#Primarch

[yanagikou]

Mortarion looking for his midnight treat (you)

Lookin for a midnight treat

[frythebrains]

Primarchs x label stickers

[wh40kartwork]

by Vorueg

[green-square-anon]

Everyone always talks about getting their back blown out during multiple orgasm sex by a primarch the first time but what about the opposite?

It turns out that primarch or not certain things were universal. Primarchs having sex for the first time and coming prematurely? Be that embarrassingly early, right as the clothes came off or in their pants.

- The likes of Mortarion or Konrad Curze being so unused to affectionate loving touch, let alone affectionate touch involving praising them, that they blow at damn near nothing. Bonus point if it is that they are used to violence but it's the very fact that the touch is gentle that breaks them

- Lorgars years of (fanon) religious repression making it so that as soon as he sees his partner naked he can't hold it back and finishes on the spot

- Someone like Rogal Dorn not at all being stoic and self contained

- Sanguinius litterally puffing up with his feathers (lol) and going the equivalent of "Oh my goodness" apologizing (he just seems like someone who would say "oh my goodness")

No matter who the primarch is embarrassed beyond belief and their partner not only doesn't mind but, if a baseline human, gets the mother of all ego boosts. They may either comfort or tease them or both. Likely both. Don't worry this is not to say their partner won't get pleasure either, oh they will. There's practice and taking off the edge for that, but that first time....

[ahrianee]

[👍] You can do it...

I couldn't help but create my version, depicting how I feel every time I draw Roboute's armor, with all the details and filigrees (Yes... That chibi is me looking at my graphic tablet wanting to send everything to hell)

I'm looking forward to getting the Roboute Joytoy, to better understand how the joints work. (⁠ ⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⁠⌢⁠⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀⁠)

References:

This post by @hatsubara-8chan

This post by @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond

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[aidoddark]

Hi, this is my female version of Rogal Dorn, Primarch of the Imperial Fists. I hope you like it

Hola, esta es mi versión femenina de Rogal Dorn, Primarca de los Puños Imperiales, espero que les guste

(POLLITO IMPERIAL)

[little-miss-bioweapon121]

“Respectfully, my lord, you must Nut Up about this.” Is my new favorite motivational phrase

idunno if i'll clean these up have some perty doodles feat. horus and forrix

[basichan-heh]

Hmm, what kind of secretive orc is this WIP:

[candyswirls]

Garm's Fit

Garm is a toddler and, as such, is prone to melt downs.

Master Post

Varska belongs to @jaghatai-khock, Hjarlin and Lorenzo belong to @gregariousbonesinger, Leon and Arlene belong to @meervalv0

Garm whimpered and wouldn't let go of Leman.

"No," he said sternly. "You can't come with. You have to stay here."

She pouted and looked up at Varska, who could only return a sorry smile.

Leman lifted Garm and reluctantly handed them over to Hjarlin.

"Be good," he said.

Hjarlin scoffed, "Me or her?"

Leman narrowed his eyes, "Both."

"You sure you're comfortable with ME taking care of the youngest?" Hjarlin questioned. "You know what happened with my twin."

Varksa bristled, holding tightly onto his blade. He shot a warning look to his brother.

Leman frowned, "I'm certain Garm will come out on top. Not only that, but you have your cousins here, you are on Lion's ship, and you know damn well what I'll do if I come back and she's harmed in any way."

Hjarlin averted his eyes. Garm struggled to get out of his grip, still vying to join dad and Big Brother.

Despite the whimpering and big eyes, they bid their goodbyes and boarded the ship.

The hangar closed, blocking off the vessel. Just in time as well. Garm jabbed their elbow into Hjarlin. He grunted and lost his grip. The toddler bolted past Leon to the door. They couldn't open it, though, and started to whine.

Leon pursed his lips at the sad sight. It had nothing to do with being handed off to Hjarlin. It was the fact that she couldn't go with.

Garm wailed and banged on the hangar door.

Hjarlin sighed, "He said you can't go. The ship has already left. There's no catching up to them now. He'll be back."

Garm let out a mournful howl and continued to scratch against the door.

Lorenzo chuckled at Hjarlin's frustration.

Hjarlin went to pick his sibling up when their sadness turned to anger.

Garm shrieked and kicked the door. They batted away Hjarlin's hands and stomped their foot, psykically demanding the door to be opened.

"No," Hjarlin said firmly.

He knelt down to pull her away, and she whined in protest.

In a flash, she whipped around and bit him on the cheek.

Hjarlin yelped and fell backward, gripping his face as blood began to well. Lorenzo's jaw dropped, and he laughed.

Garm growled, then dashed to Lorenzo, pushing him over from his seat. He cried out as he fell to the floor. Leon's jaw dropped.

