The final boss for Warhammer 40k fanfic writers is writing Sanguinius smut without mentioning the wings any more than you'd mention his feet or elbows and not mentioning the red thirst at all.
The final boss for Warhammer 40k fanartists is drawing a bust of Mortarion without his hood or mask and having it instantly be recognisable as Mortarion.
The final boss for Warhammer 40k fanfic writers is writing Sanguinius smut without mentioning the wings any more than you'd mention his feet or elbows and not mentioning the red thirst at all.
The final boss for Warhammer 40k fanartists is drawing a bust of Mortarion without his hood or mask and having it instantly be recognisable as Mortarion.
The low rumble of the hive city faded to a soft murmur, barely heard over the heavy *thump thump thump* of pacing feet and the soft sweep of alabaster feathers over the stone floor.
Sanguinius sighed and passed his hand over his face, glancing around the room in resignation; piles of dresses lay scattered around, draped over the huge postered bed and hanging from empty iron sconces.
His eyes flickered to the bathroom door as light pulsed softly through the crack of the hinges, broken rays of soft yellow flittering as a shadow passed on the other side.
"It is time to go, dove"
Sanguinius rapped his knuckles to the door, wings bristling slightly as he counted the passing minutes.
"Im not going, Ive got nothing to wear!"
The primarch paused, eyes darting to the rainbow sprawl of frocks around the bedroom.
"Are you sure?" He laughed softly, "because it looks like a krak grenade went off in a tailors shop"
"I'm serious! Everything looks awful. I can't go"
The angel sighed and swept a hand through his hair, pushing golden strands back from his face, exasperated.
"My love, you are expected, it's not really negotiable."
"Do I have to?"
The primarch held back a groan and turned, resuming his pacing. His own robe swept about him in a storm of golden linen and silk, pearls on silver chains clinking softly from his wings as he tried to remain calm.
"Enough. My sweet."
"Fine"
The door opened with a click and Sanguinius sighed in relief. Forcing the frown from his face, he exhaled deeply and spun, offering his hand out towards you.
"Thank you. Now let us-"
He froze.
The dress clung to your body like a second skin. Blood red and satin soft, it shimmered as you shifted. The neckline plunged deep, revealing the flushed swell of your breast with each breath you took and the skirt cut high on your leg as you stepped into the room, flashing a brief glimpse of the soft skin of your thigh, before it slid back under the rippling fabric.
You smiled at him nervously and spun on the spot, revealing pearlescent wings embroidered over your back, arching towards your shoulders.
"What do you think?"
Sanguinius swallowed dryly, feeling his pulse quicken and his body ache.
"Its perfect"
Your smile widened and you beamed, toying shyly with the delicate blood angel sigil pendant at your throat before taking his still outstretched hand. He recoiled at your touch and you stalled, your smile flattering as he smoothed the front of his robe and made for the door.
"Let's go."
"Stupid outfit with stupid-" you muttered under your breath, your feet already throbbing in the crimson and gold heels as you paced quickly to keep up with the primarch's long gait. Staring at the back of his head, you chewed your lip nervously, seeing the tension in his shoulders increase; his muscles tightening and feathers fluffing with each step.
You strode past the gilded windows arching high towards the ceiling, illuminating the hallway with the last cold light of the winter day and faint flickering of the city below and sighed, wishing once more for the hot arid air of baal.
Snapping yourself away from a dream of warm sands and updrafts, you watched Sanguinius finally slow down, his massive stature silhouetted against the cool moonlight seeping through the glass. You jogged to catch up with him, wincing with each painful step.
"My love?" You called out.
No response.
"My lord?" you tried again, more forcefully this time.
Still nothing.
"Sanguinius!" You snapped, running forward to tug the primarchs hand. He stopped, but didn't turn, refusing to meet your glare, instead staring blankly at the carved ballroom door now feet in front of him, the sound of laugher and music muffled behind the thick varnished oak.
"What is wrong with you?" You asked, squeezing his hand. "What's gotten into you?"
Sanguinius turned to you slowly, the silver moonbeams harshing his features as he started down at you blankly.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Blood roared in Sanguinius' ears, his pulse racing and heart pounding at your touch. Your scent filled his nose and he could hear your own pulse beating through your body like a siren song. Saliva pooling in his mouth and he swallowed loudly as he finally turned to look at you.
