Might run a traitor primarch version too and then the least favs of both will joust each other in a final duel to determine the least favorite of them all
ok so this is kinda dumb and a lil silly but like. what do you think the primarchs would think seeing their beloved be a terrible/ugly sleeper? like they walk in to check on their beloved and their s/o is just sound asleep in bed, messy tangled hair, snoring, in an awkward position, and taking up half the bed (which is a feat in and of itself considering its primarch sized lol) would the primarchs find it endearing? embarrassing? funny?
Primarchs discovering that they beloved is an ugly sleeper
Lion ElâJonson
He entered the room silently only to check whether his beloved is resting properly but instead he finds them sprawled diagonally across the enormous bed, hair covering half their face, mouth slightly open, one arm hanging over the edge. The s/o snore and the Lion stops and looks toward the door checking whether anyone else witnessed this catastrophic breach of dignity. The s/o rolls over and somehow expands farther occupying the bed even more which should be physically impossible. The Lion studies the situation like an unfamiliar battlefield. Eventually he carefully moves one strand of hair away from their mouth so they donât eat it in their sleep. He finds it endearing but will never admit it, if anyone else sees his beloved sleeping like this they are sworn to silence.
Fulgrim
Fulgrim is horrified by seeing his beloved sleeping face down, hair tangled into a nest, one cheek crushed against the pillow, snoring softly with absolutely no regard for symmetry.
âMy love.â He approaches. âMy beautiful, exquisite-â The beloved snorts in their sleep and turns over with the grace of a collapsing building. Fulgrim covers his mouth trying not to laugh. The situation is deeply undignified and also unbearably adorable. He takes a picture for private appreciation later and gently arranges the blankets, trying to move their hair into something less catastrophic but gives up when they immediately rub their face against the pillow and ruin it again.
Perturabo
He initially assumes something is wrong because the sleeping position is structurally impossible. One leg is twisted sideways, one arm is beneath the pillow, their neck is positioned at an angle that should result in immediate mechanical failure and somehow they have occupied nearly the entire bed. âHow.â Perturabo walks around it slowly analyzing. His beloved snores and Perturabo frowns. He attempts to move them into a healthier position but they immediately roll back. He tries again, they expand sideways and steal his pillow. Perturabo becomes increasingly offended by the inefficiency of sleep until his beloved mumbles his name in their sleep and reaches blindly toward him. All frustration disappears. The next morning there is a new custom pillow support system beside the bed. No explanation is provided.
Jaghatai Khan
He takes one look and laughs delightedly. His beloved is lying sideways across the bed, hair everywhere, blankets kicked off, one foot somehow resting on the headboard.
âHow did you get there?â They snore in response and he finds the whole thing hilarious, especially the fact that such a small person has conquered a bed built for a Primarch. He tries to climb in but there is no room, his beloved somehow claimed all available territory. Jaghatai gently shifts them and they immediately roll toward him and throw one arm over his chest⊠now he is trapped. He grins, great outcome. In the morning, he tells them everything and even imitates the snoring.
Russ
He thinks itâs the cutest thing he has ever seen. His beloved is tangled in blankets, hair wild, snoring openly, occupying most of the bed like a victorious warlord. âLook at you.â Russ stands there grinning. âConquered the whole territory, have you?â The beloved makes a strange noise and hugs a pillow tighter, Russ laughs so loudly they almost wake up. He doesnât care about snoring or messy hair for his are even worse. He climbs into the bed and simply picks his beloved up, places them on top of him and goes to sleep. Problem solved.
Dorn
He observes the situation in silence. His beloved is asleep diagonally with hair tangled and mouth open, their breathing occasionally produces a soft whistle and they are occupying an unreasonable percentage of the mattress. Dorn calculates available sleeping space. He attempts to move one pillow and the beloved immediately claims the newly opened area. He tries adjusting the blanket and they steal it. Finally he lies on the edge of the bed with perfect posture while his beloved sleeps like a natural disaster beside him. He finds it endearing but simply doesnât display this in obvious ways. On the next day the bed is swapped for one wider.
Konrad Curze
Curze enters expecting vulnerability and perhaps something delicate but instead he finds his beloved sleeping like they were thrown down a staircase. He stares and smiles slowly, a strange soft expression nobody is supposed to see. He finds it bizarrely precious and insults them with great tenderness. âYou are hideous.â His beloved snores louder. âRepulsive.â He gently moves the hair away from their nose. He becomes violently protective of their sleeping privacy, only he is allowed to witness the creature beneath the blankets.
Sanguinius
His beloved is sleeping sprawled across the bed with tangled hair, one knee raised, face squashed into a pillow and making tiny snoring noises. Sanguinius lets out a genuine helpless smile because there is something deeply comforting about them feeling safe enough to sleep terribly around him. He gently sits beside them, the beloved shifts and takes up even more space. Sanguinius laughs softly and carefully wraps the wings around them.
Ferrus
He assumes they are injured because no one sleeps in that position voluntarily. Their arm is bent beneath them, the hair is tangled across their face and one leg is completely outside the blankets. Ferrus walks over and examines closely, they snore and he relaxes slightly. He notices they have taken over most of the bed. He nudges them. Nothing. He tries moving their leg and they immediately kick the blanket farther away. The next morning he bluntly informs how remarkably inefficient they are while unconscious.
Angron
He enters quietly and his beloved is completely unconscious with hair tangled, blankets twisted, one arm stretched over his pillow and snoring softly. They are defenseless, peaceful and safe. Angron stands there for a long moment. The beloved makes a ridiculous sound in their sleep and Angron almost laughs. He walks closer and simply sits beside them, they shift toward his warmth immediately without hesitation. He doesnât understand why but that makes him emotional. He carefully moves one blanket over their shoulder.
Roboute Guilliman
He comes in intending to check whether his beloved is sleeping properly. Technically they are but their hair is everywhere and they have taken up an astonishing amount of space. Guilliman studies the situation and the remaining six inches of mattress. He tries gently rotating them into a safer position and they immediately return to the original one. He adjusts the pillow and they throw it onto the floor. He quickly realizes that sleep canât be administrated while the beloved sleeps on. He tries to lie down beside them but there is still no room so he ends up sleeping at an awkward angle. âWe may benefit from a larger bed.â He says the next morning.
Mortarion
He sees the beloved sleeping badly and immediately approves of the sheer honesty of it, for he finds the lack of performance strangely comforting. He doesnât move or correct their position and lets them occupy most of the bed. He has endured worse conditions. The next morning he will tease with brutal honesty.
Magnus the Red
Magnus finds the entire thing fascinating. His beloved is asleep in a position he has never seen documented in any anatomical text and occupying almost the entire bed. He considers using telekinesis to reposition them but decides against it because somehow they look comfortable. He sits nearby reading. Every few minutes they produce a strange noise and Magnus looks over every time. Eventually they roll over and throw one arm across his lap so Magnus stays completely still so he doesnât wake them. The next morning he delightedly explains that they demonstrated seven distinct sleeping positions. He counted.
Horus
He sees his beloved sleeping like a disaster and instantly smiles without hesitation. He loves it. The fact that someone so small has conquered an enormous bed is intimate and real. Nobody else but him gets this version of them. He sits beside them and gently brushes hair away from their face, the beloved answers by snoring directly against his hand. He laughs and takes a picture for affection but also possibly for teasing.
