thethronezone:

Mortarion - On the High Consort’s side, obviously. Encourages them to actually never speak to the Emperor again and just get divorced already.

Fulgrim - Ends up on the Emperor’s side, purely because he thinks the silent treatment is very immature. Thinks they just need to talk it out already.

Angron - Technically on the Emperor’s side but only because he thinks the whole ‘silent treatment’ is stupid and that they should just duke it out and then make up.

Magnus - Is on the Emperor’s side because he thinks this silence solves nothing. Isn’t it better to talk it out instead, like adults are supposed to?

Perturabo - High Consort, all the way. Does he think the silent treatment is petty? Yeah, but Perturabo is a petty bastard and so he approves the silent war of attrition that’s going on.

Alpharius - Who’s side is he really on? Both? None? No one is sure. One moment he’s talking about forgiveness, the next he’s praising the High Consort for their exemplary mental warfare.

Lorgar - On Big E’s side but he’s also begging the High Consort to forgive his poor father. Lorgar is on his knees, tears in his eyes, praying for his parents not to get divorced.

Horus - Of course he’s on the Emperor’s side, he’s daddy’s special little boy after all. Tries very hard to get the two of them to reconcile and plays the mediator.

Konrad - Definitely on the High Consort’s side because the silent treatment makes sense to him. When he doesn’t want to speak to his brothers, he ignores them too.

Sanguinius - Tries to be a neutral party but clearly aims to get his parents to reconcile. Maybe a tad partial to the High Consort’s side but does his best to understand both sides.

Corvus - Of course he’s on the High Consort’s side. If the Emperor made them so upset that they’ve refused to speak to him for decades then he must have done something real bad.

Ferrus - Most likely on the Emperor’s side. Finds the whole silent treatment an immense waste of time, especially considering how long it’s been going on.

Rogal - Sides with the High Consort, though he does think the silent treatment should end because this is dragging on longer than it has to. Does, however, respect their tenacity.

Vulkan - On the High Consort’s side but tries to get them to forgive the Emperor because he does believe the silent treatment has gone on for way to long.

Lion - Definitely on the Emperor’s side. Finds the whole argument silly and thinks the silent treatment is very immature and a waste of time.

Leman - On the High Consort’s side because if mom/dad is upset then fuck yeah, he’s upset with them. Does however think this is getting a bit silly.

Jaghatai - Is on the High Consort’s side. Does he want them to make up already? Yep. Does he tell them that? Yeah. But he ain’t getting between those two when they are fighting.

Roboute - Tries to be a neutral party along with Sanguinius. Slightly partial to the Emperor’s side of this argument but keeps silent about it and just wants them to get over it.

kit-williams:

nightscythe:

are you trying to kill me? to kill everyone?

nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex // horus thinks about breeding you far too much for his own good. now, when are you finally going to let it happen?

you didn’t mean to cause his cock to stir. you were only admiring a friend, paying them compliments about their pregnancy and how lucky they were.

the word sat with him for longer than it should. lucky. he’s lost between thoughts of if you wanted that too, if it was a sign for him, if that was the universe offering him an opportunity to finally have you carrying a part of him inside of you.

of course you notice. he’s barely paying attention to the conversation any more as his thoughts run wild, partially of you in the future, partially of him railing you and spilling his hot seed inside over and over.

you say it so casually, so easily that he’d have missed it if he wasn’t switching between the two parallels at that exact moment. “why don’t you do it?”

he stops, drawn back to reality. you’re looking up at him, so sweetly, innocent round eyes never a trustworthy source of your true intention. “do what, sweetheart?”

“you always fuck me like you want me to be pregnant.” your words make him impossibly harder. his eyes shift to the others in the room as if they could hear your words as well, but no one else is paying attention. “you might get me pregnant if you keep doing it, so why don’t you just do it already?”

he blinks. the world around him stops.

then, he laughs. deep, truly possessive. “is that what you want?”

his hands fall to your hips, pulls you closer to his body so you can feel just how hard he his, have you craving his cock in the same way he craves to see his come spilling out of you as evidence of his finest work.

