As things have been growing an awful lot around here, I figured I'd take a minute to actually introduce myself.
So, uh
Hi.
I'm Red, your local friendly cryptid who definitely doesn't want to know your full name for fae-related reasons
I have been in fandom spaces for a long time, mostly quietly writing fanfiction on ao3, and this is my first time back on Tumblr since I was in high school.
Genuinely happy to be back, coming here felt like coming home.
I take requests [hesitantly open, currently empty] for fandoms I am in, and am generally here and happy to chat whenever.
Masterlist of my current works for Dr STONE -> HERE
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Modern AU shenanigans because I had a wild dream the other night and now I have to make it about the primarchs.
Also, a personal thank you to my friend @casperpetual for helping me with a few of these cause I was STRUGGLING in some places everyone go look at the stuff he's started posting about 40k it brings me joy.
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You're so fucked.
You weren't supposed to be here, you had no idea where to go, and you really just wanted out as soon as humanly possible.
The party had, admittedly, been fun for a very short amount of time. It was hosted by who you're pretty sure is the wealthiest man on the face of the planet, and your friend's boyfriend (the only one of you that had been invited) had snuck you guys in because he wanted her to meet some of his friends, and she'd been too scared to go alone.
Then the two of them bailed on you with only a text from her (because of course you got separated at some point, honestly that was just your luck) that said they were leaving early to do things she gave you way too many details about, and that she was sorry and loved you and wanted you to let her know that you got home okay on your own. You're not sure they even tried to find you first, they just left.
But you'd dwell on that later, first you had to focus on getting the fuck out of here.
Despite your best attempts to stay under the radar, someone had noticed you. One of the many guests had decided you were worth his attention, and wanted to see you in a more...intimate way. You'd denied him as politely as you could, but he'd only gotten angry, and now you were basically running from him.
It's in your panic to escape that you pick probably the stupidest thing in the world to do- throw yourself over a railing and pray you don't break something in the fall.
Lion
"You aren't supposed to be here."
Lion knew who everyone in this building was. He'd done background checks on everyone who RSVP'd, and you were not on his list.
So when you fell into his arms, all he could think about was the fact that he doesn't know who you are.
He just stares at you for an excruciatingly long minute, processing his apparent oversight in security, before finally setting you down
He does not fully release you, though, keeping a hand around your elbow so that you can't escape him before he gets his answers
"Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get through security?"
He's so intense, his eyes never leaving you for even a moment
You talk fast
"I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to be here, I swear I'll explain but please I just want to get out of here and there's some guy chasing me that definitely isn't security, and-"
As if summoned by your words, your pursuer appears, drunk and yelling profanities at you
You step closer to Lion, something in you telling you that he was safe
Your intuition is proved to be correct when he pulls you behind himself
Because despite his suspicions, he does recognize that you're afraid and potentially in danger
The man is quick to back away at the glare shot his direction, and is pushed even further back by a few of Lion's friends, who appear out of seemingly nowhere
Lion drives you home himself on the condition that you tell him everything, which you do
When he drops you off, he walks you all the way to your door, tells you to never show up to a party uninvited with untrustworthy people ever again, and leaves
How his phone number ended up in your pocket, you have no idea, but you keep it close, just in case you need a knight in stoic armor in the future
Fulgrim
"That was absolutely flawless."
He catches you with grace and somehow totally perfect hair despite how quickly he'd scrambled to reach you in time
He doesn't put you down immediately, too busy complimenting your form and how elegant you had apparently looked
It's overwhelming. He's overwhelming.
But at least he's polite, you supposed
He puts you down upon request, and barely a moment later does your pursuer appear
The look that crosses Fulgrim's face when the man's hand snatches your arm is nothing short of disgusted
"Release them immediately," He demands. "How dare you put your hands on something far more beautiful than you'll ever be."
The man tries to explain, but Fulgrim either doesn't care, or just refuses to listen, and he's eventually chased off by Julius for continuing to pester
Once he's gone, you explain everything while Fulgrim listens, nodding.
"This party was getting dull anyway."
You're escorted by him and his friends out of the massive house, put in a car, and taken home
It's not until you're safely inside your home that you find a piece of paper tucked in your jacket pocket with his name, phone number, and request to 'call me~'
Perturabo
"What the hell-"
The only reason he catches you is because you got very lucky
He is not happy at having his conversation interrupted by you, and all but drops you before you can catch your breath
You wheeze out an apology, and start to leave, but his hand grabs the back of your jacket and you're pulled back towards him
You rush out another apology, insisting that you really had to go, but he still doesn't release you, he just stares down at you, calculating
He's big, and he's intense, and he's pissed, so everything in you starts screaming that everything is about to get so much worse-
"There you are, you little-" Your pursuer appears, stopping short at the sight of Perturabo already holding onto you
The man starts to speak, but is silenced by a glare from your captor
He turns and runs with his tail between his legs and honestly you can't blame him
"Now you." Perturabo's eyes are on you again. "Explain."
He does not let you go until you tell him everything
You're not sure if he's impressed, or somehow more offended than he was before, but he calls you an idiot, and all but drags you outside
You're stuffed into a very nice car, and he tells someone to take you wherever you need to go
Before you leave, you're told very firmly that he doesn't want to see you here uninvited ever again
You don't get his phone number, but you do see him again a few weeks later at a different party (that you were invited to, thanks to your friend's boyfriend who wanted to make it up to you for leaving you behind)
"So how did you break into this one?"
You laugh
Jaghatai
"Need a ride?"
You land without major harm, though you'll definitely have a few bruises, and make it outside before he appears
You're jogging down the massive driveway, phone in hand, trying to order an uber before you're caught when the sound of a motorcycle startles you
He stops in front of you, asks his single question, and pats the spot behind him
You're not sure getting on a random bike with a random guy is smart, but you don't exactly have a better option right now
You climb on, wrapping your arms around him with barely a second to spare before he takes off
He doesn't ask where to go, he just drives
You end up back at home around sunrise, after spending the night racing through the town with a man who's name you don't get to know until he's standing in your doorway, waiting surprisingly patiently for an invitation inside
Leman
"Gotcha!"
He saw you running and slid in to catch you just in time.
He's grinning ear to ear, and reeks of alcohol, but he sets you down on your own two feet while laughing
His friends are laughing and cheering as well
You force out a laugh of your own, and Leman notices
Still smiling, he slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his side
The whole lot of them are loud, but you don't feel unsafe
A drink is handed to you despite protests that you "really need to get going"
The acceptance of the drink calls for more cheering, and you think they really must just be Like That
Rowdy and easily amused, loud but in a fun way- harmless
That is, until your pursuer arrives
He's yelling, calling you names, and even dares to make a grab for you
But Leman is faster, stronger, and very sturdy despite how drunk he was, snatching him and shoving him back hard enough to knock him to the ground
He stands over the man, who was now shaking in his shoes
"You come at my friend like that again, and I'll have your fuckin' head."
As if to make his point even more clear, two very big dogs that you somehow hadn't noticed before start growling, and every single one of Leman's friends look just as dangerous as he does, eyes sharp and intense
Safe to say, the man turns tail and runs for it
Once he's out of sight, it's like a switch flips, and they go back to their merrymaking
You try to slip away, but that arm ends up around your shoulders again, cementing you in place
"Where're you runnin' off to?"
You tell him that you need to go home
He hums, thinks about it for a minute, then his drink is handed off to a friend
"Alright, let's go."
You're not sure he should be driving, so you try to refuse, saying you can just get an uber or try to call your friend
But your new guard dog shakes his head
"Just saved your ass twice, can't go lettin' ya get snatched when I'm not lookin'."
You're trying to deny him again but you end up over his shoulder and marched outside anyway before being tossed into the backseat of a car with him that you're thankful has a different, sober, driver
You don't end up actually telling him what caused all that until he's laying in your bed with you, pressing lazy kisses into bare skin while he listens to you rant
Rogal
"How did you get in?"
