you. If it’s been a stressful time for him and he’s stressed, giving him a bit of a hand will make him a bit bashful, but overwhelmingly thankful.

Sanguinus:

As kind as he is beautiful, Sanguinius is one of the more heartfelt ones around. Romance abound, the angel and you are the textbook example of star crossed lovers the moment he proposes courtship to you. It almost makes some of the primarchs jealous at how incredibly perfect your love for each other is, like your feet don’t touch the ground He loves to pick you up and give you a hug or a kiss, wrapping you in his wings. He always says it's just so you feel safer, but he also likes the bit of privacy, hiding you from the worlds in his arms. You also enjoy playing with his wings when you’re in private, as they’re quite sensitive. A side note; He thinks it's cute that you use his fallen feathers as bookmarks and quills, and he now gifts you a few of his fallen primary feathers every now and again for you to use. You’ll know about the Red Thirst eventually when you’re with him. Sanguinius won’t ever ask for assistance, but if you were to offer a bit of blood? He’s incredibly careful, but the blood of his lover is nothing short of ambrosia and he will dutifully treat you afterward for sating his appetite.

Jaghatai Khan:

As one of the more reasonable primarchs, Jaghatai is a steal to have as your lover. He’s personable and kind, and funny to boot. He enjoys making you laugh, something his sons have picked up on. Sometimes they’ll tease you (or more likely unsuspecting commissars) when you’re in their company. If he's not able to hold your hand, he'll have a hand on your shoulder or back, always close to you whenever you're both together. He’s extremely dedicated to Chogoris, and it’s incredibly important to him that you adopt some of the culture he grew up in. You don’t have to, but it would make Jagahatai an extremely proud man if you attempted to understand Chogoran. He’s also private; His fellow primarchs don’t even know of your existence let alone close relation to him until you’re well into your romance, and Jaghatai has thoughts for no one else but you.

Konrad Curze:

Konrad’s romance is as toxic as he is. But at the same time, it’s like a drug you can’t get enough of. Because you’re fucking terrified of him, but the man is obsessed with you. Not many of the other primarchs understand the soul crushing, teeth grinding obsession Konrad has for you. He’s willing to fall to his knees and submit to you as long as you tell him you love him, and that he's worth more alive. But if you tell him you don’t?… You don’t want to tell him you don’t. Konrad is painful. He holds your hand too tight, kisses you too rough, bites you too hard. He doesn’t mean it, you don’t think at least some of the time, but he’s so caught in this obsession with someone trying to save him that his martyr complex melts away for a bit and he’s this self-loathing, sad excuse of a man. You almost pity him as much as you love him. Making him happy has become an arduous journey for you. Is the exact opposite of the others in wanting to show you off. You’re hidden for ages, until the primarchs realize Konrad has someone at his side. They worry, but they know separating him from you would cause more harm than good, and you keep Konrad’s emotions a bit more in check. And in the eyes of a few individuals, your safety serves as a good threat to keep Konrad and his unhinged legion on a leash and working towards a desired goal. A note; Konrad is surprisingly selfless in regard to more intimate matters. And he likes to bite. Your thighs don’t get much reprieve from him.

Vulkan:

Sweet as sugar, no one is as good at a proper declaration of love or desire to romance like Vulkan is. No matter how much it breaks his back he’ll always hold your hand, give you a kiss, or pick you up to bring you with him across the Flamewrought or the Terran palace. Besides perhaps Sanguinius and Lorgar, no one is as star-crossed in love with you as Vulkan is.

He’ll do anything for you, if you just ask. He often paraphrases that he would shield you from any threat, but sometimes you fear he’d do it literally. Less seriously he loves to gift you various things, your favorite being a necklace. You never thought he’d be able to work at such a small level, but Vulkan is nothing if not skilled. He got quite the reward the evening he gifted it to you.

Is one of the quicker ones to get serious. Talks of marrying you, writing you down in the history of his legion as their Legion Mother, Vulkan is quite eager to tie himself to you, and you to him.

Corvus Corax:

Corvus is private, and also quite slow to trust. Even slower to admit he likes someone, let alone enough to express that he’s in love with them. Many moments with him are often spent in his private quarters or somewhere else alone, where only you have eyes on him.

Is one of the few primarchs conscious of the fact that he isn’t really meant to exist, and that he’s forcing it by being with you. Your body often bruises and aches if he isn’t careful with you, and it secretly pains him that the one person he loves is so easy for him to hurt. Finding out about this feeling he has swiftly turns you into a mess of reassurances that quickly overwhelm poor Corvus, and while he still feels it at times, he appreciate you trying to soothe him.

Loves to write you letters. He feels like it means more to put the effort into handwriting, and when you send him one back, it’s like he can feel your touch on the paper. One time you left a lipstick kiss on the parchment and the man was insufferable that evening from how pent up he was, unbeknownst to you millions of miles away. You paid for that transgression dearly one he returned.

Lorgar Aurelian:

Lorgar is yet another primarch who is sweet as sugar. He also has quite the way with words, though unlike Horus and Fulgrim, it isn’t intentional. He’s just very passionate and verbose. Is also very touchy. Loves to pick you up and kiss you, show you off to others. He’s so stupidly in love and everyone around him is almost annoyed by it. He just loves his tiny little goddess so much, you bring him light he didn’t know he needed. Lorgar is also very affected by his religious trauma. His self flagellation both emotional and literal has always been an issue. You’ve had nights where you’ve put ice on his back after he whipped himself bloody, crying over his wounds. If it isn’t bad he encourages you to not weep over him, and if it’s worse he often times is beating himself up over worrying you. Being with him is stressful emotionally, to say the least. In another path, he often time beats himself up over the idea of corrupting you with sinful thoughts. Though that doesn’t really stop him, especially if he comes to his quarters one evening seeing you wearing all white draped across his bed. Lorgar will sin alright, but he does it while speaking prayers to save his own soul as he worships you. He’s one of the quickest Primarchs to want to marry you, to make you his own and to bring you closer and closer to his side.

Mortarion:

Mortarion isn’t an easy one to love. He doesn’t really consider the emotion valuable until one day he suddenly realizes that you mean something to him, more than just another baseline human does. Like Ferrus in that he never does the official courtship nonsense, and just upgrades your relationship in his head overtime. Someone who isn’t his lover doesn’t spend hours in the Pale King’s study watching him work, keeping one of his hands in their lap while he uses the other. Is a bit of a pushover in some ways, and takes his self loathing a bit too far sometimes. You’ve learned that sometimes he needs you to kiss him and tell him you love him more than anything else, to get him to stop sulking. Everyone is extremely surprised he found sometime. Let alone someone so personable. Fulgrim jokes that Mortarion should just send you instead of himself to Terra when the primarchs meet up to discuss things, as you’re easier to deal with. Mortarion hates when things like that are said, and he’ll hide you from the world obsessively for awhile after. He loves you, but sometimes for him love and possess get intertwined in his head when he thinks for you.

Magnus the Red:

Isn’t the worst beloved to have, but he has his quirks. He can be a bit stuffy at times, and often times forgets that relationships needs nurturing to grow. Magnus often times gets stuck in his own head and forgets everyone around him, including you. Loves to show off his warp magic to you, especially if you show literally any interest at all. He’s so used to everyone fearing it, fearing him, hating psykers no matter what, that any interest by you gives him hearts in his eyes. You’ll be up all night listening to him read you tomes. Which you don’t mind, it often helps you fall asleep. Since Magnus can change his size, he knows exactly how to make your squirm. You know you’re in for a wild ride when your beloved becomes bigger than Ferrus and starts taking off his armor.

