Tws: some of them are fucking GROSS and DISGUSTING pls, you've been warned
I don't want to bother with the right order, sorry
Horus just can't shut up on public. He can yap about anything for literal hours, especially if there are many people to listen, so good luck being with him on feasts and celebrations
Magnus has a disgusting habit of reading your thoughts. Don't be mad - he does this subconsciously and if you realise that, just call him out, he will stop and apologise. But it's still nit very nice of him. He has a problem with "accidental magic" in general.
You had to hire a special serf to quickly and discreetly remove feathers from your clothes in public whenever you're around Sanguinius. When he starts molting, it becomes a real problem.
Leman Russ likes casual nudity - he doesn't really think that clothes are necessary when you two are alone, and in general fenrisian culture doesn't see nudity as something inherently bad and sinful. So yeah, you will see his bare fluffy ass quite often. The thing is - he awaits the same from you and do I need to say that his sons are not great with boundaries as well and just can open the door without warning?
Whenever he’s deep in thought or emotionally invested in a story, objects around him start to levitate or change color. You often find your tea mug floating near the ceiling, and Magnus doesn’t even realize he did it.
Guilliman's biggest problems come from him working too much.
His day is strictly scheduled by the hour, and he wakes up at the exact same time every morning, down to the very minute. Trouble begins whenever the plan changes and he needs to be woken up at a different time. That’s when you find out that Roboute is such an incredibly heavy sleeper that it would probably be easier to rouse a Necron from its slumber than to wake him.
And then, there’s the reality of what happens underneath all that armor during those long hours. One day, you carelessly decided to cheer up hard-working husband. You quietly slipped under his desk, asked him to spread his legs, unlatched the protective plate covering his under-suit, undid the rest, and...let’s just say it felt like you'd kissed Nurgle himself. As it turns out, sweat and other things tend to stagnate in those suits if the wearer sits motionless for hours on end.
Roboute is still ashamed of that incident to this day.
Vulkan SNORES. Like he's really loud, it can be really difficult to sleep next to him.
Ferrus likes to gossip in public, but physically can't whisper - his voice is too strong and deep. The worst part is he doesn't even realise that.
Fulgrim is prone to allergies, and in the spring when the abandoned fields and mines of Chemos start to bloom he begins to sneeze like every 30 seconds, his voice taking on a pathetic, nasal twang from his blocked nose. Big E really fucked up working on his immune system.
Mortarion smells like shit. Barbarus is a planet of swamps and miasma, so sometimes he doesn't realise that he's stinky. Just tell him about it and he'll manage the issue immediately.
Curze can smell like shit as well, and he isn't used to hygiene at all. He could go for weeks without washing, and he has yellow teeth and matted, greasy hair. You had to do a lot of work to get him used to it. For example, you flatly refused to hug or kiss him if he hadn't brushed his teeth or showered in at least a couple of days. To your surprise, it worked perfectly, and he started taking care of himself.
Also, he’s a casual nudist, just like Russ. He doesn't care about social norms at all. If someone sees him naked, that’s their problem, they shouldn't have been unlucky enough to have eyes today.
Lorgar constantly asks you dumb shit like "would you love me if I were a worm?"
Lion tosses and turns constantly in his sleep. He also has a habit of hugging you so tightly that he nearly chokes you, or he might roll over and pin you with his entire weight - to the point where you’re already imagining how everyone in the Imperium will talk about the incredibly stupid death of the Lady of Caliban.
Perturabo has a habit of sneezing very fucking loudly and without warning. No, really he can sneeze right in the middle of a sentence with such force that you have short tinnitus after that, and then just keep on talking as if nothing happened.
Angron is a total pig at the table. He eats with the same grace as a pack of Tyranids devouring a corpse, as if he hadn’t been fed for a month. You have your work cut out for you trying to teach him how to behave properly.
Rogal Dorn sometimes interrupts you. He doesn't do it because he isn't interested in what you have to say; on the contrary, he loves his wife and adores chatting with her. It’s just that he struggles to sense the rhythm of a conversation and doesn't quite know when it's his turn to speak, so he constantly cuts in because he’s eager to add his own thoughts.
Jaghatai can’t sit still. He’s always fidgeting with something in his hands or checking his gear. Sometimes, while talking to you, he’ll start examining the patterns on your clothes, and it looks like he’s not hearing a word you’re saying, but that’s not true. He hears every single thing you say.
Alpharius and Omegon constantly forget that they haven’t told you something.
"You told her we had a meeting two hours earlier today, right?"
"I thought YOU were the one who reminded her!"
This happens all the time.
Corvus is constantly scaring the hell out of you. You’ll get used to it eventually, but the way he just appears out of nowhere is unnerving and still makes you jump every single time.
Oh, and you’re constantly surrounded by a flock of birds, so sometimes having bird shit on your clothes is just part of the aesthetic, you might as well get used to it.
BONUS!!
Malcador is constantly complaining and grumbling about EVERYTHING: the weather, the servants, the Emperor, his aching knees, and even you. Sex with him is a nightmare, any sudden movement can ruin his mood. One time, you accidentally dislocated his collarbone.
"Stop...squeezing me, I want to last a bit more"
"Fym you want me to become more loose? Call Neoth, he'll help us, you old fucker?"
Emperor also couldn't care less about social norms he’ll pinch your ass, smack it, or french kiss you in public, all while throwing in some crude, filthy joke. Sometimes you think he'd fuck you right there after one bottle of amasec.
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We all know that the Primarchs aren't the best at communicating sometimes. So please imagine a situation where the Primarchs think they are all but married, while their partner is under the impression that this is simply a friends with benefits relationship used to destress.
I think during the writing it shifted from Primarchs not being very good at communication to both them and their partner being bad at it. That being said I had lots of fun writing it and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it.
Ohh may i request Alpharius and Omegon kissing their s/o on the cheeks at the same time? Like Alpharius is kissing them on the left cheek and Omegon on the right, I saw the perturabo child art and I'm already a fan.
Tysm and Ofc!! I love alpharius and omegon sm!
Little extra cuz never let them know your next step type of thing
This is an expected duty and he will treat it like one.
You’re treated like a defensive checkpoint: deposited on the far side of the bed, wrapped up in blankets and furs, and then he lies down beside you. Alas, somewhere in that theoretical understanding of cuddling he failed to understand that he should probably be facing towards you - or even touching you in any way, and not just lying in wait, facing the door in case of intruders.
Guarding you.
You can make the most of this by snuggling into his back and he’ll allow it. Don’t worry, he’ll get better over time… hopefully.
Fulgrim - III
Surprisingly awkward.
In his quest to make it perfect, to set the mood, to make sure he doesn’t touch you too much or too little and precisely ready what you want in this moment he comes off stilted and slightly stiff.
He settles into it quickly though, ever adept at reading your mood and pulls you into his chest, letting you rest against him and pressing languid kisses atop your head. When you’re clearly relaxed and enjoying his effort he loosens even more and it makes for a very cute evening together.
Post heresy bonus:
Coils around you confidently trapping you between thick ropes of his winding body. Enjoy being pet like the little well, pet you are.
Perturabo - IV
Oh good lord, a feat in and of itself you got him to agree, but once he’s had it once he’s a tsundere addict so watch out.
