Primarch Girlfriend oneshots

3. (Ferrus Manus [Lemon])

Author's Note: So this will hopefully be the last in the Ferrus Manus oneshots (for now) before we move on to the next Primarch GF...who will be revealed at the end of this oneshot. And incase you couldn't tell by the title, we're gonna get frisky with our Iron Hand Primarch. Now, let's get on with the show!!! Roll the slide!

Medusa, Early Morning. Ferrus's POV.

I stirred in my sleep as I felt a ray of sunlight shine through the curtains of my window onto my face before I woke up to see my Iron Heart still sleeping soundly yet wearily because of last night's events. I looked over at the Old Crow bottles still sitting in the table and felt the urge to take them and smashed them into pieces for Y/N's current state being what it was. Just like on Mercia, I narrowly managed to save Y/N from death, "No one will take you from me, Hun. You belong to me, now. Just as I belong to you." I muttered to myself and my sleeping Iron Heart as I cuddled him closer to make sure he never left my side. I didn't press him to close out of being aware I could still crush him in my Necrodermis hands, but there was enough pressure to cause him to stir in his sleep, "It...shouldn't...have been...y-you. It should have been me." My Iron Heart mumbled in his sleep, signaling to me that he was having a bad dream. "Hun. Time to wake up." I said in the smooth voice I only ever used with Y/N when it was just me and him.

He slowly awoke while squirming and squalling like a newborn that would worm its way into its mother's arms, making me smile at his cuteness. When his beautiful E/C eyes opened, he returned a smile to me as he nuzzled his head underneath my chin, "Good morning, my sweet Gorgon." Y/N mumbled out as he wanted to sleep some more. But that wasn't going to be the case when Fulgrim was around. It was nearing 7:30, and Fulgrim wasn't the type to sleep in at all, "Hun. We need to get up before Fulgrim barges in here and forces us out of bed." I said, causing Y/N to essentially launch himself off the bed as he rushed to get dressed in his civilian clothes. I let out a light chuckle of amusement as I climbed out of bed and dressed myself in my usual non-combat outfit.

But once we were both dressed, my eyes fell back on the table where the bottles of Old Crow still sat. The memories of last night rushed back to me as I had just been able to stop Y/N from shooting himself while in his drunken state. Y/N saw me glaring at his whiskey bottles, and seemed to shiver at the notion and thought that he had tried to kill himself last night after intoxicating himself. I turned in Y/N's direction as he fidgeted with his hands while shaking and breathing with a nervous breakdown in his posture, "Y/N...come here." I mentioned for my Iron Heart to come over with a simple hand gesture. Though hesitant at first, Y/N shuffled over to me with a heavy look of despair and fear. As much as I wanted to scream at him for last night's events, I let my calm and calculating self prevail as it more than likely would've done more harm than good to mine and Y/N's relationship if I decided to chastise him about his abuse of alcohol. "Take a seat." I gestured to another pair of chairs behind me, to which Y/N sat down without questioning my request. But he still had that nervous look and posture as he was all too aware of what I was about to talk with him about.

I knelt down to Y/N's level as much as I could since I still had a three-foot-seven difference in height compared to my Iron Heart. Before I could speak my mind to Y/N, I immediately noticed he looked away in shame. But I needed to have him look me in the eye to know that he was taking this seriously. "Hun. Look at me." I told Y/N, making him look me in my eye with a nervous and fearful expression on his face. Not wanting to intimidate him, I reached my left hand up to Y/N's face before caressing his cheek as gently as I could, "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you, I just want you to listen to what I have to say, intently." I stated, with Y/N giving me a shaky nod as a response, "O-okay." He stuttered out after I removed my hand from cradling his cheek. "You already know what I'm going to say about last night, right?" I asked as I pulled a chair over to sit in front of Y/N as he continued to shake and nod his head before speaking, "Y-yes. I-it's about...my-my abuse of...that." He pointed nervously at the Old Crow bottles as he spoke. I didn't bother sparing that accursed bottled substance another look for turning my Iron Heart into a wretched abusive alcoholic.