He catches you in sturdy arms, and with a stern expression, setting you down immediately
But he doesn't let you run off without explanation
He designed this place, he knows it's every nook and cranny and you being here is a massive security failing that he would need to look into immediately
But first, he needed to know where the weak spot was that allowed someone to sneak in uninvited and linger within the home unnoticed
You tell him a friend let you in, but that they left you here and you really just wanted to go home
He's not satisfied with your answer
He wants details
"I'll explain after-"
"No."
He's stubborn and unrelenting and you just know you're not getting out of here any time soon so long as he's got you in his grasp
So you explain the whole thing as quickly as you can
"There you are-"
Your pursuer appears before you can mention him, pausing when he recognizes your new companion
Rogal, though, is quick to put 2 and 2 together when the man's voice makes you jump and has you shifting to stand closer
He becomes a literal wall between you and the man, standing in front of you and shutting him down before he even has the chance to speak
You consider sneaking away while he isn't looking, but something tells you he'd find you before you made it to the front door, so you stay hiding behind him until the other man gives up and leaves with a huff
You are quickly escorted to the door after that, and put in an uber he paid for
You give him your number, promising to pay him back
He calls you a few days later
Konrad
"Ow."
He doesn't catch you
You fall on him
It's ungraceful, it hurts, and it sends both of you sprawling to the ground
And even though you land on top of him, you think you might still be more hurt than he is
Why did his jacket have to be so sharp??
"I knew something like this would happen."
He gripes and grumbles to himself, pushing you off of him
"This is why I don't come to these things."
You apologize about thirty times, asking him if he's okay
He glares at you in a way that makes you think he might eat you if you don't leave him alone
You start to back away, but spot your pursuer in the crowd
Why you run towards Konrad, you aren't really sure
He's mean, sharp, smells a little too much like blood, and is hands down the least princely person in the room, but he's there
So you hide behind him and just hope for the best
"What do you think you're doing?!"
"Just hide me for like five seconds then I'll leave I promise!"
He makes an unhappy noise, and you think he's going to argue with you some more, but snaps his jaw shut and seethes silently
Your pursuer passes, giving Konrad a wide berth, and missing you completely
You wait an extra few seconds before breathing out a thanks, and leaving your savior in peace
How he beats you outside, you have no idea, but he's already waiting for you when you step out the main doors
"Get in the car. I'm leaving and so are you."
You're genuinely shocked to make it home in one peace
Sanguinius
"Are you alright?"
You're breathless both from the fall and from the man who caught you
He's beautiful, and looks at you with a genuine concern
When you nod, he puts you down carefully
He brushes the hair from your face, and scans you quickly for injuries anyway
It's in that brief moment that he realizes he doesn't know who you are, which is odd because he knows everyone
He doesn't interrogate you immediately as to your identity though, choosing instead to understand the situation first
"What happened?"
There's something about a beautiful man looking at you like that, that has you just spilling your guts about everything
He listens, his eyebrows pulling together in deeper and deeper concern
He doesn't condemn you, but he does tell you that what you did was probably not the smartest thing in the world, then apologizes to you for the trouble
"No- no, I should apologize, I'm the one ruining the party, and-"
He shushes you gently, offering a handsome smile
He starts to say something, but your pursuer appears
The air goes cold
Sanguinius pulls you into his chest protectively, and his friends who had been hovering nearby are quick to move between the two of you, and the other man
The man starts trying to explain his side, clearly hoping to either gain the same sympathy from Sanguinius as you have, or convince him to cast you aside
But that handsome face has turned icy, his beautiful eyes sharper than any dagger, and his hold on you is firm
You were safe, but for some reason, there was also a distinct chill running down your spine at how quickly his mood shifted
"I think it's time you left."
There is very little emotion in his voice
The man tries to convince Sanguinius again, but your companion has no interest in anything he has to say
"Shall I escort you home?"
The warmth returns when he speaks to you, his face no longer as frightening
You nod, and he leads you away while his friends handle the rest
He's a perfect gentleman, and talks to you kindly and casually the whole ride, even walking you to your door upon arrival
"Do you...want to come inside?"
You're not sure what compels you to ask, and you're honestly surprised when he agrees
He's still in your bed with you when the sun rises, kissing away the soreness of the red marks his teeth left on your skin
Ferrus
"What's the meaning of this?"
He catches you, and it hurts
He's so solid you swear he's made of metal
But he's quick to release and steady you on your feet
He is, however, deeply unamused by your antics, and demands explanation
He's intense, and kind of scary, so you tell him everything quickly
He listens, and you think he might yell at you, but he just lets out a grunt and nods
"That was stupid of you."
Yeah, you agreed with him there
You ask him to show you the right direction so you can get out of here without making any more of a scene than you already have
He points, telling you to get out quickly, and you're more than happy to listen to him
He reappears at your side barely a moment after you leave him though and insists he's just going to take you himself because otherwise you'll just get lost
But there's something in his eyes when he says it that makes you believe he's really just worried about you
He ends up driving you home as well, grumbling the whole time
You dare to kiss him on the cheek when he drops you off, and try not to let him see you giggle at how red his face goes
Angron
"Fuck!"
You manage to stick the landing and keep moving, only to slam right into a wall of already pissed off muscle, causing him to spill his drink
You're quick to apologize and run before you can anger him even more
He yells after you, and a part of you wonders if he's going to chase you now, too
But a quick glance over your shoulder tells you that's not the case
You breathe a sigh of relief, and try to keep squeezing through the crowd, hoping and praying you're going the right direction.
Only to nearly slam into Big And Angry a second time and realize in horror that you've somehow gone in a big circle
Why did rich people have to have such big fucking houses??
"You again?!"
He is not pleased to see you, but at least this time you didn't run into him
You start to back away, more apologies falling out of you while he glares
"Look where you're fucking going-!"
His warning comes just barely too late, as you back right into your pursuer
He grabs you and you- filled with panic and exhaustion and the desire to just get out- clench your fist, and swing
You hit, and immediately regret it
Not only does it hurt like hell to punch someone in the face, but it hurts even more when they hit back
Angon does not like this
Not only is he already mad for other reasons, but he's not exactly a big fan of people who put their hands on those smaller than them
He's an asshole, not a monster
You're ripped away from your pursuer hard enough to have you on your ass, and make you a little dizzy
"If you're gonna hit someone," He grabs the man by the collar, raises his fist, and you're pretty sure the guy shits himself. "Do it right!"
The man is on the ground unconscious with almost no effort from the raging Angron
Needless to say, you both end up escorted from the building
Embarrassing, but at least they don't call the cops, so you'll take the win, you guess
He stomps off to his car while you start down the driveway towards the road
Your phone was broken in the disaster, so you'd be walking yourself to the ER to make sure you weren't broken anywhere
You make it about three houses away before a car screeches to a stop next to you
"Get the fuck in the car."
Angron glares at you through the open window, getting more impatient with every second you hesitate
He doesn't take you to the hospital- he's had enough injuries to know at a glance that you were fine- instead you end up at a Waffle House
He feeds you not because he's kind, but because he respected your fighting spirit enough to yell at you over a meal about your piss poor performance, and let you rant back about what had you in that situation in the first place
He drops you off at home and you're told that he would be back in the morning to take you to the gym because he was going to teach you better ways to hit someone and you were going to be grateful for it because he wasn't always going to be around to save your sorry ass
All in all, not the worst date you've ever been on
Roboute
"I didn't account for this."