That first time though, that first time is for you to coax him into being more than an unmoving iron wall. Showing him what tender touch and unburdened human affection feels like.
He leans into your hands as you sit up upon his chest and caress his wires, letting out low rumbles you didn’t think was possible from your nigh unfeeling lord. It’s an addictive feeling you’ll try to replicate over and over.
Jaghatai Khan - V
It’s a cute date where he takes you out into the cold wilderness and shows you how well he can provide for you.
Hot roasted meat skewers, look at these thick furs he brought for you, still cold? Don’t worry, that’s what his arms are here for, to hold you close and make you feel secure.
Just lean into his arms and let the warmth seep through as he looks down at his little hawk adoringly. He’ll press little kisses all over, your cheeks, nose, the top of your head, everywhere.
He carries you back because he doesn’t want to put you down.
Leman Russ - VI
This man is the most tactile creature known to the Imperium.
He’s already had his hands all over you, arms slung around you and had you over his shoulder plenty of times before he just decides to scoop you up for a lazy cuddle session.
By this point you’re already boneless and buried in a pile of wolf, both fluffy and human alike. Too bad if you’re too warm because you’re not leaving any time soon, not with his head laid on your thighs and arms spread across you to snuggle in the dogpile.
Rogal Dorn - VII
Emperor help him but he doesn't understand.
He understands theoretically and physically what happens but you’re going to need to walk and talk him through every step as he dutifully obeys.
‘Lift your arm - no, that one, that’s right. And now put it down. Gently…. Perfect.’
Once you’re settled in with him though he’s a nice steady presence, sort of like a weighted blanket but better because he makes you feel beyond safe in his arms.
Konrad Curze - VIII
Work is cut out here, and you might want to try bathing him beforehand unless you want to pull away covered with … bits.
Manage that first and he will actually cradle you somewhat tenderly, like you are fragile porcelain that will crack, which may very well be true from his perspective. His body cages around you and protects you from the world, even if you are entirely alone together.
Just let him hold you, maybe even press shaky kisses into you, and he only mutters about the demise of humanity maybe once or twice (that's an improvement on normal)
Sanguinius - IX
What a dream… if you didn’t have hair or feathers in your face every other minute.
Trying to manoeuvre in a way that his wings aren’t pressed uncomfortably beneath him, you’re not pulling and lying on feathers, and his long hair generally tangling as you both tango into position makes for quite the challenge.
You both laugh at it though, giggling and clutching each other at the absurdity of trying to make it work and eventually succeed into settling together. It’s soft, it’s sweet, it's perfect.
Post heresy bonus:
He plagues you in dreams of futures that could have been - fragments of his soul echoing through the warp and into your head the same way the black rage does.
You curl up against his cold sarcophagus and nobody stops you.
Ferrus Manus - X
This man could not take a hint that you wanted to cuddle him if you tried, so you’re going to have to take heavy handed initiative here.
You should forever treasure the look on his face as you triumphantly approach with about five oven mitts from the kitchens cobbled together into unholy abominations of fabric and begin stuffing them onto his hands with no explanation.
By the time he’s stopped rebooting enough to ask questions you’re already climbing up into his arms so he can hold you in relative comfort while he can walk around.
He will make a papoose like design for your second cuddling session so he can hold you close while he works unimpeded.
Angron - XII
He’s screaming, crying, throwing up (™) - WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE GOING TO HOLD HIM CLOSE FOR A PROLONGUED PERIOD - ARE YOU MAD???
The answer to that one is probably, yes.
He holds still like a statue but trembles still as you curl into his lap, leeching his warmth. Maybe after a few sessions to calm down you might actually get somewhere.
Roboute Guilliman - XIII
Surprisingly good at this. Actually knows how to enjoy his limited free time and just scoops you into him and lounges back.
He’ll hand feed you fruits while you snuggle into him and enjoy each other's presence. Finds it very cute when you try to feed him back, kneeling up on his lap to reach and feed him what looks comically tiny in comparison.
He’ll definitely find more time to put aside for this, ending up very refreshed from just a little time with you.
Mortarion - XIV
This man is nervous beyond measure, please reassure him over and over and over.
And smooch him.
Lots.
Very uncomfortable with physical touch and probably doesn’t get better on your first try either. But, it’s a very, very important step to getting close with him - sort of like getting close to a feral cat.
Give him affection but don’t overwhelm him and soon enough he’ll be coming to you at all hours of the day to steal you away for some quality tactile time in your arms.
Post heresy bonus:
MTV: Welcome to my swamp - where I have made a nest just for you.
He will help you carefully climb in then clamber in on top of you, wings spread wide and covering the both of you like a canopy. Surprisingly nice if you don’t mind the smell because Mothtarion is soft and fluffy.
Magnus the Red - XV
The first time you cuddle is actually psychically - in your sleep.
He’s just so excited to get close to you, and there’s not enough time in a baseline’s day - so why not enjoy time together in dreams too?
Except you’re not as lucid as he is to start with, sleepily demanding cuddles from him that he very amusedly gives as you clamber onto him and press up into his chest. When you come around a little your face is as red as he is, apologising until he squeezes you closer and laughs as he kisses your forehead.
Horus Lupercal - XVI
One day when meeting him in his office before going out for a date he simply reaches out, swiping around your waist and pulling you confidently into his lap. He’ll wrap an arm lazily around your waist and press a kiss into your temple before telling you to sit tight while he finishes the last of his work.
It’s so smooth it’s criminal, and leaves you blushing and him smirking - what exactly did you expect?
From then onwards he loves having you sat on him, especially when someone comes to visit him so he can put a possessive hand on you and flex his prize.
Lorgar Aurelian - XVII
He looks at you like a puppy for days until you figure out what he wants because he won’t ask for it. Just longing, staring and yearning until you give him permission.
Then his hands are all over you, mapping you out.
Straight from 0 to 100 immediately for this man.
You’ll have to temper him back he’ll whimper and then comfort him gently for a long, long while before he’s willing to move from your side.
Vulkan - XVIII
He’s vibrating in excitement, he’s been waiting for this for a while but wanted you to be comfortable and ready knowing how physically intimidating he can be. But once you’re ready he’ll be spinning you around in his arms before spiriting you away to a pre-cooled room so you can stand being close against him for longer (yes, he was that prepared).
Such a cuddly man, petting and nuzzling and the whole works. He’ll make sure you’re beyond comfortable. Constantly checks in with you, massages you, holds you just right.
It’s just right for you both and ends up as very addictive stress relief.
Corvus Corax - XIX
When you ask him to cuddle he immediately melts away into the shadows, which honestly makes you upset… until he materialises some time later and nervously brings you to a nest he made just for this.
Accept and he’ll be strangely happy, settling in with you in your own private little place.
This ends up becoming somewhere you can go to when you’re feeling down and or just need him and he’ll come as soon as he can, with you often finding treats or treasures left for you there to tide you over until he can arrive.
Alpharius/Omegon - XX
Idiot sandwich cuddle session.
They’re goofy and you’re stuck between them.
Throne help you because they have plenty of stupid questions to ask you to entertain themselves over the hours they keep themselves barnacled to you.
“Would you still love us if we were tyranid wyrms?” type questions.
Don’t answer properly and they’ll poke you and whine, unless you bribe them with snuggling in deeper.
