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Sanguinius sighed and passed his hand over his face, glancing around the room in resignation; piles of dresses lay scattered around, draped over the huge postered bed and hanging from empty iron sconces.

His eyes flickered to the bathroom door as light pulsed softly through the crack of the hinges, broken rays of soft yellow flittering as a shadow passed on the other side.

"It is time to go, dove"

Sanguinius rapped his knuckles to the door, wings bristling slightly as he counted the passing minutes.

"Im not going, Ive got nothing to wear!"

The primarch paused, eyes darting to the rainbow sprawl of frocks around the bedroom.

"Are you sure?" He laughed softly, "because it looks like a krak grenade went off in a tailors shop"

"I'm serious! Everything looks awful. I can't go"

The angel sighed and swept a hand through his hair, pushing golden strands back from his face, exasperated.

"My love, you are expected, it's not really negotiable."

"Do I have to?"

The primarch held back a groan and turned, resuming his pacing. His own robe swept about him in a storm of golden linen and silk, pearls on silver chains clinking softly from his wings as he tried to remain calm.

"Enough. My sweet."

"Fine"

The door opened with a click and Sanguinius sighed in relief. Forcing the frown from his face, he exhaled deeply and spun, offering his hand out towards you.

"Thank you. Now let us-"

He froze.

The dress clung to your body like a second skin. Blood red and satin soft, it shimmered as you shifted. The neckline plunged deep, revealing the flushed swell of your breast with each breath you took and the skirt cut high on your leg as you stepped into the room, flashing a brief glimpse of the soft skin of your thigh, before it slid back under the rippling fabric.

You smiled at him nervously and spun on the spot, revealing pearlescent wings embroidered over your back, arching towards your shoulders.

"What do you think?"

Sanguinius swallowed dryly, feeling his pulse quicken and his body ache.

"Its perfect"

Your smile widened and you beamed, toying shyly with the delicate blood angel sigil pendant at your throat before taking his still outstretched hand. He recoiled at your touch and you stalled, your smile flattering as he smoothed the front of his robe and made for the door.

"Let's go."

"Stupid outfit with stupid-" you muttered under your breath, your feet already throbbing in the crimson and gold heels as you paced quickly to keep up with the primarch's long gait. Staring at the back of his head, you chewed your lip nervously, seeing the tension in his shoulders increase; his muscles tightening and feathers fluffing with each step.

You strode past the gilded windows arching high towards the ceiling, illuminating the hallway with the last cold light of the winter day and faint flickering of the city below and sighed, wishing once more for the hot arid air of baal.

Snapping yourself away from a dream of warm sands and updrafts, you watched Sanguinius finally slow down, his massive stature silhouetted against the cool moonlight seeping through the glass. You jogged to catch up with him, wincing with each painful step.

"My love?" You called out.

No response.

"My lord?" you tried again, more forcefully this time.

Still nothing.

"Sanguinius!" You snapped, running forward to tug the primarchs hand. He stopped, but didn't turn, refusing to meet your glare, instead staring blankly at the carved ballroom door now feet in front of him, the sound of laugher and music muffled behind the thick varnished oak.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked, squeezing his hand. "What's gotten into you?"

Sanguinius turned to you slowly, the silver moonbeams harshing his features as he started down at you blankly.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Blood roared in Sanguinius' ears, his pulse racing and heart pounding at your touch. Your scent filled his nose and he could hear your own pulse beating through your body like a siren song. Saliva pooling in his mouth and he swallowed loudly as he finally turned to look at you.

"No, little dove" he replied "you have done nothing wrong"

"Then why...?"

He watched your eyes widen for a moment and almost sobbed at the loss when you dropped his hand and stepped back.

"It's the dress isn't it" you whispered, wringing your hands together.

He finally snapped. Glancing around, he reached out and grabbed your arm, dragging you behind him as he raced towards the nearest door.

"It's true" he muttered, kicking the door open and pushing you inside "Its the dress"

You staggered as the angel shoved you forward into the office, knocking into a small desk littered with papers hastily abandoned in the wake of the primarch's gathering. Your back hit the wood and a crystalline decanter fell to the floor with a crash, spilling wine across the cream carpet and splattering up the oaken bookcases that lined the walls.

