Based on [this thought]. Konrad's last moments with his creature (he's a girl dad in my heart I fear)
His little creature was fearless. You shied away from nothing, and proudly stood tall and perfectly mad at his side. After all, what on any planet could be more frightening than your father and big brothers?
The answer?
His death.
"Please- please, no-" You were clinging to him, fear filling your face. It disgusted him. You weren't supposed to be afraid of this, not after how many times he warned you it was coming. You should have been prepared. Should have taken the ship he left for you filled with your brothers all waiting for you to take his place as their master, and run off.
"Dad, come on, you can't- please- I can't do this without you!"
When did you stop calling him papa? He doesn't remember. Sometime in your teens, he thinks. At the time, he'd welcomed the word dad over the childishness of papa, but now he missed it.
He missed how small you used to be. How he could practically hold you in one hand and have room in his palm to spare. He missed how you used to climb all over him like he was some kind of toy while loudly declaring that he was your favorite. That he was the biggest, the scariest, the coolest. He missed your smile, how it took up your entire face and always made him feel a little sick for keeping you when he should have just given you to someone else.
But no, he'd been selfish. He'd refused to hand you over. And now here you were, the mistress of a legion of villainous big brothers who would burn the galaxy and the warp if it meant you stayed with them.
He touches your face, soft and tear-stained, smearing his own blood over your cheek as he tries to wipe the tears away. You make a noise like you're dying and it hurts.
"Don't go- we- we can fix you. Sev- Sev and I can find someone to fix you!"
Your pleas meant little in the face of the truth before you. There was no fixing him. No bringing him back. You'd saved him in so many ways, but this was one battle you were going to lose whether you wanted to or not.
"Hush, creature," His voice is weak. "There is…nothing to be scared of…here…"
"But I am scared. I don't want to live without you!"
"You…will..."
You were the shining light of the Night Lords. The only one who could drag them from the darkness and save them from themselves. You could- you would- pull them from chaos back into the hands of the Imperium where his brothers would welcome them. All because you would make it happen. You would fight. Argue. Stand with all ten toes down and tell every one of them that your brothers could be redeemed. And you'd be right.
You would have a man at your side in shining gold with tired eyes who needed his own kind of redemption from misery that lasts far too long. You'd give it to him. You'd lay your hands upon him and promise him better days. And he would follow you anywhere. Sevatar would hate it, he'd push between you two as a proper elder brother should. But he would accept the man you cared for eventually, simply because he would prove worthy of you time and time again, and leave the First Captain no choice but to share his spot beside you.
You'd have a son called Konrad, who you'd whisper stories to about the man he was named after.
Yes- this was the future he always saw for you. It hadn't changed. You would be happy. You would live far longer than any of them realized. Perpetual, and never ending. Wicked creature. Perfect daughter. Oh, how you'd thrive.
You didn't need him. You would be just fine on your own. He'd raised you surprisingly well, and anything he missed, Sevatar would teach in his stead. You'd keep your favorite brother with you through ages untold simply because you would will him to live, and he would not deny you.
A cold, clawed hand pulls you down to lay your head upon his chest. You crumple against him without a single attempt to fight it.
You sob into him while he pets your hair. He has nothing to say, nothing that would truly soothe you. So instead he would hold you until air stopped filling his lungs, and his hearts ceased to beat under his ribcage.
"Please don't leave me- please-!"
He says your name- the one he gave you because you hadn't had one back then.
"Don't let them…take what's yours…" The legion. Your brothers. Your pride. Your light. Protecting it all was going to be hard, and even though he already knows you'll succeed, he also knows that he has to encourage you anyway. Because despite everything you witnessed living with him, you were still soft.
He'd taught you to kill, to maim, to hurt people when they dared to hurt you. And in turn, you taught him that even the worst of men could be saved. He didn't want you to forget that, even for a moment. He wanted you to remember that he thought you were strong, and brave, and stupid, and insane, and his.
"In Darkness, all Men are Equal... Save from those who embrace It. " — This emo nerd who probably has Evanescence playing on his helmet's audio system.
Vitiligo buff dude jumpscare.
I already drew like, 2 big handsome still acting "chapter masters", might aswell draw another one because, well what if they need a cousin and a friend? What if they they get sick of eachother?
OKAY I SWEAR IMMA REST AND WORK ON *********** AFTER THIS ONE, THIS IS THE LAST ONE FOR A WHILE.
Kayvaan Shrike (shrike ALSO being a type of Bird, because... Corvus Corax that's why), Youngest Ever Astartes to become Chapter Master of the Raven Guard, and his Very gorgeous cursed vitiligo that IS slowly turning him all white because that's how I imagine Raven Raven's genes working, forming these soft feather like patterns slowly curling around theyr skin and taking over theyr bodies.
Downside, he does look like someone splashed milk all over him.
Also Takahe DAMNATION meme, because... I mean BECAUSE I WANTED TO THATS WHY. We should draw ALL BIRD memes as Raven Guard or Blood Angels or Blood Ravens, Just because. These are 2625x3500 digital drawings, made on Ibispaint, using Kayvaan Shrike's gorgeous and Very emo hair having JoyToy as reference. Also The progression, because gatekeeping IS Heresy.
can i get one uhh vulkan straight up jorkin it? crankin in? beatin his schlong?
Your wish is my command!!!🫡 decided to combine this with a yearning!! because I feel like that’s what he would do in this situation. This isn’t just you know good old fun times, but a moment of damn I miss my partner…
Requested Tags for All Works: @beckyninja @runin64 @ilovewolvezz @pippinsquishums @warhorny-on-main
Masterlist
Lion El'Jonson
Will walk the entirety of the fortress/ship that he's on, checking that the watch rotations are alert.
