Yandere Primarch Girlfriend (Hathor)
Seeing that there aren’t many fics or scenes of yandere Primarchs for their significant others, I decided to make a few myself, after finishing my scenarios of Primarchs believing their SOs were cheating on them.
Inside the fortress of battle, Hathor Lupercal, the legendary Warmaster, watched her husband, Moonbeam, as he worked at his desk, surrounded by scrolls and dataslates. His presence was a stark contrast to Hathor’s intensity. Where she radiated power and determination, he exuded a calm and serenity that perfectly complemented her. His jet-black hair fell in soft strands around his face, framing eyes that seemed to reflect the infinite depths of the stars. To Hathor, there was nothing in the universe as precious as him.
As Moonbeam bent his head to write another line on one of his manuscripts, Hathor approached silently. Her black and gold armor barely made a sound, but her aura was unmistakable. Moonbeam looked up and smiled.
“Hathor, my love. Have you finished your duties?” he asked gently, his voice like a melody that stirred the Warmaster’s heart.
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she reached out with a gloved hand and caressed her husband’s face, observing every detail as if she were etching it into her memory.
“Moonbeam…” she murmured, her voice carrying an intensity that bordered on unsettling. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”
He chuckled softly, taking her hand tenderly in his own.
“You’re so dramatic sometimes, Hathor. But I love you too.”
Hathor smiled, but it was a smile that concealed her darkest truth. She leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of adoration and barely restrained possessiveness.
“Dramatic? Perhaps. But I want you to understand something, my moonlight. You are mine. Only mine.”
Moonbeam, unaware of the true weight of those words, simply shook his head lightly, amused.
“I’ve always been yours, my love.”
Hathor said nothing more. Her smile lingered as her mind drifted back to the incident from the day before.
A young remembrancer, far too curious about Moonbeam’s stories, had caught Hathor’s attention. Her questions were persistent, her eyes too bright when she looked at her husband. Hathor had watched it all from the shadows with calculated calm.
Moonbeam’s frown pulled her from her thoughts.
“Are you all right, Hathor? You seem distant.”
She blinked, immediately regaining her composure.
“Of course, my love. I was just thinking about how fortunate I am to have you.”
He smiled, but before he could say more, Hathor added:
“By the way, the remembrancer who spoke to you yesterday… what was her name?”
Moonbeam tilted his head, thoughtful.
“The young one with the dataslates? I think her name was Celia. She seemed fascinated by the Luna Wolves’ stories.”
Hathor nodded, keeping her expression serene.
“Fascinated, yes. A shame she’s no longer available.”
“How do you mean?”
Hathor shook her head, smiling softly.
“Nothing important. Remembrancers are fragile, after all. Sometimes, the void weighs too heavily on them.”
Moonbeam didn’t catch the nuance in her words, nor the subtle satisfaction in his wife’s eyes. Somewhere in the void, Celia’s transport shuttle had been found lost and shattered under mysterious circumstances. Hathor had personally ensured no trace connected the incident to her.
Back in the fortress, Hathor leaned closer to Moonbeam and gently stroked his dark hair.
“Nothing and no one will ever come between us, my moonlight. I won’t allow it.”
He returned her smile, unaware of the underlying promise in her words. To Moonbeam, Hathor was his protector, his partner, his everything. To Hathor, he was her universe, and she would do whatever it took to keep it that way.