#Corax x reader

[thevoidscreams]

For the mating press march.

What about stalker!corvus, where he is doing his best to make you acept his love?

Dark romances have prepared me for this moment. *Cracks knuckles* (I'm so sorry this is late)

Day 20 Year 2:

Warnings: Stalking, non consensual touching while asleep, generally kinda creepy behavior, murder, masturbation, scopophobia, body parts as gifts

Word count: 4750

The bag of groceries in your hands felt heavy, even if there wasn't a lot in it. You hurried down the street, the hood of your coat pulled over your head as you tried not to be noticeable. You fish your keys from your coat pocket as you begin to approach your door. Looking over your shoulder every now and again.

It was the third time you'd had to relocate this year alone. If only your ex could get it through his head that you DIDN'T want to see him anymore. That you’d be better off if he would never speak to you again. But he just wouldn't listen. You wish he’d drop dead, or that someone would kill his stupid ass.

You shut the door behind you, locking it immediately and turning the dead bolts.

Your groceries went into their proper places. It wasn't much of an apartment but it was better than the streets. You wished you could go off world, to find somewhere far away from the man who tormented you so.

"Maybe I could," you spoke to yourself. You flipped through your sketchbook, you were a fair hand at art. And the nineteenth would be docked in your planet's orbit for some weeks while getting repairs done. Or so you heard. Maybe you could join them as a remembrancer or something?

Yeah and maybe you'd spontaneously sprout wings and fly away. You sighed, looking at the missed call button on your phone. You knew who it was, you didn't need to check it.

That settled it. You made a copy of some of your best pieces and went out, hood over your face as you went. It was later than you liked to be out but you could at least talk to someone and figure out if you could get out of this hell hole.

Corax watched you with interest, of all the people he saw down on the street, you were the only one who looked like they were hiding.

He wanted a closer look. He followed silently from rooftops until he was right on top of you. Unseen and unheard.

You stopped at the landing pad where several smaller transports were being worked on.

Most of the workers ignored you as you tried to ask questions.

He gathered in the first minutes that you were an artist, looking for work as a remembrancer.

He could answer those questions but he waited. You looked ready to give up based on your body language, when a sudden breeze caught your hood and pulled it away from your face.

Corax's hearts stuttered as he saw you. His footing suddenly felt uneven and he over adjusted, cracking the roof tiles under his foot and sending them crashing to the street below. He cursed as it spooked you and you tugged your hood back up. He watched you as you began to hurry back towards your home, he followed as if drawing along on a leash.

Why were you so skittish? He'd been following you for several days since he first saw you trotting home late at night. From a job most likely. You seemed so frightened of the world around you. He could only surmise why, in a city that was relatively safe, there must be a cause. Most likely, a human cause.

Since then he'd seen you to and from your home , whether it was to work or the shops. He kept his keen black gaze on your hooded figure.

Today was the first clear look he'd ever gotten off your face. He craved more of it. More of that visage.

He waited till you were locked safely behind your doors to descend down from the roof to peer in through your windows. He hadn't done this before.

He watched you pull your hood away, then the coat it was attached to and hang it on a hook above your doors peephole.

He stood, still as a statue as you went about a routine of checking every nook and cranny till you seemed satisfied. Odd.

You were home, you were safe, for the most part. But the insisting sensation of being watched gnawed at you constantly. For over a week you'd felt like a rat in a cage, eyes peering down from between the bars to scrutinize you.

The blinking of the answering machine told you that the device had several missed calls on it.

No one ever called you but your job. Or him. You pressed the blinking button and stood, waiting for the inevitable. Maybe it would just be your boss though, asking you to cover a shift.

"Please baby, I'm sorry, please call me-" you deleted the message. The beginning of the guilt tripping it was too much. But you knew it would only get worse from there.

"I know I fucked up, please!-" deleted.

"I broke in ONE TIME! Stop ignoring my calls-" deleted.

The begging turned into angered yelling, each message more vile than the last till the voice on the other end was threatening violence and worse if you didn't forgive him and come back to him.

When they were all done you curled up on the floor, crying, holding your legs tight to yourself as his voice rang in your mind. You would have to change your number. Again.

Corax's vision was tinged red, his anger burning hotter than the sun this world orbited. He saw in you the same torment that the prisoners of Lycaeus had endured. People suppressed into smallness by those that willingly terrorize and abuse them. He longed to reach out and touch you, to give you the peace you so desperately needed. To provide the safety that man had denied you.

It would not stand.

When you finally crawled up the stairs of your tiny apartment to sleep off the panic attack Corax slipped inside. The balcony doors weren't an easy place for him to slip through given his height, but he'd gotten them open easily enough. That would be a point he'd have to fix later.

He went through your mail. He read your name, over and over. Sounding it out in his mind. He stopped to take a breath, the place you called home didn't smell very strongly of you yet. It must be a recent acquisition.

