Neither a vegetable nor a fish, 18+. Currently into Warhammer, and this is likely to stay this way. Can write N*FW, but conditions apply. Requests are accepted, yet I'm not always fast with those.
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During the month of July, I practiced being present and spent time listening to my surroundings. One morning I was sitting at my desk and realized that the dogs spend their days listening.
They hear that soft 'click', when I close my laptop and I think that's a good thing for all of us. It means I'm stepping away from the screen and into the present moment to observe what needs my attention. They of course, think they do, so we step outside. If I step away from the laptop without closing the screen, they know there's a good chance I'm going back to it, so they lay still, but there's something about the click.
Each morning, when I sit at the little writing desk and they hear the click of my ballpoint pen, they know I'm going to be there for a bit, but that second click of the pen, followed by the soft thud of the notebook closing means they can have my attention.
I place the watering can in the kitchen sink and they know the sound the water makes while filling up that vessel. It's the same sound every time, but this watering can means I'm preparing to walk out the front door and they're not invited. I go refill the bird bath hanging from the arbor and water a few plants in pots, but sometimes Denver, the big, white, dog will purposefully lay in front of the front door, just to slow me down.
When the dogs see me staring at the computer screen, smiling, talking and laughing, they know I'm on a Zoom. The seriousness of the Zoom depends if I stay seated the entire time, or get up and walk around while still listening. They have learned if I stand up during a Zoom, there's a pretty good chance I'll let them outside unsupervised. It took them a long time to figure out why I'd take a shower and put on decent clothes, but not leave the house. They know what the word, 'Zoom' means. 😂
The hottest part of the day arrives somewhere between 2 and 4 central time and you can hear every sound then. Denver passes out on the tile floor and Winnie stretches out periodically in various places, but if I need a rest, that is the time to stretch out across my bed. I gaze out the window to watch a warm breeze ruffling the top of my neighbors trees. No birds are singing, or squirrels scampering across the tin roof of the house.
It's completely silent except for some soft music playing, the A/C turning on, then off and the hum of the refrigerator. Winnie sees me stretched out across the foot of my bed and sits in the hallway, looking at me offering her biggest tail wag. I look at her and say, "You can come in", which she does. She lays on the floor between the windows and the bed, but Winnie is alert and will leave to investigate the slightest noise.
They hear water from the sink hitting the metal bowl and are relieved to know that I noticed their water bowl was empty. For how long, I'm never sure. They see me clear the kitchen island while walking to and from the fridge in hopes of good smells for dinner. They're perplexed when they see me eating with no mouthwatering smells from the kitchen. They sigh and know..."It's that salad thing again."
They get excited to hear, "It's cheat night". because that means I've had a long day which equals pizza delivery. Their only hope is that I don't order that silly thin and crispy crust again.
Loud noises coming from the the laptop means I'm watching something entertaining, but they like commercials, so I'll get up which means more chances to go outside before dark. Then, the tap of the laptop closing. The click, click of lamps being turned off as I stroll through the house. The water comes on in the bathroom as I brush my teeth and the microwave door opens to insert a lavender eye pillow to heat.
The deadbolt lock on the backdoor is clicked into place and they know that door won't open while it's dark. The microwave timer dings once, but then the microwave door opens again to fluff the eye pillow and heat for another 30 seconds while I put on my pajamas. They hear me sink onto the bed and start talking, thanking God for another day.
Click goes the bedside lamp and they know they won't see me again for a very long time unless there's a sonic boom. They patiently wait all night to hear my feet touch the floor and to see me step through the bedroom door while slipping my arms into the gauzy robe. The patter of my feet walking toward the backdoor and the deadbolt clicks to unlock. The door swings open for us to step outside and into a new day of listening to how we live.
In this recording you'll hear the tapping of dog paws as they roam around. They haven't really grasped the concept of 'we're taping' equates to stillness.
Been re-watching the Creed movies and now i need a boxing consort. I'd like to say "expect a bit more on this" but i literally make them as they come to mind so i can't say when the next one will come out.
Lion El'Jonson, Perturabo, Angron, Ferrus Manus and Rogal Dorn :
Safe to say their consort is buffed as fuck and highly technical in a fight, she showed them boxing is more than throwing a punch, it requires timing, precision and endurance, something they enjoy teaching her in greater details whenever they train her.
Angron is the best teacher out of this little group, he isn't known for his kindness on the battlefied so he teach her all manners of moves she might not know, he's so proud of her whenever she demolished someone in the ring.
Lion tries to go down the honorable route but when she drops the fact that her opponent once grabbed her arm during the fight (which is illegal in the Imperiul rulebook for boxing) and broke her ribs, he swore to find them and make them pay, may or may not have done so.
