#fulgrim/reader

[druidwolf21]

Betrayal and brotherhood.

Fulgrim/ F reader (references to f reader/ferrus)

Part 1 of ?

Summary: Ferrus Manus falls at Istavan V and fulgrim falls deeper to chaos.

Spoilers for FULGRIM (a small book except is included)

Tw: canon typical violence, dubious consent (grief/rebound) swearing.

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You look so pretty. Even now as you wept on the cold tarnished iron of the flagships floor.

Fulgrim hovered over you, watching your shoulders shake as tears spilled down your cheeks. Your knuckles clenched white, you clawed at the worn paneling and howled your grief as the Phoenician squatted beside you, running his slender fingers along your hunched back.

"I know, I know my dear" he soothed,wiping the tears from your face as electric sparked through his body at the contact.

"Ferrus, ferrus'" you sobbed over and over. With a crippled wail you flung yourself forward, clinging to fulgrims robe as you burrowed your head into his chest.

His heart soared as you nuzzled into him. Tears staining his shirt as he stroked the back of your head, cooing softly as he held you close. The dark voice that had fueled his blade just days before, howling for blood and victory as it cleaved through the sinew of his brother's neck now whispered thoughts of soft touches and hushed moans as the primarch pulled you flush against him.

"Hush now, sweet thing. I promised him I would look after you. I'm here."

"Now how did a face like yours find a sweet thing like that" Fulgrim laughed, clapping Ferrus on the shoulder as they watched you kneel to view a flower a small girl offered to you.

"Who knows" the gorgon had responded, a faint smile across his face as he watched you bend over, allowing the child to put the blossom in your hair. "No matter what I say, she still stays by my side"

"My my, Ferrus! If this lovely thing is too much trouble for the mighty gorgon, I am more than happy to take her off your hands" he brushed his silvered locks away from his face as you pressed a kiss to the child's head before she scampered away.

"She is quite lovely, if I do say so"

Fulgrim waved his hands, placating as ferrus turned to him with a scowl.

"Not likely, Fulgrim."

You turned, spotting the two primarchs and waved to them.

Fulgrim felt a sharp pain in his chest as you walked over, looking at ferrus' like had had hung the very sun above Terra before turning to him and offering a shy smile as you curtsied.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, lord Fulgrim"

He took your hand, so tiny in his and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, relishing the soft pink that flushed across your cheeks.

"oh the honour is all mine, I assure you"

The memory felt so distant now as you sat, staring into the void beyond the reinforced windows of the pride of the emperor as it jetted out of a planet's orbit.

Stepping towards you, the primarch placed a soft hand on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze.

"My lady?"

You looked up at him with haunted eyes flicking between his face and his hand.

"It will be ok, my lady" he hushed. Trying to ignore the rush through his veins as you slowly reached up and placed your hand over his.

"We will get through this together my sweet".

"Oh, lord Fulgrim it's beautiful!"

You squeaked in delight as fulgrim showed you his finished painting. Clean brush strokes of you, kneeling with a flower in your locks and a gentle smile across your features as the sun danced across your skin.

"You are so talented!"

You had looked up at him with sparkling eyes, mouth in a perfect O as you admired his work.

"oh really, it's nothing" he shrugged, thrilled at the way you looked at him with such pretty admiration.

"Oh but it is! You must've worked so hard!"

He focused on you as your fingers moved deftly across the canvas, sweeping over the flashes of colour.

It was like a punch in the gut when you finally turned back to him.

"We should show Ferrus!"

"Thank you, my lord"

Fulgrim looked across the table at you as you clutched the steaming mug between your fingers. The food on your plate untouched as you raised the cup to your lips.

"Whatever for?"

"Thank you for coming for me. After ferrus-" the words stuck in your throat.

"Of course, my dear" He rose from his seat, moving to your side in a few easy steps. Taking your hand in his own, he knelt by your chair and pressed his lips against your fingers.

"Will you find who did this?"

He couldn't meet your stare, opting to kiss the back of your hand again.

"You have my word"

The days stretched into a week and then 2. With each passing day, the dark want in Fulgrim grew, clawing to escape with each shared moment or silent exchange. The daemon blanketed his mind with vivid thoughts and sensations, bombarding his sense with your smell and taste.

The guilt of slaying his brother receding beneath seething jealousy and desire as as he listened to you reminiscing over memories that should've been with him.