Lorgar
He finds it spiritually beautiful and makes everyone uncomfortable about it. His beloved is sprawled across the bed completely without dignity and Lorgar sees profound meaning, they trust him and have surrendered consciousness beside him without fear. âThere is holiness even in this.â He whispers.
Vulkan
He is overwhelmingly affectionate and thinks every part is precious. Vulkan smiles so warmly the room may actually get brighter. He could easily move them but he doesn't, instead he carefully climbs into the remaining space. The beloved rolls closer, he pulls the blanket over them both. If they wake embarrassed Vulkan laughs and kisses their forehead.
Corvus Corax
He is quietly amused, tender and slightly impressed. He watches from the doorway and smiles slightly. Itâs a rare sight and they look completely unguarded. Corvus retrieves the blanket and places it over them, they immediately kick one foot out. He adjusts it again and the foot returns. He accepts defeat and sits in the nearby chair, reading. When the beloved wakes up he shows them a small sketch, he tenderly documented the territorial expansion.
Alpharius Omegon
One twin enters, sees their beloved sleeping sideways occupying nearly the entire enormous bed and leaves. The other twin enters, sees the same thing and leaves. They return together and their beloved shifts taking even more space. In the morning they proudly inform the beloved that they successfully denied two Primarchs access to their own bed.
Luther: Lion had everything he wanted. He was a leader,people followed him like a beacon in the night, he had power. And now he had the love of someone like you, and what do he do with it? He just let it rot, aware of its presence, of YOUR presence, ignoring it like you do woth a stain that cannot go away. It would be different if it was him, you wpuld be appreciated, loved like you deserve!
"I could give you what he cannot. Just look at my dorwction!"
Julius Kaesoron:
"Oh dear what a mess."
The captain start to collecting your paper, more calm and composed than your frantic ones. He had saw whatvyou harbor for his father, he can hear it in his ears like you do with a melody and it's beautifull. He praise you everytime he can, and yet his aren't for your works or for what your mind can create, those praise are always direct to you. You're amazing, you can do wonders, you, you ,you. Fi ally, his hand reach yours, stopping it, allowing his thumbs to caress your skin. He love his father, but a love like yours need to be treasured, cherished like the most sacred song ever created. Not used to polish some sort of pride.
"It would be such a waste to loose any of this treasure."
Kyodomor Forrix: he can see the crack when the blow is given and, worh his suprise, he wish to not stay at his father side, but to your and hold you. He want to tell you that your love is not a burden, that is like marble, beautyfull and sturdy, magnificent to create work of art! But he can't, he cannot open his mouth, only watch how such a precious creature like you get broken with the harsh words of his father. And even after, when the pressure lift and only an aura of nothingless stay, he could only watch how you scarred away from his grasp and how you run depart from the cause of such pain.
"Please, wait, I just...I just need one chance..."
Qin Xa: the Khan is fast like the wind, nothing can catch him, even the attention of you little one. Yet, his second in command, his trusted son did noticed, even in the storm he did noticed your eyes, your heartbeat, your movements. You wanted the endless sky, but it was too much.
Qin Xa, however, was not the wind. He was like the horses, fast and furious yet in need to claim some fresh water and some rest. And you little one were the most desirable rest He could wish for.
"My father will never slow down, not for you. But me? I would stop the world if you just ask."
Gunnar Gunnhilt: when he heard his laugh his desire to cut his throat is so high that he needs to leave the party. You confess, the most precious thing in this death world confess her love to him and HE LAUGH?! You're nor a story to laugh about it around the fire, you are the treasure of an adventure made to be remembered! But this aslo mean that he can start his courting, Leman will surely not mind now.
"The wolf king laugh at you, moon shine. I would not. I would write ballads and songs only to explain what my heart feel."
Sigismund : you had fallen for his father, yet his heart stay unmoved by your devotion and the sweet warmth that you can give. He will protect you, but his protection is not different from the one he can give to others, is basic, standard. Sigismund eould be your shield, he would protect you and became that one wall that stay between you and the end. He still remember the one he had lost, the one he wanted to protect amd couldn't and now you are here, perfect in everything he can imagine. You're a day of spring on Inwitt, you are unique, full of mistakes and perfections. When he look at you he imagine those old stories of knight and their ladies, ready to sacrifice everything for them.
"I am yours. I ask for nothing, just for you to see me. Please..."
Jago Sevatar: where everyone saw the monster you saw the man and decided to love him anyway. So why can't he? His father refused you, refused the one thatvhad for once saw beyond the line HE had made. Little princess, can't you see that he is not so sifferent from his father? You saw the beauty of the night, he had embraced it long ago! He's there, right in front of you, and he's ready to accept it all. He jad learned this emotion from you! Ypu awake something meant to stay hidden! Take your responsability then, allow him to love you.
"You had loved him. So why can't you try to do the same to me?"
Raldoron: It's like a blade piercing his chest, one he cannot ignore, that hurt more than he could manage. He love his father, so so deeply, then why?! Why guvingbyou an affection that cannot compare to your own?! He can understand you pain, he had always been good in reading others hearts, and yours is crying. Please, please little star, can't you feel him close to you? He's not trying to sendnyou away, he doesn't want to hurt you, he just want you to understand that what his father cannot give, he can provide!
"Can you feel it? My heart ache just like yours..."
Gabriel Santar: he should do like his father, reminding himself of yours and his place. Instead, his eyes follow your meek walk, the one of a wound that cannot be foxed by any bionics. He should stay cold and steady, unmoved, and yet he feel his feet struggling to not follow you. He had always imagine how others would be improved with some augmentation, but you...he couldn't. Youbwere perfect, in his eyes you were what he believe was impossible to improve. And he hated it.
Hated you because you made him human, this feeling that kept on crawling in his veins and his father because he couldn't avoid to broke something so perfect.
"My father cannot do mistake. But with you...he had done a big one."
Kharn: his father hands cannot hold you without hurting you, he can. His father cannot gently whispers every thoughts you awake in his head, he can. He can do everything his father ever wanted, including having you at his side like lover, like a bride, without fearing of hurting you. He can control the nails, between the rage he can still find some balance and, even if he's not sure, he believe you have something to do with it. But you dare to look to something unreachable, to gave up what you have to someone that don't even dare to try. Such a waste...
"I can love you, properly. I can be what you desire.."
Severus Agemann: Is illogical. His father had done good to reject you, their life was not menat for love or affection.
...Then why does it feel wrong?
He had saw you several time, you are...pleasant. You are diligent, capable, he gave you that. But they are not normal men, they have an oath of eternal service!
...Yet why he feel...jealous? Why he wish that confession went to him? Why he felt like on his father are like dust in the wind? Why he felt like he would treasure them like a treasure?
He feel so conflicted, it's annoying, he never wnated this!
"Stop looking at the Primarch like he will change his mind someday. Try to look around, someone interested is close for sure."
Calas Typhon: sweet little flower, poor sweet child, the primarch broke your heart? Sweet one, he cannot see your value, but he can. He see the potential, the beauty, he saw it and he want it for himself. He know you're splendid now, but he can already see you to your radiant state in the future! You just need to say yes, renounce to that foolishness affection for his Primarch, accept him and only him.