Perturabo is the one learning from her, at first he thought boxing was just glorified fighting but he understood it was the opposite and he offered to train you with quite the smile on his face. Thanks to him you learned the mathematically perfect way to hit someone's liver and block uppercuts.
Ferrus Manus isn't shy of punching someone and his little consort isn't, she's build like a baneblade and hits like one, she broke his nose once during an argument and he allows her to train his sons at boxing. He doesn't have much to teach her, it's the opposite as he learns a lot from her.
Rogal Dorn admires her, this is the kind of strenght he's going on all day about to his sons and you set an example they are fond off too. Your muscles are made of marble while your punch hits like steel, combine that with Rogal's martial expertise and it's a recipe for success. Mutual learning here, he loves seeing you teach new combo and move to his sons, it's rare for them to be in melee range but it's nice to know a different way to punch your opponent.
This group's consort is the quiet, cold and focused fighter with her eyes always on the opponent and rarely make mistakes, a deadly combination.
Leman Russ, Horus Lupercal, Vulkan, Fulgrim :
Fulgrim never knew punching someone could be so satisfying, can he learn from you ? He met you during a compliance campaign as he was invited to this world's sport championship and nothing really stood out to him until boxing came up. The concept of two people in an enclosed space duking it out suddenly appeared interesting to him. Another one that's learning from you, his dodges and evasive manoeuvres are insane.
Leman Russ is a fighter through and through, this guy would fight a lobster at the dinner table if he could. You grew up with him on Fenris and learned the trade in taverns and towns alike where he often found you beating people in makeshift rings, imagine his surprise when joining the imperium and seeing you demolish other fighters easily. Teaches you to smile when taking a hit, it's psychological warfare.
Horus Lupercal had a limited time spent on his homeworld but he remembers you quite clearly, the cool girl beating up opponents twice her size and coming back bruised but with pockets full of cash. Safe to say he went back to grab you and turn you into the star you are today, you pick fights with everyone and once sent Abbadon to the apothecary after knocking one of his tooth out. Just like Leman he's teaching you to get into their heads, it's another way to win but please stop provoking the mournival.
Vulkan is an absolute unit and so is his consort but damn her punch hits like his hammer on the anvil. Nocturne is a nightmare to survive so the people there are rough in nature and this naturally shows in the ring where she can tank hits most would falter from. Safe to say they trained together a lot, often serving as her punching bag.
This group's consort is a mix of endurance and strenght, they can take hits and dish them out, nothing too crazy or average.
Konrad Curze, Alpharius-Omegon, Magnus the Red, Corvus Corax.
Konrad's consort is an absolute ragebaiter that is as thin as a stick but as quick as cheetah, you never see the punch coming but you sure as shit feel it. He noticed her early in Nostramo and often watched her from afar, training or fighting and he's not ashamed to say some of his favorite techniques are from you. He teach her to be completely unpredictable and be a teasing gremlin on the ring.
Alpharius-Omegon don't know themselves what they like about Boxing but it might be the fact that you straight up punch the guy in front of you like you hate him, it's strangely therapeutic for them to watch you cave someone's skull just for a title. They teach you old moves that works everytime while you try to teach them to be more honest, may or may not work.
Magnus is always in search of something new to learn and he's not above physical research contrary to what a certain drunk primarch might say. He goes on and on about the history of boxing to his sons during your training or matches, they just want him to shut up so they kindly nod their head and tune him out. I'm afraid you're doing the teaching here my lady.
Corvus Corax's little consort is a devil in the ring, why ? She's so fast that even his sons have trouble following your movements, he has to say though he's impressed by your stance. Your little body doesn't allow you to take a lot of hit so you rely on sheer speed and precision for the job but at the cost of giving him heart attacks when you do take a hit. Teach him to stop worrying okay ? He's teaching you moves he learned on his homeworld from fellow prisonners, works like a charm but 'might' be illegal.
This group's consort is quite diverse but it mostly relies on speed and some (un)healthy trashtalk to get rid of her opponent.
Sanguinius, Jaghatai Khan, Roboute Guilliman, Mortarion.
They're all the same in this group, they worry because you're much slender and less built than the other consorts so you're made of glass to them. While you speed is your biggest advantage, your height makes it difficult to truly make a difference in a fight but the fact that you managed to rise up despite all this earns you a lot of respect from them.
Mortarion and Sanguinius teach you martial excellency/perfection, if you can't take a hit then you need to make every single one count. Jaghatai and Roboute teach you to use your speed to overwhelm your opponents and their brain, no need to hit hard if you can hit them everywhere.
