"Seek Your Solace Within My Presence. I Shall Be Your Shield." - Celsus Varon
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โ I go either by Ichor, Bleeding or more realistically PJ. I don't mind being called any of those โ My Favorite colors are Dark Purple & Lime Green โ Rather sleep in the cold rather the heat โ Favorite Characters? Way too many, but to list a few? Headless Horseman, Knights, Subject Delta {from Bioshock2,} World Eaters {From WH40K.} So far...
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โก Warhammer 40k โญ Space Marine Husbandry Sentience โญ Dark Sentience โญ Nox Thalassic
You wereโฆ embarrassed at first. When your monthly hell came and tried to overthrow the Blood God himself, Khorne. Using you to get snippy with your mate.
You know? Khorne, The Blood God. Lord of Battle. Master of the Brazen Throne, and currently? Master of your cunt. His tongue lapping everything youโre giving him: Climax and your blood from below, and it sounds like you are in a room of Slannesh! Eating you out once he finally figured you out. Why you bleed for no particular reason besides fertility.
He found itโฆ strangely fascinating at first. Is this what has passively empowering him? If soโฆ then perhaps he might make a harem? Though, he isnโt too good at sharing what is hisโฆ hmm. Perhaps he should make sure first that itโs true- or perhaps you alone would just be enough?
โโฆWhat? Youโฆ human creature bleed for a week or more? Begging to be taken?โ
โI wasnโt begging!โ You wine, keening back into some dark furs. Thighs trying to close but are held in place by Khorne himself. His flaming eyes looking up at you, challenging you. Do you dare to disobey? The first god of chaos?
โYour cunt says otherwise.โ The god hums, tongue slithering out of your depths and rolling over his teeth like he had just made a feast out of you, and he did- or at least you felt like holy sacrifice in his presence and apparently on his tongue too.
โI cannot control the pleasure.โ You huff, tilting your head to the side, nuzzling into the furs.
Khorne scoffs, amused. Pulling away from your heat for a second. โYou mortals and your nerves. Always soโฆ touchy.โ
โTouchy? Really?โ You deadpan, not amused yourself. Moving your legs in a more comfortable position so they donโt fall asleep on you. Closing the view of your wet, swollen and bloody cunt from the god.
โOh? Iโm not finished with you, little one.โ Khorne tilts his head, still amused. His tongue rolling over his teeth again as he stares down at you. It would have been creepy, but to you? To you it feels like heโs praising you, and that doesnโt happen often. He would complain that was a Slannesh thing to do, yet you can feel that tenderness in his actions. The way he holds you close. Makes time for you, literally. (He may not or may have threatened a certain, blueish, chaos god to give you more time.)
โKhorne, please-โ
โSee? Always begging.โ He muses lowly, leaning back down. His hands prying your legs open before he hooks them over his shoulders. Making you unable to move. To endure what he gives you, and what he takes from you.
โI wasnโt-!โ
I sharp cry leave you, surprised as your body keens into the furs. His tongue thrusting into your cunt with no remorse, no apology and certainly no manners. The sloppy sound of your swollen cunt getting eaten out by a blood god seemingly echoing through his chambers- or at least echoing through your pounding ears.
โShh, little one. This is a great gift youโve give me.โ Khorne purrs. One of his hands slowly dragging from the side of your thigh, claws threatening to cut your skin until his palm settles upon your belly and thumbs it. As if to coax more out of you, and hell. Maybe you donโt. Maybe the blood of your cunt is quenched?
Youโre not too into the scientific biology of that. Tooโฆ bloody to think of such when youโre being eaten out by your mate of a god. Toes curling as you can feel another climax ready to give the god what he wants.
โHmm, feed me my little sacrifice.โ His voice is slightly muffled but you can still hear him through the wet squelches. His palm on your belly is now adding a bit of pressure to pull you under another high. Your mouth opening, and gasping out while your body trembles in overstimulation. The only thing keeping you anchored is the god himself, and perhaps the dark furs as well.