"No, little dove" he replied "you have done nothing wrong"
"Then why...?"
He watched your eyes widen for a moment and almost sobbed at the loss when you dropped his hand and stepped back.
"It's the dress isn't it" you whispered, wringing your hands together.
He finally snapped. Glancing around, he reached out and grabbed your arm, dragging you behind him as he raced towards the nearest door.
"It's true" he muttered, kicking the door open and pushing you inside "Its the dress"
You staggered as the angel shoved you forward into the office, knocking into a small desk littered with papers hastily abandoned in the wake of the primarch's gathering. Your back hit the wood and a crystalline decanter fell to the floor with a crash, spilling wine across the cream carpet and splattering up the oaken bookcases that lined the walls.
"Sanguinius what-"
"I can't stand it" The primarch's eyes were wild. Pupils blown wide and nostrils flaring, he dragged a bolt across the door and stalked towards you.
"I'm sorry I didnt-"
"You have no idea what you're doing to me." He cut you off, pushing you further back against the desk and seating you on its cold surface as he crashed his lips into yours, hands clawing at your body and wings fanning out protectively.
"Wearing my colours like this" He growled, running a hand up the slit in the skirt and along your thigh, resting near your hip.
"Bearing my mark" sliding his lips from yours to trail kisses over your jaw and down your throat, tugging at the necklace with his teeth before stopping to nip and suck at your pulse point, "I can't take it any more"
You relaxed at his words, anxiety quickly giving way to something warmer and much more inviting.
Tilting your head back to allow Sanguinius more access to your throat, You heard him hum approvingly as his fangs grazed your artery.
"I thought you hated it" you sighed, tangling your fingers through his silken hair as his teeth pierced the skin.
"I hate how easily you break me" came the reply, muffled against your skin.
"I hate the thought of anyone desiring you like I do"
His sank to his knees, trailing kisses down your neck and along the deep V neck of your gown. Pulling the satin aside, he mouthed at your breast, flicking his tongue over the nipple before grazing it with his teeth, making you squirm.
"But the dress? Oh I *love* the dress"
He dropped lower before you could react and you yelped as he threw your ankles over his shoulder and dipped his head beneath your dress.
"We really shouldn't sang ah!~"
You threw your head back, biting your lip to silence your moans as Sanguinius pressed his mouth to your core, tongue lapping over your clit before pressing your entrance. You felt him groan against your skin and his fingers dug into your thighs, keeping your shaking legs apart as he thrust his tongue.
"Fuck, Sanguinius~~"
Nails raking over the desk, you cried out as he latched onto your clit, sucking and lapping until your whole body shivered and your voice broke.
"Sing for me, Little bird" Sanguinius breathed, one hand releasing your leg so he could press a long finger to your entrance.
"Someone will hear us!" You hushed back, trying to pull yourself upright.
"Best keep quiet then"
You whined and fell backwards again, his tongue teasing your clit as his finger thrust and curled. Slick pooled on the table beneath you and the air felt heady, your self control dwindling as Sanguinius pressed against the soft spot he knew would send you reeling over the edge.
"Cum for me, Dove" he pressed another finger in. Your back arched off the cold wood and you slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle your cries as you came, tremors wracking through you in waves.
You were still red faced and panting when Sanguinius finally reappeared from beneath your dress, face damp and cheeks pink. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and rose to his feet, dropping you legs and leaving them dangling uselessly over the edge of the desk.
"Sang~" you mewled, feeling him throb through his robe as he lent over to kiss you, pressing himself against your body and capturing you lips
Breathless, you watched as he pulled back from the embrace and finally pulled himself free.
He was painfully hard, tip flushed and glistening with arousal. He gripped himself as he looked down at you, eyes almost black with his dilated pupils, hand moving slowly, coating his shaft in precum.
"Bend over"
You rushed to obey, slipping off the desk onto wobbling legs. You began to pull your arm free of your dress until he grapsed your jaw and tilted your head.
"Keep it on"
He released you and you twisted, bending over the still damp wood. Sanguinius stepped behind you, a massive hand palming over you ass and squeezing.
"Good girl"
You shivered as you felt him ruck the fabric up around your hips, cool night air pebbling your skin. His foot nudged yours, pushing your stance wider and using a thumb to tease over your slit. You felt yourself blushing furiously as he spread you open and you opened your mouth to protest.