Garm let out a screech of defiance and began jumping up and down, stomping her feet upon the ground.

Hjarlin snarled, "Enough!"

Garm kicked him in the legs and then made a rude gesture in sign.

"You're not GOING!" Hjarlin Barked.

Garm screamed again as Leon moved in to difuse the situation.

"Let's take a deep breath," he said. "Garm, would you like to -"

Garm bolted to where a rack of ammo was and turned it over. Bullet shells bounced everywhere. The surrounding Astartes were too slow to catch her. She'd been racing with Varska as of late.

"No!" Hjarlin yelled as he chased after his younger sibling.

Of course, when he decides to reunite with the imperium, he gets put on gremlin babysitting duty! He suddenly realized why Father wasn't at all worried that he'd harm Garm.

Garm knocked over a rack of tools, and the servitor seemed to sigh.

Lorenzo tried to catch the slippery little beast, but they bit him on the knee. He let out an indignant squeal of pain.

Garm ran to the bay doors and began kicking it again. She wailed, and tears began to come out as she grew in frustration.

Leon tried to gently approach again, "Let's go get food! We can go into the kitchen."

Garm turned their head to stare at Leon, then started crying harder.

They threw themselves upon the floor and began flailing and screaming in rage, tears flowing freely.

Leon tried to pick her up, but she went limp and kicked away his hand. Hjarlin was muttering angrily and tried to do the same. She resisted and won.

Hjarlin rubbed his temples as he crouched next to his inconsolable younger sibling. Servitors were already moving to clean up the mess, astartes assisting.

Garm managed to sign up at Hjarlin.

Stinky female wolf. Hjarlin grumbled.

Servitors quickly parted as Lady Arlene swept into the room, a calm expression upon her face. Dark Angels bowed to their legion mother.

"Mother," Leon questioned?

Arlene went right past them and picked up Garm. Even with them going limp, she easily lifted them. An army of children at this age kept her well practiced in these matters.

She held Garm to her chest and began rubbing her back. Garm sobbed and clung to her aunt, wrapping arms around her neck.

"There, there," she soothed as she left with Garm. "Let's braid your hair and make it all better."

Garm's crying faded, and Hjarlin sighed, flopping down to the floor. Leon smiled, thankful for his mother.

"I'm never having children, "Lorenzo stated as he rubbed his knee.

[sapphire3912]

Funny fun read

The Real Housewives of the Imperium

A/N: This is just some bullshit my brain vomited while I was procrastinating other things. Enjoyyy

Lore Drop™️ before we begin: In my personal headcanon of whatever the fuck this is, the wives of the Primarchs definitely act as a political arm of their respective legion/Primarch. They are the ones that involve themselves with the administration and nobility and royalty of the Imperium, and this is a role the Primarchs are happy enough to dump on them while they’re off fighting wars. It also means that the wives run into each other a lot.

Who Hates Each other?

-I would say no one really hates each other, but that’s a lie. The Red Lady and the Wolf Mother cannot under any circumstances be in the same room together, they will absolutely kill each other it’s not pretty.

-The Raven Mother, while not generally having any disagreements with anyone, is just around so rarely it’s hard to say she has any really good friends amongst the wives.

Who are friends?

-First, The Khatun has some freaky superpower that lets her get along with literally everyone and everyone loves her. She is literally everyone’s best friend and she loves it.

-Lady Lupercal, The Mother of the Salamanders, and The Khatun have seen everything. These were the first three spouses and the only Primarch spouses for a long time. Not only were they the first, but they were also the only three to have been with their husbands prior to the Emperor’s appearance. These three wrote the book and have a deep friendship because of their circumstances.

-The Lady of the Hydra, the Dark Lady, Lady Guilliman, Lady Lupercal, and the Lady of the Emperor’s Children are all somehow extremely good friends and it’s so bad for everyone’s health because these women SCHEME. If you fuck with them or their husbands they will have the entire Imperium legitimately thinking you sacrifice babies to pagan gods in your free time by the next cycle do not mess with them. They also will pull up to the function with the best gossip.

-A surprising friendship here - the Mother of the Salamanders and Lady Curze. Everyone was expecting the Red Lady and Wolf Mother round two with these two, but noooo, they get along like a house on fire and that’s what they’ll do to yours if you fuck with them. Whereas our Quintet of trouble up there will spin you around with their words, these two are more of the “corner you in a dark alley with a knife and threaten you within an inch of your life” type.

-The Lady of the Death Guard, Lady Aurelian, the Khatun, and Lady Kurze also float around each other because they are four of the genuinely nicest people you’ll ever meet and they subconsciously bond over it.

-The Wolf Mother and the Dark Lady are drinking buddies

How do they complain about their husbands/step-children to each other?