โYou said this lasts a few weeks, no?โ Khrone questions, pulling his tongue out from between your folds. โThen perhaps, I shall feast till you no longer dare to get snippy.โ
You wereโฆ embarrassed at first. When your monthly hell came and tried to overthrow the Blood God himself, Khorne. Using you to get snippy with your mate.
You know? Khorne, The Blood God. Lord of Battle. Master of the Brazen Throne, and currently? Master of your cunt. His tongue lapping everything youโre giving him: Climax and your blood from below, and it sounds like you are in a room of Slannesh! Eating you out once he finally figured you out. Why you bleed for no particular reason besides fertility.
He found itโฆ strangely fascinating at first. Is this what has passively empowering him? If soโฆ then perhaps he might make a harem? Though, he isnโt too good at sharing what is hisโฆ hmm. Perhaps he should make sure first that itโs true- or perhaps you alone would just be enough?
โโฆWhat? Youโฆ human creature bleed for a week or more? Begging to be taken?โ
โI wasnโt begging!โ You wine, keening back into some dark furs. Thighs trying to close but are held in place by Khorne himself. His flaming eyes looking up at you, challenging you. Do you dare to disobey? The first god of chaos?
โYour cunt says otherwise.โ The god hums, tongue slithering out of your depths and rolling over his teeth like he had just made a feast out of you, and he did- or at least you felt like holy sacrifice in his presence and apparently on his tongue too.
โI cannot control the pleasure.โ You huff, tilting your head to the side, nuzzling into the furs.
Khorne scoffs, amused. Pulling away from your heat for a second. โYou mortals and your nerves. Always soโฆ touchy.โ
โTouchy? Really?โ You deadpan, not amused yourself. Moving your legs in a more comfortable position so they donโt fall asleep on you. Closing the view of your wet, swollen and bloody cunt from the god.
โOh? Iโm not finished with you, little one.โ Khorne tilts his head, still amused. His tongue rolling over his teeth again as he stares down at you. It would have been creepy, but to you? To you it feels like heโs praising you, and that doesnโt happen often. He would complain that was a Slannesh thing to do, yet you can feel that tenderness in his actions. The way he holds you close. Makes time for you, literally. (He may not or may have threatened a certain, blueish, chaos god to give you more time.)
โKhorne, please-โ
โSee? Always begging.โ He muses lowly, leaning back down. His hands prying your legs open before he hooks them over his shoulders. Making you unable to move. To endure what he gives you, and what he takes from you.
โI wasnโt-!โ
I sharp cry leave you, surprised as your body keens into the furs. His tongue thrusting into your cunt with no remorse, no apology and certainly no manners. The sloppy sound of your swollen cunt getting eaten out by a blood god seemingly echoing through his chambers- or at least echoing through your pounding ears.
โShh, little one. This is a great gift youโve give me.โ Khorne purrs. One of his hands slowly dragging from the side of your thigh, claws threatening to cut your skin until his palm settles upon your belly and thumbs it. As if to coax more out of you, and hell. Maybe you donโt. Maybe the blood of your cunt is quenched?
Youโre not too into the scientific biology of that. Tooโฆ bloody to think of such when youโre being eaten out by your mate of a god. Toes curling as you can feel another climax ready to give the god what he wants.
โHmm, feed me my little sacrifice.โ His voice is slightly muffled but you can still hear him through the wet squelches. His palm on your belly is now adding a bit of pressure to pull you under another high. Your mouth opening, and gasping out while your body trembles in overstimulation. The only thing keeping you anchored is the god himself, and perhaps the dark furs as well.
โYou said this lasts a few weeks, no?โ Khrone questions, pulling his tongue out from between your folds. โThen perhaps, I shall feast till you no longer dare to get snippy.โ
๐ฉโก๐ช I am doing the Golden Bandanas of mine. I just had to make it hard a myself, but to those curious of what the description files include? I provide thee of what Iโm doing to my poor soul:
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๐ฉโก๐ช May seem simple but itโs not when you get to it. I may just leave most โUnknownโ and others with a put of copy and pasting of something the ocs have in common or something like that.๐ญ๐ซ
๐ฉโก๐ช Been awhile, but I have been thinking about my bois. Gotta do a fav.