If Lion finds another having insomnia, he will lurk nearby them for at least an hour.
When on his homeworld, he'll check that his loved ones are safe and fast asleep.
Reads old Calibinate legends.
When aboard the Invincible Reason, he'll go to the observation deck and watch storms on planetary surfaces from orbit.
Walk the gardens barefoot, reminds him of when he was a child before the knights found him.
Forgotten Primarch
Invented the double decker cookie waffle sandwich for such scenarios.
Collects their honor guard to come have a sleep over.
Puts Supreme Emperor King General Captain Mr.Fluffypants of the 2nd legion back in his warded cell so he can't disturb their rest anymore.
Fulgrim
Restores damaged artwork from conquered worlds.
A long warm bath.
If its really bad, he has a hangar secured and all personnel leave then works on repairing various vehicles himself.
Sees what his partner is up to.
Perturabo
Draws blueprints for elaborate beautiful structures.
Add additions to his secret miniature city.
Makes improvements around the ship/fortress and will be annoyed when no one notices the changes later.
Quietly sits by his loved ones, watching over them for a moment as they sleep.
Jaghatai Khan
Has tea with the navigators while they trade stories of strange places that they've seen.
Pardons some of his gene-sons from watch as to challenge them to a race, even if its just through the ship's empty corridors.
Stands by the ship's engines as the sound they make remind him of the wind.
If his partner is asleep, he'll listen to a recording of them playing music.
Takes his jetbike through empty hangars and launch bays.
Leman Russ
Sneaks down to the refectorium and cooks himself a late night snack.
Drinking and wrestling contests with his gene-sons.
Ends up carrying exhausted gene-sons back to their bunks after they overestimated themselves.
Walk the fortress/ship with his wolves.
Tell stories till everyone else falls asleep.
Check the calendar and depending on the day, collect 'toe bean tax' from his wolves.
Rogal Dorn
Reviews fortress schematics "just for a moment" and will proceed to work till dawn.
Quietly fixes things no one noticed were broken.
Use to check on his sleeping nephew when he was on Terra.
Watches his partner sleep to make sure he didn't accidentally wake them up.
Konrad Curze
Watches the rain fall.
When planet side, he will perch up on buildings or gargoyles. When aboard a ship, he'll perch on the highest structure.
Rearrange his bone collection.
Writes fragmented notes after prophetic nightmares s he heard journaling your dreams will help improve them.
Watches the crew and his gene-sons move through the corridors unnoticed.
Tends to wait till sheer exhaustion forces him to sleep
Sanguinius
Sketches sceneries or his gene-sons.
Plays quiet music for his wounded gene sons. Would later also play it for his gene-sons sealed in dreadnoughts after a friend told him that they likely can still hear things in their enduced sleep.
Creates memorial plates for his fallen gene-sons so they may be installed in the hall of the fallen on Baal.
Flies around the hangars once everyone is asleep.
Admire his sleeping partner as he hopes the future he's seen never happens.
Ferrus Manus
Repairs damaged weapons personally.
Works in his forge till someone alerts him that is now morning.
Sharpens his designated fidget tools, tools that truly don't need sharpening.
Builds gadgets from whatever idea occurs to him then.
Forgotten Primarch
Gets bound and cocooned in blankets by their gene-sons after the sleep terror accident that led them to get a new flagship.
Angron
Trains until exhaustion.
Wanders the ship trying to outpace the pain in his head.
Sometimes sits alone in complete silence, remembering his fellow slaves and his partner.
Rub the scrap of fabric he has from his partner again his cheek or rest it across his eyes.
Watches old gladiatorial recordings from Nuceria.
Quietly checks on wounded World Eaters after battles.
Roboute Guilliman
Writes letters to his brothers and gene-sons that he'll never actually send.
Walks the gardens and plant new flowers himself.
Visits the hall of Hera after the death of his adoptive mother.
Works on his book that he's been privately working on.
Mortarion
Studies toxins and antidotes.
Tend to his terrarium when he's aboard his ship, when on his homeworld he visits his greenhouse.
Does maintenance on his respirator.
Reads alone where no one will disturb him.
Maybe request a dish be made by a certain someone.
Magnus the Red
Has philosophical debates with his gene-sons that are still awake, ends up forgetting that he intended to sleep in the first place.
Copies ancient texts by hand to better understand them.
Accidentally spends eight hours researching one obscure footnote.
Horus Lupercal
Checks casualty reports personally.
Play cards with any of his gene-sons, like the Mournival.
Checks the moral of his legion informally.
Shares coffee with whatever officer is still awake.
If on Terra then he'll try to visit his father.
Lorgar Aurelian
Reads his scriptures after ensuring the shrine is clean.
Goes to his consort for help in sleeping, be it one of the elixirs or something else.
Ensures all of the candles are still lit.
Meditates for hours.
Vulkan
Forges gifts for his brothers and gene-sons.
Repair items for civilians.
Brings hot food for workers aboard the ship that are on the late shift.
Makes clothes and blankets for refugees.
Cleans and maintenances the forges as he hums Nocturnean songs.
Corvus Corax
Writes down the names off all of the Raven Guards lost in battle.
Plays rainfall recordings as he reads detective stories.
Tucks in any of his gene-sons that had been so tired that they had fallen asleep on top of their bed's blanket.
Alpharius & Omegan
Rearrange items in each other's rooms to see if the other notices.
Leave impossible riddles for their legion to solve.
Pretend to be ordinary legionaries for the evening.
Meet each other in secret as to sleep on the same bed as it always worked to get them to rest when they were young children.
Tw: fouls language, sexual content, rough sexual content.
As always not proof read.