The most fragile consorts out of all of them but possibly the most experienced in a way since they need to end a fight quickly and efficiently.
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So, we have seen how the Primarch’s react to having kids, and it’s got me thinking. How do they react to getting Father’s Day wishes and gifts from their kids? Which ones get all soft and mushy? Which ones celebrate and which ones don’t?
Thank you for your time all the same!
Good point @daydreamshenanigans!
For our Primarchs, Father’s Day wishes and gifts from their kids would hit very differently depending on how openly they let themselves feel things. So let's have a look?
Soft and mushy
Vulkan would melt first and hardest. He would act proud, but the second one of his children gives him a handmade gift or says something sweet, he is done for, all warmth and misty eyes and arms full of his kids. His little drakes.
Sanguinius would be another one to go very soft. He would be visibly touched by every card, every drawing, every awkward little speech, and would absolutely keep everything forever.
Lorgar Aurelian would be openly emotional. He would treat the day like a sacred blessing, get teary over even the smallest gesture, and tell the children how loved and treasured they are in return.
Magnus the Red would get soft, but in a more dramatic way. He would be touched and just a little bit overwhelmed, then immediately turn the whole thing into a grand celebration of family, love, and shared wonder.
Roboute Guilliman would not be mushy in a loud way, but he would be deeply moved. He would save every gift, every note, every tiny tradition, and quietly make the day into something official and meaningful.
Proud and celebratory
Leman Russ would celebrate like it is a feast made just for him. He would laugh, boast, drink, and make a huge show of appreciating every gift, and the pride underneath would be very real and loud.
Horus Lupercal would also lean into celebration. He would charm everyone, make the day feel big and victorious, and act as though his children have just honored him in the most fitting way possible.
Lion El'Jonson would be restrained, but clearly approving. He would not gush, yet the way he accepts the gifts with solemn attention would show that he is proud and touched.
Jaghatai Khan would celebrate in a freer, quieter way. He would like the sincerity of it, the lack of fuss, and he would be happy as long as the kids are genuinely enjoying themselves too.
Rogal Dorn would take the wishes and gifts seriously. He would not make a spectacle of it, but he would stand a little straighter, visibly honored that his children thought of him at all.
Ferrus Manus would be proud in a blunt, practical way. He would respect anything handmade, especially if it is sturdy or useful, and he would show his approval by keeping it near him forever.
Quietly touched
Corvus Corax would be one of the more quietly affected ones. He would prefer to not make a big scene, but he would absolutely remember the words, the tone, and the gesture, and he would be softer afterward in the private way he only allows with family.
Perturabo would pretend to be indifferent, but he so very obviously is not. If his children made something for him, he would scrutinize it carefully, then keep it somewhere protected, because the fact that they thought of him would matter more than he says.
Mortarion would act guarded at first. He would probably not know how to respond without discomfort, but if the kids persist, he would accept the gifts with awkward gratitude and secretly be more affected than anyone realizes.
Angron would be the most surprising softie in a rough, wary way. If his children give him something genuine, he would be visibly taken aback, then very quietly, very intensely protective of the gift and the moment.
Less obvious about it
Fulgrim would love being celebrated, but he would want it to be near-perfect. If the gifts are thoughtful or artistic, he becomes very invested; if not, he will still be touched, but he may hide it behind perfectionism.
Konrad Curze would react in a complicated way. He would be shaken by kindness, not always know what to do with it, and probably act darkly amused while secretly holding onto every little thing his children give him.
Alpharius and Omegon would be the hardest to read. They would definitely appreciate the wishes, but they might respond with misdirection, jokes, or a strangely formal kind of gratitude, as if being loved openly is still slightly dangerous.
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Okay so humans, right? We got this far because we're pack animals. We work best working and supporting each other. If someone's lacking, someone else fills in that gap and vice versa. Cool? Cool.
Now, Astartes. They're raised from prepubescence, a very important time in growth and socialization and all that good stuff. Except they're cranked up to 11, it's (often quite literally) beaten into them that the boys around them are their brothers, those guys are gonna walk into hell with you and drag you out too. They're gonna fight the literal horrors of space hell side by side with you until death do you part
Not to mention the countless serfs that tend to them. These guys got serfs for everything, they're armoured with assistance, they're washed and clothed by them, their food is prepared by them. And ships have So Many serfs. There's always Somebody around is the point
So it causes this really funny thing where when an astartes is separated from his brothers, from his serfs, from everything and everyone he knows. He seeks out some form of companionship, he needs someone or multiple someones to spend his time with. It's not *necessary*, they can live alone and handle themselves quite fine for extended periods of time.