Good luck soldier.
Bonus: The Emperor
You’re the nervous one here - mostly because you’re already struggling to comprehend why he’s chosen you of every human alive and everything feels very unreal.
So when he quite literally sweeps you off your feet and carries you bridal style it's accompanied by a shocked yelp. Which he laughs at.
The custodes are struggling not to go insane - oh well.
He’ll perch you in his lap while he sits back on the throne, and you’ll tremble like a chihuahua in a handbag while he pets you. At least he makes sure the two of you aren’t disturbed while you acclimate.
It ends up being a sort of introductory trial for spending a lot more time cuddled up to him.
At his desk, in meetings, in the lab - who is going to tell Him no?
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Saw your writing request are open and had to hop in!! Chaos Primarchs still having a sweet, respectful, and loving, relationship with their consort! Basically them being a power couple even post heresy. Pick whichever Primarch strikes your fancy!
Hoooo this is interesting ! I hope you'll like this, enjoy and thank you for the request !
Masterlist
Horus lupercal/Abaddon the Despoiler :
You stood with Horus since the beginning, it's only fitting you did until the end of the Siege when the Emperor struck him down.
You lead his sons during the Heresy, ensuring the loyalties of entire system to the Warmaster as well as handling logistics with his allies, freeing up more time for him to lead his legion.
You were there during the entirety of the Siege with Abaddon, shouting orders and countering the moves of the loyalists trying to capture the Vengeful Spirit.
These days ? You lead the Black Legion alongside Abaddon, you handle supply lines and logistics along with recruiting new soldiers for the cause, you don't complain much, you see much of Horus inside Abaddon.
You long for the day to see Terra burn again.
Fulgrim :
What would he do without his little consort ? His beloved HAD to see just how great and magnificent Slaanesh is !
You did the day of the Maravaglia, the two of you danced under showers of blood as musicians, astartes and baselines mutilated themselves in a blissful, agonizing ritual to their new patron.
You ascended with him, how couldn't you ? you became a siren, your voice luring even the strongest willed warriors to you like toddlers to a toy. Your songs moved the hearts of deamons and mortals alike, creating dreadful symphonies even the mightiest Princes of chaos to the lowest hive ganger shed tears of blood to.
His sons adored you even more now ! Your melodies made loyalists scream in agony while they listened in bliss, how much better could life get ?
Nowadays you enjoy a life of luxury alongside Fulgrim in the realm of Slaanesh, you deserve it ! He gifts you all manners of trinket now, paintings, wines made of blood from loyalists, music covering the screams of entire world as they died at the hands of his sons.
Life is just great isn't it ?
Perturabo :
The Heresy gave him the excuse of augmenting your body, who knows what could happen to a baseline in these difficult times ?
You became a warmachine, a highly adaptable engine of destruction yet so human to him, you truly were his Magnum Opus. He saw you destroy entire garrisons of guardsmen in mere minutes.
You both lead assault upon assault on loyalist fortresses, breaking down the walls of Terra one by one until Horus unjustly banished the Iron Warriors from the Siege.
No matter, the Heresy was over anyway, the Scouring was a great time for the both of you and your sons, the Iron Warriors created the Iron Cage. A trap to get rid of Rogal Dorn and his pesky sons once and for all.
You weren't blind to his ailments but he assured you he had a plan, it came when he ascended to Deamonhood by becoming an engine of war, just like you.
You lead his legion nowadays, the Iron Warriors hates Chaos with a fury and prefers technology, the only exception being the warpsmiths and the Primarch himself.
Your gift to him is recording entire wars for his viewing pleasure, bonus point if it's a fortress or anything regarding killing the Imperial Fists. Such a doting little consort aren't you ?
Mortarion :
You were forced to ascend like him after Typhon (Or Typhus as he's now called) trapped you in the domain of Nurgle, forcing his primarch to damn himself to "save" his legion.
Treacherous tongues also claim he did it only for you but they don't tend to say that often as they are cut down by his mighty scythe.
You became a Plague Maiden, a unique deamon working alongside him to spread the gifts of the Grandfather to the ungrateful Galaxy. it's as close to a happy life as you can both get.
It gets good once the two of you team up against the Imperium though, the Plague Wars ? You raised entire armies from graveyards using foul plagues, enemy battalions died in mere weeks as their resolves rotted and died under your care.
Guilliman almost died to the Godblight, a concoction you lovingly made with your dear husband to bring down the mighty son of the Emperor. You chuckled as you saw the recogniting in the 13th primarch's eyes.
He knew who you were, even after your ascension to Deamonhood, it was delicious to see him weakly reach for you, did he hope for your help ? But of course ! All he had to do was accept Nurgle's generous offer...
You don't speak much about the Emperor burning the Garden of Nurgle but you offered to take the blame, much to your husband's surprise and horror, he didn't deserve such treatment.
What would he do without you ? Don't do that again you hear ?
Lorgar Aurelian :
Of course his little saint saw the truth of the universe ! How couldn't she ? He made you ascend shortly after him, making you a hybrid of deamon and human thus allowing you easier access to the Materium.
You spread the Truth to the uneducated masses of the Imperium, sermons infused with faith and chaotic energies making quick work of their misguided faith as the Word Bearers assigned to you busy themselves creating cults and defiling cathedrals belonging to the Corpse-Emperor.
Both of you lead the legion in different ways, you spread your acolytes on every planet possible, twisting the Imperial Cult in small ways before growing bolder and finally erasing it completely.
The ecclesiarchy isn't too difficult to fool, just like the Sisters of Battle. They make useful fodders.
Lorgar himself trains new dark chaplains and send them to you in order to create new Deamonhosts or preparing crusades. Anything to ruin the day of the Imperium is good enough.
On days where none of you have anything in particular to do ? You write scriptures and ponder Chaos together, the perfect life both of you wanted.
Magnus the Red :
He couldn't ask for a better consort, even after joining Chaos. He gave you the singular task of bringing back knowledge to him, any book you find is now his, any undiscovered ritual ? He wants to study them !
While he's a bit more absent than his brothers that doesn't mean he's completely gone ! On the contrary he loves it when you both study together and create problems for the Imperium.
Just regular couple activities ! What's not to love ?
You didn't exactly ascend to Deamonhood like him, more like your body absorbed Warp matter making you an exceptionally strong psyker. You lead your own warband of rubric marines thanks to your new powers.
He prefers it this way, Arhiman destroyed what remained of the legion and he likes it when you stay away from his last few sons. Being jealous is a perk of his you know ?
Angron :
You're probably the only surviving gladiator from Nuceria, you stood alongside him during the final hours of his revolt until the Emperor acted like a coward and teleported Angron away.
You were only brought along to calm him down, nothing else but your company was worth everything to him. It's only natural you ascended too after Lorgar treacherously forced his ascension to Deamon Primarch of Khorne.
The God of War rewarded you by turning you into a Valkyrie, an angel of war if you will. You rarely leave Angron's side, he still recognizes you somehow, maybe a blessing of Khorne or the final shred of what remains of your husband ? you don't want to know.
You both fight on the harshest battlefield the Imperium can offer, reaping mountains of skull for your new patron god. The only one still truly standing at Angron's side despite everything.