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Watching the light dance through the silvered strands of Garviel Lokens hair, you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to tangle your fingers through it, tugging him closer as your lips brushed his, your tongue-
"Does that sound amenable to you?"
You reluctantly pulled your eyes away from the marine and returned them to source of the voice.
Horus Lupercal sat at the head of the table, eyebrow raised slightly and mouth twisted in a thin smile as he waited for your reply.
Behind him, loken and 3 other men stood in full plate. His mournival, you believed he called them. You could feel each of them surveying you through narrowed eyes.
You glanced down at the peace accord sat on the table before you and quickly flicked over the agreement, frowning slightly as you read the last point.
"How long have we been doing this, Warmaster" you sighed, pushing the document away and reaching for your wineglass. "2 weeks?"
Horus nodded, eyes pinning you in place.
"At this point, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to move this along. We want nothing more than peace to return to our skies." You took a sip from your goblet.
"That's rather hard to do with your gunships and your soldiers"
Horus bared his teeth, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"If you had agreed to our initial terms we could have moved on much earlier."
"Oh, but then who would've kept you company all these long days"
Horus snorted and waved you away.
"Oh your company has been... delightful"
"Such a gentleman"
You both sat in silence for a moment, remembering the bitter fights that had come from 14 days of failed peace talks.
"What an ass" you thought grimly
From the scowl on Horus' face, he must've had an identical thought.
You took a long, deep drink and shook your head, embittered.
"As charismatic and respectful as you may think you are being Horus, I still find your terms to be exactly the opposite"
His guard shifted uneasily at your use of his name rather than title and you watched as the stern red haired marine snarled and gripped the butt of his pistol.
"I think our terms are most fair" Horus said slowly, restraint evident in his tone.
You rolled your eyes and leant back in your chair.
"Well it doesn't matter now. I'm desperate to be rid of you"
You made no secret of hiding the warm look you threw back to Loken, grinning as the mans face flushed before he turned away.
"Well...most of you" you smirked.
Horus' eyes flicked between you and his soldier.
"Everyone out" he barked suddenly.
"My lord, we dont-"
"Out!"
His guard hastened to oblige and you winked at Garviel as he marched past, red faced and tight lipped.
As the door to Horus' office snapped shut, all pretence of politeness fell away. You watched the man before you pick up his own, much larger glass and twirl it between his fingers, eyes narrowed and fixed on you.
"Of all the people I have met, you are by far the most infuriating" He tapped the table and pointed to the accord. "Sign the damn peace treaty so I don't have to look at you any more"
You chuckled and lent forward over the table, the low cut of your deep blue dress revealing the swell of your breasts.
"Oh but you like looking at me, don't you?" You teased, dripping your voice low as you trailed a finger along the edge of your collar.
A muscle in Horus' jaw twitched and his fingers tightened around the stem of his goblet.
"Stop making this harder than it needs to be"
"I'm sorry, am I making this.....hard?"
You emphasised the last word and Horus swallowed dryly, gaze flicking quickly from your exposed skin back to your face.
"Is that why you've been such a pain in my arse?"
You laughed and lent back in your seat, enjoying the deepening scowl spreading over the primarchs face. "Because you're just desperate for my attention?"
"Not only do you disrespect me" Horus growled "but you heckle my men" He slammed an open palm down onto the table. " I don't need you pawing at Captain Loken"
"I'll do more than that if he lets me" you bit your lower lip and sighed.
"Enough!" He spat sharply "This is MY crusade, MY mission. You deal with ME"
"Ooh, are we jealous?"
The warmaster ire was rising rapidly and you sneered as you watched the calm, collected facade crack.
"I should kill you now" he snarled. "Wipe that pretty little smile off your face"
"You think I'm pretty?" You toyed, fluttering your lashes at him. He pause, if only for a moment.
"keep running your mouth and I'll be forced to shut you up" he finally grumbled.
"Me running my mouth?" You bit back, "you're the one acting like you're better than everyone else, then acting like a stroppy child when you don't get your way"
Horus didn't reply, choosing instead to gulp a mouthful of the potent wine.
You leaned closer, swirling the ruby liquid in your goblet.
"I wonder what your men would think if they knew the kind of tantrums you threw behind closed doors."
Horus' eyes narrowed and he placed his own glass down with a heavy thump. Rising slowly from the table, he stalked towards you, kicking your chair back and placing both hands on the arms to cage you in.
"You need to remember your place" he growled. "You are here by my leave only. As soon as I am bored of you..."
The threat hung in the air for a moment.
You smiled broadly and then tipped your wine onto the floor, splattering up Horus' leg.
"Oops
The glass flew from your hand, backhanded against the wall and shattering in a hail of crystaline shards.
The primarch's fingers locked around your throat, grip tightening until your head felt light and your heart hammered desperately.
"Little bitch" Horus hissed, jaw working as he chewed the insult and spat it out.
You tried to laugh, lungs wheezing out a pathetic huff. His grip lingered for a moment longer before he released you, the man breathing almost as heavily as you as you gulped down lungfulls of air.
"It's a shame, Horus" you coughed, rubbing your throat.
"What" he snapped, glaring down at you.
You rose slowly to your feet and brushed a stray hair away from your face. Gathering the documents in your hands, you shuffled them before turning back to the war master.
"This was so appealing when I first saw you" you gestured to his face and body. You splayed a hand over his stomach, feeling the tense muscle beneath his shirt coil at your touch.
"So, so appealing" you looked up at him, trailing your finger in a lazy circle as the primarchs jaw hung open slightly at the sudden change in atmosphere.
"But then you had to open your big mouth" you hissed.
