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Well I've been digging into each primarch one by one and Rogal Dorn's current state has my brain rotten. If, IF somehow, Dorn instead of died or rest on some planet in the 40k universe preparing for his comeback, he fell into the warp and traveled back to the 21st century, falls into your backyard, loss all his memory and now you have this gigantic stone face man missing an arm with his obsession of renovate your house into a gigantic fortress and somehow doing it well with his tiny construction tools that you bought him. I don't know if anyone has come up with the idea for this yet, but it's been in my head for few days now.

Yep, it is cute, slice of life with primarch seems nice. Surely Dorn will fortify your house and build you a beautiful fortress with a moat.

And I delulu this

The sunshine beat down on your backyard as you stepped outside, a cold glass of lemonade in hand. You'd been cooped up inside all day, binge-watching true crime documentaries and contemplating the general state of humanity. A bit of fresh air seemed like a good idea to clear your head.

That was, until you nearly choked on your drink at the sight before you.

There, sprawled across your meticulously manicured lawn, was a man. But not just any man. This guy was huge, easily twice your size, with muscles that would make bodybuilders weep with envy. His white hair was matted with dirt and leaves, and his clothes... well, they barely qualified as clothes anymore, torn and tattered as they were.

You blinked rapidly, wondering if perhaps you'd fallen asleep during your Netflix marathon and this was some bizarre dream. But no, the man was still there, groaning softly as he began to stir.

"Oh shit," you muttered, taking a cautious step back. Your mind raced through all the possible scenarios. Was he drunk? High? An escaped convict? An alien? (Okay, maybe you'd watched one too many X-Files episodes lately.)

The giant man's eyes fluttered open, revealing startlingly blue irises that seemed to pierce right through you. He sat up slowly, looking around with a mixture of confusion and... was that disapproval?

"This fortification is severely lacking," he rumbled, his deep voice sending vibrations through the air. "The perimeter defenses are non-existent. How do you expect to repel invaders?"

You stared at him, mouth agape. Of all the things you expected him to say, critiquing your backyard's defensive capabilities was not one of them.

"I... uh... we don't really worry about invaders in suburban Ohio," you managed to stammer out.

The man frowned, his brow furrowing in concentration. "Ohio? I am... unfamiliar with this territory. What sector of Terra is this?"

'Terra?' you thought, your confusion deepening. 'Great, not only is he huge and possibly dangerous, but he's also clearly delusional.'

It was then that you noticed something else odd about your unexpected visitor. Where his right hand should have been, there was... nothing. Just a cleanly bandaged stump.

The man followed your gaze and lifted his arm, examining the missing appendage with curiosity. "Curious. I seem to be missing a hand. I don't recall how this happened."

Your eyes widened. Amnesia? Missing limbs? This was starting to sound like the plot of one of your crime podcasts. Every instinct screamed at you to run inside, lock the doors, and call the police.

Instead, you found yourself asking, "Do you... do you know who you are?"

The giant paused, his face scrunching up in concentration. After a long moment, he shook his head. "I... do not. My memories seem to be as missing as my hand."

A wave of pity washed over you, momentarily overriding your common sense. Here was this massive, confused man, clearly in need of help. Sure, he could probably snap you in half without breaking a sweat, but he also looked like a lost puppy, if puppies came in 'giant' size.

"Okay," you said, taking a deep breath. "Let's... let's get you inside. We can figure this out."

As the words left your mouth, a small voice in the back of your head screamed, 'This is how people die in horror movies!' You promptly told that voice to shut up.

Getting the man inside proved to be a hard task. He was even larger up close, and while he seemed willing to follow you, he moved with a careful deliberation that made the short journey to your back door feel like an eternity.

"Your entryway is inefficiently narrow," he commented as you squeezed through the door. "It would be easily defensible, but limits rapid deployment of forces."

You chose to ignore this, focusing instead on not tripping over your own feet as you led him to the living room. Your sofa, which had always seemed perfectly adequate, now looked comically small compared to your guest.

"Here," you said, grabbing a large blanket from the back of the couch. "Why don't you sit down and... uh... wrap up?"

The man complied, lowering himself onto the sofa with surprising grace for someone his size. He took the blanket, examining it closely before draping it over his shoulders. Within moments, he had managed to cocoon himself completely, looking for all the world like the world's largest, most muscular burrito.