AlphariusOmegon:

The twins are complicated. Given the primarchs consider you only Alpharius’ beloved, you spend more time with him than Omegon. As such, sometimes Omegon can get a bit possessive whenever you two are together. You don’t entirely blame Omegon for it; His other half is the one holding your hand and showing you off, joking about marrying you to his fellow primarchs. As such, those topics tend to be a minefield in your weird little relationship. They often use you to get information about the other Primarchs. It seems your smaller stature makes them almost seem like you're less of a threat, and get a bit more talkative around you than they are around whatever twin is currently frontfacing. You hate when they ask this of you, but you have no power to refuse them. As the twins are extremely meticulous and through, they've been careful to not show anyone how in love with you they really are. If they how just how much Alpharius loves you, it would be easy for you to be used against them. So affection is limited, and they put up an aura that you're not much more than an arm piece when in view of others. They eagerly make sure to show you this isn't the case in private, however.

[ms--lobotomy]

Are y'all down for some heresy?

NSFW under the cut. Don't say I didn't warn you.

LION EL'JONSON - "Stay quiet," he grumbled. He pushed you against the wall and kicked your legs apart before tearing off what garments you were wearing. You wanted to open your mouth, but a large hand pressed against it, almost obfuscating your entire face. He unzipped his leather trousers with the other hand, only pulling them down far enough to reveal himself to you. He didn’t prepare himself before he went in, and it hurt. His hands moves towards your wrists, and he held you up against the cold wall as he went in deeper, and deeper. You relaxed into his grip and kept your lips sealed until you couldn’t, and the moan that escaped you was nothing short of content.

??? - SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FULGRIM - Intricate knots kept you suspended in the air as he ran his hand along your collarbone. You wanted to cry out, to beg him, to scream that he should get on with it. But there was a gag in your mouth, impeding your speech. His hand ran lower, down to your breast. He hovered slightly above it, a smirk dusting his face before he squeezed your nipple and you let out a little whimper. His hands trailed lower and lower before he reached between your legs, sticking a finger in. You couldn’t make any comprehensible sounds with that gag in your mouth, but he still knew that you were finally enjoying yourself.

PERTURABO - You were situated atop him, with his hands on your waist. You needed a little bit of help moving up and down. He was difficult to straddle as he was twice your size, but you made it work. He moved you up and down on him, stretching you out. Between the little noises that you made, you managed to eek out a few words. "Oh, you're doing wonderfully." He froze, holding you down on him. Maybe it was the almost pleading expression on your face that did it, or the words themselves. Either way, you saw his expression soften for just a moment before you felt him slam you onto himself, hard.

JAGHATAI KHAN - You hadn’t had the idea to stop until your clothes were cast to the side of the bike and you were sitting on his lap, facing him. You looked up at him as he brought you down upon him. You let out a quiet whimper and felt your face go warm. “Let it out,” he told you softly. It took you a few seconds to do so as he raised you up and down on him. Your hands trailed to his chest as he started to go faster. And faster. You were practically howling by the time he was done with you, finishing inside of you. You felt something wet and sticky dribble down your leg. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said, picking you up and putting you back down before he went to grab something to clean you off.

LEMAN RUSS - Your face went warm when you saw his sons staring at you, leering at you. You still pulled your shirt over your head, and you didn’t say anything as he grabbed you by the shoulders and pinned you down, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. One hand roamed down your body, the other pushed your legs apart. You looked to the side, towards his sons. They were talking amongst themselves, and more importantly, staring at you. As Leman put a finger between your legs, you let out a delicate moan. You knew it was going to be a long night.

ROGAL DORN - He had you right where he wanted you, tied down to his bed with a toy between your legs. He watched as you squirmed and writhed as you had been doing for the past couple of hours, unable to turn the device off. You moaned, looking up at him. He was looking at you as warmly as a man like him could, his expression soft and loving. He made his way over to you, kneeling over you. He put a large hand to your cheek, and you leaned into it as you climaxed yet again, loud and hard. He chuckled. "You're beautiful when you climax."

KONRAD CURZE - His fingers dug into your legs, breaking your delicate skin. He was coarse and rough and he threatened to snap your body in half. Blood lightly glazed his fingers as he slammed himself into you, with no care to how you may be feeling. A ravenous grin graced his face. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you gently called out his name. His grip moved up to your arms, just above your hands, and it once again drew blood. You looked up at him, barely able to keep your eyes open. "Please," you begged, as he started to go faster inside of you. He grunted something in his native Nostraman as he finished inside you, burying his face in your neck.

SANGUINIUS - You tried running and you tried hiding, but when the Brightest One wanted you, he wanted you. He’d excused himself from his previous calling and roamed the ship looking for you until he had you exactly where he wanted you. He’d pinned you to the wall, ripping off your clothes with a wild desire in his eyes before he sank his teeth into your neck. You winced as he siphoned blood from you, and you gently clutched the back of his head. You ran your fingers through his hair as he planted kisses lower and lower on you, using his teeth. You knew it was going to leave a mark, but you didn’t struggle against him as he made his way between your legs.

FERRUS MANUS - He pinned you to the wall as if you were an object with one hand and planted his other right on your throat. His metallic hands were cold and slippery against your skin. He tapped his fingers against your neck, teasing you, before he grasped your neck and air became nothing less than a privilege to you. You gasped for air, but nothing came through your windpipes. “Winded?” he asked, blood rushing to your face. Your hands instinctively grappled for his, but you didn’t want to choke out your safe word. Not yet. Before you lost consciousness, though, he let go of you. You collapsed to the floor and gasped for air, clutching your chest. He grabbed your jaw and tilted your head up to look at him. “You’re cute when you’re winded.”

??? - I think they need to check my apartment for a gas leak.

ANGRON - Here he is, the Red Angel, restrained before you. You felt his face. It was warm. "You're going to be okay," you cooed, planting a kiss on his scarred lips. You took out some lube, and rubbed it on him. He throbbed in your hands. You saw his face scrunched up in pleasure before he let out a moan, low and guttural. You paused to plant another kiss on his lips before you went back to him. He writhed in the intricate ropework you had done on him, but nothing broke. "You're doing so well," you said. He grunted in response. Before long, you'd finished him, and the noise that he let out was nothing less than beautiful.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN - Before you even had time to think about it, he’d cast his paperwork aside, stripped your clothes off and spread you out over his desk like a delicacy. He slid a finger over the area between your legs, and you could see a slightly devious smile cross his face before he stuck it in. You let out a yelp and clung to the sides of his desk before he put his other finger to your lips. “Ssh,” he said. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, right?” he asked, pushing his finger all the way up. Your face scrunched up as he went up and down inside you. A few times you got close to revealing your whereabouts, but you managed to reel it in.

MORTARION - Not many people got to see the Pale King’s lab, but you were one of the lucky few. You rubbed up against him, time and time again. You did this until he pushed his materials aside, set you on the counter, and pulled your clothes off. He pulled his mask down and put his mouth on yours, sliding himself in. He trailed kisses down you, stopping briefly at your nipple, before he spread your legs open. "You did this to yourself," he murmured, before he put his tongue between your legs and you let out a loud moan. You knew that you were going to be here for a long time.

MAGNUS THE RED - Here you were, bound via warp magic (for lack of a better term), Magnus in front of you. You shivered, bare as you ever were, and he grabbed your hands before he kissed you, rubbing himself on you. He was only slightly larger than the average human now, able to comfortably fit inside of you once the time would come. You let out a little moan, and he chuckled at you. "Sensitive?" he asked, before sliding into you. Your fingers interlocked with his, and you threw your head back in pleasure. He chuckled. "Look at me," he said, grabbing your chin and tilting it down to look at him.

