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druidwolf21 · 2 months ago

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HIIII LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! But I wonder how would the primarchs cuddle the reader?

AAHHH THANK YOU!! 🥺

You wanna know how they cuddle do ya?

We'll hopefully you like this!

A/N: are some of these out of character? Absolutely

Did I want to make this whole thing fluffy

ABSO FRIGGIN LUTLEY

Some of these are longer than others simply because I don't write the characters too often!

Cuddles with the primarchs

Lion El'johnson.

"Come here"

Your breath caught in your throat as lions deep voice rumbled through your chamber. He sat slouched in his chair, emerald eyes trained on you with each small step you took towards him.

"Yes, my lord?"

The primarch continued to watch silently as you stepped closer, before swiping out and grabbing your wrist. You yelped as he hauled you into his lap and buried his face in the crook of your neck, wrapping his great arms around you and holding you close to him. His breath was warm on your neck as he inhaled your scent and you laughed, wiggling your arms free to loop them around his neck and run your hands through his golden hair.

"If you wanted me to hold you, you just have to ask" you cooed, tilting your head allowing him to nuzzle into your collar.

"If I want to hold you, I will" Lion huffed, grumbling slightly and you fell into a warm silence. Straddled across his lap, you combed your fingers through the silken strands as he squeezed you to his chest.

"Of course, my Lion~"

Fulgrim

"Now where do you think you're going?"

You giggled as Fulgrim gripped your waist and hauled you back onto the bed with him, pulling you flush to his bare chest he wrapped around you. Silvered hair tickled your neck as he kisses over your cheek.

"Fulgrim stop we need to get ready"

The primarch felt hot as he hugged you closer, mumbling into your neck.

"They can wait, let me hold you just a little longer~"

Resignation set in and you sighed, scooting yourself backwards to press against him. His lips turned up in a smirk as he kissed along your throat.

"5 more minutes my sweet, then I promise we will get up"

Perturabo

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

Perturabo stood over you, leering down as you glared back at him.

'Did you think I wouldn't see that stupid face you were pulling? Trying to catch Dorn's attention?"

His scowl deepened when you rolled your eyes and waved him off.

"I was not making faces at Rogal Dorn, you're being ridiculous"

Barking laughter broke from him as he took a knee and grabbed your chin, pulling you to face him.

"Am I not enough for you?"

Perturabos voice was harsh as he spoke, but staring back at him you saw his eyes soften and his lips twitch, insecurity threatening to claw its way through the rage and boil and the surface.

"You are" you relented, reaching up to cup his face. "You're always enough"

His grip on your chin released as you wrapped your hands around his neck. Large hands found your waist and pulled you close, lifting you off the floor and clutching you to his chest.

"You're ridiculous" you sighed, kissing his cheek as he held you.

"If you ever do it again-"

Perturabo trailed off, squeezing you slightly as he spoke.

"I know. I know"

Jaghatai Khan

"It's freezing out here!"

You curled up against the Khan's broad chest as you sat precariously on the jet bike, hugging the chassis with numb fingers.

Jaghatai chuckled and leant over you, flicking the engine off with an easy movement. The roar of the engine cut instantly, but heat continued to radiate through the metal.

"It is not so bad" he laughed as you pressed your cheek to the rapidly cooling engine cover.

"Not for you, you're super human. I am just a normal human"

The Primarch hummed and reached down, prying your fingers off the bike. "come here then"

"No no no, it's warm please just let me warm up"

You whined as he pulled you from the heat and watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned his coat, popping the front open to reveal his broad scarred chest.

"Come here"

He spun you and pulled you against him, wrapping the dense fur around you and pressing you to his bare skin. The difference was immediate, heat radiating through you.

"Better?"

You lent your head back, grinning as colour began to return to your cheeks. His chest vibrated beneath you when you nuzzled back beneath the jacket and he laughed, cupping your back with his hand.

"Oh yeh, much better"

Leman Russ

"Down! Get down!"

2 pairs of eyes gleamed at you as you struggled to rise from the bed, held flat against the mattress by a thick layer of fur and a mass of muscle on top.

"Freki, Geri, get down! I have things to do I can't stay in bed all day"

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, wheezing and collapsing back down when a massive paw slammed into your chest followed by the wet drag of a hot rough tongue along your cheek.

Both wolves stood over you, ears pricked and tails wagging softly as they stared at you with vivid amber eyes whilst Freki's clawed paw rested on your stomach.

"Look I promise we can cuddle later, but I seriously have work I need to do-"

"Wolves don't bargain, they take what they want"

Leman's voice was rich and heavy with laughter as he stepped towards the edge of the bed shrugging a heavy furred cloak to the floor.

"I'm very quickly learning that"

He chuckled, reaching over the scruff his hand across the top of Freki's head.

"Alright enough, off"

With a low whine, the weight on your body lifted as the wolf released you, stepping back and settling on his haunches next to his brother towards the bottom of the vast bed. You sat up and groaned, stretching the ache from your back and watching as leman sat on the edge, pulling his snow trodden boots off and tossing them aside.

"Thank you, honestly I wish I could stay in bed but I have to UUFF-"

you promptly found yourself sprawled in your back again as leman lay next to you and rolled over, pinning you beneath a muscled arm.

"Are you serious! I have things to do! And you do! You're a primarch you can't spend all day in bed"

Russ grunted, pulling you toward him.

"Fenris is cold, little one. I'd hate for you to freeze"

He opened one icey blue eye and grinned.

"besides, didn't I just say you can't bargain with wolves"

Your retort was interrupted as, with an excited bark, the two wolves launched themselves towards you, sliding against your back and pressing into your legs as they curled up around you.

"Fine. Five more minutes"

Rogal Dorn.

"Rogal"

"...."

"Rogal"

"....."

"Roooogaaaaaallllll"

The praetorian sighed and dragged his hand down his face before looking over at you.

"Yes?"

"I'm bored"

He stared at you blankly, pen hovering over the diagram on his desk midway through writing.

"You interrupted me to tell me you are bored"

You nodded, smiling softly as he sighed again, tossing the pen aside and leaning back in his chair.

"You realize I have work to do? Important work"

"I know. But you've been doing it for ages, I think you need to take a break"

Steely eyes softened slightly as you stepped towards him and sat on his knees, leaning your back against his chest.

"I'm almost done" he muttered, placing a large palm on your waist and tracing a small circle into your skin with his thumb

You sat propped against him, dozing in his lap listening to the bellow of his lungs and the soft scratch of ink on parchment. His hand stayed present on your hip and his lips pressed gentle kisses to the crown of your head as he worked, enjoying the quiet companionship as he held you close.

You opened your eyes, blinking sleep from then as you looked around. The candles had burned low and the ink had long since dried on the schematics littered across the desk. You felt firm arms wrapped around you and you slid your head up, along the thick fabric of his shirt.

"Hey" he whispered, smiling slightly.