He took in his surroundings, it was a very humble little place. He has no quarrel with small humble places. He himself came from a place that was unglamorous. As long as a home was a home, what did it matter?

But Corax could tell that this wasn't a home. Not truly. A home was a place of safety and comfort. And this, this was a shell, a place you were hiding in from something outside.

He left, securing your balcony in just such a way that he would be able to return later, but also so the wind would not blow it open.

He had work to do. But he would return to you as quickly as he was able. His hearts beat a rapid staccato as he pictured your face in his mind.

Soon.

The first thing he had to ascertain was who this ex of yours was, what was this less than human scumbags name? What had he done to you? And furthermore, he needed to get you enrolled in the system to become a remembrancer.

It took him an hour to do the latter. Having a letter written up to you as if it was simply a notice that the legion was taking on more and you could return the post with examples of work. You of course we're the only one that got the letter. But he knew you'd apply. And he would pick you personally.

The first bit of information he got by simply walking into the local law enforcement office. A search of your name brought up multiple results. The poor woman working the desk didn't dare to turn him away.

Restraining orders, breaking and entering, domestic disputes and other things turned up. His hands shook with rage as he took the reports. He would see that you had justice. Now that he had a name and face. It was inevitable.

On his way to the port he stopped by your house, watched you dart out to collect the mail and heard the soft squeak of surprise as you found the letter. He sat and waited, watching until you darted back out to place it in the post box.

He collected it. A wide grin over his face as he tucked the envelope into a safe place. He could feel the bulge of your added artwork. He'd look them over later.

That night he went about setting things up. Telling his crew and some of his sons that he intended to take a remembrancer of his own. It wasn't unheard of and those around him seemed to accept the idea without a second thought.

He penned the letter that he would deliver to your mailbox telling you that you were to be interviewed for the position. Of course it was just for show, but you didn't need to know that.

The following days were a blur for you, so much so that you hadn't noticed anything amiss, a letter with an official seal from the nineteenth legion came back and you felt over the moon. Finally you'd be getting away from all this torment.

The interview was the following morning, you'd be meeting someone at the port that allowed transports from orbit to land inside the city.

It was all so exciting that you didn't even think you'd be able to sleep. But you laid down nonetheless and eventually exhaustion found its way in. As did something else.

Corax watched you sleep from the corner of the room. His body hunched as he crept closer. You looked much more peaceful in your sleep.

He took that as a good sign that you weren't in danger of waking. Not that it mattered if you did. You hadn't seen him any of the other nights he'd come to wait for you.

It was almost troubling how easy it was for him to come in and just.. watch and sometimes more. He grew bold in his knowledge that you wouldn't wake. He'd touched your hips softly for the first time several nights before. The night you'd received the letter.

He shouldn't touch you, he knew he shouldn't, but how was he supposed to help himself? He wasn't blind to his own obsession as he came back night after night. But he couldn't help it, not that he wanted to.

His hands had started on just your hips and arms, feeling your softness under his fingers. Slowly he'd trailed his hands over your body. Tonight however you were wearing just an oversized shirt. He knew there was nothing underneath as he'd hidden your sleep shorts while you showered. Eventually you gave up and went to bed without them.

He crouched by the bed, his palms reaching to touch, to feel the softness of your body once more.

There was an intoxicating aroma about you that night. He pressed your thighs to the side to take a closer look, seeing the glistening moisture between your thighs. It was unlike anything he'd seen before. His right hand reached down to palm the ache between his legs. His thumb traced the outer edge of your womanhood. Maybe, once you were his, he would explore that forbidden garden more.

He freed his cock, stroking it as he pictured it in his mind.

Your body pressed to his as he bounced you in his lap, spearing you on his cock again and again. Your voice crying his name sweetly as he came inside.

He groaned at the mental image. You stirred, sighing as you turned over slightly in your sleep.

Corax withdrew, waiting for you to settle fully before returning to your side. Cock still in hand as he looked hungrily over your form.

He needed to control himself. He didn't. His hips rutted into his hands as he imagined it was your hand, or mouth, or body. Corax felt his orgasm coming and reached for something. He finished in a pair of your underwear, painting the fabric with his seed. Guilt washed over him as he came down from the high. Scrapping what he could from the fabric he tossed it into your dirty laundry. Hopefully you wouldn't notice.

He left through the balcony again.

"We found the man you spoke of."

Corax didn't turn from his view of the street, he nodded. "Very good we will bring justice then."

The forms of his sons around him gave him the certainty that this was right. That he should be doing this.

"My lord? Who is she?" One of his sons asked. "I will be taking her as my remembrancer, and if all goes well, you will have a legion mother soon."

His sons seemed to brighten at the news. "And we are to hunt this man, why?" "Because he hurt her."

It was all they needed to hear, as they traversed from the city to the town beyond the city's limits where a dead man was waiting for them.

You stumbled out of bed, exhausted from a night full of dreams that left you needy and horny beyond belief.

