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druidwolf21 · 19 days ago

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How do the primarchs confess their feelings to the reader? (and maybe first kiss too)

aaahhh this idea is so cute i couldnt resist!

Hope you like it!

tw: mild jealous behaviour for some, possible dubious (but implied) consent for Konrad Curze (probably not, but better safe than sorry)

A/N: i went a little possessive with some of these, because we all want them to be a lil jealous. All gender neutral (hopefully, please let me know if i missed one!)

As always not proof read, it's too hot to think.

First kiss and Confessions of the primarchs

Lion El'Jonson

Lion El'jonson was not to be trifled with, either as a primarch or as a man. And when someone put their hands over what was his? There was going to be consequences.

The lion watched the governor press your knuckles to his lips and seethed, jaw clenched and blood boiling. You were his. who did this man think he was to put his filthy hands all over you.

It didn't matter that he hadn't told you all of this. You should know. Obviously.

Storming over towards, Lion gripped your shoulder and all but snarled at your would be suitor, relishing the mans abrupt and panicked departure. Watching the helm doors click shut, he turned to you with a scowl, finding you already frowning up at him.

"My Lord, how am I supposed to do my job if you keep scaring everyone off"

"He was too familiar. I didn't like how he touched you"

You rolled your eyes, gently shrugging his hand off your shoulder.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, my lord. But part of my job is dealing with people like him"

"I don't like it. He should keep his hand off what isn't his"

You scoffed, lions eyes narrowing as you raised an eye brow at him.

"what isn't his? You make it sound like I belong to you"

"You do"

You froze. Watching with bated breath, the primarch knelt before you and took your jaw in his hand, squeezing your cheeks between calloused fingers. His lips hovered inches from yours and you felt his warm breath against your skin.

"You are mine" He muttered, closing the distance. "All mine."

Fulgrim

"You look radiant"

Fulgrim took a seat in a chair and beamed at you as you spun, wearing the new shirt he had gifted you, His legions colours in soft silk and gilded thread sat snuggly across your chest, showing a little more skin than you would normally be comfortable with.

"It fits you splendidly" he mused, leaning toward you and tugging the seams, nodding to himself. "And the colour does look very good on you"

You shuffled nervously, feeling his violet eyes raking up and down your frame. "But something is still missing. Ah!"

He reached into a pocket, pulling out a delicate golden chain, the primarchs winged sigil dangling from it. He moved closer, his breath ghosting the top of your head as he reached behind you to fasten the chain.

"I am very grateful, but don't you think its a bit much?"

Fulgrim paused, his fingers stilling just above the nape of your neck.

"what do you mean?"

"Oh, please don't think I'm being rude, I love it! its just... its a lot, just to give all of this to me. people might get the wrong idea"

"and what idea is that"

Heat rose in your face as Fulgrim's lips brushed you ear in a whisper

"w-well walking around in your colours, with your crest people might think that we're...that I'm"

"That you're mine?"

Fulgrim laughed as you blushed, placing his hands on your cheeks he tilted your face up towards him.

"I wouldnt mind if people thought that" He hummed, passing his thumb over your lip. "Would you?"

You shook your head.

"No" you breathed, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the kiss. "No I wouldn't"

Perturabo

"What are you doing"

You jumped, hearing Perturabo's voice echo through his work shop, reverberating around the metal walls before the room fell silent again.

"Forgive me, I was sorting this for you."

You gestured towards the work bench, rolls of blue prints and schematics neatly stacked in three different piles. Under his taciturn watch, you explained.

"One pile for in progress, one for under construction and one for completed"

Perturabo continued to stare at the neatened work top, eyes silently casting over the bench and then to you

"Why did you do this"

"I wanted to help"

Perturabo's brow creased in a frown. A muscle in his jaw twitched and suddenly he was striding towards you. Your face remained calm, but your body tensed, wanting to run when he scruffed you and sat you on the worktop.

"Where do you find the gall to meddle with my work" he growled, placing his hands either side of your hips and leaning in close. The smell of hot iron lingered on his skin, filling your nose.

"No matter how many times I, have you removed, you keep crawling back into my workshop, I've had men killed for less"

You looked the primarch straight in his eye, holding his heavy gaze and smiled.

"I know, my lord"

"Then what makes you think you're so special?"

You shook your head. "I don't think that my lord, i just-"

He cut you off midsentence, his voice dropping low "Because id love to know what is so special about you, that I keep allowing it"

"Do you...want me here?" you whispered.

Every thought left your head as Perturabo captured you lips, the kiss was heated and as forceful as the primarch himself, leaving you breathless and winded when he finally pulled back.

"You may return tomorrow" he coughed, turning from you and loosing himself in his work, regaining his composure despite the faint pink blushing his cheeks.

"Of course, my lord" You bowed, hiding the smile breaking out across your face and practically skipping from the workshop.

Jaghatai Khan

Oil dripped from your hand is thick iridescent globs, pooling at your feet. You dragged the back of your hand across your forehead and closed the small hatch on the side of the bike.

"I could have done this myself"

You turned, watching Jaghatai approach you and wave off other serfs. He stopped beside you and leant down, running his finger along the fresh weld.

"It is an impressive repair. Almost unnoticeable"

"Thank you, Lord Khan"

He smirked at you "But I still could have done this myself"

"I know, my lord. But if I let you do everything you wanted to, id be out of a job."

Jaghatai laughed, throwing his leg over the jet bike and testing the balance. He nodded approvingly and looked back at you.

"You always do fine work for me, you are a fine mechanic" He looked at you and then quickly returned his gaze to the bike. "And I enjoy your company"

Your heart jumped in your chest. "I enjoy your company too, My lord Jaghatai"

"Do you now"

His eyes remained firmly locked on the chassis of his bike as he replied, picking at something on the metal casing. You frowned and stepped forward, concerned you had made an error in the repairs.

As you reached out to run your finger along the metal, the khans hand shot out, gripping your wrist and pulling you up on the boke, straddling his lap.

One hand still clasping your wrist, the other caressed your cheek, tilting your face up to look at him. His lips brushed yours and you sighed into the kiss, your hands gripping his thighs for balance.

"Shall we go for a ride?" he whispered against your mouth.

You nodded, leaning in to deepen the kiss again "Absolutely."

Leman Russ

You watched, leaning on the wall in a a darkened alcove as tribesmen and warriors bustled past you, preparing weapons and armour for their departure. Leman stood towering over them, deep in conversation with the strange man clad in golden armour. After a moment, the stranger from the stars nodded and left, taking his shimmering, spear wielding guards with him.

Lemans blue eyes followed him, before casting about the room and alighting on you. You tilted your head in greeting and watched through a frown as he parted his army to approach you.

"I guess you're leaving then" you nodded towards the commotion and pushing yourself off the wall. "You're leaving Fenris?"

Leman nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Aye, I am"

"I see. When will you be back?"

"I don't know"

You nodded, silently seething before replying.

"So you're leaving the rest of us behind?"

You made to push past the wolf king, jumping when you felt his calloused palm lock around your upper arm.

"I'm not leaving you" He growled, blue eyes gleaming at you in the dark.

"You are" You hissed "You're leaving us behind on the word of someone you don't even know"

"No, I'm not leaving you" He dropped to a knee, spinning you and forcing you to face him. "I am not leaving you here. Come with me"

"What"

"I want you to come along with me."

Leman pulled you forward, his lips crashing into yours and his hands clasping around your body. Distantly, you could here the whooping of tribesman, but all you could think about was how soft his touch was despite his battle hardened exterior.

Breaking the kiss, Leman pressed his forehead to yours an inhaled deeply before puffing out a hot breath that hung in the air.

"Please?" he muttered "Say you'll come"

Rogal dorn

Rogal Dorn was a stoic man. His brothers knew it, his sons knew it. He was as unyielding as the very walls of terra. So then why did every sly grin from you, every quite chuckle and stolen glance send every thought spinning out of his head and leave his firm hands shaking.

And when he watched another serf put his hand on your shoulder, he felt like the walls of his own unconquerable fortresses had been torn down to rubble.

No this wouldnt do at all.

That night, you slipped past his guard with a soft smile bearing fresh paper for his schematics and chiming data slates with pics and messages chiming on the fuzzy screen.

"The items you requested, Lord Dorn" you bowed. Placing the pile on his desk you blinked up at him, flushing as you found his gaze locked on to you. "Excuse me, my lord"

"No. You are not excused"

Dorn's voice rang clear in the quiet of of his workspace. not rising from his seat, he gestured you towards him, his eyes trailing you up and down.

"My lord? Have I displeased you?" Your voice shook slightly, but your back remained straight and unbowed, staring straight back at the primarch.

"I am displeased"

He raised his hand, hesitating for a split second before settling on taking your hand in his own. You stood frozen, completely thrown out at his hesitation and softness.

"I am displeased, because every time I see you I cannot think straight. Every time someone else touches you, I feel rage I cannot understand" He paused for a breath, squeezing your fingers before continuing "I am the Praetorian of terra, and yet I find myself distracted by thoughts of you. I find every defence I have ever raised brought low by your voice"

Breathless, you felt his hand slowly climb your arm, skating along your shoulder before gripping your chin.

"I don't not know how to do this." He muttered, leaning down towards you "But I know that I want you. Tell me what to say to make you mine"

"I am yours" you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss sent warmth through your body.

Konrad Kurze

confidence is key you told yourself, walking through the halls of the Nightfall and ignoring the haunting wails that echoed through the bowels of the ship. Night lord astartes watched you pass, the seal on their helms hissing as they turned to glare at your frail form. They cocked their heads, listening to something before slinking away snarling at each other.

confidence is key you told yourself as you turned and found yourself facing a hall with no lighting, darkness completely enveloping the corridor. Taking a deep inhale and steeling yourself, Back straight and eyes forward, you stepped forward and allowed the dark to consume you.

"Confidence is key" came the whisper in the gloom, cold hands gripping your shoulders, spooking you. "And you seem very confident"

You gasped feeling the night haunters breath ghosting your neck and his thin fingers brushing along your arms before vanishing.

"You scared me, My lord Kurze"

He remained silent. You knew he was there, you could feel him somewhere in the dark watching you. You waited, for what felt like a life time, until you doubted your instincts. Then he finally spoke.

"You have not visited me for a while, little serf. Have you grown bored of your Primarch?"

His voice was teasing, but you could sense a bite behind them.

"Not at all, My lord. Unfortunately I have had other duties that have kept me from your company"

"Hmm. I shall have those duties assigned to someone else"

His hand was suddenly on the back of your head, tilting your face upwards. His breath was warm on your cheeks and you grinned manically as his grip tightened.

confidence is key

"My brave little serf" He cooed from the dark "How I have missed your company."

"And I yours, my lord"

Konrad paused, flexing his fingers on your skin, considering your words.

"Did you?" He muttered. "Did you....Miss me"

You tangled your hands through his long dark hair, relying on touch alone to draw his head towards you. You pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss, smirking when he pushed into the embrace.

"Mine" He rumbled into the kiss, grapsing at your body. "You are mine"

Sanguinius

"You look...amazing"

You blushed at the angels words. Smoothing the long robe and pulling the hood up around your head to shield you form the heat of baal, you turned and looked in the mirror.

"Thank you, Sanguinius. I hope my new husband thinks so too"

The reflection of his face changed slightly; a scowl creasing his handsome face before he smothered it with an easy smile. He knelt down behind you and tweaked the robe, straightening a crease from its length

"If he doesn't he's an idiot. I will tell him so myself."

You laughed and turned, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into him.

Sanguinius knelt unmoving, before reluctantly returning you hug. His breaths came sharper and you felt his hands twitch on your shoulder and waist. You stayed in his embrace, smelling the wind in his hair and feeling the warmth of his body on your own until the bell tolled, signalling the wedding procession.

You made to pull back, finding yourself pinned against him.

"Sanguinius i-"

"Don't do this" he whispered, clutching you to him. "Don't go with him"

"I don't understand"

"Be mine" He pulled you away finally and holding you at arms length.

"I love you." His eyes blazed as he looked at you. "I need you."

His lips crashed into yours before you could speak, his usual softness gone, replaced by fevered desperation to convey what he feared his words could not. You sank into the kiss, loosing yourself and you felt him soften with you.

"I'm yours"

Ferrus manus

You huffed at the screw, scowling when it refused to tighten any further. The palm of your hand was red with the effort of gripping the screwdriver and your fingers ached with the exertion, but still you fiddled and tweaked.

"What are you doing?"

The screw driver clattered to the ground and you squeaked, turning to find Ferrus scowling at the disregard to his tools. With a low groan, you slid from your chair and reached down to pick it back up.

"I was just fiddling" you replied sheepishly.

Ferrus covered the distance to you in an easy step and grabbed you wrist, twisting you hand upwards and staring at the raw skin. His steely eyes flicked between your palm and the workbench before releasing you.

You shrugged off the contact and made your way back towards the table, lifting your creation up to show him. A small pendant, simple and silver, hanging from a ceramite chain. The gorgon took it in his hand and turned it over before going to hand it back to you. You shook your head and reached towards it, taping a small button on the side. A hologram popped up, showing the planet of Medusa and its surrounding stars.

"You made this?" he rumbled, tracking the spinning solar system in his hand.

"Yes. For you"

"I see"

His face remained passive and you panicked.