This sight is surprisingly… cute. Despite his imposing size and strange talk of fortifications, there was something endearingly straightforward about him. He seemed genuinely confused and lost, not threatening.

"So," you said, perching on the edge of an armchair across from him. "You really don't remember anything? Your name? Where are you from?"

The man's brow furrowed again, a look of intense concentration on his face. "I... I believe my name may be Rogal. Yes, Rogal feels correct. But beyond that..." He shook his head. "Nothing."

"Rogal," you repeated. "Okay, that's a start. Nice to... uh... meet you?"

Rogal nodded solemnly. "The pleasure is mine. Though I must say, your domicile seems poorly defended. The windows are large and easily breached. The walls appear to be made of flimsy materials. How do you sleep at night knowing you're so vulnerable to attack?"

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift in topic. "I... we don't really worry about attacks here. It's a safe neighborhood."

Rogal's frown deepened. "Complacency breeds weakness. We should begin fortifying immediately. Do you have any ceramite? Adamantium would be preferable, but I suspect that might be hard to come by in this... Ohio."

"I have some leftover drywall in the garage?" you offered weakly, not entirely sure why you were entertaining this line of conversation.

Rogal's face lit up with what could almost be described as excitement. "Excellent. We'll start there. With some ingenuity, we might be able to create a passable defensive structure. It won't hold against a sustained bombardment, of course, but it should repel most ground assaults."

As Rogal launched into a detailed explanation of defensive strategies and optimal fortification techniques, you felt a familiar throbbing begin at your temples. You should have called the police. You should have left him in the backyard. You definitely shouldn't be sitting here listening to a giant amnesiac man with one hand explain how to turn your suburban home into a fortress.

And Rogal continues to describe the benefits of a moat ("Impractical in your current setting, but highly effective against infantry").

Maybe those 'Only in Ohio' memes were real after all.

Yeah, that's it. I've already delulu Sigismund, Alexis, Helbrecht and some Crimson Fists appear but I am too lazy to write it. So just it.

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This is Fulgrim to me

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Would you be comfortable writing some courting headcanons for the primarchs?? Thank you!!

Author's note: Here you go, they're sort of random but I hope you enjoy them.

Warnings: Fem!Reader for some like Lion’el because of words like Legion Mother, A few very slightly lewd remarks

Fulgrim:

The primarch who out of all has most devoted himself to things like the arts is nothing short of overwhelming, when he first expressed his desire for you. Flowers, paintings, clothing, food, whatever it is you enjoy, all of it gets gifted to you with no small amount of theatrics. Though thankfully, Fulgrim knows when to turn it down a bit, and you can enjoy his company. Even then however he is still very intense, kisses on the hand, the lips, and gentle caresses abound as he woos you with his silver tongue. His legion is also one of the few who at the start know about Fulgrim's intentions, and actually takes it decently well. Far better than other legions, when finding out their Primarch is indulging in romance. You are the socialite, the shining star in a room and the talk of everyone there, and Fulgrim will have it no other way. But as much as he does all this, he finds it cute if you’re shy or nervous about it. Shyness isn’t in his dna, so he finds it very adorable. You often get purfumed, hand written letters when he is away. Fulgrim has quite the way with words, and many of them you’re glad the one who reads them are him and you.

Perturabo:

He might be a petulant manchild at times, but when the mood strikes him Perturabo can be a bit softer. It helps that you're one of the few people he trusts, now that the two of you are so close. Though it may often be more trouble than it's worth, with how often his mood changes. Perturabo can go from lavishing you with Olympian clothes to sulking in his workshop for hours if not days, leaving you to eventually wander down there and find him, and bring him out of his petulant sulk. A gentle hand on his own, asking if he can explain to you what he’s working on tends to help. Perturabo also becomes very possessive of you, not long after he starts courting you. If Dorn, Sanguinius or Lorgar so much as look at you the wrong way, he's more than ready for a fight. He has one person in his life who hasn’t wronged him, who actually respects him, and he isn’t losing that. Those softer moments with him as he speaks of his plans for amphitheaters and bathhouses while you lay in his arms are worth it, however.