"Sanguinius what-"

"I can't stand it" The primarch's eyes were wild. Pupils blown wide and nostrils flaring, he dragged a bolt across the door and stalked towards you.

"I'm sorry I didnt-"

"You have no idea what you're doing to me." He cut you off, pushing you further back against the desk and seating you on its cold surface as he crashed his lips into yours, hands clawing at your body and wings fanning out protectively.

"Wearing my colours like this" He growled, running a hand up the slit in the skirt and along your thigh, resting near your hip.

"Bearing my mark" sliding his lips from yours to trail kisses over your jaw and down your throat, tugging at the necklace with his teeth before stopping to nip and suck at your pulse point, "I can't take it any more"

You relaxed at his words, anxiety quickly giving way to something warmer and much more inviting.

Tilting your head back to allow Sanguinius more access to your throat, You heard him hum approvingly as his fangs grazed your artery.

"I thought you hated it" you sighed, tangling your fingers through his silken hair as his teeth pierced the skin.

"I hate how easily you break me" came the reply, muffled against your skin.

"I hate the thought of anyone desiring you like I do"

His sank to his knees, trailing kisses down your neck and along the deep V neck of your gown. Pulling the satin aside, he mouthed at your breast, flicking his tongue over the nipple before grazing it with his teeth, making you squirm.

"But the dress? Oh I *love* the dress"

He dropped lower before you could react and you yelped as he threw your ankles over his shoulder and dipped his head beneath your dress.

"We really shouldn't sang ah!~"

You threw your head back, biting your lip to silence your moans as Sanguinius pressed his mouth to your core, tongue lapping over your clit before pressing your entrance. You felt him groan against your skin and his fingers dug into your thighs, keeping your shaking legs apart as he thrust his tongue.

"Fuck, Sanguinius~~"

Nails raking over the desk, you cried out as he latched onto your clit, sucking and lapping until your whole body shivered and your voice broke.

"Sing for me, Little bird" Sanguinius breathed, one hand releasing your leg so he could press a long finger to your entrance.

"Someone will hear us!" You hushed back, trying to pull yourself upright.

"Best keep quiet then"

You whined and fell backwards again, his tongue teasing your clit as his finger thrust and curled. Slick pooled on the table beneath you and the air felt heady, your self control dwindling as Sanguinius pressed against the soft spot he knew would send you reeling over the edge.

"Cum for me, Dove" he pressed another finger in. Your back arched off the cold wood and you slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle your cries as you came, tremors wracking through you in waves.

You were still red faced and panting when Sanguinius finally reappeared from beneath your dress, face damp and cheeks pink. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and rose to his feet, dropping you legs and leaving them dangling uselessly over the edge of the desk.

"Sang~" you mewled, feeling him throb through his robe as he lent over to kiss you, pressing himself against your body and capturing you lips

Breathless, you watched as he pulled back from the embrace and finally pulled himself free.

He was painfully hard, tip flushed and glistening with arousal. He gripped himself as he looked down at you, eyes almost black with his dilated pupils, hand moving slowly, coating his shaft in precum.

"Bend over"

You rushed to obey, slipping off the desk onto wobbling legs. You began to pull your arm free of your dress until he grapsed your jaw and tilted your head.

"Keep it on"

He released you and you twisted, bending over the still damp wood. Sanguinius stepped behind you, a massive hand palming over you ass and squeezing.

"Good girl"

You shivered as you felt him ruck the fabric up around your hips, cool night air pebbling your skin. His foot nudged yours, pushing your stance wider and using a thumb to tease over your slit. You felt yourself blushing furiously as he spread you open and you opened your mouth to protest.

All that came out was a choked "oh" as he pressed his cock to your entrance and hilted himself in one fluid movement, stretching you to your limit and pushing the air from your lungs.