-Now when it comes to complaining? The Lady of Iron is there, first in line to start complaining about her husband and you know who’s right behind her? The Lady of the Iron Hands because I know in my heart of hearts she’s beefing with her step-children. Between these two there are literal hours of content.

-Even though those two are in a league of their own, most gatherings between these women usually devolve into complaints about their husbands.

-Fun fact: It’s actually during one of these complaint sessions that Lady Guilliman got the idea to ban paperwork from the bedroom.

-Although, some of these women are putting back breaking work into these men, so honestly, they deserve to complain a little

Who is talking up their husbands/step-sons?

-You know who’s not complaining? Lady Aurelian and the Lady of the Death Guard on god they love their husbands more than anything and no one knows why because they are so hot. Deadass, they pulled up to the function looking like goddesses with baked goods and everyone else was like “…sorry, the Imperium’s Next Top Model is like two doors down”, but no they were in fact in the right place and everyone is still surprised.

-Also, be careful when it comes to mentioning the step-children because there are some *cough* The Mother of the Salamanders *cough* who keep a whole book of all their kids and their accomplishments on them at all times and they will yap on about them for HOURS. The Mother of the Salamanders is like one of those dads that have pictures of their kids accordion style in their wallet and they open it up and a whole string of pictures falls out but she has too many kids so she needs a book.

-It’s also a perilous topic of conversation around The Lady of Angels and The Lady of the Emperor’s Children because they will pull out their step kid’s artwork and they will make you look at it and compliment it. For. Hours.

-It’s not unheard of for particularly these three to be at events with the step-children and not shut the fuck up about them.

…

The Mother of the Salamanders: *to the person next to her* This is my son [insert Salamander name here]. He is just the most wonderful son ever. He just got back from defending a planet from Xenos! Look at this picture of him right after they claimed victory! *holds up a picture of said Salamander covered in blood looking majestic on the battlefield* And look at this sword he just made! He’s so talented! *proceeds to open a whole scrapbook, flip to said son’s page, and fold out a ton of pictures because they wouldn’t all fit on the paper* And look at this-

Salamander: *blushing under his helmet*

…

The Mother of Angels: *to the person next to her* You know, my son here [insert Blood Angel name here] is quite the performer.

Random Noble Probably: Ah, really-

The Mother of Angels: Yes! He’s just so talented! *pulls out a stack of photos* You see, this is him playing the piano, his first instrument, and then here you see he decided to try out the harp. He’s absolutely excellent at both and then- *continues chattering on and on*

Blood Angel: *flattered that Mom cares so much*

…

The Lady of the Emperor’s Children: *sits down next to someone* Hello, lovely, how are you?

Random Noble: Ah, My Lady, I’m well and you?

Lady of the Emperor’s Children: Ah, I’m spectacular. Say, have you met my son [insert Emperor’s Child name here]?

Random Noble: We have not had the pleasure.

Lady of the Emperor’s Children: Well, this is [insert name again]. You know, he’s quite the talent, almost perfect at anything he tries his hand at. You know, he recently picked up painting. *starts rummaging and pulls out a stack of photos* See, here was his first one. I was so surprised at how good he was on his first try, and then he followed it up with this one and I was absolutely blown away! *Off she goes on a tangent*

Emperor’s Child: *can’t tell whether to be flattered or concerned that Mom has that many pictures of him*

…

-Though they aren’t the only three culprits of this, most of them have done this, the rest of them, though, usually shut up after about an hour or two and only have a few pictures on them of their step kids.

-cuts over to the Lady of the Iron Hands and her step-children who are trying to growl at each other around a very tired looking Ferrus Manus who is sat between them.

-though, most of these women love to brag about their step-children and how great at everything they are.

-The Lady of Iron is also another big culprit, she loves showing off her step-kids. She has also threatened Perterabo within an inch of his life when he’s ragged on his kids.

-The mental health of the Iron Warriors rose significantly once the Lady of Iron was apart of the picture.

-Almost as much as they like bragging about their husbands.

-As much as they complain, this is a group of the most fiercely loyal group of women you’ll ever get in a room together.

-They hear a whisper of a complaint about their husband? It’s over for you, you’ll be dead or wishing you were by dinner. They hear you praise their husband? You’re not leaving until they’ve told you every amazing thing their husbands have ever done in their lives.

The Ultimate Uniting Factor:

-There is one person, one man, in the entirety of the known and unknown galaxy who has the ability to bring these women, even the Red Lady and the Wolf Mother, together like nobody else: Big E

-If you mumble under your breath anything that could possibly be construed as a complaint against the Emperor of Mankind then you may as well have shined the Batsignal in the air because these women are coming out of the woodwork.

-Now they are all here and they have all involved you in a conversation that couldn’t be construed as anything but absolute treason if it were to come out of anyone else’s mouth

-If you were to put these women in a room together and point a camera at them and let them talk for a few hours, every single time it would devolve into irate ranting about Big E. You would never catch a kind word about Big E falling from their lips.