Between both Rogal and Lion's security measures, he hadn't even considered the idea that there could be an uninvited guest
So you literally falling into his arms in the middle of a conversation has him fully rattled for nearly a whole ten seconds
But he recovers, and immediately goes into full crisis management mode
You were an intruder, so you needed dealt with, but you were also in clear and present distress, which he makes his first priority
Setting you down, he insists upon an explanation immediately
He listens, asks questions, and ensures you don't leave out a single detail
All of this would be going into a report to his father, that was to be certain
As well as several new protocols for making sure everyone at events like this were actually supposed to be there
But something in him softens ever so slightly when you offer a soft apology
He can see you're tired, and actually does believe you when you say you want to just go home and not cause more trouble
It doesn't make up for you breaking and entering, but he supposed he could let it slide this once
You'd been punished enough through being abandoned and harassed
The man who'd been after you appears, and immediately starts running his mouth
He tries to convince Roboute to hand you over, that he would deal with you in his stead
But Roboute is not a man easily fooled, and he'd already decided that your words were truer and more worth hearing, so the man is not just chased away, but promptly removed altogether for causing a scene
He then tells a member of staff to have a car pulled to the front, and walks you to the door with every intention of just putting you in and sending you on your way with a stern warning
A personal escort all the way to your home was unnecessary
He had far too much to do now for him to leave on an errand that didn't require his immediate presence
But what he intends and what happens are quite different
Because despite everything, you find new ways to surprise him- a habit he would find later that he doesn't mind quite as much as one would think
You make him laugh
The joke you tell is self-deprecating and honestly terrible, but he finds it- and you- quite funny
In the short journey to the car, you manage to charm him so much he wonders if you've taken lessons from Horus in how to get people on your side
So when he tucks you into the backseat of one of the many nice cars, he finds himself sitting at your side so he can speak to you more
Upon reaching your home, he hands you a business card and promptly asks you to reach out soon to schedule a time to "Speak more about tonight's events. Perhaps over a meal."
Mortarion
"...What are you doing?"
His question comes out quiet, and you can't tell if he's annoyed that you ruined his momentary peace, or if he just thinks you're stupid
He's not very interested in who you were or what you were doing here
He doesn't even want to be here
No one wants him here, he came because he had to and he really just wants to leave
And then comes you
He doesn't catch you, nor does he make any attempt to
He just stares down at you, having landed and immediately fallen over
You stare back
"A hand, please?"
He claps three times sarcastically, but when you start to stand on your own with a huff, he does reach down and help you to your feet
The appearance of your pursuer has you wrapping around his arm like you belong there, warm and anxious at the sight of the man you pissed off
Mortarion isn't necessarily a nice person, but he also knows an asshole when he sees one
So fine, he'll play hero this once for the cute annoying person clinging to him of all people for safety
He says nothing to the man as he approaches, he just stares him down silently, eyes sharp and intense
It's kind of scary, you think
Mortarion isn't all that muscular, but he's tall and carries with him an air of silent superiority that makes him generally unpleasant for the man to attempt to reason with
You let out a soft sigh when he finally gives up and stomps off, releasing Mortarion
You offer him thanks, and ask a bit hesitantly if he would show you the way out of this stupidly big house
This, he decides, is his perfect excuse to get the hell out of here, so he agrees and walks with you towards the nearest exit
He's surprised when you agree to get in his car with him, though, fairly certain you would deny him and find a different way home
But your phone was dead, and you really didn't want to walk, so you slide into the surprisingly clean passenger seat and give him your address
The drive is silent, with you merely thanking him again upon arrival
He doesn't know when you'd scribbled your phone number on the back of a napkin you'd apparently found, nor does he really know why you gave it to him
He calls you immediately to ask what your deal was, and you laugh.
He kind of likes it.
Magnus
"Let's perhaps not do that."
The only one to catch you before you go over the railing
He just happens to be standing nearby and sees you coming
He sees the look in your eye and is quick to step in at just the right moment before you can get hurt, chuckling a little as he does
He's concerned, yes, but also amused at the fact that you'd even considered doing something like that
He asks you what's happening, and all you manage to tell him is that you're trying to get away from someone before your pursuer arrives
Magus is quick to step between the man and you, insisting upon more information to better understand the situation
The man is faster than you at speaking up, and is quick to spin a story that Magnus nods along at as if he fully believed him
"And, tell me, how does that cause someone to try throwing themselves over a railing in a desperate attempt to escape?"
Your pursuer freezes, having not known that's what you were doing
He'd painted himself as a victim of a seductress, not as a man chasing someone because they turned him down
He stumbles over his words, and you watch slack jawed as Magnus pulls apart his story piece by piece until he finally turns tail and escapes
Then he turns to you
"Shall we go somewhere else, and you tell me the truth of it all?"
You trade him- your story for a ride home
He laughs and accepts happily
He traces constellations into your skin with his fingers while he listens to you rant about how shit your night was
Then spends the rest of it helping you forget
Horus
"Well well, who might you be?"
He's sitting on a plush leather sofa under the railing, so when you fall, it's right into his lap
He laughs in surprise, catching you before you can roll off and away
He doesn't recognize you, but that's fine- he'd find out who you were easily
He was charming, witty, and good at getting information out of unsuspecting folk who stumble into his orbit
Especially when they were as bewildered as you were
So when he asks, holding you in his lap like you deserved to be there, you find yourself answering
He makes you feel safe, makes you feel interesting, and actively listens with hums and nods and clarifying questions
Your pursuer arrives before you can finish, and he is fast to try to get into Horus' good graces
The story he spins is nothing short of ridiculous, but Horus treats it with the same seriousness as he treated yours
Horus listens with such genuine interest that you honestly start to think he believes this guy over you
But then Horus glances at you briefly, a smile forming on his face
"I think you're mistaken, my good sir. My darling has been here with me all evening."
You gape up at him, deeply confused
He looks down and squeezes you a little
"Haven't you?"
You nod, deciding it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth
If he was going to vouch for you, you'd take it
You just hope he lets you go home after this
The man argues, but with a mere gesture from Horus, finds himself being quickly relocated elsewhere by all four of the Mournival
It's then that Horus releases you, allowing you to scramble up from his lap with red cheeks
You go back and forth between thanks and apologies, both of which he laughs off
"Why don't I take you home, hm? That way you can't get yourself into even more trouble."
You agree, because he says it like there is no better option and you believe him
He continues to talk to you on the ride, making you laugh and feel warm
It's his bed you end up tucked into
Lorgar
"Is this a sign from the divine?"
It's said in jest as you fall into his arms
He sets you down and asks if you're alright, smiling at you
You apologize, and thank him for not letting you hit the ground
"Of course. Though, I'm awfully curious as to what had you doing something that reckless in the first place."
You try to talk around it, saying that you were just in that much of a hurry, but he's surprisingly persistent
He finds about three different ways to word the question until he successfully gets the answers he wants
He may not be as strong as his brothers, but he could talk circles around someone just as easily as Horus if he truly wanted
He listens with a serene expression, nodding along with every word
"Yes, I do believe this was a sign."
He manages to make scripture out of it somehow
You avoid your pursuer by just standing with Lorgar, as the man decides rather smartly that dealing with a priest while drunk at a party is probably not in his best interest
Lorgar escorts you out of the house and waits with you while you order your uber
You're invited to see him speak at his church, and sent on your way peacefully
Vulkan
"Do you need help?"
He catches you with ease in big, warm arms
His eyes are filled with worry for your safety, and he looks you over for injuries as he sets you down
Asks, bewildered, your reason for jumping off a ledge like that
You can't lie to him, not when he's looking at you so earnestly
You explain that you were left behind by your friends, and that you had a man following you that wouldn't leave you alone
His heart aches for you
He puts a hand on your shoulder and tells you he understands, and offers to help you get home safely
As you're agreeing, your pursuer appears
Vulkan is more than happy to put himself between you and the other man
Vulkan is huge
Despite his kind face, he was quite intimidating
The man backs down almost immediately, not wanting to find out how far the giant's patience went
Vulkan walks with you with a warm hand between your shoulderblades the whole time so that he was sure you were still with him, still safe
He offers to drive you, and you accept because you're tired, and he tells you that you can nap in his back seat
He wakes you when you arrive, and chuckles when you groan
You kiss him on the cheek for carrying you to your door, and thank him for his help
You see him again at another party (see: Perturabo's section) and practically glue yourself to him, which he does not argue against- then, or any day after
Corvus
"The door's the other way."