"Horus has commanded your death, but for the sake of our past friendship I shall plead your case to him if you throw down your arms. You have to surrender, Ferrus. There is no escape."

Ferrus Manus tore his eyes from the slaughter of the loyalist forces, his teeth bared with the volcanic fury of his home world.

"Maybe not, traitor, but only dishonour holds any terror for me" spat Ferrus.

"The Emperor’s loyal warriors will not surrender to you, not now, not ever. You will have to kill every last one of us!"

‘So be it,’ said Fulgrim, launching himself towards Ferrus Manus, swinging his mighty warhammer.

"When I kill you, I'll make sure to take good care of your little wife, Ferrus"

The gorgons eyes flashed and he roared, raising his sword high as he drove the weapon down towards his traitorous brother.

Fulgrim willed the memory away as he stood at the foot of his bed, watching you twist restlessly in your sleep. Nightmares haunted you as you tossed and whined, calling for a man who would never answer you again.

2 weeks is hardly enough time to move on after all.

2 week is more than enough, take her!

He gritted his teeth, shaking his head as the voice crooned in his ear.

Take her now! make her yours, before she finds out the truth.

Images ran behind his eyes, your head thrown back, your body shaking beneath him, his name falling from your lips.

She would not be here if she didn't want you, Phoenician. Feed your desire, take what is owed you!"

"Fulgrim?"

He jumped slightly at your voice, eying you as you sat up wearily rubbing your eyes.

"Fulgrim is that you?"

The primarch's throat tightened as you slipped out from under the blanket. Wearing one of his shirts, the fabric was overlarge, slipping off your shoulder and baring your clavicles as you rubbed the long sleeve over your face.

"It is, my lady" he coughed, pushing himself off the wall and stepping over to you. His eyes trailed over you, lingering on your thighs as you perched on your knees, bunching the shirt up around your hips.

"What are you doing?"

Fulgrim swallowed dryly, struggling to silence the daemon uttering filth into his mind as he sat next to you.

"I was making sure you were ok."

You nodded, pulling at a loose thread before meeting his eye, the purple hue of his iris' almost ethereal in the darkness of the bedroom.

"I still can't believe he's gone"

After a split second of hesitation, fulgrim reached out and rested his hand against your knee. His confidence growing and the daemon now shrieking in his mind when you didn't pull away.

"I know. Whoever killed him will get what they deserve"

Yes, yeeess. Get what you deserve. You deserve this, you have earned this.

"But I promised him I would look after you"

His hand inched slightly higher, fingers ghosting across your thigh as the other reached for your face brushing a loose strand of hair away.

You stared up at him with doe eyes hidden behind fluttering lashes, a weak smile working it's way across your lips.

"I know" you leaned into his touch.

Fulgrim could hear your heart pounding in your chest as he leant towards you, cupping your cheek as his tipped your face up to meet him. Your hands reached for his chest, your palms splayed across his silken shirt.

"We shouldn't" you whispered.

"Let me look after you" he pressed his lips to yours.

Yeeeessss

The Phoenician felt you soften under his touch as his lips moved against yours, his tongue flicking against yours as he pulled you closer. His long fingers tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss as his other hand squeezed your thigh.

Breathless you broke the kiss, doubt crossing your face as you opened your mouth to speak.

No! Take her, take her now!

Fulgrim pushed forward, shoving you flat against the bed as he hovered over you, nipping and sucking at your neck and jaw as his palm slid up your leg to your hip.

Breathless gasps left your body as he pulled the shirt off over your head, blown pupils trailing across your body before pulling his own top off. His ego bloomed as you trailed your hand along his abs, towards his lower abdomen.

"Fulgrim" you sighed.

The last of his restraint snapped as he gripped your thighs, pushing them apart as he dragged his tongue along your lower lips. He felt your hips jerk and he tightened his grip as he lapped at your slick core. He moaned against you, relishing the taste of you in his tongue and the feeling of your nails against his scalp.

"Ful-grim" you whined, grinding your hips against his face as he sucked on your clit, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves.

Yes. savour her, devour her.

The daemon laughed as the primarch rutted his hips desperately against the mattress as he mouthed at your cunt, your slick dripping from his chin as he flicked his tongue around your entrance. Your body shuddered as you came, thighs tightening around his head as he continued to lick at your clit.

"Please, too much I -ah!"