The World Eaters fears and love you in equal measure, unsure if you are still on their side or just their father's but you hardly care, you failed your husband before, the least you can do now is suffer with him in the deepest pit of this Hell.
Konrad Curze :
The only reason he didn't die at the hand of the assassin is thanks to you, his little darling queen who decided to change Fate by shooting down said assassin, refusing to let your husband die.
Your wishes are his wishes now, he doesn't care much for anything so consider yourself the Matriach of the 8th Legion now ! Under your leadership the night lord turned away from Chaos and became almost a legend to both side, unsure if the Night Lord fractured or died off.
Nope, far from it, you carved a little corner of the galaxy to use as a domain for your sons and become a nightmare for the Imperium much to Konrad's delight ! He was willing to become an even bigger monster just for you.
And he did ! Using ancient technology and forbidden means you crafted legions of abomination to unleash on the Universe, why should you care for a galaxy that scorned the both of you ?
Nowadays the Night Lords act as both pirates and executionners, happily following your orders, who would dare disobey the Dark queen of Nostramo after all ?
Alpharius Omegon :
A tough one ! The legion split in half and you worked for both sides as well, unable to truly pick one.
To be honest Chaos repulsed you immensely, seeing it as nothing more than a galactic cancer but on the other hand, the Imperium needed to change.
You followed Alpharius first, much to Omegon's chagrin until the Battle of Pluto where Alpharius was torn apart by Rogal Dorn, Omegon gave you new orders and you disappeared from the Legion's eyes.
Now dead set on preserving humanity you did everything you could to undermine Horus, sabotaging supply lines, turning alliances into genocidal blood feud and feeding them false (but believable) informations.
You never saw the Siege of Terra, you were needed elsewhere and to this day you haven't seen the Throneworld in ages, Omegon keep you far away from it.
Speaking of him you now share his authority over the Legion, leading the Alpha legion into the next phase of the Long War and hopefully a better future for the galaxy.
How do the primarchs confess their feelings to the reader? (and maybe first kiss too)
aaahhh this idea is so cute i couldnt resist!
Hope you like it!
tw: mild jealous behaviour for some, possible dubious (but implied) consent for Konrad Curze (probably not, but better safe than sorry)
A/N: i went a little possessive with some of these, because we all want them to be a lil jealous. All gender neutral (hopefully, please let me know if i missed one!)
As always not proof read, it's too hot to think.
First kiss and Confessions of the primarchs
Lion El'Jonson
Lion El'jonson was not to be trifled with, either as a primarch or as a man. And when someone put their hands over what was his? There was going to be consequences.
The lion watched the governor press your knuckles to his lips and seethed, jaw clenched and blood boiling. You were his. who did this man think he was to put his filthy hands all over you.
It didn't matter that he hadn't told you all of this. You should know. Obviously.
Storming over towards, Lion gripped your shoulder and all but snarled at your would be suitor, relishing the mans abrupt and panicked departure. Watching the helm doors click shut, he turned to you with a scowl, finding you already frowning up at him.
"My Lord, how am I supposed to do my job if you keep scaring everyone off"
"He was too familiar. I didn't like how he touched you"
You rolled your eyes, gently shrugging his hand off your shoulder.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, my lord. But part of my job is dealing with people like him"
"I don't like it. He should keep his hand off what isn't his"
You scoffed, lions eyes narrowing as you raised an eye brow at him.
"what isn't his? You make it sound like I belong to you"
"You do"
You froze. Watching with bated breath, the primarch knelt before you and took your jaw in his hand, squeezing your cheeks between calloused fingers. His lips hovered inches from yours and you felt his warm breath against your skin.
"You are mine" He muttered, closing the distance. "All mine."
Fulgrim
"You look radiant"
Fulgrim took a seat in a chair and beamed at you as you spun, wearing the new shirt he had gifted you, His legions colours in soft silk and gilded thread sat snuggly across your chest, showing a little more skin than you would normally be comfortable with.
"It fits you splendidly" he mused, leaning toward you and tugging the seams, nodding to himself. "And the colour does look very good on you"
You shuffled nervously, feeling his violet eyes raking up and down your frame. "But something is still missing. Ah!"
He reached into a pocket, pulling out a delicate golden chain, the primarchs winged sigil dangling from it. He moved closer, his breath ghosting the top of your head as he reached behind you to fasten the chain.
"I am very grateful, but don't you think its a bit much?"
Fulgrim paused, his fingers stilling just above the nape of your neck.
"what do you mean?"
"Oh, please don't think I'm being rude, I love it! its just... its a lot, just to give all of this to me. people might get the wrong idea"
"and what idea is that"
Heat rose in your face as Fulgrim's lips brushed you ear in a whisper
"w-well walking around in your colours, with your crest people might think that we're...that I'm"
"That you're mine?"
Fulgrim laughed as you blushed, placing his hands on your cheeks he tilted your face up towards him.
"I wouldnt mind if people thought that" He hummed, passing his thumb over your lip. "Would you?"
You shook your head.
"No" you breathed, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the kiss. "No I wouldn't"
Perturabo
"What are you doing"
You jumped, hearing Perturabo's voice echo through his work shop, reverberating around the metal walls before the room fell silent again.
"Forgive me, I was sorting this for you."
You gestured towards the work bench, rolls of blue prints and schematics neatly stacked in three different piles. Under his taciturn watch, you explained.
"One pile for in progress, one for under construction and one for completed"
Perturabo continued to stare at the neatened work top, eyes silently casting over the bench and then to you
"Why did you do this"
"I wanted to help"
Perturabo's brow creased in a frown. A muscle in his jaw twitched and suddenly he was striding towards you. Your face remained calm, but your body tensed, wanting to run when he scruffed you and sat you on the worktop.
"Where do you find the gall to meddle with my work" he growled, placing his hands either side of your hips and leaning in close. The smell of hot iron lingered on his skin, filling your nose.
"No matter how many times I, have you removed, you keep crawling back into my workshop, I've had men killed for less"
You looked the primarch straight in his eye, holding his heavy gaze and smiled.
"I know, my lord"
"Then what makes you think you're so special?"
You shook your head. "I don't think that my lord, i just-"
He cut you off midsentence, his voice dropping low "Because id love to know what is so special about you, that I keep allowing it"
"Do you...want me here?" you whispered.
Every thought left your head as Perturabo captured you lips, the kiss was heated and as forceful as the primarch himself, leaving you breathless and winded when he finally pulled back.
"You may return tomorrow" he coughed, turning from you and loosing himself in his work, regaining his composure despite the faint pink blushing his cheeks.
"Of course, my lord" You bowed, hiding the smile breaking out across your face and practically skipping from the workshop.
Jaghatai Khan
Oil dripped from your hand is thick iridescent globs, pooling at your feet. You dragged the back of your hand across your forehead and closed the small hatch on the side of the bike.
"I could have done this myself"
You turned, watching Jaghatai approach you and wave off other serfs. He stopped beside you and leant down, running his finger along the fresh weld.
"It is an impressive repair. Almost unnoticeable"
"Thank you, Lord Khan"
He smirked at you "But I still could have done this myself"
"I know, my lord. But if I let you do everything you wanted to, id be out of a job."
Jaghatai laughed, throwing his leg over the jet bike and testing the balance. He nodded approvingly and looked back at you.