His voice scares you so badly you nearly scream.
He tried to grab you before you launched over the railing, but the action had surprised him, so he'd just followed you
He doesn't ask who you are, or where you came from, or why you're there.
He already knows
He'd actually been following you through the party for a while, having noticed you much earlier than he'd ever admit
"Where did you even come from?!"
He just laughs at your question- it's quiet, and surprisingly nice
He apologizes for startling you, at the very least, then again insists that you weren't even going the right way if you wanted to get out the front door
You're midway through asking him for directions when your pursuer appears, not even noticing him
The man grabs your arm and starts yelling
Corvus does not like that
He doesn't care that he's being ignored, but he wasn't the kind of man to just let a person get attacked by a drunk dickhead
There are no words exchanged
Corvus simply pulls you away, and drags you into the crowd while your pursuer sputters in surprise
He hides with you in a dark hall until he's sure the man has given up
You thank him, and ask him to please tell you where the front door was
He points you the right way, and lets you go on your way
But you can't shake the feeling of extra eyes on you now
It feels like your shadow has gotten bigger. Darker. Slightly more menacing to anyone who might look at you the wrong way
He reappears when you finally make it back outside
He could follow you quietly all the way home, but he doesn't want to scare you more
Instead, he just offers a ride, and hopes you agree
Which you do, as your phone had died at some point so an uber was not an option
It's a quiet ride with very little conversation
His phone number is found tucked into your jacket pocket in neat handwriting
Alpharius Omegon
"Hello."
One of them catches you, but you're not sure which
Your appearance amuses them both
It was rare something happened they didn't expect, so now you were rather fascinating to them
You're set onto your feet, and they're immediately asking questions
First one, then the other, then both at the same time
They're a little overwhelming, and more than a little confusing
But you manage to answer their questions
When you ask them to help you get out of here so you can go home, they turn it into a kind of game
Your pursuer finds you, but it's not you
You're on the other side of the house with one of the twins while the other gets the car
But you're also actually outside already
Is he sure you were really even here at all?
You think you know which twin is which by the time they get you home, but you're not sure enough to make the claim out loud
There are two phone numbers in your pocket
Neither of them are correct
They call you
You don't remember giving them your number
Bonus!!
The Emperor/Neoth
"I don't believe we're acquainted."
You're immediately mortified
It's impossible not to recognize the owner of the house you'd technically broken into
He's old enough to be your father, yet somehow the most beautiful man you've ever seen
You stammer out apology after apology as he sets you down
His gaze on you is cool, but not cold
You're unknown to him, but that makes you just interesting enough for him to grace you with his attention
An explanation for your intrusion is demanded, but you find yourself hesitating in his overwhelming presence
You stare at the floor instead, absolutely sure he's going to call the cops on you
Or maybe worse, you don't know
You're still not sure if he's a politician, a normal CEO, or some kind of mafia boss
For all you know, he could make you disappear
But he neither has you arrested or murdered
He takes your chin and tilts your head up to look at him
He's still holding you like that when your pursuer arrives
The man starts running his mouth, but goes silent immediately when Neoth casts a glare so cold you think the room itself completely freezes over
The man stutters out apologies and backs away without Neoth having to even open his mouth
When his gaze finds you again, he's no longer made of ice and sharp edges
"Come. You have an explanation still to give."
You follow him from the noise of the party, into the quieter parts of his home
You don't sleep in your own bed that night, but that's alright
His is bigger, more comfortable, and he keeps you busy
Not because you were going to die any time soon- no, he's fairly certain you'd outlive even him out of pure stubbornness. It's one of the many things he adored about you, even after this long.
No, you wouldn't be here long because you didn't want to be.
Terra was no longer your home, and it hadn't been for some time now. You loved it, sure, but humanity had- in your most humble of opinions- completely destroyed it, and left it little more than a wasteland of lost potential. You preferred to run through the stars, bouncing from world to world and staying just out of reach.
You'd always been like that. Always moving, never satisfied. It's what drew him to you, what had him chasing after you again and again. But every time he caught you, he knew he would have to let you go eventually. He would play this game of cat and mouse with you until either the galaxy stopped turning, or he finally gave up who he is to be free with you. Though, it's more than likely that those two events end up being the same.
For tonight, however, he would simply enjoy the time you allowed him.
It was always a marvel to him how you could turn your nose up at him. Even back in the early days, when you and he were both younger, you'd always waved him away. You'd never cared that he was who he was. That he had the power he had, and that he could force you to bow to him whenever he so pleased. You'd never cared that he was born to be as close to a god as humanity could get. Even if he didn't want to be seen that way, he knew well enough his capabilities and what he could do. The idea that his son worships him is uncomfortable, but not unexpected.
To you, though, he'd always just been a man, and he knows that even if he did reach the status of true "godhood", you would be the only person in the universe and beyond to refuse to see him that way.
"Someone has to keep your ego from exploding," You'd said once, when he joked about it. He'd laughed, and so had you, and it had been perfect.
You were perfect. You affected him so much that even though he'd created them with someone else, he'd put you into his sons. Your freedom, your charm, your wit- all of it. Yes, they do get some of it from himself and Erda, but you are the only one who's eyes light up the same way Jaghatai's do when thinking about running after that far horizon. It's your voice that spills from Horus when he's trying to win over a room. And it's your stupid jokes that Roboute will occasionally tell in an attempt to lighten the mood.
He's still not entirely sure whether it was intentional or not, but it does help him to miss you a little less during your time apart from one another.
"Neoth."
"Hm?"
"You're staring."
"I am."
He liked looking at you. You were beautiful, and he liked memorizing your features. The two of you lived such long lives filled with so many revolving faces, knowing that he could point you out in any crowd was important to him.
It's nothing he'll speak aloud, but he has a fear that one day you won't come back. Even though he knows you're too stubborn to die, he worries still that you'll just vanish. That you'll go into the warp and never be seen again. He doesn't want to forget you.
"What are you thinking about?"
"At this moment, or in general?"
"This moment."
"You."
You roll your eyes, but you're smiling. He likes your smile. He wishes he still had pictures of you laughing- but they'd deteriorated long ago despite his best efforts.
"You should have a portrait painted."
"Why for?"
So he could keep an image of you hung in the halls of the palace for all to see. So he could point at it and tell everyone who asked who you were. So he could always have a piece of you near him to remind him that there were things still in this galaxy worth doing all of this for.
"Because I said so."
You shove at him. He lets you, taking a few steps to the side as if you'd actually been strong enough to move him.
"Yeah, well, what if I don't want a portrait of me painted?"
"Then I suppose you will have to get comfortable with me staring."
Rage bait a friend who knows about it by saying Nurgle is a cutie patootie and let them go off for an hour about it before throwing a book in your face.
I'm kidding (kind of)
It kind of depends on what kind of experience you want, imo, but I'm also biased so I'd say start with the heresy and pick up Horus Rising and False Gods, then you can hop around a bit (in my opinion) through the rest of the 50+ books. Anything set back in the 30k is gonna explain why 40k is Like That.
Warhammer is absolutely massive, and has something in it for everyone. It might seem daunting but I think its worth it. And don't be afraid to ask questions. Genuinely, having someone explain it to you when it gets complicated (which it does) can help a lot.
It has finally rained here so I got a bit inspired
not related to the poll i made, this is a spontaneous creation
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So this was rain.
The soft pitter-patter of droplets against the windows you passed was…oddly unnerving.
Maybe you just weren’t used to it— preferring the gentle humming of a ship.
The wetness was another aspect you could really do without. Doing your job was already tough enough, without having to worry about things getting wet or slipping on the stone plates you walked on.
And your own clothes were soaked, as well. There was only hoping you wouldn’t catch a cold.
