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[candyswirls]

I wanted to see about requesting some cute brotherly bonding stuff with Titus, Chairon, and Gadriel. Maybe the three are watching a horror movie. With Gadriel getting really scared during it, the other two have to calm him down. (P.S. I really love your writing.)

Thank you! I love Gadriel. We need more content of him.

"It's an ancient Terran film," Chairon explained. "It is a psychological horror and thriller."

Gadriel grumbled, "It is probably going to be like those other horror films with ridiculous beasts and monsters. I do not understand how these can strike fear in anyone."

"That is why I chose this one," Titus said as he entered with popcorn. "Let us begin."

The three sat as the movie started.

***

Popcorn littered Titus's hair. Gadriel had lost the privilege of holding the bowl when he flung it upwards at a jump scare.

He crouched on the couch, legs pulled up to his chest. Chairon and Titus each held one of his hands as he watched the screen with wide eyes.

"This is madness," he whispered.

"It is a work of fiction," Chairon reminded his brother, relishing in the teasing that was yet to come.

"Just relax -" Titus began.

Gadriel screamed at another jump scare and used his brothers hands to cover his eyes.

"Tell me when it's over!" He yelled.

"It's over," Titus replied. "That was the last scene."

Gadriel looked up, "You're joking. It didn't even finish. They just left us with no explanation or knowing what happened!"

"There's a sequel," Chairon offered, grinning.

Gadriel eyed him, trying to play off his fear, "I- I think- well- I mean - it is late. We should not be using so much leisurely time."

Titus hummed as he stood, "We should be getting in our four hours of rest."

Gadriel nodded, not realizing Titus was waiting for him to let go of his hand.

Chairon piped up, "Shall we share a bunk-"

Gadriel interrupted Chairon, "Yes! I-I think that would be wise. It's better to look out for one another."

He sighed at the growing silence, "By the golden throne, I apologize for my weakness. This has greatly affected me."

Titus rested a hand on Gadriel's shoulder, "It frightened me too."

The Sergeant nodded, a grateful smile growing in his face.

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I don't know if this might be an idea for you, but...

I'm still getting to know the Warhammer universe in depth, but I started a draft a while ago. It was supposed to be an oneshot, but it became huge and I ended up putting it aside because I lacked creativity.

But anyway : I had started that the emperor wasn't such an idiot, he sort of had some feelings for his children (not looking at them as tools) and in order for humanity to prevail he sort of goes from world to world looking for political alliances (so he marries his son and takes a planet for himself). Horus would fall into chaos because the one chosen him, in the vision of a shaman, she was the future with Guilliman after the fall of the emperor and also the OC had an enormous love for Guilliman (a beautiful feeling), but Roboute had a relationship with Yvraine, even if the emperor didn't approve.

The OC would be a witch/wizard (I don't know if she fits in this universe without being killed for heresy, or if they'll let it go because... script 😬 )

I'm still figuring out how to develop it or whether to delete it and start another way, what do you think?

It's a lot of information, you can ignore it 🙃

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my language .

Preventing Destiny

Horus x Fem! Reader

A/n: This is such a good idea! I hope you post it someday. This inspired something in me and now i have to make a series similar your idea anon. Consider this part 1 out of 2 or 3 parts.

MDNI

W: NSFW, Fluff, Angst, Jealousy, Baby Trapping, Abandonment, Pre-Heresy Horus, Fem Reader, Insecurities, Zero accommodation

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Love was such a finicky thing. It drove mortal men to madness, created wars in the battle of ideals, made orphans out of children, and made men into beasts. Horus watched as their crusade brought great benefit to the Imperium, one by one uniting the human colonies under the same flag and set of ideals Horus' father sought to make true. But war was not the only thing that united them all, no, unions and treaties did as well. His father bestowed upon him an offer he couldn't reject. Marriage in holy union over sought by the Emperor himself. His father told him of his adventures into the stars, how in his own search he had found an idealic planet with idealic people. That he had found a woman worthy of his son and his glory. Horus' ego grew as he awaited the day he would be introduced to you.