But you see them repeatedly, they seek out companions!
In Son of the Forest, one of the Fallen sticks with the villain just out of knowing him and having a companion, even when he knows his brother's descending into Chaos. Zabriel mentions having stayed with several brothers over the years and now protects a group of humans and they clearly trust him with their lives. Another one leads a pirate band with other Fallen. Another lives on a station with again other Fallen and their serfs are noted to be close by, peeking around corners.
In Void Exile, Sharr has been entirely exiled from his Company but he's found three other exiles to travel and fight alongside.
In Outer Dark, the Ashen Claws are renegades and they eat and sit alongside their humans almost as equals. The Chapter Master even has who seems to be the 'lead' human who sits with him at the head table
In Salvation, Rius crash lands and is amnesiac when he's taken in by humans and without knowing what to do just helps the village and the people. He does the heavy lifting and dragging plows because they can't but he can.
In the Dark Angels, when they give someone penance, the DA has to wear 'pentinents robes' and they're excluded from even speaking to their others. The Carcharodons literally exile their brothers. Even in the Ultramarines, a punishment for Pasanius was to seclude him and keep him from rejoining Uriel for an extended period of time.
It's this really interesting thing where astartes are So social that their punishments are literally to be secluded and excluded. They have the innate need to be around others that they seek to fill it even under literal exile. It goes beyond just the brotherhood of War and fighting literal space hell, they're constantly surrounded by serfs or human commanders and their fellow astartes to the point they can't tolerate to be alone for long.
— ...And then she said she'd leave me if I didn't stop—her words—"obsessing over perfection." But I didn't even do anything! I just decorated the nursery!
— You have a son.
— So? Pink is a perfectly masculine color! And besides, the idea that boys should only wear blue is completely outdated!
— You covered the entire room in gemstones and ribbons.
— And? I'm simply trying to cultivate his sense of refinement from an early age.
— You need to stop.
— But why? I just don't want my boy to grow up into another blockhead like Ferrus... even though I love him dearly.
— Your son just took my daughter's shovel.
— Oh... Sunshine, give your cousin's shovel back... Oh. Rogal... why is this shovel so... ordinary? You have a daughter! It should be something prettier.
— No. And I believe your son took it because it's lighter.
— Lighter? This one is light! I only inlaid it with about fifty diamonds. And I asked Ferrus to forge the base from the strongest, safest metal he could make. My son isn't going to play with just anything.
— That's exactly why she keeps telling you to stop.
The Emperor is hiding behind a tree with a pair of binoculars. Valdor is crouching in the bushes beside him.
Malcador (telepathically):
"Just go play with your grandkids already!"
The Lion knows Father knows that he knows he's being watched.
Sanguinius knows too, but like Corvus, he politely pretends nothing is happening.
Besides, his little girl seems to be getting sleepy.
Corvus's daughter has fallen asleep. Again.
Seriously, this child sleeps like her father is Curze and she's trying to pay off his lifetime sleep debt.
No Leman Russ were harmed during the making of this playground.
Only the pride of Perturabo and Dorn suffered while assembling the slide. Out of habit, one started building a siege tank, while the other began constructing fortified walls. Fortunately, Vulkan noticed in time and somehow merged both projects into a perfectly child-safe playground.
Well... that's about it. 😅 I may have gotten a little carried away.
17. “You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”
"Step away from there."
Your feet hurted, your bare skin was like poked by hundreds of needles and the stone of the wall was like thorns.
He took a step forward, you took one back, feeling the edge of the wall like a bad omen close to you.
Rogal stopped, calculated the time, the risks, how fast he could be before you could move, before the worst could happen, and he realized his brain wasn't working like he wanted. He felt it, that thing that had been always inside his brain that has been always encaged between walls of rational thoughts and willpower, that he had always saw and never contemplated at all.
Rogal Dorn, the Praetorian of Terra, was afraid.
The castle has been built where no one could ever had the courage to attack and where no one from the isnide could ever escape. Located in a mountainous area, its peaks high and impervious like the blades of swords, ice and snow that made impossible to move even for experienced climbers, contorted road and trails that leaded to no-where. It was perfect for his needs.
It was perfect to be your cage.
Falling down was suicide, he knew, he made it that way, so no one could climb it and no one could try the descend. He had prepared everything that could mak eyou dissist to escape, to try to run away. He did not calculated the chance of you getting so desperate to try everything.
"I...I want to go home..."
"Please, Please Y/N. Came down from there, it's dangerous."
"I want to go home! I don't want to stay here, lemme go!"