You had spent most of your life on various ships or Nocturne, places where rain simply did not happen, and you were all the happier for it.
But this was Terra— The Holy Terra— so you’d grumbly accept this as a part of the ✨experience✨.
But, as with any thing in life, there’s a difference between tolerating something and liking it.
And you did not like rain.
The crates in your hand wobbled as you crossed a corner.
You missed Vulkan, his warmth, his comfort. But you’d never in a million lifetimes dare to interfere between him and his sibling, and especially not his father, so you returned to your duties as you waited.
Whether you waited for him to return or for this weather to end, you didn’t really know.
Probably both.
Lost in thought like this, you didn’t notice someone stepping in your way before it was too late.
With a loud crash, the crates fell to the ground as you tried to regain your footing, made difficult by the puddle you just stepped in.
You slipped, you fell—
There was no impact. A strong hand had grabbed your shoulder, catching you.
You knew that warmth.
“My Lord!“, you exclaimed, before newly learned familiarity could override the forces of habit.
“Hello, my dear.“ Vulkan smiled, pulling you back up to your feet. Once he knew you were standing safely, he pat your hair. “Are you alright?“
“I’m fine—My apologies for running into you like this.“ You lowered your head, not just to him, but also to the two Space Marines accompanying him.
“Don’t worry. It’s just a small mishap. No harm done.“ He glances at the crates on the floor, and without a word spoken, the other two men go and grab them. You want to protest, say they shouldn’t, but he shushes you gently before you can say anything.
“Let them help you, my flame. This weather must have made your work none the easier. And they’ve been in nothing but meetings all day, I’m sure they could benefit from some variation.“
The two nod, and you relax a bit. Sure, you still feel bad to have them do your job, but what felt like a decently heavy load to you must weigh close to nothing to the two of them.
Vulkan instructs them and they’re on their way. Out of habit or duty, you want to follow them, but before you could do any such a stupid or foolish thing, he has lifted you up into his arms.
Your surprise vocalizes itself in an undignified squeal, and he laughs, shaking the ground with it.
“There are better things to do during the rain than carry crates all day.“ He muses, as he carries you off.
“Why were you even working in the first place, love? I thought I had—“
“I know, I know, you’ve told me I didn’t have to work and could just enjoy visiting Terra.“ You huff a bit. “It’s boring. Not Terra itself, there’s a lot to see here, but…you’re not around, and having nothing to do feels so extravagant. Like I’m someone special.“
“But you are.“
A soft laugh escapes your lips, more meant to deflect his compliment than actual humor. “Maybe. Doesn’t change the fact that seeing everyone around me so busy and not having to do anything myself…ugh, it drives me up the walls.“ You grimace. “I didn’t know the weather would get like this though.“
The door to his room opens, and he lets you down. “Yes, terran weather can be a bit unusual and unpredictable at times.“ There is a small glint in his eyes. “So it is boring when I’m not around?“
You feel a blush creep up your neck. “Well, yeah.“
“Even though, most of the time, we do nothing but exist in each other’s presence?“ He sounds so gentle and slightly amused, but not in a mocking way, not really.
Throne, he loves to tease you like this.
“But at least you’re there.“ Realization dawns on you that the word you’re looking for is Lonely rather than Bored. Most of the people you’d call friends are busy or not here, so there’s no one to see the town with, or read a book beside, or do anything.
You’d rather die than admit that, though.
He laughs again, soft and earnest, it makes your heart melt. “Then, I shall need to find a way to spend more time with you. Or find something that doesn’t involve hoisting crates through the rain. Speaking of—“
He called over a serf and asked for some new clothes for you. You were drenched, even if you had stopped caring about it, and your shoes made a small plitch sound on the ground every time you took a step.
As they disappeared, he wrapped you in a towel. “I’ll make us some tea while you dry and change“.
The tea was nice, but being pressed to Vulkan’s chest as the two of you were sitting on the bed was definitely nicer.
His hand was on your stomach as he read a dataslate—work, you assumed— while you leaned on him, absorbed in a book. The rain had morphed from an annoying nuisance to a soft background noise, and you reveled in the warmth of the blankets and your lover.
Quiet moments like these were rare. Most of the time you visited Vulkan in the forge, or helped him and his sons with battle preparations (to the best of your ability).
But this… this was nice.
He hummed as he put the dataslate away, and pressed a kiss to your hair.
“Maybe I should bring you along next time, so we don’t miss each other’s presence.“
You turn your head, looking up at him. He smiles and cradles your face.
“I’m sure the Emperor would love to know who it was that stole the heart of one of his sons.“
I am not immune to the desire to write horny bullshit
Primarch x reader nsfw headcanons- 18+ MDNI
Lion
Is ready to bed you far before he actually admits to it
Let's you come to him about it first
But once he's had you, he's always ready to do it again
Prefers to take you in the privacy of your bedroom but is not against other places as necessity allows
Will never say it out loud, but if you hint at the idea of him hunting you down and fucking you like an animal when he finds you, he's down 100%
Mostly grunts and hard pants
Doesn't really do dirty talk unless you've really got him wound up
Prefers you under him, be it on your back or on your belly, but he does like when you crawl into his lap and sit yourself on cock
Just be prepared to have the tables turned pretty quickly
Isn't the biggest fan of quickies, but sometimes he knows your time is too limited for him to take you the way he wants
Is not satisfied until he's sure you are satisfied
Doesn't sleep immediately afterwards
You're at your most vulnerable- in his opinion- after he's taken all your energy, so you must be guarded for at least an hour before he's comfortable resting.