"Hi" you snuggled back down, relaxing into his arms as the last of the candle wick burnt down to cinders.

Konrad Curze.

"You're so small."

"Compared to you I am"

"And soft"

You leaned back and frowned at the night haunter, untangling yourself from his long arms with a scowl.

"Remember when we talked about things that sound good in your head, but are weird when you say them?"

"Yes"

"Yeh that's one of those things"

Curze flashed a grin, bearing jagged fangs as he pulled you back towards him. Hunched over in a dark corner in the bowels of the ship, the sound of ceramite and bellowing astartes was muted beneath tons of iron and the roar of engines.

"But you are. You are soft."

You conceded with a low huff and a roll of your eyes, allowing him to pull you back into his lap. In the darkness, you felt his hands run along your arms and his lips press to your temple, blind to everything except the flash of sharpened teeth. In the belly of the nightfall where light faltered and the noise was faint, Curze held you close, savouring the feel of your warmth against his bare skin.

"You are small and warm and soft"

He shook slightly as he clung to you, grounding himself and inhaling your scent.

"Soft and warm and so so fragile"

Sanguinius

"I'm sorry, I can't right now"

Sanguinius brushed past you into the room, tossing his cloak to the side. You gathered his cloak, struggling under the size and weight as you dragged it off the bed. You stilled as the heavy scent of iron hit your nose and a flash of scarlet across the fabric drew your eye.

Draping the material across a chair, you sat on the edge of the bed watching and waiting.

The angel stood near the window, the vast view of bhaal stretching out behind the frosted glass as he scrubbed his hands in a basin, the water slowly turning red. Tension was thick across his body, his shoulders stiff and wings puffed. He ran a soft towel across his hands and tossed it aside with a hiss.

"Sanguinius"

He glanced over his shoulder at your voice, watching you intently as you straightened the bed sheet before patting it.

"Sit. Please?"

With a heavy sigh, Sanguinius stepped over towards you and fell to the mattress, your body lifting as his weight hit the bed.

"Lay back"

Staring at you for a moment, he reluctantly slid backwards, spreading his arms wings across the silken sheets as he lay on his back with his legs hanging off the edge.

You shuffled, pressing yourself against him as you snuggled up to his side. Using his chest as a pillow, you ran your hand along the wall of muscle, tracing small shapes along his stomach.

After a moment, his own hand lifted and his finger trailed along your shoulder before gripping you and pulling you on top of him.

"Rough day?" You mused, pressing your ear against his pecs to listen to the dual beat of his hearts.

"Indeed"

"It's over now"

Sanguinius sat up suddenly, straddling you in his lap as his wings wrapped around you, shielding you both.

"yes. It's over now"

Ferrus manus

"What is this?"

"Not something you should be touching"

"what about this?"

Ferrus reached over and yanked the tool from your grip, placing it back on the table.

"It is not for you"

Rolling your eyes you folded your arms, pouting as the primarch continued to focus on his work.

"Ferrus'"

Silver eyes flicked to you before returning to the tools.

"Ferrus!"

With a growl he slammed the item down, rattling the worktop as he spun to you.

"What"

"You're the one who asked me to come here, so why are you ignoring me"

Ferrus Manus pinched the bridge of his nose, scowling and taking a deep breath before replying.

"You wanted to see my work, this is my work"

You softened, unclenching your arms. You had complained he left you alone too often, forgoing the limited time you had together to ticker in his workshop. You hadn't realized this was his attempt and making an effort.

"I know" you stepped towards him. "Im sorry"

Ferrus nodded, turning back to the table before pausing. With a grunt he lifted you, setting you down on a large stool near his worktop.

Stepping behind you he lent over your shoulder, his breath hot against your cheek as he spoke. Taking your hands, he moved them over each item on the desk.

"This is used to augment the cardiac valves in the astartes to ensure maintained pressure output from their heart."

He moved your hand to another device and his lips moved to your neck.

"This lens allows for increased optical resolution when sniping"

"and what's that?"

He scoffed, lips twitching against your throat.

"That's a screw driver"

"Oh"

He released your hands, placing his own metallic palms around your waist.

"Don't worry, you'll learn"

Angron

"Deep breath"

You knelt in the bunk as the primarch rested his head on your thighs, eyes crunched shut in pain. Running your hands along his cheeks and temples you slowly worked your fingers through the tense muscle.

"It's ok, I'm here"

Angron's teeth ground against each other as another wave hit him, the nails biting deep and flooding his body with rage. You moved along his jaw and down his neck, wincing as the muscle spasmed beneath your touch.

"You should go" he spat, wincing up at you.

"No it's ok"

The primarch head jerked and his fingers clenched at the sheets as another wave hit him.

"Im here, I've got you"

Angron's body shook and he snarled, spit flying from his jaw

"Why? Why do you stay. I could kill you"

"But you won't"

"I can't hold you" he whispered, twitching as he fought the nails.

"But I can hold you"

You bent over, cupping his cheeks as you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"I'll hold you as long as you need"

Roboute guilliman

"Roboute?"

Guilliman blinked up at you as you stepped into his office, a large steaming mug gripped in both hands.

"I thought you'd still be working, so I bought you this"

You stepped up to his desk, sliding the recaff across the surface and smiling sadly at him.

"You should take a break, you're exhausted"

He shook his head, dragging a hand through his short crop of blonde hair before taking a large swing of the coffee and wrinkling his nose.

"Is there sugar in this?"

You shrugged. "you need your energy"

Reclining back in the massive chair, guilliman puffed out a heavy breath and gestured over the forms across the table.

"I'll finish these and then come and join you a little while ok?"

Shaking your head you clambered up onto the desk, sitting on the forms and missives as you placed yourself directly in front of him.

"Come here"

You spread your arms wide and waited. Roboute cocked a brow at you before sliding his chair forward. You took his head in your hands and pulled it towards your chest.

"what are you-"

"Shhh"

You held him there until the tension began to leave him, the weight of his head becoming heavy in your hands as he slowly began to relax. He wrapped his own arms around your waist and nuzzled against your chest.

"Better?"

"Better"

Mortarion

"You should see this mortarion!"

You lent against the guardrail, staring out of the port side window of the endurance as it floated in orbit around the green planet.

"I've seen it"

"No really, it's beautiful!"

You heard the heavy wheeze behind you before you felt his presence.

"Look! Isn't it amazing!"

You leaned over further, pointing out through the glass.

"Be careful" he coughed, cold hands gripping into the back of your shirt. "It's a long way down if you fall"

You flashed a grin at him over your shoulder, catching the twitch of the mask on his face as he smiled back.

"I'm not scared, besides if I did fall I'm sure you-"

Creeeaaakk SNAP

As if on cue, the railing snapped. You floated for a split second, still gripping the split railing as your eyes turned down to see the control deck far below. Air rushed around your face and you opened your mouth to yell.