Lion’el Jonson:

Lion'el is, complicated. Part of him wonders how he even got here, something as frivolous as romance was never a significant part of his mind. But here he is. He can’t complain, as he’s become so used to you now that often times, his nose wrinkles anytime he’s away and casts sight on an empty bed. He doesn’t say anything about it, however. Part of him laments he isn't able to give you rides on horseback, as he's far outgrown the horses he rode in his younger years. Though he can walk beside you, even if his men think it's demeaning of his position. Is painfully blunt about some things, and extremely obtuse about others. He wishes to marry you? Blunt. You get a military parade dedicated to showing the galaxy the Dark Angels new Legion Mother with no warning. He wishes for you to wear the colors of his legion and match him so when you arrive on Terra everyone knows who you are with? Vague and obtuse, he will grunt about every option until you choose the one he likes.

Rogal Dorn:

As with all parts of his life, he's extremely stoic and at first, you don't think anything's changed. He's the type that listens to the things you talk about, and silently gives them to you. For instance as a newcomer to Inwit it's incredibly cold, but your current dress just doesn't cut it for the harsh wind and un-acclimated body. You find a new one on your bed three days later made perfect and exactly how you like it, but Dorn says nothing about it. Those few late night moments alone when he brings you into his office, and you sit at his desk while he works are some of his favorite. Dorn gets to feel you safe in his arms, and while he’ll never say it out loud, he is overwhelmed in his love for you. Does not tell any of his fellow primarchs about you. The day they realize Dorn has a beloved is a stressful one, they’re all sneaking around trying to get information about you, and Dorn almost has to lock you in his quarters and shoo them all away. Is surprising talkative in written word. His letters or anything else tend to be very long, talking about the ins and outs of his legion, and their current progress. You’ve never heard him talk half that much in person, it’s sweet. Though once in a while those letters can get a bit salacious; And Dorn is nothing if not detailed.

Leman Russ:

This man's declaration that he wanted to court you was as brash and blunt as he is. You're pretty sure he was half way into sleeping with how drunk he was at the time, a massive hand on your shoulder as he smiles with a red face. Granted when he sobered up he was far more, romantic about it. By his standards. He still stunk of mjød, but at least he held your hand. From that moment on however Russ isn't a man shy of showing off, and wastes no opportunity to plop you in his lap and give you a kiss, pick you up off the ground, or say something far too inappropriate for the current locale. Whether it's day two or day two hundred, he finds keeping himself off of you too much trouble. He’s the type to make others turn away with how overt his affection is. Every one of his kisses and hugs feel like he’s treating it as the last one he’ll ever do. Loves when you comb and braid his hair. It takes awhile and he has no patience for it, but he enjoys when you do it.

Ferrus Manus:

As a recurring theme with all of these, Ferrus finds it a bit hard to show how he feels. While he has moments where he cracks a smile, often times he’s largely stoic. As such, he never really asked you to be with him, it was something that simply progressed overtime. He doesn’t invite you into his quarters and his bed if you aren’t his beloved, he assumes it wouldn’t take a genius to figure that out. Late night workshop time is a must. Ferrus can spend days in there with no issue, and oftentimes you have to come and climb into his lap if you want any time with him at all. He doesn’t mind as as long as you’re quiet; Though over time he’s begun to enjoy explaining his plans to you if you aren’t asleep. If you are asleep, sometimes he gets a bit emotional and talks or thinks to himself. He never thought he’d have someone like you when he lived on Medusa, he just needed to survive. Is actually somewhat hesitant when you first are together. Ferrus is well aware of his size (both out and in the bedroom, or any other local where he deems sex a daring and intriguing idea), and often tries to be quite gentle. It took a bit of coaxing to finally treat you like you weren’t made of glass. You get surprise gifts from Fulgrim at times. Some are sweet; Some are… They’re hidden until Ferrus returns from where ever he’s currently away to at the time and you can surprise him.

Horus:

The same as Fulgrim; Excessive and grandiose, but unlike Fulgrim, there's a tad more subtlety to it. But only a tad. Horus still is eager to show off the love of his life (and so much more that he’s kept just in his head shh), but he’s aware that sometimes you require a bit more subtlety. For a primarch, he’s quite the romantic. Though there’s only so much you can do when you have thousands of gene-sons waiting on orders and don’t exactly get why their primarch is holding your tiny hand and helping you walk down the thunderhawk’s ramp. You can do it yourself, they think. He can also be quite a bit grandiose in the theoretical sense. Horus seems to have your entire future together planned, and he’ll speak it to you during very late nights with stars in his eyes. To marry you, to bring you into his legion as the mother of his gene-sons, to give you your own child one day. He’s more than a bit overwhelming, but it helps he’s so charismatic.