Horus blinked at you, lost for words for a moment. You turned on your heels and strode towards the door before he could reply, using his confusion to escape the rage you could feel still bubbling beneath his skin.
"I'll read through your proposal again and have an answer soon"
You flashed a smile over your shoulder, unable to help yourself one last time.
"In the meantime...where are the soldiers barracks?"
The next few days were a blur of meetings and formal dinners, broken up with the odd hour spent watching the Lunar wolves spar in the training cages. Though you were loathe to admit it, Horus had been as accommodating as he could considering your barbed tongue.
Or at the least, he hadn't killed you yet.
you shook your head, angry at finding yourself enjoying the heated exchange of words.
You hated him. Completely and absolutely. And tonight you were certain you could be rid of him and his loathsome ilk.
But a small part of you would miss the callous back and forth that ended each evening.
However, you couldn't help but wish you were back watching swords clash as you approached the primarchs office door once again, something in you set on edge, screaming at you that this night was different.
Straightening yourself, you smoothed the front of your dress; a snow white deep cut gown matching the colour of his legion. You checked your appearance in the polished steel wall of the ship before you continued: The halter neckline plunged into a deep V that drew the eye to the intricate lace vines and flowers that framed your silhouette. Delicate side cutouts at your waist offered fleeting glimpses of your bare skin with each step you took. The airy fabric spooled loosely over your hips and brushed around your ankles, whispering over the floor in a faint breeze.
You nodded and wiped a stray eyelash from your cheek before steeling yourself. You could feel your hatred of the war master and his so called imperium boiling beneath your skin as you raised your hand and knocked on the door. But as you plastered a fake smile across your lips, you knew that peace for your world hinged heavily on appeasing the egotist who opened the door with a predatory grin.
"Such a shame" you thought to yourself as you dropped into a curtsey.
"A body like that, wasted on an asshole"
"Welcome, My lady"
Horus rubbed a hand over his face as he watched the second hand on the clock slowly tick down. Waiting for your arrival was setting his teeth on edge.
He loathed you, his fingers itching towards his golden sword every time you opened your mouth.
He drummed his fingers over the table before growling and jumping to his feet, unable to sit still.
His body was tense all over, anger boiling beneath the surface as the image of your smug grin flashed through his mind.
He tossed his head like a bull, huffing as he tried to throw the thought from his head. Unbidden it was replaced by the memory of you trailing your hand over your bust, fingers teasing at the fabric; the feeling of your hand pressed to his abdomen as you looked up at him from beneath long lashes.
He imagined the light leaving your eyes as he throttled the breath from your body.
He imagined caressing your waist as he pulled you close for a heated kiss.
He cursed you silently, regretting every second he had spent in your throne damned company, dragging out his temper and waking something in his body.
He was wretched from his thoughts as the sound of knuckles on metal reverberated through the office. Long strides carried him to the door quickly and he swung it open with more force than he had intended.
"Welcome, my lady" he said through gritted teeth.
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The room was lit only by the soft flickering of a promethium lamp, turned low in the middle of the table. It was almost romantic, had it not been for the primarch prowling the edge of your vision like a hungry predator. You felt his eyes travel up and down your body as you rose from your curtsey and stepped through the doorway towards the table.
"Good evening" you replied, ignoring the tense atmosphere as you walked around the table, dragging your finger across its pitted wooden surface as you paced sounds it's edge
Watching you carefully, Horus closed the door and, after a moment of hesitation, clocked the lock shut. You swallowed and tried to ignore the flare of alarm that coursed through you.
"Have you decided to be reasonable?" The war master asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the locked door.
"I have always been reasonable" you huffed, reluctant to sit as the primarch stood deathly still in the shadows.
"You are the one acting like a classless boor"
Horus sighed and pushed off the door, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward to lean heavily on the table.
"I grow tired of these games"
"Well good, you're not fun to play with anyway" you shot back immediately.
A snarl rumbled through the mans chest as he quickly closed the gap between you and slammed a sheet down in front of you. You met his scowl with a glare equally as ferocious before allowing yourself to glance down.
"What is this"
"New terms, as suggested by my father after word reached him of your...agrievement" he clicked his tongue behind his teeth.
You pinched the page between your fingers and brought it to your face, glossing over the elegent hand writing to find the main point of the message.
"You've got to be kidding me" you shouted, crumpling the letter.
"I'm not overjoyed either" Horus bit back.
"I will not marry you" you snarled, throwing the balled paper at the war master and watching it bounce off his chest. "You're a power hungry egomaniac and I'll be dead before I marry you"
Horus watched the missive bounce to the floor. eyes narrowing, you stepped back, realising your pressed your luck too far.
"Do you think I like the idea any more than you?" He grumbled, taking a large step towards you "do you think I don't know what you've been doing? Coming here dressed like that. Did you think it would distract me? Do you think me a weak man? That I would cave to these urges?"
He knelt down, still a head taller than you.
"Listen to me." His voice dangerously low. "These are your options; political marriage, sign the accord, or-" he paused, making sure he had your complete attention. "I wipe your little city from the face of the planet and take it by force"
You stilled, chewing your lip as you realised a decision had to be made.
"Why couldn't you just leave us alone" you whispered.
"Because it all belongs to me" his eyes glinted in the dimming light and you recoiled slightly. "Your planet, your city...you. it all belongs to me. Mine by right. Or by blood."
You spat on the floor and sucked in a breath between your teeth.
"Go fuck yourself Horus" You raised your hand, your palm sweeping towards the primarch's cheek. He caught you easily before the blow landed and sneered down at you.
"Why don't do you do it yourself" he pressed your hand against his crotch and your breath caught in your throat feeling him hard and throbbing beneath his trousers.