You met on your home planet. Your parents had agreed to follow the lead of the Emperor as long as he allowed them to continue to rule with his guidance. This was agreed upon but with a condition that left your parents speechless. The man adorned in golden armor mentioned a son of his, one that will one day become his heir to all that he had made. He wanted you to wed, to show that there is no ill will between your planet and the greater Imperium. Your parents eagerly waited with bated breath for your response, and when you agreed, the Emperor smiled down at you and promised you that this would bring great fortune to everyone. You met Horus not a day later. He was brought to your chambers and he had the opportunity to introduce himself to you. His hair was short and he had a faint stuble growing in. He looked rugged and handsome all the same and it lit a flame in your chest that you wished would persist.

Horus on the other hand was smitten even before meeting you. His father had described you after he insisted on knowing who his wife would be. His father described you as being a normal baseline, with nothing of importance other than your ancestry and the planet you bring with you, but Horus wanted more. He wanted details about your features, the way your voice sounded, he wanted to know if you were as eager as him to marry and to meet. He was like a child shaking in anticipation. He needed to know who you were as you would one day be his and he only yours. He begged his father to allow you both to meet on your planet as you make you more comfortable. Meeting in your chambers allowed him to truly grasp who you were as a person. You had a love for all things relating to your people, you adored your parents and you were educated in the law. You cared to learn more about the Imperium to better fulfill your duties as his wife.

"There's no need to push yourself so much, my wife." He had grabbed your hand in his, yours being dwarfed by his, and pressed the back of it to his lips in a chaste kiss.

"I will ensure you to date with everything but you do not need to worry about it. You will have greater things to do when it comes our Legion and our sons."

"Our sons?" You questioned, brow raised as you looked at the man before you.

"Yes, our sons. My Legion awaits for their mother. And if you will allow it, our own sons and daughters.” He had placed a kiss on your hand before pressing it against his cheek. He knew that you were the only woman for him. His eyes would never wonder, his love would never fade. You made him feel like a man and he would fulfill you as a woman.

Married life was blissful to him as his wife dotted on him hand and foot, and he would do the same. He would come back to his chambers only find her reading or sleeping and the moment his presence was made known she would drop everything to take care of him. You would take care of his wounds, ensure he was clean from head to toe by preparing him a bath. You devoted yourself to proving that you were an idealic wife only to be reminded that he had his own needs to prove himself a worthy husband. He would massage your feet and take care of you when sick. He would have the servants in the palace fetch you whatever you so desire. Only the finest food would be reserved for you. Only the best gifts would be given to you. Nothing would prevent him from sending you letters that were filled with promises of coming back and making you both complete with a child. He couldn’t have asked for a more dutiful partner that matched him.

But it all came crashing down when a shaman they had captured asked him if he wanted to see fate, to witness his future as it was already set. Horus had assumed that the old hag had simply done this to stop them from killing her but he was corrected when they did not flinch at the tip of his sword cutting into their skin. He agreed, curiosity getting the best of him. The shaman mixed powders, and liquids into a ranging flame and chanted words he did not know nor understood. In the smoke appeared your image but Horus was not the one standing next to you. Guilliman was there instead. You were kissing Guilliman, deeper and more lovingly than you’ve ever kissed him. You spoke his brother's name with breathless want unlike how you spoke his own. You were as dotting and as diligent as how you were with Horus but you looked more in love with his damn brother. Image after image of you and his blond-haired brother kissing and living in married bliss set a fire inside him he tried to quell and snuff, but it consumed him. It ate at him as the shaman prophesied that it was only a matter of time before this woman Horus wedded would leave him and fall in love with Guilliman. That if he wanted to preserve his marriage he had to keep you apart and even then it wouldn’t be guaranteed that you would remain faithful. That destiny and fate were never wrong and that no matter his efforts you would leave.

Horus laughed at the shaman in something that almost felt bitter as he promised that his wife was faithful and only had room to love him. But he knew deep down that he was lying to himself and he simply couldn’t have this hag have him bested. Either a swift movement he cut off her head and watched it roll onto the floor as her body slumped forward into the flame. Blood pooled around the corpse and dripped from his sword.

“You are wrong old witch. She is mine. She was promised to me!” He let out in a bitter rage. He walked away, not bothering to take any kind of trophy from his spoils and made it back to his ship with the rest of his sons. He told them to take off a she’s snack to Terra, that they were done here and that there was nothing of value on this planet but only lies and decit.