All that came out was a choked "oh" as he pressed his cock to your entrance and hilted himself in one fluid movement, stretching you to your limit and pushing the air from your lungs.
The primarch gave you a moment, both of you gulping in air before he began to move, slow deep thrusts that left you whimpering and keening. Sanguinius hissed, feeling your body trying to accommodate him, muscles twitching around him as his tip dragged across you walls, hitting every spot that made you see stars.
Your voice spurred him; a mixture of whimpering for more and weak warnings of being caught.
"If anyone finds us, there will be no doubt you are mine" he growled.
His words sent you over the edge. You arched your back and cried out his name as you came, your entire body feeling hotter than baals desert.
You struggled to stay quiet, biting your lip as Sanguinius pressed his hand on your back, smoothing his palm over the embroidered wings spanning your shoulders.
"My own angel" he whispered.
His own wings flaring and shuddering as he chased his high, rattling the chains and pearls loose front their place amongst his downy feathers.
"I'm yours" you cried out, clawing at the edge of the desk, trying to ground yourself. Sanguinius' hand shifted from your back. Sliding down your arm to envelope your hand in his. He stopped low, chest almost flat to your back as he groaned in your ear. He could feel your body cling to him, begging him to fill you over and over.
He was happy to oblige; thrusting his hips over and over, the room was filled with the slap of skin on skin and breathy pleas for "more, harder, don't stop"
He was close. His cock throbbed and ached, every muscle in his body was tensed and spring loaded, like static ran through his nerves. He looked down at your face pressed against the desk; rose tinted and blissed out, your eyes were half lidded and drool pooled at the corner of your mouth.
"S-a-n-" you mumbled, blinking up at him dumbly from the corner of your eye.
"Pl---ease....n-need...you..insi---de"
You were a state, arms useless, ass red from the impact of his hip and legs barley holding your weight.
But clad in blood angel scarlet and bearing his wings, you were the most beautiful thing In The world.
And you were his.
Sanguinius' wings flared as he came, pinions knocking books from the shelves as they stretched.
He saw your eyes widen, feeling thick hot ropes filled you before leaking out around him as he continued to rut into you, oversensitive but unwilling to pull away from your warmth. His muscles were cramping, stomach tense and back aching before he finally pulled out. He watched as his spend began to drip from your cunt and debated fucking it back into you before smothering the thought down to offer you his arm.
You struggled to your feet, legs wobbling as they struggled to support you. You clutched the edge of the table and laughed softly, looking at the wet streaks now staining your dress.
"I think I need to get changed"
Sanguinius took your arm and helped you straighten, eyeing the darkening patches on the silken fabric.
"Go, I'll send Raldaron to escort you back when you've changed"
You smiled and nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles before turning back to the door.
"My dove?"
You turned to look over your shoulder. The primarch was straightening his robe and preening loose feathers from his wings.
"Leave the dress out. I may wish to see you in it again later"
Sanguinius clapped his brother on the back and laughed before raising his goblet to his mouth and taking a deep gulp.
"She will join us soon" he chuckled, " she couldn't decide on what to wear so I left her to it"
Horus cocked an eye brow at his brother, looking him up and down before taking a swig from his own chalice.
"Is that what it is? I thought something else was keeping her"
Sanguinius frozen.
"Like what?"
Horus grinned, making to reply before the door creaked open and a small shape slipped through the crack.
"Ah it appears she has arrived. Introduce me angel!"
The war master strode through the crowd, Sanguinius hurrying after him.
"You must be the infamous new love"
You spun, smile dropping as you faced the Luna wolves primarch. You quickly dipped into a low curtsey
"My lord"
"Oh so formal" Horus grinned. "I was worried I wouldn't get to meet you. The angel seems adamant on keeping you locked away from the rest of us"
You froze, still dipped in a low bow.
"I'm not sure I understand my lord"
You heard the war master inhale deeply and chuckle.
"Aaah so that is it"
You glanced up to see Horus staring down at you, eyes twinkling.
alright, here is one, childhood friend of vulkan who vulkan is VERY protective of and is platonic in relationship, then a yandere primarch (that isnt vulkan) x yn and vulkan is overprotective of yn and will try and protect yn from the yandere primarch (of your choice and there can be more then one yandere, also I made this idea right now, so yeah brainstormed idea coming at ja)
Friend Worth Fighting For (Vulkan & gn!friend!reader vs yandere!Fulgrim)
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Can you believe it? The last of the OG requests from when I first opened oh so long ago....