"He cannot adore you like I could."
Ahzek Ahriman: when he saw what you were, what your mind hidden, he felt his heart cry. Firstly because he had never saw such beauty before and secondly because he knew that his father would never see what he did. He would just let you orbit, but a moon can never be loved properly by a sun, and that broke his heart nad enrage him. Why Magnus cannot see what he can see?! Why do you have to be so close and yet so far?! What he must do so you can finally notice that those wave of pure adoration came from him?!
"Can you feel it? Can you feel my love? There's just this truth, you must accept it."
Ezekyle Abaddon: his father play with you like a child do it with a toy that will loose their charm sooner or later and he can't have that. No, Horus can have the universe, the power, everything but he can't have you! Isn't he good as him?! Can't you see?!
He won't play with you! He will make you a queen at his side, just stop acting like you can't see his love for you! Gave in, accept him, is for your best!
"He doesn't love you, I DO. He will never, he's a fool, and you are one as well if you KEEP ESCAPING ME."
Kor Phaeron: Lorgar talk about a love that he cannot understand, but he do and he know you can understand it as well. Why do you look at him like a child look at the shadow? He's not planning anything against you!
He's planning a future where you can be the goddess you deserve!
With Lorgar, what future you can have? Sweet one, the gods had set you both to the same path and is wise to not waste their gift...
"Sometime I think it's destiny for us to be this close..."
Artellus Numeon: he felt almost ashamed to ask to his father to create that suggestion, to put that seed of curiosity. But Vulkan know, he saw it everytime he watched how his captain looked at you, not the same devotion he had for him, something deeper, sacred. A flame ment to engulf but to not burn. And when you confessed, the primarch knew that this would wound his beloved son so deeply that nothign would ever compare. Artellus know why you are dragged to his father and would shield you from the pain of his rejection, yet he cannot shake away the hope that this would finally get you to see him.
"I'm sorry, he just want to help..."
Kayvaan Shrike: his father cannot take the weight of the fact that your love cannot reach him. He doesn't blame him, he understand how bright such emotion can be for the master of shadow. But he does not back down. When Corvus disappear, he's there, holding the pieces, became the support of that painfull moment. He will act, he will stay close, he will show that your love will never burn him, and if does he's happily accept it. Not so many words a shared, but the ones that he can giove are the ones that matter to him.
"Please...stay..."
Ingo Pech: he know that this is cruel, that his doing is sick and twisted, but you must understand that it's just for you own good, for you to not to suffer, for you and only you. His features are just like his fathers, you would never know the difference! They were ready to gave up your heart, but he cannot, he could never. You will never know that he's not the ones you loved, but his love is true and if their faces is what he needs to hold you in his arms, so he will live that lie.
"How can I refuse your love? Of course I love you too!"
Though I thing that, at least with a few of these, the reader has a CHANCE of happiness if they warm towards the First Captain. Not a lot of them... but a few!
Forgive me if you've done this already, but I'd love to see your version of each Primarch's reaction to their wives telling them their going to be a father.
An actual father. Not to Astartes, but to a child of their own.
Thank you!
From the start we are working with those who are hesitant, accepted, elated, and celebrated.
Those who celebrate are Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan, and Vulkan.
Leman Russ calls a feast unlike any Fenris has ever seen, for he is to be with his heir, birthed by you and you alone. So all must celebrate this, all must bow their heads and bring gifts. For this is the truth of the prophecy, your blood and his to be shared in a child who soon will greet this world with the first cry.
Jaghatai Khan calls for the gathering of the clans. A child is to come. Something shared between you and him. Something that will, when the time comes, inherit his wildness and, well, everything else.
Vulkan calls for celebration across his whole world. A child. A child is to be the proof of yours and his love. A proof that life does, in fact, find a way. And that the way can be both joyful and beautiful for both you and him, and then for the child who comes to be in this world.
The hesitant ones are Konrad Curze, Mortarion, Angron, Alpharius, and Omegon.
Konrad Curze knows his fate, and it is one painted in blood and darkness. So having another of his bloodline in this world speaks to the darkest recesses of his soul. He is unsure, yet also hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, this will bring something better to the world he is in.
Mortarion is understandably apprehensive. A child is something to be cherished, yet all he knows in this world is pain and struggle. So he does not trust his own hand to help with this. Yet he will try. For your sake.
Angron never trusted himself around any other living being, let alone something so small and helpless as a child. Yet he would still strive for your sake.
They are both above and below such things as shared kinship of blood. Yet maybe, just maybe, this one will work out. This one will be theirs, Alpharius and Omegonâs own heir.
The elation is almost palpable for Fulgrim, Lorgar Aurelian, and Horus Lupercal.
For Fulgrim, it is a sight of great love. Yours and his shared blood will make an appearance in this world. The masterpiece that the two of you painted together. The most perfect being that could ever be in this world will come to draw breath and cry into this world. This is a sign, a sign of his and your greatness in this world.
Lorgar Aurelian wants for nothing more than for your shared genetics to be born into this world, to bless it with their cries and breath, so he can shape their mind into the ways his was shaped once. So please, oh please, dear one, be safe during your pregnancy and delivery, for he is here to bring the fruit of your shared union into the world as it was always meant to be.
How could Horus Lupercal be anything less than elated? You are now heavy with his child, a proof of his superiority, a proof that yours and his love can create something greater than the moment of pleasure. Oh, dearest one, you are now holy and divine. You are a vessel that will bear his heirs into the world, and he will stop at nothing to make sure that you are both safe and happy. For this is how things should be.
For the accepting ones there are  Lion ElâJonson, Perturabo, Roboute Guilliman, Ferrus Manus, Magnus the Red, Corvus Corax, and Rogal Dorn and Sanguinius
Sanguinius is of two minds: on one hand he is apprehensive, on the other he ready to accept that your union will become a child in this world. He is still, however, a little worried about how this new life will develop in your womb. Will it drain you of life? Will it not? He does not know, and his future sight is useless in this time. He only hopes that they will be born soon, and that you will be free from carrying them, free
Lion ElâJonson is not the sort to make a song and dance over it, but he understands what this means. A child is a child, and if they are yours and his, then they are to be guarded, trained, and cherished with all the seriousness such a thing deserves. Lion does not need the bloodline to feel the weight of it. He will simply accept the child as his own and make sure they are raised to stand in a world that is always trying to bite first and ask questions later.
Perturabo would be surprisingly matter-of-fact about it. Yes, the child is not born of easy circumstances, yes, the world is cruel, yes, there are complications. And yet, if they are to be yours and his, then they are his responsibility as well. Perturabo would accept them with the grim certainty of a man who knows that something valuable must be built carefully, or it will break. He will not be sentimental, but he will be there, and that counts for more than he would ever say out loud.
Of course he accepts it. Guilliman is not one to place unnecessary weight on blood alone when there is already so much meaning in the act of raising a child together. He would see the child as a future, a duty, and a blessing all at once. If the child is yours, then they are his by every measure that matters. And he will make certain they are given structure, love, and the very best chance to become something extraordinary.
Ferrus Manus would accept the child with the straightforward certainty. No complicated speeches, no fuss, no hesitation. He would see the child as something to protect and shape with care. He is not soft about it, but he is steady, and that steadiness is its own kind of love.