Once home, he arrived with a new fond vigor and let it all out on you. He smelled of sweat and musk, something manly and oddly attractive. He didn’t bother removing most of his armor but just enough so he could fuck you and have you near to his skin. He watched you pant and moan into the air as he grunted out promises to make you a mother. There was nothing that would take you from him. Nothing.

His father grew unpleased with Horus' petulant attitude. He was acting like a child with how he wouldn't introduce his wife to his brothers. He had promised you to introduce you to all of his brothers, that he would have you known to the galaxy and beyond as his wife and now he was planning on retracting that promise. What if you did leave him for his brother? Why were prophecized to be with Guilliman and not him? Anger consumed his thoughts but he quelled them as he promised his father that he would introduce you soon.

Horus spent an entire day with you, more than he had ever been allotted to spend with you since he was constantly busy, and asked you if you wished to meet his brothers soon. You said yes, happy to finally meet the rest of his family as you had only briefly met the Emperor and that was all. Even your wedding my was a private affair with only your parents and the Emperor to bear witness. To finally meet your husbands siblings meant a great deal to you as you had nine to your own and was desperate to find family.

So began his great plan to keep you faithful and longing for him as the date came ever closer for you to meet his brothers. He promised you riches, promised you children that he didn’t even know if he could give you, granted you every wish you had so you wouldn’t seek it from someone else. All of the nights he had available where spent keeping you in bed with him, cock warning him or him tasting your cunt hoping you would appreciate his careful and attentive care to your needs. He spent his morning showering you in compliments and promising you that he will return to you.

All of this was for not when he finally had to comply and introduce you to his brothers. His father had arranged a small event to host in the palaces garden, hoping to have all of his sons together to celebrate their success in their crusade. While many of his brothers and their sons had arrived already, there was still a few missing as they were busy with final reports and or just arriving. Horus had dressed in his best pelts and downed light armor in his legions colors. You did the same, wearing a loose fitting dress that was decorated with golden trim and design. There was not mistaking who you were, you were his wife and the mother to his sons. His father had warned him to play nice, that you were not a toy but a diplomat as well.

“Do not hinder her, my son.” He had scolded before leaving him be and heading towards the great garden that was filled with music, laugh, and cheer.

Pleasantries were easy as drink and food flowed through the palace. You found it oddly natural to speak to many of his brothers as they all seemed to be similar in personality or at least feigned politeness. You slowly made your way to each brother and finally arrived at the last one who had been entertaining some of his nephews. Guilliman was wearing his people’s attire, a toga colored blue and with the insignia of his chapter proudly displayed in a golden lapel that kept his cape still on his shoulders. His golden lorals were exchanged for real leafs and his armored boots were traded for sandals. He was relaxed, sipping on the wine that was in his chalice.

Horus hoped you would show disinterest in Guilliman, that you wouldn’t want to approach him, that his younger brother was disinteresting enough to make you look away. But no, you approached him, your small hand finding place on your beloved husbands arm as you dragged him over to meet his brother. He complied, hoping that the interecation would be short and brief as this was what he was dreading.

“Brother, this is my lovely wife, Y/n. Mother to my sons, Legionnaire mother of the Luna Wolves.” Horus voice boomed at the last part, almost as he was reemphasizing that you were already spoken for and already had a legion of your own. You smiled and bowed your head at Guilliman, Berle standing straight and meeting his eyes.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Guilliman. My husband has spoken good thing about you, I can assure you.” Your joked. Guilliman let out a small chuckle, a smile blooming on his face as he nodded and joked back that he sure hope so.

You smiled brighter than you ever did with Horus. His brother spoke about his latest victory, detailing the assault and the execution of his plan all while gesturing with his hands. You were entertained by his brothers stories and it left a bitter taste in Horus’ mouth. No, this wouldn’t happen and couldn’t happen. Not here. Not in front of all of these people. Not in front of their father who had promised you to him. You were his. You were his! His wife, the mother to his sons. You couldn’t do this to him!

He grabbed you by the waist and dragged you away to his chambers without even saying goodbye. He threw his brother a quick smile and lead you back to his chambers where he threw you on to his bed and began stripping himself of his clothes as he watched you intently.