Suddenly you were yanked backwards, Harshly tossed to the floor as mortarion stood over you, eyes wide and body tensed.

"What did I tell you?"

Before you could reply, the pale king dropped to his knees and hauled you against him, one cold hand clutched to the back of your head as the other dug into your back.

"Be careful" he hissed, coughs wracking his body as he fought the panic that had risen so suddenly.

Mortarion froze as you slowly lifted your arms and wrapped them around his neck, pressing your face into his collar.

"Thank you"

Magnus

Magnus lounged on the large chaise, one leg kicked up against the cushion and the other propped on the floor as he flicked through the tome in his hands.

"Magnus?"

He paused, looking up from the page as you staggered into the room rubbing your eyes.

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"I woke up and you were gone" you whispered. "I was worried"

He cocked his head, red locks falling about his face and sympathetic smile as he spread his arms wide.

"Come here, little one"

Still blinking sleep from your eyes you shuffled forward, falling face down across his chest and sprawling across him, tangling your legs around his.

"What are you reading?"

"Would you like me to read it to you?"

Magnus placed a large hand on your head, soothing you as he spoke.

"In the age of man, before the imperium-"

Horus lupercal

"well aren't you a sight for sore eyes"

You laughed, sprinting towards the warmaster as he pushed his way into your chambers

"Horus! I missed you!"

He chuckled as you flung yourself towards him, easily lifting you so you could cling to his neck, peppering his cheek with kisses.

Carrying you with him, he perched himself on the edge of your bed, falling backwards and rolling to pin you beneath him.

"I was so worried! I heard you were injured"

"Greatly exaggerated tales" he mused, pressing his forehead to yours.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead he sat back upright, draping his heavy fur around you and pulling you to his side.

"Luckily Chaplain Erebus was able to help me before things got too out of hand"

You snuggled against his side with a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands holding you tightly.

"I'm glad, it sounds like he looked after you"

"Indeed. All is well"

Lorgar aurelian

Lorgar sat on his knees before you. wide eyes and lips parted, he stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"My love, my love" he whispered, over and over as you ran your hands over his shaved head and cheeks.

"Yes, I'm here lorgar"

He rested his head in your lap, closing his eyes with a blissful sigh as you danced your fingers across his skin.

"Hold me" he cooed, tilting his jaw to meet your fingers. "Bless me with your touch"

"Let me embrace you, lorgar" you hummed, your voice distorted as the world flickered around you.

"Yes, embrace me"

"Join me, Lorgar... Forget the imperium... And join me"

Vulkan

"You are welding that incorrectly"

You threw the hammer down, sweaty and irritated as once again the dagger warped in the heat. Vulkan laughed, watching you throw you hands up exasperated.

"It takes time to get this right, don't get angry"

"That's easy for you to say!"

Turning your back to vulkan, you stamped your tooth and seethed. Glaring at the glowing forge you kicked and the anvil, hissing when pain shot through your foot.

"Take a breath"

You stiffened as vulkan knelt and wrapped his arm around you from behind. The heat of the workshop was nothing compared to the furnace of primarch that pressed his weight against you.

"you'll get there" he whispered against your ear, gently stroking your arm.

"I know"

"Now try again. this time, like this" he slid his hand from your hip, up to your shoulder and along your arm, gripping your wrist and flexing it"

"got it?"

"Got it"

Corvus Corax

The room was dark, only a single streak of moonlight creeping through the fluttering curtains and painting a silver streak across your face as you slept.

Corvus stood wreathed in shadows watching you. Your lips parted slightly as you mumbled. Stepping silently from the corner, he slipped onto the bed beside you, brushing a curtain of hair from your face.

"I'm back" he whispered, pulling the sheet over your shoulder.

You muttered and twitched at his voice, but remained locked in sleep as he curled up next to you, reaching over to pull you against him. Placing a large palm across your stomach, he pulled your hips against his and curled around you, sliding his other arm under your head.

"I'm here now"

He froze as you opened your eyes. blinking in confusion you twisted slightly, seeing the raven lord curled up behind you.

"Oh, am I dreaming?" You yawned.

"Yes, just a dream"

You nodded like you'd heard a secret and rolled back over, rubbing you head against his arm and locking your fingers with his long slender ones across your stomach.

"I hope I don't wake up too soon"

Alpharius/Omegon

"you know how I can tell you apart?"

The twins both looked up at you, identical looks of amusement as you glanced at them over the table.

"Oh really?"

"mhmm. And I can prove it. Come here"

One of the brothers stood, chuckling, he strode over and took a knee in front of you. You rose to your feet and opened your arms wide.

"Hold me"

The primarch smile broadened as he wrapped both arms around your waist and lifted you, spinning you around as he squeezed you gently. After a moment he set you down and you gestured to the other to do the same.

With a confident smirk he approached you. Dropping to kneel, he wrapped one hand around your waist as the other tangled itself in your hair, tilting your neck as he brushed his lips against your pulse point.

After a moment, you stepped back and pointed

"You're Alpharius"

Pointing to the second twin.

"And you're Omegon"

Alpharius laughed, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

"Very well done. But what if we weren't to touch you?"

You tapped your lip in fake thought.

"We'll I suppose I'd have to slap a sticker or something on your back, just to be safe"

You giggled as they stared at you dumbfounded.

"Probably best you just keep hugging me yeh?"

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mehiwilldoitlater · 12 days ago

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Reader: *being Calliphone's close friend*

Perturabo: …*looming over Reader*

Reader: Calliphone, your brother scares me. He's watching me like a madman.

Calliphone: He just has a crush on you, can you believe it? *laughing* He'll grow out of it!

Reader: Y-yeah…

in less than a few years

Perturabo: I need to discuss a serious matter with you.

Reader: CALLIPHONEINEEDASSISTANCE CALLIPHONEDONOTSTANDTHERECOMEANDHELPME.

((Primarch grow up in the range of a few years, this thing is nuts))

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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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absynthe-mind · 1 month ago

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Primarchs Soulmate AU (with you)

I’ve been writing too much happy stuff, so errrr, some of these are a little diabolical… you guys will forgive me, right, right??!!?!

(will you forgive me if I make a part two of this in a happy version in recompense??? TwT)

TW: grimdark/cannon typical content, death, self-harm, violence, physiological manipulation, maiming, slavery, child abuse - look its bad in here okay there is only angst and warhammer typical horror to be found

Taglist: @druidwolf21 , @incrediblethirst , @bookandyarndragonwritesdark , @meervalv0

Edited 30/06/2025 for soulmate marker clarity + few extra sentences with Lion + Corvus (more pain >:D)

Lion El’Jonson - I

(Shared sensations)

Crawling under his skin filled his every waking moment. Skin that was warm to the touch of every serf, apothecary and otherwise but felt freezing cold beneath his fingers.

Once upon a time it had felt warm, and he’d felt the kiss of sunlight against him even in the cold depths of space, and he’d felt the soft slip of silk against his own - all sensations he’d shared with them.

