My Etsy witch will hear about this
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
trying on a metaphor
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My Etsy witch will hear about this
Amāre Divinitatus (Interlude): "…Rest from days of Adversity...”
He remains stalwart, your Primarch, even as he toils ceaselessly for the glory of the Emperor. None could see the weariness in his countenance, not even you, but you can certainly feel it.
You can certainly feel him. You can feel the weight he carries on his broad shoulders. You can feel the burden he carries in his heart, and no matter how much you try, no matter how much you assure him that you are capable, he is wont to shoulder your worries and his.
To bear the heaviness of his affection without complaint was more than enough. So long as he had breath in his body, he would not have you endure more.
But just as he was stubborn, so, too, were you.
You did not stop your assurances. You did not relent in your conviction, and if your beloved Primarch was inclined towards annoyance, he did not show it. You reasoned that you would not stop even if he did.
There was a break between your duties. You sequestered yourself in one of the lesser-traversed areas of the Phalanx if only to ponder and reflect. Resonant footsteps broke your reverie, a flash of gold caught your eyes, and you looked up only to hold your gaze with his.
Oh.
Before you know it, you're caught, solidly backed between a pillar and his sturdy frame. His large hand presses against it to hold himself steady; his shoulders and back are hunched as he looms over you, and the difference in size is all too apparent. It does not matter.
You feel it, the warmth of his affection, the strength of his being, as your beloved silently presses his forehead against yours, allowing himself to unburden—to feel—away from the expectant looks of his sons. You respond in kind, your hands reaching up to cup his face, thumbs memorizing the chiseled plane of his visage.
You close your eyes and exhale. So, too, does he.
There is naught but the comfortable silence between you two, a reinforcement of love, the rumble of duty from serfs, personnel, and Astartes alike turned into nothing more than ambient noise. The glory of the Imperium is secondary in this moment, and your beloved Primarch quietly revels in the contentment that comes from such a realization.
The Phalanx had never shone brighter.
— Rogal Dorn.
Need embarrassed Rogal Dorn waking up from a wet dream about the reader and just feeling so so ashamed.
Bonus point if (since primarchs breezed through puberty) this has literally never happened to him before. Just really rub it in. Oh poor baby.
I fucking love torturing him, but instead of angst it's this hard-ass being so fucking embarrassed.
Someone, please 🙏
A sneak peak of the Sad Smut Rogal Fic. Its taking longer than I initially planned but I am reallllyyy trying to build up the emotions properly here. But I'm getting there! The fic might be closer 7000-10,000 words when I'm finished 🤫
Praetorian of Terra
Came back to Tumblr after MANY years inactive, simply to satisfy my new obsession. That obsession being Rogal Dorn.
My soul yearns for this man in a way I cannot understand
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love