You grabbed the clothes you'd set aside for today, except the underwear. You swore you'd had the one clean pair left. You sighed, grabbing the first pair off the top. It was decidedly not clean but that's what you got for forgetting to wash a load of your laundry. You pulled them up and sighed as you felt it seemed to be your own dried juices. You'd get another shower when you got home.

At least your skirt and blouse were pristine.

The trek down to the port wasn't a long one, but you went as quickly as you could regardless. You didn't get a notice saying who you'd be meeting, just that you should be there at ten and you'd be picked up for the interview. You arrived thirty minutes early just in case. A portfolio of drawings you hadn't included in there just in case.

At ten on the door a ship landed, it was huge. It had all the right heraldry so it had to be the right one. The large door at the back hissed as it began to lower.

You expected a crew member or some legion official. Instead your knees nearly gave out as the tallest man you'd ever seen strolled from the back. "Hello." It was all he said, but you felt as if you were going to faint. His voice was quiet and he motioned for you to join him in the ship.

When you did the door shut behind you, leaving your spine with the very tall man. You felt choked, as if all the air in the universe couldn't feed you the necessary oxygen needed for your brain to function. It wasn't like your other panic attacks but it certainly didn't feel dissimilar, Judi different. A massive hand reached out to you, and you reached for it in return. The contact calmed you. Easing the rising sensation of whatever it was. You closed your eyes to gather your thoughts and when you opened them again you were sitting across from the practical giant.

"I'm so sorry-" He raised a hand to do you, your voice faltering as he smiled and settled you with the simple gesture.

"There's nothing to apologize for, you are here on time. And as for the reaction, I have had far worse than that."

You swallowed and nodded. "I take it then that you are the primarch?"

Corax's smile did not waver, oh you would be taking it when the time was right. "I am, you may call me Corvus Corax, or simply Corvus."

You nodded. "Okay, Corvus... it's nice to meet you."

The primarch nearly jumped you when you said his name so sweetly.

"Likewise, and I believe I know who you are. But please, won't you tell me your name?"

You gave it without hesitation, and Corax nodded. He wanted to eat the sound of your voice, he wanted to consume every little bit of you and hold you within himself for the rest of time as you exchanged pleasantries and basic facts about yourself that he already knew. You even offered him the art in your portfolio. Art he'd seen numerous times before but it felt more special, seeing them now as you offered them so freely.

"You have a gift for this. I am impressed, it seems so effortless how you capture the world around you and place it onto paper this way." He complimented, eager that you should know how he felt about your art.

"Thank you, it's a long time hobby really, but I'd love to make it my proper job."

Corax nodded. You'd gotten more comfortable reclining a bit in your seat.

"Tell me about this piece." He urged handing you back a page with an illustration he hadn't seen, something dark in the sky above the streets of a city looking down.

You took the page and shivered. "Oh I did this one recently, it's more of a feeling piece. I was trying to capture the feeling of being watched by something you can't see or by someone who isn't there." You told him, not mentioning that if it was how your horrible ex made you feel.

"I see, and have you felt watched?"

You blushed embarrassed that he'd asked about that one in particular. "Yeah, it's just that I had a really nasty break up and the guy won't leave me alone. So I made this piece to try and capture the feeling of that."

Corax processed the words slowly. "When you are with my legion, you will be safe." He promised softly. "My sons and I will make sure that no harm befalls you." His voice was so sincere, that you believed him.

"Thank you." You felt your eyes mist surf unshed tears. This interaction had been the first time you'd felt safe in such a long time, a warm hand cupped your cheek. "There now, it will be alright." He soothed, and he babbled something as the tears did begin to fall. His thumb brushed away the tears. "I will keep you safe as your belongings are gathered. I would have you as my remembrancer if that is amicable to you."

You nodded excitedly. "Oh yes, I will go at once to gather my belongings, thank you Corax."

As you made to stand, you unfolded your legs and Corvus caught the briefest flag of your underwear. The color and pattern were immediately familiar to him, and though he kept a calm external expression, his mind reeled. You were wearing them. You were wearing the panties he'd cum in. His cock began to fill with blood as he nodded and ushered you out. "Gather your essentials only, I will see to it that the rest of your belongings are brought up later. Assuming the address on your application is current."

"Oh it is! Thank you again I can't tell you what this means to me-" Corax walked you to the end of the port as you gushed excitedly about your new position.

Once you were gone on your way he hurried back to the transport, glad he'd for gone wearing his armor so as not to intimidate you. The door hissed shut and he tugged his cock free, pumping his length as he knelt before the place you'd been sitting. He could still smell you in the air as he fucked his hands to the thought. His cum at least to some capacity had been pressing snug against your pussy that whole time, even if he scraped away the bulk of it. It was just further proof that he needed to have you. He blew his load into the seat where you'd been, painting the metal with his seed as he whined your name.