He would apologise to them over and over, for feeling what he felt, for the pain he endured in battles, for the cruelty of being bound to him.

You would always wave him off with a smile, swat at him for being silly, reassure him that loving him was worth every moment of agony, of the grip of steel in your fingers and rivers of another’s blood that graced your skin.

Never in those days had he expected to pay tenfold for every lingering gentle moment you’d given him with the constant chilling pressure of your stone coffin on his back.

'Sleeping' was nice, he could almost, almost pretend he was resting with you, that you were finally together again at last.

Fulgrim - III

(Flowers appear where soulmate gets injured)

At least of all the possible soul markings he could have had, they were beautiful, worthy of display on his skin.

Flowers blossom in the most predictable and oddest of places. A rose bush on the back of his arm, forget-me-nots blooming where his lover skinned their knees. They all fade, but he admired their beauty as they last, often sketching them to reminisce on their strange charm and allure at later dates.

What did you think of the flowers he gave you for mere moments in comparison to your slowly healing wounds? Sometimes he healed so quickly you might not have even noticed delphinium weaving up your torso before it disappeared, and he could imagine your panic at seeing lilies blossoming around your head as he was shot.

Still, he loved the idea that the two of you had gifted flowers to each other long before ever meeting, like the romantic lovers of old, and it was only right he should have such a perfect way to identify you.

He doesn’t find you before the heresy, he doesn’t find you before Rylanor finds him, but when he recovers? He’s determined.

You were the one pleasure he had not yet found, the one ecstasy he was yet to enjoy. Yes, he would find you and teach you the meaning of bliss, of the excess he deserved from you.

It would not be an easy task, scouring the galaxy for you, but he would not leave his search empty handed. He would simply have to make the task easier, make you easier to identify.

The blade doesn’t even register as painful as he carves marks for him to match onto himself.

He just can’t wait, and when he finds you, he can even decorate himself better too - he’s already begun designing how he wants trails of flowers coming down from around his horns, creating designs on his scales, oh he will look so perfect.

Perturabo - IV

(Shared dreams)

Dreams were a waste of time, sleeping was a waste of time.

There was always work to be done.

He had no use for the weakness that came from sleeping, from the exposure, the vulnerability it presented - if it were not for the biological requirement he would have done away with it all together. He could only be grudgingly thankful that his superior genes meant he needed very little sleep, and when he did, he was rarely cursed with such frivolity as dreams.

Until recently.

Now, wherever he slept, he dreamt, but these dreams weren’t his own, they were not the past, the present or the future certainty of iron. They were another’s dreams, infecting his own, weakening him with laugher, and sunlight and-

He slept less.

Already he slept little, but now he pushed his primarch biology to the maximum, using every advantage, every stimulant, pushing himself beyond the maximum of exhaustion and ignoring what came when he closed his eyes.

It worsened.

Butterflies haunted him, a swarm of great yellow swallowtails fluttering in the corner of his eye, disappearing when looked at.

The phantom touch of a hand caressing his chin.

A whisper asking him why, begging him to come to bed.

Another cup of recaff is brought to his workshop, he ignores the ribbon swaying in an invisible breeze on the handle.

Jaghatai Khan - V

(Compass tattoo points to them)

The fields of Chogoris were perfect as always for riding, the thundering of hooves carrying him far over the barren grasslands. He had no destination in mind, just a simple ride where his hair could flow freely through the winds, but like always he found himself wandering in the direction it pointed.

The compass had been a constant companion on his wrist, a marking that the tribal leaders told him would bring him a fortune greater than any lands he conquered.

It did not sit idly on his wrist, luckily not pointing so some distant planet across the galaxy, but only across the mountains and great blue seas. He took great pleasure in seeing it move, pointing across the horizon as he wondered where you were exploring today, hoping you had the same wanderlust and need to run as he did.

When he found you, he found perfection, a person made wholly for him. You matched him at every turn, supported and uplifted him, and better yet like him you did not age. His compass stopped spinning, morphing into a stunning tattoo that captured the very essence of the two of you combined.

It pained him greatly, when he had to leave you behind in charge of ruling Chogoris in his absence, but coming back to you with the galaxy a safer place and the knowledge that one day he’d be able to take you to see the stars by his side, once these crusades were over.

You didn’t age, they had all the time in the galaxy once his work was done, and he could not think of anyone better to take care of his beloved home planet.

The heresy was a mess, he worried for you constantly, but you were safe, Chogoris was safe, and he was to return to reinforce the Yasan sector where his homeworld resided now that it was all over.

You were not safe, you were GONE!

The Great Khan raged, he knew what those foul eldar did to those they took.

The Drukhari would know no peace, they would know nothing but pain, and he swore unto every power that he would find you once more - what he wouldn’t give to have his compass back, what he wouldn’t give to have you by his side once more.

Leman Russ - VI

(Shared tastebuds)

He has no idea how he’s ever meant to find his mate. Not that it stops him from trying, just that it’s a stupid idea trying to find a soulmate among quintillions of humans by tasting what the other eats.

Another downside being that their diet is decidedly shit.

Wet slop, wet slop, wet slop.

It’s always the same, no native fruit, fauna, meat - just wet slop, once a day, every other day. Which of course, narrowed it down to just over half of the human population’s factory workers or something similar.

While the slop wasn’t tasteless per say, at the very least he was providing interesting flavours for them, fresh meat, ale - everything you need in life.

More wet slop.

Though he supposes it's a lie to say that’s all he ever tastes, on occasion the taste of harsh copper tinged blood fills his mouth, and he knows for certain it’s not his.

Wet slop, wet slop, slightly drier (but still pretty wet) slop.

He never thinks to complain about wet slop again when he starts tasting the dry, ashy mix of militarum rations, he can only hold on to some dying hope that his mate will preserve.

Even knowing what fate it is that awaits them, he can’t wait to take care of them properly, he’ll make sure they never eat slop again.

Rogal Dorn - VII

(Timer counting down to meeting)

Tick, tick, tick.

It makes no sound but he can mentally hear it ticking down constantly, like a metronome. The inevitability of his demise marching towards him, one tick at a time.

Ticking down to the moment he meets his soulmate, his other half, the one who will ‘complete him’.

He’s heard the stories of people never having a care in the world about soulmates who meet them and fall in love. Worse yet, he’s seen it happen in even the most stoic of his brothers and sons.

It was the ultimate distraction, and he had to ban the practice for the sake of the legion.

Tick, tick, tick.

Dread looms over him as he tries to shove the feeling down and finish the blueprint in front of him.

He must not lose focus, he must complete his mission, he must stand strong.

He can’t afford to love somebody, not with his duty.

There is a plan in place, at least. Once he meets them, he will inform his most loyal sons, who will dutifully escort them away, off planet if necessary - relocate them somewhere remote and far away, never to inform him of their location.