“Horus-“ he cut you off with a kiss as he began stripping you of your clothes too. Your clothes were torn and your moans were muffled by his mouth. It only pushed him to go further. He grabbed you by your legs and pushed them up to your ears, his arms and legs making sure to keep you spread open for him. He made use of his hands, his mouth, his cock to pleasure you tenfold so you wouldn't think of anyone other than him. He watched you gasp as he fucked into you and promised you he would ensure that you lay pregnant with his child after this. There was no tenderness in his actions. The once gentle man who would treat you like porcelain when he made love to you was now fucking you like a dog in heat and you his bitch to breed. His mouth found hole on your skin, biting and nipping at it as he thrusted into you. His ablks slapped against your ass as he used one of his hands to play with your clit and rub it as you began to scream that you were close. He didn’t care of you were close or not. He just needed you to remember that you were his first and you were his forever.

“Horus! I can’t-!” You choked out, back arching as you clung to him for dear life as his continues thrust made the bed shake.

“Come for me, Y/n.” He huffed. He tightens his grip around your legs, making sure his hand kept them together and still as he watched your pussy take his cock with ease.

“Let me breed and film you with my children.” He picked up pace before slapping your ass and cumming inside you. His cum began to leak out do you but he wasn’t done yet. More and more of his seed was released into your womb and all he did was watch as it began to coat his dick and your ass.

“Good. I’m sure we will have a welcomed surprise in due time.” He panted out. You lay still as you waited for your husband to pull out of you but he never did. Instead, he grabbed you and pulled you closer to him before he turned you both over and had you laying on his chest as he later on the bed. You could hear the loud thrumming of his heart in his chest as he slowly came down from his climax.

“It was rude to just leave, Horus. You owe your brothers an apology.” You teased, not truly caring as you could barely think in the moment. You were full and could still feel how cum leaked out of your abused and swollen pussy. Horus had never been so eager or predator like before, not even when you asked him to be. You wondered if you would get more opportunities to experience this side of him in bed.

You fell asleep listening to your husbands heartbeat, warm and protected in his arms when Horus lay awake watching you. You were his, child ir jot he would make sure you stayed by him as you were given to him to wed. If you wanted to leave him for his brother you would find that nothing you did wojld set you free. Nothing. You were his and he was yours.

[plagueplanethq]

I assumed that the Lion's Forestwalk ability was his warp power. Maybe not, maybe he turns into a...giant...cat? I dunno, that isn't nearly as interesting.

What do you think the other primarchs' warp powers would be?

[sincwaite]

Monastic sotitude

Will be finished, maybe.

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Guilliman's Council

by Phil Moss

(via Warhammer Art)

[candyswirls]

A little stand has opened up on the Strategium deck!

Garm has opened a lemonade biting stand. They're saving up for a power axe!

For just 30 Aquila coins, she will bite anyone of your choice. Unless they're on the no bite list.

For an additional 40 Aquilas, they will also throw up on your person of choice!

Client confidentiality is guaranteed! No refunds.

She's very excited about her new business.

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Supermarket Romance p2

Modern! Titus x Gn! Reader

S: Titus goes back to the supermarket as he needs ingredients for a new recipe that his gyms security guard recommended trying. He gave himself the liberty to wear a hoodie this time as he wasn't feeling all too well. He wasn't expecting to see you again nor that you asked him a question. (Cairon makes a brief appearance here!)

W: PTSD episodes, Depression, Anxiety Disorders, Reader is a broke Artist, Titus works as an Analyst for a company, Ableist comments (From Titus and to Titus)

Previous / Next

He didn't know what to think about his appearance at the moment. If anything, he was trying to not think about it. He was wearing shorts, which he usually wore for semi-formal occasions, and a hoodie, which he had for the gym. His leg was acting up again, the weather and his lack of use of his knee brace created bigger problems for him. He knew he should have worn it the last time he worked out but he felt too embarrassed to wear it out in public. He thought people would stare or pass judgment if he did so he left it in his gym bag. He didn’t think to much about it anyways. He just needed to grab a few things to make a recipe that the security guard at the gym he goes to suggested.