The primarch gave you a moment, both of you gulping in air before he began to move, slow deep thrusts that left you whimpering and keening. Sanguinius hissed, feeling your body trying to accommodate him, muscles twitching around him as his tip dragged across you walls, hitting every spot that made you see stars.

Your voice spurred him; a mixture of whimpering for more and weak warnings of being caught.

"If anyone finds us, there will be no doubt you are mine" he growled.

His words sent you over the edge. You arched your back and cried out his name as you came, your entire body feeling hotter than baals desert.

You struggled to stay quiet, biting your lip as Sanguinius pressed his hand on your back, smoothing his palm over the embroidered wings spanning your shoulders.

"My own angel" he whispered.

His own wings flaring and shuddering as he chased his high, rattling the chains and pearls loose front their place amongst his downy feathers.

"I'm yours" you cried out, clawing at the edge of the desk, trying to ground yourself. Sanguinius' hand shifted from your back. Sliding down your arm to envelope your hand in his. He stopped low, chest almost flat to your back as he groaned in your ear. He could feel your body cling to him, begging him to fill you over and over.

He was happy to oblige; thrusting his hips over and over, the room was filled with the slap of skin on skin and breathy pleas for "more, harder, don't stop"

He was close. His cock throbbed and ached, every muscle in his body was tensed and spring loaded, like static ran through his nerves. He looked down at your face pressed against the desk; rose tinted and blissed out, your eyes were half lidded and drool pooled at the corner of your mouth.

"S-a-n-" you mumbled, blinking up at him dumbly from the corner of your eye.

"Pl---ease....n-need...you..insi---de"

You were a state, arms useless, ass red from the impact of his hip and legs barley holding your weight.

But clad in blood angel scarlet and bearing his wings, you were the most beautiful thing In The world.

And you were his.

Sanguinius' wings flared as he came, pinions knocking books from the shelves as they stretched.

He saw your eyes widen, feeling thick hot ropes filled you before leaking out around him as he continued to rut into you, oversensitive but unwilling to pull away from your warmth. His muscles were cramping, stomach tense and back aching before he finally pulled out. He watched as his spend began to drip from your cunt and debated fucking it back into you before smothering the thought down to offer you his arm.

You struggled to your feet, legs wobbling as they struggled to support you. You clutched the edge of the table and laughed softly, looking at the wet streaks now staining your dress.

"I think I need to get changed"

Sanguinius took your arm and helped you straighten, eyeing the darkening patches on the silken fabric.

"Go, I'll send Raldaron to escort you back when you've changed"

You smiled and nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles before turning back to the door.

"My dove?"

You turned to look over your shoulder. The primarch was straightening his robe and preening loose feathers from his wings.

"Leave the dress out. I may wish to see you in it again later"

Sanguinius clapped his brother on the back and laughed before raising his goblet to his mouth and taking a deep gulp.

"She will join us soon" he chuckled, " she couldn't decide on what to wear so I left her to it"

Horus cocked an eye brow at his brother, looking him up and down before taking a swig from his own chalice.

"Is that what it is? I thought something else was keeping her"

Sanguinius frozen.

"Like what?"

Horus grinned, making to reply before the door creaked open and a small shape slipped through the crack.

"Ah it appears she has arrived. Introduce me angel!"

The war master strode through the crowd, Sanguinius hurrying after him.

"You must be the infamous new love"

You spun, smile dropping as you faced the Luna wolves primarch. You quickly dipped into a low curtsey

"My lord"

"Oh so formal" Horus grinned. "I was worried I wouldn't get to meet you. The angel seems adamant on keeping you locked away from the rest of us"

You froze, still dipped in a low bow.

"I'm not sure I understand my lord"

You heard the war master inhale deeply and chuckle.

"Aaah so that is it"

You glanced up to see Horus staring down at you, eyes twinkling.

"What an interesting little thing you are"

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Perturabo, Ferrus Manus “I don’t like the things you’ve built for me.” “Oh? What exactly do you not like?” “They are things of your design, not something I requested.” “Your requests, although welcomed, are not necessarily required. I build things because they have use, and these have use in your and, most importantly, my daily life. You will learn to accept them, same as you have learned to accept me.”