HORUS - You cried out, in pleasure and in pain. He'd pried your legs open as if it were nothing and forced himself in, not even bothering to prepare you for the experience. And here he was now, looming over you, smile cocky as ever. You swear the two of you were going at it for hours, his breath hot on your neck and his hands effortlessly pinning you to the bed, until he suddenly slowed down. He shoved himself in you once, then twice, then three times. You looked up at him with wide eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, but he spoke first. “You’re going to make a great mother.”

LORGAR - He wanted to fuck his problems away, release all of his frustrations onto you, but he simply couldn’t. You were already whimpering underneath him, tears gathering in your eyes, and he was being as gentle as he could be. His hand grazed the side of your face, and you leaned into it. A tear fell from your eye. “You’re taking it so well, my love,” he cooed, wiping your tear away. “If only you could see how gorgeous you look.” Your face went warm, and you turned your gaze to the side. With one hand, he turned your head back towards him. “Look at me,” he said. “Let me watch you come undone.”

VULKAN - You looked up at him, your face scrunched up as he struggled to fit it in. Your hands were intertwined, his massive hands engulfing yours. You whimpered and moaned as he slowly slid in, pressing hard against your walls. He leaned down, his lips grazing your ear. “Good girl,” he said. “Just a little more, okay?” You gulped, and you nodded as he pressed into you. He pressed a kiss to your neck as he pulled himself out. It was much easier for him to put himself in you this second time, stretched out on him. You looked down at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

CORVUS CORAX - He sat next to you, staying close by your side. Your skirt was shorter than usual this meeting, and you had “neglected” to put on underwear. As he talked, he slid a finger between your legs, and started to make a motion as if he were beckoning someone over. You tried not to make a face as you looked at everyone else at the meeting. Nobody was looking at you particularly funnily. As he stopped speaking, he slid another finger in. You looked up at him, and there was a slightly bemused smile on his face. Your face went warm as he stuck another finger in.

ALPHARIUS - There were lookalikes all over you, touching you, inside you. You could barely handle the one in your mouth, but there was one in each hand, one in your chest and one between your legs, buried to the hilt. And when he had spilled himself inside you, leaving that mark that you belonged to the Alpha Legion, another took his place. Your hands began to tire, though, and your eyes began to droop. You looked up, as much as you could. The one in your mouth took himself out, and cupped your face. "Tired yet?"

[sirenscriptures]

primarchs + fantasies

summary: basically just a ramble thirst post because i want to drag 30k/40k into my already mess of a blog. i’m still figuring out certain pieces of characterization/lore so be patient with me here <3 i am suffering this brainrot and dragging you down with me!

warnings/notes: nsfw themes (18+ only), fem-bodied depicted reader, mentions/depictions of exhibitionism, of course size difference, hints of breeding kinks, slight mention of blood drawing, bondage/rope play. (these are partial fantasies i think they’d have but also they are genuinely so touch starved i think even the slightest form of physical intimacy could make them combust. in a good way.)

featuring: lion el’jonson, fulgrim, leman russ, magnus, sanguinius, mortarion, and horus lupercal (pre-heresy)

lion el’jonson

look, if there’s one thing each of the primarchs could use in some way, it’s a fucking break. lion is definitely one of those primarchs. the man has always been on high alert, and has never truly known how to relax. that is, until he bonded with you.

the fact he’s found himself so close to you is quite a milestone of sorts. being a primarch of many secrets, you can assert that he isn’t someone who trusts easily. he doesn't let many others know what his deeper thoughts contain, not even some of his own blood.

however, it’s almost like he’s a different person in your presence. when he’s with you, he feels a profound sense of peace, like he can shut his mind off from his usual stressors and worries. especially during your alone time.

but it’s when he’s completely alone (a rare occurrence) that his thoughts tend to wander more than usual. it isn’t a total shock in the slightest when all he can think about is you. but when his thoughts are crowded with curiosities of what sounds you’d make while on top of him and how you’d feel wrapped around him…yeah it gets a little concerning to someone of his stature.

the thoughts of you like this start small…then they bloom into much more , to the point where if he even looks your direction when in this state of mind he’s a stuttering, flustered mess. a completely rare state for a primarch to be caught in, yet here we are.

so, it’s safe to say that while lion isn’t one to deeply “fantasize” like some of his brothers might, his intrusive thoughts about you certainly have a habit of spiraling and he has to physically slap himself to snap out of it.

fulgrim

in terms of fantasies, where do we even start with fulgrim? ever since you let him get close to you, whether that be on a personal or physical level, it was like opening pandora’s box. when you get him started, there is no going back.

it doesn’t have to be much to get him started with you. just your beauty alone and seeing you smile at him could get his dirtier thoughts racing. (horny bastard <3)

the fact that you were totally oblivious for a while of the power you held over him was amusing at times. though he was much bigger than you, he often thought about what you would do if he let you take the reins over him.

even just the thought of your soft hands running over his bare body could make him shiver. he could picture perfectly how beautiful you’d look if he had you on top of him. but he could also picture how beautiful you’d look if he had you in front of a mirror.

the way your delicate frame would lean against his chest as he fucked into you, massive hands roaming all about your perfect body…

most of the time he has to stop himself from thinking any further, for just the thoughts alone aren’t enough. maybe he’ll show you what he means when you’re alone with him in his chambers.

leman russ

if you want to delve into literal ferality, it is absolutely leman’s brain. and his actions, of course. so it isn’t far fetched to say his fantasies about you are in the same realm as his normal thought processes.

now, just because he is one of the more “feral” primarchs doesn’t mean he lacks complete restraint. but when it comes to you, let’s just say his restraint goes a bit…out the window if you know what i mean.

when his mind does wander and you’re not around, he tends to imagine showing you off. exhibiting how well he can pleasure you and how good you look while he does it to you. he doesn’t mind those of his legion seeing him with you like this, and even when you two are alone during these moments, he almost wants someone to see.

he would love to display the way he makes you whimper and squirm around him while rutting into you. though, he won’t let anyone get the wrong idea. you’re his, and he won’t let you forget that in the slightest.

but that’s not even half of what he’d like to do to you. and you can tell so blatantly in the way he teases you, unashamed of who’s around when he makes his usual remarks. but at the same time, he does it all out of love. he knows how annoyed you get from him pushing your buttons all the time, but he can tell you wouldn’t change it for anything.

magnus the red

for someone who sees most physical intimacy as a “waste of time” like a few of his other brothers, he certainly doesn’t stick to that thought process when it's you he's thinking about.

with magnus being as knowledgeable as he is, it genuinely frustrates him when he can’t figure out at first why he feels this way about someone like you. yet the more time he spends around you, and the more you show how open you are to learning from him and that you actually listen to him, the more these feelings start to increase.

in a strange way, he feels comforted by you. though when he’s closer to you than usual, these feelings of comfort seem to…deepen into more than he first expected.

even though he can’t pinpoint it at first, he finds that every time he’s away from you, the want for your presence grows within him like some sort of hunger. yet, it’s now laced with the craving to feel your touch.

his mind is generous in being able to envision you beneath him, body trembling with arousal as his touch travels your bare skin, admiring and caressing every inch of you. all of his senses are ablaze; the craving for your touch, voice, scent, everything becoming too much for even someone of his stature to endure.

shaking away these thoughts is much more of a challenge than magnus would first anticipate. but now that he’s come to this self discovery, he doesn’t want to waste anymore time merely thinking about it.

sanguinius

while sanguinius is the more compassionate of the primarchs when it comes to overall personality, don’t let that fool you. when this man gets down, he’s an absolute freak.

on a serious note, the one thing sanguinius loves is spoiling you, on all levels, of course. but he just has a little bit of extra fun when he gets to do it to you physically. he does love when you return the favor, but if he’s being completely honest he likes it more when he gets to please you.