"Oh i know its not very good. I dont have your talent, my lord. I just thought-"

The breath was pushed from your lungs as ferrus picked you up and sat you on the workbench, towering over you and pressing his lips to yours as his silvered hands caged you in. You squeaked and then relaxed, the familiar smell of molten metal lingered on his skin and the taste of salt on his tongue.

He finally broke the kiss and pulled back, leaving you dazed.

"Don't push yourself for me again" he growled, looking back down at the pendant still in his grasp and you watched him slip the chain over his head and stash it beneath his apron. Finally looking back at you, he softened.

"We'll do it together next time"

Angron

Angron's hand smashed into the wall, denting the steel and causing it to groan under the impact. He roared and raised his fist, hammering into the metal again. Behind him he could hear the fleeing footsteps of serfs as they bolted from the room in panic, no doubt whispering warnings and curses about him.

"Angron is losing it"

"Angron is a monster"

"Angron is an animal"

"He is needs to be put down. He needs-"

"Fresh towels, and clean water. you, bring bandages, NOW!"

Your voice cut through the bite of the nails, pulling him out of the red mist he found himself ensnared in. You stood to the side, pointing and shouting orders, grabbing serfs as they ran past.

His little serf, so loyal. Always right there to bandage up his wounds and soothe the angry shrieks of the neural implants eating away at his humanity.

His chest tightened and he stilled, feeling the fury ebb out of his body, leaving him tired, but calm. You glanced over, noticing the silence and rushed to his side, ushering the remaining servants out.

"My lord its ok, im here. what do you need"

"You-" he croaked, his voice cracking. "You are still here"

you cocked your head, curious. "Of course i am"

"Why"

You considered your words carefully before responding.

"Because...you need me."

Angron reached for you, brushing his finger along the line of your jaw and down your throat, nodding to himself.

"I need you..."

You lurched forward suddenly when he snagged the front of your shirt and pulled you towards him. His eyes were wild as he hooked his hands under your arms and pressed your back to the wall, your head inches from the dent in the hull. You reached a trembling hand to his face and held his cheek.

"Yes" You whispered "You need someone to look after you. You're not a monster, Angron"

His mouth was on you in a second, inexperienced and still flushed with adrenaline, the kiss was messy and heated. But deeper he pushed, the quieter the nails were.

and you were so soft in his hands.

"Yes, yes i need you"

Roboute Guilliman

Cato Sicarius was certain of many things. One: that he was the best damn fighter in the Ultramarines. Two: That the glory of the imperium and Ultramar came before all else. And three: That he had NO idea what was going on in his Primarch's head.

He stood stock straight at his genefathers side, helmet tucked to his side and bolter and blade holstered watching with mild concern as Guilliman paced back and forth. Cato marvelled at the strength of the marble floor, surprised there wasn't a deep furrow from the lords constant footfall.

"Tell me Cato, what would you do in my position."

The marine snapped to attention, frowning slightly at the question.

"My lord?"

Guilliman leant on his desk and sighed, rubbing his temples.

"If you had to choose between providing information that could drastically improve a situation, or render it completely void with no chance of reconciliation, what would you do"

Cato considered the question, looking for any hidden meaning behind it. Finding none, he shrugged and answered.

"My lord If I may speak frankly, a chance of improving any situation should be grasped with both hands. Those who choose otherwise are not worthy of your time nor effort"

The primarch seemed genuinely surprised at the marines answer, mulling over his response. They stood in silence for a moment longer before a sharp knock at the door interrupted. Sicarius watched as decades of stress and age left his lord face, Roboute perking up at the noise.

"Cato you may leave, send them in on your way out"

Cato flashed the aquilla across his chest and made for the door, propping it open as the little baseline hurried past him with a radiant smile.

"Thank you, Lord Sicarius" you beamed, stepping under his arm.

Cato chuffed, making his exit and trying to smother his ego as you congratulated him on his many battle merits.

"He'll need a new helmet if his head gets any bigger" chuckled Guiliman, pulling you up a chair.

You laughed and took a seat "Oh leave him be" you stifled your laugh and looked at Roboute "Its nice to see you laughing. it does me good to see you looking happier"

The thirteenth froze, halfway through pouring you a glass of wine, shaking himself from the sudden weight he felt at your words, he handed you the glass.

"I suppose I am happier.."

He held your gaze, hoping you would catch his meaning and put him out of his misery. Instead you sipped your glass before placing it down beside you.

"Good, I want you to be happy"

a chance of improving any situation should be grasped with both hands

Steeling himself he knelt in front of you, grabbing your hand and holding it between both of his massive ones. He looked you in the eye, ignoring the startled look jumping across your face and braced.

"I'm happier because I have you" he blurted, heat building in his cheeks, matching the own pink staining your face. "I love you and I want this to be more than it is and I want to do this properly-"

He was cut off as you kissed him, the taste of sweet wine on your tongue sent his body into overdrive, your fingers locking into his blonde crop to pull him towards you.

"Just kiss me already, Roboute"

Mortarion.

"Its ok, i know it hurts but we're nearly done"

Mortarion paused outside the door, listening to your voice float through the cracks. Peering through the gap, he watched you wrap a bandage around the young girls hand and then kiss her knuckles.

"See? All better. You're so brave!"

The child laughed and slid from the medic table. Mortarion watched the girls mother grab your hands and thank you, tears in her eyes when you pressed a medical bundle into her hand with a smile.

Pulling back, the primarch gripped his chest, feeling an odd tension behind his ribs when he watched you pick up another child and swing them around before setting them on the table and pulling more wraps free. Suddenly, as though sensing his presence, you turned towards the door, catching a glimpse of him as he ducked away.

"I'll be back in just a moment, you stay here" You tapped the child on the nose and walked towards mortarion, slipping through the door and closing it quietly behind you.

"My lord, did you need me for something? If you are injured I can come and attend you in your quarters like I always do" you stepped towards him, blinking up at him looking for fresh wounds.

"No I am not injured"

Your eyes moved to his hand, still laid on his chest.

"IS it your chest? Take a seat, Let me listen" Before he could protest, you ushered him onto a bed, ignoring the bunks groan under the primarchs sheer size.

"Really i am-" Mortarions heart began thundering behind his ribcage as you pressed your ear to his chest, your small fingers locked around his wrist monitoring his pulse.

"Your heartrate is up" you murmured "Is something bothering you?"

"You are" he cracked, the words coming out shorter than he intended.

"Forgive me, Lord. I didnt realise i was bothering you"

"No i just mean" he stumbled over his words before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a kiss. His breath was hot on your skin and he trembled slightly when your lips moved against his. Breaking free for air, you gasped at the pale king, sitting dumbstruck on the medbed.

"is...that... what was bothering you?"

He nodded, reaching for you again and recoiling at his own actions.

"I have...wanted to do that for some time" He placed his hand back over his hearts. "It feels...good"

You reached up and cupped his cheeks with both your hands, gently pulling him back towards you.

"Then I should do it again" you whispered, going in for another kiss "Doctors orders"

Magnus

You reread the note in your hand, watching the ink swirl around the yellowed page.

Meet me in the library. Midnight. Come alone.

A hand alighted on your shoulder and you shrieked, smothering your mouth with your palm as you spun away from the contact.

Magnus chuckled, reaching for you again.

"Did I make you jump" he mused, his eye twinkling in the filtered moonlight seeping through the arching doors of the balcony.

"You know you did" you huffed, clutching your chest like your heart was threatening to jump out. "did you drag me out of bed just to scare me?"

"Of course not, I have a matter of great importance I need to discuss with you"

Taking your hand, he led you out to the balustrade.

"Magnus its too cold out here to-"

Your voice was lost as you looked up at the night sky. Blue, purples and greens danced across the stars in a swathe of ethereal light, painting the streets of Tzica in a curtain of ethereal colour.

"Oh Magnus its beautiful"

Magnus put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you close to him, watching your eyes light up with every flash of new light.

"Be mine"

"what?" you looked up at him, at the easy smile playing across his face and the wind dancing through his scarlet hair.

"This is all for you. I will do this for you every night. I will paint the sky in whatever colours you desire. I will bend worlds for you, give you things you cant even imagine"

"You don't need to do all of that Magnus"

The primarchs smile faded slightly, confusion apart on his face.

"I would do anything for you" he pressed. "I can give you whatever you desire-"

you laid your hand over his and squeezed.

"I just want you"

Magnus picked you up and pulled you close, the heat of his kiss pushing the night chill from your body as he held you beneath the painted sky of Tzica.

Horus Lupercal

Horus was the epitome of confidence, strolling up to you and casually taking your hand like he had known you for years.

well, he had. But things had changed. In the 4 years since you had last seen him, Horus had risen to warmaster. Gaining fame and glory in the name of the imperium, he had grown larger than life.

And yet.

When he had returned for you; taking your hand so softly between his, kissing your knuckles and smiling that same self assured grin he always had, maybe not much has changed at all. He was still your best friend, the same mane you knew.

But for Horus, everything had changed.

4 years apart had done nothing to quell the need for you that coiled in his gut. And Horus was a conqueror, when he wanted something, he took it.

"Horus, what is this?"

You had entered his chambers to find the lighting dark, illuminated instead by the low flickering light of candles upon a laden table. Meats and fruits sprawled across the surface and a pitcher of wine sat in the middle. At one end sat Horus, grinning at you over the rim of a goblet.

"I'm winning you over, isn't it obvious" He laughed, rising to his feet to pull out your chair. It was so infectious you found yourself chuckling back.

"You've already won me over" you allowed him to help you into your seat.

"Not in the way i want" his voice was low, whispered into your ear as he bent and tucked your chair in. Shivers crawled up your spine and a pleasant warmth bloomed in your body at his words.

"Oh? and what do you want" you cooed back, falling into his flirtation far to easily.

"You" he shot back, relishing how easily you became flustered.

"Do you plan on conquering me, war master"

It was Horus turn to pause, his smile spreading as he pulled the chair back out and spun it, pushing the chair onto its back legs as he balanced his hand on the back rest and lent close.

"Perhaps I do" he purred "Unless you are ready to discuss the terms of your surrender"

"And what would those be?"

The taste of fine wine and gunpowder coated your tongue as Horus silenced you with a kiss. It was, as all things the war master does, far too perfect and far to easy to fall into, his tongue running along your lip before he pulled back.

"I like these terms, war master"

Lorgar

"This is far too much, Lorgar"

Lorgar slumped, holding the book of poems and litanies in his hand. Written inside were works dedicated to you, his love for you, what he would do for you.

"What is wrong with them" he cracked, gesturing for you to take them again "This is for you, its all for you"

You shuffled backwards, shaking your head.

"Lorgar its too much, i dont want this"

The primarch fell to his knees before you, reaching for you, only to stop himself before he could brush against your skin. He stared at you like a holy icon, something so tantalisingly within reach, but to profound to grasp.

"Nothing is too much for you" he whispered "Nothing will ever be too much for you"

you stepped towards hi, reaching out and tracing along the intricate tattoos across his face. He shuddered under your touch, fer and euphoria alighting on his face.

Tell me what you want, I will give you anything, everything"

"I just want you, Lorgar. Only you"

You gestured to the scattered pages littering the floor around you.

"I dont need any of this."

"Then what?"

"Kiss me

Lorgar was on you in a breath, hands trembling as they gripped your body and his lips pressing into yours with delicate restraint, holding himself back from desire he considered to base to indulge, but all to willing to dive into at your demand.

"Take me, lorgar. Make me yours"

Vulkan

Vulkan watched quietly as you tidied around his forge, sweeping old ash and molten metal into a neat pile before moving on to organising his tools. Half were far to heavy, too long or too cumbersome for you to carry, but still you persevered.

Great care was taken with everything you did. Delicate hands polishing the dust from his anvil, refilling his oils and checking the stock of his ore. A list was laid on the side, your hand writing gradually filling the page as you made a note of everything his was low on.

A contended warmth grew in the salamanders chest, making his chest and throat feel tight. His fingers itched, aching to hold you close, to show you the same care you showed to the hammer that shaped his swords as you ran your fingers over it, checking for damage.

He'd watched you do this for weeks now, quietly slipping from your bunk to attend to his workshop when you thought no one would see you. Each time left him feeling like a secret shard. But as your visits. continued, so did the feeling in his chest.

The first time he had approached you had left you weak at the knees and fearful, but each night you relaxed a little more and each night Vulkan left feeling like he was closer to something that left him feeling hotter than his forge.

"How long have you done this?"

You jumped, reeling as the primarch emerged from the shadow.

"My lord i didnt see you there. I should expect you after all this time, but you still make me jump."

HE shook his head, asking again "how long have you been doing this? cleaning up, checking my inventory?"

"Only a few hours, my lord"

"I meant in general"

You shook your head "I couldn't say, Lord Vulkan. One day i passed and noticed you were low on Prometheum. I had a barrel brought up and from there..." You faded off.

"You've been keeping it filled for me" He rumbled, running his hand along the polished anvil. "And expecting nothing in return? why?"

"Because its for you"

The quiet smile on your face left the primarch feeling weak, his chest tightening again. His crimson eyes burned into you, but you stood firm, ignoring your body as it screamed at you to cow beneath his Prescence. He knelt in front of you and brushed a piece of iron lint from your shoulder, warm hands brushing across your jaw as he reach out. He froze, feeling your own feeble warmth beneath his burning temperature, feeling the softness of your skin beneath the callous of his knuckles and felt his restrain snap.