Cairon was a hulking figure, especially for a security guard. He was an ex veteran like himself, was younger than Titus by a few years, and he was discharged after losing his arm during an explosion. The man seem to take his injury in stride unlike Titus. He constantly encouraged Titus, was motivational to all who walked in, made sure to keep everyone in check. Cairon was a ray of sunshine that Titus couldn’t seem to damper. Not that he wanted to but it was a little much at times. Cairons eagerness to help and be there became overwhelming at times but Titus also welcomed it. The man approached him first after all, made sure to help him find the locker room and the private gyms if he ever needed a moment to himself. Titus thought the younger man might have picked up on his disability and that’s why he was being kind but no, Cairon picked up on Titus’ discomfort for overly loud and crowded spaces. Ever since their first meeting Cairon has been a constant presence in Titus’ life and the older man appreciated that. He even told Titus that he should wear his brace and that not wearing it would just make things harder on himself.

Titus was paying the price for it now. His knee more than anything was killing him and his entire leg felt like it was ready to collapse under him while he gauged the prices of the cabbage. He leaned on his other leg instead, hoping to gain some relief.

"Are they any good?" A voice asked from beside him. He turned to look at the person but didn't see anyone. He looked down instead and found you staring at the cabbages.

"Im thinking of getting one but im not sure. I don't think ¢.76 the pound is worth it for a cabbage." You rambled on. He didn't know what to think, he kind of just blinked at you hoping that his brain would help him push the words out of his mouth. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't the first time he's talked to you but this was the first actual conversation he was contemplating having with a stranger.

"Hmm, i think its cheaper at the corner store." You turn around and just leave, not even bothering for a response from him.

Titus just watches you leave, the words stuck in his throat as he turns back around and processes what happened. Your scent was something he picked up. You smelled nice, earthy even. He wanted to ask what cologne or perfume you used. Maybe it was your body wash. It was comforting and reminded him of one of his bunk buddies who was into hygiene and always looking presentable.

He didnt keep track where you going but every so often he did bump into you. You seemed to be on a tighter budget than last time, only grabbing a few items that where on clearance or expiring soon. He noticed that you had a lot of meat in your basket and ziplock bags. Maybe you were freezing them so they would last longer, he thought to himself. Now that he thought about it, his recipe did call for meat and he was yet to get any.

His hands began to sweat and his hands trembled as he thought about it. He could use this as his excuse to talk to you, to introduce himself and be pleasant. His therapist had suggested he start socializing with other people outside of his work and gym. He could do this, he told himself. He siked himself up, took a few deep breathes, and walked over to you.

You were looking at some potatoes, thinking if it was worth buying them since there was no way you would be able to preserve them. Your fridge was having issues and you were worried about the moisture in your apartment. Either way, the potatoes would mold quickly and it would be waste unless you tried eating only that for the next week and a half. The thought made you sick.

“Excuse me.” A man’s voice came from behind you. You jolted before moving to the side hoping you hadn’t taken too much space so he could grab whatever he wanted from the produce section. But he never reach forward to grab anything. Instead, he was facing you. You swallowed hard before turning to face the man. It was the kind stranger who gifted you the ice cream from last time. He looked menacing, he practically loomed over you and his clothes didn’t help disuade that feeling.

“Hey there, stranger.” You replied. You hoped that your nervousness wasn’t noticeable. You felt like you were practically sweating buckets. His gaze was intense, his eyes half lidded and looking into your soul as his face betrayed no emotion.

“Is there any good sale on the meats?” His question didn’t feel like a question, more like an observation. You didn’t know how to feel about it. The man gave ex con or ex military vibes and it was starting to make you nervous just how big he was.

“Uh…yeah, there’s some good deals. It’s half off if you get the clearance stuff. You just need to ask butcher for the cuts you want.” You felt awkward and out of place. Not an unusual feeling but it was made more intense by the man in front of you. He didn’t even react to the information you age him, he merely blinked at you before nodding his head and thanking you.

“Thank you for the information. I’ll make sure to check with the butcher.” He looked like he was going to take his leave, his body already turning to leave, but he stops himself.