He will remain steadfast.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…

Konrad Curze - VIII

(See in colour when soulmates first touch)

Inky blackness spills across his hands out across the deep grey cobbles, accompanied by the flooding taste of iron on his tongue.

Another worthless piece of criminal scum brought to justice. His rancid little accomplices would meet their swift ends soon also.

The night is silent except for their screams, the snapping of their bones, the squelch of their organs. And the slowly fading gurgling of their victim in the alleyway behind. A shame he had been late to kill them before they inflicted their crimes upon the world, but at least they could die knowing justice had been served.

He organises the drab grey corpses to be skinned before deciding to drag the victim over to see his work, a rare act of kindness, showing at least someone his great deeds and handiwork. They might have lived if he sought medical attention for them first, but then one might have gotten away…

More pitch black liquid was leaking from their mouth, interspersed with little white bubbles now fading. He could hear their heart stuttering as he reached down to pick them up, they had only moments now - and red exploded across his hands.

Sanguinius - IX

(Red string of fate)

He spends his youth chasing it down across the sky, flying up as far as the atmosphere will allow him before diving down and letting it snap back.

It was a guide to him, across the barren landscape - that single, unbreakable red thread that ribboned through the air with him wherever he went. He never felt alone with you tethered to him, no matter how far you were.

He grows older and sees more of the universe, and of the future, and the happiness wavers, but meeting you is still the single best day of his life. You’ll be happy together for as long as you both live.

Time seems to pass in a dreamlike state, living together, loving together freely - he understands the word ‘soulmate’ now.

Even with his inevitable doom on the horizon he takes great joy in living life with you, knowing at least he can make arrangements to keep you safe and cared for in his absence.

It’s late 003.M31 when he sees it, and feels it will be soon.

How could he ever bear to tell you?

No, no, it would break you. Instead, he’ll ask his closest brother to take care of you for a short while, Horus would keep you well in his absence, he would make sure you were alright for him.

He’s alone, the thread snapped and tattered not meters out in front of him, leading to the cold void of space, like the void where he should feel you.

Blood fills the room, blood fills his lungs, he can just barely distinguish the thread from the red around it. He closes his eyes and hopes he’ll see you when he opens them.

Ferrus Manus - X

(First touch makes skin bloom in colour)

His fingertips are a dull black, bleeding the way up his hands and fading towards his wrist. Everyone who looks at him knows what it means - soulmate. He’ll touch them somewhere and mark them forever, and his own stains will bloom to light with colour.

Stoic as he is, even he can’t help but feel an undercurrent of excitement, there is someone out there for him, someone who will match him pace for pace, who will understand and balance him.

He’s observed soulmates from afar on Medusa as he became a folk-tale, seen how they improve upon each other. The idea of someone existing who he could improve and would in turn improve him was thrilling.

They were gone now, after the fight.

It was a gruelling one, the great silver wyrm Asirnoth was not an easy beast, and though victory was ultimately his, as he examined his newly coated necrodermis he couldn’t help but wonder if the price was far too steep.

In their absence, he would simply have to pick up the slack in improving himself, there was no place for such weakness.

Angron - XII

(First words written on body)

Words plastered across his skin in angry red, the red of his own fresh blood, “My deepest apologies, my Lord, I didn’t mean-”

The words confused him as a child. Would he overhear them spoken from the mouth of another tortured soul to a cruel master, only to never see them again as they were torn apart? There were no happy endings for soulmates among slaves, there were no happy endings among slaves full stop.

Nothing removed the words, no cut or injury - it would just scab right over and words reform over scarred skin.

He spent every day waiting in agony for the words to start burning, for they day he’d hear them uttered, but that day never came.

He eventually understood what the context would inevitably be once his genefather retrieved him.

He also understood something else, he did not need some silly little soulmate just waiting for him to wrap a hand around their neck when the nail bit.

Roboute Guilliman - XIII

(Recieve things the other loses)

The 41st Millennium was exhausting.

A crumbling Imperium, dead brothers, fanatical worshippers, constant pain and exhaustion, the armour of fate-

Quite frankly, when he caught whichever son, serf or other decided pranking him was a good idea theoretically or practically he was going to wring them by the next.

It started with a child’s pacifier on his desk. Is that what they thought of him now? In secret? A petulant child? Perhaps they were instead mocking his father.

Following that, the occasional child’s toys or items would appear in his quarters, on his desk, in his bed, on one occasion in his bath.

The investigations turned up nothing, and the entire Macragge’s Honour was on tense high alert. His sons were furious, running everyone ragged with increased patrols and interrogations.

Worse yet, someone had begun stealing from him.

Just little things he thought he’d misplaced in his exhaustion at first, but then they couldn’t be found. A report here, a cup of recaff put down and never picked up again there…

Finally, after several long years, the rumours escape from the tight circle of sons when a colourful toddler’s sock is seen on his armour while he gives a speech.

However, what follows is not what he had expected, the serfs watching were celebrating for him - a rare soulmate bond, receiving your other half’s lost items. He feels a little foolish for not having put it together in hindsight, but still such a bond was a rarity compared to a red string or first words, he had never assumed he would…

Still, the relief is palpable, and he feels himself growing excited over the thought of a soulmate, someone to be his other half in a lonely galaxy. Soon enough you’d be old enough to communicate through lost items - those missing reports might very well be a boon if they led you to him.

It sets him at ease to know you’re well cared for, the quality of items found indicates you’re from a good, moderately wealthy family and will likely have a good quality of life.

You must be seven or eight when he finds a piece of parchment in the armoury. He sees colourful scribbles and his heart soars, a drawing for him to treasure till he meets you. He mentally calculates the space he’ll need to make to display it on his office wall, should he have it framed perhaps-

It stays in his quarters, buried at the bottom of a hidden lock box, never to be seen again.

A drawing of a happy family, he supposes. A perfect family, if the ears weren’t quite so long.

Mortarion - XIV

(Body switching)

Everybody knew that on midnight of the Terran new year all soulmates switched bodies for 24h until you met them in person. It was always utter pandemonium, from active warzones to school teachers, once both partners were of age, no one was safe.

Mortarion had thought he was safe, and had thought incorrectly. Even being a daemon prince of Nurgle could not save him from the machinations of fate.

He hadn’t kept track of the date, so it was even more jarring when he woke up on a small, battered palette, back aching and joints popping, wondering what had happened in the warp to bring him to such a place.

A mundane room, on a mundane hive world, in a mundane body. A weak, fragile human body, not a weapon to hand. Panic begins to seize him, weak, weak, weak- he was weak all over again, and nothing he could possibly do would give him strength.

It’s an effort that leaves fingers bleeding and lungs heaving to rip out meagre furniture, piling it against the single door, barricading him in for the duration. He could endure a single day, he could-

It would be every year now. He was bound to this fragile little mortal shell. By the Grandfather- they, they were in his body. So preoccupied by his own predicament he’d failed to even consider that another was in his body right now.