"I hate you" you hissed through gritted teeth, but not pulling away, Your wrist still clenched in Horus' grasp. "I *HATE* you"
The war master bared his teeth in a feral grin and rose to his feet, forcing you back up against the wall, your bodies so close they almost touched. He lifted your hand away from his groin and pinned it against the cool metal, pressing his hips towards you.
"Hate me harder" his voice husky as his hips jerked forward.
You couldn't think straight, hate telling you to kick and scream, your body telling you to submit.
"You act like you don't want it" Horus took a knee again and pressed his lips to your throat, chuckling as you tilted your head back and closed your eyes before realising what you'd done and shoving him away.
"You're getting off on this" you finally replied, mouth feeling dry.
Horus laughed, low and dangerous.
"So are you" He slid a hand under your dress, brushing the inside of your thigh and withdrawing before you could shove him away, his fingers coming back slick.
"You hate me so much, but you're so wet for me"
You opened your mouth to reply, to spit and swear, but as the insult rose in your throat the primarch pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth to taste you and you moaned, flickering your tongue over his before biting down.
Apparently the wrong thing to do.
Horus groaned, pressing himself harder to you, mouth moving desperately against yours as his hands began to wonder over your body.
"You're such- an ass-" you gasped, rolling your head back as he released your lips to graze his teeth down your throat.
In response a hand drifted down, cupping your rear and squeezing. His other hand followed and you squeaked as you found yourself lifted into the air and placed unceremoniously on the table, glasses and paperwork scattering as Horus lay you down. A heavy hand placed either side of your head had you caged in, the primarch staring down at you like a cat who'd caught a bird. He trailed his gaze over your dress and smirked, watching you pant.
"Where has all that venom gone" the war master teased, reaching out and ripping open the fabric of your dress to free your breasts.
His tongue flicked over your nipple before his lips closed around it and sucked. Your back arched, your only response a soft moan.
"If I knew this was all it took-" he released your breast with a wet pop and feathered kisses along your stomach "to get you to shut your mouth would've put you on your back days ago"
"Pig"
He was silent, too busy shredding apart the remaining silk of your dress to leave you naked and flushed before him.
You could feel him devouring your body with his eyes, your skin prickling as you looked up at him to find his lips parted and pupils blown wide. You could see his cock straining against his trousers as he slowly ran his hands over your thighs.
For a moment, you forgot everything, lost in desire and his easy smile and the feeling of his thumb rubbing a slow circle over your clit as he pressed a finger inside you.
"So wet" he murmured, curling his finger and watching your squirm beneath his touch. He watched you writhe and twitch as he curled his finger and thrust, waiting until you were dragged towards the edge before pulling his fingers out, leaving you dangling so close to finish.
"What the fuck" you hissed, your body aching with need.
Horus laughed and dropped to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and locking his mouth over your core, tongue lathing over your clit as he sucked and kissed.
Your body tensed and you threw your head back with a moan as you came, your whole body twitching, bliss flooding through your body.
"Oh fuck" you choked out, Horus' tongue still lapping at your folds.
Finally relenting, the primarch raised his head, slick coating his mouth and chin. You looked at each other, an uneasy but pleasant tension in the air, you almost smiled.
Then you remembered the accord, the threat to your world
His smug grin as he threatened to burn your home to the ground.
"I'm glad your mouth is useful for something other than spouting crap" you hummed, cocking and eyebrow at Horus
"And who knew such a sour bitch could have such a sweet cunt" he bit back immediately.
You huffed and rolled your eyes, glancing about at the shreds of pearly fabric littered around you.
"You'll need to find me clothes before I leave" you barked, wiggling yourself to the edge of the table. "Unless you want your men to know you're an animal?"
"Leave?"
Something in the war masters tone gave you pause and you looked up to see him unbuckling his trousers.
"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet"
You watch with wide eyes as Horus pulled himself free. Thick and throbbing, his cock bobbed slightly until it's own weight. Precum leaked from the ruddy tip and coating the shaft as he palmed himself.
"Nothing smart to say" Horus asked, reaching out and gripping your chin.
He spun you and pressed your chest down to the wood, still warm and damp form where you had been moments before.
"No matter" he continued, rubbing the tip through your folds.
"I'm sick of hearing you talk anyway"
You felt the heat from his body as he leant over you, chest pressed to your back as he whispered in your ear:
"Now I want to hear you scream"
He pressed forward and you tensed, back and neck arching upwards as you felt the stretch of him filling you inch by inch.
It won't fit! You wanted to scream.
Yours walls twitched and spasmed around him and Horus grunted, feeling your body fighting to take his girth.
"That's it, be a good girl for once" he groaned.
Your body trembled as you came around him, his size pushing you over the edge as he buried himself inside you. You heard him choke out a sound as he you clenched around his length and he stilled, sucking in a deep breath to calm himself.
"Like that?" He finally murmured in your ear, slowly pulling himself almost all the way back out, leaving just the weeping tip buried in your cunt.
You blinked up at him over your shoulder, bleary eyed from the strain.
"Is...is it in yet?"
Horus grimaced, placing a heavy hand on the back of your head and pressing your face down to the table.
"Shut up" he snarled, slamming his hips against yours. You felt like your body would give out as he drove himself back in, over and ove, rrutting into your heat.
Your eyes rolled back in your head, nails clawing at the table as he buried himself up to the hilt with each thrust. You finally broke and cried out as the primarch lifted your leg and propped your knee on the table, spreading you wider as he fucked you. His fingers found your clit and rubbed firm circles against the nerve, driving you mad as quakes racked through your body.
His hand still pressed to your skull grabbed a fistfull of hair and pulled you upwards
“See if we can teach you some manners”
Your cried out again, the harsh arch of your spine only adding to aches coursing through your body.