“quiet now, are we?” he comments, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. you can feel his smirk echoing through the air as his lips ghost your ear. “don’t say things you don’t mean, little thing.”

you giggle. god he could take you right now if there wasn’t so many strings attached to it. you lean back into him and squirm just enough for him to have the smallest taste. “never said no.”

you turn to him and meet his eyes. his mind is already fried, all his willpower has gone into holding him back from you.

“make me yours,” you finally tell him, “please.”

what an agonising few hours it is for him until he’s finally got you in the cover of privacy.

for you, too. how good you are for letting it sit in your mind for hours so you’re ready for him when he can finally push you down and slide his cock right into your aching hole.

he’d have both your hands held under his above your head, your knees spread, ass up in the air like the good little breeding pet you were with your head buried into the pillow.

“thought it was funny?” he questions, deep inside, still just by your ear so he can make sure you hear every single word. “thought you’d try to play with me, little one?”

you can’t speak. you’re drooling. shaking. he ruts into you, breeds you like its his only purpose. all you can feel is the bed that you’re pressed so far into and how far his cock reaches inside.

he doesn’t care how many times you come. throne, he wants you to come over and over so you can milk all of his seed. not that it would take too long, he’s pulsating inside of you the second he can feel your soft walls around him.

“such a good little thing,” he rasps, chest sweating, forehead pressed against your shoulder. he groans, thighs shaking, as he stutters out curses with his eyes wrenched shut. “take it, fuck, take it all… throne…”

his mind is blank as he feels his warmth fill you. he lets the feeling sit with him for minutes, maybe longer, until he starts to wonder why he didn’t do this sooner.

you took it so well. at least he knew how badly you wanted it too.

“can’t let a drop spill, can we sweetheart?” his cock twitches. the thoughts haven’t quiet left his head yet. “think we need to go again to make sure.”

he’s definitely not letting you out of there until you’ve got a cute little bulge from how many times he’s rutted inside of you. his parting gift, alongside the limping when you try to move and the stickiness that runs down your thighs afterwards. 

he’ll help you, he’ll always take care of you, but he can’t say he’ll never do it again. next time he’ll know exactly where to position you to make sure it took. until then, he’ll hold you in his arms, hand on your abdomen like he can feel it already and smile gently at the thought. “everyone will know you’re mine.”

im so normal about this

😳

runin64:

nightscythe:

;; you’re right, he deserves some down time. all those feelings he wants to say but can never bring himself to during the day.. makes me feel very soft. this idea is all on you!! ‎ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

soft curze // you somehow convinced curze to try something guaranteed to make him as close to drunk as a primarch can be…

you’re sat on the floor, cross legged with a pillow on your lap. curze has his head rested on the pillow, he’s staring up at the ceiling without the usual complicated thoughts on his mind.

he’s quiet, which is typical, but it’s not the same silence that usually occurs around him. there’s no threat of prophecy and the future he so badly didn’t want to see always showing when he least wanted it.

“i adore you. i really do.”

you hear him laugh first. it’s quiet, then it’s not. nothing bitter in his tone, just a genuinely happy tone that makes you smile as it continues.

“i’d do anything i could if it meant i could stay with you.”

it seemed the alcohol had set in.

“do you think about what might happen?” he asks you, detached from a reality in a way you haven’t quite seen before. he looks up to you as your fingers just skim his hairline. “do you think about what’s inevitable, and what we may be able to control?”

he smiles, leaning into your touch. his cheeks are blushed, his lips a deep red. you can’t disguise the surprise well enough. “what do you mean?”

“you’re here with me.” he flails his arms to gesture the room around him. “was this moment by chance, or by fate?”

you can only shrug.

“it’s like a dream,” he continues. he lets his eyes fall shut and sink into the feeling of you smoothing over his hair. “i’m afraid that if i think of it too much, it will all slip away. i’ll wake up from my own consciousness and everything that makes me want to continue will fall apart.”

he looks up to you again.

“you’ll leave me. everyone will leave me. i won’t feel a break from the pain any longer.”

your lips part as though you want to answer, but he shakes his head. he turns to the side, not allowing you to nestle into his insecurities, reaching for the glass on the floor that contained more of the bitter liquid which started this all in the first place.