He could only imagine what they were feeling, the confusion, the horror, the revulsion. Being trapped in his rotting, decaying body, the sick scent of putrefaction, being stuck in the garden - without the mental blessings or fortitude to endure his fate.

He could endure a single day trapped in the horror of your failing mortal body, but could you withstand his corruption, what had he made of you?

Magnus the Red - XV

(You each have one of the other's eyes)

Which one, which one.

If he got this wrong - if he got this wrong he lost them forever, the potential of ever meeting them was gone.

But it was his fault, he had to save his legion, his sons, and he was fairly sure he was right… No, he was sure he was right.

The ceremonial knife hovers over his right eye, a trade, a price he must pay to save his sons from the flesh-change.

An eye was a heavy price for anybody to pay, but for someone who shared a pair of eyes with their soulmate? If he cut the wrong one out he would never be able to find them, that was the true price he paid here today, losing the chance to meet his other half.

He was always confident, thus far he had always known best, but deep down, in his gut, he had a sinking feeling he couldn’t shake that no matter what he did he would get today wrong in one way or another.

He switches, the blade lingering over his left socket, hands shaking.

There just wasn’t enough time, he had to choose now…

Horus Lupercal - XVI

(Timer counting to the other's death)

It’s saddening, understandable, but saddening. He looks down at his wrist to see his mortal soulmate’s time ticking away, second by second. He knows precisely when they’ll die, which is in 6 years, 2 months, 11 days, 4 hours, 32 minutes, and 12, 11, 10...

He’s come to terms with it, he’ll enjoy the time he gets with them, after all - they’ll be meeting for the first time shortly, and he’ll give them a better life than any human could ever dream of having for what’s left of it.

It’s bittersweet meeting them, but there’s something wrong, the look of vague horror on their face, he doesn’t quite-

He looks down at their arm, at his timer, the countdown to his own demise. He promised himself he wouldn’t but he can’t stop himself.

He- he’s a primarch. He-

Why does he only have 15 years left.

Lorgar Aurelian - XVII

(Writing/tattoos appear on the other)

The last thing he was expecting to wake up to was neat calligraphy on the inside of his wrist, ‘Are you in a cult or something? Do you know how weird it is to walk about with crazy symbols all over your face?’

He stares in shock for a long time before falling to his knees before the altar in his room, praises for The One falling from his lips in prayers and hymns and thanks.

The One had seen fit to bless him with a soulmate, the greatest gift, a second half to his soul. After so long without he had thought…

No matter, he could write with them, speak with them. They clearly did not understand, but that did not matter, they would come to learn through him.

Kor Phaeron would be so pleased, he had always admonished his lack of soulmate bond as a flaw within him to be punished, one strike for every day he went unblessed. A mark that he was not devout enough to be honoured with such a boon from The One.

He begins to write, paragraphs forming over every free inch of skin, ‘My dearest beloved, we have so much to speak on. These markings are of no mere false cult, you should bear them with the utmost pride as they-’

Vulkan - XVIII

(Shared feelings and thoughts)

Feeling his soulmate’s strong emotions and the occasional smatterings of thoughts to go along with them often happened at inopportune times, but never failed to make him smile - after all, he had a beloved little treasure waiting for him somewhere in the galaxy.

He was even managing to narrow down planets based on thoughts you’d had about the weather, terrain and such…

It pulled him through the hardest of times, your happiness, kindness, those little thoughts you unwittingly shared pushed him forward through the worst of the campaign, even your sadness, or anger reminded him of what he was fighting for, and it made him happy still to help you through it.

He’d found a correlation, the stronger your emotions, the more he felt them, with little wisps of thoughts to match.

Long nights are spent wondering what you feel from him, whether his joy at experiencing the bond bleeds through, whether feeling his strength makes you feel safe. When you finally meet you’ll be able to talk to each other from across the galaxy. He could speak with you while fighting campaigns, not having to truly leave you - he was so lucky to have such a bond.

Fear. Fear, fear, fear, fear.

You were deathly afraid, so afraid it had his own hearts pumping as if he were in the midst of death throes in a fierce battle and not relaxing in the forge. Your thoughts are no help, an indecipherable jumble of utter terror.

In his mind’s eye he sees the snapping of jaws, wild and demonic in nature, and then he doesn’t feel fear ever again in his long, long life.

Corvus Corax - XIX

(Shared tattoo/marking)

Long, dark tendrils, stretching all the way down his right arm and half his back in a dizzying pattern of feathers, swirls and concentric shapes. A soulmate tattoo, or so he’d been taught by the slaves of Lyceaus that raised him. His soulmate would have the other matching half.

Many long nights were spent envisioning the type of person you’d be: a painter, who would be the soft lover to his harsh edges, in another fantasy you’re a fearsome warrior, battling alongside him.

He always imagined in every scenario that they represented freedom, the freedom he’d achieve for everyone.

He never imagines he’d meet you like this.

You’re everything he ever wanted, a freedom fighter, a radical, rising up against the unjust, and you’re here with him, on Lyceaus. By some cruel twist of fate you’d split through his fingers, having never been found despite being on the same desolate mining moon.

You were also dead. Slaughtered. A casualty. You’d died for freedom and you’d died a slave.

Face down and unmoving on the cold metal floor, blood pooling beneath you and hair splayed out wildly around you from the odd angle of your fall. Your half of the tattoo is deliberately exposed on your back.

He wonders if you looked at it and dreamt of freedom too.

Try as he might, after the battle no one is able to identify you. Everyone who knew you is dead, records are lost or destroyed - you remain nameless.

Alpharius/Omegon - XX

(Name on each others wrist)

It was rare, but not unheard of, to have two names on your wrists.

Alpharius & Omegon.

They weren’t on opposite wrists like two names traditionally were, but instead together on your left with matching handwriting and flourishes.

You don’t find them, however, they find you.

Life is a whirlwind those first few weeks, folded into cargo boxes, moved through ships, passed hands at least a dozen times before finally arriving in your new ‘home’.

It was easy at first, understanding the need for secrecy when they tentatively explained the situation to you.

It got harder very fast. No more family, no more friends, this room was your life now, and they were your only point of contact with the world at large. It wasn’t that they didn’t love you, or you them, it was just difficult.

Long hours away, severe isolation, all the secrets weighing heavy on your heart and head.

You wish you could remember what sunlight felt like.

Slowly, slowly, you stop responding to much stimulus at all. You don’t greet them at the door with zeal, you don’t respond when they ask questions, eyes blank.

Later, you wake up alone in a hospital. Spotty memory, no recollection of the planet you’re on, a mysteriously full bank account, house deed in your name, the feeling you should be remembering something important, and a missing left hand.

Bonus: The Emperor

(Shared injuries)

The sheer panic in the throne room the day that the first injury appeared on him from absolutely nowhere was completely unparalleled. Custodes were shouting orders, apothecaries were being summoned, the whole palace was on high alert for an invisible intruder of some sort.