You screamed, ignoring his pleds, his begs, everything he was saying. If you could had paid more attention you would had notice his fear, his trembling hands, the words that were loosing the security that made Rogal the statuary man he was. But you couldn't, you didn't wanted to see, you just wanted to go away from this hell.
You wanted to leave the castle that this man had locked you in, proclaiming that it was made for your own protection.To leave behind his sick son, those astartes that had never once showed remorse everytime they closed the doors of this castle and dragged you back in your rooms when you tried to run away. You wnated to forget the fact that this cold man had literally imprisoned you claiming to love you and decided to lock you up was the best protection.
You didn't even care of the cliff so close to you.
But Rogal did and for once in his life he realized how big his mistake was.
You escaped from him and his son eyes, serached for an escapoe and ended up there, a few inches from a ruvinous death. He wnated to move, to take you and avoiding the inevitable but even the slightest move from him meaned a steo for you and there was not so much space now.
"Please, please my love."
"I'm not your lover!"
"I beg you! You'll fall! Step down from the parapet,please!"
"NO! I'll leave! I'll leave this nightmare! I'll tell everyone what you did! I'll telle everyone that Dorn is a sick man that take people hostage and force them t-"
Under your foot you felt only air. Suddenly your stomach had that jump, the one that happen when you miss a step on a stair, the same abnormal movement that each organs do when something is off during a jump. You felt your body loosing balance, your weight dragging you down with your leg and suddenly even the view changed. You saw the white sky full of snow, the storming wind swirling around the snowflakes, a small ray of sun that has been strong enough to break free.
And you saw the wall getting higher and Rogal launching himsefl screaming like a beast.
And then a loud crack.
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He catched you. That all that he needed to know, not the fact that he had accidentally dislocated your shoulder when he grabbed you, not that you had almost fall from the highest wall he had ever made beside the Imperial Palace, not that you hated him to the point to not regard your own life.
He catched you and you were safe with him.
You trembled under the stoff covers he had brought for you, for fear or cold or pain he didn't know and he did not wanted to ask.
Yes, nothing mattered, not now. You were safe, he got you before it was too late, you were alive and with him. These were the thought he had while pressing his temple against your covered form, while feeling under the thick wool of the blankets the shivers your body emitted. He craed so little because they were a proof that you were there, that you were alive and there, with him.
He wanted to scold you, to tell you what it needed to be said like he had always done with everything that looked like a threat to him. But he couldn't, not when he realized how close he were to loose you, not when every words he knew was erased and in its place only confusion remain.
"Don't...do...that again..." His voice low, a trembling whisper that seemed almost like a sigh. "I... I cannot....I cannot loose you...I can't...I don't..."
His hand grabbed something, he didn't know if it was you or just a bundle of the covers.
“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me. Just as I belong to you...Look what you did to me...Look at the way your existance entagle with mine..."
Maybe seeing you would had gave him some strenght, maybe it would had made him crumble down like a final blow. Yet you did not released your eyes from the hiding spot you found, not when his arms were like a vice forcing you on that bed.
"...You don't have the idea of what you did to me..."
At that point, it was almost impossible to know wich one of the two was the real captor and who was the prisoner.
Another Primarch in traditional garments of his adopted homeworld. This time: Rogal Dorn.
I haven't drawn something for this series for a while. But @legiopraesagio gave me the idea of drawing inspiration from siberian native tribes for garment and patterns and so here's something for my special Imperial Fists-coinosseur-friends, @sonofdorn-vii and @vlka-fenryka. Both are so very into Stresshummeln.
Because it's been so long, I am adding the previous drawings of the series:
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I saw this picture and immediately thought of Corvus and his daughters.
His beautiful daughters follow him as he walks down the hallway and thinks about something :D
LITERALLY HIM OUGH 😭😭 Corvus is never truly alone anymore (he's not complaining he loves his little crows)
Inspired by your yandere fulgrim and clonegrim, I imagine that Daemon Fulgrim would sing and serenade us Phantom of the opera style, forcing us to singing highest impossible note and then Clonegrim come in to crashed the opera and rescued us, making Daemon Fulgrim fuming and screaming.
I came across an old post about the reader being sick and I had an idea.
What about how our Primarch partners react to being sick?
Maybe some try to tough it out, some are the most needy babies about it, others are convinced theyre dying (Primarchs aren't known for getting sick usually), and who's isolating themselves from us because if its bad for them it would kill us (it wouldn't, its the common cold that snuck through their immune system)?
Lion El'Johnson: he's acting like everything is fine and for a few minutes it looks like it is. Then he start to give order to empty armors and crushing against the walls, so no is not fine. Lion mind gave him the option that he had may be poisoned but no, that's a cold and a bad one. He will complain all the time that he doesn't need to rest, that they need him, only to fall asleep so bad that he had his mouth open and snore like a chainsaw.