Plus, if you like sweet endings, thank @incrediblethirst who saved you all from an evil, evil ending. <333
His brother was far too obsessed with perfection, too caught up in what had captured his own attention and caused him to bring a baseline all the way from Nocturne to Terra, and all too enamoured with you.
Fulgrim dogged your steps when he thought you alone, he asked of you far too often, and the way his gaze lingered…
Vulkan did not regret many things, but he regretted bringing you to the palace.
He had wanted to show a close friend of his the wonders of humanity, someone who had known him before his rise to glory and stayed steadfast to his side but now all he can think of is that he has doomed you to whatever this was.
Perhaps it would blow over.
He knew better than that though, no, the way the Pheonician’s eye had been caught and now his hand grasped to close around his prize.
You didn’t deserve this.
Sweet and fiery, he could see the enticement, but he couldn’t bear to lose a friend like you.
He recalled being young, and though he wasn’t little for very long, you were there, and you were there with kindness. You loved him and played with him even when he wasn’t a skilled smith, when he didn’t have great power, when there were no titles or extraordinary skills to him.
The first time you met him, alone and newly adopted by his father, an outsider to the village you’d been compassionate, invited him into your group, shared what little sweets you had. He can recall in perfect memory the sounds of your giggles as you pushed the sour little pellets into his hands, your own clasping around his.
What a marvel you were that stood steadfast against the passage of time, always the first to follow him into anything and against anyone.
And still now, on Terra itself, where so many saw him as more God than man did you humble him.
Chatting utter nonsense and gossiping with him at galas, calling him a fool and flicking him - throwing pillows at his face and completely disregarding decorum.
He lived for it.
His heart beat for those moments of humanity that kept him grounded and reminded him he was not so far set from the rest. In many ways, you encapsulated completely what he fought for.
Which is why he would fight for you now if it came to it.
“Brother,” he starts, voice deep and grave, but low enough in timbre that you would not hear him from the next room over.
Fulgrim stops, deadly still and motionless, still facing away from him.
There was no reason to let the moment drag on as long as it did, both primarchs had processed and decided on action already, but both wanted to prolong the inevitable.
“Yes, Vulkan?” he turns slowly, standing taller and straighter as he did and plastering on a wide smile in greeting, “Are you in need of my aid?”
Vulkan too stands up straighter, shoulders rolling back and squaring. It was not a fighting stance, but it was not too far off, and certainly intimidating on his larger frame.
“Yes, I think I am,” he replies simply, revealing nothing but what both already knew, and masks an order with a thin veneer of request “walk with me.”
Fulgrim hesitates for such a brief step that if he were not a primarch he would not have caught it, but he makes no comment as the man steps into pace beside him.
Away from your direction.
“You covet things that are not yours, brother,” he starts as they turn a few corridors away, “it is in your best interest that you take things no further.”
He does not anticipate the rotten snarl that rips from his usually immaculately composed brother’s throat. It takes him aback so greatly that he almost flickers with uncertainty at how he’d misjudged the depth of the situation. But he was no weak candle to flicker and splutter and die - he had earned his namesake as ‘The Drake’.
Vicious and defensive.
He rears on him, utilising every inch of his height and frame, turning until he was boxing the man backwards into the wall.
“Enough!” his words all but bellow, assuredly attracting attention, but he had no care for who came running.
Both men held wicked snarls now, both holding resolve barely on the edge.
Fulgrim’s voice comes as a scathing hiss, goading him with narrowed eyes and venom unconcealed, “And here I thought that you had introduced them as your ‘honoured friend’ - but clearly you do not hold them in honour if you would not fully claim them publically.”
Vulkan’s armour creaks in protest, metal screeching as his muscles tense and grind in place. The floor tiles were already cracking with the sheer pressure.
“Listen well, brother, it is precisely because I honour them that I will not allow you to ruin them - and you will heed my words or you will heed my fists.”
You don’t understand why later that night Vulkan informs you of the sudden departure back to Nocturne escorted personally by himself, but it’s hardly something you worry yourself with, probably having pissed off the wrong noble.
The two of you laugh through the whole journey, making fun new memories to live aside the old.
Hey guys, The Wolf Among Us is getting a remaster and the second game is coming out next year! I absolutely love the game and I love Bigby so here are some Bigby headcannons I made.