Jaghatai Khan, Angron “My truest freedom is by your side, you know that?” His only response is a grunt. “I mean it. The wealth of the world can be offered to me, yet I still choose you and you alone.” “Do not discount the material so quickly. It provides a lot of comforts.” “Not the one you give me.”

Magnus the Red, Fulgrim “Can I paint you?” “I beg your pardon?” “Can I paint you? Or, rather, paint on you.” “Pray tell, what has gotten into this head of yours?” “You are... breathtaking, but I see the angles not highlighted otherwise. And I want to bring them forward.” “My love, how could I say no?”

Horus Lupercal, Alpharius and Omegon “Was it necessary?” “Yes, it was.” “You lied to them, you lied to me!” “And your pain is an addition to mine, but it had to be done.” “I don’t believe you.” “I care not for your belief, I care for your loyalty. And you have proven it. Rejoice, for you are about to be rewarded.”

Lorgar Aurelian “The candles are not supposed to be out. They are not.” “My love? It is way past your rest cycle. Why are you up?” “The candles... they were getting low, and you are supposed to walk this path soon.” “The candles are an accessory. You are a necessity. Please come rest with me.” “But your walk...” “Will be soothed if you yourself do not rest. Now come, be still in my embrace, and all will be forgiven.”

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Perturabo - Iron Warriors Amusement Park Day Perturabo takes the Iron Warriors to an amusement park because someone said they were fun and he intends to identify why. He spends the first hour criticizing the ride queue design and his sons take notes. Roller coasters interest him briefly because they are engineering under stress until he starts calculating failure points.

The Iron Warriors do not enjoy the haunted house, they evaluate it. The ring toss game is rigged and Perturabo notices, he wins every prize through mathematics, spite and controlled wrist rotation.

When the employee says one prize per customer Perturabo says: “show me the posted regulation.” By evening the Iron Warriors have seized the giant plush bear economy. Perturabo claims he hated the day but he is holding three funnel cakes and a blueprint for a better roller coaster.

Jaghatai Khan - White Scars Water Park Day Jaghatai takes the White Scars to a water park and it lasts minutes… not the day but the park’s dignity. The White Scars immediately identify the fastest water slides, the best racing lanes, the least supervised lazy river entry points and every possible way to turn floating tubes into competitive vehicles.

The White Scars do not stand in line, they flow, somehow they never cut but they are always at the front. The wave pool becomes a cavalry maneuver, one lifeguard blows a whistle. They salute respectfully while going backward at unsafe speed.

By noon the park has created a new rule: NO POWER-DRIFTING INNER TUBES. Jaghatai frames the sign and his sons declare it a trophy.

Russ - Space Wolves Lake BBQ Day Russ takes the Space Wolves to a lake. There is swimming, shouting, grilling, wrestling, questionable diving contests and a bonfire that begins before sunset because Russ says fire shouldn’t wait for permission. The Space Wolves bring enough meat to frighten local wildlife, the grill is less a cooking station and more a battlefield altar. Russ personally supervises the barbecue.

His sons play catch with a log. Someone invents lake rugby, the rules are unclear, violent, and loudly disputed. A normal family nearby slowly moves their picnic farther away and Russ notices and sends them a perfectly grilled steak as tribute.

By nightfall, everyone is sunburned except the sons who were smart enough to listen to Sanguinius about sunscreen. Russ insists he doesn’t sun burn but his nose is bright red.

Dorn - Imperial Fists Beach Engineering Day Dorn takes the Imperial Fists to the beach and within eight minutes they have turned a fun summer day into coastal defense infrastructure.

Sandcastle contest? No. Sand fortress competition. There are bastions, curtain walls, trenches, reinforced wet sand foundations, drainage channels and a fully functional moat using tidal flow.Nearby children stare at their sad buckets and Dorn sees this and immediately starts a workshop. The children love him, the parents are confused but grateful.

The Imperial Fists also handle sunscreen with discipline, every marine applies it properly, Dorn has a timer. A volleyball game occurs, but nobody calls it volleyball, they call it ‘projectile denial and return.’