Summary: Spartaks little aspirant is being chased, and he doesnโt find himself amused. Neither does his aspirant.
||Words: 1.4k|| TW// Protective Spartak, Possessive Behavior, Intense Bond, Hint of Self Suicide from Spartak.
You were a joyous little thing. Always running around, making mixtures with mud, sticks and leaves to entertain yourself. To get other little aspirants to follow and join you on something called the train. A childish thing where your hands are on another shoulder as you take the lead as the engine. The hands on each other's shoulders essentially being a link between the two- and youโd have the whole school joining in before they bell rang.
Yet, something happened.
Youโd never did the same thing again as if someone scolded you for doing something soโฆ innocent. You started to never talk to other aspirants as you should have. It was unlike a baseline to not be the social creatures they are. It was unlike you to fold into yourself, becoming shy and hiding away from others like they would imprison you for saying something wrong.
Spartak knows you would never. Even the damned NightLord that sneaks about the streets knows you wouldnโt. So why? What had made you scared of your own shadow that even Nightlords pitty you? What had happened to his little bonded?
He demands answers while heโs confused why his hearts ache in an unfamiliar way. His gauntlet snatching the sneaking NightLord right off the streets by the scruff- getting answers that he has yet to understand before letting the NightLord off with a huff. Essentially getting more questions than answers he needs.
He wants to help his little bonded but is unsure how to. Heโs not allowed to follow nor interfere with your leaning butโฆ how do you learn if you put yourself into a corner with nobody pulling you out? Youโre too young to pull yourself out. Too young to be left alone while others play without you, and he sees the way you want to join but never indulge anymore. You donโt demand or push yourself into groups. You wait. Waiting for something that never came.
Spartak has to praise you for your patience, your ability to read when itโs loud in the area, and that some Thousands Sons are jealous of, and your ability to ignore certain types of things now but he knows this wasnโt good for you. The local apothecary even talk about it as if they were worried themselves.
He knows something is wrong, but what is it? What made you go solo? To even shy- be afraid of him out of all things you already are. It feels like youโre hurting yourself, and he doesnโt understand why. Youโre too young to have a heart ache of loneliness-
The World Eater blinks at the sudden revelation- or at least half of it. Youโre lonely. Others donโt think like you do. You donโt throw fits like they do. You endure and nod, just accepting. Thatโฆ that irks him. Not because of you, yourself, but the way you justโฆ accept.
Wereโฆ were you broken? As those baseline doctors say it?
No, no, you canโt be. You still have your childish moments. Playing with the trinkets(real skulls) upon his armor that you find โcool.โ Coming up to him to ask him if heโd like to accompany you or help you reach the secret snacks that are hidden away in different spots but you always manage to find, and he sees the way how you gather up enough courage within yourself to finally ask to play with some other young aspirant.
But it never goes to plan.
Heโs attending thisโฆ recess time for the aspirants. The school having some sort event for Astartes where they can attend their aspirants themselves as some guardians just canโt make it or donโt make an effort to. His armored arms folded while he eyes every single little blade of grass, wood chips and rubber on the playground like all the other Astartes. Making sure absolutely nothing is ruining this day like the emperor himself has risen from his death of a golden throne.
There is strange peace within him when he watches you roam around the edge of the fence line. Doing nothing- no waiting for something to grab your interest, but the thought of you just doing that aloneโฆ again? Irks him.
You do not play, even when the bonded Salamander of another female aspirant tries to encourage you. He notices that if you even tried? Youโd sit in silence while the other finds something else to do without you. Never inviting you, even when youโre there; waiting patiently. Even when the bell rings.
By Khorne, he watches even then when the bell rings? You donโt move to line up at the door. Itโs as if you know how much energy and time you should waste to shuffle yourself in the back of the line before the teacher is seconds away from opening the door. Inviting everyone one in, and sometimes? Sometimes youโre left alone. Outside because you have tested the teachers attentiveness and trustworthiness.