Angron:

I... I hope you're patient. Angron isn’t one that is fond of things like romance. For multiple reasons. One being that it brings him pain because of the Nails, and the other being that in many ways, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it. He’s a slave, he’s a monster, he’s a man who failed his people, men like him don’t get to have someone like you. But you stay anyways despite the fear of him loosing control of the Nails, and eventually Angron supposes that there’s more annoying people to have around. He’s far more applicable to this in his early days. The Nails haven’t degraded his mental state yet, and his legion is still fresh faced and eager to prove their worth. If Angron accepts you, they will as well then. The downside is that many of the primarchs worry about Angron’s relationship and subsequent attachment to you, and the danger it brings. Some for your safety, but mostly for the fact that now that Angron is so deeply attached, if something were to happen to you it would well be within the possibility that Angron would completely loose control of the Nails, and become an unstoppable threat that would have to be put down. On the other hand, it seems that you can calm him down a bit, as much as the Nails will allow, something that not many are able to do. A double edged sword, your love is to him. Often times you have to restrain him during anything, strenuous. It’s for your own safety, though it seems like Angron doesn’t hate it either.

Roboute Guilliman:

The most traditional out of them all. He follows the 'rules' so strictly you have wonder if he's following some sort of manuscript. Your relationship progresses at a very methodical pace, which is a bit odd but you find it oddly sweet he puts so much thought into it. He does little more than hold your hand, kisses and anything heavier are strictly private; If it wasn't for the longing, puppy dog look in his eyes, no one would guess you two were anything more. He's not overt about it like Horus or Fulgrim, but you are still absolutely smothered in gifts. From jewelry to clothing to weird purfumes he's been gifted by high lords attempting to earn his favor through you (Guilliman has made it very obvious that he's not the type to be swayed by gifts but they hope you are and will put in a good word with your beloved), you quickly find yourself constantly or the receiving end of some sort of lavish gift. Roboute is very much in love, it's just hard for him to admit it. As you come to understand his own little love language is the day he's a very happy man. On a bonus note: It is very easy to get this man to completely melt for you. If it’s been a stressful time for him and he’s stressed, giving him a bit of a hand will make him a bit bashful, but overwhelmingly thankful.

Sanguinus:

As kind as he is beautiful, Sanguinius is one of the more heartfelt ones around. Romance abound, the angel and you are the textbook example of star crossed lovers the moment he proposes courtship to you. It almost makes some of the primarchs jealous at how incredibly perfect your love for each other is, like your feet don’t touch the ground He loves to pick you up and give you a hug or a kiss, wrapping you in his wings. He always says it's just so you feel safer, but he also likes the bit of privacy, hiding you from the worlds in his arms. You also enjoy playing with his wings when you’re in private, as they’re quite sensitive. A side note; He thinks it's cute that you use his fallen feathers as bookmarks and quills, and he now gifts you a few of his fallen primary feathers every now and again for you to use. You’ll know about the Red Thirst eventually when you’re with him. Sanguinius won’t ever ask for assistance, but if you were to offer a bit of blood? He’s incredibly careful, but the blood of his lover is nothing short of ambrosia and he will dutifully treat you afterward for sating his appetite.

Jaghatai Khan:

As one of the more reasonable primarchs, Jaghatai is a steal to have as your lover. He’s personable and kind, and funny to boot. He enjoys making you laugh, something his sons have picked up on. Sometimes they’ll tease you (or more likely unsuspecting commissars) when you’re in their company. If he's not able to hold your hand, he'll have a hand on your shoulder or back, always close to you whenever you're both together. He’s extremely dedicated to Chogoris, and it’s incredibly important to him that you adopt some of the culture he grew up in. You don’t have to, but it would make Jagahatai an extremely proud man if you attempted to understand Chogoran. He’s also private; His fellow primarchs don’t even know of your existence let alone close relation to him until you’re well into your romance, and Jaghatai has thoughts for no one else but you.