-The Emperor won’t step foot in the same zip code as these women because he understands that they are down every second of every day to literally evict him from life.

-The Emperor literally started a crusade as an excuse to leave Terra because he got word that the Khatun was on her way.

-Say what you will about the Emperor of Mankind, he’s smart enough to know that these women will end him where he stands if they ever get their hands on him.

[lovejisco]

Let's draw a hyperpigmented primarch with me

[green-square-anon]

Based on this post mentioning primarchs sexuality and stereotypes I made a thing to randomly assign sexuality to the primarchs. I would have added a seperate roll for trans or not but I spent time learning how to do this in python and got lazy. Based on numbers pulled out of my ass. Roughly 10-20% of the population is LGBT, which I averaged to 15% and men are more likely to be exclusively straight or gay than bi. So made the odds 10% Gay, 5% bi, 85% straight. (Code below in the read more. Just copypaste it into whatever lets you run python.)

(Personal headcanons/bias: As I mentioned straight Fulgrim with Dorn being bi to mess with cliches but really it's Dorn and/or gman for the same reasons and gmans ancient roman theme. Other than that: Lion is gay because Lion. Konrad is straight. Lorgar, Mortarion, Sanguinius, Konrad, Dorn all also like women for my own self indulgent purposes.)

Some rolls:

1: This was one of the first runs and undoubtedly one of the funniest results. Gay Lion, roman gman being bi, everyone else straight. (edit missed morty)

2: Only gay primarchs survive as loyalists

3: Gay lion, nearly everyone is straight.

4: This one is probably canon

5: This ones perfect

import random

def primarch_roll(fname): primarch_sexuality = random.randint(1, 100)

if primarch_sexuality <= 10: sexuality = "Homosexual" if 11 <= primarch_sexuality <= 15: sexuality = "Bisexual" if primarch_sexuality >= 16: sexuality = "Heterosexual"

print(fname + ": " + sexuality)

print (" ") primarch_roll("Lion El'Jonson") primarch_roll("Fulgrim") primarch_roll("Perturabo") primarch_roll("Jaghatai Khan") primarch_roll("Leman Russ") primarch_roll("Rogal Dorn") primarch_roll("Konrad Curze") primarch_roll("Sanguinius") primarch_roll("Ferrus Manus") primarch_roll("Angron") primarch_roll("Roboute Guilliman") primarch_roll("Mortarion") primarch_roll("Magnus the red") primarch_roll("Horus Lupercal") primarch_roll("Lorgar Aurelian") primarch_roll("Vulkan") primarch_roll("Corvus Corax") primarch_roll("Alpharius") primarch_roll("Omegon")

[phoeniciandoodles]

Au idea 2: A Perpetual Gorgon

(secondary au idea since my body decided to 4 hours of sleep is more than enough than my usual 6)

The only minor difference is instead of Vulkan being a perpetual Ferrus is instead, with the arm the iron hands take to build their dad robot at some point dad’s severed arm grew Ferrus back, with Ferrus almost losing his shit finding out one of the first things his sons did was try to build a new him using a piece of his dead corpse.

Ferrus eventually tries to reform the iron hands during this time providing his tactical brilliance but kinda like Corvus needed to make more sons, but doesn’t suffer from what Corvus got slapped with by the alpha legion.

While daemon Fulgrim after his ascension and trying to just yoink perturabo’s soul, having Fabius Bile make copies of Ferrus but not at all good enough to replace the original Gorgon and eventually hears news of Ferrus being alive.

Fulgrim absolutely gets back into the Heresy with a fever trying to hunt down and find Ferrus, in all honesty he’s conflicted about what to do…maybe Ferrus could forgive and perhaps Slaanesh’s favoured champion could try to do forcefully try to get him to play along, perhaps show Ferrus how wrong he was and how clearly right he is.

Well if Ferrus disagrees he can just kill Ferrus and wait til he comes back and try again over and over again never letting Ferrus go far from him once he has him trapped like a cat playing with a mouse he’ll keep the game going, usually using his tail to hold Ferrus in a his tail and Ferrus throwing the most hurtful things to the Phoenician usually results in Fulgrim usually crushing Ferrus with his tail in his hissy fits.

Fulgrim absolutely ignores any previous clones of Ferrus and when he eventually does have ferrus he literally leaves no words no nothing to the eye of terror, he “totally” got them this far as he got Ferrus… what need or interest does he have to watch his other brothers fight like some clucking chickens. With the iron hands unable to find dad no matter how many ships they send into the eye of terror.