You have came to him at those times, seeking his own shadow- or if he wasnโt there? The closest Astartes shadow to live in as you donโt want to get scolded for just simply testing the teachers. Itโs as if you found the Astartes more trustworthy than one of your own kind. Itโs wasโฆ cute. Heโll grumbly admitโฆ in his mind, but still worry some.
Itโs the second recess of the day when he notices something is off, and heโs not sure if itโs good or not as a male aspirant approachโs you. One not bonded to an Astartes, but Spartak finds himself keen to see when you had finally accepted what the boy was offering, and the two of you justโฆ played something called tag.
A sight to see Spartak muses to himself. Watching how you beam and feel challenged to tag back, but children can be unpredictable as the boy pins you down, claiming that heโs stronger faster while the World Eater struggles to keep his fury together. Heโs no good against 1 to 24 other Astartes around who are just as equally protective.
Spartak can only watch as you struggle to push the boy off of you. Youโre panicking. You feel threatened by the boy when you put down your defenses just so you could do play, and it makes him want to drop kick the boy, and the damn adult baseline that just watches- not even helping until the bell rings. Their whistle blowing, yelling for the children to line up and walking away as if they havenโt seen anything.
Oh, his fury was through the roof. He would even have flames around him if he could, but the only thing stopping him is you. You who is trying to keep your cool. Who is sniffling away tears and embarrassment that youโve let your guard down. You didnโt want to move, and he will grant you such while he walks through the pathetic fence line. His armor denting and crushing the fence down into the sidewalk with ease. Some unstable fences collapsing like dominoes that would make Imperial Fists curse whoever built it.
The other Astartes donโt stop him. Itโd be a death wish, and they would probably do the same if their little aspirant was the same. Yet, Spartak is the more lethal one here. Unpredictable.
Spartak kneels before you as the teacher keeps shouting commands. A rumbling coo coming out of him, checking up on you, and is surprised when you donโt hesitate to launch yourself at him. Trusting that he wonโt squeeze the life out of you when the nails in his head were throbbing with rage, and heโll kill himself if he ever does. His armored arms moving to wrap around you to set you up properly against him. So your arms can clutch his gorget. So you can hide away from the world that never saved you.
Heโs in a fury of pain, but it doesnโt compare to you. To see you hurt in such a way. To hear your sniffles and whippers against his armor as you try your best not to stain it, and the only thing he really knows what to do to calm you? Is to purr and cuddle you close. To make you feel protected when the world couldnโt provide such luxury.
โEveryone back inside!โ The teacher yells again, and Spartak is not stupid enough to know they are talking about you. His form slightly shifting to send a growl to the teacher before turning away, back through the fence and purring again.
Spartak is here. Heโll protect you. Heโll be by your side, always. Heโll do what he must, even if he doesnโt understand.
๐ฉโก๐ช Been awhile, but I have been thinking about my bois. Gotta do a fav.
Summary: Spartaks little aspirant is being chased, and he doesnโt find himself amused. Neither does his aspirant.
||Words: 1.4k|| TW// Protective Spartak, Possessive Behavior, Intense Bond, Hint of Self Suicide from Spartak.
You were a joyous little thing. Always running around, making mixtures with mud, sticks and leaves to entertain yourself. To get other little aspirants to follow and join you on something called the train. A childish thing where your hands are on another shoulder as you take the lead as the engine. The hands on each other's shoulders essentially being a link between the two- and youโd have the whole school joining in before they bell rang.
Yet, something happened.
Youโd never did the same thing again as if someone scolded you for doing something soโฆ innocent. You started to never talk to other aspirants as you should have. It was unlike a baseline to not be the social creatures they are. It was unlike you to fold into yourself, becoming shy and hiding away from others like they would imprison you for saying something wrong.
Spartak knows you would never. Even the damned NightLord that sneaks about the streets knows you wouldnโt. So why? What had made you scared of your own shadow that even Nightlords pitty you? What had happened to his little bonded?