"You always do fine work for me, you are a fine mechanic" He looked at you and then quickly returned his gaze to the bike. "And I enjoy your company"
Your heart jumped in your chest. "I enjoy your company too, My lord Jaghatai"
"Do you now"
His eyes remained firmly locked on the chassis of his bike as he replied, picking at something on the metal casing. You frowned and stepped forward, concerned you had made an error in the repairs.
As you reached out to run your finger along the metal, the khans hand shot out, gripping your wrist and pulling you up on the boke, straddling his lap.
One hand still clasping your wrist, the other caressed your cheek, tilting your face up to look at him. His lips brushed yours and you sighed into the kiss, your hands gripping his thighs for balance.
"Shall we go for a ride?" he whispered against your mouth.
You nodded, leaning in to deepen the kiss again "Absolutely."
Leman Russ
You watched, leaning on the wall in a a darkened alcove as tribesmen and warriors bustled past you, preparing weapons and armour for their departure. Leman stood towering over them, deep in conversation with the strange man clad in golden armour. After a moment, the stranger from the stars nodded and left, taking his shimmering, spear wielding guards with him.
Lemans blue eyes followed him, before casting about the room and alighting on you. You tilted your head in greeting and watched through a frown as he parted his army to approach you.
"I guess you're leaving then" you nodded towards the commotion and pushing yourself off the wall. "You're leaving Fenris?"
Leman nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Aye, I am"
"I see. When will you be back?"
"I don't know"
You nodded, silently seething before replying.
"So you're leaving the rest of us behind?"
You made to push past the wolf king, jumping when you felt his calloused palm lock around your upper arm.
"I'm not leaving you" He growled, blue eyes gleaming at you in the dark.
"You are" You hissed "You're leaving us behind on the word of someone you don't even know"
"No, I'm not leaving you" He dropped to a knee, spinning you and forcing you to face him. "I am not leaving you here. Come with me"
"What"
"I want you to come along with me."
Leman pulled you forward, his lips crashing into yours and his hands clasping around your body. Distantly, you could here the whooping of tribesman, but all you could think about was how soft his touch was despite his battle hardened exterior.
Breaking the kiss, Leman pressed his forehead to yours an inhaled deeply before puffing out a hot breath that hung in the air.
"Please?" he muttered "Say you'll come"
Rogal dorn
Rogal Dorn was a stoic man. His brothers knew it, his sons knew it. He was as unyielding as the very walls of terra. So then why did every sly grin from you, every quite chuckle and stolen glance send every thought spinning out of his head and leave his firm hands shaking.
And when he watched another serf put his hand on your shoulder, he felt like the walls of his own unconquerable fortresses had been torn down to rubble.
No this wouldnt do at all.
That night, you slipped past his guard with a soft smile bearing fresh paper for his schematics and chiming data slates with pics and messages chiming on the fuzzy screen.
"The items you requested, Lord Dorn" you bowed. Placing the pile on his desk you blinked up at him, flushing as you found his gaze locked on to you. "Excuse me, my lord"
"No. You are not excused"
Dorn's voice rang clear in the quiet of of his workspace. not rising from his seat, he gestured you towards him, his eyes trailing you up and down.
"My lord? Have I displeased you?" Your voice shook slightly, but your back remained straight and unbowed, staring straight back at the primarch.
"I am displeased"
He raised his hand, hesitating for a split second before settling on taking your hand in his own. You stood frozen, completely thrown out at his hesitation and softness.
"I am displeased, because every time I see you I cannot think straight. Every time someone else touches you, I feel rage I cannot understand" He paused for a breath, squeezing your fingers before continuing "I am the Praetorian of terra, and yet I find myself distracted by thoughts of you. I find every defence I have ever raised brought low by your voice"
Breathless, you felt his hand slowly climb your arm, skating along your shoulder before gripping your chin.
"I don't not know how to do this." He muttered, leaning down towards you "But I know that I want you. Tell me what to say to make you mine"
"I am yours" you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as the kiss sent warmth through your body.
Konrad Kurze
confidence is key you told yourself, walking through the halls of the Nightfall and ignoring the haunting wails that echoed through the bowels of the ship. Night lord astartes watched you pass, the seal on their helms hissing as they turned to glare at your frail form. They cocked their heads, listening to something before slinking away snarling at each other.
confidence is key you told yourself as you turned and found yourself facing a hall with no lighting, darkness completely enveloping the corridor. Taking a deep inhale and steeling yourself, Back straight and eyes forward, you stepped forward and allowed the dark to consume you.
"Confidence is key" came the whisper in the gloom, cold hands gripping your shoulders, spooking you. "And you seem very confident"
You gasped feeling the night haunters breath ghosting your neck and his thin fingers brushing along your arms before vanishing.
"You scared me, My lord Kurze"
He remained silent. You knew he was there, you could feel him somewhere in the dark watching you. You waited, for what felt like a life time, until you doubted your instincts. Then he finally spoke.
"You have not visited me for a while, little serf. Have you grown bored of your Primarch?"
His voice was teasing, but you could sense a bite behind them.
"Not at all, My lord. Unfortunately I have had other duties that have kept me from your company"
"Hmm. I shall have those duties assigned to someone else"
His hand was suddenly on the back of your head, tilting your face upwards. His breath was warm on your cheeks and you grinned manically as his grip tightened.
confidence is key
"My brave little serf" He cooed from the dark "How I have missed your company."
"And I yours, my lord"
Konrad paused, flexing his fingers on your skin, considering your words.
"Did you?" He muttered. "Did you....Miss me"
You tangled your hands through his long dark hair, relying on touch alone to draw his head towards you. You pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss, smirking when he pushed into the embrace.
"Mine" He rumbled into the kiss, grapsing at your body. "You are mine"
Sanguinius
"You look...amazing"
You blushed at the angels words. Smoothing the long robe and pulling the hood up around your head to shield you form the heat of baal, you turned and looked in the mirror.
"Thank you, Sanguinius. I hope my new husband thinks so too"
The reflection of his face changed slightly; a scowl creasing his handsome face before he smothered it with an easy smile. He knelt down behind you and tweaked the robe, straightening a crease from its length
"If he doesn't he's an idiot. I will tell him so myself."
You laughed and turned, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into him.
Sanguinius knelt unmoving, before reluctantly returning you hug. His breaths came sharper and you felt his hands twitch on your shoulder and waist. You stayed in his embrace, smelling the wind in his hair and feeling the warmth of his body on your own until the bell tolled, signalling the wedding procession.
You made to pull back, finding yourself pinned against him.
"Sanguinius i-"
"Don't do this" he whispered, clutching you to him. "Don't go with him"
"I don't understand"
"Be mine" He pulled you away finally and holding you at arms length.
"I love you." His eyes blazed as he looked at you. "I need you."
His lips crashed into yours before you could speak, his usual softness gone, replaced by fevered desperation to convey what he feared his words could not. You sank into the kiss, loosing yourself and you felt him soften with you.
"I'm yours"
Ferrus manus
You huffed at the screw, scowling when it refused to tighten any further. The palm of your hand was red with the effort of gripping the screwdriver and your fingers ached with the exertion, but still you fiddled and tweaked.
"What are you doing?"
The screw driver clattered to the ground and you squeaked, turning to find Ferrus scowling at the disregard to his tools. With a low groan, you slid from your chair and reached down to pick it back up.