A lot of their time together is Fulgrim trying to get Ferrus to join him in the arts, including forging once and ended with Ferrus stabbing Fulgrim in the eye with a partly formed molten hot blade and Fulgrim getting a beat down, with most of Ferrus’s escape attempts almost successful but unfortunately not enough to stop a daemon primarch.

Fulgrim as well has the finest meals made for the both of them and tries to talk and convince him to do drugs with him and drink something live a little with Ferrus shutting it down every time, with Fulgrim shutting down any attempt of Ferrus talk on how he could be better with the Phoenician ignoring it as such discourse shouldn’t be at the table.

Ferrus utterly hates the music Fulgrim plays or has playing as it’s literally so loud and excessive only followers of slaanesh can actually enjoy it.

Ferrus despite all the shit his serpentine brother will put him through refuses to give in sometimes getting through to Fulgrim truly, making him a lot more manageable but trying to convince Fulgrim to go any form of back results in Fulgrim ignoring it by his words and expressions but deep inside…

Fulgrim knows it’s wrong but seems to over the years of however long he has kept and basically tortured Ferrus over and over with death after death, it slowly but surely slows down to Ferrus being able to call him out and speak the hard truth which Fulgrim has ignored or usually just try talking over him and not be killed at all just slightly squeezed like a stress ball.

With the Phoenician eventually not ignoring the truth just begging Ferrus for forgiveness for the countless years of pain and suffering, with Ferrus finally free and he will drag his serpentine brother kicking and screaming if he has to make as many things right and seek redemption and forgiveness from their father.

To both of them the track of time slipped out from under them both in the eye of terror after 10,000 years, the heresy long over and gone, with them both exploring the galaxy and doing right, with Ferrus sometimes having to bonk Fulgrim for his excessive addictions and old habits Ferrus despises to no end..A reminder of how much his brother was trying to be better once was and internally stresses him… as their father imperium is not how either remember it at all.

( I need to seriously write all this shit down in a story format eventually as I got to decide which idea to focus on)

[meangreennunseen]

Not me just crying for Primarchs and their wives...

I suddenly imagine something about the Primarchs as Husbands, when they come home from battle...

The battlefield had drained them, exhaustion clung to their body like a heavy shroud, the weight of war pressing deep into their soul. Bloodshed, duty, and the ceaseless march of conflict had left them weary. But amid the turmoil, there was one thought that anchored them, one sanctuary that soothed the ache in their heart you.

They strode through the halls of the palace thinking of wanting you so badly right now, they need your comfort, your warm, your touches to soothe the pain away from them.

When they finally reached your shared chamber, their breath hitched at the sight before them. You lay there, bathed in moonlight, sleeping soundly so serene, so breathtaking, like a flower that blooms at night beautifully. For a moment, they simply stood there, taking in the vision of you, feeling the turmoil in their heart ease. They stepped closer, careful not to wake you, but the faint sound of their armor shifting betrayed them.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting theirs, filled instantly with concern. Before they could utter a word, you crawled toward them, wrapping your arms around them without hesitation. The warmth of your embrace melted away the cold remnants of war, and with a deep sigh, they allowed their arms to encircle your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

For minutes, neither of you moved, simply holding each other as it took forever, letting the silence speak where words could not. It was only when you pulled back slightly, cupping their face, that they truly saw the depth of love in your gaze. Once sharp with battle-born fury, their golden eyes softened as you traced their cheek with your thumb.

"You’re exhausted, my love," you whispered. "You need to rest."

Their hand covered yours, grounding themselves in your touch. You leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to their cheek, then another to their nose, and finally, a gentle, lingering kiss upon their lips. When you pulled away with a soft smile, their heart clenched at the tenderness you offered so freely. Oh throne they could destroy the whole world just for you.

"Come," you murmured, guiding them to the bed. "Let's sleep together. Let me take away your pain." you softly smiled.

As they began removing their armor, shedding the weight of piece by piece. And when they finally lay beside you, their head resting against your stomach, a deep sigh escaped them. Your fingers traced soothing patterns along their cheek, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, their mind was at peace.

Even as the world feared them as a warrior, as a titan of war here, in your arms, they were simply soft and caring to you, loved.

As their breaths grew slower, steadier, you pressed a tender kiss to their forehead, resting your cheek against their hair. "Sleep well, my love," you whispered.

n: I was going to reference the Epiphyllum oxypetalum, also called Queen of the Night, the cactus with a flower that blooms at night but we're in a 40k universe. But still, I want that flower to think like that. ⋆˙⟡♡

[ahrianee]

[🌌] I will always be by your side

Couple: Roboute Guilliman x Rena Caeruleun (Oc)

Warnings: English is not my main language, I'm sorry if there are things that are not understood, I tried to look for several translation sites to avoid mistakes, but surely there will be some, I apologize again

Notes: Just something I wrote because I really wanted some angst with a happy ending.