Konrad Curze - Night Lords Carnival Day The Night Lords arrive in black coats and look like a murder documentary crew. The carnival workers are nervous, the children are fascinated.

Curze buys roasted chestnuts, this is somehow deeply upsetting. A Night Lord asks if he likes them. “They are warm things broken open.” Curze replies. Nobody knows how to respond. They visit the maze and vanish into it, the staff panic. Visitors begin emerging from the maze much faster than expected, pale and shaking, saying: “Something whispered from the walls.”

At the end Curze and his sons sit on a ferris wheel above the lights and for once the dark below looks almost gentle. Konrad points at a man below. “He is cheating at ring toss” he says. The peace ends.

Sanguinius - Blood Angels Picnic Day Sanguinius takes the Blood Angels to a sunlit meadow by a lake. There are picnic blankets, fruit, pastries, music, sketchbooks, swimming, poetry and perfectly packed baskets. His sons arrive trying to be dignified and end up visibly happy within twenty minutes. This embarrasses them, Sanguinius notices and pretends not to.

There is a painting session, the Blood Angels say they are merely studying form…they are doing watercolor flowers. One marine gets emotional over a butterfly landing on his gauntlet. “Let it rest, it trusts you.” Sanguinius says. The marine never recovers.

Then someone starts a friendly swimming race and the Blood Angels become terrifyingly competitive, beautiful aquatic missiles. Sanguinius thanks them for the day and his sons act like they are fine. They are not fine. Half of them keep pressed flowers from the picnic.

Ferrus - Iron Hands Practical Workshop Day Ferrus doesn’t understand the concept of a fun day. He hears ‘outdoor group activity’ so he takes the Iron Hands to an open air forge and machine fair. There are food trucks, tool demonstrations, welding displays, engine rebuild stalls and a contest to see who can assemble a mechanical pump fastest.

The Iron Hands have the time of their lives which means they mostly stand silently around machines judging them. Ferrus buys everyone lemonade because Vulkan told him hydration matters.

The Iron Hands enter the pump assembly contest and win so hard the organizers invent a professional category just to remove them.

Angron - World Eaters Paintball Day Angron takes the World Eaters paintballing. The facility staff explain the rules: No headshots. No close range firing. Raise your hand when eliminated. Respect the boundary markers. The World Eaters listen technically. The first match lasts eleven seconds, the opposing team walks off the field looking like they were attacked by a red weather system.

Angron doesn’t play at first, he says it is childish until one paintball hits his shoulder and he decides to join. The World Eaters have fun, actual fun, terrifying bruising loud fun. A young marine laughs so hard he almost drops his marker. Angron hears it, doesn’t smile but doesn’t stop it either.

By the end, the staff have banned them from competitive play and offered them a private field for everyone’s safety. Best summer day they have ever had.

Guilliman - Ultramarines Civic Festival Day Guilliman takes the Ultramarines to a summer civic festival. There are food stalls, music, public games, volunteer booths, historical displays and community awards. His sons are suspiciously prepared. “Enjoy yourselves” Guilliman says.

The Ultramarines enjoy themselves efficiently. They win the trivia contest, organize the lost and found, improve foot traffic near the lemonade stand and help set up chairs for the evening concert. Guilliman gives a short speech about community that becomes a long speech.

A small child asks him to judge the pie contest and Guilliman takes this duty with frightening seriousness. “Texture, filling distribution, crust integrity, and civic spirit will be considered.” The blueberry pie wins.

Mortarion - Death Guard Swamp Nature Day Mortarion the Death Guard on a swamp hike, everyone else thinks this is punishment but the Death Guard think it is peaceful. There are mosquitoes, mud, humidity, fungus, frogs, stagnant water and plants that smell like old medicine.

Mortarion is visibly more relaxed, which means his shoulders are only 80% hostile. He gives an excellent lecture on wetland ecosystems, rot cycles and disease vectors. His sons listen reverently. One marine finds a mushroom and Mortarion inspects it.  “Useful.” Mortarion says. This is high praise.

They stop for lunch on a log, the sons love it. The Death Guard record this as a perfect outing.