“i won’t love anyone more than you,” he tells you. “not in any other lifetime.”

he smiles fondly as he downs another mouthful. a trickle falls from his lips which he wipes away with the back of his hand. he sits up fully now, so he’s parallel to you.

“i still don’t understand it. how we met, how we managed…” he gestures around him again, “…this.”

the glass is placed back down to the ground carefully. in his eyes, the depth of a thousand words he’d never speak when sobriety befell him. he’s warm. he’s glowing.

“i wasn’t built for love. i wasn’t built for anything but justice and war. yet, i’m allowed moments like this with you, and i’ll cherish them for the rest of time.” he exhales deeply as he meets your gaze. leans forward ever so slightly each second, closing the distance. “i sometimes wonder why i try to continue. i’m reminded of what it’s like to be apart from you, in distance alone, and i realise that i could never be without you.”

a slight panic glints in his eye. he shakes his head, recoiling like he’d set something wrong in the hands of time.

“i don’t mean that you can’t leave me. you can. you… can make that choice.” he hums as he slouches. “it would be hard. too hard, perhaps. but you’re still there. that’s what matters. even if we are apart. but, you haven’t left. not yet, maybe, but you’re still here. and it makes me think, believe, you won’t ever leave.”

“i won’t.”

he smiles behind his grimace. he wants to trust you. so, for just one night, he lets himself. “i believe you.”

it’s quiet for another moment. his smile is gone, but otherwise he’s still the same. still absorbed in his own thoughts rather than what was dictated to him.

“it feels strange. others also make me feel lucky, you know.”

you tilt your head gently to the side. “others?”

“my sons.” he rolls his eyes as he huffs a laugh. “a few of them, at least. some are noble, some are more than others could pretend to be. i wish that i was given a chance to find some form of attachment to them. love, even.”

his eyes shift beyond you.

“perhaps for some i do. sevatar, for example. he is a bastard. but… i care. it may not be love, but it’s something close.” his eyes fall on you again. “he must never know i said that. he will become weak.”

you can’t help the frown. “he’s weak for knowing you love him? what does that make me, then?”

“it is not the same love i feel.”

“i feel like that was implied.” you lean forward and reach for his hand, fingers running down the back of his hand. “knowing you love me doesn’t make me weak. it makes me feel safe. protected. fulfilled, even. maybe telling him would help.”

he pauses, considering your suggestion. his decision is laced with hesitation. “it wouldn’t change the future.”

“don’t speak of that for now.” you lace your fingers with his. “i know you wish to change it, but tonight, you don’t know what future will come true.”

he nods once. glances down to your hand intertwined with his. keeps them loked, tight as though he’d never feel your touch again if he let go, whilst moving back to lay with his head on the pillow. lets his thoughts settle for a moment.

they’d never be silent, but this was close enough.

meanwhile, you keep the secret of seeing sev’s face completely expressionless as he stares into the room from the hallway, never seen by the dulled senses of his primarch.

you both agree to never speak of it again.

for curze’s sake, of course.

Awww Sev knows!!

Curze happy and relaxed is something I didn’t know I needed. 😭

incrediblethirst:

moodymisty:

Author’s note: so perhaps the pain isn’t incredibly unfathomable, but I always hate to see a man with no self esteem.

Relationships: Roboute Guilliman/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Low self esteem and a bit of mental turmoil for Guilliman

“You have a very nice smile.”

The words tumble from your lips before you even realize it, fumbling with the edges on a batch of flimsies. For a moment you fear repercussions of some kind, of traipsing beyond the strict speech you should don when speaking to the Lord Regent; Though it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve failed in that regard. If anything, it might be one of the less uncouth things you’ve said in his presence.

Guilliman doesn’t move to reprimand you to your relief, just surprised. He recoils just a bit, brow raised. You manage to control the heat rising from your chest and into your neck before it gets too out of control. He stares you down intensely enough that you feel you very well might crumble.

“You are quite bold, you know that?”

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“Let me have my rituals”

Ouuugh I love heeeeeem

Reblogging again because I love this fic so much! He’s such an old-fashioned gentleman. 😍