“My name is Titus.” It was your turn to blink at him. Titus. The name was so… pristine. Elegant even. It sounded so modern yet old and it flowed with a nice bounce. You could practically taste the pronunciation of his name on your tongue.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Titus. I’m Y/n.” You offered your hand to him but he ignored it and walked away instead. You sighed and turned back to the potatoes.

“Titus, what a lovely name.” You thought to yourself. You with an amused smile on your face, you walked towards the cash register to check out.

Titus sped walk away from the produce area as quickly as he could. His leg was killing him and the muscles in the appendage were set ablaze. But he ignored it. His heart was pounding in his chest and the air around him felt heavy. He spoke to someone new today and they didn’t run away! A small spark of joy bloomed in his chest as he went over the interaction in his head. You smiled at him, you spoke to him, you met his gaze. You weren’t disgusted by his appearance but instead you treated him like he was any ordinary man. It was thrilling to him. And yet, he wondered if you stayed cause you truly wanted to speak to him. His joy dwindled but he did accept that it was progress. His therapist was sure to be thrilled with this new development. In the mean time, he mulled over your name. He thought it was nice and fitting for you. You looked like your name, for however silly the thought was. A lovely name for a kind looking person. He wondered if this meant you would speak to him the next time you meet. If he could approach you. Would that ok? Would it be welcomed? Doubts consumed him but he pressed on. He made his way over to the small butcher shop in the store and asked for their clearance cuts. He grabbed a few he liked or thought would be easiest to cook and made his way to the front of the store to pay. He couldn’t spot you in any of the lines but he did spot you waiting at the bus stop once again.

He bagged and grab his things and and this way back to his car. As he loaded his things he noticed you get on the bus with all of your bags and leave. He wondered what kind do life you lived. What minute inconveniences might you have in your own life? What were your motivations? He shook his head and closed his trunk.

He sat in the drivers seat and gave himself a few minutes to prepare for the drive ahead of him. He hoped that this issue would go away sooner rather than later like his therapist had told him. But he knew better than to rush himself to drive when he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t want to have to stop on the side of the highway again because of an episode. It would make the trip twice as long and twice as painful.

[plagueplanethq]

The Dawn of Fire series continues with The Martyr’s Tomb by Marc Collins, the sixth installment. Shortly after the Kingdom of Iron is secured, the Archenemy strikes the shrine worlds of the Golden Chain, and only Velua remains standing. The Order of Our Martyred Lady and the Black Templars are all that lies between legions of plague-ridden cultists and complete and utter defeat.

Incoming Death Guard in the sixth Dawn of Fire novel! I’m pretty stoked. We got some hot Kor Phaeron action in The Gate of Bones, maybe they’ll give us Typhus as a little treat in this one? (I’d be surprised if they gave us Mortarion, Abaddon hasn’t even shown up yet.) Here’s hoping that we get some good Death Guard characters out this. Also who is the badass lady with the axe?

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[candyswirls]

Respectfully asking for Lion/Arlene fluff when you have a moment

His collar was stiff with starch. Just like his posture as he glared out amongst the gala. He despised the events high Lords and ladies attempted to subject him and his legion to.

His warriors flanked his sides, trying to appear as unapproachable as possible. Despite mandatory lessons as neophytes, none were confident in their dancing capabilities. Nor did they wish to test them.

Several bold nobles had come up requesting either the Primarch himself or his wife for a dance. Luckily, as husband and wife, they could decline on the others' behalf. Once learning of this tactic, they constantly used it.

"It is stuffy in here," the lady of the first legion spoke.

"Let us get some fresh air then," he nodded as he took her by the hand.

His astartes looked after them with looks of abandonment. They silently hoped he'd invite them along. No such luck. They'd have to fend off the frivolity themselves.

As soon as the two entered a balcony, Arlene hissed at those out on it. Once empty, they closed the doors behind them.

Lion took a knee and offered his hand, "My lady."

Arlene gladly took it as he helped her to sit upon the balcony guardrail.

"I would make a comment about how handsome you are tonight, but you always are," she told him.

He hummed, "I can not say the same for you."

She waited patiently, allowing him to finish the thought.

"For your radiance grows each time I look at you," he finished as he took her hand and kissed it.

She laughed, "How noble you are. Catch me."