Konrad Curze:

Konrad’s romance is as toxic as he is. But at the same time, it’s like a drug you can’t get enough of. Because you’re fucking terrified of him, but the man is obsessed with you. Not many of the other primarchs understand the soul crushing, teeth grinding obsession Konrad has for you. He’s willing to fall to his knees and submit to you as long as you tell him you love him, and that he's worth more alive. But if you tell him you don’t?… You don’t want to tell him you don’t. Konrad is painful. He holds your hand too tight, kisses you too rough, bites you too hard. He doesn’t mean it, you don’t think at least some of the time, but he’s so caught in this obsession with someone trying to save him that his martyr complex melts away for a bit and he’s this self-loathing, sad excuse of a man. You almost pity him as much as you love him. Making him happy has become an arduous journey for you. Is the exact opposite of the others in wanting to show you off. You’re hidden for ages, until the primarchs realize Konrad has someone at his side. They worry, but they know separating him from you would cause more harm than good, and you keep Konrad’s emotions a bit more in check. And in the eyes of a few individuals, your safety serves as a good threat to keep Konrad and his unhinged legion on a leash and working towards a desired goal. A note; Konrad is surprisingly selfless in regard to more intimate matters. And he likes to bite. Your thighs don’t get much reprieve from him.

Vulkan:

Sweet as sugar, no one is as good at a proper declaration of love or desire to romance like Vulkan is. No matter how much it breaks his back he’ll always hold your hand, give you a kiss, or pick you up to bring you with him across the Flamewrought or the Terran palace. Besides perhaps Sanguinius and Lorgar, no one is as star-crossed in love with you as Vulkan is.

He’ll do anything for you, if you just ask. He often paraphrases that he would shield you from any threat, but sometimes you fear he’d do it literally. Less seriously he loves to gift you various things, your favorite being a necklace. You never thought he’d be able to work at such a small level, but Vulkan is nothing if not skilled. He got quite the reward the evening he gifted it to you.

Is one of the quicker ones to get serious. Talks of marrying you, writing you down in the history of his legion as their Legion Mother, Vulkan is quite eager to tie himself to you, and you to him.

Corvus Corax:

Corvus is private, and also quite slow to trust. Even slower to admit he likes someone, let alone enough to express that he’s in love with them. Many moments with him are often spent in his private quarters or somewhere else alone, where only you have eyes on him.

Is one of the few primarchs conscious of the fact that he isn’t really meant to exist, and that he’s forcing it by being with you. Your body often bruises and aches if he isn’t careful with you, and it secretly pains him that the one person he loves is so easy for him to hurt. Finding out about this feeling he has swiftly turns you into a mess of reassurances that quickly overwhelm poor Corvus, and while he still feels it at times, he appreciate you trying to soothe him.

Loves to write you letters. He feels like it means more to put the effort into handwriting, and when you send him one back, it’s like he can feel your touch on the paper. One time you left a lipstick kiss on the parchment and the man was insufferable that evening from how pent up he was, unbeknownst to you millions of miles away. You paid for that transgression dearly one he returned.

Lorgar Aurelian:

Lorgar is yet another primarch who is sweet as sugar. He also has quite the way with words, though unlike Horus and Fulgrim, it isn’t intentional. He’s just very passionate and verbose. Is also very touchy. Loves to pick you up and kiss you, show you off to others. He’s so stupidly in love and everyone around him is almost annoyed by it. He just loves his tiny little goddess so much, you bring him light he didn’t know he needed. Lorgar is also very affected by his religious trauma. His self flagellation both emotional and literal has always been an issue. You’ve had nights where you’ve put ice on his back after he whipped himself bloody, crying over his wounds. If it isn’t bad he encourages you to not weep over him, and if it’s worse he often times is beating himself up over worrying you. Being with him is stressful emotionally, to say the least. In another path, he often time beats himself up over the idea of corrupting you with sinful thoughts. Though that doesn’t really stop him, especially if he comes to his quarters one evening seeing you wearing all white draped across his bed. Lorgar will sin alright, but he does it while speaking prayers to save his own soul as he worships you. He’s one of the quickest Primarchs to want to marry you, to make you his own and to bring you closer and closer to his side.