when he’s with you in an ordinary setting, he doesn’t let his more “sinful” thoughts take over. out of many of his siblings, he is certainly one of the most restrained and can control himself when it comes to feelings such as these. one of the lucky ones, he supposes.

but despite being able to hide it, you do make it quite difficult at times. it can be anything that triggers that burning within him—the way you unsuspectingly bat your eyelashes when you stare at him, or when you look so bashful when he greets you with a kiss on your hand. or even when you accidentally brush up against one of his wings. and you aren’t even aware you do so much to him physically…

yet there’s not much that gets him going quite like the thought of driving you absolutely mad with pleasure (much like fulgrim if we’re being honest here). whether it’s the thought of how you’d react to his head in between your thighs until your legs tremble uncontrollably, or how pretty you’d sound when he drains just the slightest bit of blood from your tender neck…

sometimes he’s left heavy-breathed at the thought, and you’re not even in the same room as him. if only you were aware of the effects you had on him. though, something inside sanguinius felt as though it wouldn’t be a mystery for much longer.

mortarion

believe it or not, mortarion is not a total stranger to these kinds of thoughts. though, it’s much more intensified since you’re the only person he’s had these thoughts about.

with mortarion being one of the more distant and reserved of his brothers, his sex drive is one of those things he’s never had to deal with since he’s never felt this way about anyone else before. so it’s no surprise how easily pent up he can become.

even just the slightest things you do can get him electrified, and the poor, touch and affection-starved soul doesn’t even fully understand why. the way you smiled at him with genuine fondness from a distance the other day? he’s still thinking about it for weeks. the way your hand gently brushed against his face by mistake? still has him reeling even when he’s in your presence.

the way his thoughts of you overwhelm him is far from easy to deal with, and you immediately notice the way his behavior changes in response to these newer sensations.

it’s so much worse when he’s away from you for long periods of time, though. his mind is racing with everything from how beautiful you would look tied up in various positions; the imprints of rope staining your soft skin, to what sweet sounds he could get you to make in response to his mouth in between your legs.

his poor legionaries when they have to deal with him in this state…he’s so helplessly tuned out from everything and they have not a clue what’s going on with their primarch. but he won’t have to worry much longer, for he’ll be venting his sexual frustrations out on you when you’re both reunited.

horus lupercal (pre-heresy)

honestly, what doesn’t horus think about when he’s thinking about you? not many people can make his mind wander to even the most dangerous of places like you can. while he isn’t sure how this all started, he is far from complaining. honestly, what doesn’t horus think about when he’s thinking about you? not many people can make his mind wander to even the most dangerous of places like you can. while he isn’t sure how this all started, he is far from complaining.

the way he is around you is his usual self, but his thoughts about you aren’t restrained in the slightest. you’re so captivating, and while he wants to hang on every word you say to him, he can’t help but fantasize in the process.

horus doesn’t expect you to have a very strong effect on him at first, yet he’s proved wrong very quickly when he’s away from you. when he’s finally alone is when it hits him.

he thinks about how much he’d love it if he had you all to himself. he could imagine spoiling you in every way imaginable, but especially physically. he could imagine all the noises he could cause you to make, and all of the sensations he could make you feel. but most of all, he could imagine breeding you—filling you up with his seed to where you know that you’re his.

from there, you’re the cause of all of horus’ sleepless nights until he gets to see you again…

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Conversations on Love

Summary: You catch Fulgrim's attention and you both start talking about perfection.

Fulgrim/fem!Reader

Warnings: light angst and obsession

Word count: 1614

Author's note: he's so delulu, love him

Song: Depeche Mode - World in my eyes

You were one of many remembrancers who had benefited from Fulgrim's favor. A talented individual with a unique style. And yet there were many such talented people on the Emperor's Pride. Each one was determined to prove themselves and meet the Phoenician. How did you manage to do this?

Probably because you did not seek to meet him.

The Pride of Emperor kept a strict record of remembrancers. Not one of you sat idle. All your achievements were known to the leadership. Not to mention the desire to visit this or that hall. Or requests to meet Fulgrim. Of course, all the remembrancers expressed a desire to meet the primarch.

But not you. And in truth, you were surprised by this outcome. And in some ways, you even envied your colleagues. They are not afraid to take steps and are ready to try their luck in their endeavors. You did not consider yourself important enough to personally meet the primarch. Not to mention that you didn't want to distract him.

Besides, you are the remembrancer of the 28th expedition first and foremost. You must record the greatness of the entire Legion. The Space Marines, the soldiers, even the serfs. Each of them contributed to the Crusade. You were just finishing writing about the workers when you were scheduled to meet with the Primarch himself.

You did not feel any deep joy. Rather, a feeling of anxiety and tension. Lord Fulgrim was in the middle of cleaning Laeran. And you were sure that despite the Space Marines' assurances about the ease of the operation, it must have been difficult. But still, the Primarch decided to make time for you.

Perhaps to look into the eyes of a girl who decided that records of the work of cleaners were more important than an opus about the Phoenician. Right now, he was reading your notes. With an incredibly noble and refined, but still cold face. Only a raised eyebrow betrayed his surprise at your choice of topic.

“It’s a rather unusual topic, but I must admit your talent. However,” the man carefully places your notes on the table. You were one of the few remembrancers who still preferred paper. “You can use your skills in another field. Why don’t you write about the exploits of my sons?”

“Thank you for this honour. And yet,” you swallow, rubbing yourself under the beautiful violet gaze. “I’m sure other remembrancers can do a better job than I can. I’m much better at writing about simple, yet important, topics. The serfs make a huge contribution to the expedition. So do the Space Marines… Especially the Emperor’s Children! B-but…”

“But?”

Oh Terra, are you really going to refuse the Primarch? He will laugh at your choice. He probably already despises you, and you will soon be returning to your home world. But since you’ve already started, there is no point in stopping. If you’re going to disgrace yourself, then go all the way.

“I’m a little afraid of war. N-no, I’m downright afraid of it. Bloodshed and all that cruelty are not for me.” you swallow, fiddling with your hands. “I prefer to write about peace. A-and so I joined your expedition, my lord. To show the Legion not only from the point of view known to all. But other sides as well…”

You don’t know what to do with yourself. It would be easier to fall into the ground. However, looking at the primarch, it seems to you that you would rather soar. He was smiling. Not the charming noble smile that he usually gave to mortals. Not the mocking and evil one that you were afraid to see. No, it was a calm and peaceful smile… filled with sadness.

“Peace, that is what we strive for. However, we cannot achieve it without war.” - the man leans back in his chair, relaxing from talking to you. The high spirits suddenly evaporated and you wonder. Are you talking to the primarch or his double. Or is this the real Fulgrim. - “I realized that back on Chemos.”

“Your home world?”

“Yes. Now it is a fragrant land, full of abundance and beauty. But before it was a desert, where every worker was exhausted from labor. A world where parents abandoned their children too early.” - the man speaks more and more quietly, immersed in memories. You can't help but admire this spectacle.

“It was necessary to wage wars to unite Chemos. I am a warrior and strive for perfection in this art. However, I was not delighted to spill the blood of the human race. But sometimes it was necessary. Fortunately, there were other ways. Trading resources, providing protection, political marriages-”

Your mouth falls open in surprise and Fulgrim falls silent. Chuckling at your astonished look, the man smiles. For a moment, you again see the same perfect primarch that millions see.

“Surprised? Yes, I have been married several times. A very effective way to unite cities.”

“Oh. I would never have guessed. Where are -” You pull yourself back, realizing how many years have passed since the Primarch was found.

A feeling of sadness and tenderness grows in your chest. You are just a mortal girl, you should silently assent. But you cannot shake the thought that the Primarch turned out to be much more human than you thought.