He demands answers while heโs confused why his hearts ache in an unfamiliar way. His gauntlet snatching the sneaking NightLord right off the streets by the scruff- getting answers that he has yet to understand before letting the NightLord off with a huff. Essentially getting more questions than answers he needs.
He wants to help his little bonded but is unsure how to. Heโs not allowed to follow nor interfere with your leaning butโฆ how do you learn if you put yourself into a corner with nobody pulling you out? Youโre too young to pull yourself out. Too young to be left alone while others play without you, and he sees the way you want to join but never indulge anymore. You donโt demand or push yourself into groups. You wait. Waiting for something that never came.
Spartak has to praise you for your patience, your ability to read when itโs loud in the area, and that some Thousands Sons are jealous of, and your ability to ignore certain types of things now but he knows this wasnโt good for you. The local apothecary even talk about it as if they were worried themselves.
He knows something is wrong, but what is it? What made you go solo? To even shy- be afraid of him out of all things you already are. It feels like youโre hurting yourself, and he doesnโt understand why. Youโre too young to have a heart ache of loneliness-
The World Eater blinks at the sudden revelation- or at least half of it. Youโre lonely. Others donโt think like you do. You donโt throw fits like they do. You endure and nod, just accepting. Thatโฆ that irks him. Not because of you, yourself, but the way you justโฆ accept.
Wereโฆ were you broken? As those baseline doctors say it?
No, no, you canโt be. You still have your childish moments. Playing with the trinkets(real skulls) upon his armor that you find โcool.โ Coming up to him to ask him if heโd like to accompany you or help you reach the secret snacks that are hidden away in different spots but you always manage to find, and he sees the way how you gather up enough courage within yourself to finally ask to play with some other young aspirant.
But it never goes to plan.
Heโs attending thisโฆ recess time for the aspirants. The school having some sort event for Astartes where they can attend their aspirants themselves as some guardians just canโt make it or donโt make an effort to. His armored arms folded while he eyes every single little blade of grass, wood chips and rubber on the playground like all the other Astartes. Making sure absolutely nothing is ruining this day like the emperor himself has risen from his death of a golden throne.
There is strange peace within him when he watches you roam around the edge of the fence line. Doing nothing- no waiting for something to grab your interest, but the thought of you just doing that aloneโฆ again? Irks him.
You do not play, even when the bonded Salamander of another female aspirant tries to encourage you. He notices that if you even tried? Youโd sit in silence while the other finds something else to do without you. Never inviting you, even when youโre there; waiting patiently. Even when the bell rings.
By Khorne, he watches even then when the bell rings? You donโt move to line up at the door. Itโs as if you know how much energy and time you should waste to shuffle yourself in the back of the line before the teacher is seconds away from opening the door. Inviting everyone one in, and sometimes? Sometimes youโre left alone. Outside because you have tested the teachers attentiveness and trustworthiness.
You have came to him at those times, seeking his own shadow- or if he wasnโt there? The closest Astartes shadow to live in as you donโt want to get scolded for just simply testing the teachers. Itโs as if you found the Astartes more trustworthy than one of your own kind. Itโs wasโฆ cute. Heโll grumbly admitโฆ in his mind, but still worry some.
Itโs the second recess of the day when he notices something is off, and heโs not sure if itโs good or not as a male aspirant approachโs you. One not bonded to an Astartes, but Spartak finds himself keen to see when you had finally accepted what the boy was offering, and the two of you justโฆ played something called tag.
A sight to see Spartak muses to himself. Watching how you beam and feel challenged to tag back, but children can be unpredictable as the boy pins you down, claiming that heโs stronger faster while the World Eater struggles to keep his fury together. Heโs no good against 1 to 24 other Astartes around who are just as equally protective.
Spartak can only watch as you struggle to push the boy off of you. Youโre panicking. You feel threatened by the boy when you put down your defenses just so you could do play, and it makes him want to drop kick the boy, and the damn adult baseline that just watches- not even helping until the bell rings. Their whistle blowing, yelling for the children to line up and walking away as if they havenโt seen anything.