"I was just fiddling" you replied sheepishly.
Ferrus covered the distance to you in an easy step and grabbed you wrist, twisting you hand upwards and staring at the raw skin. His steely eyes flicked between your palm and the workbench before releasing you.
You shrugged off the contact and made your way back towards the table, lifting your creation up to show him. A small pendant, simple and silver, hanging from a ceramite chain. The gorgon took it in his hand and turned it over before going to hand it back to you. You shook your head and reached towards it, taping a small button on the side. A hologram popped up, showing the planet of Medusa and its surrounding stars.
"You made this?" he rumbled, tracking the spinning solar system in his hand.
"Yes. For you"
"I see"
His face remained passive and you panicked.
"Oh i know its not very good. I dont have your talent, my lord. I just thought-"
The breath was pushed from your lungs as ferrus picked you up and sat you on the workbench, towering over you and pressing his lips to yours as his silvered hands caged you in. You squeaked and then relaxed, the familiar smell of molten metal lingered on his skin and the taste of salt on his tongue.
He finally broke the kiss and pulled back, leaving you dazed.
"Don't push yourself for me again" he growled, looking back down at the pendant still in his grasp and you watched him slip the chain over his head and stash it beneath his apron. Finally looking back at you, he softened.
"We'll do it together next time"
Angron
Angron's hand smashed into the wall, denting the steel and causing it to groan under the impact. He roared and raised his fist, hammering into the metal again. Behind him he could hear the fleeing footsteps of serfs as they bolted from the room in panic, no doubt whispering warnings and curses about him.
"Angron is losing it"
"Angron is a monster"
"Angron is an animal"
"He is needs to be put down. He needs-"
"Fresh towels, and clean water. you, bring bandages, NOW!"
Your voice cut through the bite of the nails, pulling him out of the red mist he found himself ensnared in. You stood to the side, pointing and shouting orders, grabbing serfs as they ran past.
His little serf, so loyal. Always right there to bandage up his wounds and soothe the angry shrieks of the neural implants eating away at his humanity.
His chest tightened and he stilled, feeling the fury ebb out of his body, leaving him tired, but calm. You glanced over, noticing the silence and rushed to his side, ushering the remaining servants out.
"My lord its ok, im here. what do you need"
"You-" he croaked, his voice cracking. "You are still here"
you cocked your head, curious. "Of course i am"
"Why"
You considered your words carefully before responding.
"Because...you need me."
Angron reached for you, brushing his finger along the line of your jaw and down your throat, nodding to himself.
"I need you..."
You lurched forward suddenly when he snagged the front of your shirt and pulled you towards him. His eyes were wild as he hooked his hands under your arms and pressed your back to the wall, your head inches from the dent in the hull. You reached a trembling hand to his face and held his cheek.
"Yes" You whispered "You need someone to look after you. You're not a monster, Angron"
His mouth was on you in a second, inexperienced and still flushed with adrenaline, the kiss was messy and heated. But deeper he pushed, the quieter the nails were.
and you were so soft in his hands.
"Yes, yes i need you"
Roboute Guilliman
Cato Sicarius was certain of many things. One: that he was the best damn fighter in the Ultramarines. Two: That the glory of the imperium and Ultramar came before all else. And three: That he had NO idea what was going on in his Primarch's head.
He stood stock straight at his genefathers side, helmet tucked to his side and bolter and blade holstered watching with mild concern as Guilliman paced back and forth. Cato marvelled at the strength of the marble floor, surprised there wasn't a deep furrow from the lords constant footfall.
"Tell me Cato, what would you do in my position."
The marine snapped to attention, frowning slightly at the question.
"My lord?"
Guilliman leant on his desk and sighed, rubbing his temples.
"If you had to choose between providing information that could drastically improve a situation, or render it completely void with no chance of reconciliation, what would you do"
Cato considered the question, looking for any hidden meaning behind it. Finding none, he shrugged and answered.
"My lord If I may speak frankly, a chance of improving any situation should be grasped with both hands. Those who choose otherwise are not worthy of your time nor effort"
The primarch seemed genuinely surprised at the marines answer, mulling over his response. They stood in silence for a moment longer before a sharp knock at the door interrupted. Sicarius watched as decades of stress and age left his lord face, Roboute perking up at the noise.
"Cato you may leave, send them in on your way out"
Cato flashed the aquilla across his chest and made for the door, propping it open as the little baseline hurried past him with a radiant smile.
"Thank you, Lord Sicarius" you beamed, stepping under his arm.
Cato chuffed, making his exit and trying to smother his ego as you congratulated him on his many battle merits.
"He'll need a new helmet if his head gets any bigger" chuckled Guiliman, pulling you up a chair.
You laughed and took a seat "Oh leave him be" you stifled your laugh and looked at Roboute "Its nice to see you laughing. it does me good to see you looking happier"
The thirteenth froze, halfway through pouring you a glass of wine, shaking himself from the sudden weight he felt at your words, he handed you the glass.
"I suppose I am happier.."
He held your gaze, hoping you would catch his meaning and put him out of his misery. Instead you sipped your glass before placing it down beside you.
"Good, I want you to be happy"
a chance of improving any situation should be grasped with both hands
Steeling himself he knelt in front of you, grabbing your hand and holding it between both of his massive ones. He looked you in the eye, ignoring the startled look jumping across your face and braced.
"I'm happier because I have you" he blurted, heat building in his cheeks, matching the own pink staining your face. "I love you and I want this to be more than it is and I want to do this properly-"
He was cut off as you kissed him, the taste of sweet wine on your tongue sent his body into overdrive, your fingers locking into his blonde crop to pull him towards you.
"Just kiss me already, Roboute"
Mortarion.
"Its ok, i know it hurts but we're nearly done"
Mortarion paused outside the door, listening to your voice float through the cracks. Peering through the gap, he watched you wrap a bandage around the young girls hand and then kiss her knuckles.
"See? All better. You're so brave!"
The child laughed and slid from the medic table. Mortarion watched the girls mother grab your hands and thank you, tears in her eyes when you pressed a medical bundle into her hand with a smile.
Pulling back, the primarch gripped his chest, feeling an odd tension behind his ribs when he watched you pick up another child and swing them around before setting them on the table and pulling more wraps free. Suddenly, as though sensing his presence, you turned towards the door, catching a glimpse of him as he ducked away.
"I'll be back in just a moment, you stay here" You tapped the child on the nose and walked towards mortarion, slipping through the door and closing it quietly behind you.
"My lord, did you need me for something? If you are injured I can come and attend you in your quarters like I always do" you stepped towards him, blinking up at him looking for fresh wounds.
"No I am not injured"
Your eyes moved to his hand, still laid on his chest.
"IS it your chest? Take a seat, Let me listen" Before he could protest, you ushered him onto a bed, ignoring the bunks groan under the primarchs sheer size.
"Really i am-" Mortarions heart began thundering behind his ribcage as you pressed your ear to his chest, your small fingers locked around his wrist monitoring his pulse.
"Your heartrate is up" you murmured "Is something bothering you?"
"You are" he cracked, the words coming out shorter than he intended.