“say please don’t stop, Horus” he hissed.
“F-fuck you” you replied, voice breaking with each thrust.
Horus tutted, tugging on your hair again and grinning as he felt another orgasm rock through your body.
“Say it”
You gritted your teeth, refusing to obey until you felt him begin to slow, the fire in your belly dying down as his thrusts became slow and shallow.
“say. It”
“…please”
“Please what?”
“please don’t stop”
“See? Manners go a long way.”
You sneered, but quickly flopped forward as he resumed his harsh tempo, his balls slapping against your clit with every motion as both his hands moved to your hips to hold you in place.
Beneath the fog in your mind, you fumed at having begged the war master, your revenge quickly forming.
You looked over your shoulder at him, blinking up through tears spiked lashes until he met your gaze. A lazy smile crept across your face as you tightened your muscles and clenched around him deliberately.
Horus gasped, his chest hiccuping as you did it again.
“If you ask nicely” you smiled “maybe I’ll let you cum inside me”
Horus’ eyes widened and you drive your hips back to meet him, whimpering his name without breaking eye contact. You could feel his hips stutter, the movement becoming uncoordinated as you whispered and sighed and cried his name.
“Fuck” he growled, chest heaving in great billows of air as he struggled to control himself.
“Ask nicely”
“You little- hng!” he shuddered as you squeezed around his cock again, feeling him throb inside you.
“Please” he gasped “please let me cum inside”
“See? Manners go a long way” you copied back at him. His grip on your hips became bruising, his eyes holding a mixture of raging hate and boiling desire.
“since you asked nicely…” you lay back down flat on the table arms bent by your head as you arched your back as high as it would go.
“cum inside me” you breathed, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the electricity coursing through your veins.
Horus moaned your name as he came, his voice cracking as he trembled. You felt his cock twitch and throb as thick hot ropes filled you and leaked down your thighs. He pulled out abruptly and you gasped, feeling more cum splatter over your rear and lower back.
You lay still for a moment, listening to the heavy pants of the war master and your own heartbeat thunder in your ears. You willed some kind of life back into your legs, urging them to response but found them lacking.
Heavy steps passed by you and you jumped as you felt a warm, heavy piece of course fabric land across your body. Groaning from aches that you knew would not pass quickly, you rolled over and sat up, finding Horus’ shirt stretched across the table.
You looked at it, then up at the primarch, watch the broad expanse of his back as he poured himself a glass of wine and chugged the whole thing in one.
“Clean yourself and cover yourself up” he said, not bothering to turn around.
“how generous of you” you grimaced, wiping yourself down with a massive sleeve before slipping the shirt on over your head and drowning in the rough cotton.
You both stood in uneasy silence, the realization dawning on both of you.
“I suppose I will see you tomorrow to finalize our peace treaty” you finally coughed, face growing warm as Horus turned and finally looked at you. You felt more vulnerable wearing his shirt that you had spread naked beneath him.
“Yes” he said slowly “I suppose so”
You nodded and steeled yourself, stepping towards the door.
“Just so you know…”
Your fingers in the handle, you turned back at Horus’ voice.
Konrad Curze saves a baseline child who ends up sticking to him because they're alone and scared and he's "big and spooky and scares the bad people away" and he tries so hard to get rid of them without violence cause come on he's not a complete monster but fails and ends up becoming an unwilling adoptive father who just carries his baby everywhere cause he cant trust any of these assholes [his sons] to watch them thats it thats the post
Through an accounting error of truly imperial proportions the Administratum has frozen every legion’s budget and each primarch is informed that until the matter is resolved they must somehow raise funds themselves.
The Emperor calls it an opportunity to demonstrate initiative, Malcador calls it extremely funny.
Lion El’Jonson
The Lion refuses to explain his finances to anyone. He announces an exclusive survival experience on Caliban where wealthy nobles may pay an obscene entrance fee for the honour of hunting alongside the Dark Angels. They are given ceremonial weapons, expensive cloaks and absolutely no useful information about what lives in the forest.
The Lion disappears into the trees without warning, half the guests are lost within an hour and the survivors return three days later, traumatised, missing shoes and convinced they have experienced a profound spiritual awakening. They charges extra for extraction and the Dark Angels raise enough money to fund three campaigns, though nobody is entirely certain how many guests came back.
Fulgrim
He immediately understands that the legion possesses the most valuable commodity in the galaxy: himself. He commissions a series of tasteful signed portraits in increasingly elaborate armour. There are standard prints, metallic prints, scented prints, holographic prints and one extremely expensive edition where Fulgrim has personally applied a single brushstroke. Collectors begin fighting over serial numbers.
The Emperor’s Children also release calendars, commemorative coins, perfume, statuettes and a lavish book titled The Art of Fulgrim: Volume One of Twelve. The Legion’s finances recover overnight.
Perturabo
He refuses to participate in what he calls performative financial humiliation and spends four months constructing the most efficient interplanetary shipping route ever devised. It reduces journey times by 40%, avoids warp instability, includes fortified rest stations and can withstand a direct orbital bombardment… then he installs toll gates.
Everybody must pay and nobody can avoid the route because Perturabo has strategically dismantled every inferior alternative. Within six months the Iron Warriors control a significant percentage of regional trade. Guilliman is furious because the toll system violates seventeen logistical agreements. Perturabo sends him an invoice for reviewing the complaint.
Jaghatai Khan
He looks at the legion’s bikes, at the endless Imperial shipping delays and sees an opportunity. The White Scars launch a premium courier service promising same system delivery within hours. The service becomes wildly popular because it is the only Imperial delivery network that doesn’t lose parcels for seventy years.