Before he could think, he had pulled you against him, bringing your face up to his and capturing your lips. the kiss was soaked in burning desire, hot and heavy he left you panting beneath his touch.

"Let me know you more" he whispered, sliding his hand down your back. "Let me know all of you

Corvus Corax

"Its just the dark, its just the dark. There's nothing to be afraid of"

You whimpered to yourself, edging your way along the dark bowels of the shadow of the emperor. The ship groaned and creaked in the vast expanse of space, but offered no reprieve.

"Its just the dark its fine, you're ok" You continued to babble, trying to stem the tears that had begun to flow down your cheeks.

You hadnt meant to get so lost, but the ship was dark and the jump from the immaterium into real space had left your sense smothered and confused.

"Help me" you croaked, collapsing to your knees and sobbing. "Help me please"

"I'm here"

Corvus' voice sounded behind you, and you lurched to your feet groping outwards until his hand closed around yours. With a choked cry, you fell into him, nuzzling against his stomach.

"Corvus!" you wailed "Corvus you came for me, i was so scared"

"I know" his tone was low, gentle as he consoled you, running his hand along the top of your head "When i saw you were gone, i had to come find you. i had to know you were safe"

"Please don't leave me" you cried into him.

"I wont. I wont ever leave you"

He sank to the floor with you, clutching you to his chest and allowing you to cry in the dark, smearing your tears into his cloak. The steady tump thump thump of his hearts and the smell of fresh ink gradually soothed you and you slowly hiccupped yourself into silence.

"I meant it" Corvus spoke, breaking the peaceful quiet. "I wont leave you. Ever. If you want me. If you will have me."

His long hair tickled your skin as you tilted your head up, finding his lips already waiting for you. His kiss was soft, gentle and quiet as the night, leaving your head spinning and your heart settled. After claiming your lips, he kissed the tears from your cheeks.

"Im always here"

Alpharius/Omegon

"You should eat" you placed the tray down on the table beside the primarch "It wont do anyone any good if you waste away.

Alpharius glanced at you before looking away.

"I have already eaten" He gestured to the empty plate sitting next to the fresh tray.

"No, your brother has eaten, you havent"

Alpharius grinned at you, watching you roll your eyes exasperated.

"How can you be so sure"

"I know you" you replied simply, pouring him a glass and offering it to him alongside a small plate "Now please? At least have something"

"You are a marvel" he laughed, taking the goblet and quaffing it in one swift mouthful. "I think you're the only one to tell the difference"

"Its not that hard" You shrugged, "you're both so different"

"Oh?"

You nodded.

"Omegon has a sweet tooth, you prefer savoury. Omegon sit a particular way in that chair, but you recline back more. Your smile is softer than your brothers, it reaches your eyes-"

You stopped yourself, blushing furiously.

Alpharius cocked his head and grabbed your wrist, pulling you to straddle him in his chair, the plate falling to the floor with a clatter.

"You know me so well" He sighed, his mouth pressed to your ear like he was whispering a secret.

"Maybe i should get to know you?"

You squirmed, heat rushing around your body as the door opened and Omegaon slipped in. The twin took one look at the precarious situation you found yourself and grinned.

"Oh, we've decided to make a move, have we?"

You glanced between them "Wh-what?"

"Ive seen how you look at us" Alpharius laughed.

"Seen the way your eyes linger" continued Omegon, moving behind the chair and grabbing your chin to look at him.

"We want to know you better"

Omegon's lips brushed yours, tenderly, teasing as his brothers mouth found your throat. You gasped and Omegaon released you, only to find yourself pulled into a kiss by Alpharius. Firmer, more dominating, his tongue pushing in to taste you.

When he finally released you, you head was reeling. The Brothers laughed and you gazed between them from beneath wet lashes.

"Lets see what other differences you can find..."

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thevoidscreams · 7 months ago

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How would each primemarch be if their wife is pregnant with their child?

No real warnings for this one other than pregnancy Lion: He's as cool as ever on the outside but he's secretly a mess on the inside. The lion is not the kind to be very open with his emotions so to some (Of the few who actually know) it might seem he has no feelings at all about his wife carrying his progeny. However those who know him better notice how close he keeps you from the start. He's not going to allow anything to happen to his beautiful lioness. 2: Went out for milk and didn't come back. Fulgrim: "Oh have you heard? My darling wife is with child." This man could not be anymore different, he makes sure everyone knows and is appropriately excited. After all how could they not be? He was going to have a child that was truly his own. He parades you about in clothes that show your progressive belly and he makes a show of rubbing it in. Not even his most beloved brother Ferrus is spared. Well to be fair Ferrus is especially the target of the pheonicians excitement.

Perturabo: He is quietly delighted his giant hands have never been so gentle. His honor guard becomes yours for the whole duration, not that they weren't ordered to keep you safe as well, but now they are especially vigilant. He doesn't make a fuss about it outwardly but the nursery soon fills with tiny marvels of engineering for your future child.

Jaghatai: He's also quiet about it, but he's always been a bit aloof about his brother. But in private he is incredibly happy, practically worshiping your body. Making sure you only have the best food. He's a very dedicated husband and soon to be father.

Leman: Is boastful about it. But also very vigilant. He's not letting you out of his sight so long as you've got his pup in your womb. He keeps you warm on cold nights as he refuses to let his child be born anywhere but on Fenris so you do have to suffer the biting cold. Don't worry though, you'll have more furs than you can shake a stick at to keep you comfortable.

Rogal:

No one even knew you were pregnant until the kid came. Though their were signs, kinda, like every place you stepped foot in having even more recent additions to the defenses. His best sons being put on guard duty. A rare quiet smile on his contemplative face and stern face. His apothecaries are the only ones not completely shocked.

Curze:

Oh boy if he was a mess before?... Hes actually quite mellow for most of the pregnancy, of course that is once he's established paternity. It's not that he doubts you, it's that there are other men on his ship and he can't trust them. He holds you even closer now at night. Whispering feverish, yet loving inanities to you. His hard bitter laugh has a softer edge to it now. Could it be that he might finally have two good things in his life to bring his mind out of the darkness?

Sanguinius: I'm saying it now, he started trying early, as soon as the ring was on your finger. Sanguinius loves his sons and that love is only amplifies for the child growing in your womb. But along with that love is a terrible anxiety, what if the child is touched by his thirst, doomed to live with the curse as he and his other children are? He'll love them all the same absolutely nothing will change that. And he somehow loves you even more for this gift of life you are creating with him.

Ferrus: His massive metal hands hold you so gently when you give him the news. He has so much to do, and so much to be. Now he must also be a real father, not only to his astartes, but to a small bundle of life that will share half of his dna. Should he tell anyone? Fulgrim? His father? Ferrus feels very real uncertainty about it. He will tell no one, he decides and puts an even more robust guard around you at all times unless you are with him, in his arms. It becomes the safest place in universe just for you.

11: Went out for smokes and didn't come back.

Angron: How did this even happen? Most people assumed your marriage to this giant butcher was all for show. But no, he is your husband and despite his moments of temporary insanity at the clawing of nails in his brain, he managed to do it. He won't touch you unfortunately. Despite his general disposition about things he does not hate you, and his fear of the nails keeps his hands at bay. No matter how much you plead. He will not risk the life of his child. In his moments of clarity you hold his hand, and kiss it, he tells you he loves you. You alone in the universe as he twitches at the biting of the nails. Maybe he will go back to perturabo and finally allow his brother to aid him. For your sake and for your child.

Roboute: Also quite hush hush about the pregnancy, he journals the whole experience, and builds the nursery with his own hands, putting his own little touches on the place. His hearts swell with delight every time he thinks about it. He holds you in his arms as he picks the handcrafted animals that will go into the rooms. He thanks you softly for allowing him to have this experience. He also has the whole timeline planned out for the pregnancy, you let him have it despite knowing that these things hardly ever go exactly according to plan.

Mortarion: Is this even allowed? Is what he keeps thinking to himself, but he is happy. Fearful as well as you progress, what if he ends up being like the awful monster that raised him? Or even like his own father. He vows to not be those men, he promises to you over and over that he will be the best father. On his knees, he swears to you. He loves you so much and his love your child as well.

Magnus: As soon as you tell him that you're with child he begins divining. Looking into the potential futures to ensure his child's safety. He messages you with his collection of scented oils as he tells you of the endless futures he's seen. He loves to touch you, to feel the aura of his little one growing inside you. He'll know them better than even you by the time they're born. His sons are just as joyful about all this, but do come up with some wild concerns that you never even considered. Magnus puts all theirs worries and yours to rest, telling you hes seen what may happen and will not allow any negatives to come to pass. He is arrogant, for sure, but it does make your fears less.

Horus: He couldn't have kept it under wraps even if he tried. His sons soon learn from the mournival and now every lunar wolf is on high alert to keep you safe. Even Ezekiel, those that's on orders from his primarch. Horus spends as much time as he is able with you. He's glad to be a father, a true father, fulfilling his unspoken desires at long last. He treats you like a queen, and you are never far from his side. As he speaks soft words of love to you and kisses your hands and cheeks.

Lorgar: Lorgar looks at you as if you hung the stars yourself when you tell him. He dedicates himself to you throughout the whole process, at you beck and call the whole time. He acquires for you the most luxurious things he can to pamper you. Most of your evenings are spent with him massaging you with lotions or oils as her tells you tales from his compliances. He adores you so much. Vulkan: He is likely the most outwardly expressive with his delight. Not boasting or bragging but delightedly sharing the good news with his family. It's a nice feeling, to be so openly praised by a primarch. He, like many of this other builder brothers makes toys for his soon to arrive child. He's attentive, maybe even a bit smothering. But it's all to ensure that you are happy and well. His sons are also over the moon at the news, there much beloved legion mother carrying their brother or sister. You will certainly be very safe and loved, that's for sure.

Corvus: He might tell a few of his brothers and his father, but other than that he keeps it a rather private affair. He will of course keep you close and when he is unable will have a silent guard keeping an eye on your every move to ensure your safety. At night when he holds you, he will sing you to sleep with his soft mellow voice. His dark eyes scanning the shadows for any movement. He will keep you and his little chick safe in his nest. Alpharius/Omegon: The question is who's the father? True they are twins of a sort, technically two halves of what would have been one being. But still. Either way, no one but the three of you will even know until the baby comes and even then it's largely going to be a rumor. You are well cared for as you always are, but the two fathers will ensure that regardless, nothing happens and no one knows.

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fyxestroll · 7 months ago

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Whose Problem Is It When the Primarchs Fall in Love? Pt.1

note: this was meant to be crack-ish but I sniffed some angst powder so some of these came out angstier than expected. also for anyone who sent requests, I'm working on them family problems and school are just getting in the way <33

Lion - It’s his problem. On the outside nothing is wrong everything is fine but on the inside everything is wrong and everything is NOT fine but you wouldn’t notice anything is going on. For Lion, falling in love involves a lot of self-discovery and constant repression. It’s all internal and his resting bitch face isn’t helping.

Unnamed Primarch #2 - You got erased out of existence too.

Fulgrim - On everybody’s soul, especially Ferrus Manus’ it’s EVERYONE’S problem. Not even the Chaos Gods and Empy are safe! This man right here has so many unaddressed self-worth issues that he constantly feels the need to have someone to validate his acts of courting before even doing the thing.

Perturabo - Its everyone’s problem. Not unlike Fulgrim, Perturabo has so many unaddressed self-worth issues and feels the need for validation but unlike Fulgrim, its all out in the open. He’s already bitter about a lot of things and if he falls in love it wouldn’t be surprising if he’s already given up on pursuing that person. You’d be something he deems out of his reach, someone not even worth reaching because the rejection is in his mind guaranteed. He’s bitter towards you, loving hating everything you do and say. If you express any sort of positive reaction towards any of his gene-sons his ire towards that specific astartes worsens. The worst part? If your feelings towards Perturabo are reciprocated you’d have difficulty reaching him with him practically pushing you away. Please be patient with him, his heart is fragile.

Jaghatai Khan - Problem? There’s no problem! Genuinely, if this guy falls in love there wouldn’t be an issue because he’s in tune with his emotions and doesn’t have a penchant for skinning people alive (sorry Konrad). The closest thing this man would have to a problem when falling in love is the issue of courting. Chogoris courting norms involve matchmakers, families and of course bride-prices and dowries. If you aren’t from Chogoris he’ll try his best to follow the equivalent of/mix Chogorian traditions in courting. Either way, it’s less of a problem and more of a brief logistical headache at most. 10/10 would marry him tbh

Leman Russ - It's your problem. He's enthusiastic about it and so is his entire legion. Thats a lot of wingmen and they're probably singing the Fenrisian equivalent of kiss the girl every chance they get. It's very endearing to be honest but the eagerness borders being overbearing.

Rogal Dorn - Dorn falling in love only affects 3 parties, you, him and his Iron Fists. Out of the 3 parties, Dorn falling in love is only disastrous to 2, the Fists and him. Dorn’s acts of affection are quiet, and if you aren’t aware of his affection these acts are easy to miss. It doesn’t help that a painted brick has more self-expression than this man. Pair that with not wanting to be improper this results in what he deems romantic and not lacking in proprietary (He helped you landscape and design your garden). Now, the Fists come into play here by being Dorn’s feedback loop of ideas and internal turmoil that more often than not involves building things. The Fists don’t really mind but they are a bit miffed about fortifying your house or something when they could be something that they believe is more effective.