Fulgrim
Actually takes the longest of his brothers to come around to the idea of sex with you
Not because he doesn't want to, but because it involves you seeing far more of him than normal, so he has to prepare himself for the idea that you could find him anything but perfect
But once you get him in the bed, he does not disappoint
Very vocal
Loves to praise you while he's as deep inside you as your body will allow
Has several paintings that were made by throwing paint on a canvas then fucking you on top of it
Big fan of you riding him while he sits back and just watches you use him for your own pleasure
Also a big fan of roleplay
Prefers when you initiate, and will rarely ever deny you
Quickies are typically a no-no unless you're really desperate and he's really that short on time
Has drawn you, naked and covered in all the marks he left behind, while you slept more than once
Will doze if you do, but never really sleep
Perturabo
Sleeping with you the first time is entirely unplanned
At most, he'd hoped to kiss you and send you on your way after spending the day together
But he sat you up on his desk, you pulled him in, let him touch you, and the rest is history
Wants it all day every day and would spend his hours wasting away with his cock stuffed between your legs if he could
Careful with you at first, but usually ends up pounding into you relentlessly while you beg him not to stop
Mixes praise with degradation
Wants you to be loud so everyone can hear who you belong to
Likes a quickie on occasion, but prefers to take his time with you
Will fuck you in any position he can twist your body into
He likes to see how much you can handle before you have to tap out
Always backs off when you need him to
Is surprisingly good at soothing wherever he's accidentally hurt you and mumbles apologies into your skin
He isn't a big fan of sleep on a normal day, but he does like lying next to you after sex and just existing
Runs his hands over your body in an intimate but not necessarily sexual way while you rest at his side
Jaghatai
Wastes very little time getting you into bed with him
Once he's decided he wants you, he'll have you without delay
Knows every way to get you to come undone as quickly as possible and uses it to his advantage
Likes to make you come at least twice before he does
Grunts and pants mixed with encouragement and praise
Loves how you look spread out underneath him
If he were a more patient man, he'd spend much more time just looking at you while you squirm and beg him to move
But when he tries, all it takes it a whine, or you pawing at him for him to give in
Big fan of fucking you under the wide open sky
Shockingly, doesn't love quickies
He thinks that time is better spent memorizing the other parts of you before he leaves, than a desperate fuck that leaves one of you unsatisfied
Doesn't stay long once the deed is done
He'll hold you until you fall asleep, then he's off to other business
Leman
Your first time involved a lot of alcohol
It had been discussed a few times beforehand though, so you were most upset that you can't remember it
He makes up for that as often as possible- which is to say very often
Like Lion, he is very down with letting you run while he chases you, relentlessly fucking you once he's got his paws on you
Grunts and pants and absolute filth coming from his mouth the whole time
Hands and mouth everywhere
There is no mistaking that your lover is the Wolf King with all the bruises and hickies he leaves behind
Wants you as often as possible, which means he is a big fan of quickies
Takes zero effort to get him into bed with you
Even if he's busy, you can expect him to shove you into the furs at his earliest convenience
Comes inside and on you to make extra sure he's marked you properly as his
Pulls you close and naps with you afterwards
Rogal
Your first time is surprisingly uneventful (compared to the others)- he approaches, asks you to meet him later, then keeps you in his bed for hours
A very focused lover
Likes to have his hair pulled
Will sit you on his cock while he's working and leave you there until neither of you can stand it anymore
Big fan of fucking you over his desk once you both break
Surprisingly vocal- lots of grunts and moans and filth mumbled into your ears
Has no use for quickies
Thinks its far more efficient to fuck you properly
Likes to watch you touch yourself just as much as he likes to touch you
Has woken you from several mid-day naps so that he could remind himself what it felt like to have you bouncing on his cock before going back to work
Will occasionally doze in the bed with you afterwards, but will often leave you to rest on your own
Konrad
You get together with him knowing sex is more than likely completely off the table
It was hard enough getting him to believe you care for him romantically, anything sexual seemed very out of reach
But he tugs you close and just whispers his wants into the back of your neck while he thinks you're asleep
Fucks you like he has something to lose
Holds you as close as possible so he can feel as much of you as possible
Lots of gasping and panting and moaning
Digs his nails so hard into your thighs he draws blood
Doesn't like quickies because they don't let him be as close to you as he wants
An absolute fiend once he's gotten a taste of you, and you've awoken in the dead of night more than once with him pushing inside you
The moment you show the slightest bit of discomfort, it's like a switch flips and he immediately backs off
Genuinely fears hurting you too much for you to want him again
Curls his whole being around you afterwards, unable to sleep, just listening to you breathe
Sanguinius
Your first time starts sensual, and ends feral
Sanguinius is a man who learns very quickly that he cannot be sated easily once he learns how it feels to have you
Sex is one of the only times he'll drink your blood
It's almost instinctual- he gets you in his lap, pulls you close, and bites into your shoulder while you moan and whimper and beg
Has to be either on top of you, or be sitting up with you in his lap, as many other positions are uncomfortable due to his wings
Pants, moans, groans, and praise
Uses loose feathers to tease your body while his cock is seated inside you, letting you squirm
You don't always make it to a bed- he's pushed you to the floor and fucked you from behind on many occasions
Doesn't do quickies because of how worked up he can get very quickly
Loves you on your knees with his cock in your mouth
Spreads his wings out to make a kind of cocoon around the two of you so you can only focus on him and nothing else
Is very tender and gentle with you afterwards
Lots of soft kisses and apologies for going too hard
Loves to have you snuggled close, and dozes with you
Ferrus
It takes walking in on you pleasuring yourself to get him to realize how badly he wants to be the one doing it
The flesh is weak and so is he the moment you have your hands on him
Is actually more than happy to follow your lead rather than push himself on you
Breaks the bedframe often with how firmly he holds it while fucking you
Not very vocal, mostly panting and some grunting
Loves to bend you over his workstation
Makes good use of his cool metal fingers often
Bruises you on accident and always feels bad about it but also thinks its very hot to be able to see proof of his claim on you
Quickies are fine, but not his favorite
Claims to be too busy for a second or third round, but is surprisingly easy to convince otherwise
Holds you close afterwards for a good while
Angron
Another one that takes a very long time to get into bed with you
He fears losing himself and hurting you and he can't stand it, but he does eventually decide he wants it bad enough to risk it
Your first time is slow, allowing him for plenty of chances to change his mind, after that he becomes a beast in the best possible way
Keeps you close to him, fucking into you like a man starved
Loud and unapologetic about it
Has to have you pinned under him, otherwise he feels strangely trapped (ironic, considering he likes to trap you)
Is very weak to praise
Does not do quickies, needs to have time to calm down afterwards and those dont really allow that
Broke the bed once, and now prefers to fuck you on floor or wall or literally any other surface to avoid causing more destruction of your sacred space
If you so much as hint at being in real pain in a bad way, he's off you immediately
Cannot be torn away from you afterwards
Has to hold you, has to know you're okay
Roboute
Your first time together is discussed, scheduled, then promptly missed because he had a pile of last minute work dumped on him
You surprise him at his office rather than choosing to reschedule, and end up bent over his desk
A busy man with very little time, but he gets antsy and a bit grumpy if he doesn't get to fuck you after a certain amount of time has passed
On days he has no meetings, and you have no duties of your own, he likes to have you on your knees in his office while he works
Quiet in the office, more vocal when he has you at home
Loves sex in the bath/shower
A big sucker for you in anything that allows easy access
Likes quickies because he can squeeze them into his busy schedule and still get to have you again later
Enjoys the occasional surprise upon returning home of you already naked and needy and whining for him to finish what you started
Finishes inside, every time
Takes very good care of you after
May not always stay, but should you wake without him you need only call, he rarely goes far until he knows you're good and able
Mortarion
He's a little startled that you actually want to sleep with him, but he's very down for it
Let's you lead and show him what you want him to do, and after that, he's more than happy to take control
Will still let you be in charge if you want to be, as long as he gets to be inside you he does not care
Deeply enjoys that you let him ruin you like this but never says it out loud
Mixes degradation with praise and enjoys when you do the same
Surprises both himself and you with being into roleplay
Wants you covered in signs that he's had you
Not a fan of quickies, but he'll do it if pressed for time and can't stand not being inside you at least for a moment
The closer he gets to finishing, the more he devolves into reminders that he loves you, that he needs you, that he can't live without you
Is absolutely the type to take pictures of you (consensually) fucked out and covered in his cum for him to get off to later
Passes out afterwards with you pressed against him
Magnus
Lures you into your first time with the promise of a rare book, and ends up between your legs, ruining a perfectly good library table
An absolute menace
Uses his power to heighten every sensation, making it almost too much
Also uses his powers to alter his size so he starts more average human then makes himself bigger to fill you more and more
Fucks you in your dreams, then fucks you again when you wake up