Magnus the Red - Thousand Sons Museum and Planetarium Day Magnus takes the Thousand Sons to a museum and planetarium. It was supposed to be a light educational outing but that’s impossible. They spend 45 minutes in the first exhibit because Magnus keeps correcting plaques. His sons are enchanted…the museum staff are suffering.

In the planetarium Magnus becomes emotionally unbearable. The stars appear overhead and the narration begins, he starts giving a better lecture. The audience applauds but the staff beg him not to touch the projector… He touches the projector anyway and the dome briefly displays constellations no human civilization has recorded yet.

The Thousand Sons buy matching museum notebooks, by the end of the day the gift shop has sold out of astronomy posters and forbidden looking bookmarks.

Horus Lupercal - Luna Wolves Beach Sports Day Horus takes the Luna Wolves to the beach and somehow makes the entire coastline love him. He organizes beach sports, swimming, grilled food, team games, storytelling and a sunset gathering.Nothing feels forced, everyone feels included, that is how you know it is Horus.

He divides the teams so old rivalries turn into friendly competition, he gives little pep talks before volleyball matches and remembers which marine prefers shade, which one loves swimming, which one needs to be coaxed into relaxing. His sons adore him, strangers adore him, the ice cream vendor gives him free cones. Horus insists everyone thank the vendor by name.

By sunset, his sons are sitting around a fire, laughing, shoulder to shoulder, utterly convinced they are the most beloved legion in creation.

Lorgar - Word Bearers Camp Day It is wholesome for approximately six minutes until Lorgar says:  “Let us each share what this day teaches us about fellowship.” The chaplains start crying, the summer camp counselors are overwhelmed.

There are canoe races but Lorgar turns them into metaphors. There are friendship bracelets but they become devotional tokens. There is a bonfire but by nightfall it is absolutely a ritual space.

“I understand now.” One marine says as he roasts a marshmallow. Lorgar writes a hymn about sunscreen and it’s unfortunately good. The Word Bearers have a deeply meaningful day.

Vulkan - Salamanders Community Barbecue Day Vulkan takes the Salamanders to a neighborhood summer barbecue and repair fair. There is grilled food, music, children playing, picnic tables, games, and a row of broken bikes, chairs, toys, and appliances waiting to be fixed. The Salamanders immediately adopt the whole community.

They grill, repair, teach kids how to safely use tools, help elderly people carry chairs and make sure everyone eats. Vulkan personally mans the grill and his burgers are perfect. His vegetable skewers are perfect and his slightly spicy sauce is a religious experience. One Salamander wins the sack race and apologizes for being too enthusiastic.

Vulkan gives out handmade toys to children. The Salamanders end the day sunburned, exhausted, adored and carrying twenty thank you cards.

Corvus Corax - Raven Guard Midnight Beach Cleanup Corvus refuses crowded summer fun so he takes the Raven Guard to a beach cleanup at dawn and a quiet night picnic later. At first his sons think this is duty until they realize it’s peaceful.

They walk the shore collecting trash, freeing tangled seaweed from plastic, cutting fishing line, and watching the sunrise through the mist. Corvus says little, his sons understand anyway. Later they return with simple food, black coffee, blankets and a small fire hidden from the wind. There are speeches or forced bonding, just quiet presence.  One marine points out a constellation, another tells a dry joke, someone almost laughs. Corvus looks away so they can enjoy it without feeling observed.

“Good work.” Corvus says at the end. That is the whole review. The Raven Guard treasure it like poetry.

Alpharius Omegon - Alpha Legion Mystery Fun Day Alpharius tells his sons they are going to a fun activity and then gives each squad a different address.One goes to a beach, another to a water park, one goes to a bowling alley and another  goes to a suspicious warehouse labeled Fun Day.

Every group receives instructions in sealed envelopes. Some instructions are games, some are riddles, others are false. At the end all squads converge at a public park where there is a picnic waiting. The sandwiches are labeled: ham, not ham, omegon and ‘don’t trust the lemonade’.  The lemonade is fine but the potato salad is not.