Konrad Curze - Its your problem and his problem. Look, this man is a murderous mess that's haunted by the visions of the terrible future if he falls in love he’d hate himself for doing so because it feels wrong. Positive emotions and experiences are foreign to him, so for Konrad love is something he feels he is entirely undeserving of and is just waiting for the ball to drop. In all honestly, he expects you to die or be the subject of his terrible visions so he immediately expects the worse and resigns himself to watching you from a distance. As this is all internal no one knows what’s going on with Konrad other than his usual Konradness so imagine the terror of being constantly watched by the Night Haunter with no clue on what drew his attention in the first place.

Sanguinius - It’s his problem but he like all his problems its ignored and repressed. Sanguinius tries to deny the fact that he’s fallen in love for numerous reasons, including The Red Thirst and his impending doom. Also, a part of Sanguinius fears rejection, or at least a form of it. He’s beloved and he knows it but to be loved in the way that someone seeks to know all of him feels impossible. He is loved as an idol, a figure of all that is and could be good and that he’d come to accept. Being truly loved is a dream to him, a dream he holds close to his heart and something he’d take to his grave.

Ferrus Manus - It's your problem because this man is like a rock. Feelings? What’s that? It’s not that Ferrus is unfeeling, in fact I feel like he’s one of the Primarchs who fall in love the easiest but when he falls in love he doesn’t know how to categorize that person exactly. He is fond, sure, but he can’t put a finger on how fond he is so he puts you in the my-favorite-people box with Fulgim. Basically, he shoots himself in the foot early on by putting you in the friend zone without realising it. Good luck falling first with this guy, its slow-burn pining with a metal wall for you.

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dio-niisio · 2 months ago

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How would the legions react to Legion Mother being pregnant?

TW: tokophobia

Really depends on how they view their mum/Primarch!

Dark Angels:

They know you are important, you usually manage the legions serfs and any other baseline in that area, they know that Lion likes you even tho they see your marriage is mostly political and they know that after marriage comes children;

All that to say they get caught by surprise at the news! Like a bit too surprised, It's just that Lion doesn't seen to be the type to want children;

Anyway for "security reasons" you are not allowed to be by yourself now, what if something happens to their new sibling? Sure it's cute at first, but it gets tiring very easy. At least they are supportive!

Also they play a game among themselves to see how long its gonna take to the other legions to find out about it!

Birth is kind of easy affair, they know nothing of it so they leave at the hands of very capable individuals, they are gonna leave you alone with your baby for about 3 days, then they wanna see their sibling, maybe bring gifts;

Emperor's Children

Get ready for intrusive questions! They are a bit curious on how it feels to be pregnant, considering that the moment they heard the news they went to do a little research;

REALLY excited at the good news! They are gonna have a little sibling! You are gonna have some of then following you around! And when you star to show they all wanna feel the baby!

Start gifting things for the baby! All of them handmade for perfection!

Birth can be a bit tricky, sure they read anything to do about pregnancy and labour and want to be a part of the process but knowing teoredicals do not amount to the actual thing! Fulgrim will have to make sure they are outside of the labour room;

Iron Warriors

They see it as you and Perturabo doing a masterpiece together! Because yes! Father is very talented artist! This too will be perfect!

Then immediately will start doing baby predictions! Will they be a boy or a girl? When is de babe due? What day will they be born? Every. single. one. of them is included, they have a very big chard;

Will also gift you baby things, mostly toys;

Birth is a nightmare tho, they insist they know what they are doing even tho the apothecarium never did this before, Perturabo is NOT helping, but alas your babe is born! Forrix won the predictions;

White Scars

"Yay! Another sibling! Father is so blessed! Prepare the drinks! We party tonight!"

They are very happy! But this is not the Khan first child! They will help you if needed, but you are mostly left with Jaghatai other spouses (lovely group of people!);

They will keep a eye on you tho, so no funny business, no horse riding or jetbike riding, actually why don't you just sit down while you are like this?

Birth is very easy affair, you got awesome midwives, as many medicae as needed and one apothecary of things go really wrong! And your husband to give you support!

Space Wolves

Month long party! They like to wrestle for you favor and do drinking competitions to impress you, this include Leman;

A bit over excited at times but they mean well, there always one of them by your side, you want anything just say so! That is their new sibling in there! Depending on how far along are you they will want to feel and hear the baby;

Will hunt and bring you pelts, and make little tolkien's out of bone for you!

Birth is ok! Got yourself the best midwives that Fenris can offer and your husband by your side! After your baby is born they will give you some days alone with your kid (a part of their brain is scared that you will reject the child if they get to close) But after that? Another month long party!

Imperial Fists

Very happy, but in a more discreet way. Like they will plan with their father about fortifying the nursery, and help you discuss baby names, but they kinda see as having a kid to be your duty to the legion;

They will ask about every question there is to ask, the wanna be prepared;

They will monitor you every move, calculate the fastest route to the Apothecarium if anything goes wrong and will defend you like you are a fortress their baby sibling is in;

Birth is almost a disaster, they will try to insist that you let the apothecary do everything, just remind them that they know nothing about childbirth and that they should get a midwife NOW, Rogal just says "Listen to your mother.";

Night Lords

Curze gets 10000x more possessive of you during your pregnancy, so they tend to stay out of the way;

They already know that you are tough, you married their father, and that you are not scared easily, but the vulnerability of pregnancy made them look out for you;

That being said they also don't make it easy for you, got cramps none of their business, got cravings ask Konrad, is in active labour call a serf;

Birth is annoyingly complicated, the midwife is late, the apothecary refuses to look at you, Konrad is nowhere to be seen, but when you decide that enough is enough and start to give directions things end up ok;

Blood Angels

Are being very poetic about it, writing songs and painting the most beautiful portrait of you! Over all very happy to be big brothers! Probably they made an entire holiday just to celebrate that you are with child!

Very overprotective! You are never alone (even if Sanguinius didn't order his men to protect you, they would be by your side), your every need is met, but you also is NEVER alone, get used to them seeing you bath;

They also make little gifts to the baby! Mostly Blankets and cozy things;

Birth is chaotic, they are constantly questioning the midwives, asking their Father if you are doing things "right". At some point they get expelled from the labour room just to give you peace, they do apologize later!

Iron Hands

They aren't your biggest fans, they didn't know why Ferrus bothered to get married in the first place, but alas it has happened. When they hear the news of your pregnancy it all clicks together! "Ah! Yes, of course! Father wanted a heir!";

Very dismissive of you, but very worried about the baby! They don't really care that you are in any discomfort, but will want to know updates on their new sibling;

They'll be upset if it's a girl, because she can't become an Astartes, therefore she can't serve the legion! Their father put an end to this nonsense at once, even if it's a girl, she can serve the legion, we just need to find out what she can do;

Birth is kinda easy, mostly because you will have a C-section. That's non negotiable. But worry not your husband will be there to keep an eye on whoever is doing the procedure!

World Eaters

They are mostly surprised that Angron can have children! Then immediately start to see your kid as a way to get closer to him, so expect a lot of love bombing from them in the early stages;

Some of them will develop a real bond with you, but after a while most of the others will leave you alone to deal with the pregnancy;

The ones that get closer to you will make you little baby tolkien's, necklaces and bracelets for when the kid gets here, and some of then for when they get older!

Birth is ok! The serfs midwives are here to help! But it's only them, Angron is having a episode due to all the emotions of being a father so the rest of the legion is keeping him away from you;

Ultramarines

"The next logical step in a marriage! Congratulations mum! Let's hope for many to come!" They tend to be very logical about this, so they will read every bit of information about pregnancy and motherhood, this has nothing to do with the fact that they are also very nervous about this;

You will have a flock of ultramarines follow you around, did they wished that you stayed in in one place for you protection? Yes! But they won't stop you, unless is the last few months of your pregnancy, then they start to follow their Father orders to keep you in place!

They will practice teoredicals with you to calm you down from pregnancy anxiety!

Birth can be a bit complicated tho, mostly because they are having a entire argument on who gets to be in the delivery room with you and Father, it gets to the point that the midwives have to kick them out of there! Also Guilliman is running late;

Death Guard

Very good at this pregnancy stuff! Mostly because they are good at biology and chemistry, but still. Overall very happy about it, happy to have a new sibling, happy that their father had found himself a good family;

They will ask how you doing during the pregnancy, they want to know on what they can help and ask general questions on the baby. They want to help you choose the name!

But they tend to be a little bit… Intrusive… They're very happy, but you don't seem to have time for privacy, and all of them want to feel the baby, and sometimes the questions can be a little inappropriate, but they kind of mean well;

Birth is not bad! You said it's just you, Mortarion and the midwives and they respect that! But the moment that babe is out of you they wanna see!

Thousand Sons

They figure out before you do! They say they can see the child soul since the beginning and were waiting on the good news, then they go on a ramble about the sea of souls and the warp;

Happy about having a new sibling, start doing predictions on how powerful your kid is going to be! Also, they like to talk to the baby, just so that when they are finally here they can recognize their voices;

Very protective of you, they kinda track you down by seeing where your aura is just to have a excuse to talk to you about the baby or gift something that they made!

Birth is chaotic! Half of them wants to use warp powers in the birth the other half doesn't want you to have negative side effects, the midwife is trying to do her job with 3 marines asking questions about everything and Magnus is trying to put things under control and comfort you at the same time;

Luna Wolves

50/50 honestly. Don't get me wrong, they're happy for their Father, but jealousy runs a bit deep. What if mum doesn't like us anymore type of behaviour;

That doesn't mean they won't celebrate for days! Their Father is happy so they all are, but prepare yourself they will try to "win" your favor back;

Will go on hunts to give you pelts and will pull a favor or two to gift you fine silks, if you tried to tell them that it wasn't needed they will think that you didn't like the gifts;

Birth is is a quite easy affair! It's just you, Horus, the mournival and the midwives in the room, and yes the mournival have to be there your lovely husband said so! After the birth another party will ensure, this one bigger!!

Word Bearers

Did anyone expect this? Not really, most of the legion didn't think Lorgar had it in him. So this must mean this is a blessing from the gods! All praise!

They will start to see you in more of a religious figure worthy of adoration then their Legion Mother, so you better prepare to be seen as some form of fertility saint bacause the serfs will start to pray to you;

The only one not really pleased with the entire situation is Kor Phaeron, but he's never really happy about anything;

Birth is hard. It's just you and Lorgar, you are in a altar it almost looks like a sacrifice and the whole process is treated like some form of ritual, you and the baby turn out ok tho;

Salamanders

The happiest boys ever! Seeing a family grown is always a happy thing! Especially when it's your family! Also having a new sibling is gonna be fun!

You now are followed around by more salamanders than usual, they are here for your comfort! Ask and you shall receive! From cravings to fluffing your pillows they are here for it! Especially the neophytes, these babies never been so focus on something like they are on you!

It's not recommended to take gifts from them, because you will cause a legion wide forging competition, and none of them can beat their Father;

Birth is very easy! Just you, Vulkan, midwives and two apothecaries on the other side of the door, that no one tells you are there, in case something goes horribly wrong!

Raven Guard

They immediately get very nervous, they are happy of course! But what if something happens to your or the baby?? They are gonna start some form of protocol just in case;

But after that? They are gonna leave you alone while they check on you in the shadows. You are not gonna be ignored and they are on your back and call, they are giving support from all the way over there, thank you very much;

They will gift you with shiny trinkets and soft silks, just in case you may want to nest;

Another chaotic birth! You wanted you, Corvus and the midwives, you got in the room you, Corvus, all the apothecaries that fits in there, 1 midwife and i don't know how many others hiding in the shadows in case of a attack!

Alpha Legion

They know. it's twins. Congratulations! Don't ask how they know tho;

Anyway they prepared everything! Now you have five other women who look exactly like you following you around at all times, and yes they are all pregnant too!

Will actively hide you from anyone, and when asked they will pretend to be confused and say "We don't have a Legion Mother, Father never married.";

Birth is confusing. They were right it was twins, but you can't remember anything from the process, you just woke you with your kids in hand with Alpharius and Omegon by your sides;

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monalisahyperdrive · 9 months ago

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Primarch names from least moanable to the most moanable - entirely subjective.

Factors taken into account:

Name length

How easy it is to say

General vibes ('imagine having sex with a guy and having to moan gilbert')

I wrote this instead of sleeping. I don't know either. This is getting posted and I will probably never address it again if I don't delete it during my break tomorrow. I should not be given internet access past 11pm.

Perturabo

It pained me to put him all the way down (up?) here at the least moanable as I fear he may actually be one of my favourites, however... I am not delusional enough to ignore that not only is this a pretty long name, a good amount of people struggle not only to say it but to even spell it. Not at all dyslexia friendly. I would give it a good go but I feel like in order to enjoy yourself you kind of have to accept you will be calling him 'Perty' or 'Bo' or whatever you prefer.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius fans please spare me but this is a long ass name at 3? 4? syllables. I don't even know what you could call him for short instead. However, I don't doubt that it's entirely possible, I just think it would take a while to stop stuttering through.

Mortarion

Another long name. Are you sensing a pattern yet? I am. More moanable due to having less vowels than Sanguinius and less harsher (?) consonants like in Perturabo. Pretty middle of the road, easy to pronounce, could probably be easier if you just start calling him 'Morty' instead.