Fulgrim: he's ceying and lamenting that he's dying , that it is over and his only consolation is to die with you at his side. Only to be repremended by Fabius that he's having stomach bug, one strong enough to make a primarch fall ill for it (he'll stay for studying it) and to quit it out. Ypu'll be far more patient with him, even if he fear you may catch it from him and he's unsure of the strenght of this virus of it affect you. Yet, the promises of cuddles is enough to make him go back to his baby mode.
Perturabo: nonsense. He's a primarch, he doesn't get fever, he'll get to work and ignore it. Then they found him face down on the floor, passed out, so hot that you can cook an egg on it. His only order is to not let you in, he fear you may die for something that can make him fell ill. Yet, your presence is still felt in themmoment he see the honey sweets he likes and those flowers he try to not enjoy at all. Even if in bed, he'll still order his men around, he know no rest.
Jaghatai khan: when he stumbked across the tent, moving around like drunk, and felt his entire world spinning, he knew something was off. When the medicae started to treated him they just realized that it was...a cold? In a certain way, a strong one that could afflict a primarch. He sighed and feared their words of staying in bed and trying to relax...and that's was your cue. You had imagined many thing by being the wofe of the Khan, but having to ordered his sons to stop his continues edcaping attempts was ridiculous.
Leman Russ: everything tasted bad, nothing could stay in his stomach and even the Mjød tasted like shit! Why this has to happen?! What kind of sorcery was that?! Nothing could stop a primarch, then why a stomach bug had him in his bed, with fever and a sloppy soup made with plain rice and some herbs?! He tried to twll you that he's fine, that he doesn't need this treatment! You just shush him and gave him another spoon of the soup, now it's seems the only thing that can stay down on him. He had joked that of you kept on testing him he would like the idea of tasting you, but he had started to fear that even this act will be painfull to him. He'll fall asleep with Freki and Geri on the bed.
Rogal Dorn: you'll beed everyone help, this foolish brick has decided that it was such a great idea getting on work while whit a fever so high that scared both you and his entire legion. Thankfully, is a mere cold for a primarch a nd he'll be back on his feet in a few days. Yet, you still had to take away work from his hands (you're still trying to understand how did he had so many projects hiding around) and literally strap him down on bed so he could rest. He enjoy when you can read something to him, or just talk, he likes your voice.
Konrad Curze: is like tracking a wounded animal. You don't think he'll be dangerous, Sevatar would like do disagree. Once found, hiding in a make shift bed make with everything that could make it comfortable, he eefuse ro be touched, especially by you. For others is like showing weakness, forbl you is fear this may can kill you or hurt you. You refuse to leave and he doesn't have the strength to show you away, he'll end up sleeping on your tights completely exhausted. He'll claim he was at the edge of death, that he saw the end, all while you just reminded him that he started to get better once you feed him some soup.
Sanguinius: he's a crying mess. He cry because he think he's dying, that he's leaving you behind, that everything hurt, that everything burns ,that he's done and all is over whilebyou and Raldoron watch him with that int of worry and embarrassment. The first captain would like you to be away, feafing this virus may be contagious to baseline, but you assure him that whatever this illness is seems to afflict only the Primarch. And after the cries, complaints follows. Firstly is too cold, then it's too hot, then he's tired, then he want to get out, then he want to eat and then he goes on and on all day. You had never saw a Blood angel roll his eyes on his gene-sire,now you can say you saw at least 15 of them. It seemd the only way to let him rest is to be his personal plushie while he sleep, worh your hand in his hair scratching and caressing. The sacrifices you do for your lord...
Ferrus manus: he's not sick, he's not tired and he's not having a fever. He doesn't need to rest and clearly you are seeing thing that aren't there. This discourse had gone on and on all day while in the forge and you almost believed him...until he had took a seat on his stool, claiming he just needed to sit, and collapsed in a deep and absolutely needed rest. You knew he would refused to go back to his quarters, to get some proper rest, so you decided to take somr blankets, covered him up and allowed him to take a well deserved nap. You tried to caress his cheek just to check his temperature and you saw him, still unconscious, surrending himself to your touch. He was as difficult as sweet.
Angron: he had almost forget hwo to feel fear...untill today. He couldn't move from that old mattress they called bed, he couldn't even open his eyes properly towards the light and he didn't even noticed the people around him trying to understand what the hell was happening. It was only when you finally came and asked him, with your soft voice, what was happening that you realized the issue. A primarch with a stomach bug?....That was new... well, beside the surprise, there was so little everyone could do than wait. You suggested to leave him be and attend in hope thing would get better before his arms catched you in a vice grip. He wasn't trying to hurt you, you know from the way his hands holded you in place, andbhe murmured a pleading request for you to stay untill the pain was over. It was just like with the nails, just alittle....almost cuter.