Guilt again, but not nearly as strong as before. He voxed the Shadow of the Emperor. You would be theirs soon. A ripple of excitement went they'd his sons as they even offered their aid in getting you there quicker. Corax cleaned up the mess he'd made. Two hours by his estimation, and you'd be his.

When you returned home you packed your bag, clothes, documents, any small tokens of your personhood that mattered.

When you finished you looked around. The furniture was all second hand, a lot of what you'd loved had been left behind or destroyed by him.

You shook your head. You were free now. Corax would keep you safe now. Wouldn't he?

You shook the seeds of doubt from your mind, of course he would. He was a primarch. You'd packed up quick, and had a few minutes to relax. You'd informed your boss that you'd done this and told him that if you'd not come in for your next shift it was because you got the position.

You sat down on your bed, taking it all in. Soon you'd start your new life.

You closed your eyes and thought about Corax. He was handsome, really handsome. Your cheeks heated as your hand moved down to the hem of your skirt. Pulling it up you dug your hand into your panties fingers caressing the outer folds, gathering the wetness that had gathered there. You stroked your clit, stimulating more wetness as you pictured Corax, sitting across from you, he was huge. You wondered if all of him was big like that. The mental image shifted to him above you, fucking you instead of it just being your fingers. All the wet dreams you'd had last night left you eager and your body was alight with the sensation your fingers were providing, but you couldn't help but wish it was him.

As you got close you cried his name softly into your hand. Cumming on your fingers.

With that out of the way you gathered your bag. Time to go.

You stopped at the port, looking for the transport when large armored figures appeared, they towered over you frightening you. But they made no move to grab or harm you. "The primarch has gone ahead to prepare your place. You will come with us."

You nodded, these must be the astartes you'd heard so much about. "And you are his.. uh.. sons?"

One turned towards you but didn't respond as you were ushered to the ship. As the transport went up you could see over the city. It was prettier when you weren't getting an up close look, you decided. As it moved you could see the outlying suburbs and towns. Over one part in particular you saw a swarm of law enforcement and hummed. "Wonder what happened there" you said, "maybe someone finally did in that abusive asshat." You chuckled. Not seeing how the marines looked from one another to you and then back.

The Shadow of the Emperor was absolutely massive. You'd heard about void ships this big, but actually seeing one. It simply didn't look real.

The astartes had ushered you into a seat to keep you from being jostled around as the craft left the atmosphere so when you landed you were the only one buckled in.

The seats were clearly sized for individuals much larger than yourself and you felt like a toddler.

They led you from the craft and into the interior of the gloriana class battleship. They were all quiet as they ushered you forth only answering basic questions, yeses or nos.

Corax was waiting for you, he greeted you warmly as you stepped into his personal chambers. “I hope that you will be comfortable, the room I have available is connected to mine, so you will be close to me.” At first it was a bit daunting, but when you stepped into the ‘small room’ it was several times larger than your cramped apartment. “It’s much nicer than my old place, thank you.” The primarch had to bite his tongue to keep from replying, “I know.” Which surely would have raised questions.

You’d wanted to get off the planet so badly and here you were. Corax had promised to keep you safe, and he was one of the emperor’s sons, so he would. You had to believe that.

The furniture came up the next day, your dinky little couch and bed, the scant few personal things like your clothes as well. You didn’t even have to raise a finger to move this time. That was nice. Corax stayed close by for the next two weeks to help you settle and the more he did the more you did feel safe with him, it was hard to let down those walls but Corax seemed to climb over them with ease, and you let him. You were even becoming something kind of like friends. Even if you wanted to jump his bones every time you saw him, in and out of his armor. The ship was still docked when you told him the first time about your ex, having shared some wine together as you told each other personal stories about your lives. Even though he knew about the scum bag he listened intently. Letting you vent your frustrations and fears. The ways he hurt you, and the years of torment that you’d endured at his hands. Corax had killed him before you’d ever set foot on this ship, and now he was glad he’d done it. He was reassured that his murder was justice and not just vengeance as you recounted how the authorities did nothing to help you. His father was a man of means and that left you feeling powerless as searches were called off and evidence was ‘lost’ or ignored outright. The primarch held your hand throughout the retelling. “You will have justice.” He promised, knowing that even as you spoke, the dismembered parts of his body were sitting on ice. He would have them wrapped for you. And he would give them to you himself. You shrugged. “I’m not sure how, I just worry that what I did was selfish now. What if he hurts someone else in my place now that I’m gone.” “He will not.” Corvus promised, and he pulled you into a soft hug. You rested your head against his chest until he left you to get some rest. How could he be so sure, you wondered as sleep took you. Hours later you awoke, to a knock at the door. You got up to answer it, Corvus was there, a soft smile on his face. “Hey,” you yawned, “What time is it?” “Late.” Corax replied as he stepped in, holding a metal box in his hands. “What’s this?” He handed it to you as he knelt by your side, ready to steady you should the shock cause you to pass out. “I told you he would not hurt anyone else, and he never will. No new women, and especially not you.”