Magnus the Red would accept your shared child with a strange and luminous kind of wonder. He would not care whether the path was simple or conventional, only that the child is real and that they are to be shared between you. To him, the child is an unfolding mystery, a bright and living proof that the future can still surprise him. He would be fascinated, devoted, and already thinking too many thoughts about what this new life might become.
Corvus Corax would accept it quietly, without fanfare. Corvus is not one to make a grand declaration when a softer truth will do. If the child is yours and his, then they are his to protect, his to raise, and his to watch over from the edges until they are ready to stand in the light. He would not ask for more than that. He would simply be there, steady and watchful, as though he had always known this was coming.
Rogal Dorn would accept it as a fact of duty and love both. There would be no uncertainty in him once the decision is made. If the child is yours and his, then they are to be protected, taught, and given every chance to become strong. He would not be overly expressive about it, but that does not mean he feels it any less. Dorn loves in the form of walls, structure, and endurance, and he would build all three around this child without hesitation. to nurture them. And he will be there for whatever is required.
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Portrait of Sebastian Yarrick (in his younger years)
~ I really like all the military portraits of the past painted in oil. When I was at the 1812 War Museum, I fell in love with a man from a similar portrait ~
All six artworks for the warhammer 40k story I penned! Wanted to post them all together when done. These quick arts have helped me to get back into my art grove again in time for artfight c:
From top to bottom featuring: Azgorekh, Zahndrekh, Setekh, Obyron, Imotekh, and then Azgorekh again to finish it off!
Was rereading the Sevatar dates the Primarchsâ daughters ask, and thought itâs time for a follow up.
The Primarchsâ daughter calls for help, and the Primarchs rush to her aid. To their great surprise , the problem is NOT Sevatar.
In fact, they find Sevatar half to three quarters dead, still shielding their daughter with his own body. Protecting her from whatever threat tried to hurt her.
Turns out Sevatar actually likes the girl, and heâs fiercely protective.
What do, Primarchs?
Had to reread my works too so hereâs Part 1 for everyone else to have some context!
Fulgrim
âAt least your skills arenât lacking.â
What concerns him the most is that his daughter is alright, the savior comes second. While a lot of things need to be refined about Sevatar to make him acceptable in Fulgrims eyes at least the skills that the man has are good enough to rival some of his own. Perhaps his daughter hadnât chosen that bad when it comes to her relationship and heâs reluctantly to admit it.
Lion Elâ Jonson
âWhy were you in this situation in the first place?â
Nothing will make Lion love Sevatar and heâs paranoid enough to believe the whole rescue was staged or that Sev has some other motives for saving his daughter. You though heâs going to lessen the honor guard? Wrong! He doubles it since Sevatar canât keep his daughter out of dangerous situations in the first place. Nothing escapes his suspicions.
Perturabo
âAs you should.â
Hardly anything can impress Perturabo and the same goes for Sevatars heroic act. Being able to protect his daughter is a requirement to date her and Sev was just doing his duty in his eyes. Emperor forbid Sev wouldâve failed his task. Perturabo wouldâve just wring the neck of the first captain no matter what legion he belongs to or the consequences that might follow after.
Rogal Dorn
âThis isâŠacceptable.â
Rogal had not wanted to have Sevatar around at all but even he couldnât deny the competence that he had showed. His daughter being safer with a Night Lord than with his own soldiers was a flaw that he needed to fix. Now he might open his doors for the Night Lord under certain circumstances but that doesnât mean he will suddenly allow them to run wild in his home.
Konrad Curze
âYou didnât fail..yet.â
With Konrad itâs not about how fiercely protective he is, itâs about how long Sev wants to be alive and with his skin on. He saw the worst futures for their relationship and yet Sev managed to avoid them. For a small while it makes him doubt his visions. Maybe his daughter is safe with one of his sons after all? He needs to look at the tarot cards to calm his soul.
Sanguinius
âAzkaellon please put away your sword.â
A part of Sanguinius had expected that Sevatar would sooner or later show his real face but it suprised him that it was not his daughter that received a bloody end. Perhaps he should have a bit more faith in their relationship after all. Although his honor guard is still ready to lynch Sevatar if he breathes the wrong way at the daughter of their Primarch.
Roboute Guilliman
Theoretical: The First Captain of the Night Lords saved my daughter from certain death. Practical: I have no reasons to object their relationship. Guilliman tried to meddle in his daughterâs life but now he had to begrudgingly accept that Sev was dedicated and wonât be going anywhere. Now he had lost that battle and was reluctantly stuck with an all too gleeful Night Lord.
Corvus Corax
âYour kind is usually more cowardly.â
That Sevatar survived was expected. That Sevatar would actually save his daughter was not. When the relationship started he had been skeptical and expected it to end in someoneâs death but discrediting Sevatar would make him a hypocrite himself . Corvus might not like a whole legion of sadists and criminals but maybe he can tolerate one of them around.
Vulkan
âMaybe I judged too harshly.â
Vulkan is really trying to reconcile the image of the Night Lords with the man who stand before him. From someone like Sevatar he wouldâve expected way less. Still just because Sev protected his daughter, doesnât mean heâs suddenly welcome. Everyone can do grand gestures but Vulkan wants to see consistency instead but itâs a first step he can acknowledge.
Ferrus Manus
âYour strength didnât waver.â
The methods of the eight legion might not be to his liking but Sevatar stands out and Ferrus knows that itâs a good match after all. Heâs not fond of the first captain as a person but with his own philosophy Sevatar had shown strength of body and character and he had failed to recognize it when his daughter firstly introduced them. Now he had to change his mind.
Leman Russ
âDonât expect any privileges.â
Leman snarls as itâs revealed that it was someone else who saved his daughter instead of his own legions but a debt is a debt. Sevatar might just won a way into the fold of the Space Wolves even if heâs not received warmly. Itâs hard to earn Lemans respect but Sev is coming closer to it and maybe a few more acts like that will get him a honor spot amongst the legion.
Jaghatai Khan
âSo a Night Lord does have a sense of honor after all.â
Jaghatai had frowned upon their relationship from the beginning considering the reputation that the Night Lords have but Sevatar seems to be an exception from their flock. While he may never fully accept the relationship itâs not beyond him to acknowledge that despite his misgivings Sevatar might be a good match as long as Sev keeps his loyalty to his daughter.
Magnus
âSomething is strange with you First Captain.â
In this instance Sev is more under his scrutiny. Sure he was not thrilled about a Night Lord taking the heart of his daughter but now he mightâve felt something like psychic energy from the first captain and heâs intrigued. He would be mora then delighted to lead Sev to enlightenment if heâs proven right. He shouldâve ner doubted his daughterâs judgement.
Mortarion
âYour survival is a testament of your resilience.â
The heroic act of saving his daughter is not the only thing that fascinates him. Despite all odds the first captain survived and pulled out his daughter. Mortarion is perhaps one of the few who was not against their relationship in the first place but the protection of his daughter confirmed that she had indeed chosen right even if itâs a Night Lord.
Angron
âGood.â
For Angron the fact that Sevatar not only has the strength to hold his own but is also loyal to his daughter solidifies their relationship. His brethren should take their first captain as an example instead of following their cowardly ways. Sevatar might be the only Night Lord that ever got the recognition of Angron and heâs more than proud of it.