Fulgrim slid a finger inside you, ignoring your protest as he pushed you into overstimulation. Your hips lifted from the bed as you shuddered into another orgasm, you cum coating his face as he finally pulled away.

Did he make you feel this good? Tell me this is the best you've had.

You watched through heavy eyelids as he rushed to remove his trousers. With a low growl he flipped you, seating you on top of his as he lay beneath you with his hands bruising tight on your waist.

He cock twitching, he pressed it to your slick, dragging it slowly along your clit as he pulled you down to clashed his lips to yours again.

Reaching between you, he lined himself up and slowly pushed in, swallowing your moans as he sucked your tongue and bit your bottom lip.

"Fuck" he hissed as he bottomed out, feeling your tight walls grip his length.

He watched with dark eyes as you placed your hand against his chest and began moving your hips, slowly lifting yourself up until only his tip was inside you, then dropping back down. Over and over your ground yourself on his cock, crying out as he jerked his hips up to meet you with each movement.

"No wonder the gorgon didn't want to share" the daemon hissed. "Look what he was keeping for himself"

Fulgrim groaned as your cunt clenched around him, your tits bouncing as you rode him.

"Fu~Fulgrim~"

You threw your head back as you came, you walls gripping his dick and spasming around him as you wailed his name.

Grabbing your hips, fulgrim began dragging you harshly down on him, chasing his own end as you whimpered. Falling forward on his chest, you lay against his as he used you, feeling the air being punched from your lungs and sparks lighting in your eyes as he dragged himself along your soft spot.

"I'll fill you up" he snarled, feeling his gut tighten as he edged closer. "Fill you up until you can't think any more"

He fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as you felt his stomach tighten.

"Fuck you until I'm all you can think about"

He voice had changed, gutteral and low, like two people speaking at once.

"Fuck you until you're mine"

With a snarl he pushed himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he came. You crushed your eyes shut and shivered as you felt him pump hot ropes of cum against your walls, filling you and dripping out around him.

You motioned to sit up, yelping as he flipped you onto your back, cock still buried inside you. His eyes flashed bright in the dark as he continued to thrust against you, trapping your wrists above your head.

"Mine" he growled, voice distorted and feral. "mine MINE"

This wasn't right. This wasn't him.

Your body ached as it struggled to reach another orgasm, conceding to his touch as he twisted his thumb around your overworked clit and dragged another orgasm from you.

"Say it. Say it!"

"Fulgrim, please"

Ruin her, claim her, Break her

"Fulgrim!"

The soft touch of your fingers across his face clawed the primarch back to senses. Tears blossomed in your eyes and smeared down your face as he finally stopped, recoiling from you at what he had done.

You gasped as he finally pulled out, his spend leaking from your cunt as he leapt to his feet. Dragging the blanket over your bruised body, you peered at him through the shadows.

"My lady, I didn't- I didn't"

Reaching for his hand, you tugged him back towards the bed cautiously pulling him down to sit beside you.

"I understand"

All you could see were his indigo eyes gleaming through the darkness as you spoke. You squeezed his hand softly.

"Grief makes you lose control sometimes, I understand."

The daemon laughed "yes, grief made you fuck her like a cheap whore"

Fulgrim eyed you for a moment, releasing a shuddering breath as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Do you feel like you've betrayed him?"

The primarch's hearts thundered at your words.

"What?"

You gestured at him and then yourself.

"does this...did we betray him?"

You didn't know. Didn't know the truth.

"no" he bit back, rising to his feet again and reaching for his tunic.

"I would never betray Ferrus'"

[mothiir]

which primarchs are into their partner crying?

cw: dubcon, noncon, explicit sexual content.

Fulgrim - absolutely loves it when you breaks down into overwhelmed tears, sobbing with pleasure, unable to form words as he wrings another orgasm from you. He thinks you are beautiful when you cry, and won’t hesitate to tell you this, cooing it as he licks the tears from your face, all while whispering in your ear that you are beautiful, perfect, darling, all his. He will fuck you until you cry, then make you sit for a portrait — if the tears stop flowing at any point he will sigh, like all of this is a great inconvenience, set his paints aside and busy himself between your thighs until you begin to weep once more. Yes. Perfect. Like that. He is not above whispering degrading filth into your ears when you are at your most vulnerable — telling you what a stupid sloppy whore you are after you have just taken his load to your face, or cooing about how wonderful it will be to watch you bend over and take his legion, one after the other. Once you start weeping, he will gather you close, kiss your neck, tell you not to fret, that he doesn’t mean it, not really. He just loves seeing you look so puffy-lipped and red-eyed.