“Do you miss them?”

The man smiles, almost patronizingly. His posture and voice are relaxed. But you see how his eyes turn into ice. Usually people close themselves off from their pain, just not to feel it again. But Fulgrim is not an ordinary man, he is a Primarch. Isn’t he?

“You could say that. But human life is too short, and I, the Emperor’s son. Must bring the light of enlightenment to all corners of the Galaxy. I cannot… think about the past.” - the Primarch shrugs. - “Besides, love is imperfect, and I”

“I disagree.”

Fulgrim is silent. His violet eyes are filled with a storm of emotions. Anger and resentment that you dared to contradict him, to disagree. And interest from something new.

The Primarch is perfect, he was created by the Emperor of Mankind himself. The greatest creation of science. People like him know better what is needed for mortals. They understand the world as it should be and cannot be wrong.

And yet you did not agree with him.

“I think love is beautiful and it is what continues to move us forward.” - you are embarrassed by your confidence and lower your eyes to the floor. - “Parents and children, siblings and friends support us. We change for the better for their sake and want to make the world happy for their sake.”

Your cheeks warm and you say shyly to yourself. “And romantic love is wonderful. So much of art is dedicated to this side of humanity.” You almost tremble when you dare to look at the Primarch again. “Without love, there would be no humanity.”

You would be lying if you said that time stood still. Like many mortals, your breath was taken away by the sight of the Primarch. But still, you managed to collect your feelings while sitting in his chambers. Now you dared to communicate with him as an equal. You should have felt shame or fear, nervousness.

But instead, a clear certainty settled in your soul like a warm flame. You were right, you did not doubt. Love is an incredible feeling that could not be denied or pretended not to exist. And you would even dare to call it true perfection.

“An interesting observation.” - the man looks at you carefully and you cannot help but notice how much the atmosphere in the room has changed. But it was too difficult for you to grasp what this feeling was. - “I will take it into account. You may go.”

***

You nod, confused by the whole conversation, and quickly leave the chamber. Leaving the man alone with his dark thoughts. Which he desperately wanted to suppress, to master his feelings.

He was a primarch. Above any mortal. And this was not bragging, but a simple fact. Fulgrim was obliged to lead humanity to the stars. To bring knowledge and art to the forgotten corners of the galaxy, to win every battle. To know perfection.

He was irritated by your unwillingness to submit to his will and to know the true nature of things. He could blame it all on the mortal mind. He could come to terms with the fact that you are not ready to understand the universe. But Fulgrim would be a liar if he said that he did not think about your words.

The man's gaze involuntarily touches the busts of his adoptive parents. They loved each other, did they not? Tullea and Corrin were enchanted by the Primarch and yet… it was their love for each other that turned them all into a family. They painted the dark world of Chemos with their feelings while Fulgrim was still a child.

He did not love them, but he pitied them. As he did his wives. It is an imperfect feeling that the Primarch was forced to give up. His path lies among the stars to glory and victory. So why can't he get your image out of his head? Is your faith in love so strong that it could shake his foundations? Nonsense. An imperfect creature, that's what you are.

And yet the Primarch makes another appointment, ignoring a strange premonition. A moment of weakness, nothing more. Fulgrim is still far from perfect. And talking with you should help the Primarch transform this burning impulse that torments his heart. In the end, he is above it.

[anoliverbranch]

I hope u like this

[lxvvie]

Being in a relationship with Fulgrim would consist of:

How did you two begin? Fulgrim called dibs on you and that was that. He put on the charm in doing so.

Having a hate-hate love-hate relationship with the Emperor's Children. Depending on the person in question, the issue can be quite superficial.

Your arguments or conversations also being somewhat superficial or... surprisingly philosophical depending on the topic.

Adopting some of Fulgrim's... Fulgrimness. Much to your chagrin. At times. You think.

Being pampered, the likes of which you've probably never been before to the point that it's THISCLOSE to becoming a gilded cage.

Fulgrim insisting on introducing you to much more... palatable forms of the arts than what you're used to.

Additionally, Fulgrim getting rid of your old wardrobe and replacing it with clothes "deserving of one of the Emperor's own".

Being his muse. You've lost count of the number of times you've had to pose for him as he painted or sketched you.

Primping sessions. That's it.

Gossip sessions. That's also it.

Remember the gilded cage mention? Fulgrim for all his braggadocio is rather possessive protective of you.

Fulgrim... not introducing you to all of his brothers. Sure, he may talk about them ever so often but the only one you've truly gotten acquainted with was Ferrus Manus and even that meeting didn't last long.

Him absolutely refusing to put you even a planet's distance to Konrad Curze.

Having the distinction of being one of the few of the Primarch's consorts to even be in the vicinity of the Emperor.

[mydazepirate]

Was seeing this meme then got this brilliant idea

What if we got reincarnated as a chaos undivided daemon and now we have become:

The local therapist

Like one day we where in one of Abby warbands talking with a nurgle astartes and he started to vent and we ended up giving him some life advice,next thing you know is a daemonette seeking advice for her love life and a berserker telling us about his anger management issues.

Then Something lead to another and know we have our time spent between the primarchs:

Hearing pertorabo bitching about life in general but we are too afraid to speak up and tell him to stop

Having tea time with Magnus because he genuinely appreciate our presence and time together

Somehow running into leman Russ when we were done taking care of nurgle garden with mortarion and killing us the moment he see us

Us getting revived shortly after because the four think thet we are too entertaining to lose

Getting into a yelling contest with angron that always end up with angron getting too angry and furious to continue

And finally talking about religion with lorgar and helping him battling his night terrors *also known as corvus corax*

Fulgrim is too high and mighty to seek us for anything other than to fuck us and us getting along with the snake man because we might as well have a good time

Us running into leman a second time and his curiosity getting the best of him so he started to question us

Maybe I will expand this idea further in future posts, but until then stay safe.

[solspina]

Hi! May I ask what you think serf life would be like with Guilliman, Sanguinius, and Fulgrim? Maybe possibly a few on the smuttier side 🥹

Absolutely! And absolutely on the smuttier side too! At this point im convinced you guys know that i’ll write anything as long as the angel is in there somewhere, and you’re completely right. first, let me define that i view a serf as an unfree peasant, someone forced to work for little to no pay and merely a place to live.

tw: lil bit of nsfw

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Roboute Guilliman might have a personal servant, but I don’t believe you’d be considered a serf in his eyes. He was one of, if not the only primarch to experience true human love since childhood and allowing you to serve the entirety of his army for nothing but a place to live and the denial of your rights and autonomy felt wrong. Sure, you took on the title of serf, but if you ever mananged to encounter a merchant planet, Guilliman was quick to buy and gather whatever you asked for.

War is brutal, it’s horrible, it’s unkind, yet you hadn’t stopped smiling since he took you out of your previous situation of servitude and brought you under his arm. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face.

This slowed down immensely after he had returned from death. He seemed to only ever strategize, to plan, to engage in war. Things were still bought for you, but only what you asked for, no more pleasant surprises, no more gentle pats on the back or awkward yet loving side hugs, just cold, dead gazes and eyes fogged with smoke from the battlefield. He still appreciated your company, but many would say he no longer loved as he used to.

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Fulgrim was… incredibly arrogant to say the very least, for he was definition of perfect. He’d strived for perfection from the very beginning, stopping at nothing and often forgetting that he had a baseline human to care for. He treated you with the same nutrient care as he did the space marines, which led to you eventually becoming quite malnourished as you had needs that they didn’t. You weren’t as artificial as they were, not as genetically modified, much more fragile.