Oh, his fury was through the roof. He would even have flames around him if he could, but the only thing stopping him is you. You who is trying to keep your cool. Who is sniffling away tears and embarrassment that youโve let your guard down. You didnโt want to move, and he will grant you such while he walks through the pathetic fence line. His armor denting and crushing the fence down into the sidewalk with ease. Some unstable fences collapsing like dominoes that would make Imperial Fists curse whoever built it.
The other Astartes donโt stop him. Itโd be a death wish, and they would probably do the same if their little aspirant was the same. Yet, Spartak is the more lethal one here. Unpredictable.
Spartak kneels before you as the teacher keeps shouting commands. A rumbling coo coming out of him, checking up on you, and is surprised when you donโt hesitate to launch yourself at him. Trusting that he wonโt squeeze the life out of you when the nails in his head were throbbing with rage, and heโll kill himself if he ever does. His armored arms moving to wrap around you to set you up properly against him. So your arms can clutch his gorget. So you can hide away from the world that never saved you.
Heโs in a fury of pain, but it doesnโt compare to you. To see you hurt in such a way. To hear your sniffles and whippers against his armor as you try your best not to stain it, and the only thing he really knows what to do to calm you? Is to purr and cuddle you close. To make you feel protected when the world couldnโt provide such luxury.
โEveryone back inside!โ The teacher yells again, and Spartak is not stupid enough to know they are talking about you. His form slightly shifting to send a growl to the teacher before turning away, back through the fence and purring again.
Spartak is here. Heโll protect you. Heโll be by your side, always. Heโll do what he must, even if he doesnโt understand.
Hi it's the anon that gave the request in your most recent post I meant to put 'a few days before the heresy/surge on terra'.
Hi! If we talking about before then? It would be rather about the same. As far as I know? They canโt see into the future, and they hate their own dad respectfully too.๐ญ Though, mayhaps they put more thought into it. Maybe they have a gut feeling.
How do you think perturbo,angron and kahn(a few days before would react to pert along with angron being told off by a reader who is from the future by going 'oi fuckwits either stay loyal to your sperm donor or give both ends a middle finger because trust me when I say chaos will use you both WAY worse than the yellow dude has or ever will which at the very least it is OBVIOUS he is treating you as tool to maintain some semblance of order also angron you will come back to life completely intact so just rip the shit out of ya head it will help ya a lot. Anyways I gotta go back before crazy notices I am gone.' then goes back to the future?
๐ฉโก๐ช Alright, I think I have enough energy to do this one? Or at least answer it.
Summary: Pert, Angron and Khan react to a being from the future who claims itโs not good for them.
Pert: I see him absolutely giving no fucks unless your some sort of important figure in his life. IF you are someone that is important to him? Heโll probably be haunted by it. Like, what do you mean his life will get worse than it already is? Is he not doing enough already for the Emperor?
Angron: Another that doesnโt give a single fuck unless youโre someone important to him. Also gets haunted and moreโฆ angry when he ponders about it. Iโd be wise to try and contact past him- before the nails; before the Emperor picked him up, but not the warriors he fought with.
Khan: This oneโฆ thinks about it. Heโs disciplined, basically fought and won battles on the planet he was thrown onto, why wouldnโt he be so? Could be hard to tell if he follows the warning or not, but again. If youโre someone he deemed- found important? He will hear your words outโฆ as long as they seem logical.
I gave you Monster Knights...but what about Monster Paladins?
เผป Monster Paladins that were given to your royal spouse as an offering of good faith. They sneer and growl, pointedly showing their distaste for their new ruler through small acts of rebellion that are seen, at surface level, as mistakes.
เผป Monster Paladins who only dip their head when your Arranged Spouse walks towards them. They meet the ruler's gaze. They take their time when they have to kneel. Their hands linger on their weapons when in the ruler's presence.
เผป Monster Paladins that do not see their new master as a worthy ruler.
เผป Monster Paladins who snap to attention when you pass them by. They lower their gaze and bow at the waist whenever you approach. Their hands stay by their sides, shifting quickly to open doors for you or make room for you in a crowd. They drop to their knees when you rise to leave the room.