Konrad - as ever with konrad, it is a weird dramatic mix of he really really likes it when you cry, loves it when you’re weeping and begging him to stop hurting you, is never harder than when you are sobbing to the point where you get snotty and ugly and gross…and yet he also hates the fact that he enjoys it and will not admit how much it turns him on. the end result of this is that he will make you cry, and then blame you for being such a weak little human — you are innocent of any crime, which is why you are in his bed rather than on his flaying rack. Why must you snivel so? Has he not been merciful? Has he not been kind?

Alpharius/Omegon — they love it when you cry, but in very specific circumstances, in that they prefer it to be more psychological. They like it when you get teary with confusion, unable to tell which one is touching you, or which of their sons fucked you the night before. They thrive in subterfuge, and rendering you a teary, frustrated mess before fucking you senseless makes them feel oh so good at their job.

Perturabo — of course he likes it. He likes it when you cry because he’s too big for you to take, when you are stretched to breaking point around his dick, but still have another dozen inches to take; he likes it when.— normally despite, rather than because of, his efforts — you cum, and cry from the sheer overwhelming sensation. basically, he likes tears because they make him feel Big and Strong and Manly.

The Emperor — had to throw him in there, because you cannot tell me that one of Big E’s favourite things isn’t cooing and murmuring encouragement while you cry that he’s too big, it’s too much, you can’t take it. And he will say yes you can, you absolutely can, he’s not a god but he can perform miracles — namely, sheathing his considerable sword in your dagger-sized scabbard. And yes, he will say that almost verbatim. He’s a barbarian warlord. He has a limited range of metaphors.

As a bonus: Leman Russ absolutely hates it when you cry. He doesn’t mind a bit of scrabbling and kicking, but he does not like whining and snivelling, and — depending on the nature of your relationship — he will either stop at once and cling to you, or scruff you and tell you to stop that whining because he’s getting soft.

[floralynn-arts]

ONWARDS, MY SOLDIERS!

HOLDING THE PRIMARCH + THEIR DAD IS COMPLETE!!

THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE, I HAD FUN!!

[yagodnyizefir]

Sketches

[roroco316]

•͈ ₃ •͈꧞ I always want to draw this, Fulgrim's beautiful back

[diabolicalevil]

Would the Primarchs slow down so you could catch up with them?

I was thinking abt how when I was little I used to get out of breath trying to keep up w my dad and he's 6'3 so a primarch might kill me

Lion El'johnson: absolutely not, lmao. and if you ask? he's walking faster

Fulgrim: of course! you're most likely having a chit chat anyways so he can't have you lagging behind or out of breath

Perturabo: no and he probably relishes the fact you're so slow compared to him

Jaghatai Khan: NO. WALK FASTER. IN THE GRIMDARKNESS OF THE 31ST MILLENNIUM THERE IS ONLY SPEED

Leman Russ: yes but only after laughing at you

Rogal Dorn: yes he's also probably talking to you about something. if he's not it's very likely he's looking around at stuff and if you lag behind he is going to lose you

Konrad Curze: hes walking BEHIND you. watching. stalking.

Sanguinius: yes of course! it's unconscious actually, he's used to being considerate of the fact he's a Giant Winged Man who Towers over Everyone

Ferrus Manus: so used to being asked it annoys him. if he doesn't like you he won't if he does he'll slow down like 3 steps per minute and that's the best you'll get from this mountain of a man

Angron: stomps everywhere so his pace isn't particularly fast to begin with

*Roboute Guilliman: yes, also considerate but would probably need prompting he's got a lot on his mind u see

Mortarion: would not walk along side anyone willingly. and if he is? running to the nearest exit

Magnus: yeah I'd say so, also chit chatting as he walks. but also prone to speeding ahead bcs he would like to show u smth

Horus Lupercal: also unconsciously considerate but for his nefarious schemes of trying to talk you into something he should not be talking you into

Lorgar Aurelian: not very fast either, used to walking quite slowly in religious buildings out of respect for them. if you need him to walk slower he will

Vulkan: carrying you in his arms

Corvus Corax: surprisingly fast walker cause of that stealth business. will if you ask him too BUT there's a good chance he'll pretend he didn't hear you

Alpharius/Omegon: you're too busy figuring out who is who to even consider keeping up with them

if there's smth in canon disproving me don't tell me I don't care

*I have written a really really short x reader fic based on this it's in the reblogs

[monalisahyperdrive]

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.

