girlboss? no, girl tired.

Rogal Dorn being the big protector he is would NOT allow any space between him and his partner while they're having sex. I mean he's just holding onto them for dear life. Front to back, front to front, front to side, no matter what he's just got a bear hold on them so they can't even think about doing anything but taking it. Same when they sleep. He's the safest place for them and he fucking knows it. When in public it's hands off but the second that door shuts to their room, reader isn't going anywhere.

(ps love your writing, it's so good and I look forward to more of your work! \(´∀｀)/)

Rogal Dorn is clingy as FUCK.

This is coming from the same fandom that has absolutely no problem with Nana and Ren! But since there's a male character involved, the toxicity isn't gross, it's sexy and cool.

"If it's het, it's automatically infinitely better." That's honestly how I would describe all of this. Because what other reason could there be for people to seriously think that the love of Hachi's life is a man she dated for like a week? A man she didn't even get back together with during the time skip, even though we know her relationship with Takumi was disastrous and they don't even live together anymore?

But of course, IT MUST BE A MAN!!!! And not the woman Hachi still thinks about despite not seeing her in years, the woman she longs for and waits for, and the woman about whom she explicitly said that if she had the chance to start her life over, "Nana would be the only one I wouldn't erase."

Maybe all fluff, all smut [Vulkan just cant take care of himself :( he needs a bit of more personalized assistance] or [he recovers and after months of torment goes to find reader for some relief], some angst [reader/oc gets in trouble and he cant help], idk go nuts(theres next to no fics with my favorite dragon man and im Starving)

Taking Care of a Dragon

Vulkan x Gn! Reader

MDNI

W: Mentions of torture, injuries, recovery, fluff, smut

There were many things Vulkan could cope with. Injuries from forging a new weapon, accidents from training or sparring, wounds from battles well fought. He could deal with most of the things the world threw at him, after all, he was forged for such a purpose, and yet, after spending Emperor knows how long being tortured, he had enough. He didn’t know what the voices around him were doing, he only knew he was final free from it and he was being taken to Maccragge. When he awoke, he thought he had been left alone in a private chamber. He tried moving, his body burning in the process and begging him to stay still. That still didn't stop him from trying to leave his bed, only to feel what was a small pressure on his chest.

"My lord, please. You must stay put. Your injuries are severe and we must keep them clean." You urged him to stay still, and alas, he did. Vulkan lay still in his cot. His eyes barely opened, struggling to fully take in your image.

Being a short spouse to the primarchs would include:

Constantly not fitting in any of the furniture. Chairs are constantly too tall. Rogal, Sanguinius, Horus, and Roboute would most likely be the first to get you custom furniture. Others would see that as a you problem, or you would have to explain it to them.

Certain primarchs using your head as a hand rest while they talk to others (Leman, Vulkan, Horus, and so on)

Trying to scold your Astartes, but craning your neck up to do so. Or have them kneel down so they're eye level. The Mournival thinks this is hilarious. Abaddon refuses to kneel.

Sometimes they don't see you down there and just bump right into you.

They're just picking you up and carrying you when it's convenient or funny to them. Scolding them? Yoink. Minding your business? Scooped up.

Konrad towering over you unknowingly while you work like the Babadook.

Them having to kneel down so you could kiss them on the cheek.

Getting hit in the face constantly by Sanquinius' wings

Fulgrim treats you like a doll and sets you down when doing your hair.

They're constantly worried you're going to get lost. Some may have unknowingly put trackers on you when going into crowds. Angron worries quite a bit.

---

you've seen the jokes. india is "dirty", indians are "everywhere", why don't they fix their own country. ok. let me tell you why, and what's happening right now while nobody's watching.

first, the history you skipped: britain ruled india for two centuries and drained it. economist utsa patnaik's research estimates around $45 trillion in today's money was taken. the india that got independence in 1947 was one of the poorest countries on earth. every "why is india like this" question starts there. you don't get to profit off a robbery and then mock the crime scene.

now, what's happening RIGHT NOW:

in may the question paper for NEET leaked. that's the national medical entrance exam. over 2.2 million students took it. cancelled. years of studying, families' savings poured into coaching, gone overnight because someone sold the paper. students died by suicide after. these were kids who wanted to be doctors.

and out of that came a protest movement. a gen z group called the cockroach janta party, started by a 30 year old named abhijeet dipke, got 22 million instagram followers within DAYS. they've been doing a sit-in at jantar mantar in delhi demanding education minister dharmendra pradhan resign.

and then there's sonam wangchuk. if you've watched 3 idiots, he's the real engineer the character was based on. built solar schools in ladakh. invented ice stupas so himalayan villages have water. spent his whole life on education. he's 59 and he's been on hunger strike for 17+ days now. reporters went to see him this week and he was too weak to talk. and the troll armies are calling him "anti national" and "foreign funded". a man starving himself for other people's children. that's the thing here, anyone who asks a question is suddenly a traitor.

it's not one incident, it's everywhere you look:

• infrastructure worth thousands of crores failing within months of the ribbon cutting. tunnels collapsing in regions where heavy rain is a guarantee, not a surprise.