Horus Lupercal
âAnd where have YOU been you imbeciles?â
His daughter is safe and thatâs what matters the most for him. While Horus had not been that fond of Sevatar being with his daughter he realizes that maybe heâs useful beyond diplomatic relations with his brother and now heâs forced to accept that the relationship isnât ending any time soon. Now he just needs to find out where the hell his Mournival were when the attack happened.
Lorgar Aurelian
âWhat a blessing that you are around..â
This was a sign that Lorgar had been wrong about the First Captain. He had been hesitant to accept the connection his daughter had with a Night Lord but now it was confirmed that they were supposed to be together by fate. Such devotion to protect his daughter is remarkable and will correct his own doubts. Perhaps their relationship had been a blessing in disguise.
Alpharius/Omegon
âAn interesting development.â
While it certainly comes in handy that Sevatar was dating their daughter they also believed that a part of it was just a clever ruse for the eight legion to spy on them. Hardly any of the twins believed that the feelings were genuine but they were proven otherwise. It also raises question if the First Captain might switch sides for their daughter given the right circumstances.
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You had a love before him, but now your love is dead. How each and every Primarchs would react?
Lion El'Jonson
He will stand tall, voice steady, offering you quiet counsel and a hand to hold. He will not speak of his relief, but his eyes will soften when you mention the future, and his presence will be a shield around you.
Fulgrim
He will kiss your tears away, voice soft, calling your past a necessary step to this perfection. He will exalt you, and his joy will be woven into every word.
Perturabo
In your crisis Perturabo will offer you structure, plans, a future laid out in clean lines. He will not say he is glad you are now single, but his calculations will now include you as central, and his relief will show in the precision of his care.
Jaghatai Khan
He will ride close, silent, and let his presence speak. When you mention what comes next, his laugh will be lighter, and his pace will slow to match yours.
Leman Russ
He will sit beside you, beer in hand, and say little. But when you speak of the future, his grin will widen, and his hand will find yours, claiming you without words.
Rogal Dorn
He will offer you strength, a fortress, a future built on stone. He will not gloat, but his steady gaze will tell you that you are now his, and he is glad.
Konrad Curze
He will watch you from the dark, voice low, saying that the past was a curse broken. He will not claim you, but his satisfaction will show in the way he stays.
Sanguinius
He will defer to you, letting you lead, yet his wings will curl around you, and his quiet smile will betray the joy he feels at your freedom and ability to chose him.
Ferrus Manus
He will press his metal hand to your shoulder, voice rough but warm. He will offer you solidity, and his joy will be in the certainty that you are now his.
Angron
He will grip your hand, red eyes burning, and say nothing of the past. But his rage will quiet when you speak of the future, and his relief will show in the way he holds you.
Roboute Guilliman
He will be respectful, but a few days later Roboute begins to speak of legacy, of what you will build together. He will not say he is rejoiced, but his efficiency will shift to center you, and his relief will show in his care.
Mortarion
He will be cold aloud, yet his grip will not loosen. He will not speak of joy, but he will keep you close, and his silence will carry the weight of a secret thankfulness.
Magnus the Red
He will see the threads of fate snap and reform, and his voice will soar with the knowledge that you are now bound to him. He will call it prophecy, and his joy will be undeniable.
Horus Lupercal
He will smile, bright and radiant, and pull you into his embrace. He will speak of destiny fulfilled, of stars aligning, and of you finally being free to be his.
Lorgar Aurelian
He will kneel, voice trembling, calling your loss a divine sign. You are blessed with new beginning, pressed to his chest. All while he is weeping with the beauty of what is now possible.
Vulkan
He will hold you gently, tears in his eyes, and speak of healing and new life. He will not hide his relief, and his warmth will wrap around you like a promise.
Corvus Corax
He will linger in the shadows beside you, silent but ever-present. Corvus will not claim your grief, but he will let you know, without words, that you are no longer alone, and that the past is gone.
Alpharius Omegon
They will speak as one, voice single: "You are free. And now, you are with us." No more. No less. Their joy will be absolute, and their claim on you unshakable.
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Let's say that the Primarchs had one stand and then after some time they found out they were dads. How will they react?
There are those who will treat you with suspicion, needing to see the indubitable proof that the child is indeed theirs. Those are Lion El'Jonson, Corvus Corax, Perturabo, Mortarion, Angron and Alpharius and Omegon. Yet, once the proof is presented to them, they will change. You are to be venerated in a way that's hidden to the outside eyes, but obvious to those who are somehow closest to them. Your child will be trained in their ways and, well, perhaps he will be present for the next one.
Oh, this is a divine sign, a providence, a prophecy come fulfilled for him to have an heir. Of course he will embrace it, and you, with open arms. How beautiful this little family of his is now. And those are Lorgar Aurelian, Horus Lupercal, Magnus the Red, Vulkan, and Fulgrim. Come, dearest one, be venerated in his arms. Be exalted and be beloved. Your shared child will know nothing but joy, and hopefully some siblings will come around.
Yeah, you know that, this tracks. That's just how he is, so it might as well have happened. And those are Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan. He is still slightly suspicious, because others in the past have claimed to bear the fruit from his loins, but this child has displayed nothing but his own traits, so he is here to accept it. And if you are amiable to it, he is hopeful that you will accept him as well. Yes, he was not present for those arduous months of your life. But! He is present now. And if you are once again amiable to it, he will be present for the next ones.
This is unexpected, to say the least, though kind of comical given who they are. But perhaps they simply never looked in this sort of future. And of course I'm talking about Sanguinius and Konrad Curze. But now the child is here and so is the mother. So he will for once defer to you on how you would like to act on this one. If you want him gone, so be it. But if you wish him close, he will make sure to cement himself in your life for years, if not centuries to come.
How could this be? He was careful, he was calculated, he was, well, himself. Yet the truth is before his eyes. There is a child, there is a mother, and he must take, well, the responsibility for what has happened. If you are agreeable, he is happy to have you by his side, perhaps not as his lover, (unless of course you want it) but as a matron. These are Rogal Dorn, Roboute Guilliman, Ferrus Manus. If you wish nothing to do with him, he'll still make sure that you and his child are provided for, no matter how much it costs him personally.
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Fate is a treacherous thing. Sometimes it looks upon you in favor, sometimes it doesnât give you what you wanted and sometimes things get a turn for the worst and you ask yourself what you did to deserve that end.
Happy Endings: Part 1, Part 2
Neutral Endings: Part 1, Part 2
Ferrus Manus
âLet me dieâŠâ your mechanical voice cut through the silence of the chamber but you were ignored by the Iron Hands around you as they went through the rites.
Your love was dead. His body or rather the remains of it that were lying on the table were proof enough for that. Ferrus was betrayed and killed by his own brother. By his own friend. The news had plunged you into terror and despair. How could this had happened? But you were not given enough time to contemplate it when you felt a metal hand on your shoulder and the simple words: âYou need to endure.â
The leftovers of his body were lowered down into the grave slowly sealed shut. It wouldâve been beautiful in itâs efficiency. Compared to you though his death was almost merciful. Your own sarcophagus was suspended above it, hiding the cables that were keeping you alive and the modification your body went through. When one of his captains had told you that you would endure, you didnât think they meant it literally.