With shaking hands, you opened the lid, you nearly dropped the box as hot acid burned the back of your throat. You took a deep breath and looked again. Two eyes, a tongue and two hands. You took them in with a cold sort of detachment. “Why?” You asked. “Why these parts?” Corvus was glad you asked. “We took his eyes so he would never watch you again, his tongue so he could never speak such vile things to you again. And his hands, so he would never touch you again.” It was disgusting, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be disgusted. Corax had done for you what no other person had ever done, not just murder, but he’d taken you seriously, and he’s actually done what he could to see you safe. There was a bloom of warmth in your chest that traveled throughout your body. Tears burned in your eyes as you closed the lid. “Thank you.” You breathed through a choked breath.The box was taken from your hands and set aside, Corax’s massive arms encircled your body in a warm, tight hug. “I told you, I would keep you safe.” It should have frightened you, but instead your heart beat with relief. Safe. You were finally safe.

[floralynn-arts]

ONWARDS, MY SOLDIERS!

HOLDING THE PRIMARCH + THEIR DAD IS COMPLETE!!

THANK YOU FOR THE PATIENCE, I HAD FUN!!

[moociaoafterdark]

Lmao

Primarch simps of Tumblr, what is your verdict? (No hate to OP, just poking fun)

[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

[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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[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.

[purplebutwarhammer]

I came up with some ideas for how a Primarchs wife would be titled by the legions and by the general public.

Legion mother is sort of a generic term across the board. For an example Astartes from different chapters would use Legion Mother with each other since it has no implications other than being their Primarchs wife, that and in official circumstances it’s considered their formal title, ie Corax’s wife would be introduced as Lady Corax, Legion Mother of Raven Guard.

This is not a full list since I’m not as familiar with some legions so I may make a part two one day

Night Lords:

Domina Nox

- Literally means ‘Lady of the Night’ but doesn’t have the same implications (although I’m sure the joke has been made, and the would be comedian is swiftly taught the error of their ways)

- Domina on its own can also mean ‘mistress of the household’ or just ‘wife’, however it can also be translated as ‘owner’. the legion probably wouldn’t use the shortened version in most cases, but Curze might recreationally.

The Dark Queen of Nostramo

- This would be mostly used by people outside of the legions and off Nostramo, for example a newspaper on Macragge might say “The Dark Queen of Nostramo today met with our ambassadors”. It’s a reflection of Curzes title that simultaneously recognises her as an equal to him but also makes a dig at what she represents. The kind of snarky wordplay politics loves

- It’s occasionally used by some Night Lords and Curze in a shortened form, ie “The Dark Queen requires our presence” or “My Dark Queen has no time for your foolishness, leave now before I present her with your head.”

The Mad Queen

- A term used exclusively amongst civilian populations and meant in an insulting to occasionally sympathetic manner. Usually it’s in reference to the fact she married and stuck by Curze even as he began to spiral, the juxtaposition between her more tempered manner and her continued enforcement of her husbands laws makes her seem unstable to the untrained eye.

- In the future when the true story has become blurred it’s used to refer to her much like an archetype from a play, a queen dragged down into her husband’s madness and driven to extremes. It’s said in a hushed saddened tone that conveys a warning about following in her footsteps and what love can drive a person to.

White Scars:

Khatun

- This one’s fairly obvious, it’s the title given to a Khans wife. I can imagine many of the White Scars would use “The Great Khatun” when in conversation with others, both as a show of respect and to remind others to mind how they speak when she’s the topic of discussion.

Dark Angels:

Lady El’Johnson

- Lady ‘first name’ was typically used for wives of Knights, and I can see this being the norm of Caliban but off planet surnames are more of the norm for formality.

- It would also play into the Dark Angels penchant for secrecy, only on Caliban and amongst trusted company would their Legion Mother be Lady ‘First Name’ in any other situation it’s Lady El’Johnson

The Lioness

- This one is a little more tongue in cheek and largely used amongst the Primarchs to refer to their sister in law and some of the other legions in recognition of her ferocity.

Mistress of the Knightly Orders of Caliban

- This one is a formal title used mainly on Caliban and formal events on Terra when her arrival is being announced. The Lion specifically created the title as recognition of her station and to give her rank amongst the legion so her authority isn’t only seen as an extension of his.

- It gives her domain over the ‘womanly’ tasks of the order, acquisition of food, clothing, and maintenance of household. Essentially the entire homefront falls under her command, and her authority on these matters often outweighs that of her husbands.

- The largest part of this is overseeing and organising the serfs for the entire legion, it’s mainly just the ones serving on Caliban but any major changes throughout the entire legion have to go through her first.

Space Wolves:

Wolf Mother

- Another self explanatory one, she is the Space Wolves mother so she is ‘Wolf Mother’. I like to think that on their wedding day Leman gifted her a wolf pelt to wear which became a trademark of her appearance.