[thethronezone]

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.

[baldieboi]

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

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

Lion El’Jonson

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

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

Fulgrim

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

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

Perturabo

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

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

Jaghatai Khan

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

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

Leman Russ

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

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

Rogal Dorn

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

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

Konrad Curze

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

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

Sanguinius

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

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

Ferrus Manus

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

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

Angron

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

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

Roboute Guilliman

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

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

Mortarion

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

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

Magnus the Red

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

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

Horus Lupercal

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

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

Lorgar Aurelian

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

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

Vulkan

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

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

Corvus Corax

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

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

Alpharius/Omegon

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

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

[nightscythe]

Hii can i request how the primarchs would react to making reader laugh for the first time???

Tyy<3

primarchs when you laugh because of them for the first time

i need to preface this by saying i'm not funny, so dont' expect the primarchs to be either. pre-heresy antics

your smitten primarch becomes even worse after you laugh ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈

lion: minutes into him trying to explain the importance of grip when you had a sword in your hands, something you mostly had ignored in favour of biting the inside of your bottom lip and nodding along sweetly with the gentlest smile, he’d made the beginnings of an innuendo that you’d not caught onto immediately. keeping your hand firm, gentle motions, you’d rezoned in at that point to try and understand exactly what he was trying to say it. he'd rambled on, but there was something about his delivery, how he continued like it hadn’t even occurred, that made you laugh. a little snicker at first, then something more. he'd stopped, almost immediately, blinking wordlessly at you with the slightest frown. you’re laughing at me, he’d grumble, not amused by your laughter. well, not until you told him you were laughing because of him. you’d just caught the slight blush over his cheeks as he turned away from you and cleared his throat to continue. he’d reference it again later, hoping to get a similar reaction. 

fulgrim: he’d noticed you’d been quiet most of the evening, even with his attempts to wow you. call him lovesick, call him hopelessly in love with you; he’d do anything to see you smile. so when you’re sat beside him, watching him carefully as he explains a story to you in great detail, he catches you completely off guard by impersonating his sons’ voices with near-perfect accuracy. and when you respond with a giggle, leaning into him without really thinking about it, you make his entire year. his eyes shine brighter, his grin gets wider, and maybe his ego gets a bit bigger. you’re so cute when you laugh, he tells you, reaching for a loose piece of your hair, how do i make you laugh all the time, i wonder? of course he makes it his life’s mission to see you happy at all times, especially if he’s the direct cause of your laughter and happiness. 

perty: company was never best placed with him, unless it was you. he could sit beside you for hours, watch you out the corner of his eye as you got on with whatever you needed to and accompanied his silence so beautifully. but this night he’d been so focused on what he was doing that he’d forgotten you were near him, subjected to his mumbled complaints over how the wires in his hands were far too small for him to work with and they were misbehaving as usual. his personification had got to you – just a smile at first as he spoke, then a laugh under your breath as you tried to continue with your own project. his eyes snapped to you immediately, his heart thumping in his chest as the sound replayed over and over in his head. the stare doesn’t cease for some time as he brings himself to accept what he was feeling; that was the moment he fell in love with you. 

khan: you’d not been part of the conversation, but as you always did when you stood by his side, you were listening. some banter between him and his sons, it wasn’t even that funny, but he laughed, then continued laughing, and you’d tried to stifle the laugh at your lips so not to give yourself away from eavesdropping. but a slight sound, the littlest breath escaped your lips, and he’d turned directly to you. do that again, little one? his question is voiced as he steps towards you, taken back by your unexpected, shy gesture. he leans down to you and gently continues, so sweet, aren’t you? i think i need to hear that again. and of course, he doesn’t care if you were eavesdropping on any of his conversations, so long as he gets to hear that again. 