Alpharius / Omegon

Alpharius is again another longer name that I feel like I would trip over for a good couple weeks. I am NOT shorting it to Alpha. I must maintain my dignity, whatever crumbs of it remain. Omegon is an easier name - likely due to it having less syllables (3 rather than 4). However, I feel like the only way to shorten it would be 'Meg' and that would make me laugh and I would get distracted. Remember how I said this is subjective? This is why.

Jaghatai

3 syllables, easy enough to say, not a lot of vowels or harsher consonants to trip over. Incredibly doable, and I'm sure many have tried it. Hell, I'd certainly take a good stab at it.

Angron

Harsh G right in the middle, otherwise no complaints really. 2 syllables. Straight forward. You could certainly give it a good go.

Rogal

2 syllables - easy right? Wrong. Evil G right there in the middle again. Probably would have been higher (lower?) on the list if it was softened with maybe an H right after. Alas, it is not so.

Corvus

2 incredibly easy syllables. The V is a little evil (harsh) but with a relatively short name and a soft starting consonant I'm sure it's manageable. Best bird boy. Not much else to say.

Fulgrim

Although apparently a good chunk of people have given it a go - or at least his wives have - we're back to the G dilemma. Personally I'd suggest calling him 'Fulgie' - like Fergie but worse.

Konrad

Quite possibly the most normal name on the whole list. Konrad. Everyone can say Konrad. An easy two syllables with the harshest letter right at the start. Easy peasy.

Roboute

I actually don't know if this is 2 syllables or 3. I even went and looked on Reddit. Some people are saying Ro-Bou-Te, I've been reading it Ro-Boot. Either way these are easy, with the harshest sound being the T of all things. Either way I don't think moaning for poor long suffering Robert is too tricky.

Vulkan

Deceptively soft V and K. What a pleasant surprise. Anyone could moan this easily, and he'd probably be delighted.

Lion

Objectively this is incredibly easy, which is why it made it so high (low?) on the scale. However, I would argue moaning 'Lion' in full sincerity is somewhat hilarious. That sure is the name of an incredibly powerful (and unfortunately incredibly sexy) man.

Magnus

Easy to moan. Probably wouldn't mind if you gave it a go. Again, one of the easier names. I'm sure he'd be happy to tutor you on the subject.

Lorgar

Flows nicely, 2 short syllables, incredibly straight forward. Started mentally calling him 'Lorgie', never recovered.

Ferrus

Incredibly straight forward name. Ferrus, pronounced the same as Ferrous, like the iron tablets. Something something you should do it, it's medicinal.

Leman

Not at the top due to the time it took to decide whether it was Lee-man or Le-man (like lemon). Personal gripe, but if you've gotten this far down without understanding that I don't know what to tell you. Quick, easy, sure why not.

Horus

As much as I wish to be deeply spiteful and shove him somewhere unremarkable in the middle, I just can't do it. This is an easy name. Don't worry, if you struggle at all I'm sure he'd be willing to let you keep trying until you figure it out. Bastard.

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mehiwilldoitlater · 19 days ago

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If you don't mind!! May i ask of primarch x gn! Sfw please! Reader who's a hopeless romantic and very in love with their husband, like they are literally cry and the primarch are like "Why are you crying?!?" And their lover response "You're too beautiful", or always give them gifts and yell "I LOVE YOU MY MAJESTIC GLORUIS KING!", And look at the primarch with eyes full of love even if they are getting yelled at/scolded.

kinda smut towards Angron and some slightly here and there but nothing too fancy

Lion 'El'Jonson:

"You need to tend it higher…higher… Do you understand a word I am saying?"

You just mumbled, feeling the stretching of the wood in your hands and the pressure of the string in the other one. Before you could even try to get a good shot, the arrow slooowly started to move away, away from the bow. You tried again to fix it, only for it to stray again from your hand.

"You're supposed to shoot upward, not to the side, little one!"

Luthar's voice echoed through the courtyard, followed by a few laughs from the other knights. A simple look from Lion was enough to shut everyone else up, but the damage was already done, because now you had lost the grip on the bow, the arrow now angling away from your hands.

"Don't listen to them. We'll try until you've hit the target."

Now it was his own mission. Yet, it seemed harder than it looked when the arrow, once again, instead of flying in a straight line, chose to end on the side of the target.

"…you didn't tell me about this sudden interest of yours."

"I wanted to follow you on the hunt." He suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at you like a madman. "In the forest!"

"You won't put a foot in these forests." He said sternly, making you lose a few inches of height, "You know how dangerous you are. I hunt those beasts because I can."

"But I want to make a gift for you too!"

He raised his eyebrow, confused.

"You gift me a pelt every time. I want to make you a proper one too! So we can match! Or stay warm in the winters together! To show you I care!"

Damn…he knew you cared, dammit, he always does! He sighed, feeling his giant heart lose a beat. You stood there, a small smile on that damn cute face, and...he just oated you.

"Let's focus…on the shot for now."

Fulgrim:

The soft light of the candle could only illuminate a small portion of the room, enough for your eyes to see. The only sounds were the sweet whistle of wind outside the windows, the shift of the silk curtains, and the small scraps of the carbon in the paper.

The small sound of the bread on the paper made the primarch shift in the covers; the flame made his long lashes flutter. His hand met his face, scratching his eyelids, sighing from exhaustion.

"Y/n?"

"Sh sh sh," you tried to move away his hands from his face, "go back to sleep."

He gently moved away your hand, rising on his elbow to take a good look at the time.

"We're in the middle of the night. What are you doing?"

"I'm drawing you."

"…now?" He was able to take away from your grip the notebook, leaving you with the carbon still scratching the nothingness.

"My love, you could have waited until tomorrow. I would have prepared myself."

"But you were so beautiful like this!"

"In my nightrobes, disheveled and snoring?"

"Of course! On your natural, you're far more entrancing than all prepped up!"

He sighed, admiring your artwork. He wished he could have been able to see himself in your eyes, seeing the beauty in the imperfections…

You tried to grasp back your notebook, but it had already been posed on his nightstand, and he took the chance to grab you and hold you in his arms.

"I need to finish it!"

"No, I need to sleep, and you too… or I'll give you another reason to stay awake."

You giggled, giving him a full dose of kisses on his neck—it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Perturabo:

"And what does this do?!"

"This—" he pulled the lever, and one of the many statues near the marble basin slowly started to move. The girl made of stone slowly poured the contents of the vase in her arms; hot water flowed from it in a stream of vapor.

You wowed, then giggled in pure joy. The view was enough for your husband to sigh in satisfaction, completely ignoring the previous harsh comments of his men about gifting a stupid private house to his consort.

"This is beautiful, pretty!!! AMAZING! You're the best! Can we use it?!"

"It is yours to do as you pl-WAIT!"

He had to hold you, and while he did, he saw part of your garments falling down.

"Uh? Don't you want to use it with me?"

"Of course I want it, but at least change in the side room!"

"But the water is warm now! Come on, I saw you naked dozens of times!"

"It won't get cold! Don't you push—AH!"

And he tested the waters himself after a small struggle with you ended up with both of you falling in the water. After emerging, he grumbled, looking at your sweet smile on your face.

"…Satisfied?"

"You're so pretty when you're half naked!"

"You little—"

He started to splash you, and even if his tunic and his staff were completely wet, he would forgive you again, and he would start to think of a new present for you.

Jaghatai Khan:

The roaring of the engine echoed around him.

No one talked; no one needed to. Only the sound of metal and the imnh around him reminded him where he was and of his duty.

The smell of gunpowder, the leather of their bike, the fresh fuel that was ready to burn. Battlefield ahead, a new siege, a new battle to take before more casualties could happen.

Jaghatai was never someone that turned around against danger; he was ready to go straight ahead, like every time. He was the wind, and his sons were the storm, ready to strike to leave nothing behind. He left every doubt, question, and worry behind, or at least that was what he thought.

He closed his eyes, a picture in his mind. Away to his world, where seas of grass go for miles without end. Your worried face begging him to be safe, to at least try for him. Your hand grasped the same small object that he now holds closer to his heart. He takes the chance to take it out, to glance at it.

The small twig is adorned with small white flowers; the fresh smell contrasted with the suffocating smell of oils and Astartes around him. The knot of the red string frees the paper around the sprig; his fingers gently unfold it to read again the few words on it. He knew what was written there; he just wanted to read it again, to feel where you cried and smell what was left of you on it.

As for the flower, its duty is to bloom and wither; yours is to fight to win.

But the robin does not cry over the loss of the flower.

And I would not feast on a fruit from death.

He would not die; it was impossible to kill him, and yet you loved him enough to worry and to weep at a demon that, sometimes, he worried could come.

He put back the twig on his heart; the signal echoed from the sirens.

He promised to return to you, and he wants to do it as fast as he can.

Leman Russ:

He jugged another gulp from his pint, a few droplets of the alcohol drenching his beard that he cleaned with part of his arm. A few laughs that seemed more like barking came from his mouth while the story of one of his captains came to its end, concluding with him running away naked in a snowstorm.

Outside, the snow fell placidly in the land of Fenris, the wolf king and his sons enjoying one of those moments of peace to enjoy the fire, the food, and some good ale, forgetting for once the crusade and the outside, enjoying the moment.

Bjorn's attention fell on the main door, gesturing then to his own father.

"The rabbit had come out from his den!"

Leman didn't need to guess but still wanted to see, with an inch of surprise, your smaller figure searching for something around the hall. So little, so fragile, and with your more demure nature, you were really a rabbit among these wolves.

Once you spotted him, you started to move around the tables and the men, a few of them getting the chance to grab you in some intoxicated state or just jocking about finally having the legion consort share a night with them. You weren't that fond of these festivities, making the event quite interesting.

Once you breached the table, you were already closer to your consort, his hand grabbing you and posing you on his lap like some kind of puppy.

"Well, if it is not a surprise! Are you finally ready to share with us a story of yours, little one?"

Your big eyes met his own, still curious with that canine grin on his face. You started to rise from your seat, your hands around his neck. He felt a shiver of panic, remembering that you never were that kind of bold… Then you just let it go, leaving him there, confused and bashful. You now have a smaller smirk on your face.

"Do you like it?"

He looked at you… then at his neck.

He didn't notice before, but now, adorning his neck, a wooden pendant stood there, an intricate design of a tree and a wolf head on its base. Quite big for a baseline, but for a primarch? Quite the fancy one, at least for him.

He even noticed only now the bandages around your poor hands, wondering how much making it must have been a painful process.

"…I…yes?"

"GREAT!" And suddenly, your lips touched the side of his own, between his mouth and his cheek, only to jump out from his lap and return to where you came from.

After a few moments of silence, the table erupted in a roaring laugh.

Rogal Dorn:

The Praetorian didn't need to ask to know who those small knocks at his door belonged to.

"Enter." It came with a low and exhausted groan, focused on some blueprints that needed to be fixed. He wondered what was the illness that took whoever decided to make that design.

He noticed your head slowly coming from the door, clearly still wondering if you should really enter the room. Maybe it wasn't a good time, but you took so much effort into finding it!

He looked back at the door, waiting for you to come in; the signal was his quill spilling into the bottle on the side of the papers. Your feet waddle closer to him, your face painted with an excited grin and that shine in your eyes that he knows so much about.

"Well?"

"I have a present for you!"

"Can it wait until tonight?"

"I need you awake for it! Here!"

With a sound, you posed on the desk what was supposed to be a rock. No, it was definitely a rock. It had an egg shape, which was curious, and by the look of its material, it seemed to be of magmatic origin, maybe from the last moon that the Phalanx had observed. It was full of vulcanic activities, except for a small portion that seemed capable to being used to construct.

"This, my dear husband…is you."

His face made that kind of frown that made you laugh.

"Crack it open!"

"Uh?"

"Come on! So you can go back to work!"

He sighed. First you brought him a rock, and now you ask him to break it. You were always a curious one, he thought while using his bare hands to open the crude rock like it was bread, but he wondered what kind of new trick you were planning now!

A small crack—he recognized the sound of an empty object. His thumbs and fingers met something rough, then something smooth and pointy. A single push, and suddenly a plethora of blue and white met his eyes. You giggled, clearly satisfied with his expression of awe and surprise.

"…A geode?"

"YES! It is you, Rogal! Rough on the outside, but a treasure inside! I took so much to find one, and the volcanic moon was just so perfect! You told me once, remember? About magma, bubbles, and—"

His two fingers took you face, and suddenly his kiss shutted you up for good.

He liked it!

Konrad Curze:

Some would say that he had the eyes of a predator; others said that he had nothing to show in those empty pools of darkness.

Your eyes reflect on his own; it's hard to see, but you're sure that, with some proper light, you would be able to see yourself in there. Your back pressed to your bed, one of the few that actually look like one on the Nightfall, so small compared to the massive size of the demi-god above you, yet so small for you. His raven hair tickled your cheeks, his teeth bared like fangs, ready to snap at every chance.

He had seen it again, that damn image, the one that had plagued him since he had met you, a small creature whose life could be just snuffed out like a candle. You both knew that, especially the creature that was now looming over you.

He hated you from the bottom of his soul; he hated how much light you could create, and he hated the fact that your existence became the compass of his mind. He wanted to get rid of you, liberate himself of the burden of having you around, and yet he wanted to keep you away from the creatures that he called sons, closer to what he called heart.

"Why?"

His ragged voice was very close in shape with his hands, talons long and sharp that could rip off your head from your neck. His long and slender finger slowly started to embrace your neck, like the spires of some snake, ready to grip just a little more.