Fulgrim seemed to only pay mind to your delicacy when he was balls deep within you, and even this was only when he began to transition into the unwavering grasp of Slaanesh, your master had chased nothing more than perfection and pleasure for what felt like years before succumbing to his desires. Perhaps it was within his final days of humanity that he finally realized just how human you were, and he chose to use that time to take care of you, perfection becoming a desire that fell to the back of his mind.

He kept you even after he became a daemon primarch of Slaanesh. now, after years of being cast aside, he put your perfectly human body before his own. You would embody perfection if he couldn’t, and he would squeeze every last sensation, moan, and orgasm from your fragile human body until you too understood the beauty of Slaanesh.

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Sanguinius never needed a serf, and it wasn’t until he encountered the horrible conditions of a planet he had liberated that he decided to take a group under the supervision of the blood angels. Most of the group would be moved to the care of the emperor of mankind, but he’d keep one for himself, and his choice was based entirely off of the fact that you offered him relaxation in the face of war.

No hands in the universe had managed to press into the knots and muscles in his back like yours did, and in turn he offered you comfort and warmth when you dreamed of your brothers and sisters leaving your sorrowful gaze one last time to join the emperor. You had all struggled together, and now you, the strongest and most resilient of your group, had submitted to the angel like a dog trembling in fear. You’d become something much lesser than fighting for your people, they were liberated now, under the care of the emperor only because you had begged the angel to let them go somewhere safer with your full submission as a cost.

He had your quarters situated right next to his, but you slept in his bed more often than not, because of the nightmares often plaguing your mind. You didn’t want to be alone, but heavy wing draped over your body was nothing less than suffocating. Sometimes you were unable to wake up from your own nightmares, the bite marks in your neck invoked sharp and stinging pain, enough to jolt you awake and allow you to catch your breath. He’d wake you up from your trembling fear so that he could hold you in his arms and stroke your hair, a comforting gesture, a reminder that you were with him, a prisoner.

But sometimes, when you dreamed not of your brothers but instead of the cold and relentless grasp of war, you remember how you prayed for a savior, how you would’ve given your life to be wrapped in his arms and blanketed by his pure white feathers, and give your life you did. Perhaps he’d let you go if he knew that you felt the way you did, but you’re too afraid to tell him. Please do, he only wishes to be your comfort.

[wolf-tail]

Ougghhg...Fulgrim gaining weighttt.....Fulgrim not holding his body to oscene standards of "perfection"....Fulgrim with belly rolllsssss....

Just imagine sleepy, relaxed Fulgrim, hair either down or in a messy bun, no makeup on, chilling in bed or on the couch, eating a scrumptious meal and getting crumbs and sauce on his mouth, tummy poking out of his pajammies, unshaved silvery white hairs on his lovely form....

Fulgrim at his most beautiful when he's relaxed and healthy....❤️❤️❤️

[moodymisty]

hi! i hope you feel better soon!

i was wondering if you plans for continuing your ‘legions reacting to their primarch’s partner’ series ?

have a good one :) 🐊

Part 1, Part 2

Author's Note: Sure, here's the rest of them :3

Relationships: Implied Leman Russ/Reader, AlphariusOmegon/Reader, Sanguinius/Reader, Lorgar/Reader, Ferrus Manus/Reader, Mortarion/Reader, Jaghatai Khan/Reader, Horus/Reader, Fulgrim/Reader, Corvus Corax/Reader (A NOTE: almost all of these are gender neutral, but a few might have the term mother or another female term in it, so fair warning)

Warnings: None really

➧ Space Wolves:

Pretty average. They're definitely one of the better legions to be around if you're a baseline human, as they're not only pretty chill, but actually somewhat... nice? By Astartes standards.

You enjoy listening to them tell battle stories around the bonfire or whatever you're all camped around, and they like how easy it is to impress you with their feats of strength. Evenings can quickly devolve into one on one duels if you're around, and there's enough Mjød involved. Impressing Wolf Mother with your spur of the moment honor duel is the height of accomplishment, for a hammered Space Wolf.

You would hope Russ would stop these shenanigans, but you’ll find yourself disappointed when he joins in, brawling his own Astartes for your attention that he already has.

They also all find it absolutely hilarious when you use one of their tamed Fenrisian wolves as a mount, as it puts you at eye level with them.

➧ Alpha Legion:

Your relationship with Alpharius & Omegon is as ambiguous as how the Alpha Legion Astartes feel about you.

They don't like the twins having a potential weak spot that can be exploited by enemies, and their myriad of plans and spiderweb of secrets could get easily unraveled; But if the twins brought you into the inner circle, they’ll place trust that they did it for a reason.

It's just a bit, disorienting having so many men- some of which look very similar- coming in and out of your life. The twins know that you can tell them apart from their legion lookalikes (somehow and it pisses them off), but they still find it funny to try and slip things past you.

➧ Blood Angels:

As one of the kinder chapters, you being brought into the fold is of little resistance, largely because they see how happy Sanguinius is when you're around. They may be battle hardened warriors, but they find it difficult to express their worries when their Primarch has never looked happier holding your much tinier hand.

However the Blood Angels already have a protective (border-lining on obsessive) nature with their Primarch, and that is something that now extends in fold to anyone Sanguinius is close to. Being you.

Do not expect to go anywhere with any less than three fully armored Blood Angels. They will glare at anyone who comes close, they will scold anyone who speaks to you without proper prose, and you will have to deal with it. Some may have a developing soft spot for their kind Legion Mother which allows you to order them around, but they are very strict in this regard.

And Sanguinius will not stop it; Because he feels the same way as them, he's just better at hiding it.

➧ Word Bearers:

Largely neutral at first, but over time they begin to warm up to you as Lorgar's loving gazes and borderline worshipping talk wears on them. It also helps that they have some non-violent experience with other humans.

There are some however who don't approve of your closeness to Lorgar; Especially as it becomes more obvious that Lorgar's priorities are changing, and his distractions are getting worse. You becoming the idée fixe of Lorgar's mind is more than a bit concerning for some members of the legion, particularly ones touched by Kor Phaeron.

They hold their tongues, but you know they don't like whenever the two of you are alone. You've heard the word 'temptress' uttered more than once.

➧ Iron Hands:

Extremely blunt, and to the point. like the Imperial Fists, but without the protective streak. Iron Hand brutal efficacy doesn't exactly mix with the slow nurturing of what one could consider romance.

But you show genuine interest in the practices of the legion and don't impede on their chapter traditions, so the Iron Hands suppose it could be worse. They'd much rather their Primarch not be distracted however, and that is a theme that will remain present in any conversation regarding you for a long while. Expect them to basically ignore you for the first portion of your relationship with Ferrus.

Rude...

➧ Death Guard:

The Death Guard are one of the legions that is definitely more conflicted about the whole thing.

On one hand they say that he will end up distracted, eyes pulled away from his crusade to more frivolous things like romance. But on the other hand, if it does away with some of Mortarion's depressive moue, then they can bite their tongues about it. Either way, they definitely aren't fans of it, and you'll more than hear about it.

Legion meetings are, more than a bit stressful. Mortarion often times comes back ragged and angry after being told he should be rid of you.

Things are strained. You hope they'll level out with time.

➧ White Scars:

Probably one of the better legions to be in. Helps that they don't despise baseline humans, and actually know how to smile sometimes.

It's refreshing to be around Astartes who are a little less, stuck up, something you say under your breath not long after being officially introduced to them. They find it absolutely hilarious.

You have a few Astartes you're a bit more familiar with that Jaghatai trusts to be your personal guard, in the rare moments he isn't close. Pretty chill all around.

Unless there's about seven of them all eagerly surrounding you trying to teach you different Chogoran words, then it's significantly less chill.

Also jetbike rides sound rad af

➧ Luna Wolves:

They have their doubts as all legions do, but given Horus' charisma it isn't long before they toss those doubts aside, and quickly welcome you into the fold at Horus' side.