leman: he was never quiet, especially not around you. but when he’d noticed your despondence when he spoke, how you barely seemed to pay attention, he didn’t take it personally. he offered you a place to rest, curled up on his chest, eyes heavy as he stroked your hair and wondered just how he’d been so easily tamed by someone so… soft. never being one for complete silence, he started telling you stories like he was around a fire with his sons, something ridiculously exaggerated from the depths of fenris and his childhood. he doesn’t even know what he’d said that got you, but when he felt you laugh on his chest, the soft vibrations as you curled into him, his smile could only widen. he swears you do it on purpose, make him fall for you even harder every time you do something new in front of him…

dorn: he’d been contemplating humouring you for a few days now. there were opportunities he could have said something intentionally bad to gauge your reaction, but it seemed like a risk to him. especially when one involved how structurally sound your bedroom would be with him. but when you’re walking beside him, a gentle silence between you both, he stops beside a poorly placed slab of concrete, and he tests the waters without any warning. an uncalculated risk (really it was nothing but he’s overthinking). i suppose that one was placed by my brother. you stop to look at him, pause for a moment, then chuckle before walking on. it didn’t matter to him; he’s practically beaming as he catches up to you. shall i make you laugh more often? like he needed permission – but you may regret saying yes when the jokes just seem to be more sleep-deprived rambles. regardless, in his lowest moments, it’s your laugh that replays in his head. 

curze: sometimes his humour came always naturally, and he wouldn’t realise he was saying anything that might amuse you. so when he heard you laugh behind him as he read over reports that really didn’t matter to him, he stopped immediately, hand mid-page turn. he turns back to you with his brows pulled together, almost cracking when he sees the grin still on your face. he can’t even meet your eyes as he asks you, was that because… of me?  though there was a touch of hesitancy before you nod, because sometimes with him it’s a guessing game of whether that was a good or bad thing, he hums and returns to what he was doing. it was nice, do it more. you wouldn’t need to be asked twice. 

sanguinius: he lays beside you, his golden curls just brushing your cheeks from how close you are. he usually found a smile gracing his lips whenever he listened to you, completely simping enamoured by you. you’d been telling him a story, one that seemed to get more dramatic as you went on about something you’d seen years ago. it was one of those ‘you have to be there’ stories, but he still listened, fingers idly brushing against your hand, still infatuated as you reach the climax of your story and end up basically snorting at your own words. your hands immediately fly to your face, embarrassed. but he just laughs along with you, pulling your hands from your face so he can coax you to continue. why do you hide? he asks, warm laughter still in his voice. just makes me love you even more. 

ferrus: he’d been hammering away when he’d stopped to inspect his work, not noticing you approaching. as he turned the metal between his fingers, he hummed, grumbling something about fulgrim’s poor interpretation of metallurgy, words not really registering with him as he focused more on the sword. but when he heard you laugh, it caught him completely off guard. he doesn’t even look at you as his cheeks become hot and he tries to bury himself in his work one more time, mumbling under his breath, that wasn’t meant to be funny. and it wasn’t, but he was cute. especially when he tried to hide his enchantment from how you’d reacted, peeking back at you from the corner of his eyes. your smile just made him even shier. are you trying to kill him?

angron: it was the first time he’d noticed you, actually. really noticed you. his humour, typically dry and unfiltered, wasn’t for everyone, but when he frankly explains that the past hour with an admiral could have been spared with one simple punch, you can’t resist the huff of laughter, and he catches it immediately. especially the way you try to hide the following laugh behind a cough and a stare down at the ground. he returns to what he was doing but only pays half attention to the conversations that followed. he thinks about it for days actually, every time coming back to the look in your eyes and the carefree sound. the logical conclusion? he’s in love with you. oh no. he’d taken blows that could kill him before, but somehow this was even worse. 

rob: he’d huffed something as he sat down at his desk, just beginning to acknowledge everything else he had left to do that evening. it was about magnus, he thinks, that his powers would be beneficial to sign a few thousand documents without getting a papercut. when you found amusement in his words though, he looked up to you, watching as you tried to hide your face and recompose yourself in front of the primarch. his intrigue prevented him from looking away. awe, fascination – he’d felt it all in that moment. he wasn’t usually dramatic, but it felt like everything else around him faded, you were the only object of his affection – and always would be from that moment on. 

morty: your hand just touched his as you laughed softly, head falling backwards as the grin widened on your lips. he just watched you, frown a little more prevalent. i didn’t mean to make you laugh, he tells you, nonchalantly, as though it was meant to convince him more than you. he didn’t think he was that amusing, especially complaining about the taste of disappointment, but you’d somehow found entertainment in it. his mouth feels a little drier as he tries to explain himself away, it wasn’t… there was nothing to indicate a joke. i do taste disappointment. when you laugh a little more, he maybe finds some humour in his words and lets his demeanour fall just a little. 