"Why do you keep doing it? Why the only thing I see is your…"

Love?

"… I could just kill you, you know?" He smiled, your expression still glued on him. "I could just get rid of you… No one will know, no one will care… That would fix it; I would be free from those images…"

He pulled away his hands, his face inches from your face, his breath moving a few stray hairs from your face away.

"So tell me…why?"

Then, your hands… Your hands reached his face, caressing with your thumbs the cuts, the wrinkles, and the imperfections. Then you rose until your soft lips met his jagged ones in a kiss that he could receive from nothing but an angel. And then you smiled, softly whispering.

"Because I love you…."

Others say that his eyes are the pure darkness of the night, and to you, they are the saddest eyes you ever met.

Sanguinius:

He tried to look away; the view only made him hungrier and thirstier. He tried to convince you to not do it, that it was not necessary, that he could not let you do it on your own for his own sake, and yet you were both there now.

His wings moved, almost in anticipation, looking at your small figure sitting there, on that armchair, while you meticulously secured your arm with the leather strip.

"We can…we can wait," he gasped like a fish. "You don't have to do it. I really wish you didn't…"

His voice betrayed him, and you knew that. You just smiled it off, preparing your arm for the needle. He gasped again; from outside, someone would have believed that you were consuming the most sacrilegious act, which it was in his own eyes.

You were sacred to him, the most pure and precious treasure that the stars had gifted him. He tried to hide his thirst at the beginning, fearing your rejection of him. Instead, you proposed something else…

When the small needle enters your arm, you hold your breath. Slowly, the red flow from it entered the tube, ending inside a glass made for the occasion.

His eyes looked at the liquid, slowly entering the glass, like a nectar made from the best grapes. Then his attention was on you, your face contorted in a small expression of pain, your eyes closed shut, your feet thundering on the ground trying not to flinch. Your free arm slightly trembled, fighting the urge to pull away and free yourself, but you still stood.

His face changed, an expression of pure affection painted his eyes, and so his lips slowly caressed your eyelids, and his gentle hands caressed yours, trying to soothe the pain. You sighed, feeling the shadow of his wings engulfing you.

"You're doing great, my love…"

Ferrus Manus:

"Ummm…"

"… I should go back; my sons will wonder where I am…"

And yet he still obliged you. He wanted to smack himself for his hypocrisy, talking about perfection and duty and then allowing his own little consort to indulge in their own small activities with him. Not like he did not like them, but it wasn't like his forge could just work itself.

He held you on his lap, one arm around your torso and the other in your own small hands, examining it in every detail and texture. You had always been fascinated by his hands, always taking a good time to observe them and tracing his veins and tendons with your smaller fingers.

To him it was a chance to hold you, feeling the heat radiating from your small body and hands, allowing you to admire, like you could admire something like that, his necrodermis. He had always known about your fascination for them, never believed that it could be the reason that he would ever find a consort in some way, and every time he voiced his own doubt, you were there with another answer. This time, you raised his hand against the light, admiring the reflection and the colors moving between the parts, holographic effects radiating from his wrist to his elbow. You looked surprised.

"Your arms are amazing, Ferrus! You have the rainbow in it!"

He sighed, then his entire weight started to slowly engulf you in a goofy and suffocating hug, one that made you squeal with laughter.

Angron:

His hips kept on pounding even after his release. Your own followed him not too much later, reducing you to a moany mess, with tears in your eyes and your mouth half open, taking every breath you could.

Your voice called him from his trance, trying to get him back, while he kept on moving, like he had completely forgotten where he was and what was happening. The pain from the nails and the pleasure mixed together in a strange potion, your pleasure started to drench him like a drug that he could take. It helped, it was helping, he was at peace, there was—

"A-Ang… i-it … It starts to-to hurt!"

Suddenly something snaps. Your trembling voice, your hands that try to push him, your eyes that desperately are trying to get him back to the moment, to you. He recoils his hands from your hips, seeing the purple sign of his fingers, and the scratch of his fingernails made his eyes open wide.

He tried to say something, an apology, to explain, but then fear came, and with fear came the pain again. His teeth start to grind, and feeling blood moistening his mouth and tongue, he pulls away quickly, trying to move away, to get out of your room and find solace somewhere else, where he can't hurt you.

But then he felt it again, your soft touch on him, on the nails, a soft caress that followed his tormented head to his contracted neck, soft kisses following the scars on his face, and a gentle hum coming from your voice. You don't have to use force; you just need to guide him to your chest, allowing your heart to beat in his ears, trying to remind him that you're there, you're not in pain anymore, he doesn't need to do anything, just let you.

He sighs and closes his eyes. He's at peace for now.

Roboute Guilliman:

The smell is the first thing that catches his attention. Sweet, a scent of cinnamon...maybe honey?

Then he noticed the small plate on his desk and then your loving gaze closer to the edge, almost like expecting his approval. He looked at you, then at the plate, then back at you, like he was trying to acknowledge the situation.

"I thought you needed to recharge a little, my lord. Here" then, the smell of sweet mint engulfed his nostrils; a steamy cup was now near to the plate, leaving your hands"this is for wash your mouth."

He looked at the two quite mouthwatering products, debating whether to leave everything and just indulge himself or at least wait for you to leave the room.

"It...smells quite good. The serfs must have outdone themselves…"

"Oh, I did it myself, my lord!" You smiled sweetly, looking at his quite shocked face. "I wanted to do something for you!"

"I…I didn't know you…could cook." He said, almost feeling bad for mistakingly taking your own hard work for someone else's doing.

"We were taught basic skills back at home." You said calmly, quite unaffected by his own stressed face, "This one is quite easy; please eat it while it is hot. And do not overwork yourself!"

He looked at the door closing behind you, leaving him alone…with the small pastry and the tea. When you returned, everything was empty, his face satisfied, and your small heart bigger.

Mortarion:

"Didn't I tell you?! Not once but several times?!"

His voice roared, alongside a few strong coughs from his lungs, from you. You held strongly in your hand the ventilator on your voice, coughing softly a few times while you rested on the bed. Your arms are covered in bandages and ointments from the burns on your skin, the smell of chemicals still on your robes.

When you woke up, he was already there, fuming with rage, worry, and fear.

"The labs are not for you! YOU SHOULD STAY SOMEWHERE SAFER! The library! The decks… WHEREVER BUT THERE!"

"I just—"

"Do not try to find excuses! Look at yourself, you managed to avoid killing yourself because you weren't too close to the vials! How do you think I felt when I heard you were injured!?"

He roared again, and now your small cough was mixed with hiccups. He kept on talking and talking, more yelling than talking, and he stopped only because he didn't have enough air to scream a little more. You sniffed, cleaning your face with your hand, trying to talk between the interruptions of your voice.

"I… I-I just wa-wanted to…make y-you something f-for your v-voice…"

He looked at you, folding his arms on his chest.

"I SNIFF found this substance...it se-seemed easy...to hel-help your v-voice...… I-I didn't know that it w-would…"

You tried to finish, but you only started to cry harder. His eyes started to soften a little, his arms untangled themselves and decided instead to rest around you, and a small tremor came from them. It was him? It was you?

"Don't do that again… I'm sorry I yelled, but don't do that again…"

You kept on crying, holding him closer, still coughing.

Magnus the Red:

"- With this sentence, the poets gave a structured idea of his intention towards the audience of how reading the poems creates what is supposed to be... dear?"

You stayed there, your face posed on your arms, your eyes only visible over them. The table gave you support for your torso while sitting close to it. You raised your head a little, a sound of surprise from you.

"Eh? Yes?"

Magnus looked at you for a second, tilting his head to a side, still holding the book.

"Did you understand what I was reading?"

"…I may…miss a few passage……"

"…From where to where?"

You started to scratch with embarrassment the starting page of today's session. The book was closed with a strong thud. He lowered himself, trying to get closer to your level, a hard task for his own height.

"May I know the cause of your distraction?"

"…I noticed that you're the most charming creature when you talk and explain stuff to me…." You said while raising your face, Now your hands are holding its weight on your palms. If it were possible, you would have some heart-shaped pupils in your eyes.

Magnus sighed again, more annoyed, with a hint of darkness in his tone. This wasn't the first time you've done this, and he feared it would not be the last.

"I thought you wanted to learn…"

"Hard task with the most beautiful husband trying to do it!"

"Um…you got a point…"

"Eh!"

"I'll ask Ahriman to replace me on the task."

"NOOOO EVIL HUSBAND!"

Horus:

You kept on looking at him; the curtains of the bed created a secret hole for you and your husband against the world. The covers rose a little while he regained his breath, your skin still glittering after your consummated union.

You admired the stretching of his muscles while he breathed, the way his nose made that peculiar sound, an old punch maybe, how the tension finally started to get out from his body and mind, and how his skin seemed made of gold under the dim light of Terra outside the windows. You clutched the pillow at your chest, admiring every detail he could offer to you.

A sound, a chuckle, came from him while he opened one of his eyes, looking at you with that kind of adoration that only you could hold in your tiny hands. He grasped you, delicately, guiding you towards him. holding you closer to his chest.

"You're doing it again, darling…"

"I love watching you, you know that…"

He laughed, kissing the crown of your head. You wondered how many other lovers he ever had. Many, you were sure, told you that he did have experience in the matter, a response for your doubts, but it wasn't exactlywhat you really wanted to know.

What troubled you was about the now. Would he ever be able to run in the arms of someone else while you waited for him there? You didn't know; maybe you didn't want to know.

You just snuggle in his arms, allowing the calmness of the moment to cradle you to sleep.

Lorgar:

A moan of pain resounded in your chamber, followed only by the slumping figure of your beloved husband. He had returned from a victorious campaign, and yet he looked anything but satisfied. You stood up immediately, reaching him while he slumped on your shared bed. Another moan came from him while you tried to make him turn on your side.

"Lorgar? Is everything all right?"

"…," he sighed. "…I've…discussed with my brothers again…"

"Oh…" You said, caressing his head that slowly found a place on your knees. You knew what they were saying; you didn't need any information, but that didn't mean you were used to hearing them at all. He sighed again, feeling the softness of your leg with his fingers.

"I am sure of my mission; I would never doubt, but… They seem so blind to the truth… I am trying to help them, but they seem unresponsive."

"They're just hardened by violence, my love."

"They believe I'm weak…."

"They're not able to use anything but brute force. Listen," you held his hand in yours, making him rise a little to look at him in his eyes. "Your work, your mission, is beyond every one of them! You choose another approach than them! You gave people hope, a new light! The light of your father, the Emperor!"

He looked at you talking, smiling a little, seeing the devotion that you had for him in your eyes, shining as the one he had for you.

"Do you really believe that, my beloved one?"

"Lorgar, you have to trust me. You've never been unworthy to stay at your side! One day, you'll hear the Emperor himself proclaim that your work is true and just!"

He hugged you as close to his heart as he could.

"What would I do without you?"

"They'll have to take me away from you, my love!"

Vulkan:

"My gem? Are you here?"

Vulkan heard the sound of stuff being moved, something being dropped in the water, and steam. He entered his persona forge, your tiny hands holding the smaller version of his instruments that he had made for you once you told him you wanted to try his own mastery.

"Wait, wait, wait! Don't come! It's almost ready!" Vulkan steps a foot inside, looking around the place. There was quite the mess. He wondered, How long have you been in there, working on who knows what?.

"My dear, I haven't seen you for hours! I started to get worried!"

"I know, I know, but I wanted it to be perfect!" Your grippers emerged in the water and reemerged; you took a good look at whatever was in your hands and then suddenly started to work with some sandpaper against it. Vulkan tried to get closer, his hands open, trying to get at least a hug from you, only for you to start to back away from him, hiding your secret on you.

"No, no, no, it's not ready; I need to finish it!"

"I demand affection from you, my beloved!"

"I want to hug you too, but I need to finish it!"

"At least one kiss?" You sighed… then stopped, allowing yourself to get kissed by that giant of your husband… And whatever thing you had hidden was quickly stolen and taken by him. He admires the object, a metal cylinder, quite rough, still in need of some processing to make the metal durable and shiny, the edges smooth, and give it a less unclear shape. He tried to understand what it was and what could have been his purpose, only to be snatched away by you.

"You ruined my surprise!"

"Surprise?"

"It was a ring! For our anniversary!"

Vulkan now had to admit, behind the flaws of the beginner of the forge, the object was clearly shaped to be held by a bigger finger, such as his. He felt his heart weigh knowing that his curiosity had led to a frown on your face. His hands took you in a sweet embrace, hotter than the forge itself.

"Forgive me, my love, I was just curious…"

"…it's fine… it's bad anyway…"

"Is made by a beginner. As a forgiveness, I'll help you make a new one."

"Really???"

"AND I'll make one for you to match our work."

The sensation of your lips kissing him was enough for him to forget the mistake.

Corvus Corax:

Your eyesight needed time to adapt to the darkness of the Ravenspire, but unlike the Astartes that resided there or your husband, your eyes weren't made for the dark of the night and the shadow.

But you were a learner, and you were good at adapting to your surroundings.

Your eyes were now good at recognizing the shadows and at averting movements, and your ears were now better at hearing the movements between the walls of your home.

You moved in the open space, your feet trying to move making as little noise as you could, and you looked around in search of something that could give him away.

Then you noticed it, a shape, a small movement of a cape, the swish of a feather between them. Completely still, it was almost undetectable, but you did find it.