• youth unemployment near 10% for ages 15 to 29, 13.6% in cities. in a country of 1.42 billion where more than half the population is young.

• only about the top 3% of indians earn above 10 lakh a year. meanwhile billionaire wealth keeps ballooning and the headlines celebrate it.

• manipur burned for over two years. an ethnic conflict, tens of thousands displaced, and the prime minister barely said the word manipur while it happened.

• journalists raided. critics' houses bulldozed. activists sitting in jail for years without trial under laws like UAPA. our press freedom ranking has cratered.

• even the petrol is a fight now, ethanol blending pushed through while drivers complain about their engines and get no straight answers.

and through all of it, the PM, who came to power on religious polarisation (americans, sound familiar?), travels abroad for photo ops and has not held one single open press conference in over a decade. not one.

what i'm asking:

if you're not indian: share this. our media mostly won't cover any of it because the big outlets are owned by the same billionaires the government serves. the only reason wangchuk's fast is getting any coverage is people refusing to look away.

if you ARE indian: speak up even if you're comfortable. especially if you're comfortable. join the protests. add to this, correct me, translate it. staying quiet is a choice when nothing in this post touches your life.

india is not "dirty". india was robbed, and it's being robbed again, from the inside this time. but it's also the country where a 59 year old will starve for strangers' kids and 22 million young people will rally behind a party literally named after cockroaches, because cockroaches survive everything.

we can still save her. but only loudly.

This could either be a primarch x reader, or an emperor x reader. Hang with me for a sec-

I had drawn this as a joke but it turned out weirdly good.

You had heard stories about Lieutenant Titus long before you ever met him.

Veteran of countless campaigns.

A warrior whose name carried respect throughout the Chapter.

Some even spoke of him in hushed voices, as though he were already becoming a legend.

None of that prepared you for actually meeting him.

You had been delivering fresh medical supplies to the Apothecarion after the strike force returned from deployment.

The corridors were busy with Chapter serfs, Apothecaries, and battle-brothers moving from one duty to the next.

You kept your head down, carefully balancing the crate in your arms.

As you stepped through one of the bulkhead doors...

Someone reached out, steadying the crate before it slipped.

"You've got it."

A deep, calm voice spoke.

You looked up.

Lieutenant Titus stood before you.

Immediately, you straightened.

"My lord!"

"I apologize—I wasn't watching where I was going."

"There is nothing to apologize for."

His voice carried a quiet confidence that immediately eased your nerves.

His blue eyes briefly examined the heavy crate.

"You should not be carrying this alone."

"I can manage."

"I do not doubt that."

A faint smile crossed his face.

"But there is no dishonor in accepting help."

Before you could protest, he effortlessly lifted the crate from your arms.

"Show me where it belongs."

The walk was mostly quiet.

Yet it never felt uncomfortable.

After placing the supplies exactly where they were needed, he turned back toward you.

"You work hard."

"The Chapter depends on people like you more than many realize."

You blinked in surprise.

"...Thank you, my lord."

He gave a respectful nod.

"Continue your good work."

Then he quietly returned to his duties, leaving you standing there with a smile you couldn't quite hide.

---

Sergent Gadriel

Your first meeting with Brother Gadriel was... intimidating.

You had been assigned to inspect and organize replacement ammunition inside the armory before the strike force's next deployment.

Everything had to be perfect.

Every bolt shell counted.

Every magazine properly stored.

You were so focused on your work that you didn't notice the towering Ultramarine approaching behind you.

"You missed one."

You nearly jumped out of your skin.

Turning around, you found Brother Gadriel standing with his arms folded.

"I-I'm sorry?"

He pointed toward a single magazine sitting on the wrong shelf.

"It belongs there."

Your face burned with embarrassment.

"Oh..."

"I didn't even notice."

His expression remained stern.

"Details matter."

"They save lives."

You immediately corrected the mistake.

"There."

He inspected your work for a long moment.

Then gave a single nod.

"Better."

You expected him to leave.

Instead, he looked around the armory.

"You organized this?"

"Yes."

"It is efficient."

Coming from someone whose standards were so exacting...

The compliment caught you completely off guard.

"...Thank you."

He nodded once more.

"You care about doing your duty correctly."

"So do I."

There wasn't much more conversation than that.

But as he walked away...

You realized the stern warrior hadn't been trying to criticize you.

He had simply expected excellence.

And quietly respected seeing someone else strive for it.

---

Brother Chairon

Unlike the others...

You met Brother Chairon in the ship's chapel.

The room was nearly empty.

Candles flickered softly beneath countless devotional icons.

You had entered simply to enjoy a few quiet moments before returning to work.

Kneeling near one of the pews was a giant figure in blue armor.

His head bowed in silent prayer.

Not wanting to disturb him, you quietly turned to leave.

"...You needn't go."

His voice was calm.

Gentle.

You hesitated.

"I didn't wish to interrupt your prayers, my lord."

"They are finished."