Mortarion:

Mortarion isn’t an easy one to love. He doesn’t really consider the emotion valuable until one day he suddenly realizes that you mean something to him, more than just another baseline human does. Like Ferrus in that he never does the official courtship nonsense, and just upgrades your relationship in his head overtime. Someone who isn’t his lover doesn’t spend hours in the Pale King’s study watching him work, keeping one of his hands in their lap while he uses the other. Is a bit of a pushover in some ways, and takes his self loathing a bit too far sometimes. You’ve learned that sometimes he needs you to kiss him and tell him you love him more than anything else, to get him to stop sulking. Everyone is extremely surprised he found sometime. Let alone someone so personable. Fulgrim jokes that Mortarion should just send you instead of himself to Terra when the primarchs meet up to discuss things, as you’re easier to deal with. Mortarion hates when things like that are said, and he’ll hide you from the world obsessively for awhile after. He loves you, but sometimes for him love and possess get intertwined in his head when he thinks for you.

Magnus the Red:

Isn’t the worst beloved to have, but he has his quirks. He can be a bit stuffy at times, and often times forgets that relationships needs nurturing to grow. Magnus often times gets stuck in his own head and forgets everyone around him, including you. Loves to show off his warp magic to you, especially if you show literally any interest at all. He’s so used to everyone fearing it, fearing him, hating psykers no matter what, that any interest by you gives him hearts in his eyes. You’ll be up all night listening to him read you tomes. Which you don’t mind, it often helps you fall asleep. Since Magnus can change his size, he knows exactly how to make your squirm. You know you’re in for a wild ride when your beloved becomes bigger than Ferrus and starts taking off his armor.

AlphariusOmegon:

The twins are complicated. Given the primarchs consider you only Alpharius’ beloved, you spend more time with him than Omegon. As such, sometimes Omegon can get a bit possessive whenever you two are together. You don’t entirely blame Omegon for it; His other half is the one holding your hand and showing you off, joking about marrying you to his fellow primarchs. As such, those topics tend to be a minefield in your weird little relationship. They often use you to get information about the other Primarchs. It seems your smaller stature makes them almost seem like you're less of a threat, and get a bit more talkative around you than they are around whatever twin is currently frontfacing. You hate when they ask this of you, but you have no power to refuse them. As the twins are extremely meticulous and through, they've been careful to not show anyone how in love with you they really are. If they how just how much Alpharius loves you, it would be easy for you to be used against them. So affection is limited, and they put up an aura that you're not much more than an arm piece when in view of others. They eagerly make sure to show you this isn't the case in private, however.

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Corvus Corax and some Terran Corvidae

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Two drabbles?? In one night?? Damn I'm on a bit of a roll here lmao.

Tagging @whorety-k <3

Rest.

The room is cool, almost cold, as Corvus's quarters often are, but the bed is warm and cosy as you slip under the soft covers. Your usual spot is toasty, as if someone has been lying in it just minutes before. You smile a little as you settle yourself, your head resting on a downy pillow. Mere moments later, the covers shift, tucking themselves up under your chin and snugly around you, the touch of a cool hand brushes your face ever so gently. "Evening, Corvus," you mumble sleepily, not even having to open your eyes to check who it is as the other side of the bed dips, the sheets lifting as he too settles in. "Good evening, Moonbeam," he murmurs, a smile in his voice as he reaches over to brush a hand through your hair and to softly caress your face. Your eyes crack open to catch a glimpse of it, he smiles fondly at you, chuckling as he touches a featherlight tap to your nose. You giggle and snuggle more into the blankets, he sighs and you can feel the way the air seems to un-tense around him as he relaxes, hair spilling over his pillow like a pool of ink, darker than the night's shadows.

He looks contented, one hand sliding over to stroke your arm as you face him. His eyes hold nothing but affection, and his slow blinking and steady breathing lulls you to relax as well. "Cosy?" He asks, voice rolling like lush black velvet; you grunt sleepily in response. He chuckles again, "good," he says, "rest, my darling. You deserve it," he strokes your hair again, brushing it from your face. "I wish you the sweetest of dreams, my precious Moonbeam," he inhales deeply, "I love you," he whispers to your sleeping face, leaning down to press a delicate kiss to your hand before tucking it back under the covers so it doesn't get cold.

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Uhhh Corvus cuteness inspired by the wonderful, amazing @the-raven-lady . I apologise for how shitty this probably is.

Hair.