They have torn you apart, rearranged your organs and limbs and you didnât doubt you would be mistaken for a servitor. The only thing that made you still distinguishable was your remaining awareness. Your consciousness was spared. The lid was closed and you were plunged into darkness. Painkillers would soon flood your body through the tubes and you would be put into oblivion till they needed you again.
Death would not tear you apart. His sons had made sure of it.
Magnus
It took him weeks to track your ship down. The small craft floating aimlessly in space, a half destroyed thing without any lights.
Magnus shouldâve expected that he would not find you alive at this point. The ship looked lifeless and you were not answering his attempts of communication. The psychic link you both shared had been torn when his brother broke his spine. Still up until now he had clung to the small sliver of hope that you had survived and some external factor had prevented him from reaching your mind. If you had been taken as a hostage or trophy he still would have a chance to take you back but that small mercy had been shattered when he entered the storage room.
He got down onto his knees, pulling the combat knife out with a sickening sound and cradled your broken body tightly. You were so cold and your head was nearly falling off from the gash in your neck but Magnus held you all the same, wishing that he would feel your fingers running through his hair again. His pride has not only damned Propsero but his loved one as well. You had been branded as a conspirator and held in the same contempt by the wolves like his sons, like his people.
Your soul was gone, lost somewhere in the vast sea of the warp. He lifted your body into a bag, making sure to preserve it for later. It would take time to restore your body, regrow the flesh and mend the bones and cost even more to get your soul back but he had time on his hands now and if Horus wins he still could bargain with him to grant him this one wish.
Lorgar Aurelian
Not running sooner had been your mistake.
âDo not worry my love. Tonight you will be reborn and we will purge the blinded from our ranks.â
Lorgar didnât understand your tears but perhaps you were just confused and still clinging to the false light of the Emperor. His trusted son held your hands above your head on the altar while his legion stood around the platform. Observing, waiting as their Primarch approached you. You had been hardly passive through the whole ordeal. After realizing the danger you were in and the rumors his plans you tried to run but a mortal could never hope to outrun an Astartes, much less a Primarch. They had caught you, dragging you back kicking and screaming, tying you up in a cage and forcing you to drink that tainted wine. Preparing you to be slaughter like a lamb in the name of chaos.
âI told you it would happen.â you heard Erebus whisper to you while Lorgar took the sacred dagger from the stand. He stood above you like a god in his own right and brought the dagger down without regret. With his strength he broke through your ribcage, piercing your heart and signing your death. You felt a presence beside you or rather several of them, pulling at your soul as it was leaving your body. Fear gripped you and the entities fed upon your distress in delight. You were a worthy sacrifice.
The last thing you saw was the ecstatic tears of your once lover and the gleeful smile of Erebus.
Horus Lupercal
You heard his loud footsteps in the hallway, coming closer to your hiding spot. Horus was not himself and when you saw the black armor, the mace and the tainted look on his face, you ran and yet no one chased after you. Only his slow footsteps echoed in the hallway and you hoped that he would walk past the entrance to the maintenance room. It was too small for him anayways, the loud pipes were hiding your heartbeat and the footsteps have stopped. Surely he took another wayâŠ
His lightening claw grabbed the doorway of your hiding spot and it took all of your self control not to scream as you shuffled back from it while the metal groaned under his talons.
âI know that you are in there. Come out.â he stated and usually it wouldâve comforted you if not the barely concealed disappointment and underlying anger in his voice. You remained silent, making yourself as small and pressing yourself against the wall as far away from him as possible. âDonât you see all the lies that you have been fed? When I chose you as my consort I have hoped that you would stand you by my side no matter what l you have seen through the lies and honors that were put upon me by Him..but now you have lost your perceptive nature.â
You tried not to listen to him. Maybe you could make it to a nearby planet or a legion. Warn them about what your lover is doing consequences be damned or at least survive before one of these creatures that inhabited his ship got you.
âEither way you wonât leave this ship. I wonât allow it even if I will have to kill you myself.â he said interrupting your thoughts as he started to tear open his way to you.
Perturabo
It was the fifth time he had killed you and yet no matter how often he rebuild you he was met with the same outcome every time.
At this point Perturabo didnât know if he felt more angry about you or more disappointed about himself. Your mechanical corpse was sprawled on the floor, artificial blood spilling from your mouth and your soul floated back into its makeshift cage, allowing him to keep you indefinitely. Magnus said your memory would be wiped and he would be able to mold you to his whims without the risk of your soul slipping into the warp and away from his grasp.
Why then was he met with the same results? He build your body from his memory, shaping every mold with his hands and when your soul was inserted you retained only the memories of your joyful months together. For a while at least. No matter what he did sooner or later your relationship deteriorated with him and when he told you about the heresy you never side with him.
Again he had been met with the same cursed words when he grabbed you by your neck as a threat during your argument and lifted you up.
âDid you not have had enough of killing your sister? Do it then if you canât have enough blood on your hands.â
His design was flawed. But he never gave up on a project no matter how stubborn it was. Perturabo picked up what remained of you. It was time to get back to work.
Mortarion
Mortarion always admired plants. No matter how dire the conditions were, life always found a way to preserve itself and to flourish. If he could he wouldâve given you a whole planet just filled with them. Until the end he had shared this passion with you and wished to someday retire far far away from the Emperor with you, build a small sanctum where you would always be content.
In a way he had gotten his wish granted. He was far away from the Imperium, surrounded by his own passion.
In his garden now stood a massive weeping willow. It bled blood when itâs bark was cut, itâs branches swayed gently when he flew closer, the face itâs core wept tears when he touched it. Even in this form you looked beautiful. Grandfather had kept his promise of giving you a new life and a new body when yours rotted away on his ship. He buried another fresh body under your roots, this time a young man that was still alive from an unfortunate ship, allowing you to draw out the sustenance that you needed to stay alive.
He flew over to touch your face. It wept again at his touch. Mortarion felt your soul in that tree but you never spoke to him. It was not the time yet then for you to awaken andyet even after centuries it was still beautiful. His weeping willow, swaying in his little garden for all eternity. Tomorrow he would make sure to bring you something more nourishing so you would grow strong and open your eyes in this new world.
Leman Russ
âLeâŠman..â you said as you struggled for control of your own voice and he recognized you instantly by the fang that was dangling like a trinket from your neck.
For a moment the executioner hesitated, looking at your deformed body advancing with a blade, muscles constricting as you were lead by a force much stronger than you. Your fingers were fused with the blade, your skin tainted by the warp as feathers appeared on half of your face in a cancerous growth while bones protruded from your limbs marking a transformation not yet complete.
You had disappeared after he destroyed Prospero. Your ship disappeared like a simple blip on the map, all connections cut off and for a while he believed you had deserted, he believed you had left him and became a traitor but now he had the truth in front of him. Those cursed wytches had stolen you away and made you a puppet of their arts as an answer to a planet he had rightfully burned.
Your eyes were pleading as for a split moment you managed to break free from their control and looked at him with such sadness and pain of seeing him one last time in such a circumstance before you were taken away from him again. The look in your eyes disappeared as the entity took control again and when you charged he didnât hesitate to swing his axe with a scream, beheading you and ending your suffering for good. He had freed you from the prison of your body as one last present.
Leman would make sure to exterminate all the sons of Magnus for their sins. This was not about justice anymore, this was about revenge for his now dead lover.