You slowly move, closer and closer, following the shadows of the walls, holding your breath. You opened your arms and—

"Found you!"

You embrace only the thin air, falling onward, feeling the fabric of his mantle escape from your grip, and instead of a sturdy and hard body, you meet the hard pavement of the ship.

His skin, white as a ghost, emerged from the shadows. He stepped closer to you until he was on one knee, observing your face, now red from the fall.

"You did… But you rejoiced over the catch before my actual capture. You gave yourself away."

You puffed, observing how Corvus was still trying to hide a small grin of satisfaction.

"…But you're learning."

You smiled, and he allowed you to. Jump on him in a tight hug.

Alpharius Omegon:

"So?"

They talked in unison, to the point that it was even harder to see which one started and which one followed. You stood there, sitting and thinking, while two pairs of eyes looked at you with the gleam of amusement.

Despite holding the title of spouse, sometimes you wondered if you were more a plaything than all.

Your hand on your lips, you kept on looking between the twins, trying to make a distinction between every small detail that they had, between the wrinkles under their eyes, the almost unnoticeable skin imperfections, and the way their smile seemed more like a grin than a playful one.

"…will you shift position in the moment I give my answer?"

They looked at you, then at each other, then back at you, and they tipped their heads with the same synchronicity of a mirror.

"What are you talking about?"

"We would never!"

Yes, yes, they would. You thought for a little… Then rise from your seat.

They watched with curiosity when you jostled yourself on top of the chair, careful not to let it fall with you on it. Their curiosity turned to worries when you faced them and the

"ALPHY, CATCH ME!"

Suddenly you jumped from the chair, and the twin on the left had already opened his arms to catch you.

Once he had posed you on your two feet, and the worry disappeared from his tight embrace, you smiled widely.

"You're Alpharius! And you're Omegon!"

You smiled at the twi ,That seemed to have seen the end of the world.

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thethronezone · 4 months ago

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What do you think the Primarchs would want their wedding to be like?

This is assuming the Primarchs are marrying for love aka not an arranged marriage.

Mortarion - It's a small, very private ceremony held on his flagship. There's a few banners, the serfs have placed new candles, there's even a few flowers. Lowkey but it has a strange sort of earnestness behind it. Honestly though, Mortarion would rather just elope but for his beloved he will grin and bear with it. This is for them, after all. Maybe a dozen people invited, mostly to serve as witness as Mortarion says "I do" and his beloved does the same. Ditches the reception though and instead leaves with his spouse for their honeymoon.

Fulgrim - Since he's the kind of person to have planned his own wedding since he was like 8 years old, Fulgrim is very specific with how he wants it. He's a bit of a bridezilla, to be honest and will yell at at least a handful of people because they do something 'wrong'. It is a beautiful wedding though. A garden/paradise world, ice sculptures, delicacies from all over the galaxy, an orchestra playing both the classics and his and his beloved's personal favorites.

Angron - It barely counts as a wedding. Angron just kinda grabs his beloved and, in front of a bunch of his legion, states "From this day on, this is wife/husband/spouse. If anyone has a problem with it, speak now or stay silent." Of course, no one raises any objections, mostly because there's a look on Angron's face that promises a quick, gory death to anyone that does (it also helps that Kharn is glaring at everyone, urging them to shut the fuck up or else). Satisfied with the submission, Angron nods his head and dips with his, rather startled, wife/husband/spouse.

Magnus - Hope the guests likes the arcane cause that's the theme of this wedding. Magnus wants the wedding to be memorable and unique so he cooperates with his sons to create a magical display. Balls of light hovering in the ceiling, instruments that play themselves, magnificent fireworks etc.. Then there's the speeches. Because of course Magnus is going to have a lot to say during the wedding, both during the ceremony and the reception. He wants everyone to know how happy he is!

Perturabo - MEGA BRIDEZILLA. Don't get me wrong, it's an absolutely beautiful wedding with elegant decor and a scenic venue but dear god, Perturabo is acting like an absolute dictator as he tells everyone where to put things and where to go. Some poor serf is going to burst into tears when he starts yelling at them for using the wrong shade of white. He said eggshell white, not ivory! Alas, that is the prize of perfection. It's not overly pompous or so fancy that its distasteful, instead there's this subtle beauty to everything, the feeling that even the most minute details were considered and have a purpose.

Alpharius - There's no actual wedding day. Instead, the 'ceremony' takes place over a prolonged period of time, weeks and maybe even months. Small instances of sincerity, small tests of devotion. Their beloved is not told of the significance of these occasions or that they pass whatever test they are put through. All they know is that one day both Alpharius and Omegon start referring to them as their husband/wife/spouse and that's that. Congrats.

Lorgar - It's a very, very long wedding, with lots of speeches and ceremonials. Lorgar feels the intense need to thank god for giving him his beloved and make sure that their union is blessed. Seriously, he can't stop thanking god. There are tears in his eyes the entire time, he's so emotional. There's lots of hymns and songs, candles and incense everywhere. It's also a very traditional wedding though it still manages to feel very sincere and there's a genuine feeling of love.

Horus - Of COURSE the wedding takes place in the Imperial Palace, Horus would not have it anywhere else. And all his sons are there. And most of his brothers. Maybe even the Emperor. To Horus, the guest list is the most important part of the wedding (after actually getting married, of course). He finds it important for people to witness it, to partake and celebrate this union. Otherwise he's pretty happy to leave the rest of the wedding planning to his soon-to-be spouse.

Konrad - One word; elopement. Sorry not sorry but Konrad would rather rip off his own nails one by one and shove them up his nostrils than stand in front of a crowd and confess his feelings and vulnerabilities. It would probably end with a massacre, with his nerves geting the better of him. Instead Konrad wants a quite, private thing, just him and his beloved promising to be together forever. Some secluded location where no one can hear his whispers of devotion and promises of undying loyalty.

Sanguinius - Surprisingly hands off with the wedding planning? His sons practically beg him to leave it all to them and to just spend time with his fiancé. Besides, they know what he wants. Lots of light, a place with a high ceiling and great accoustics, a bunch of flowers (roses, duh!), live music and a wedding cake as tall as he is.

Corvus - Here comes the blushing bride! And by bride I mean Corvus. Mostly leaves the planning to his partner because he has no clue where to even start and is more focused on not getting cold feet and bailing. Does however request that it's a small wedding and that they only invite people that both of them know. Wants it to be intimate and happy, not some kind of pompous display.

Ferrus - A small, private ceremony with only a couple of his most trusted Iron Hands there to serve as witnesses. Oh, and Fulgrim of course. The ceremony proceeds quickly. A few vows and promises of loyalty, an exchange of rings and finally them writing their signatures on an Imperial document, making their marriage official. It's all over within the hour. Fulgrim is lowkey horrified by how simple and uneventful the whole event was but that's how Ferrus wanted it. He just wants to be married.

Rogal - He wants the wedding to take place either in the Imperial Palace or in one of his fortresses, partially because of safety reasons but also because of the symbolism. By getting wed here, he's proving to everyone that he's capable of sheltering and protecting his spouse. Very involved in the wedding planning and is, surprisingly, a bit of a bridezilla because he wants it a certain way and won't be dissuaded. There's a strict schedule to be followed and a dress code. And there will be cannons going off instead of wedding bells. Because cannons are more impressive.

Vulkan - Big wedding! Lots of guests! Vulkan wants everyone he knows to be there so it most likely ends up being an outdoor wedding. His sons are very involved in decorating the venue, making most of the decorations by hand. Vulkan himself makes the wedding ring. There's a live band but most of the music is going to be the guests singing wedding songs.

Lion - Super formal and traditional, more of a ceremony rather than a celebration. That doesn't mean that Lion is not happy and doesn't want to celebrate but that comes afterward, in private. To him, a wedding is more of a public spectacle meant to prove commitment. Still, he's got a reputation to uphold and so it is actually quite a beautiful wedding. Not cozy but elegant. Lots of banners and torches.

Leman - The wedding lasts for three days. First day is the exchange of vows and all that jazz but the rest of it? That's the wedding reception and it's straight up one big party. Lots of eating, drinking, dancing and telling stories. And so, so many toasts. It feels like every five minutes, some rando stands up from their seat, raises their cup and calls out a toast for the merry couple. And the longer the reception goes on, the drunker everyone gets and the toasts gets more and more, well, rowdy.

Jaghatai - Traditional Chogorian wedding, complete with all the customs, clothing and food. He's very proud of his culture and wants to share that with his spouse, invite them to take part in something he feels is very important. Of course, their own culture is also taken into account and implemented. Expect lots of guests, with White Scars, different tribes and family members. Magnus is definitely there.

Roboute - Very traditional, very formal yet honest and heartfelt too. Like, there are so many small little details that to most people, mean absolutely nothing but have some sort of meaning to Roboute and his beloved. So while it's a very formal event, he expresses his true feelings of love and devotion through these small details that only they notice. There's going to be lots of guests (even though Roboute would rather have a smaller wedding) but he's going to make sure that only those he actually likes gets seated close to the two of you.

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baldieboi · 3 months ago

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I decided to try writing some Primarch x reader content. Here's my first try.

How each Primarchs would react when they hear about your (their wife) pregnancy?

Lion El’Jonson

The Lion would be stunned, his usually unreadable face betraying a flicker of disbelief. He’d question the logistics first. How could this happen, given his engineered nature? Once convinced it’s real then he’d become intensely protective, almost to a fault. He’d worry about his child inheriting his burdens (the secrets of Caliban, his own inner darkness).

He’d build a fortress of security around you, ensuring no harm comes to you or the child. He might struggle to express joy openly but late at night, he’d rest a hand on your belly, silently vowing to shield his family from the galaxy’s horrors. He’d also secretly dread being a distant father, fearing he lacks the warmth a child needs.

Fulgrim

Fulgrim would be ecstatic, seeing the pregnancy as the ultimate expression of beauty and creation. He’d view the child as a masterpiece in the making, a perfect blend of his and your essence and a testament to the heights humanity can achieve.

He’d shower you with affection, composing poetry and music for the unborn child. He’d design an exquisite nursery, obsessing over every detail to ensure it’s flawless. He’d talk endlessly to the child in the womb, promising to teach them art, grace and the pursuit of perfection while ensuring your every need is met with elegance.

Perturabo

Perturabo would be conflicted. Part of him would be overjoyed at creating something not meant for war while another part would fear failing as a father. He’d overanalyze the situation, worrying about the child’s safety in a galaxy of conflict and whether he can provide the emotional support they’ll need.

He’d build an impregnable nursery-fortress, complete with defensive mechanisms (just in case). He’d also craft toys and tools for the child, wanting them to inherit his intellect. He’d be gruff but protective, awkwardly trying to comfort you while hiding his own insecurities about fatherhood.

Jaghatai Khan

The Khan would smile broadly, seeing the pregnancy as a new journey to embark on. He’d be thrilled at the idea of passing down the traditions of Chogoris, viewing fatherhood as an extension of his role as a protector.

He’d take you on gentle rides across open plains (if possible), wanting you to feel the wind as he does. He’d tell stories of his homeworld to the unborn child, hoping they inherit his love of freedom. He’d also craft a small talisman for protection, a nod to his cultural roots.

Leman Russ

Russ would let out a booming laugh, sweeping you into a bear hug (gently, of course). He’d be over the moon, seeing the child as the start of his own pack. He’d boast to everyone about becoming a father, unable to contain his pride.

He’d insist on teaching the child the ways of Fenris as soon as they’re born, already planning mock hunts and survival lessons. He’d be incredibly hands-on, always near you to ensure your safety, and would probably howl at the moon in celebration when the child arrives.

Rogal Dorn

Dorn would be quietly stunned, processing the news with his usual calm demeanor. Inside he’d feel a surge of protectiveness and purpose: he now has something more personal to defend than the Imperium itself.

He’d design the most structurally sound nursery in the galaxy, ensuring it can withstand any threat. He’d be a steady presence for you, offering quiet reassurance rather than overt affection. He’d also begin planning how to instill discipline and honor in the child, though he’d worry about being too rigid.

Konrad Curze

Curze would be horrified at first, fearing his child will inherit his cursed visions or dark nature. He’d struggle with the idea of bringing life into a galaxy he sees as doomed but a small part of him would cling to hope that this child could be his redemption.

He’d become obsessively protective, lurking in the shadows to guard you from any perceived threat. He’d whisper grim lullabies to the unborn child, torn between warning them of the galaxy’s horrors and wanting to shield them. Fatherhood would be a battle between his darkness and his desire to be better.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius would be overwhelmed with joy and sorrow. He’d see the child as a beacon of hope, a chance to create something pure, but he’d also fear passing on the curse of the Red Thirst or foreseeing their suffering.

He’d be endlessly tender, cradling you and speaking softly to the child about a better future. He’d craft beautiful things for the nursery, wanting the child surrounded by light. He’d also pray to the Emperor to spare his child from his own burdens.

Ferrus Manus

Ferrus would be conflicted: part of him would see a child as a potential weakness, a distraction from duty, but another part would feel a surge of pride at creating life. He’d struggle to reconcile these feelings.

He’d approach fatherhood like a project, ensuring every need is met with mechanical precision. He’d craft cybernetic toys (perhaps too early), wanting the child to be strong. He’d be distant at first but would gradually soften, especially if you help him embrace the emotional side of parenting.

Angron

Angron would be overjoyed in rare lucid moments, seeing the child as a chance to build a family he never had. The Nails would make him fear his own rage, worrying he might harm those he loves.