Customers can pay extra for express pursuit where the courier delivers while being actively chased by local authorities. Jaghatai personally delivers one small birthday package because he happens to be going that way.
Russ
Russ announces that anyone who can outdrink a Space Wolf wins a chest of Fenrisian treasure. Entry fees are enormous, thousands arrive but nobody wins. They raise further money by selling tickets to watch challengers attempt it.
Bjorn points out that the cost of repairing the hall after each evening is almost equal to their profits so Russ responds by moving the event outdoors. A noble demands a refund after discovering that the treasure is mostly carved bones, wolf pelts and a drinking horn the legion insists once belonged to a king. The king in question is Russ himself.
Dorn
Everyone laughs when Dorn proposes a bake sale and stops laughing when they see the operation. The Imperial Fists construct a fortified bakery complex with twelve production lines, regulated ingredient storage, defensive queues and exact portion control. Every cake is structurally flawless, every biscuit has identical dimensions and the gingerbread houses can survive artillery fire. Dorn personally inspects the icing for integrity.
The sale becomes the largest in Imperial history serving billions across multiple worlds. Unfortunately the food is almost aggressively plain. Fulgrim secretly adds decorations to several batches, Dorn notices immediately but allows it because sales increase by 23%.
Konrad Curze
Curze doesn’t understand why everyone is disturbed by his haunted house fundraiser. He has simply created an immersive educational experience demonstrating the consequences of criminal behaviour. Visitors enter expecting fake blood, actors and cheap scares but end up receiving a 4 hours long personalised psychological nightmare based on their secret guilt.
Attendance is enormous because people keep daring each other to go inside. The legion also sells souvenir photographs taken at the precise moment each guest realises the screams aren’t coming from hidden speakers. The Night Lords make a fortune. The fundraiser is shut down after several planetary governors confess to crimes nobody previously knew they had committed.
Sanguinius
Sanguinius merely announces that he will attend a fundraising gala and every noble within five sectors immediately purchases a ticket. He performs one dance, gives a heartfelt speech about unity and auctions a feather that fell naturally from his wing. The bidding causes a minor diplomatic incident.
Several people donate entire moons. The Blood Angels also sell paintings, jewellery, illuminated manuscripts and small handcrafted angel ornaments made by legionaries who are deeply embarrassed to be enjoying themselves.
Ferrus Manus
Ferrus considers merchandise beneath him until he discovers what civilian mechanics charge. The Iron Hands open repair stations offering vehicle maintenance, industrial reconstruction, weapon refurbishment and emergency augmentation repair. The work is excellent despite the customer service being terrifying.
A man brings in a broken agricultural engine and receives it back capable of towing a Titan. Ferrus begins selling durable tools under the brand name Manus Industrial, they become famous for never breaking.
Angron
He rejects every fundraising idea until someone suggests that people might pay the World Eaters to destroy things, suddenly he becomes interested. The Legion offers rapid demolition services for obsolete fortresses, condemned hive districts, enemy monuments and structures described vaguely as in the way. Business is excellent.
Customers are required to evacuate the area and sign a document acknowledging that precision is a flexible concept. Angron especially enjoys demolishing statues of tyrants. When a mining colony can’t afford the payment he personally destroys their overseer’s palace for free.
Roboute Guilliman
Guilliman creates a twelve stage financial recovery programme involving taxation reform, supply chain optimisation, public bonds, trade incentives, infrastructure investment and transparent accounting. It works perfectly but nobody finds it entertaining.
He publishes a practical guide titled Legionary Fiscal Stability in Times of Administrative Disruption. It sells three copies, one is sold to Dorn, Malcador and the last to Perturabo who writes furious notes in every margin. Guilliman eventually raises most of the funds by licensing Ultramar’s logistics systems to other Imperial institutions.
Mortarion
He initially declares that the Death Guard will survive without funds since they can reuse equipment, endure hardship and march without supplies. His Legion respectfully explains that ammunition still costs money so Mortarion reluctantly begins offering pest eradication services.
Toxic vermin? Fungal infestation? Mutant insects? Contaminated sewers? The Death Guard eliminates everything, often including the building. Customers are impressed by the permanent results. Mortarion refuses to advertise but word spreads after an entire agriworld is cleared of parasites in one afternoon. They also sell hardy medicinal herbs from Barbarus.
Magnus the Red
He charges tuition for lectures on history, philosophy, mathematics, astronomy, linguistics, psychic theory and subjects he invents halfway through explaining them. The courses are genuinely extraordinary, the reading list is six thousand books long and students receive additional assignments through dreams. Ahriman runs the administrative office and hasn't slept in months.
Magnus also offers personalized fortune readings to wealthy patrons but becomes annoyed when they ask shallow questions about romance and inheritance.
Horus
He convinces everyone else that funding the Luna Wolves is their own brilliant idea. Merchant dynasties offer sponsorships, planetary rulers donate resources, military manufacturers provide equipment in exchange for endorsements.
He hosts exclusive dinners where wealthy guests pay for the privilege of hearing him remember their names. By the end of the month the legion has more funds than before the budget freeze. Guilliman suspects corruption but can’t prove anything. Horus invites him to discuss it over dinner and he nearly agrees.
Lorgar
Lorgar declares that giving isn’t payment but an expression of spiritual devotion and pilgrims begin donating voluntarily. The Word Bearers produce commemorative candles, devotional scrolls, medallions, blessed bookmarks, miniature icons, premium seating at sermons and limited edition relic containers.
Erebus proposes a subscription tier and Lorgar initially objects until he sees the projected revenue. The most expensive package includes a personalised theological letter from Lorgar and priority access to new revelations.