magnus: he was always assured of everything he did, except when it came to you. he could have a whole audience bent over laughing and find pride in it, but when you burst out laughing from his comment on how his brothers are yet to understand what impulsive behaviour truly was, he was completely frozen. he’d not expected you to laugh, and he stutters over his own words as he stares, eyes wide. i didn’t mean… he pauses as he tightens his jaw to prevent his lip from trembling just a little, did i sound stupid? his heart thuds in his chest for a moment until you say no, a sigh of relief as he laughs a little himself. he’d never truly get over his underlying anxiety around you, even when you were married with kids – cause he wanted to be perfect for you always, of course.  

horus: he’d been trying to make you laugh with poor excuses for dad jokes all night. every time he delivered one perfectly, then the final one he wanted to try, why did the picture go to prison? you’d looked up at him through your lashes, not flinching despite his obvious grin. he was framed. he laughs at himself, and you barely break a smile. didn’t help he’d been at it all night. oh, come on, he says, nudging your shoulder as if it would somehow make it funny, you know i’m hilarious. and as if all the times you wanted to laugh that night but didn’t, secretly enjoying his pathetically good attempts at it, you look away and exhale into a snort. you’d think he’d conquered the galaxy with how happy he is afterwards. worth every shameful moment, he tells you, cheeks almost hurting from his grin, same time tomorrow?

lorgar: humour wasn’t his thing. but somehow, as he’d run his hands over your body reverently, caught every nook and imperfectly and blessed them nonetheless, you’d laughed. gentle, shy, a reflection of your love as he told you that he’d accept the punishment of heresy for you. he wasn’t sure if it was a nervous reaction to his truth, but it didn’t matter – it showed him another piece of you that he could love with everything he had. his chest ached, his throat burned. he watched you, held you so carefully you’d think that without him, everything would be broken. but when he whispers against your temple later that he’d tear down worlds to hear that sound again? best believe it’s not a lie.    

vulkan: he’d joked about actually being fireproof, a relatively harmless joke that wasn’t really that funny, but given how you were looking up at him with huge heart eyes, you would have laughed at anything he said. he watched curiously as you looked down to the ground, lip pulled between your lip as tried to stop the coy giggle behind it. he reaches for your chin, tilting your head back up towards him as he leans closer. don’t hide from me, he says, smile drawn onto his lips, i’d like to hear that more often. he hums as he presses a kiss to your cheek, that’s everything to me. 

corvus: you’d been watching him carefully when he almost rolled his eyes and asserted that if everyone else learned to shut up, he’d have all the messes in his life sorted quicker (and therefore could spend more time with you). you’d laughed softly, looking away from him as you turned the laugh into a hum. when you look back, his eyes are wide, and you can’t help but laugh again. what did i do? he asks, suspicious of your amusement despite the way his pulse was racing. when you ask him not to look at you like that, all soft and wary, it somehow draws the shyness back in. he starts to smile, not meaning to glance down at your lips, but you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen. your cheeks burn as you avoid his gaze. cutest, too, he adds, shifting closer to you, don’t think i could ever look away. 

alpharius: his hand held onto yours like you’d slip away if he took even an ounce of attention away from you. i have a tracker for your happiness, he says, eyes bright as he admits a secret he probably should have kept to himself a little longer, you’re on a ten-day happiness streak. luckily you think it’s a joke, so he gets away with his real-time tracker being hidden another day, not that he was thinking about that after hearing your laugh. he can’t help the burn in his chest and the way his lips curl. i made you laugh? he’d have to start a tracker for that too. do it again. please? and he’s still holding your hand, not prepared to let go until you just do that one thing for him. please.

this was unnaturally soft for me... i've got to write yandere sanguinius now to balance it out. i hate the word snort. this is peak sunshine and rainbows in 40k type shit. why did i make ferrus soft and shy? who knows. he's cute.

[heretical-cogitations]

Some Primarchs and what happens when they are rejected

Ft fulgrim, perturabo, horus and sanguinius

My brain tossed this at me randomly like 10 mins ago, so it's rushed, a lil yandere, a lil bit angsty, and probs ooc

Fulgrim

Genuinely things you are joking and when he realises you're not he leaves immediately. Then, he locks himself in his room for a week. In shock and disbelief, you must've been unwell and not felt up to saying yes , it's not him, you have to like him! He crashes out big time. You're the first person to say no to him, and once his sadness has passed, he resolves himself to make you see sense.