He stood, towering over you, yet there wasn't an ounce of intimidation in his posture.

Instead...

There was only quiet kindness.

"You serve aboard this vessel?"

"Yes, my lord."

"And yet you still make time to come here."

You smiled softly.

"It helps clear my thoughts."

He nodded in understanding.

"Wisdom often begins with moments of silence."

The two of you stood together for a few moments, listening to the quiet hum of the battle barge.

Finally, Chairon spoke again.

"I have learned that victories are not won only by those who carry bolters."

He looked toward the chapel doors.

"They are also won by those who keep the Chapter alive behind the lines."

His gaze returned to you.

"Never believe your work is insignificant."

You lowered your head respectfully.

"I won't."

A warm smile appeared on his weathered face.

"I am glad."

With that, he offered you a respectful nod before leaving the chapel.

Long after he had gone...

His words remained with you.

Warnings: yandere, mention of murders, persecution, obsession, possession.

You froze, huddled under the table. Listening to the sounds and to your ancient instincts, telling you to freeze and become as small as possible, unnoticeable to whoever is in your apartment.

You never expected that your apartment, which you thought was the safest place on earth, would turn out to be a nightmare trap.

You had no idea the evening would end like this. You had no idea that the sound of a light scratching on your front door was anything more significant than a wild or stray animal. This was your price for the mistake.

Horror gripped your organs with an icy, clawed paw, forcing you to swallow your cries and any sounds.

Now you were remembering all the weird shit that happened this week.

But what was the first sign?

A pack of stray dogs disappearing? A lonely Blood Angel wandering around your front door? Maybe a couple of your friends are missing? Or maybe scary ruby-red eyes looking into your windows at night? It doesn't matter now. It's too late...

You hold your breath listening to the sounds in your apartment. It's so damn quiet. As if even the neighbors don't exist through the wall.

Maybe it's gone?

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, Mention of smoke and cigarettes, there may be descriptions of unpleasant things.

The seasoned wolf scout leaned against the wall, his nose a centimeter from the smoke-stained surface. His face seemed to have been pulled back in a bestial grimace, and his nostrils quivered as he inhaled the many scents of the hive world.

Then the scout closed his eyes, mentally searching for extra scents and separating them from the trail he needed.

The enticing aroma fills his nose, forcing him to swallow copious amounts of saliva.

Having torn himself away from sniffing the wall, Ragjac walked lightly along the narrow streets of the hive following the trail.

With each step, fear became stronger and more distinct in the scent of the victim. The trail led the beast more and more precisely to a small church hidden among residential spires.

It was impossible for a warrior of the Pack to enter unnoticed; everyone around could already tell who he was. They parted before him in a faceless crowd. The smell of horror led him to the barely noticeable doors leading inside. a small cell.

A slight push swung the flimsy door open. The small room immediately released a mixed smell of incense and human sweat.

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, kidnapped.

Cold metal fingers scraped across the glass of the stasis capsule.

Trazyn collects many beautiful things, but you were the crown jewel of his collection.

Whatever world he was in, he had never met anyone like you. You were a beautiful combination of flesh and bone, a marvelous specimen of Homo sapiens.

Trazyn placed you in a stasis capsule, in your glass coffin, like an ancient human fairy tale. Sometimes he touched your lips, dreaming of feeling their softness on his living flesh, because his cold and passionless body could not convey the same sensations.

Necron sometimes imagined himself as your knight, who is looking for a way to return to his normal body in order to break the spell and reunite with his beloved, who is immersed in an enchanted sleep.

"Only true love's kiss will wake the sleeping beauty" - this is what Trazyn repeated seeing your beautiful body in the capsule. He may not have had the old breathing and warm body, but desire and attraction, he did not need it. They made their way through the joints, between the plates to his very core, to his very soul, making the Innumarable feel alive again.

Metal fingers lovingly touch the glass. He has never met anyone like you and probably never will, but he doesn't need that anymore.

Warnings: Yandere, Obsessive, Possessive, Possessive behaviour, there may be descriptions of unpleasant things.

-Are you locked in here too, little one?-

The icy cold of being in a dreadnought couldn't be undone, but you gave him a sense of not being alone that none of his brothers in arms could provide. Each awakening was accompanied by a scraping feeling in the remains of his body, because he was unaware of how much time had passed during sleep.

What if you're no longer alive? What if something happened to you? What if he never sees you again?

And seeing you again fulfilling your duties around him brings him a long-lost comfort. You became his anchor, and before each sleep, he never took his eyes off you. Since he can barely touch you or feel your presence on his, he can only listen to the spirit of the machine, which allowed him to at least slightly get closer to you.

During one of these dreams, he had a revelation. If you were placed in a similar capsule, you would live just as long. It didn't take much persuasion for the fellow tech-marine to get the higher mortal into the cryo-capsule, and the capsule itself was hidden in the depths of his dreadnought. Now he could always be sure you were with him.

«Рельсы — это красиво. Они всегда ведут к одной цели и свернуть с неё невозможно»

A direct sequel to this by @ohwait-shesinspace