Vulkan
The legion organises a huge public festival with food, games, crafts, smithing demonstrations, music and activities for children. Vulkan forges prizes himself and the Salamanders run cooking stalls, repair household tools for free and teach civilians basic safety skills.
The fundraiser is supposed to last one day but it continues for a week because nobody wants to leave. Vulkan spends so much money ensuring everyone is fed that the Legion initially makes almost no profit until people begin donating out of sheer affection.
Corvus
Corvus refuses public appearances but quietly publishes a small collection of poetry under a pseudonym and it becomes an enormous success. Readers describe it as haunting and profoundly moving. Corax denies writing it and the Raven Guard deny knowing who wrote it.
Every poem contains increasingly obvious references to ravens, liberation and a very specific tower on Deliverance. Collectors pay huge sums for signed copies and Corax signs them only with a tiny black feather symbol. He also runs an anonymous crowdfunding campaign for community liberation initiatives, the campaign exceeds its goal by 800%.
Alpharius and Omegon
The Alpha Legion launches a charity lottery, a private security company, a rival private security company, a campaign exposing corruption in the first company, a fund dedicated to investigating the campaign, a merchandise shop selling I Am Alpharius shirts, a second merchandise shop claiming the first is fraudulent and a reward for information about who owns either shop.
The Legion’s budget is restored but Imperial auditors can’t determine whether the Alpha Legion raised funds, stole them, invested them or somehow convinced the Administratum that the budget was never frozen.
Did a handful of primarchs sketches from some chibi bases. I actually had a lot of fun with these. I have to say that my favorites are Teacup Angron, Burger Magnus, and Balloon Jaghatai.
(Btw, it's the Emperor that's holding Fulgrim and Ferrus)
ASTRO!! Im so happy to see you on my dash again, hun 💗
Uhm, I have a request :> Would you be up to doing like maybe some either Fulgrim x reader headcanons or Corvus x reader? I'd be happy with either. Lovely to see you again!
headcanons
fugrim x reader & corvus corax x reader
author's note : hello lovely !!!! thank you so much for your request. i am always happy to hear from you. hope you enjoy !
trigger warnings : none
fulgrim x reader 。
Fulgrim is a very doting partner who is hyper aware of you, your needs, and anything that has to do with you reaching your full potential. It can be suffocating at times, which is why it’s extra important to set boundaries with him.
He’s almost always touching you and has a habit of fixing your hair, your clothes, and your makeup ( when and if you wear it. ). If you’re self-conscious, he’s more subtle about it. He’ll brush a strand of your hair back into place while distracting you with a kiss, or whisper flirtatious words in your ear when he smooths away the crinkle on your shirt.
He is, however, not a subtle primarch by nature. He has his moments, but Fulgrim prefers grandiose displays of affection.
He’ll flaunt you around and talk endlessly about his love for you. If he’s possessive, he’ll leave an all too perfect smear of lipstick on your cheek, your neck, or wherever he feels like kissing you. Sure, it might ‘ ruin the look ’ he so carefully crafted for you, but his message is clear and he’ll never stop loving the sight of his mark on you. When questioned about it, he’ll say it’s a form of ‘ artistic expression ’.
Sometimes he will let his serfs dress and undress you, but he prefers to do it himself. This can lead to long mornings spent on just getting ready. He likes to take his time so you both look your best.
He loves to see you wear something he’s made ( which, aside from painting portraits of you, is one of his favorite hobbies ). From the finest jewels mined and crafted by his hand, to the garments he designed and sewed; he can’t get enough of seeing you in his finery.
Where it comes to his hobbies, Fulgrim enjoys the clean up process as much as the act of creation itself. There is something methodical and soothing about returning his work space back to its pristine self. Bonus points if you help him and know where all of his art supplies go.
He encourages you to express yourself through art and is a surprisingly patient teacher. He is critical of your work, as one cannot grow in ignorance, but his words are gentler toward you. He’ll mold himself to be the perfect teacher, to become the best version of himself that you need to grow as an artist.
Fulgrim doesn’t let his guard down often. You are one of the few living souls who’ve seen his perfect mask slip. He isn’t afraid to be tired around you, or to air out his grievances from the day. He doesn’t do it often, as you are most precious to him and he is determined to bear the weight of both of your troubles, but he does allow himself to indulge every now and again.
corvus x reader 。
Corvus is a melancholy partner and he is susceptible to wallowing in his own misery. He does not feel deserving of you, and has told you as much. Yet you stay by his side. He does not need positive words or long winded speeches to pull him out of his emotional spiral. Your presence alone is enough for him.
If you brush his hair, he will absolutely melt and fall asleep.
Corvus is an introvert by nature and enjoys his solitude. His solitude includes you.
Sometimes you'll wake up in a blanket of darkness. Corvus doesn't mean to do it, he will occasionally slip into shadows even when he sleeps. He'll be sure to comfort you afterwards with cuddles and forehead boops.
Don't be surprised if you find gift trinkets under your pillow.
He doesn’t enjoy poetry or music. They remind him of his childhood, of the work-songs sang by the prisons of his home world, but should you write something for Corvus he will enjoy it. Just be prepared to explain your poem in excruciating detail. He wants to know the ins and outs of your work and its meaning.
He highly values your opinions and treats you as he would an equal.
Your relationship with his sons is very important to him.
He has a bad habit of getting wrapped up in watching you from the shadows. He doesn’t always announce himself and can get sucked into whatever activity you’re doing. He feels safest observing, which can make him feel like a very distant partner. He’ll try harder to be more present if you ask him.
I have a few older HCs for Corvus and the Raven Guard if you might be interested! You can find them : corvus corax x gn!reader and raven guard x gn!reader