Also similar to the Blood Angels in that they get near feral protecting their genefather's beloved. It's like his obsessive nature somehow has somehow manifested or has been genetically implanted in them. Horus always makes sure you have a guard at your side, no matter where you go.

It was all fine at first, but now you're beginning to feel a bit like a prisoner.

➧ Raven Guard:

The Raven Guard are pretty tame all things considered. While conversations tend to be respectfully brief, you've noticed overtime that it's less so disinterest, and more a so near nervous formality. It's almost like they don't know how to talk to a baseline human woman for more than a few moments. It's, cute.

Nykona doesn't seem to mind you though; Largely because he overheard you mumble that you think his armor is the most impressive out of all of the Raven Guard Astartes during a sparring session between him and Corax.

Overall, they’re happy Corvus is happy, and as long as his main mission isn’t compromised, they’re content to have you here.

While most legions say ‘Legion Mother’ however, the Raven Guard tend to use the title ‘Raven Mother’ instead when being formal. When they started saying that instead of just legion mother, you noticed how it intertwines with how they refer to Corvus.

Once you realized you got a little bit too excited they’d finally started accepting you, and scared the shit out of no less than three guards by abruptly crying.

➧ The Emperor's Children:

They do enjoy being around humans that can appreciate the arts, and they don't hold much ill will towards you as the jewel of their Primarch's eye. If anything, they seem almost pleased their Primarch is able to pursue such things. You're welcomed into the fold with little fanfare, and Legion business continues on with nary a peep about Fulgrim's new wife.

Many of them create things for you, which while incredibly sweet, makes Fulgrim a little miffed if you show too much joy about it. He just gets a bit jealous, but it's harmless. You find it kind of cute.

[ms--lobotomy]

First comm done, this one some headcanons for a fem!Perpetual!reader from the 3rd millenium for anon! Guilliman and Fulgrim included, SFW and NSFW. Hope you enjoy!

(Themes of enemies-to-lovers in both relationships, but nothing too violent. Some fireballs. Some shibari.)

GUILLIMAN

SFW

There is no way that this relationship is healthy at first. Even before they begin to date, they clash often. Her strong sense of justice goes against his ideals of serving his purpose without question, but their respective statuses make it so that they are forced to rub elbows more than they would like.

Since the dating market is so small for people like them, they have to make do with each other. Guilliman comes up to her first, and she is appalled at the proposition. She accepts.

At first he’s constantly telling her how to act in public, much to her dismay. This may end up with a fireball to the head, but not one so severe it singes more than the top of his hair.

He doesn’t like when she makes eye contact with him. He knows she’s looking into his soul, and it makes him feel something resembling guilt. As the relationship goes on, the guilt is less that he’s been caught and more genuine.

One time, he takes her to the side and tells her how he loved that she makes him feel human. She is taken aback at first, but the rare show of sincerity is a welcome gift. She takes care to be more gentle towards him after he tells her.

She has millenia on him, and he is well aware of it. But just because she has more time on him doesn’t mean she’s spent that time making merry with partners. They can learn how to be good partners together. 

NSFW

Sometimes, when everything bubbles over, she and Guilliman need a bit of… stress relief. They need to find a room that can fit a Primarch. The standard 8-foot ceilings of her past are something she’s used to, but something that Guilliman can’t bear with. 

One time, she tried to take Guilliman to the warp. It was too much for him. He chides her for it playfully on occasion until she admits to him that she genuinely feels bad. This stops then.

Once they find somewhere private, their grievances with each other melt away as their faces meet. Her small hands reach his hair, and he bites her bottom lip as soft as a Primarch can. 

He was elated when he found out that she could grow in size. He could lay with her, and it wouldn’t hurt her nearly as much as if she were her normal height. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t glad she didn’t go often above eight feet tall. 

He loves getting his hair pulled, especially when he’s eating her out. Sometimes the laurel wreath slips off. He gets too into the task at hand to care, or even notice sometimes.

He goes wild for her bit of stomach. He loves to run his fingers over it, pressing kisses to it while he closes his eyes and loses himself in loving her body. Having a nice bit of fat is a beauty standard on Macragge, after all. 

FULGRIM

SFW

Slightly better than that with Guilliman, as Fulgrim is less outwardly genocidal. He is, however, still a Primarch complicit in the ways of the Imperium. And for that, he is accustomed to getting an earful.

He doesn’t take it sitting down, though. Fulgrim the Perfect is no doormat. He’ll keep up appearances in front of the socialites of the planet, but behind closed doors, he’ll express exasperation at her for ruining a perfectly good diplomatic meeting. 

Passive-aggressively leaves her clothes more “becoming” of “someone of her status.” Sometimes in her closet, but as he watches her wear the same strange article of clothing, he gets a little more brazen. The clothes all fit perfectly, even though he’s never asked for your measurements. 

One day, she sits him down and explains that it’s a piece of clothing that’s survived ~28,000 years. This fascinates him immensely, and almost immediately he asks his personal tailor(s) to make him one for himself. 

Surprisingly soft when she gets to know him. He’s more willing to change than some of his brothers, because the definition of what’s perfect is always changing, and he is more interested in that than maintaining the status quo. 

Fulgrim is also an excellent cook, and you’re the first to try each new meal he’s done. Not all of them can be winners, but more often than not, you’re left with a pleasant smile on your face. 

NSFW

One thing can be said for certain about their sex life: she has helped Fulgrim get over his need for perfection in the bedroom. Leave that knot, it doesn’t hurt. Or maybe, Your pace is fine. I promise.

He loves to tie her up, especially when she’s closer to his height. He’s already an expert knot-tyer, sometimes his partners of the past have also been into that sort of thing. She convinces him that he doesn’t have to spend ungodly amounts of time on each knot.

He won’t admit that her millenia of experience on him is intimidating. As a Primarch, he prefers to be in control, even in the bedroom. Yet, he’s gentle. He presses into her chest with utmost care, running his hands along her light as a feather.

The foreplay runs long with this man, as he loves the act of preparing his partner. But when he finally starts to fuck her, it’s slow, methodical, and heavenly. More often than not, she’ll find a hand or two held, or Fulgrim’s face pressed to her own.

Ironically, he loves when she lets go in the bedroom as well. He loves hearing all of the little noises she makes, watching her face scrunch up in pleasure as she bounces underneath him. He loves her.

Aftercare is also a must. He’s bigger than Guilliman by a few feet, so he’s more likely to accidentally hurt her. He’ll clean her off, undo each carefully done knot, and cuddle with her. It’s like his experience with his past partners has prepared him for each moment with her.

[slaaneshisass]

I'm just going to leave this here

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Strangelove (Fulgrim, Ferrus Manus)

Summary: Fulgrim meets Ferrus' lover and remembers his past.

Fulgrim/fem!Reader, Ferrus Manus/fem!Reader

Warnings: obsession, angst

Word count: 1196

Song: Depeche Mode - Strangelove

Fulgrim, my man, I'm sorry that i make you suffer.

Fulgrim had never seen Ferrus worried or afraid. Even right now Manus led his brother into his chambers with his usual confidence. But he felt a noticeable change in the air. Ferrus told Fulgrim that he wanted to introduce him to someone. A very important person for him. Whom did he meet just recently. But he was sure that your relationship would continue for a long time.

Already at this moment Fulgrim should have tensed. But he did not notice the catch and never thought that the Gorgon could ever fall in love. And even more so openly admit this feeling to himself and his beloved. Manus was the perfect cog in the Imperium. A mechanism that worked smoothly and responsibly. But it seems the joint campaign with Vulkan has made him softer.

When Fulgrim first meets you he can't say a word.