Perturabo

His anger flares in the moment and he says some pretty regrettable things (think nice guy well I never like you any you whore, I just wanted to give you a chance). Sees the look of pure digest on your face and realises he's completely fucked it now. Storms off straight to his room, and stress paints to avoid breaking things, muttering to himself the entire time about how he needs to fix this mess.

Horus

The dazzling smile that accompanied the confession twitches, and his face also starts twitching, which is honestly quite strange. He looks like he is trying to keep a straight face whilst eating something awfully sour. He is, in fact, going through the stages of grief in record speed and trying not to lose his composure. He was so confident you would say yes to him he had begun making preparations for you moving into his room. His mind is going a mile a minute, but the main thought is how can he get you to say yes what does hehave gp do and when can he start. You will be his, and he is willing to play the long game.

Sanguinius

gives you the saddest smile, but ultimately accepts it in the moment , asks that you don't see him any differently, and that things don't change between the two of you. A little bit of tension leaving his wings when you agree. He is beside himself. When he gets back to his chambers, he paces nonstop. His vision of the two of you together couldn't have been wrong, could it? He has pined for you for what has felt like a millenia, and the vision was the conformation he needed to act, so the reject made his world shattered. Now he is alone picking up the pieces, hoping that down the line, things will change, thinking if there is any way to experdite the growth of your affection for him .

Just going to slip in a lil bonus unserious corvus

Corvus turns off ur perception of him. You're not even sure if it happened. He is bawling, though.

[druidwolf21]

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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[mothiir]

Which primarchs do you think would be most into fucking their partners until they pass out from exhaustion.

Horus — he’s insatiable, he’s amazing, and fucking you until you swoon into a sticky limp mess is concrete proof of both of those things. It makes him feel all powerful to lift you into his lap, letting you fall limp into his chest as he keeps fucking his way through the cum he’s already pumped inside you. He especially likes doing that with the Mournival, trading you between himself and his sons until it’s literally just passing around an unconscious Luna Wolf fleshlight.

Fulgrim — yes, but in very specific circumstances. He’s a complete perfectionist, even in bed — especially in bed — and if you pass out from exhaustion at the swelling crescendo of an orchestra, or just as he puts the finishing touches to the sculpture he’s carving (of you, while fucking you; he’s a multi-tasker) then he’s ecstatic. What a sense of timing! What artistic brilliance! This is why he loves you! When you wake up, it will be to a doting Primarch nuzzling your hair, telling you how fantastic it all was, and already aching to go again.

Lion — a little different from the others on the list, as he will do it by accident. The first few times he fucks you, he gets really overexcited, and he just doesn’t want to stop. You’re the best thing he’s ever felt; he had no idea that anything could be so amazing, so silky and wet and warm. He doesn’t want to stop, and so — being the entitled forest king he is — he doesn’t. He goes again and again and again, flipping you over to see how it feels from this angle, now this one, oh and now he wants your mouth again — until eventually you collapse from exhaustion. He panics a little (though he will deny ever having felt anything approaching concern) and you wake up after he dropped a bucket of ice water on you. Then he grabs you, shoves his face in your neck and sniffs deeply as he gropes along your body, checking for injury.

Then he grabs you by the scruff and shakes you. “Foolish mortal,” he snaps. “Why did you do that?”

Yes. Because him fucking you to black out is clearly your fault.

[aggresivemenace]

Physical consequences of sex with primarchs pt 1.

Pt. 2:

Bite marks: Russ, Sanguinius, Curze, Lion.

These guys LOVE marking you this way.

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

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

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

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

Hickeys: Perturabo, Khan, Fulgrim

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

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

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

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

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

Pregnancy: Horus, Big E

YOU HEARD ME

*refuses to elaborate*

*leaves*

2 pt. with other bois is coming btw

[yagodnyizefir]

This sketch is funny so i'll leave it here. Fulgrim gets really nervous when looking at any primarch x reader relationship (because his brothers are dumbasses)

[dio-niisio]

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;

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;

Emperor's Children

REALLY existed 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 existed 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!

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;

World Eaters

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;