Jaghatai Khan
Months had passed without an answer where he went while you were safely tucked away on Chogoris. He had told you that there was a rebellion but ever since he left to fight in a war he did not start it he went radio silent and it did not ease his worries. What if he didnât make it on time? What if he got in troubles? What if he was dead? Would you even have a body to bury when the war was over? If it was over that is. The war seemed endless, spanning across the universe and even if his brother fell, it would not end there.
There were only so many times you could walk around the plains and feel the wind upon your skin before your soul was consumed by longing. You couldâve went out into the wilds for a few days, race through the grass and be in love. But all you got was silence and pure uncertainty of the future and you tried not to think what would happen if he never returned and Horus won.
Suddenly you heard the faint hum in the distance slowly coming closer. Looking up into the sun you did not see a thing but you were certain it was a ship! Maybe it was even his thunderhawk! You started to run towards the noise, getting more and more excited with every step. He was back and you were so certain of it that you did not think what else mightâve looked upon the planet.
âJaghataiâŠâ you called out but stopped in your tracks almost instantly as a shadow fell upon you. The sun was obscured by a dark craft with spikes and manic laughter that you would never hear from an Astartes.
Corvus Corax
A creature of dark feathers hid under the table, growling and hissing at him every time he came close. He had chased you through the lab, trying to catch and contain you with minimal damage. Still you bled all over the floor after you cut yourself on a piece of glass and like a wounded animal you stopped running and started to bare your teeth, defending yourself and trying to fend him off.
Corvus slowly came closer to you, grabbing you with a towel and pulling you out from under the table, wrapping you in it and holding you in his arms. He felt your claws dig into his chest and barely flinched when you bit him again. Those damned Alpha Legionaries had not only affected his sons through sheer sabotage but also the only person he had loved. And yet he couldnât bring himself to raise his hand to kill you. With you there was still a possibility to find a cure. He just needed more time to find it.
He had been foolish enough to keep you in his lab, hoping that you would be safe and untouched by the heresy. But now he regretted not leaving you with his remaining sons. You would be much more safer away from him. Corvus dimmed the glaring lights that were causing him a headache and even you slowly stopped growling. How much of your consciousness remained was unknown to him but seeing you behave like an animal didnât give him much hope. He scratched the black feathers around your neck, making you slowly calm down.
You did not share his enthusiasm and his efforts to bring you back. All you cared about was when you would get your piece of meat and him entering your sanctuary on a daily basis. Waiting for the moment when he would turn his back to you.
Lion ElâJonson
âLuther..donât do this. Itâs not worth it.â you pleaded again when Luther came around and you sat up even when it was difficult with tied hands. âLet me talk to him..I will change his mind and you will make up again.â
In truth you had no interest of mediating between them anymore. Over the years you had tried to bridge the gap that grew between him and Lion and in your own opinion the treatment Lion gave out was not fair but since when was betrayal a better option? Keeping you in a tower was not sustainable either. Lion would notice your disappearance and the lack of an answer from your ship. He would come for you and kill Luther no matter what had tied them together in the past.
âYou donât need to do it anymore. I donât need his false companionship.â Luther said coldly as he entered the room fully. âIâve had enough of him and his leadership. Of being left behind on this planet while he crusades across the universe.â his gaze made a shiver run down your spine. âSave yourself your words. If he cannot listen, then he will feel.â
âLutherâŠ?â you said as he locked the door behind him and took out a dagger from his belt, his intention oh so clear to you now.
âHeâs on his way and will arrive very soon in orbit.â he said looking down at you and gripping the blade a bit harder. âDonât worry. In comparison to him I still like you but you are still his consort. I will make it quick for you.â
Roboute Guilliman
Calth was suffering under the casualties and still Guilliman charged forward to his residence on that planet. Trying to get to you before it was too late. It had been a prosperous and relatively safe world under his rule and wouldâve had a great future if not for the civil war across the universe. Naturally you wanted to visit it and while he had no time to accompany you, he had allowed you to go anyways, sending only a few Astartes with you. By all means it shouldâve been enough to keep you safe.
His biggest strength became your demise. But how could he have know that his brother became a treacherous snake? Guilliman didnât even need to get into the country yard when the burning smell had met him. The residence was on fire, the remains of the servants impaled on spikes and in the middle of it a pyre with a charred corpse. Runes were carved into the naked body that still pulsed with power, ensuring a prolonged suffering. The few men he had send with you hadnât been nearly enough to fight the hordes of heretics that assaulted the residence relentlessly.
Guilliman didnât doubt that every Ultramarine had laid down their life honorably in order to protect you but it simply was not enough. He reached out a hand to touch your burned body and it crumbled under his fingers as soon as the runes served its purpose.
Theoretical: He had no way to know that his brothers would betray them and your fate was unavoidable. Practical: Theoretical is irrelevant. He is responsible of your death through his lacking planning of your defence.
Angron
You knew that Angron had been close to death. The nails were digging into his brain, causing him agony in every waking moment and despite everything the Emperor had let him suffer, had allowed the high riders to kill the rebellion and denied him a dignified end along with his gladiators and slaves. You hated his father with all your souls and more often than not wished for someone to put the Emperor in his place. What right did he have to treat his sons like disposable tools?
How long your lover had was unknown and a part of you had already buried him as the moments of sanity were getting rare. The relationship was coming to a tragic end and it would not be long till either you or him would die. Still the hope never left you that you would find a way to be with him. How fortunate it was that his brother Lorgar came along at the right time and gave you both your salvation!
Angron came back changed. The whole legion was starting to change and yet you hardly minded it. You didnât fear the change. In fact you looked at your love with reverence. And when he ordered his legion to bring him three hundred skulls to build him a throne, you went along with pride to the thrall decks.
âBlood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!â you yelled alongside the others while a righteous fury filled your heart. Horus was right to betray his father who was just a tyrant in disguise and you would follow your lover and get the revenge that he was due. Finally you could be by his side forever.
Konrad Curze
âI wonât serve you, Talos.â you said as you glared at him while your hands felt numb.
Weeks ago you wouldâve cried in such a situation, sitting on the floor on the deck of their ship, hands chained to a pipe above your head and. But now you did not have any tears left. All had dried out when you first saw the severed head of Konrad, when he had slowly lost his mind in his dark chambers, when Sevatar had disappeared. Your life was in shambles and the Night Lord in front of you clearly wanted to see you suffer more. Still years spend on the Nightfall made you almost desensitized to the whims of his sadistic sons a dm you felt no fear when you looked at the dark eyes and pale skin.
âI donât need your service.â he said after a moment of silence âbut neither can we let you go.â
âThe what do you want from me apothecary?â
âYou were the consort of a traitor Primarch and now heâs dead. You know in which position that puts you.â and oh did you know that. In the eyes of the Imperium you were just as much of a traitor as your husband. To the traitors you were nothing more than a thrall or decoration. For their own legion you were a trophy, a symbol of status, the last thing that remained from Konrad. If they knew youâre alive everyone would want to have a piece of you. Quite literally.
âWe have decided to keep you alive.â Talos continued, approaching you and slicing through the chains âAs a way to honor our dead father. The odds are not in your favor consort and youâve lost your influence. Take my coin and get used to your new life.â and something more humiliating couldnât have happened. From a consort, you were reduced to a thrall.