เผป Monster Paladins that all collectively agree that you are more suited to rule. They become your protectors without any orders to stay by your side.
เผป Monster Paladins that look to you for approval before leaving your side when summoned by your spouse.
เผป Monster Paladins that redirect anyone you don't like away from your residence in the palace so you have more time for yourself and your hobbies.
เผป Monster Paladins that tense when your spouse raises their voice at you. Ready to strike the unworthy ruler down dare they lay a hand on you.
เผป Monster Paladins that are forced to listen to you fake orgasms when your spouse takes you to the marital chambers. Knowing your sounds of pleasure by heart after hearing you moan in the privacy of your own bedroom. Knowing they can do a better job to please you than any simple human ruler could.
เผป Monster Paladins that glow under your hungry gaze. But keep a respectful distance from your chambers because they still have a code to follow.
เผป Monster Paladins that still show-pony a little whenever you're around. Training harder when your eyes are on them in the yards. Winning tournament after tournament in honor of your name. Bringing you trophies and favors from their conquests, asking for your blessing whenever they need to fight.
เผป Monster Paladins that grow weak at the knees when you wear silks and jewels for ceremonious occasions. Hating that your warm smile and twinkling gaze are all for show while you're paraded around the ballroom on the arm of your egotistical spouse.
เผป Monster Paladins that watch you like hungry wolves as you dance. Enjoying the way the fine veils of color frame the body they wish to worship.
เผป Monster Paladins that guard the door to the chambers where a sacred communion is taking place. Taking turns slipping in and out of the doors to take their vigil - looking dazed and content.
เผป Monster Paladins that perceive the union of your tangled bodies as a divine blessing. Praying devout loyalty to you as you use their bodies to pleasure yourself until your sated and exhausted.
เผป Monster Paladins who kneel between your thighs and reverently worship your body with their tongue and fingers. Taking turns to fill you in any which way you wish.
เผป Monster Paladins who take an oath to be your faithful divine knights until you dismiss them from your side.
เผป Monster Paladins who make it their holy mission to purge your realm of the unworthy spouse who dare lay their blasphemous hands upon your sacred flesh.
I want to share what I'm thinking about, haunted suit of armour...
You lift the flap of the plate helm, and it's empty, always empty, nothing but shadows and the inside of the unpolished steel plate just as mundane as the last fifty times you leaned up and opened the hinged flap to the helm. It was hollow, empty, shadowed and smelled like dust as you closed the little flap, only to have the helm tilt and turn down to look at you in its own way.
Its hands are solid despite the empty gauntlets, the leather soft, and the metal always chilled as it brushes against your sides; the whole set is solid yet bends like a person, so unlike the metal it is made of.
The voice from inside the empty armour sounds like an auto-tuned person or speaking down a metal pipe, hollow and echoing in on itself as it asks why you keep checking if something was inside when it had very well explained that it was the armour and not inside of it.
Originally, it was a very expensive drunk purchase from a sketchy website, and then it was a nightmare that made you scream and faint as it came alive in your small home, but now...
Now it is almost a lover, almost, it helps as best it can in the kitchen, holds the basket of pegs for your clothesline, makes sure the home is cooled or warmed for the season when you get home and even tucks you in to bed with a gentle press of its helm against your forehead as if kissing you goodnight.
But in that, almost is so much yearning.
It holds your hand and rubs the leather of its gauntlet against your skin, pressed close to your face with the helm tilted as if it could kiss you properly, chestplate pressed to you back as it holds your hips in the kitchen, the quiet clanking of its shin guards as it kneels by your bed as you drift off yearning to have been able to live in something softer, something more human, something that you could touch and hold and love like it loves you.
It yearns to be more than the suit of armour it possesses.
when we talk about knights like I completely agree with the whole "yes yes the protection, devotion, unwavering loyalty the immense bond and sexiness of I am your weapon use me as you see fit" is hot and good and all
but also consider in addition to that the unbelievable connection & love that is,
your knight always being there. He's always there around you, somewhere in your space. He has learned every little detail about you, weather that be intentionally or just from habit from being around you from sun up to sun down. He knows more about you than you do yourself sometimes. Its a love language. Like! Like!