Frue Russ

- Frue was the title given to a Jarls wife, I see this as being what the citizens of Fenris would call her instead of anything like queen.

- I’ve seen mixed sources that say Frue was specifically for a wife who owned land in her own right, but I’m not 100%. I can see Lemans wife as someone who can lead in her own right so bringing her own land and people into the marriage wouldn’t be far fetched

Ultramarines:

Lady Guilliman

The Lady Ultramar

- I’m going to group these two together since they’re both fairly generic, they’re the kind of on paper titles that get the point across

The Imperial Regent Consort

- This is after Guilliman becomes Regent and naturally his wife gets a title to match, it’s wholly an invention of Terra and only sees use from them and other Imperial citizens outside of the Ultramar sector.

Augusta

- Historically it’s Roman title given to empresses of exception that allowed them to wear imperial regalia and hold their own court.

- I imagine that Lady Guilliman can do all of this and more and so is given the title to match, she’s another who I think manages the ‘home’ whilst her husband is away on campaign.

Mater Ultramar

- ‘Mother of Ultramar’, similar to the Roman title for the empress ‘Mater Patriae’, may be called Mater for short informally by some Ultramarines but this is usually an indicator of dire circumstances or moments of great strife when the boys in blue just want their mum.

Salamanders:

Forgemother

- I assume that Vulkans wife would know her way around a forge, and I like to think she makes little trinkets for the Neophytes to put on their first set of armour

Lady of Drakes

- Matches her husband and would usually be used as a formality on Nocturne, like when she’s being introduced at an event.

Raven Guard:

Raven Mother

- This one would be used by legionnaires when speaking to Lady Corax directly ie “Raven Mother, we have news from The Shadow of The Emperor.”

- The civilians of Deliverance would also use it when referring to her to others ie “The Raven Mother is holding an event later”

The Shadowed Lady

- She doesn’t command the shadows as her husband does but is protected by them just the same, shadows can often be seen draping over her like a cloak when in her husbands presence.

- This would also be the name used to refer to her in Corspake and other semi coded communications.

Word Bearers:

The Madonna

- This would be in the religious sense (not like the singer). Especially after the heresy the Word Bearers come to idolise their Legion Mother as the perfect woman. Sermons are given on how all wives and mothers should strive to emulate her.

[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.

[aggresivemenace]

Physical intimacy: Do Primarchs allow themselves to show their pleasure, or do they struggle to restrain it?

Lion El'Jonson

"My duty is to please you. Nothing else matters"

For the most part, he hides his own pleasure.

His purpose lies in satisfying his lady, his beloved; his own delight is, in his mind, a distant second.

The sound of your moans - this is his greatest reward.

Fulgrim

"Let me sing for you, in every gasp and cry"

He makes no attempt to restrain himself.

During intimacy, he is unabashedly loud - part of it born from his natural passion and disdain for holding back his emotions, and part of it a deliberate offering, a way to show you just how deeply you satisfy him.

Perturabo

"Even steel must tremble, when touched by loving hand"

He tries to restrain himself, clinging to the image of the cold, commanding Primarch of the Iron Warriors.

Yet his flushed cheeks, his tightly shut eyes, and the soft, unbidden sighs that slip from his lips betray him utterly.

Jaghatai Khan

"Love is simple. You and I - that's all there is"

He shows you exactly how good you make him feel.

His logic is plain: you are his wife; you love each other; your bodies bring mutual joy.

Why, in the name of all the stars, would anyone ever pretend otherwise?

Leman Russ

"If I love you, the whole world will know it"

Restraint is a foreign concept to him.

He doesn't just show his pleasure to you - he shows it to anyone within earshot. He wants them to know how damn gorgeous his wife is.

If the Primarch of the Space Wolves is busy replenishing the population of Fenris with his cherished mate, he’ll make sure the whole planet knows anout it.

Rogal Dorn

"You melt the walls I built around my soul"

He openly savors the pleasure your body brings him.

It may seem strange that this fortress of stone and ice could feel anything at all — but trust me: the Dorn the world sees and the Dorn you know, his beloved wife, are two entirely different men.

With you, he lets the burdens of the outside world fall away, surrendering himself completely to the tenderness of your hands, letting you see - and feel - just how deeply you affect him.

Konrad Curze

"Break me with your kindness - I cannot resist"

At first, he acts brazenly, almost mockingly - as if intimacy were merely another way to assert his dominance over you, to humiliate you (though you both know it's just a game).

He shows no true emotion at first.

But give him time, and pleasure will consume him entirely.

Soon, he'll be moaning, saliva trailing from his chin, and the cruel, cutting words will dissolve into broken cries, lost beneath the ragged sound of his hips colliding with yours.

Sanguinius

"Your touch makes my wings tremble"

He tries to hide it, but every time he fails.

A single glance, a single touch from you is enough to ignite him, and his body responds with breathtaking intensity.

Often, he grows shy of his own loud moans, hiding his face behind his hands - or shielding himself with his snowy wings, peeking at you shyly through the gaps between the feathers.