Roboute Guilliman: When you found your shared bed drenched in his sweats and his face so red that for a moment you thought he was about to explode, you knew that something happened. He was sick, of something no one knew but he clearly showed the sign that leaded to a common flue for a baseline and the only remedy was peace and quiet. Better said than done, every ten minutes someone spotted thge Primarch, covered in a blanket and stumbling here and there, trying to reaching the office that you and your equerries were occupying to reduce his amount of job. You had to set one servo skull close to your shared chambers and a few of his sons ready to redirect him to bed. He just cannot stay down, but as soon as he'll meet the bed he's already gone in the world of dreams. If he could only understand how rest is necessary...
Mortarion: he knew even before anyone could notice and his first reaction is an annoyed sigh. Of course it has to happen and of course it has to be him. He had already arranged everything, everyone schedule, your temporary quarters untill he's not anymore a possible danger for you a d he even sent some sample to understand what kind of virus could afflict a primarch. He's awfully good at it and your only job is to make sure everything is in place. Yet, he do appreciate the small messages you had left him, they make him feel less lonely.
Magnus: he think he can fix this with psychic powers, his only results is several thousand sons now having a migraine even partially strong as his own. You had to remind him that a flu doesn't go away with magic but with rest and some sleep, he refuse and velieve he jad better thing to do that stay down and do nothing. The proposition of reading to him seems convincing enough to lead him in his quarters, then he mutter tuat he have a few books in mind for this time and you literally fight a red giant to stop him. Stubborn in every possible way, even with fever.
Horus Lupercal: everyone is worried for him, because since when a Primarch fell under a cold? And how it happened?! No one know, what they want is to give some respect and show how much they care for the Warmaster...wich could make thing worst. You insist that he needs rest, that he doesn't need thousands of followers going around him like flies and were able to convince Maloghurst to support you. Horus doesn't like the idea of not being able to fullfill his duties, but hes far too weak to fight you or the Mournival about it. He'll lament every second of it, telling that if his father got a word about it he'll have ao little regard about it. You'll remind him that is not the Emperor in a bed sick and he would surely understand. You'll stay at his side, while he hold you gently, fearing he may pass you this sickness.
Lorgar: he'll cry like a baby, not only because everything hurt but because he do believe ge's dying. He beoieve that this is a punishment, that he had done something terrible, he'll say that he's sorry because he's leaving you alone and he can't bear the thought of you alone. You'll listen, with patience and with a int of sadness for his sorry state, and you'll try to make him reason while you help the apothecaries to cure him. And even while explaining that he's not dying, that he'll be fine and no one is punishing him, he'll keep crying and beg you to forgive him for how pathetic he is. Hug him and tell him is fine, he'll cry in any case so no can do.
Vulkan: he want cuddles, he need them to get over his fever but is practically IMPOSSIBLE. He's already a burning walking furnace, now he's a walking inferno! No one expect the most brave of his sons can get closer to him to help him when is needed. They'll personally send your messages as they do with.the one from Vulkan's. Is as cute as silly.
Corvus Corax: clearly something is wrong when you can clearly see him in the corner of the room, trying to look menacingly. He just look overly sick. A fast explanation of what had happened is enough tow worry him that you may catch the same virus and being in a far worst condition than his own. His sons will immediately take you away and make sure you are safe and sound from that illness. But you're worried sick for your lover, whatvif something bad happen and you're not there with him? Then a craw catch your attention and those big black eyes stares at you waiting for instructions. He had sent he crows...well, at least you can check on him!
Alpharius// Omegon: know one would had notice. Their plan was to stay hidden, wait untill this stomach bug ended its cycle and then come back like nothing had happened, but noooo you had to entere in their quarters searching for that pen that you needed. You almost fainted expressing the fact that they looked like hell and seriously worry about them and yourself since this virus seemed pretty dangerous if a Primarch cannot hold it together of contaminated with it. Yet, their sorry state and their laments about "almost so close to be dead" made your heart soft for the two bastards. In the end, you decided to take care of them in the best way they could, even when they expressed the fact that this was a story that no one would ever believe you.
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Im so sorry for two messages in two days, but I love your writing and I yearn for showing Primarchs the love and attention that they crave - so how would each of them react if their beloved woke them up with kisses and snuggling?
Hey anon, apologies for the wait!