The two of you give off the airs of a chaste couple in public, but are all over each other the moment someone isn't looking
He will project the filthiest things into your mind just to make you blush and squirm
Quickies are a yes- usually a few times in a day
Very vocal, loves to praise and be praised
Has on more than one occasion sat you on his cock and made you read to him out loud until you couldn't stand it
Like Guilliman, will get antsy and grumpy if kept away from his lover's bed for too long
Is always extra soft with you afterwards
Lots of kisses and gentle touch, and will pull you close so you can rest if you need it
Horus
Charmed you into his bed pretty easily and you haven't really left since
It takes very little to get Horus going
A smile, a hand on his chest, that look in your eye
You're up and over his shoulder and being carried off to the nearest private area so he can show you just how good he can make you feel
Doesn't care what position you're in, as long as he can bury himself inside you as deep as your body will allow, he's happy
Fairly vocal, plenty of grunting and panting and praise
Thinks you look best underneath him, his cock inside you, your face flushed with desire
Quickies happen often, as he is a busy man being Warmaster, but trust and believe you're never the one to leave unsatisfied
Leaves you covered in hickies and bruises and loves knowing that everyone can see you've been claimed
Finishes inside every time
Holds you surprisingly gently afterwards
Presses lots of soft kisses to your head and murmurs more praise
Let's you sleep as long as you want next to him and only leaves your side if he absolutely has to
Lorgar
Denies you several times before his own desire overcomes him
Has a similar situation to Ferrus, where he walks in on you pleasuring yourself and just breaks right there
Every part of you is divine, and he is blessed to be the one who gets to feel and taste every inch
Loves when you ride him
Use him for your pleasure, you are his deity and he your humble worshipper
Very loud, lots of moans and praise
Buries his face into you when he cums and thanks you for the experience
Quickies are a no no, he likes to take his time worshipping you
Holds you to his chest and reads to you afterwards
Sleeps only after you do
Vulkan
Your first time was every bit as romantic as you expected it to be
He's very gentle with you, as he's very aware of his size
If you want it harder you have to do it yourself, and he is more than happy to hold your hips while you fuck yourself on his cock however you like
Loves when you visit him at the forge so he can bend you over his workstation
But much prefers having you in bed
It's softer and safer and easier on your body, and he wants to be sure you're enjoying yourself and are not in pain or discomfort
Checks in consistently
Grunts and hums, and lots of praise
Doesn't care for quickies because he worries about hurting you in the rush for pleasure
Soothes any bruising left behind with warm massaging hands and apologies kissed into your skin
Big fan of laying you over his chest afterwards so you can use him as a pillow to sleep on
Corvus
When you tell him you want him, he asks if you're sure, then pulls you into the shadows to have his way with you
Loves to fuck you in the dark, robbing you of sight so that you can feel him better
Will take you anywhere you want him to, from the bed, to the wall, to the dirt outside- so long as he can hide you from the world
Has zero qualms with the idea of chasing you down and fucking you upon capture
Pretty quiet, mostly pants and grunts, with the occasional assurance of your beauty to him in this moment
Will surprise you by kissing you sweetly, then slipping a hand between your legs and devouring your moans
Quickies are fine, but he doesn't actively seek them out
Loves to decorate you and fuck you in only your jewels
Holds you afterwards and doesn't let go
Nor does he sleep, even if you've long since passed out
He prefers to watch, to guard, to protect you from unwanted eyes
Alpharius Omegon
You have your first time twice
First with one, then the other
After that it's free game
You want them both? You got them both
Sex is the only time they're ever really, truly, genuinely honest- with you and themselves
A surprisingly intimate affair, typically
They can get competitive over who makes you come more/harder
They keep it private, behind so many locked doors no one knows where to even look
You'll fall asleep curled between them, and wake between them
They can neither fool you with decoys, nor bear the idea of someone else holding you, so trust that it is always them at your side
hiii I loved ur xeno and stanley hcs!! I think stanley falling in love with someone he would have been childhood friends with is rlly accurate, however what if that childhood friend was also friends with xeno and they formed a trio? And both of them liked said third friend ? Any hcs for that ?? Thx !!! Love ur work 😽
Oh hello!
It's been a while since I've done anything for Dr STONE, I really fell off watching it and haven't gotten around to picking it back up.
However! Good news! I have written a couple things similar to this already if you haven't seen! They're [here] and [here]!
Some silly headcanons about the boys that occurred to me as I was writing my own versions of the 2nd and 11th primarchs- in no particular order.
The primarchs don't all look much like their parents (for several valid reasons up to and including warp shenanigans when they were all stolen), but they do resemble each other quite a bit.
Without his wings, Sanguinius can easily be mistaken for Fulgrim- this happens a lot when looking at portraits of their faces next to each other.
Leman, Konrad, Angron, Perturabo, and Mortarion make the same noise when they're unhappy. Something like a low grumble somewhere deep in their chest. It's not the exact same, but it's similar enough.
Corvus and Sanguinius both have something closer to a nest than a bed- something with a lot of pillows and blankets that they can burrow into for safety and comfort
Perturabo and Ferrus have a similar cadence to their voice that can even confuse their own sons sometimes if they can't see which man is speaking
Without their armor, Lion and Roboute have been confused for each other from behind on several occasions
Konrad, Corvus, and Mortarion look the most alike next to Sanguinius and Fulgrim
Angron and Vulkan are the best with babies and animals (I don't make the rules)
Jaghatai, Leman, Horus, Roboute, and 11 have the same laugh (amused huffs and chuckles don't count here I mean a real laugh)
Konrad's cackling laugh is just for show because he hates his real one and is certain others will, too
They all have the same pout face
Sanguinius and Corvus can mimic the voices of their brothers with near perfect accuracy...and so can Alpharius and Omegon
2 is practically a carbon copy of the Emperor physically
11, Roboute, Perturabo, and Rogal are all left handed
Corvus, Sanguinius, Konrad, Leman, Magnus, and 2 all tilt their head the same way when they're confused
Lorgar, Roboute, and Mortarian have similar handwriting
Magnus and Konrad both talk to themselves
All of them are extremely competitive and will absolutely accept any challenge if worded the right way
Magnus, Roboute, Konrad, and Sanguinius can all sleep with their eyes open
I have a migraine that won't go away and I wrote this in a state of pain and suffering.
Two perpetuals have a conversation. (it's literally just dialogue)
Emperor x reader
"On a scale of one to ten-"
Here we go.
"How much of this do you think could have been avoided if you'd just admitted your shortcomings?"
Cease this. It's tiring.
"Because, come on, no one is perfect. Not even you- despite what everyone believes. I just don't understand why it was such a bad thing to lean on others when you clearly needed to."
There is more to everything than you will ever know.
You go quiet for a moment. He doesn't like it when you're quiet.
"You never wanted this."
I did not.
"You could have called me, you know."
I know.
"I would have come."
I know.
"I could have helped."
You would have fallen in my place.
"I still can help."
No.
"I can get you out of here."
No.
You lean against him, your body much warmer than his. A stark difference to how it used to be.
"Just say the word, and I'll take care of everything."
I can endure. I will endure.
"You shouldn't have to live like this."
…
More silence. Your shoulders shake a little with tears he cannot see from where you sit at his feet. But he can feel it- can feel the pain rolling off of you. Then you choke out a short laugh.
"Do you remember- back when we were younger, before all this- that night in that cheap, dirty little casino chapel?"
I remember it very well.
"We promised to look after each other. In sickness and in health, and all that."
How he aches to call your name. To reach and pet your head before pulling you into his lap to trap in his embrace until you started squirming for him to release you.
"I think this counts as you being sick, Neoth."
If he could laugh, he would have.
The sound of heavy footfalls fast approaching pulls a sigh from you and, much to his displeasure, you stand. Dusting yourself off you turn to look upon him, eyes still wet with tears.
"I'll visit again soon."
Never soon enough.
"I love you, you big idiot."
I-
By the time his guard opens the door and steps in, you're already gone, slipped once again through their fingers- and his.
Abbadon quietly falling for his ‘mother’ wasn’t planned??? Dude I thought that was all subtle hinting foreshadowing that even when Horus starts being corrupted by chaos eventually abbadon was going to protect her and keep her safe even after he dies. Maybe that’s me constantly looking at Horus like my doomed wife with the specter of death over him but I stg I was getting heavy “it’s good now but can sour again however now you will have abbadon by your side no matter how alone you feel” type stuff
I don't tell the characters what to do I just write it down </3
In all seriousness though, as I was writing I had a moment where I was like "awh this is so sweet- and very intimate- WAIT A DAMN MINUTE" then I stared at my computer for a solid ten minutes wondering what I'd accidentally done.
I ended up cutting that part, but there is a universe where Abaddon loving her was just text, not subtext.
"I'm not gonna post more today," I say, lying to myself.
An old friend appears in a time of need.
Some very light Emperor x Reader.
Damn it all.
Golden eyes look on at what is happening around him, jaw tight, hand resting on the great big sword on his hip. For all his power, even The Emperor could get ambushed it seems.
The xenos had been waiting for them in realspace, sat in preparation for his ships to exit the warp, and had opened fire upon them immediately. Not only that, but it had taken his fleet far too long to get themselves together and fight back despite his orders. He would be having many words with his commanders after this.