Libya was the first one. First wife. First love. Small and thin, she was afraid of almost everything. Her father did not want his dear daughter to see the horrors of the world. But he had to give her in arranged marriage to Fulgrim. When she first met her future husband, Libya almost burst into tears. She was shaking so much with fear. She was leaving her family and home forever. The marriage could have been unhappy. In addition, the primarch's height frightened the young girl.

At that moment, Fulgrim knew he wanted to protect her. This girl is the embodiment of the entire planet, all the unfortunate inhabitants who need help. He did everything he could to make her happy. He taught her new knowledge and spent his free time with her. He was very gentle with Libya the first night and the the next ones too. Love inspired him and gave him the strength to unite Chemos as soon as possible.

She died.

“I-I think that perfection does not exist” - you stammer, trying not to look at the Phoenician who asked an important question for him. He feels your face and hands sweating with worry. “But this is precisely what defines humanity. T-therefore, we continue to develop in science and art. We strive to achieve excellence. Something that doesn't exist. And this means that the Imperium will always move forward.”

Fulgrim did not expect such an answer. At all. No, perfection existed, it was just that your mortal nature could not realize it. And yet your reasoning and thoughts... agitated him. He could no longer remember the last time he felt such emotions from a conversation with a mortal female.

Venus was a serious and smart girl. Even too much. Deprived of many of the joys of life, she always helped her parents in everything. And she calmly accepted her marriage to Fulgrim. They became close over conversations about the peoples of Chemos. Venus absorbed knowledge with great zeal. But most of all she loved legends and myths. And often told them to her husband before bed.

She died of fever. Fulgrim still remembers her face, contorted in pain. How she cried and begged to be killed so as not to suffer anymore. He could not refuse her this last favor.

Could not.

Fulgrim just can't take his eyes off the two of you. How you calmly chat with Ferrus like an ordinary person. Without feeling the charisma of a primarch. And even though you barely reached the man’s waist, it didn’t bother you. Just like him. Although Manus’s eyes were steel, when he looked at you, they glowed with fire.

He could have lost you. To lose your gaze and the warmth of your hands. Never again will hear your singing voice. You could have died. From old age. Or you could be killed. But Ferrus only shrugged off Fulgrim's warnings after you left them alone. The Imperium brought rejuvenating drugs. Besides, you are a smart girl and don’t go to the front line. And even so he will be able to protect you.

“But what if she dies? Or the Emperor will forbid you to see each other when he knows about her.”

Ferrus looks at his brother in bewilderment clearly not understanding his strange behavior. The man ponders the question for a while. Before shrugging and smiling. The Phoenician almost flinched at the confidence of his beloved brother.

“Even so, I'm glad I was able to experience this feeling.”

Clio always smiled. She always kept a mask and did not allow others to look into her soul. Instead, she tried to help everyone. Especially children and old people. Fulgrim will never forget how she cried on his shoulder, opening her heart. He so wanted her to never cry again and really love life.

But she was shot by those who disagreed with his rule. There was too much blood and he didn’t have time to save her. Fulgrim didn't have time to say goodbye. He didn’t have time to tell her how glad he was that she came into his life. That he would take care of her.

But he couldn't protect her.

They all died. They all left him. Alone. With a broken heart. It was enough for the Phoenician to experience love three times. He couldn't bear this feeling anymore. Feelings of loss and grief. Moreover, every year he had to rule over millions, billions of lives. He couldn't afford to be weak. Couldn’t choose between the planet and one single love. The man accepted his fate. He resigned himself.

And Gorgon knew about this. Knew about Fulgrim's wives. He knew that the primarch had suffered the grief of loss. Only to him the Phoenician told about his past. About his feelings and regret that human life is so fleeting. But that didn't stop Manus from finding you. To unite with you the bonds of love.

Fulgrim felt black envy creeping through his veins. No. Love is weakness. Love is imperfect. He couldn't allow himself to feel that way. And could not envy or condemn his beloved brother. It was Manus' choice. He himself decided to take this step.

The primarch, sitting in his chambers, sighed heavily. You were as kind as Clio. Smart and sensible like Venus. As small and trembling as Libya. No, you were not their symbiosis; these traits are inherent in many people. But knowing that you are Manus’ beloved, the Phoenician could not help but compare you with his wives. Dead ones. And you were alive.

And your reasoning about perfection... he did not agree with you and yet was amazed by the honest answer. The way you see the world and humanity as a whole. He would like to spend more time with you, talk to you, see you.

No, he couldn't. Fulgrim felt himself going mad from the flood of memories. And one, tiny thought that he could feel something for you... scared. He could not allow himself to fall in love again, much less with his brother's betrothed. The only thing he can do is continue the Crusade and strive for perfection. He should stop thinking about you and focus on Laeran. The war with the xenos will help him get into a rut.

And forget about you.

[wxnheart]

𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 - Fulgrim

Perfection. It defines him. It drives him.

In everything he does, in everything he is, Fulgrim. must. be. perfect. And this, too, extends to his associates, for they must be a representation of him ALWAYS.

Enter... You. You, with your talent for the fine arts, you, with your keen eye for recognizing and committing beauty to memory, you, with your patrician airs and noble visage and quiet superiority. You, whom all others could never compare to even if they tried—!

YOU, perfection incarnate. YOU, whose very being had the displeasure, the HONOR, of attracting the attention of the Phoenician himself. Marvelous. Emperor protect you.

Your blood ran cold at the sight before you.

He asked of you once, when you were personally granted the honor of gazing upon his marvelous collection (crafted by himself of course), what it meant to be beautiful, to be perfect.

And you, waxing eloquence with every word spoken, had simply said thus: "It means to be true to yourself in everything that you do..."

...What?

The silence that came afterward was... palpable to say the least. And you, with your patrician airs and noble visage and quiet superiority, found yourself averting your gaze lest you become consumed by the Phoenician's reptilian stare. And to your surprise, he merely chuckled. What a sonorous sound.

It's a pity that you never saw it reach his eyes. It's a pity that, upon being summarily dismissed from Fulgrim's presence, you never caught the unnatural glint in his eyes and the snarling tuck of his lips.

It's a pity, really, because you wonder in hindsight if his rage was much more preferable to... to this.

Perfection may have been a simple concept to you but to Fulgrim it was a masterpiece meant to be coveted and owned. Why be yourself when you could be so. much. more?

Maybe that's why the Phoenician never took his eyes off you whenever you had the displeasure of being in his company.

Maybe that's why his smile, sweet and sardonic, made your stomach turn. And, Emperor help you, you wanted to scream into your art, blotches of crimson stains against regal purple and vibrant gold.

He asked of you once, when you were personally granted the honor of gazing upon his marvelous collection, what it meant to be beautiful, to be perfect. To be... a masterpiece.

And you, with your patrician airs and noble visage and quiet superiority, you, with your blood running cold and your ears burning hot, were speechless.

A masterpiece to surpass all masterpieces. YOU, perfection incarnate, decorated the walls, blotches of crimson stains intertwined with regal purple and vibrant gold, art so very pleasing to the eyes.

And in the center of it all stood Fulgrim's greatest piece of craftsmanship born of obsession. It was fashioned in your likeness and stared at you with empty, peacock eyes. Marvelous. Emperor protect you.

Fulgrim had asked of you once what it meant to be beautiful, to be perfect, to be a masterpiece. He asked this of you, turned, and threw it right back into your face.

He stands behind you now, large hands enveloping your arms; his stare is reptilian, his smile sickeningly sweet. ""It means to be true to yourself in everything that you do."" So says my greatest masterpiece," the Phoenician looks down at you with that same gaze, "So says my greatest possession." Time stood still and your heart dropped.

Emperor protect you.