Lion El’Jonson
He would wake up slowly, clearly aware of your actions even before he fully opens his eyes. Lion would go still for a moment, then let his arm settle around you like he has decided this is where you are staying. If he is especially fond of the mood, he might give you one quiet kiss back and keep you pinned there for quite a while...
Fulgrim
Fulgrim adores being adored, and waking up to kisses and snuggling would make him feel like he has been personally blessed by the universe. He would immediately return the affection, probably with a lot of flair and far too many compliments. Then he would try to turn the whole thing into a beautiful, decadent morning ritual.
Perturabo
He would pretend to be annoyed for about two seconds, then fail completely. Perturabo is not very good at being caught off guard by tenderness, so he would go stiff first before easing into it. Once he realizes it is just you being affectionate, he would settle with a very quiet kind of contentment. Enjoy it while you can.
Jaghatai Khan
He would wake with a soft smile and immediate ease. Jaghatai is one of the few who would take the affection in stride and seem genuinely pleased by it rather than flustered. He would kiss you back, maybe tease you a little, and then just enjoy the warmth of the moment. He would be the sort to let the morning stretch on because for once he is in no rush to leave.
Leman Russ
He would wake up with a low laugh and probably pull you even closer. Russ is very responsive to affection, especially if it comes from someone he loves. He might act a little smug about being your chosen target first thing in the morning. Then he would be all over you in the most affectionate (slightly feral) way imaginable.
Rogal Dorn
He would wake up carefully, as if he does not want to break the moment. Dorn would be touched in a very restrained way, and his response would be quietly sincere. He would let you snuggle him, then return the affection with serious, deliberate tenderness. He is not the most expressive, but he would absolutely appreciate it more than he says.
Konrad Curze
He would be startled by how gentle it is. Curze is not used to affection, especially not first thing in the morning, so he would go very still before responding. He trusts you, so he would cling to the moment with almost aching intensity. He would not want to let it go once he realizes you are being soft with him on purpose.
Sanguinius
He would wake up beautifully soft, almost glowing with affection. Sanguinius is the kind of person who would look like he was made for this exact moment, all warmth and grace and quiet joy. He would return the kisses with a smile and probably cup your face like you have just given him the best possible start to the day.
Ferrus Manus
Spontaneous softness is not his natural habitat. But once Ferrus understands what you are doing, he would become very still and very present. He would show his appreciation in a maybe a brief kiss, maybe a firm arm around you, but the feeling underneath would be unmistakably fond.
Angron
At first he might be tense, almost confused, but then visibly relax once he realizes it is just affection. If he is having a good moment, he would lean into the snuggling like it is one of the few things in the world that makes sense. If not, well...at least you've tried.
Roboute Guilliman
He would wake up, register the kisses, and immediately become both pleased and distracted. Guilliman might give you a sleepy smile and a careful kiss back before trying to convince himself that he can get up soon. He probably cannot, though. Not while you are still there.
Mortarion
Mortarion is not used to affectionate wake-ups feeling safe, so he might react with a brief pause before letting himself relax into you. He would not be flowery about it, but he would settle into the snuggling with a surprising amount of quiet comfort. He would also probably act gruff afterward to hide how much he liked it.
Magnus the Red
Magnus would be delighted and likely make a soft, amused comment about how dangerous it is to startle the sorcerer. Then he would immediately forget any intention of getting up and just enjoy you. Magnus is always very affectionate in return, probably a little theatrical, but also genuinely tender.
Horus Lupercal
Horus likes being wanted, and being woken with kisses and snuggling would make him feel very loved and very smug about it. He would return the affection smoothly, making it all feel effortless. In the end Horus would absolutely act like this is exactly how his mornings should begin.
Lorgar Aurelian
He would take it almost devotionally. Lorgar would be deeply moved by affection that arrives so freely and lovingly, especially first thing in the morning. He would kiss you back with full sincerity and maybe linger in the moment a little too long because he finds it spiritually meaningful. To him, your affection would feel like a blessing.
Vulkan
Vulkan is one of the best at receiving tenderness, and he would welcome the snuggling like it was the most natural thing in the world. He would kiss you back gently, hold you close, and probably tell you how much he loves waking up to you like this.
Corvus Corax
He would wake quietly, but the response would be unmistakably soft. Corvus is not flashy with affection, so the fact that he lets you wake him this way says a lot already. He would return the kisses carefully and keep you tucked against him for as long as possible.
Alpharius Omegon
They would pretend to be half asleep and far more in control than they are. But the truth is that waking up to kisses and snuggling would completely disarm them in the best way. They would respond with teasing, a bit of misdirection, and probably a very knowing smile, while also making no effort to escape the cuddle pile. They would like it far more than they would admit.
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