Warnings: Mostly fluff, just one mention of sex and other things that can be interpreted in a sexual way.
Word Count: 1.1k
Bigby Headcannons:
Before dating:
When you’re around Bigby tries not to be as aggressive as he tends to get with others. He doesn’t want to scare you off so when he starts getting heated he’ll quickly stop himself.
Bigby would try and help you in subtle ways to be around you. You have to carry something heavy? He already took it off your arms and is carrying it for you.
If you don’t like the smell of cigarettes or just smoking in general he tries not to do it when you’re around and now he keeps a small bottle of cologne on him so he can spray it on him to hide the smell a bit.
If you don’t mind the smell and ask him for one yourself, he will always take two out just in case you ask for one.
If he’s walking you home, he’ll leave quickly after you go inside to not overstay his welcome but you usually tell him to come in before he can run off.
He tries not to be too close to you in case you find it intimidating so you’re usually the one who initiates being close to him if you’re someone who’s affectionate towards people you like.
After months of being in this stage of both of you clearly being into one another but not saying anything about it, he’ll finally get the courage to ask you out. He would try to make it as casual as possible so instead of asking you if you’d want to go on a date, he would ask you if you’d wanted to get dinner together. When you say yes he’s relieved but he doesn’t show it on his face.
He will be giving you a small bouquet of flowers and he will be a bit more dressed up than usual to impress you even if it feels a bit uncomfortable to have his collar buttoned to the top. You obviously notice it and unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt before grabbing the flowers which make him feel super flustered leaning on the door frame with his head turned and his hand over his mouth.
The two of you obviously have a good time at dinner and when he brings you back home he doesn’t ask to do it again because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you but you ask if he would like to go on another date with you instead which surprises him making him smile softly and agree to go on another date. Finally putting a label to your odd dynamic for the past few months as dating.
Before he heads out you give him a kiss on the cheek knowing he will NOT be making the first move for physical intimacy…he’s obviously taken aback by this literally hit after hit of being surprised his head is spinning at this point. But eventually he snaps out of it and gently takes your hand to give the back of it a kiss in return before saying goodbye.
Dating:
When he slowly gets used to the fact that the two of you are going out he’s much more relaxed around you.
Bigby is a BIG hugger! Absolutely loves hugging you from behind when you two are alone in one of your guys' places.
In public Bigby mostly just holds your hand and sometimes gives you a few kisses. Since he’s the sheriff he wants to keep his “big bad wolf” image up plus some people might come after you and use you as leverage against him so he tones down the affection.
When Bigby hugs you from behind he likes moving your hair to the side and placing a kiss on the back of your neck while his hand gently holds your face. It’s very sweet!
Sometimes he bites…he tries not to but sometimes he just can’t help it…so if he bites too hard he’ll apologize immediately and he will feel super bad about it for the rest of the day. The only way to snap him out of it is by showering him with affection and love or telling him to stop pouting about it before you leave his place.
Kisses with Bigby tend to be intimate but not usually sexual. He doesn’t initiate it as often as you do but every time he does, he expresses his overwhelming love for you each time.
When Bigby kisses you his hands are usually on the back of your head or neck with his other hand gently cupping your cheek.
Bigby absolutely loves when you fall asleep leaning on his chest!
Sometimes at night as he sleeps he turns into 2nd wolf form especially if he’s having a nightmare so if you two fell asleep spooning, he hugs you very tightly but not enough to hurt you. It usually just wakes you up. So you take that opportunity to touch his hair cause it’s very soft and turn around to lay your head on his chest.
Bigby sometimes acts like he can’t do his own tie so you can do it for him. He’s also very obvious about it so you tease him for it.
If you guys are on the couch together he will always move your legs to be over his lap so he can touch your thighs (not always in a sexual way…).
If Bigby’s kissing at your neck and leaves hickeys he likes licking over them to tease you.
Bigby’s overall very gentle with you especially if you two are having sex because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way.
He likes carrying you around if you two are home! Especially if you’re super tired after work.
Bigby won’t say it but he likes when you scratch at his head or his chin but he absolutely loves when you ruffle his hair.
Bigby becomes a big flirt when you two get together and you’ll never get used to it, always getting flustered over it which makes him tease you even more.