Your knight is one of the first faces you see when you wake. Excluding your maids or ladies. He is the first man you see in the morning. He knows what you look like in your wrinkled chemise, hair a mess, fresh eye bags and cranky mood because you do not want to leave your comfy bed to entertain the snooty neighboring diplomats. He is one of the very rare people who see you without your heavy gowns and bare face. He sees you like this at the crack of dawn, and he still loves you, as he looks at you with adoration in his eyes and asks what your schedule looks like for the day.
and still, he is absolutely the last person you see before you sleep.(He makes sure of it) Even after your ladies have dressed you down and made you comfortable. He still finds you, checks up on you. Asks if your alright. As he cheekily kisses your hand and tells you to sleep soundly as "I'm right next door so get some rest my grace"
Your knight learns what time you wake up and how long it takes for you to fall asleep.
What wines and teas you prefer, as he watches you at a grand dinner ask the servants for your favorite.
He quickly learns to distinguish your handwriting(because what if someone tries to forage a letter to him saying its from his queen)
He learns how to touch you and much you like to be touched. He learns that it really makes you blush when you link arms with him so the teasing bastard keeps offering his arm to you just to see you flustered. He learns where to grab you and how much pressure to apply when he must pull you out of harms way. He must learn this. You're the crown. The one thing he's sworn his life to. If you flinch away from him, or don't trust him? If you don't feel safe around him? Then he is failing his job.
He learns what secretive, secluded spot you go to in the castle, to hide away from everyone when you want to be left alone. He knows where to find you when no one else can. But he never bothers you. When he sees the lonely distant look in your eyes, as you gaze out the window to your busying court below. He stands back, keeping himself unknown, watching you at a safe distance. He knows you need this time alone.
He learns how absolutely beautiful you look when genuinely happy and laughing. He watches you play another round of cards with your most trusted ladies, outside on a warm summer's day, surrounded by the wealth that the palace can afford, colorful blooming flowers and luxurious furniture. He tries to hold back a smile but fails, seeing you relaxed around your friends, no pressure of keeping up a facade for the court. Just hearing you freely laugh. He's thankful he's here to protect that.
He's also so so thankful that he's learned to pick up when your many suitors make you uncomfortable. The way your hand hesitates as another prince offers to dance with you. How you lean and press your body away from a distinguished war general bragging to you. How your polite and formal "No thank you" to the elderly king proposing you meet him at his chambers tonight, how your polite rejection hides the disgust and distain for this dance you must do. Your knight learns you must greet and entertain the proposals of these men. Or else you risk displeasing your family or coming off as inhospitably to a foreign nation.
But this means your poor knight also knows when you're completely at ease. So this means one day, when his majesty the queen, is having lunch with another prince, and your knight is standing a few feet away enough to give you privacy but still close enough to peer into your conversation. When he sees that your shoulders relax, and you giggle at one of the prince's little quips, and this time you keep all your focus on the other royal, instead of occasionally glancing over to your knight. Its then your precious knight feels anxiety building up in his chest. This time, he learns he just might lose you.
holy shit I got so side tracked with this one, it meant to just be a short blurb but I ended up fantasizing about my own princessXknight characters from Audrey The Bride of Prosperity.
Thinking about the first time an astartes calls you mother.
There is no genetic component to it, not like them with their primarch father. It's entirely a show of loyalty. Of trust. Of admitting that the only other person they can honestly, truly follow should their father perish is you, and you alone.
Bonus points if it's not only a son especially favored by your lover, but one that spent so much time disliking and distrusting you that the revelation rips the air from your lungs and you can't help but to break down in tears, forcing him to comfort you like a good son should.
Even more bonus points if your primarch was one that fell to chaos, yet managed not to drag you down as well, and that son chooses to turn against his father so that he can stay by you because if he won't protect you after the heresy, no one else will.