"Forgive me, Lord. I didnt realise i was bothering you"
"No i just mean" he stumbled over his words before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a kiss. His breath was hot on your skin and he trembled slightly when your lips moved against his. Breaking free for air, you gasped at the pale king, sitting dumbstruck on the medbed.
"is...that... what was bothering you?"
He nodded, reaching for you again and recoiling at his own actions.
"I have...wanted to do that for some time" He placed his hand back over his hearts. "It feels...good"
You reached up and cupped his cheeks with both your hands, gently pulling him back towards you.
"Then I should do it again" you whispered, going in for another kiss "Doctors orders"
Magnus
You reread the note in your hand, watching the ink swirl around the yellowed page.
Meet me in the library. Midnight. Come alone.
A hand alighted on your shoulder and you shrieked, smothering your mouth with your palm as you spun away from the contact.
Magnus chuckled, reaching for you again.
"Did I make you jump" he mused, his eye twinkling in the filtered moonlight seeping through the arching doors of the balcony.
"You know you did" you huffed, clutching your chest like your heart was threatening to jump out. "did you drag me out of bed just to scare me?"
"Of course not, I have a matter of great importance I need to discuss with you"
Taking your hand, he led you out to the balustrade.
"Magnus its too cold out here to-"
Your voice was lost as you looked up at the night sky. Blue, purples and greens danced across the stars in a swathe of ethereal light, painting the streets of Tzica in a curtain of ethereal colour.
"Oh Magnus its beautiful"
Magnus put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you close to him, watching your eyes light up with every flash of new light.
"Be mine"
"what?" you looked up at him, at the easy smile playing across his face and the wind dancing through his scarlet hair.
"This is all for you. I will do this for you every night. I will paint the sky in whatever colours you desire. I will bend worlds for you, give you things you cant even imagine"
"You don't need to do all of that Magnus"
The primarchs smile faded slightly, confusion apart on his face.
"I would do anything for you" he pressed. "I can give you whatever you desire-"
you laid your hand over his and squeezed.
"I just want you"
Magnus picked you up and pulled you close, the heat of his kiss pushing the night chill from your body as he held you beneath the painted sky of Tzica.
Horus Lupercal
Horus was the epitome of confidence, strolling up to you and casually taking your hand like he had known you for years.
well, he had. But things had changed. In the 4 years since you had last seen him, Horus had risen to warmaster. Gaining fame and glory in the name of the imperium, he had grown larger than life.
And yet.
When he had returned for you; taking your hand so softly between his, kissing your knuckles and smiling that same self assured grin he always had, maybe not much has changed at all. He was still your best friend, the same mane you knew.
But for Horus, everything had changed.
4 years apart had done nothing to quell the need for you that coiled in his gut. And Horus was a conqueror, when he wanted something, he took it.
"Horus, what is this?"
You had entered his chambers to find the lighting dark, illuminated instead by the low flickering light of candles upon a laden table. Meats and fruits sprawled across the surface and a pitcher of wine sat in the middle. At one end sat Horus, grinning at you over the rim of a goblet.
"I'm winning you over, isn't it obvious" He laughed, rising to his feet to pull out your chair. It was so infectious you found yourself chuckling back.
"You've already won me over" you allowed him to help you into your seat.
"Not in the way i want" his voice was low, whispered into your ear as he bent and tucked your chair in. Shivers crawled up your spine and a pleasant warmth bloomed in your body at his words.
"Oh? and what do you want" you cooed back, falling into his flirtation far to easily.
"You" he shot back, relishing how easily you became flustered.
"Do you plan on conquering me, war master"
It was Horus turn to pause, his smile spreading as he pulled the chair back out and spun it, pushing the chair onto its back legs as he balanced his hand on the back rest and lent close.
"Perhaps I do" he purred "Unless you are ready to discuss the terms of your surrender"
"And what would those be?"
The taste of fine wine and gunpowder coated your tongue as Horus silenced you with a kiss. It was, as all things the war master does, far too perfect and far to easy to fall into, his tongue running along your lip before he pulled back.
"I like these terms, war master"
Lorgar
"This is far too much, Lorgar"
Lorgar slumped, holding the book of poems and litanies in his hand. Written inside were works dedicated to you, his love for you, what he would do for you.
"What is wrong with them" he cracked, gesturing for you to take them again "This is for you, its all for you"
You shuffled backwards, shaking your head.
"Lorgar its too much, i dont want this"
The primarch fell to his knees before you, reaching for you, only to stop himself before he could brush against your skin. He stared at you like a holy icon, something so tantalisingly within reach, but to profound to grasp.
"Nothing is too much for you" he whispered "Nothing will ever be too much for you"
you stepped towards hi, reaching out and tracing along the intricate tattoos across his face. He shuddered under your touch, fer and euphoria alighting on his face.
Tell me what you want, I will give you anything, everything"
"I just want you, Lorgar. Only you"
You gestured to the scattered pages littering the floor around you.
"I dont need any of this."
"Then what?"
"Kiss me
Lorgar was on you in a breath, hands trembling as they gripped your body and his lips pressing into yours with delicate restraint, holding himself back from desire he considered to base to indulge, but all to willing to dive into at your demand.
"Take me, lorgar. Make me yours"
Vulkan
Vulkan watched quietly as you tidied around his forge, sweeping old ash and molten metal into a neat pile before moving on to organising his tools. Half were far to heavy, too long or too cumbersome for you to carry, but still you persevered.
Great care was taken with everything you did. Delicate hands polishing the dust from his anvil, refilling his oils and checking the stock of his ore. A list was laid on the side, your hand writing gradually filling the page as you made a note of everything his was low on.
A contended warmth grew in the salamanders chest, making his chest and throat feel tight. His fingers itched, aching to hold you close, to show you the same care you showed to the hammer that shaped his swords as you ran your fingers over it, checking for damage.
He'd watched you do this for weeks now, quietly slipping from your bunk to attend to his workshop when you thought no one would see you. Each time left him feeling like a secret shard. But as your visits. continued, so did the feeling in his chest.
The first time he had approached you had left you weak at the knees and fearful, but each night you relaxed a little more and each night Vulkan left feeling like he was closer to something that left him feeling hotter than his forge.
"How long have you done this?"
You jumped, reeling as the primarch emerged from the shadow.
"My lord i didnt see you there. I should expect you after all this time, but you still make me jump."
HE shook his head, asking again "how long have you been doing this? cleaning up, checking my inventory?"
"Only a few hours, my lord"
"I meant in general"
You shook your head "I couldn't say, Lord Vulkan. One day i passed and noticed you were low on Prometheum. I had a barrel brought up and from there..." You faded off.
"You've been keeping it filled for me" He rumbled, running his hand along the polished anvil. "And expecting nothing in return? why?"
"Because its for you"
The quiet smile on your face left the primarch feeling weak, his chest tightening again. His crimson eyes burned into you, but you stood firm, ignoring your body as it screamed at you to cow beneath his Prescence. He knelt in front of you and brushed a piece of iron lint from your shoulder, warm hands brushing across your jaw as he reach out. He froze, feeling your own feeble warmth beneath his burning temperature, feeling the softness of your skin beneath the callous of his knuckles and felt his restrain snap.
Before he could think, he had pulled you against him, bringing your face up to his and capturing your lips. the kiss was soaked in burning desire, hot and heavy he left you panting beneath his touch.