It was those precious lost seconds that now had them in this situation. Ships scattered and disorganized, his own completely surrounded with no way of escape without heavy casualties- even if he personally stepped in.
In other words: they were royally fucked.
It's times like these that he has to remind himself that he loves humanity, and can't let his fleet fall. He's seen humanity at its worst hundreds of times before, he couldn't let this handful of fools ruin his years of patience. So he would stand. And he would fight. And he would get as many of them home as he could- as he always has.
Even if it meant falling- no matter how temporary his death would be. That was simply the man he was, and the man he would remain until time decided to finally allow him to rest properly.
"My Emperor!" His eyes find the owner of the voice. A weathered man who's been on the crew of his ship for many years now. He has a wife, three children, four grand children, and fifth on the way. "What shall we do!?"
"Hold firm," He says. "Prepare all we have. We are returning to Terra."
The man scrambles away, tripping over himself to relay the orders he was given while the Emperor looks back at the mayhem around him. Running the numbers in his mind, he was certain barely 1/10th of these men would make it out of this if nothing changed.
The ship jerks and groans as it's hailed upon by enemy firepower. It's so loud, he almost misses it- the crackling sound of the communication system.
"My Emperor- someone is hailing us-"
Likely one of the other ships in the fleet, probably telling him they were going down or were about to. More men and women to be added to his list of people to mourn.
"I don't recognize this signal-"
Was it the xenos, then? Preparing to make demands-
"It- it's coming from the warp?!"
He doesn't need to hear more.
"Open it."
His men look at him, dancing on his last nerve with their hesitation, but the line opens, and a voice he hasn't heard in a few hundred years comes through.
"Well isn't this interesting," You sound the same as you had back then. "Does the great Emperor of Mankind need a hand?"
There is no imaging, but he can see your face in his mind clearly- how you're probably grinning like the madwoman you are.
"When you told me that I had not seen the last of you, I was sure it was a threat upon my life," He says.
"Oh, it was," He has to force himself not to smile. "But I do need you alive if I'm gonna kill you."
Fair enough. Someone in the room yells about insult and insubordination, but he lets your words slide- like always. Malcador would be shaking his head if he were here, reminding the two of you that this was not the time for flirting.
"Heads up-"
It's only one ship that rips from the warp without ceremony, nothing that would make anyone believe the tides have turned, but he he knew you- knew what you were capable of. Their odds have gone up considerably.
"I see you still don't know what you're doing," He says as he watches your ship move erratically.
"That's not what you said when we-"
"Enough. We will talk later."
Your laughter rings through his ears, much clearer to him now that you were so close and he could reach you better psychically. It was as if you were standing at his side again. In fact, if he wanted, he could conjure the memory of the way you stand with your hands on your hips, eyes always ahead, always searching for more adventure, more life.
You were never to be tamed, not even by him.
His sons have not a drop of you in them, but part of him does wonder if he'd somehow given Jaghatai some part of you anyway. But that was a thought for another day- now was the time to focus on the battle ahead.
"Fine then," You say. "Shall we dance, Neoth?"
"If you insist."
There is no warning, no request for his orders, no questions asked. Communication is cut, and your ship opens fire on the enemy, and as it does, he feels the warp rip open again- a second ship barreling through, already firing as well. A pride he hasn't felt in some time rolls through him knowing who was likely on that second vessel.
He looks at his own men, frozen and unsure, and narrows his eyes. He doesn't need to say anything- the moment one of them catches his gaze, they all start moving. Your two ships circle the group of xenos ships surrounding his, firing from the outside while he gives the order to let loose from the inside. It's a scene remnant of some ancient film the two of you watched together all those thousands of years ago, and he finally allows the smallest of smiles to grace his face.
Your aid gives the whole fleet a second wind like none other, the other ships pulling themselves in line and fighting back with full force. His helmsman catches a hole in the barricade of xenos ships trapping his, and makes for it without needing to be told. They slam through debris, but it's nothing that can't be fixed.
The enemy breaks, and attempts to retreat. The Emperor does not allow them to. It's finally his turn to advance, his fleet running the ambushers down until there is nothing left.
There's always a kind of silence that comes after a battle as all those involved let themselves process before continuing onward. It's not a silence he's ever liked to sit in for long, but he's always let his soldiers take what they needed.
"My Emperor," Someone says quietly. "One of the unknown ships has started circling us."
"Let it." He says. "What is the status of the second?"
"It's still, highness. No signs of aggression."
He nods once.
"Re-open communications with our saviors. We owe them thanks."
The speakers crackle and hum. You take your time answering him, which doesn't surprise him in the slightest. But you will pick up, he knows you will.
"Neoth."
He says your name in turn.
"I hope you don't mind that I brought the boys along to our little date," You tease.
"Not at all. I am glad to see my sons are doing well."
"Ah ah ah-" He knows you're grinning again- he can hear it in your voice. "Our sons."
He could correct you, but he chooses not to. The two of them abandoned him to follow you, and he'd let them. They were yours by right, even if not by blood. However..
"Our?"
"I think it's time we discussed a custody arrangement if you're going to be getting yourself into more trouble like this."
The Emperor laughs.
Oh, how he'd missed you all these years. Perhaps it was time the two of you discussed more than just custody- perhaps it was time you discussed your return to his side where you were meant to be.
I wasn't planning on posting anything today cause I don't feel great, but I had a thought about The Emperor and I must share it.
I don't think Big E would hate the idea of his sons falling in love with a baseline human.
I have a whole long rambling defense of him that I wont get fully into right now, but what I will say, is that Big E loves humanity, and it makes sense that he would encourage his sons to love humanity. That's who they're fighting for, after all.
Now, that doesn't mean he's open about it, but I can imagine him finding ways to nudge his sons closer to a human they seem to care for. Giving them reasons to linger on planets, or putting certain people in certain positions to keep them close to his sons.
Things that go unnoticed simply because no one cares to think Big E would act that way.
If people think he disapproves, he believes that his sons will work harder to guard them from him. And if they can protect their lovers from The Emperor, they can protect their lovers from anyone.
Which also means he gets upset when his sons abandon their loves out of fear of his reaction to them. He sees it as a failing, and will secretly ensure that person is still somewhat looked after because it makes him feel something he really doesn't like.
Guilt over his own actions.
But if a son were to hold his ground? Stand between him and their lover?
Oh, the pride he would feel.
Sure, he might still give them a hard time, but it's only to make extra sure his son is prepared for what may come next.
The only person, in his mind, who cannot find love, is himself. But that is a different conversation.
I was scrolling through your popular posts, as one does, and I came across a few of your Project Hail Mary ideas. Specifically, the one about Grace and Rocky meeting another alien and the Uncanny Valley effect.
that gave me an idea.
PHM x Warhammer.
I'm just imagining Ryland being So Freaking Nervous when meeting an Astartes (or group of them) after the Hail Mary is found in deep space, clearly lost and not answering their calls to communicate
The way I just cackled
I'm just imagining the Hail Mary gets yoinked ahead in time by Big E because Astrophage is once again a problem, but its been so long, there's no cure anymore and he can't be losing his empire to a star sickness from thousands of years ago.
Grace staring way up at an astartes, a man who's definitely human he thinks, but way bigger in ways he's not sure is entirely normal. That's scary enough, but think about Rocky too
He's used to the sounds Grace and his body makes, but astartes have whole extra organs. They're Grace shaped, but they sound wrong in ways he doesn't know how to explain.
This is what humanity becomes after they save the stars. It's a shock to them both, and it takes a lot of time for either of them to really accept what they're looking at. And what about Erid? Is it still around? Are the Eridians still alive?
And if it's pre-heresy? The Primarchs would be beyond terrifying for them both. Massive monsters of men, twice their size but still somehow human.
Grace would have a lot to say about the experimentation Big E has been doing with humanity, and I fear he may not be able to keep his mouth shut.