Meanwhile, the Emperor himself was staring down at his freshly skinned knee with a sort of strange excitement not seen before in many a millenia.

The hunt to find you is immediate, not only since you inadvertently pose a great threat to the Emperor and thus Imperium with your ability to inflict your own injuries onto him but because he wanted you - he’d only waited tens of thousands of years to meet the one destined to be his other half, the one worthy to the the soulmate of the Emperor of Mankind.

He never gets to meet you, but sometime in the 35,000 you are brought to him, alike in corpse-like nature. Despite this, you’ve been dressed up in exquisite finery, fit for your role.

The custodes climb the golden throne, gently nestling you onto his lap, carefully pulling a skeletal arm around to support you.

Thousands of years go by.

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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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aggresivemenace · 1 month ago

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Primarchs Who Are a Beautiful Mess in Bed

1. Mortarion

As already said, Mortarion is naturally sensitive - painfully so. Every touch is ecstasy to him, every brush of skin a storm in his quiet, restrained world. What makes it all the more intense is the fact that you are his first. Before you, he had never known the pleasures of the flesh.

In your arms, the grim and fearsome Primarch unravels - becoming something else entirely. A trembling, gasping youth with snow-white hair and a voice that quivers with need. He moans softly into your neck, utterly undone by your warmth, your kindness, your hands.

"Look at you…so tender in my arms," you murmur, brushing his damp hair from his face. "You can barely breathe, my love…"

He whimpers at your words, overwhelmed, helpless beneath your gentle touch - a beautiful, breathless mess clinging to you as if you were the only real thing left in a world long choked with poison and sorrow.

2. Leman Russ

At first, he is like a wild beast - a wolf claiming the she who belongs to him by right. His movements are rough, primal, driven by instinct and flame. You feel his hunger in every kiss, every grip of his powerful hands.

But then… something shifts. As he nears the peak of pleasure, the fierce wolf gives way to something softer - something startlingly vulnerable. A whining, whimpering pup emerges in his place.

Overwhelmed by the scents, the sounds, the sensations pouring from you, Leman loses himself completely. The growls are replaced by gasps and deep, open moans; his hands tighten around your body, not with dominance, but with desperate, breathless adoration. He clings to you like a drowning man to warmth - like a creature who has finally found home.

"Oh, Leman… my love, my beautiful wolf," you whisper, your voice trembling with affection.

He breathes heavily against the back of your neck, sometimes instinctively nipping at your nape, like a creature too full of need to hold back.

3. Perturabo

Intimacy never came easy to him. Beneath his cold precision and stoic command lies a fragile self-worth, worn thin by decades of being overlooked, underestimated, used. He strives for perfection in all things - and that includes you, and everything he does with you behind closed doors.

There is uncertainty in him, masterfully masked by iron pride and a sharp tongue. But when he stands naked before you - not as the Lord of Iron, but as a man - the cracks begin to show, if only faintly. He tries to hide them. Tries to stay composed.

But once your bodies join, the mask shatters. Sit astride his hips, ride him slowly, then faster — let your hands cradle his face as you move. Look into his eyes. Tell him how good he is. How much you love him. How his body, his cock, the way he touches you - it all drives you wild.

The moment is too much for him. That unbearable tenderness, the praise, the eye contact - it breaks him. Perturabo, who never bends, starts to whimper from a mix of pleasure and sweet, unbearable shame.

By morning, the Primarch of the Iron Warriors can barely tear himself away from you. He clings like a man starved for softness and finally allowed to taste it.

4. Lorgar Aurelian

There’s one thing Lorgar can scarcely admit even to himself: he absolutely adores sex. The Emperor gave him a burning, insatiable libido, and faith became one of the ways he tried to smother such “sinful” desire.

So when he’s with you, when you lie together in the quiet dark, every shared touch becomes something sacred - a reward, a holy rite, a private absolution.

"Light of my life," you whisper, straddling him, moving slowly as he lies beneath you - barely coherent, undone by sheer pleasure.

"My Lo…"

And at that, his eyes roll back in bliss - body shivering, soul unspooling - as he reaches his peak with a gasp that sounds like prayer.

5. Sanguinius

Sanguinius is a deeply tender creature - though over time, he learned to bury that tenderness, to lock it away beneath poise and grace. But with his beloved wife, he hides nothing.

Your intimacy is always preceded by long games of touch and tease, flirtation and whispered affections. Sanguinius becomes like a courting bird - full of beauty and pride, desperate to be pleasing. He wants to delight you, to earn every sigh and moan, to make you feel worshipped.

But it never takes long before that careful composure begins to slip. His eyes flutter shut, soft moans fall from his lips, and his thrusts grow desperate and erratic. The Great Angel gives himself to you completely - lost in the rhythm of your bodies, undone by the power you hold as a beautiful, sensual woman.

"Oh, Sanguinius! My little bird," you gasp, holding his neck close, your breath trembling against his skin.

6. Fulgrim

Fulgrim was made for beauty - he has known this since childhood. He strives for perfection in all things: in word, in gesture, in the way he kisses you. But this obsession with excellence also makes him fragile. To be perfect is to fear failure. Especially in bed. Especially before you.

Every act of love with him is a performance. He enters it with grace and intensity, like stepping onto a stage, hoping for applause. He wants to dazzle you, to conquer you, to be the one who steals your breath. He flirts, he touches, he acts out passion - but what he truly craves is not praise, but love.

And then you're together. His movements are precise, beautiful - for a time. But the longer you stay with him, the more the rhythm breaks down. His breath quickens, sweat beads on his brow, and his silken hair sticks to his neck. You whisper how beautiful he is. How you love him. How good he feels inside you.

"Oh, my star, my muse…please…more," he whispers, nearly sobbing from pleasure and unbearable bliss. His hips tremble, hands clutching at the sheets. He is no longer a lord, no longer a Primarch, but a man, shivering under your gaze.

With you, in your bed, Fulgrim forgets about perfection. He simply gives himself over - body and soul - trusting them into the hands of the woman he loves.

By morning, he buries his face in your chest, unable to pull away. Even Fulgrim, the epitome of beauty, is helpless before the power of your touch.

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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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baldieboi · 3 months ago

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You prank the Primarchs (wholesome pranks). How do you prank them and what's their reaction? Part 1

Note: I tried. Keyword is tried. I decided to make it into several parts because for some Primarchs I still have no idea. For those whom I already had... here they are.

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Perturabo

Perturabo scowled at the hololithic display in his workshop, fingers twitching over the controls. The schematics for his latest siege engine flickered then dissolved into a looping animation of tiny, cartoonish Titans dancing in a conga line.

A note fluttered to the floor.

'Even the mightiest walls need a break. Enjoy the show, Lord of Iron.'