He’d be fiercely protective, vowing to shield his family from slavery or harm. He’d struggle to be near you at times due to the pain of the Nails but in clearer moments, he’d sit with you, speaking softly of a life free from chains for their child. He’d rely on trusted warriors to guard you when he can’t trust himself.

Roboute Guilliman

Guilliman would be thrilled but immediately start planning. Fatherhood would be treated as a new campaign and he'd want to ensure everything is perfect for you and the child from resources to safety.

He’d create detailed schedules for the pregnancy, ensuring the best medical care and nutrition. He’d read every text on parenting (even writing his own Codex Paternis). He’d be supportive but overly formal at first, though he’d melt when feeling the baby kick, showing a rare vulnerable side.

Mortarion

Mortarion would be quietly moved, seeing the child as a chance to defy the suffering of his upbringing on Barbarus. He’d view fatherhood as a way to create a life untainted by the horrors he endured, though he’d worry about his ability to provide a gentle environment.

He’d be a silent guardian, ensuring your health with an almost obsessive focus on cleanliness and safety, fearing disease or poison might harm you or the child. He’d speak little of his joy but would stand watch over you, determined to protect his new family. He’d plan to teach the child endurance, wanting them to survive any hardship.

Magnus the Red

Magnus would be fascinated and overjoyed, seeing the child as a new mind to nurture. He’d be thrilled at the prospect of teaching them the wonders of knowledge and the Warp, though he’d worry about the inherent dangers of psychic power influencing them.

He’d surround the nursery with protective wards and spells, ensuring no psychic harm comes to the child. He’d talk endlessly to the unborn baby about the mysteries of the universe, eager to teach them. He’d be incredibly attentive to you, using his knowledge to ease your discomfort.

Horus Lupercal

Horus would be elated, seeing the child as an extension of his legacy and a symbol of hope. He’d view fatherhood as another way to inspire and lead, thrilled at the idea of shaping a new life with the same care he gives his Legion.

He’d be a doting husband and expectant father, rallying his Luna Wolves to celebrate the news. He’d spend time with you, sharing stories of his campaigns while promising the child a galaxy worth fighting for. He’d want to instill leadership and courage in them, preparing them to stand tall among humanity.

Lorgar Aurelian

Lorgar would see the child as a divine gift, a sign of the Emperor’s favor. He’d be overwhelmed with emotion, viewing the pregnancy as a sacred event that reinforces his faith in humanity’s purpose and his own role as a spiritual guide.

He’d write hymns and prayers for the child, wanting them to grow up steeped in belief and reverence for the Emperor. He’d be endlessly devoted to you, seeing you as a holy figure for bearing his child. He’d plan to teach the child the power of faith, hoping they’ll share his vision of enlightenment.

Vulkan

Vulkan would be overjoyed, tears of happiness in his eyes as he embraces you. He’d see the child as the ultimate expression of humanity’s worth, something to protect at all costs.

He’d craft beautiful, functional items for the child: cribs, toys, even tiny armor. He’d be incredibly hands-on, always near you to help with anything. He’d teach the child kindness and strength, wanting them to be a light in the dark galaxy.

Corvus Corax

Corax would be quietly moved, though he’d worry about bringing a child into a galaxy of war. He’d fear failing them as he feels he failed others but he’d vow to protect them.

He’d be a shadow around you, always watching for danger but rarely speaking his fears. He’d build a hidden, safe space for the child, wanting them to grow up free from oppression. He’d teach them independence, though he’d struggle to open up emotionally.

Alpharius/Omegon

They’d react with calculated curiosity, intrigued by the implications of fatherhood. They might even question if the pregnancy is part of a larger scheme (paranoia is their nature). Still, they’d feel a rare personal attachment.

They’d ensure the child’s safety through layers of secrecy and misdirection, hiding their family from any threats. They’d be unpredictable fathers, sometimes distant, sometimes surprisingly involved. They’d teach the child to question everything, preparing them for a life of intrigue.

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aggresivemenace · 5 months ago

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Physical consequences of sex with primarchs pt 1.

Pt. 2:

Bite marks: Russ, Sanguinius, Curze, Lion.

These guys LOVE marking you this way.

Sanguinius is the most gentle of all, always asking for permission before taking a little bite of his beloved wife. He hardly ever drinks your blood, only if you ask him yourself. He cherishes the taste: warm and a bit sweet, but refuses to associate you with mere sustenance.

Russ tries to be as careful as possible, but sometimes, he just can't hold himself back. If he draws blood or you complain afterwards, he’ll always apologize, then soothe the bite marks with his tongue to ease the soreness.

Lion openly enjoys it. He never draws blood, but he leaves his marks - ones you'll have to hide later. You are his woman, and in his eyes, that gives him every right to claim you.

Curze always draws blood, relishing the way you squirm and whine as his teeth sink into your delicate flesh. But when it’s over, he's an aftercare expert—rubbing alcohol into your little wounds while murmuring something dark and gruesome that, in his own crooked way, counts as a love confession.

Hickeys: Perturabo, Khan, Fulgrim

They like to kiss you, but sometimes get carried away...

For Perturabo, this feeling of control over you is absolutely intoxicating. When he presses his lips against your neck and feels your heartbeat through thin skin, he feels so damn significant. Significant for his wife, the woman he adores.

Khan leaves a scarlet mark on every part of your body that he likes, reminding you of his endless love. And since he adores you from head to toe, there will be many.

Fulgrim sees these marks of kisses as art. You are both his muse and his canvas, while he is your artist - obsessed and in love with his mesmerising nymph. In his eyes, your body is a magnificent meadow, which he paints with flowers: first in crimson, then blossoming into shades of yellow, blue, violet, and pink. His own pattern, his imagination in the form of colour.

Surprisingly, he does not see these traces of love as imperfections. Just as he marks you, he allows you to cover his neck with little hickeys or even bites. His shamelessness knows no bounds - he might even casually remark the next day, "Ah, my neck? My wife was particularly passionate last night!"

Pregnancy: Horus, Big E

YOU HEARD ME

*refuses to elaborate*

*leaves*

2 pt. with other bois is coming btw

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diabolicalevil · 22 days ago

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I love your writing. It honestly makes my day sometimes when it’s just been a shitstorm inside a shitstorm. If you’re up to it, i would like to see your interpretation of what the primarchs would do if their spouse was murdered or assassinated. They have the highest standing in the Imperium, and their spouses would have only a little less political power, whether they wield it or not, would always have a target on their back.

Primarchs reaction to their lovers assassination

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ill b real anon I was in alottt of pain when I got this but I did drop everything to do this request. it makes me so incredibly happy that you enjoy my writing xx

Warnings: angst, reader death, murder

Lion El'johnson: He has had a list of potential suspects since the day you became "offical." Unsurprisingly many people from his legion are on it, including Luther. He wouldn't put it past a single one of them to kill you for the purpose of "setting him back on track." Regardless of who was culpable he mourns deeply. An ornate and empty coffin is on display at the fortress of Caliban and your body rests hidden far beneath it.

Fulgrim: After several political marriages, some failed some successful, he's no stranger to assassination attempts. Key word attempts. Never before has his partner been killed by his many rivals and he laments that the first was you. His legion becomes stricter, not just more militant but he believes your death was a due to his imperfections and must be rectified. A decoy coffin is kept by him as well with a indistinguishable replica. Your real body lays in a room only known to him, preserved as though blood still pumped through your veins.

Perturabo: His legion gets it immediately, they are the first target of suspicion and its not unfounded. Many emotions cloud his mind but chief among them as he tears through suspects is regret that he did not stamp out the growing resentment towards you. He knew it was there but, perhaps naively, he hoped his legion could let him have this sole joy. Of course, he's not ignorant to outside suspects. After some time, your killer may lay buried in the pile of bodies he's created looking for them but it doesn't matter as he will never feel the search has ended. Your casket is sealed in ceramite, never to be opened by him or anyone, but he visits frequently.

Jaghatai Khan: He will find and behead them personally, with or without his sons. But of course they are with him, why would they not be there to avenge the lover of their Primarch. The funeral is perhaps the most somber the White Scars who knew you have and ever will be. However, there is no looking back. Once you are buried he will continue on relentlessly for both of you.

Leman Russ: He and the legion rally to find and butcher the culprit. One of their own has been killed and they will not rest until the favour is returned. To him it matters not who it is or why they did it, infact the only thing that matters about that person now is their days are numbered. Your body is handled in a traditional Fenrisian way and he personally lays you to rest at the place dearest to him on Fenris.

Rogal Dorn: For all his obsessive planning and confidence in his legions ability to protect you he had not believed any attempts on your life would be successful. He blames himself relentlessly, it had to have been some kind of oversight. There had to have been something he could've done to prevent it. Hunting down the killer is easy, he has the might of the Imperium at his finger tips. Yet he couldn't save you. Your funeral is standard and practical but the mood of him and his legion would make an outside observer think they were mourning a thousand men slain in battle.

Konrad Curze: What else could you expect other than a trail of dead bodies as he walks. He has no firm concept of political machinations, infact Jago has to point out to him that it was unlikely this was a senseless act of violence. Obviously, his legion are also an immediate main suspect and he cuts down their numbers significantly, with or without evidence. He can't bring himself to bring you back to his wretched home planet, nor does he want to leave you where you are. After days of your body decomposing he finally makes the decision to cremate you and spread your ashes where you will finally be free.

Sanguinius: An angel he may be but a Saint he is not. His wrath is immediate and scorching, were his legion not their to reign him in the thirst might have led him to kill hundreds. Sanguinius leads the charge to find your killer but he is noticeably absent minded. What good are his visions if they couldn't save you. He mourns openly, even knowing he must stay strong for his legion the urge to weep is ever present. Your funeral is obscenely decadent and yet he still consider it not enough. No where near enough for you.

Ferrus Manus: The first Iron Hand to make light of the situation gets executed by metal fists to the face. And the next one and the next after that. He cannot trust them for a minute to find your killer, he does it himself or with Fulgrims help. He knows what each of them are thinking and he loathes them for it. No Iron Hands may attend your funeral, but baselines and whatever friend you may have made from other legions are permitted. He almost doesn't attend himself but he must say goodbye to you. Ferrus lays you to rest deep in the ground of Medusa. If he had your body above ground he might never get anything done again.

Angron: Your relationship in his mind was unstable enough as is but now you are gone, dead and cold. The agony is unending, so is the blood that flows from his kills. He barely has the sense to guess who but he knows an outside force has killed you. He may hate his legion but they are useful idiots to round up and throw at a problem. He cannot attend your funeral and he knows this and it kills him but he trusts that those present will say goodbye to you on his behalf.

Roboute Guilliman: He has not felt such grief for a baseline since his mother passed. It is a different grief than he is used to, he knew it was an inevitability yet he took that risk and he is paying the price for it. It agonises him but he must inflict a slow, creeping death to your killer. Spilling blood isn't enough, whatever false dynasty they have shall rot to it's core and topple under his orders. He shall destroy every aspect of their and their families pathetic lives and it will not be sufficient retribution. Your funeral is honourable, as though a soldier or politician has died. He visits your grave often and speaks to you. The chair he kept for you in his office is never removed and he speaks to that too.

Mortarion: You promised you would not leave him, you promised. All he has known is grief and loss and he is frighteningly angered that you have been included in that. He advances his legion under false pretenses, no one must know why he is declaring this house a traitor and no one will ever know. Your funeral is private and minimal. There's no where on Barbarus your body wouldn't corrode in mere years so instead he keeps you preserved, with him on his ship at all times. It's one way of keeping your promise.

Magnus: All the arcane knowledge in the universe couldn't enlighten him to the elusive workings of a human feeling challenged. Your death was senseless, you were a simple baseline caught in the cross hairs. Quick work is made of your assassins their employers but it means nothing to him. He must bring you back, he will bring you back. Your body is preserved and enhanced because you are coming back.

Horus Lupercal: Warmaster, what a terrible joke it seemed now. He could not protect you alone, how was he to defend the Empire. He had a million men to deploy to avenge you but it was pointless. Sacrificing a million wouldn't bring you back but if it could he'd do it without question. Crafting you a lavish funeral befitting a Primarch could not fill the emptiness in his heart as he realised he was once again alone.

Lorgar Aurelian: Word Bearers and their Primarch are not known for their brutality but your death illicits a cold and violent efficency in them. Your funeral, however, is treated with the reverence of a Saint and nothing less is acceptable.

Vulkan: Grief isn't the word for it, his feeling is so primal and raw it cuts through the universally expansive warp without him knowing. All the protection and kindness in the world cannot teach humans to behave so he shall find them and do so personally. Your funeral is a Nocturne one but he has you buried on your home planet. It's the least he could do, if not for him you would still live.

Corvus Corax: Death comes to your killers from the shadows. Slow and drawn out, a mockery to remind them of how they ordered you be killed. Under different circumstances he may have taken your assassin under his wing but no, they must die by his hands. Cremation or casket, you will not leave his side even in death.

Alpharius & Omegon: To sneak in to Alpha legion territory and kill not just one of their own but their most treasured, they almost admired it. Almost. They could study their mind and its methods plenty after they had broken and extracted it from their wretched skull. They will make your killers wish they had been captured by the Drukhari instead. Alpharius and Omegon are the only one allowed to see you buried, they are the only ones you will ever need.

I LOVE U AGAIN ANON!!!!!! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN

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