No matter how much he blushes at his own raw reactions, he never denies how completely you unravel him.

Ferrus Manus

"Hot iron bends easily"

He restrains himself - and he does it well.

But if you straddle him and set a fast, relentless pace, even the Primarch of the Iron Hands struggles to keep his composure.

He would gladly surrender his stoic facade for you, but the habit of control runs deep.

So remember: if you hear grunts, sharp breaths, and muffled moans, know that Ferrus is feeling very good.

Angron

"Hold me - remind me that I can be loved"

He hides it. His instincts scream that showing pleasure is the same as showing weakness.

He longs to surrender, to lose himself in you - but the way his mind is wired won’t allow it.

The best thing you can do for him is to cradle his tense, flushed face in your hands, kiss him gently, and whisper how much you love him, how much pleasure he brings you.

Roboute Guilliman

"With you, I finally remember how to breathe"

He shows you exactly how much he enjoys it.

You love making love to him after a long, grueling day - when the strength of a Primarch still fills his body, but his mind is worn and weary.

He lies back on the bed and closes his eyes as you straddle him, setting a slow, steady rhythm.

He doesn't need to do anything - unless he wishes to reach up and touch you.

Otherwise, he simply surrenders to the feeling, utterly relaxed.

He moans, sighs, and often murmurs how much he loves you, how deeply your touch pleases him.

Mortarion

"Even decaying flesh is soft to touch"

He doesn't hide it - simply because he can't.

By nature, he is deeply sensitive, and even if he wished to restrain himself, he would be helpless to silence the moans that spill from his lips.

Magnus the Red

"You see me - the real me - and you still love"

He praises you and encourages you with every breath.

You see, he is...large. Very large.

Before you, he stands in his true form, untouched by the Warp magic - for you love him as he truly is, natural and unaltered.

Though it can be a struggle to take him fully, he is endlessly patient.

He breathes heavily against your ear, his large, warm hands gliding over your thighs, his fingers brushing your flushed cheeks with tender reverence.

You're doing so well, my sweet...just a little more"

"You're so tight...It feels so good, my love"

Horus Lupercal

"For you, I would burn the stars and call it mercy"

He never hides his feelings - not with you.

In your embrace, he becomes what he was always meant to be: mighty, yet human; powerful, yet tender.

Horus wants to feel you with every part of his being.

His hands hold you tightly, as if he fears losing you, his kisses burning and urgent, filled with an almost painful devotion.

He moans your name, whispers how you drive him mad, how he can never get enough of you.

When he is with you, he forgets anything else - surrendering himself to you, just as he would one day surrender the stars at your feet.

Lorgar Aurelian

"Our love is a sacred flame - pure and holy"

He approaches intimacy with a heart full of reverence, yet weighed down by uncertainty.

At first, he tries to restrain himself, struggling to understand the depth of his own longing - how vital your closeness has become to him.

When he finally yields, his moans are soft, almost prayerful, slipping past his lips in waves of helpless devotion.

Still, shame flickers within him, and he tries again to quiet the storm, only to fail - again and again, drawn back to you.

It falls to you to remind him, in tender whispers, that between a devoted husband and wife, this union is no sin - but a sacred joy, a blessing to be embraced without fear.

Vulkan

"My strength was made to protect you...and to love you"

He doesn't restrain his feelings - on the contrary, he is sincere to the very core.

Every touch from Vulkan is filled with warmth and care; his moans are low and deep, like distant thunder, sweet and meant for your ears only.

He holds you as if you were the most precious treasure in the galaxy, even though his hands could crush mountains.

He whispers how much he loves you, how he trembles with every second spent in your arms - burning with passion, but never hurting you.

Alpharius/Omegon

"Two hearts. One soul. Yours forever"

During intimacy, it becomes especially easy to tell them apart.

Alpharius is more reserved with his emotions - he often buries his face against your neck, squeezing his eyes shut, too shy to let you see his expression.

Omegon, on the other hand, is the talkative one - he loves to praise you with a voice thick with heat and adoration.

"Darling, you're doing so well...taking both of us like you were made for it. Yes, made just for the two of us."

Corvus Corax

"In the silence between our breaths, I am yours"

He doesn't hold back, yet he isn't particularly loud.

He shows his pleasure through heavy breathing and soft, almost inaudible moans - not out of restraint, but simply because he is a quiet soul by nature.

And perhaps, deep down, he wants his sounds to be heard by you alone, his breath brushing against your heated, sensitive skin like a ghost's caress.

BONUS!

The God-Emperor of Mankind

"You are my light amidst endless darkness"

To the world, he is the unshakable master, majesty incarnate.

But in your arms, he lays down his golden crown, becoming only a man who loves his wife beyond measure.

He touches you with hands capable of commanding the stars, yet with a tenderness reserved for you alone.