His jaw tightened. His first instinct was to crush the projector in his fist but then against his will a snort escaped him. The absurdity of it, the sheer audacity of someone slipping past his defenses to do this…

He exhaled sharply. "Clever," he muttered. Then after a pause he added "But next time I will find you."

(He kept the animation saved in his archives. Just in case.)

Roboute Guilliman

Guilliman’s stylus paused mid-signature. The document before him was wrong.

'Request for Immediate Deployment of Ultramarines: Operation Tea Party Diplomacy. Objective: Convince Ork Warboss to switch to chamomile.'

He flipped the page.

'Estimated casualties: One (1) teacup, shattered in the inevitable scuffle.'

His brow furrowed. Then slowly he pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is not how standardized forms are formatted," he muttered. But when he spotted the tiny doodle of an Ork in a frilly hat in the margin the corner of his mouth twitched.

By the end of the da the falsified document was pinned to his office door with a single red stamp: 'Denied. But amusing.'

Rogal Dorn

Dorn entered his chambers to find a small, intricate structure on his desk. A fortress. Made entirely of brightly colored plastic bricks.

A note rested beside it. 'Your move, Praetorian.'

He stared. Then with deliberate care he knelt to examine it. The walls were sturdy, the gatehouse functional, the towers… slightly uneven.

"Hmph." He adjusted a block. Then another.

Two hours later when his equerry found him, Dorn was still there surrounded by scattered bricks, his expression one of deep focus. "The foundation needed reinforcement," he said as if that explained everything.

(The fortress remained on his desk for weeks. No one dared touch it.)

Horus Lupercal

Horus unrolled the battle plan with a frown.

'Phase One: Deploy all forces in the shape of a smiley face.'

'Phase Two: Hope the enemy is too confused to fight back.'

'Phase Three: ???'

'Phase Four: Victory (probably).'

He blinked. Then slowly a grin spread across his face. "Oh, this is good," he chuckled, tossing the scroll to Maloghurst. "Find out who did this. Then promote them."

Maloghurst sighed. "My lord, this is a security breach—"

"And the first laugh I’ve had in weeks," Horus said, still grinning. "Worth it."

Lorgar Aurelian

Lorgar’s quill froze over the parchment. The sacred text he’d been transcribing now read:

'And lo, the Emperor did say unto His sons: 'Stop being so dramatic. Have a cookie.''

He stared. Then with a slow bemused smile he set the quill down. "A jest at the expense of divinity," he mused. "Bold."

He almost crossed it out.

Instead, he left it and added a tiny footnote: 'Editor’s note: The cookie was, in fact, delicious.'

Konrad Curze

Konrad’s claws flexed as he stepped into his quarters. The room was wrong.

A chalk outline on the floor. A fake bloodstain (paint, he noted instantly). And a note pinned to the wall with a knife:

'The Night Haunter’s greatest fear: A world without crime. (Also, you left your window unlocked.)'

Silence. Then a low, rasping chuckle left his mouth.

"Clever little thing," he murmured, plucking the knife free. "But next time… I’ll be the one leaving you a message."

(The next morning you found your bunk suspiciously filled with rubber bats. Progress.)

Alpharius – Omegon

You slipped into the dimly lit strategium of the Alpha, heart pounding. This was either the best idea you’d ever had or the last mistake of your very short life.

You left a single data-slate on the hololith table. The message was simple:

'We know you’re not Alpharius.'

Then you waited.

Hours passed. Nothing.

Then as you turned a corner in the ship’s labyrinthine halls a hand clamped over your mouth and yanked you into the shadows. A voice, low, amused, and impossible to place, whispered in your ear:

"Are you sure you’re not Alpharius?"

You twisted but the grip didn’t loosen. A second voice, identical, spoke from the darkness ahead:

"Or perhaps I am."

A third, from behind: "Or me."

You swallowed hard. This had not gone as planned.

Then as suddenly as they appeared the hands released you. A single, mocking laugh echoed down the corridor.

When you checked your pocket, you found a new note:

'Good try. But next time, leave a better trail. –A'

(You spent the next week triple-checking your own identity. Just in case.)

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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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angronsjewelbeetle · 23 days ago

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I don't know if you have done him already, but could you please do perturabo. Love him. He deserves the world, and I can't give him the world. But I can marry him!

sobs because these have been in here since last year guys im so sorry 😭😭

Perturabo courting headcanons!

Perturabo deciding to court you is simultaneously the best thing that he has ever decided to do, and the worst mistake of his life.

It begins with a written, yes, hand-written, invitation to dinner handed to you personally by Perturabo himself, he almost hurts you with how hard he deposits the note in your outstretched hand; folded almost like origami, sealed with a glittering gold wax seal.

That wax seal, you later find out, is an original - Perturabo designed and crafted it himself, a geometric design featuring a sun in the centre.

The dinner is….awkward, at best. Perturabo is incredibly stiff and spends a good amount of time staring at you, his fork paused halfway to his mouth, listening to your every word, and only eating when you stop speaking. His answers are short and he seems very intent on making you do all of the talking.

He walks you to your quarters afterwards - or, really, you walk, and he escorts you like a guard with his hand hovering just far enough from your lower back for you to feel the heat of his palm and nothing else.

His love languages are gift giving and intense grumpy staring.

He’s not actually grumpy, that's just his face.

He has a little statuette that he keeps on him at all times; carefully carved in your image with a sunstone serving as your “heart”. Its back is worn into an arch from him rubbing it with his thumb in moments of stress. There’s a little pocket in almost all of his clothes for it.

His hands tremble when he touches you, especially if he’s touching your face. He likes to cup it like it’s made from the most delicate of crystal and brush his massive thumb over your cheek, or your lips if you’re talking too much.

He gifts you many, many things, all handmade, and even the simplest clay cup is decorated with all manner of lovely patterns.

In the most unlikely of twists; he has a petname for you. It’s rare, but he murmurs it into your head whenever he curls around you in a hug.

He will never admit his love language is physical touch. But every time his hand cups your back, your cheek, or rests heavily on your shoulder like a pauldron, it feels like a confession.

Perturabo is a weapon. Your weapon. He will destroy anything you wish him to.

He sleeps curled around you. The only time he is ever relaxed is when he is physically wrapped around you with as much of his body touching yours as naturally possible. He talks in his sleep; mumbles of dreams, tugs you tighter to his chest like a teddy bear.

He murmurs long love confessions in the early hours of the morning that you feel more than hear as his chest rumbles with his sleep-rasped voice against your ear. Mutters poetry to the dark of the room, tells the rising sun his deepest adorations, watching as the weakest first rays of light barely brush your outline under his bulk and the covers.

#wh40k #🪲answers #warhammer 40k #warhammer headcanon #beetle squeaks 🪲#primarch x reader #warhammer x reader #perturabo #perturabo x reader #I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO BAD I KNOW IM REALLY LATE IM SO SORRU

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diabolicalevil · 23 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

gn!reader

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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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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