Since Bigby doesn’t initiate kisses as much, he instead is just very grabby, in private of course. He’ll grab at your hips when you’re in front of him when you guys are sitting down or in the car he’s grabbing at your thighs or your hands, and of course sometimes he’ll grab at your ass or your chest but he does that less often and he does it to appreciate all of your body not always with sexual intentions.
Bigby’s also big on bathing together when you get to that point of being extremely comfortable with one another. He loves helping you wash your hair and loves when you do the same to him. When he finishes washing your hair he will leave a kiss on your forehead, your cheeks, and then on your lips very gently.
If you tease Bigby too much in public, he’ll find an alleyway to hide away with you backed against the wall, completely covering you from anyone’s sight and then give you lots of kisses but he won’t do more than that!
I hope you guys enjoyed the hcs and let me know if you'd like more!
Hi, I am curious, how is it that Tarasha, Guilliman's seedling is the only one who's a girl? Also would there be a possibility to get a permission to draw your seedlings with my ocs?
When I was first re-introducing myself to the franchise, I saw a tumblr post that potrayed Guilliman as trans-masc and really liked it. Tarasha kind of spun off from there.
It would be awesome if you used my characters :D I would love to see that!
Author Note: I apologise for the giant time skip, but at this point, all villains have arrived at the hotel. I will be taking requests now! You can request a chapter focusing on a specific character, or you could choose a more generic one that you would like to do. Enjoy!
A few weeks have passed since the Evil Queen first showed up. Since then, your sleep schedule has been thrown off. As you go to sleep later and are forced to wake up earlier, tending to all the villains' demands. Not the worst, as many sidekicks try to help, but there is only so much that can be done.
"Oh (Reader), you look like death themself," Crella says, pausing as she heads to breakfast.
"Jeez, thanks," you say dryly as Si and Am purr, sleeping on your lap and in the gap between your back and the comfy office chair. "Haven't really had a night to fully sleep."
"You know what you need, darling," Curella says, leaning on the front desk as you type something into your computer.
"A nap?" you inquire, holding back a yawn. Reaching for your mug, you frown at the sight of the empty bottom.
"No, even better," she says excitedly, grabbing your own hand in her gloved ones. Taking your hum of acknowledgment as a sign to continue, she leans on the counter closer. "You need a makeover!"
Quickly, Si and Am jolted up, startled by Cruella's exclamation. Getting up, you head to the dining hall wanting to refill your mug. "So I do get a day off to catch up on sleep?"
"Oh, no, you're past that, dear," Grimhidle calls out from her table as she eats her breakfast, noticing you enter.
"Morning to you too, Grim," you greet dryly, getting used to her offhanded insults. You're starting to think she doesn't even realize she does it.
"Hm, yes, well, anyway," Curella dismisses, trying to hide the pang of envy she feels at your attention being off her bright idea. "We can't fix your sleep schedule, but we can make you look more attractive with other means."
"You think I'm attractive?" you ask, grabbing a muffin from a baking tray Smee carries past as he restocks the breakfast counter.
"(Reader) focus," Cruella snaps, lacking any bite.
"Okay, okay. So what is it?" you sigh. "Like a spa day?"
"No~."
"Cruella just spit it out," Mal says, sipping her mug of tea. Others nod in agreement, getting tired of the dragging topic.
"We'll get you a new outfit!" She exclaims, turning back to you.
"Huh?" you ask.
"How will that help?" Dr. Ficillar asks, walking up behind you, to grab a plate. Noticing him look around, you offer your untouched muffin, which he takes, nodding a silent thanks.
You fail to notice how his shadow swoons at you as Ficillar walks away to sit down again.
"Simple, we can't fix their eye bags, so we can find an outfit that will improve their state," she explains, then gasps loudly. "Like a bellhop outfit! Oh yes, it will make you look formal and put together. I can design it to match you perfectly!"
"I don't know, El," you mumble, feeling a bit called out.
"Why not?" she asks, clearly disappointed she is unable to dress you up."Not even just a suit? You can't keep wearing that." She motioned up and down your outfit with her hand.
"Wha- Hey! It's not that bad," you grumble, setting your mug down. A few others chuckle slightly.
"It's too plain," she sighs as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Look, let 'em wear what they want," John Silver cuts in between, pretending to grab some more food. "This job has them on their feet a lot, so of course, a suit won't be good. They're basically holding down this ship."
Huffing, Curella crosses her arms, ready to argue more before the bell rings. "Thought everyone was already here?" you question, looking around.