Sanguinius
He knew that he would die. Sanguinius had seen it in his visions and made his peace with it a long time ago that this future was a possibility. At the same time it made him all the more vigilant about your own well being. He loved you and you shouldâve had a long and fulfilling life under his wings.
That fateful day he had felt restless, barely able to sit through the briefing. His body screamed to go and find you but the lack of a vision kept him in place and he brushed it off on missing you. Till now his visions were reliable and he trusted that he would see if something would happen to you. Only when the feeling of wrongness became too much did he finally relent. His essence screamed that something was wrong, a sacred bond was severed and the coppery scent of your blood led him to the gardens you so favored.
Eyes so akin to his met his gaze, pupils constricted and yet not seeing him or his honor guard. Blood dripped down from the mouth of one of his sons who was kneeling on the grass over a body. Your body, still warm while your head nearly fell off your shoulder from having your throat torn out by an Astartes. The whole day your guard behaved strange and a cut on your hand by a mere branch was enough to set him off like a viscous animal, tackling you to the floor and biting into your flesh.
Sanguinius only woke up when he was covered in blood standing over your body in the same spot where his son had stood. Feathers and limbs were littering the floor around your corpse while his honor guard didnât dare to approach him. How could they when one of their own killed the consort.
It couldnât be. He couldnât prevent his own death but he couldâve prevented yours. If just a vision had come to him, if heâd just listened to his gut feeling, if he just came to you a few minutes sooner you would be alive. Why could he see his own death but not yours?
Vulkan
âBy the EmperorâŠwhat had been done to him..â you thought horrified as you looked at your lover from a safe distance.
Perhaps it had been a gut feeling that Vulkan had to send you away despite your protests before he set out to meet with his brothers. In hindsight it had been the right call. You should not have to endure the horror of witnessing his capture or being targeted yourself.
Vulkan trashed in agony, his red eyes wide and manic while the phantoms of the past still tormented him. A supporting hand came down on your shoulder. One of his sons had sworn to protect you while his Primarch couldnât and would guard you till the end. Tears streamed down your face and you couldnât watch his pain anymore, couldnât hear his screams and turned away allowing his son to embrace you and lead you away.
Now half mad he didnât even recognize you anymore. You were just another stranger, another enemy that tortured him. Comforting him was out of the question unless you wanted to be counted as a casualty and even if he regained his sanity, your relationship was in shambles. All of your instincts screamed against leaving him alone but what could a baseline do to help a Primarch? Not all things that are broken can be restored and all you can do is pick up the pieces and carry on.
Rogal Dorn
While the understanding of the universe unfolded for him like a flower, Perturabo never understood what his brother had seen in you.
By all means you were just a baseline. Weak, easily assailable and killed. No match for a Primarch. Even now you looked pathetic, dangling in an iron cage that hung from his ceiling on the commander deck while he tilted it just enough to get a better look. It had no tactical benefits and he had more secure and crueler places on his ship where he could keep you hidden and yet it had been a fancy of him to keep you around so you could witness the destruction.
The Imperial Fists really didnât know how to protect what was dear to their Primarch and it had been almost insulting how easy he had gotten you. He let the cage go, making it swing and you fall back to the bottom of it with a small thud. The broadcast would start soon and he wanted to be on time to see the Primarch of the seventh legion.
âFor someone who is titled âthe Vigilantâ you let your beloved slip away unnoticed.â he muttered to himself.
Would he try to get you back? Would Dorn sacrifice his men for one mortal human? Or would the pragmatist in him win, leaving you for dead in his hands? Perturabo wanted to see everything and most of all the face of his brother when he sees you in your little cage, dangling from his sanctum. It held no tactile benefits but it brought him satisfaction knowing that he had taken what had belonged to Dorn.
Fulgrim
âYou know I did not mean it my love but you simply forced my hand.â you heard his annoyed voice in the background while he poured himself more wine âIs it so hard to listen to me? All you need to do is to submit to me. Perhaps I should send you to Fabius for a few weeks. That would teach you how to keep your mouth shut!â
In a normal world the strength of his hand wouldâve killed you, crushed your skull with ease. But this was his realm and all it did was leave some bruising on your face from the slap you received. You did not know the reason what had set him off. Maybe it was you talking back to him one too many times, maybe it was your refusal to accept the corruption that seeped from him or it was the way you had tried to run away. Whatever it was it was the final testament that the man you loved was gone forever. The Fulgrim you knew and loved would never have raised his hand against you or forced himself upon you. In front of you was a monster in the body of your lover.
âNow now..â Fulgrim drew out as he picked you up with one set of hand, slowly tightening his coils around you again, leaving you gasping for air. âDonât cry. Iâm sorry my love. All I want for us is to be happy.â he said sweetly in his old voice and caressed your check. For a moment you were transported back to your first years of courting him but it shattered when he opened his mouth again and you heard the corruption in the back of his throat.
âBut I have to admit you look so pretty when you cry.â
Alpharius/Omegon
âI want to go homeâŠâ you begged again while you slumped in your seat. They had given you something to be more pliant while they shipped you off to somewhere. âPlease..let me go home.â
âThis is your home.â one of the brothers said but you doubted it was a Primarch that you were facing. There were five astartes that surrounded you on the thunderhawk. None of them were your lovers. You were so sure of it that two of them were just pretending and you recoiled from his touch when he reached for you. All he did was strap you into the seat properly. Something had happened and led the legion into disarray. You had tried to run but hands had snatched you before you could make it far enough.
âI want AlphariusâŠâ you said and were met again with the same answer that led you in circles âI am Alpharius.â
It was frustrating and you wanted to cry. Where were your lovers? Where was the thunderhawk going? Why canât they just let you go?!
âItâs alright. We are nearly at our destination. No one will be able to find and hurt you.â the Astartes said as he started to press a cloth to your face and muffling your struggles. Injecting you with a sedative wouldâve been easier and less messy but they were running out of supplies and needed it for later. Besides a drenched cloth worked just fine and he felt your hands stop hitting him. Ten minutes till landing was enough to silence you.
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At least Angron and his boo are slaying together. Literally
Hello! I just recently started getting into warhammer and through my research on the primarchs, I found your blog and your writing is so good! I have a silly question that I would love to get your opinion on! I was nibbling on sunflower seeds when I had the the though. The primarchs, how do they snack? Are they eating it like a normal person and cracking the shels open for the seeds? Whole only eats them if they are already shelled? And who is just just crunching the whole thing like the menaces to society they are? Do you think there are any that don't like them at all? And what snacks do they prefer instead? Sorry for the long ask!
Hey @jollyriverspy404! Thank you for such a fun ask and let's get to it!
Eats it like a normal person and cracks the shells open for the seeds: Lion El'Jonson, Roboute Guilliman, Jaghatai Khan, Vulkan.
Only eats them if they are already shelled and neatly arranged into perfect bites: Fulgrim, Magnus the Red, Lorgar Aurelian, Rogal Dorn, Sanguinius.
Crunches the whole thing like the menaces to society they are: Leman Russ, Mortarion, Konrad Curze, Alpharius and Omegon.
Do not like them at all: Angron, Perturabo, Horus Lupercal, Ferrus Manus, Corvus Corax.
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