Summary: Roboute can't help but feel frustrated, without thinking too much, he takes out his stress on Rena, he quickly regrets it.

── Roboute, you should take a break ──

Ironic, how ironic it is that Rena is the one saying this phrase now when just a few days ago Calgar was asking her to rest in the same way, and she did not listen. Now it is her turn to tell Roboute to rest, who has been hiding behind documents—documents that he did not allow her to help with, claiming that he had already done too much in his absence. He repeats over and over that he should have left all his duties to the Ultramarines, but that does not mean he does not appreciate what she did; he just did not want her to go through all that.

He did not want to make her carry a burden as large as his, simply for being with him.

── Roboute... ──

She approaches him while placing her hand on his shoulder. He reacts abruptly, pushing his partner's hand away with a blow. Rena holds her hand due to the shock of the blow.

── I told you I'm fine, Rena. I have to finish this ──

Rena sighs softly as she sees Roboute's expression harden and fill with weariness. His shoulders feel tense, burdened with a weight he does not want to share. She supposes this is what Calgar saw when she was in Roboute's situation, and now she thinks she can understand Calgar's concern a little better. Her gaze shifts from her partner to the documents, which include several not only about Macragge but about the Empire as well. Even if she had been helping, the volume of documents arriving was incessant; that is why she never really took a break.

But back to the matter of Roboute, he is unfortunate that his partner is such a stubborn and headstrong person.

── Roboute, please, you must rest and eat something ──

She approaches him again, extending her hand toward his hand in an attempt to get him to stop holding the pen for just a few minutes. Roboute lets out a sound of annoyance as he pushes Rena away again, this time a little more roughly than before. The pressure on his shoulders, the headache, and so many things he has to plan, and she simply wants him to rest.

── Rena, the Empire is on my shoulders now; this is not a game, stop bothering me Rena ──

Roboute's voice comes out loud and firm, with a tone of annoyance mixed with anger. He lets out a loud sigh as he looks away from Rena. He knows she is stubborn, but sometimes she is too stubborn. He understands how she will react now; she will continue trying to get him to rest.

── It's okay, I won't bother you anymore... ──

The words resonate in Roboute's office, a low and insecure tone coming from Rena. The primarch cannot help but go blank when he hears that tone of voice from his partner. He had never heard her speak like that since he saw her talking to her governess in childhood, a governess he does not want to recall right now.

The lady of the Caeruleun family slowly retreats toward the door, her steps calm as she says nothing. It seems Roboute realizes what he has done.

── Rena, wait... ──

Before he can finish the sentence, she has left the room and closed the door softly, letting out a small curse in frustration.

Roboute clenches his fist tightly, letting out a completely defeated groan. Now he realizes what he just provoked. He looks at his hands, then in the direction of the small mirror beside his desk. He assumes Rena placed it at a specific angle to check if someone is behind her at any moment, but now he can only see his own reflection. She may be right; the tired face he sees is certainly concerning. The expression she wears is not neutral; it is full of annoyance.

He raises his hand to his forehead, hair becoming disheveled, another sigh of frustration escaping his mouth. His shoulders weigh on him more and more, and thoughts quickly overwhelm him.

── What am I doing? ──

He mutters to himself, now completely frustrated, but not because of the whole democratic thing; rather, it's because of how he just treated the only person who waited for him and who is still here after ten thousand years. He remembers how her hand gently caressed his cheek, unable to believe she was alive. He had been mentally preparing himself to be completely alone and surrounded by strangers, but there she was, shouldering what he left behind after the Horus Heresy. No, she had always been by his side, no matter the moment.

He needs to calm down first; his nerves are on edge, and anything irritates him in this situation. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as he analyzes everything with precision, from how he spoke to her to how he acted. What is clear to him right now is that he has just hurt Rena; he has surely made her feel really bad, so bad that she lost the confidence that is always in her voice.

How ungrateful of him to behave like this toward her! His thoughts become blurred; he doesn't know how or why he is now remembering his youth. He had always been distant, even with his own adoptive father, Konor Guilliman. He knew from the beginning who he was and who his real father was; he didn’t respond to the name Roboute Guilliman until he saw how much Konor and Tarasha cared for him.

He was a quiet child, always with a book in hand and something new to learn. He rarely showed interest in anything else and hated social gatherings. If he had to attend, he would go for a few minutes, then escape to the library to take a book, or so it was until she arrived...

[ . . . ]

Still focused on the book, he was going to finish this volume and then go for a walk with his fiancée. He had promised her, and even if he didn’t want to make a promise, it was still a promise.