Making your way to the front as the bell rings more frantically. "Wait, is King Candy here?" you ask Hans as he passes. However, he only shrugs.
Walking to the foyer, you stumble as two small figures run past, catching you off balance. "Lock! Barrel! Get back here, you runts!"
Looking up, you see Oogie Boogie standing at the desk. Lock and Barrel run around, bumping into more villains who don't look pleased with the kids being here. Shock is still busy hitting the bell as she sits on the counter.
Moving behind the desk, you pull the bell away and shove it into a desk drawer. "Good morning!" you greet, forcing a happy attitude. Maybe then you might actually trick yourself into thinking you're not tired.
"Ahh, there you are," Boogie says, leaning closer as the three kids giggle behind, backing up their boss. Nodding, you pull up your computer to see what rooms are left.
"Hi, so my name is (Reader). I'll be helping you," you greet, tapping your finger on the desk. "Would you like a room to yourself with one next door for the kids?"
"I thought this would be a vacation?" he asked carelessly before picking up a spider from the wall and eating it in one bite. Trying your best not to gag, you clear your throat.
"Well, it is, sir."
"So, I don't want to be stuck with no kids. This week is for me, baby," he says, smiling.
"You can't just leave them though-,"
"Then you watch them, ain't you here to help?" he interrupts.
"I do, but again, we do not have any babysitting program... You know what," you mumble, grabbing a key. " Room is on the second floor."
Grabbing the key, Boogie walks away with a bounce in his step as he drags his bag along. You notice how his eye holes follow after Gothal as she leaves her own room. Before Lock, Shock, and Barrel can follow, you cut them off.
"Hold on! We're finding you another room."
"Hey, now!"Lock exclaims.
"We're the Boogie Boys!" Barrel adds.
"So we stay with Boogie!" Shock finishes.
"Well, kiddos, that might not be the safest option right now. As long as I'm in charge of your care, you're having a room on the first floor near my own," you explain, rummaging for some small bracelet key cards you might still have.
"Ohhh (Reader)," a jolly voice calls out with a slight lisp. "Hans said you were looking for me," King Candy says, rocking on his heels.
"What?" you question before remembering your earlier question to Hans. "Oh yeah, I just wanted to make sure you were all settled in and not having any issues and whatnot."
"Oh! Well, that's just so sweet of you. Here's some butterscotch!" he says, holding up a small handful. You still haven't found out where he keeps getting the candy from. "I remember you mentioned liking them as a treat when you work."
"Aww, King Can- Found it!" you exclaim, holding up three bracelets that have tiny key cards on them. Getting back up, you finally take the sweet treats from the short king's hands. "Thank you."
Once he leaves, you finally find a room and figure out how to set up the key cards. "Alright, this should work. Give me your wrist," you order. Carefully, you slide the bracelets onto each kid's wrist and guide them to a room on the first floor, slightly down the hall.
"Now hold your wrist here."
Shock goes first, holding the bracelet to the door. Flinching a bit as if scared to get electrocuted. "You're okay," you softly say as the door beeps while flashing a green light. Hearing the click, you guide her to open the door, allowing them in.
Inside are two small twin beds. There is also a pull-out couch that you walk over to and open up for them. Near the entrance is a small bathroom. Gathering them back up, you lay down some ground rules.
"Meal times are specific, but we have some snacks if needed. If you ever need help, you can call me. Got it?" you ask, making them nod up at you. "You can also mess around. I know you, and I know you like pulling pranks. However, I won't always step in to help, so you need to act at your own risk."
Nodding, the kids start exploring again. As Shock and Lock fight for which bed, Barrel tugs at your pants, looking up. "Thank you," he says awkwardly, clearly not used to being polite.
"You're welcome, kiddo, now behave and call if you ever need anything." You finish before leaving to tend to your daily tasks again.
Walking down the hall, you sigh, thinking of all the piling tasks for you to complete. "Oh God, this is a lot..." you groan, rubbing your face, making it to your desk. Realizing you didn't have time to actually have breakfast, you stand back up, stretching.
Re-entering the dining hall, you spot Bellwether sitting mostly by herself. However, you noticed that even alone, she was eavesdropping. Getting an idea, you straighten up and walk over.
"Hey, Bellwether, correct?" you say, standing across the small round table with your hands resting in your pockets.