Corvus scoffs light-heartedly as he settles at the edge of the bed, a pillow beneath him to soften the ground, “honestly, I’m not sure why you’re so infatuated with my hair,” he says, leaning his head back a little stiffly. His hair is soft, freshly washed, just for your whims, and smells of pine and sweet resin, with something faintly smoky; you chuckle, scratching gently at his scalp with your fingertips, “you’ve stolen one of my shirts again, haven't you?” you say as he visibly relaxes, his head settling comfortably into your lap, hair splaying out like ink over your legs. His eyes glint playfully as he tries to hide a smile, “perhaps,” he replies, failing miserably as his lips twitch upwards. You can’t help the way your own lips curl at it, rolling your eyes as you drag your hands through his hair, separating the silky strands with your fingers. “Menace,” you snort, he opens his eyes again, brow furrowing, “I am not,” he protests, “explain to me how exactly I am the menace here,” Corvus starts, “when you are the one who is making me sit on the floor right now,” he says primly, closing his eyes and turning his nose to the air; for a moment you are reminded of a bird and it makes you smile, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead, having to brush his fringe aside. He smiles properly, something you are getting slowly used to with the more time you spend with him, “you are meant to be braiding my hair, are you not?” he says, eyes still peacefully closed as you sit back up, “oh be quiet, shirt-thief,” you chide playfully. He snorts but says nothing more.

You begin to work, deftly crossing the strands in a braid, falling into a steady rhythm as you work on it, his breathing slows and he slumps back into you. “That feels...nice,” he says after a while as you begin on the other side, “thank you, moonbeam,” he sighs, turning his head to press a featherlight kiss to your knee. “I’m done,” you say, his hair parted in two neat braids, falling over his back as he sits up. He tosses his head a little, “hm,” he grunts, “it’s…been a while,” he says, leaning to the side to catch a glimpse at his new hairstyle in the mirror, chuckling a little, “a little strange,” he hums, “may I…do yours, now?” he asks, brushing a hand through his fringe as he turns to look at you properly.

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Lorgar Aurelian

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Everyone voted for Corvus to be next in my transmasc!Primarch series, so please enjoy!

Transmasc Corvus Corax abounds here in an explicit situation; if that’s not your flavor, please click away.

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Corvus is annoyingly quiet when you undress him. He occasionally huffs in amusement when you fuss with the clasps of his attire, but he makes no sounds even after his body is bared to you.

The scars of his old life decorate his pale skin. It's easy to think of Corvus as an indestructible Primarch when he's on the battlefield or coordinating with his Ravenguard; when you undress him, you only see the hungry boy on Lycaeus fighting for scraps and hiding from trouble.

"I wonder what you're thinking about," Corvus murmurs, brushing some hair away from your face.

"Just about how handsome you are," you answer, delighting in the pink flush on his pale cheeks. His face isn't the only thing that's flushed; as you get between Corvus's legs, his pussy is a soft pink shade and slightly swollen. "Especially here."

"Don't say things like that," Corvus whispers, placing one hand on your head. He lifts his hips to accommodate a pillow that you slide under the small of his back. "I don't know if I can take it."

You hide your smile in the curve of his thigh, kissing your way up to his pussy. "Oh? So I shouldn't call you the most handsome, most clever man in the Imperium?" You lick a long stripe up his pussy, splitting his lips with your tongue.

A long, shuddering groan passes Corvus's lips and his fingers sink into your hair. "There are men more clever...more handsome...haaah...F-Fulgrim and Guilliman..."

"They're not in my bed, are they?" You kiss his clit, swirling your tongue around it. On the inside of your tongue, you feel Corvus's clit throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

His only response is a broken moan. Corvus grinds up into your mouth and you keep his thighs spread with your hands, using only your lips and tongue to eat his pussy. The sound of ripping fabric barely registers in your ears as Corvus tears the sheets with his free hand.

It's worth it to hear him cry out your name when he cums in your mouth.

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teeny tiny corvus' from class ... And Konrad I guess.... Corvus and his little ravens AUGHH

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不知道30k电动是怎么样的，罗宝鸦鸦请打古泰拉电动

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🖤Corvus embraces the power of the Warp🖤

Loved working with the limited grey palette, it brought up a pleasant nostalgic mood. Perfect for autumn with its early sunsets.

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Did a redraw of one of my favorite self ship images

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📌 SIDE ACCOUNT

my main account with all my art is @rvelchc this account is for anything I dont want to clog my art account with. mostly warhammer, transformers, and selfship spam. > send me asks, interact with me!! its fun . you can send me art requests on my art account! > selfship posts are tagged as #selfship for filtering corvus selfship : #corvlija megatron selfship : #meglija > occasional 18+ content so no minors please