He would be staying at her house for almost two months—Tarasha's idea to connect more with the children. A brilliant idea, without a doubt! It had already been four days since she had arrived. On her first day, she was completely nervous; afraid to speak, she remained silent until they engaged her in conversation. But since yesterday, when Tarasha successfully connected with the girl, her voice has resonated softly through the house, followed by gentle laughter. At first, he thought it would be annoying to always hear her in the background, but now that she is completely silent, he feels overwhelmed in a strange way—as if something inside the child yearns for the soft voice of his fiancée.

Although he must admit that it is taking longer than he would like, nothing is bothering him, and he is completely silent in his room. Yet he simply cannot concentrate at all; his brow furrows from the discomfort he is feeling, and the only thing occupying his mind is her.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds until he hears the door open.

He is about to leave the book lying down and go look for her because he knows that she respects the schedules he has. He would never impose himself on her as a priority. He lets out a heavy sigh; if he continues like this, he will hate what he is reading in this book. He closes the book and sets it aside.

Rena's soft voice slips through the door. He is about to get up and go with her, but the second voice resonates.

── Don't you think he will be upset? He is probably focused on the book he is reading ──

── Calm down; the child will surely appreciate that you bring him something. I also see that he is not doing anything now ──

A certain mocking tone is heard in Tarasha's voice. She knows how her child has been these days. She may not have given birth to him, but, as if that were the case, a mother knows her child.

It was all planned by her. Since she saw how Roboute acted with her in that little meeting she organized, she thought it would be a good idea for this serious and studious boy to know fun, and the best person would be his fiancée. She really had chosen well—a girl full of joy and jubilation, contrasting so much with her boy.

Rena waits for Tarasha to say something; she really does not want to bother Roboute if he is studying.

Tarasha looks at Rena, who is holding a plate of small sweets that they dedicated themselves to making in the morning. She must emphasize that they are Roboute's favorite sweets, but that is a fact she will only share after he tries something made by Rena. It was complicated, she admits. Rena had never prepared anything in her life, and she certainly had to explain many things to her, but she put effort into learning and learned quickly—very quickly, she must emphasize.

── Come on, I doubt he will be upset with you ──

He looks at her for several seconds and then glances at the plate he left on the table in front of the sofa—those sweets that Tarasha knows very well he was showing the girl.

The woman gives the girl a gentle push. She enters Roboute's room and walks with hesitant steps until she reaches the sofa where Roboute is sitting. He looks at her in silence, realizing the slight nervousness she has. Roboute can't help but smile, as if just seeing her made the annoyance disappear from his being.

Even though she is nervous around him, she doesn't look away. The nervousness that Rena feels is not due to fear or discomfort; it is more akin to the nervousness a girl would have approaching her boyfriend, although in this case, her fiancé.

── I hope I'm not bothering you Lord Roboute. Lady Tarasha told me to bring you this ──

── You don't bother me at all, Rena, and stop speaking to me so formally ──

── But... I... I'm sorry, Lord Roboute ──

He looks at her in silence; he doesn't want so many formalities, at least not with her. Roboute truly wants her to relax more around him.

Roboute softly shakes his head; he knows the level of etiquette Rena has received. Just by observing her behavior around adults, one can tell that she has been strictly instructed to be an elegant and noble lady for society.

── ...Roboute ──

The soft tone in which she says his name makes him feel butterflies. Many people have called him by his name, and he has been completely indifferent; to a certain extent, he has ignored it. So now he wonders why, when she calls him by his name, he feels like this, as if his small hands are suddenly beginning to sweat and he feels warmth on his cheeks.

Roboute comes to his senses when he realizes he has started to overanalyze everything again—a bad habit he simply cannot help. Meanwhile, his fiancée looks at him, believing he has made some mistake, and possibly the little girl is creating a thousand and one scenarios in her little head.

He doesn't even understand what is happening to him. It feels as if a whirlwind has turned everything he had planned upside down. He thought having a fiancée would be annoying, but convenient for strengthening ties with the other planets of the Macragge system, especially an agricultural planet like Nova Thulium, which is a direct exporter of food for the entire Macragge system.

── Calm down, Rena, you haven't done anything wrong ──

Roboute's hand rises to his fiancée's cheek, but Rena remains still where she is, unsure how to react to him. Her cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and she tries to look away from Roboute; if she keeps looking at him, she will become increasingly nervous.

Roboute's soft laughter resonates in the air, and the only question echoing in his mind is: How is it possible that his fiancée is so cute? He would never admit this aloud; he has a reputation to uphold as the serious boy who is essentially gifted. But deep down, he can't help but notice the little details about her that make her so unique.

He plays with his hands, attempting to hide how nervous she is right now. He always blushes first in a soft pink before turning a more reddish hue.

── You would never bother me, Rena, never ──

Roboute smiles genuinely at Rena. She can't help but blink a few times before she seems to smile back at him. Their smiles turn into soft, melodious laughter, and Tarasha watches from the doorway, filled with joy at seeing Roboute so expressive.