Looking up, worried that you had caught her, Bellwether laughs nervously. "Hahaha, yep, that's me!" she spits out quickly, her voice getting higher at the end.
"Mind if I join ya?" you ask, resting a hand on the chair.
"Oh, that's fine!" she nods, shifting to sit up straighter.
"Thanks," you flash a smile, sitting and leaning forward a bit. "So, you're getting settled in? I know sometimes the big guys can be a little mean."
"Well, yes, they can be a lot, but you seem to handle it really well."
"Why, thank you," you hum, leaning back. "It's just so much work sometimes. You know, handling all of the manual labor and some office work."
"I can help!" King Manifico leans down while passing by excitedly. Before you get to reply, Bill Skye is already dragging Manifico. Talking about "respecting business talk and space".
"Okay?" you mumble before turning back. "Anyways, I was wondering if you would like to help me with a more desk-work-type task. That is, if you want to?"
Staring, Bellwether taps her mug with her dark purple nail as you wait awkwardly for her. "W-well, that is a big honor, and I wouldn't want to mess it up," she rambles, watching your expression for any doubt.
"Out of everyone, I trust you the most to help. I understand if you would rather relax, though. I mean, this is your vacation, so this is up to you."
"What would this job entail?" she asks.
"Help to organize events, helping to keep track of all the repairs needed, taking complaints, possibly helping me file for taxes," you list, counting off your fingers. "Of course, I can get you a laptop-,"
"Oh, I already have one!" she exclaims excitedly, thinking about being able to work behind the desk with you. This could be a chance to have power over others, a silent way to rise to the top of the food chain.
"Perfect, then I can go find you a chair, and we'll help clear a spot at the front just for you." You finish leaning forward, smiling that your plan had worked.
Finally finishing breakfast, you continue your day nervously excited for what adventures might follow after you.
Warnings: questionable consent, questionable comprehension of consent, controlling relationship dynamics, breaking and entering, voyeurism, self-delusion, unhealthy obsession...you probably get the point by now. Please do not read this if you don't like fictional men being horribly toxic.
Summary: Mortarion finds his bonded. Semi-canon to the 'main' Mortarion husbandry story.
Mortarion had been in the warp one moment. The next he was on a planet staring at a mortal woman's ass as she filled a basket with some sort of squash from her garden. He stayed quite still, silently taking in his surroundings. Despite his massive size, with his wings furled he could just about blend in with the cattails and muck he’d landed in.
He didn't really know what was pulling him towards this woman. He didn't really care. He would have her soon enough. That was inevitable. For now, he watched and listened. She was humming to herself as she worked.
A long yellow vehicle pulled up nearby and two kids ran out, speaking to the woman in a language he didn't recognize. He watched as she scooped up the basket and ushered them into the nearby dwelling place. Once they were inside, he quietly sniffed around until he determined what room she’d moved into, and tucked himself up against the outer wall next to the trash cans. He could smell baking bread as she worked. That was good. His consort should be able to cook. It smelled like she was making several batches as well to prepare!
After he was certain she wasn't going anywhere, he slipped back towards the pond to prepare a few things. He needed a courting gift after all. In a couple of hours he had a fresh cattail basket, a bird’s nest filled with small eggs, the birds from said nest (plucked and cleaned), and a set of wild flowers with a pleasing tart taste.
The warp felt so distant here, but he could still pull enough to step through it. He marked the room where the last light had gone off and stepped out into it. The fascinating baseline he had been watching was fast asleep. Her face was lined up close, and her stomach showed stretch marks where her shirt had slid up. Slowly he moved closer and placed a hand over her mouth to make sure she didn't accidentally wake up the kids.
She woke up with a start as his other hand traced across her face. He spoke to her calmly “Don't worry, I have you safe now,” but she didn't seem to understand his words. Patience. He pulled his hand back and offered her the basket. She looked in it with trepidation turning to what seemed to be utter confusion before reaching for some sort of portable communication device.
He growled very softly at that and she froze up. No one else should be interrupting their meeting! He set the basket down and reached both hands out to stroke her face and hair. She babbled something in her language and he continued to whisper soothing words to her to calm her down, pulling her in closer to his body. Slowly she started to relax, sobbing in his arms as he hummed and sang to her in his own native tongue.
This was a fine start, he thought. She would come to understand in time. He held onto her until exhaustion made her slowly fall back into sleep before setting her back in her bed and heading out the window.
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