She swung her legs onto the other side of the guard and leaped off.

She plummeted down towards the gardens.

The primarch was below her before she hit the ground, catching her bridal style.

"You could warn me when you do that," He chided.

She smiled as he set her down, "You should come to expect this by now. And I did warn you. I told you to catch me and gave you an ample amount of time."

He sighed as she took off running, cape flowing behind her.

As she came to the entrance of a hedge maze, he called out, "Left!"

Of course, he had gotten the building plan of this entire estate and memorized it. He had to be careful. You never knew what threats could be lying in wait. Arlene could also be hard to find.

He chased after her. Always out of reach, but he always caught a glimpse of her. A teasing game they so loved to play.

The maze opened up to a clearing. A fountain was in the middle with various planet sea creatures craved from stone. Various white and drooping flowers decorated the area.

A large and towering statue of a maiden was off to the sides, covered in flowering vines. She held her arms out and from them hung a large swing. A smaller and more dainty species of vine crawled up the ropes. Light pink buds bloomed on them.

Arlene sat upon the thick wood of the seat, shining with lacquer. She had a hand on each rope and awaited for her husband.

Moonlight caused her hair to glow, and brilliant eyes took in the view of him with utter adoration.

He walked up to her and leaned against the statue. He didn't even come to its waist.

"Shall I push you, my lady?" He asked tenderly.

"Certainly not off of it," she shrugged. "But I wouldn't mind you getting it in motion."

Lion pressed a kiss to her temples before moving behind her. He pulled back the seat as far as he could and threw it forward.

The swing went rocketing forward and upwards, Arlene laughing with delight. He caught the swing as it came back and did the same motion. His chest swelled as he saw his wife leaning back, relishing in wind billowing through her hair and clothes. Breathing in the night air as the swing peaked and came back down.

This was one way he could help her fly.

He kept her going for a few more minutes till she called back, "Catch me!"

She stood on the swing and, as she swung towards him, leaped into open arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Enjoy yourself, my lady?" He asked with a smile.

She ran fingers through his hair, "That I did, though, I seem to have lost my shoes."

She stuck up her bare feet behind her.

"Then I shall have to carry you," Lion mumbled as he pressed her nose into her hair. "As to not soil your feet."

Arlene gave him another kiss, "My brave and noble knight, helping me even as I've lost my shoes."

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Sweet Little Army Boy

Metaurus x Fem! Reader

S: Metaurus was raised in a dysfunctional family. He enlisted young and made sure to send the little money he had to his mother. Once on leave, he planned on visiting his mother and bringing pastries. He found a charming bakery in its an even more charming Baker running the cash register.

MDNI

W: Young Metaurus, Reader and Metaurus are in their early 20s for this chapter.

Metaurus knew nothing about pastries or people’s fascination with them. To him, they were simply sugary treats that would rot your teeth. The smell was too much for him and he was a fan of bitters anyways. He made sure to stay clear of them since childhood and kept up with a cleaner diet so that it wouldn't hinder him when he enlisted in the military.

Enlisting was the only thing in his mind. The only thing he ever wanted. He wanted to be the best in his unit, and show that he was worth every medal, every title, and every recognition he earned. He devoted his teenage years to making sure he was capable to enlist and be accepted into the marines. He wanted this, wanted it the same way he needed air.

He worked his ass off. The moment he was dropped off at boot camp he made sure to do everything possible to succeed. This resulted in many successes and recognition from superior officers. It had taken him 3 years to truly settle into something stable, a routine that he enjoyed and had grown to be fond of. He liked the rules and structure the military provided him and yet, he missed being able to visit see his mother but it was all worth it. The conversations they would have were insightful and the arguments they had, be it petty, were still fond to him.

His mother, as sweet as she could be and as stern as she was, was rivaled by her love of all things sweet. Freshly baked cookies, soft brownies with a crispy edge, macaroons with a tart filling. His mother was a sweet conesoure and it showed with how she would send mail to him about them. Pictures would be attached to heartfelt letters which its first half was asking if he was well and the second felt like a review of the latest sweet she had tried. He always wanted to argue, saying that at her age she should be focusing on bettering her diet but he would cave and say nothing. The joy it brought to his mothers was worth staying quiet. So he thought he would indulge her by buying her a set of pastries from a bakery that had grown in popularity in his home city while he was on leave.