Rena half-opens her eyes to look at Roboute; she usually keeps them closed since she is quite sensitive to visual stimuli. Her parents had explained the reason to her, and it has never really bothered her. Even with her eyes closed, she can see everything perfectly—it's surely something related to her very sensitive sight, as if her eyes weren't closed at all. However, this isn't important right now; what matters is the boy's surprised face. It's the first time he has seen his fiancée's eyes—a bright purple color that leaves him speechless, staring at her in silence.

Roboute stares at Rena, unsure of how to react as he is entranced by those eyes.

When the girl realizes that she has unconsciously opened her eyes, she quickly closes them, feeling nervous. She shuts her eyes tightly, disappointing Roboute. Despite that, she raises her hand to his cheek, caressing it with her thumb.

── You are beautiful Rena ──

Roboute's mouth has no filter at the moment; the words spill out uncontrollably.

[ . . . ]

After that memory, guilt begins to eat away at him completely; it's undoubtedly the worst time to remember something like that. Right now, Roboute just wants to go apologize to her. No matter how bad he feels, he shouldn't have taken his frustration out on her. That's his current cycle of thoughts. He is about to raise his head and straighten up to leave his office to look for Rena—or at least that was the plan until several knocks resounded against the door, asking for permission to enter.

He assumes it's Calgar, come to talk about some matter of utmost importance. Although everything seems of utmost importance to him lately, he lets out a tired sigh. He doesn't have time for anything, not even for himself, and now he just wants to go look for his partner.

The door slowly opens, revealing Rena, holding a tray with some sweets and a jar he assumes contains a drink. Roboute blinks several times, watching his partner walk calmly toward him, unsure of how to react. He is about to apologize while she gives him her brightest smile, slowly moving the papers from the desk to avoid getting them stained by the crumbs the small sweets will drop.

── Rena... ──

She doesn't say anything; she just sits calmly in a space she made on the desk and continues smiling at him, with no hint of anger on her face, as if nothing had happened.

── I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have taken my stress out on you, Rena ──

Rena sighs softly, still keeping the smile on her face. She slowly opens her eyes to look at her partner. Only in moments of complete intimacy can she allow herself to relax enough to open her eyes. Sometimes, it's annoying due to the sudden visual stimuli, but it's worth it to see Roboute's face.

── It's okay; calm down. I know you're stressed, and I'm not angry at all. Well, maybe a little, but it will pass ──

She jokes softly with that sweet tone of voice. Roboute can only look at her; he would understand perfectly if she had gotten angry with him.

Rena brings her face closer to Roboute’s, giving him a soft kiss, cutting the cycle of thoughts that are forming again.

Roboute makes a face when he sees her unconsciously touch herself with her hand. Even in this situation, she is still rationally calm. He can only wonder if he is truly a man worthy of being with her, someone who seeks a pacifist solution to every problem.

── Stop thinking about it so much. I will accept your apologies because I was hurt by the way you acted ──

At that time—and he can bet that until now, too—she is still a woman desired by anyone. Elegant, intelligent, and calm, she could learn to do anything if she tried; she would never give up. From what he knows about Calgar, she only took care of everything he left. It's as if she had been waiting for him and...

Roboute's train of thought suddenly stops when he feels something soft brush his lips. Rena's face is just a few centimeters away from him; she smiles at him after giving him a soft kiss. He knows what that look means—he is wandering in his mind again, thinking about a thousand and one things unconsciously.

── Relax for just a second, do it for me, okay my love? ──

Rena takes the plate of small sweets and places it on her thighs. She takes one slowly while bringing it to Roboute's lips. He looks silently at his partner, then nods and eats what she offers.

Rena's soft laughter would be the melody that Roboute always wants to hear. He can't stop thinking about the ordeal that has made her suffer, and yet she continues to smile for him like the first day.

Negative thoughts come back to him, like a storm about to form.

── Don't think about anything now, will you? I know you very well, too well. Just let me take care of you for a while, okay? ──

Roboute raises his hand, moving the plate of candy from Rena's thighs. Seconds later, he rests his head in that area. She laughs softly again, raises her right hand, begins to caress his head, hums a soft melody, and looks at him with eyes full of love.

── Like old times, right? ──

The teasing tone resonates in Rena's voice. Roboute can only remember when they were still young—he, like overnight as Tarasha would say, would no longer separate from his fiancée, although he always had some excuse for being with her at that moment.

How relaxed he feels next to her; how peaceful it is to be by her side.

── You should also take a bath. I can help you bathe if you want; I know that everything is still very complicated with the whole armor of destiny thing ──

── It's okay. We can stay like this for as long as you need. Remember, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side ──

── Let's just stay like this for a while longer ──

As I said I just wanted to write this to please myself a little, I have good times and not so good times, and I think this helps me feel better.

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