"Let me know you more" he whispered, sliding his hand down your back. "Let me know all of you
Corvus Corax
"Its just the dark, its just the dark. There's nothing to be afraid of"
You whimpered to yourself, edging your way along the dark bowels of the shadow of the emperor. The ship groaned and creaked in the vast expanse of space, but offered no reprieve.
"Its just the dark its fine, you're ok" You continued to babble, trying to stem the tears that had begun to flow down your cheeks.
You hadnt meant to get so lost, but the ship was dark and the jump from the immaterium into real space had left your sense smothered and confused.
"Help me" you croaked, collapsing to your knees and sobbing. "Help me please"
"I'm here"
Corvus' voice sounded behind you, and you lurched to your feet groping outwards until his hand closed around yours. With a choked cry, you fell into him, nuzzling against his stomach.
"Corvus!" you wailed "Corvus you came for me, i was so scared"
"I know" his tone was low, gentle as he consoled you, running his hand along the top of your head "When i saw you were gone, i had to come find you. i had to know you were safe"
"Please don't leave me" you cried into him.
"I wont. I wont ever leave you"
He sank to the floor with you, clutching you to his chest and allowing you to cry in the dark, smearing your tears into his cloak. The steady tump thump thump of his hearts and the smell of fresh ink gradually soothed you and you slowly hiccupped yourself into silence.
"I meant it" Corvus spoke, breaking the peaceful quiet. "I wont leave you. Ever. If you want me. If you will have me."
His long hair tickled your skin as you tilted your head up, finding his lips already waiting for you. His kiss was soft, gentle and quiet as the night, leaving your head spinning and your heart settled. After claiming your lips, he kissed the tears from your cheeks.
"Im always here"
Alpharius/Omegon
"You should eat" you placed the tray down on the table beside the primarch "It wont do anyone any good if you waste away.
Alpharius glanced at you before looking away.
"I have already eaten" He gestured to the empty plate sitting next to the fresh tray.
"No, your brother has eaten, you havent"
Alpharius grinned at you, watching you roll your eyes exasperated.
"How can you be so sure"
"I know you" you replied simply, pouring him a glass and offering it to him alongside a small plate "Now please? At least have something"
"You are a marvel" he laughed, taking the goblet and quaffing it in one swift mouthful. "I think you're the only one to tell the difference"
"Its not that hard" You shrugged, "you're both so different"
"Oh?"
You nodded.
"Omegon has a sweet tooth, you prefer savoury. Omegon sit a particular way in that chair, but you recline back more. Your smile is softer than your brothers, it reaches your eyes-"
You stopped yourself, blushing furiously.
Alpharius cocked his head and grabbed your wrist, pulling you to straddle him in his chair, the plate falling to the floor with a clatter.
"You know me so well" He sighed, his mouth pressed to your ear like he was whispering a secret.
"Maybe i should get to know you?"
You squirmed, heat rushing around your body as the door opened and Omegaon slipped in. The twin took one look at the precarious situation you found yourself and grinned.
"Oh, we've decided to make a move, have we?"
You glanced between them "Wh-what?"
"Ive seen how you look at us" Alpharius laughed.
"Seen the way your eyes linger" continued Omegon, moving behind the chair and grabbing your chin to look at him.
"We want to know you better"
Omegon's lips brushed yours, tenderly, teasing as his brothers mouth found your throat. You gasped and Omegaon released you, only to find yourself pulled into a kiss by Alpharius. Firmer, more dominating, his tongue pushing in to taste you.
When he finally released you, you head was reeling. The Brothers laughed and you gazed between them from beneath wet lashes.
Riffing on the Primarch break up headcanons and the marrying someone else headcanons, what if the beloveds marriage to someone else was aragnged? Maid of Honor slips a note explaining the clusterfuck to a member of the legion, who passes it to the Primarch. How do you HC the ensuing debacle goes down?
Primarchs finding out you were forced into an arranged marriage
gn!reader
ohh I hadn't even though about it while writing the og post lol. they're not too different from the orginal I suppose
@thethronezone incase you're interested in the part 2
cont. of this post
Warnings: none
Lion El'johnson: Yeah he would still challenge them to a duel just, like, To the Death I guess. He has a protector kink I'd say? While this situation is horrible and sad for both of you he does get off a wee bit on the fact he's rescuing you. As soon as you're back in his "custody" he's locking you in the princess tower.
Fulgrim: Mobilises his legion to sabotage the wedding as he goes in to profess his love and air out the situation VERY publicly. rip fulgrim u would've loved telenovellas
Perturabo: Annoyingly smug. he Sucks guys. Oh you were forced into this? Yeah I bet you were. cause you're just a sad, helpless, weak little stupid baseline, aren't you? Privately threatens your fiance and the situation magically resolves.
Jaghatai Khan: Yeah I don't think the nature of the marriage would stop him from stealing/eloping/kidnapping you. Whatever you wanna call it again ur gawn.
Leman Russ: The Space Wolves would DEFINITELY sabotage the wedding in this case. Explodes ur fiancé's head right on the stage sorrryyy.
Rogal Dorn: He'll object but also has 500 contingency plans in case you don't want to leave, can't leave, hostage situation, fiance is powerful war wise, if the carpets are an ugly colour etc etc he's thought it all through.
Sanguinius: Air strikes! Doesn't bother professing his love publicly, it's not for the ears of your fiance or anyone who went along with this. Soft launches a proposal as he's giving a speech to his legion about another successful attack.
Ferrus Manus: Still angry, but also disgusted. He ultimately believes in the good of humanity but considers this a sick and disgusting thing to do. He let's some of his idiot sons out of their stupid cage as extra intimidation and just, walks out the venue with you. lol
Angron: KILL MAIM BURN but not from him, surprisingly. He too is letting his idiots off their leash with the promise of whoever retrieves the fiancé's head gets a pat on the shoulder from him. This is a Lie. He picks you up and fucks off.
Roboute Guilliman: Frantic but livid. He's going through all the correct procedures of "rescuing" you and calling off the wedding but he is barely containing the urge to rip your fiancé's lung from his chest. Well, he wouldn't do it in the moment but mysteriously he turned up dead? huh, weird.
Mortarion: Annoying Motherfucker lmao. A part of him believes this isn't true and that you actually wanted this. In his self loathing he would miss the chance to act in the moment and gave to *rectify it later. *read: kill with poison
Magnus: mind control, its very effective.
Horus Lupercal: Objects but he's less Cunt about it. He's just fucking angry and is rapidly approaching with intent to kill as he half confesses half threatens everyone present.
Lorgar Aurelian: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (occasionally turns to your fiance and condemns him to hell) (the word bearers are gonna fucking GET him)
Vulkan: He'd never kill a human for no valid reason but he's honestly debating whether or not this counts as a valid reason. He objects and proposes very romantically and frankly, who's gonna stop a man that size from just walking off with you?
Corvus Corax: Grits his teeth and let's it go through. He doesn't want you to have the association as his romantic interest because it would endanger you. But mysteriously your husband turns up dead oh no you'll just have to come under the protection of his legion because there's a killer out there.
Alpharius & Omegon: sabotaged the wedding with their weird minion sons And they are going to kill your husband. Maybe take his place maybe not but he won't stay alive
okkii hopefully this was different enough from the last one and entertaining