He waited in what he could only describe as an overly exaggerated line. Too many people, all coming and going from the small shop, eagerly awaiting their turn to buy pastries. He was still in uniform as he hadn't had the time to change or fully decompress before passing by the bakery. His head was hurting from the jetlag and his legs felt like jelly. He needed to shave as his stumble had grown in and he wasn’t fond of beards since it came with an additional maintenance.

He wondered if his mother's affinity for sweets was the same thing that drove these people to line up for what had been 30 minutes already. As he waited in line he looked at one of the many menus displayed on the outside of the bakery. It was extensive and detailed. Some of the items had the word ‘New’ next to the name. He took a picture of the menu and began listing off the items he was thinking of buying. Some of the pastries had modifications for allergies or dietary restrictions. Some of the pastries looked like they would clog your arteries and give you all kinds of health problems.

He hadn’t noticed that the line had reached closer to the cash register, with him being the next person up to order until a voice called out to him.

“Sir? Are you ready?” Your voice was something else. Sweet and saccharine, Metaurus didn’t process what you had said until you called for him again.

“Sir?” Your brows were furrowed together as you looked at him with concern.

“S-sorry. Yes, I’m ready.” He approached the register, taking note of how tiny you were in comparison to him. You had to look up at him to make eye contact and he had to look down. The scene was almost comical if it weren’t for how nervous he was.

“What would you like today?” You asked. He had to hold his breath for a moment so he could regained his composure. You were wearing an apron that was stained with different colors ranging from pinks to blues and greens. Your sleeves were rolled up and your hair was in a net. You reminded him of his mother when she baked.

“I’m afraid my order will be extensive. Would it be possible to get one of everything?” He hadn’t planned on ordering everything off the menu, if anything it was pure nervousness that had him blurting such a foolish request. He didn’t know what to do and his brain wasn’t willing to work with him as he stared down at you. He wondered if you could that he was nervous.

“One of everything?” Your eyes widened in surprised.

“That would- that would set you back $380.” You explained. You were hoping he was joking, and to an extent was hoping he wasn’t as that amount if money form one transaction would still benefit your business.

“It’s for my mother. She adores sweets and is an avid host of afternoon tea.” He explained. He didn’t know where to look. He probably looked fresh off boot camp. Clean shaven and having only started developing muscle on his body, he knew he looked like a novice gym rat.

“Oh, well. Why don’t I sell you the items that are popular and that way you don’t break the bank and she can still try most of it?” You suggested. You smiled at him, hoping it would ease the clear tension he was carrying with him.

“That will also work.”

“Perfect! Do you want a coffee or drink? It’s on the house.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him while suggesting him with a smile.

“A coffe will be great.” He sighed, the tiredness he had forgotten about overcoming him at the thought of a warm drink to soothe his aching soul.

You giggled at him. How adorable could a soldier be? You took quick glances at him as you began ringing up his order and preparing the pastries yourself. He looked tired but he was your age, at least you assumed he was. His shoulders looked stiff and his stance was straight. Young military men always had the same look to them but he pulled it off even though he was exhausted. The subtle graying of his hair was also charming. Mostly caused by the stress of his work but nevertheless attractive.

You made sure to explain to him each pastry that you were giving him as you packed it up in a to go box. You had little cards that also helped explain the contents of the pastries that laid below the treat. The presentation was just as cute as you pressed a heart shaped skewer into the tinier treats to make sure they were easy to grab. You grabbed his coffee and asked if he wanted any milk to sugar added to it. Before handing it over to him, you made sure to write your name.

“If you ever decide to come back, please feel free to ask for me or make conversation. I miss having people to talk to.” You smiled and handed everything over before saying goodbye to him. He thanked you and grabbed everything. He walked out with a pastel purple to-go box with 12 different pastries that he didn’t recognize but could smell. They were freshly baked and he could smell the sweet sugar and syrups. It was nauseating and yet he didn’t mind all that much. He looked back through the windows of your bakery to see you still cashiering and helping people with a smile plastered on your face. Metaurus smiled at the sight. Maybe he liked sweets after all.