His moans are rare, heavy, slipping past his lips when he loses himself in you, allowing a weakness he shows to no one else.

To humanity, he is a God.

To you - he is your man: loving, devoted, eternal

[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;

[floralynn-arts]

Starting a new art dedicated blog? With the babymarchs? Absolutely.

[diabolicalevil]

No context handing a Primarch a cat

I'm thinking about the freaks again,,, love those guys

Lion El'johnson: grabs it by the stomach and immediately tosses it to the ground. he knows it will be fine cause he's also a kitty

Fulgrim: if its a siamese, ragdoll or one of those expensive ones he'll start fawning over how gorgeous and elegant it is. other breeds he'll be very confused and a little intrigued. if it's a black cat he'll point at it and go "that's you" to ferrus manus

Perturabo: do not hand this man a cat he will hurt it!!!! on accident. and he'll be self loathing about the only thing he knows how to do is destroy until the end of time. and you're like yeah ok whatever but we gotta take that thang to the vet man

Jaghatai Khan: deeply amused, he thinks it's cute but will pass it back to you. unless it visibly has zoomies. "a fine warrior!" he will proclaim as it runs around

Leman Russ: dog person, doesn't like cats at all but he's experienced enough w animals to hold it properly. frowning so hard and puts it down quickly but gently

Rogal Dorn: he's holding it two handed like its a really big subway sandwich. very confused, just so baffled. if he let's it stay and it walks over his desk he talks to it very sternly about how that is Not appropriate behaviour. it does it again

Konrad Curze: DO NOT GIVE THIS MAN AN ANIMAL TO HOLD. he scares it away with his freak aura, for the best tbh

Sanguinius: curious but amused. the cat is going AT it trying to attack his wings but he's holding it very nicely I think sang loves animals

Ferrus Manus: annoyed I'm afraid. he's also worried he'll hurt it and passes it off to someone else. under no circumstances is that "someone else" someone from his legion, they cannot be trusted

Angron: another do not give this man an animal. its cute to him however ☝️ he is aware he might hurt it and is very quick to let it run off. from @evilraideroverboss Or for Angron: some people can imitate cat's hissing. Cat jumps on something high and hisses back. love this it's cute

Roboute Guilliman: confused but he's so tired everything is confusing him. he just treats it like another Thing to Handle and puts it on the stupid useless paperwork pile. if he ever locks back in to reality I think he'd find it very cute. it lives in his office now

Mortarion: annoyed. he doesn't like animals as much as plants but if it's a rarer breed of cat he'll quietly observe it like a bug for a little while. otherwise he's shoving it back to you immediately

Magnus: MAGNUS CAT DAD PROPAGANDA he has ten squillion cats in his library and this one is coming home with him too

Horus Lupercal: laughs, he thinks it's very amusing. handles it clumsily but he's doing his best

Lorgar Aurelian: extremely unfamiliar with animals, they're not allowed in the temple so he doesn't know what to do with it and hands it back to you

Vulkan: the best cat holder on this list. any confusion is not relevant he's holding that thang as if he personally gave birth to it

Corvus Corax: not interested and thinks it's weird you'd hand it to him, hands it back by the scruff of the neck

Alpharius/Omegon: kitty gets too confused and runs away

[absynthe-mind]

Primarchs Soulmate AU (with you)

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

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

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

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

Lion El’Jonson - I

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

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

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

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

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

Fulgrim - III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perturabo - IV

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

There was always work to be done.

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

Until recently. 

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

He slept less. 

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

It worsened. 

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

The phantom touch of a hand caressing his chin.

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

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

Jaghatai Khan - V

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were not safe, you were GONE! 

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

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

Leman Russ - VI

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

Another downside being that their diet is decidedly shit.

Wet slop, wet slop, wet slop.

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

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

More wet slop. 

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

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

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

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

Rogal Dorn - VII

Tick, tick, tick. 

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

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

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

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

Tick, tick, tick.

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

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

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

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

He will remain steadfast.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…

Konrad Curze - VIII

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

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

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

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

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

Sanguinius - IX

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could he ever bear to tell you?

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

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

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

Ferrus Manus - X

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

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

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

They were gone now, after the fight.

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

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

Angron - XII

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roboute Guilliman - XIII

The 41st Millennium was exhausting.

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

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

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

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

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

Worse yet, someone had begun stealing from him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mortarion - XIV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Magnus the Red - XV

Which one, which one. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Horus Lupercal - XVI

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

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

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

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

He- he’s a primarch. He- 

Why does he only have 15 years left.

Lorgar Aurelian - XVII

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vulkan - XVIII

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

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

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

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

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

Fear. Fear, fear, fear, fear. 

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

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

Corvus Corax - XIX

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

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

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

He never imagines he’d meet you like this.

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

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

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

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

Alpharius/Omegon - XX

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

Alpharius & Omegon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wish you could remember what sunlight felt like.

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

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

Bonus: The Emperor

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

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

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

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

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

Thousands of years go by.