#Leta x Ibram
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Surprises.
Gonna be real this was originally meant to be smut but then it sort of took on a life its own and became just tooth rotting fluff so enjoy!
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Leta Middenlocke was many things, a liar, a cheat, a murderer and a soldier, but she never considered herself a fool, until this very moment.
They were on a moon, a small village named Kinsgard to be exact, and she had spent her wages on a dress, an actual dress and for what? To stand awkwardly in the room Ibram had been granted by the mayor of said town as a thank you for saving it from total annihilation? She examined herself in the mirror, the dress was pretty, a lovely shade of maroon that had a sweetheart neckline and reached her knees, once upon a time it would have suited her a lot more than it did now, a shaved head, bruised legs and guard issue combat boots were not this summers sought after accessories.
Ibram would laugh at her no doubt, speaking of which where was the grumpy bastard? It was almost midnight and meetings never ran this late.
She heard the beep of a keypad, speak of the devil and he shall always appear, and so he did, walking through the door backlit by the hallway lights, she’d know his silhouette anywhere, the cap, the coat, she’d committed it to memory.
“There you are.”
“Sorry I’m late darling..I ran into Corbec outside the pub on the way back, he and the boys were having a celebratory drink..”
He turned and hung up his cap, then removed his coat
“And one drink became two and then two became three..” He chuckled “You know how Colm can be.”
“Aye I do.” She replied with a smile “When someone else is paying.”
“On the house, us being heroes and all..” He turned to face her, a smile on his flushed face. “Whats this?”
“A surprise..” She twirled in the dress, he’d never seen her in anything besides her uniform before, she’d even spent ages shaving her legs with a straight razor, somehow she didn’t cut herself, a miracle. “Do you like it?”
“Wh-Where’d you get it?”
“Bought it, with my wages..Had some saved up, since..well I don’t exactly need to buy much..”
He was staring at her, she felt self conscious, she was right, she looked stupid, her days of dress wearing were far behind her.
“Silly really…I mean…when am I gonna wear it?” She shrugged, feeling like a burst balloon “Just..I guess…Forget it.”
“Hey..” he walked across the room to her and put a hand under her chin “You look beautiful.”
“You always say that.”
“Because its true.”
“I guess I just..I wanted to remind you that I’m a woman..”
“I know that, Princess.”
“Do you? Because I forget sometimes..”
She ran her hands along the skirt of her dress, it was soft, she’d forgotten what soft clothes felt like.
“I’m just Middenlocke..”
“No, your Leta.”
“Only you ever call me it, and even then only when no one else is around.”
“You’re Leta Victoria Middenlocke..”
Her name had never sounded so perfect as it did coming from his mouth.
“All though, I do hope you’ll become Leta Victoria Gaunt..”
Her eyes widened, her eyebrows very almost reached her hairline.
“What?”
“I took so long out because I was getting something..”
He walked back to his coat, and when he returned he had small box in his palm
“And I had a whole plan about how I was going to suggest we take a walk and then I was going to propose under the moonlight..” He laughed, a rare sound coming from him “And then Colm went and buggered it all up by getting me drunk.”
The ring was a gold band, simple, the only adornment was the Imperial Eagle etched into the center, Leta’s heart felt she had just survived a near death experience, she was used to that feeling, she’d had a lot of them.
“But..How?” She asked “You…us…”
She knew from the moment she’d first kissed him, all those nights under the stars that they could never be anything official, no grand wedding, no children, no growing old together and planting tulips in a garden, that just wasn’t possible, Too many rules, too many differences between them.
She was the lowly penal legionnaire, he was the Colonel-Commissar, it just didn’t happen, not on this side of infinity.
“Ibram..I can’t be your wife.”
“Who says?”
“Literally everyone, love.” She scoffed “It would be career suicide for you and quite possibly actual suicide for me.”
“It doesn’t have to be anything huge, I just..I want there to be a record of us somewhere…Some proof that..” He paused. “If either of us died, I’d want there to be evidence that this happened, That we loved each other.”
In all likelihood it was her who would die, that truth haunted every waking moment they spent together, a specter clawing at their happiness with ice cold claws, it would wait, a predator seeking its prey, as random as lightning striking the ground but it would come, they both knew this.
Leta Gaunt did have a ring to it.
“You have to ask me properly.”
He smiled, and sank to one knee, Ibram Gaunt bowed to know one but the God Emperor, But he could make a exception in Leta’s case.
“Leta Victoria Middenlocke…would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Yes, Ibram, I would.”
He took the ring from the box and slid it on to her ring finger, it fit perfectly.
He kissed her and then picked her up, he spun her around, the skirt of her dress spread around like the petals of a blooming flower and she laughed, for a moment, a fleeting moment they were just like any other newly engaged couple.
And by the Throne they would cling to this moment of happiness until the next one came along.
#OC: Leta Middenlocke#I have no idea what the plot is so don't ask#just plop them down somehwere okay#who needs timelines and canon reasons#just enjoy the fluff#warhammer oc#warhammer fan fic#Leta x Ibram
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How Leta looks to Gaunt btw
#OC: Leta Middenlocke#Leta x Ibram#Ibram Gaunt x OC#ibram gaunt#warhammer oc#add blood to the kittys feet and its spot on
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Hazy Dawn (Ibram Gaunt x OFC)
The cot wasn’t big enough for two people, maybe that was intentional, meant to discourage the hard working men and women who served under the emperor’s banner to not give into carnal sin.
In the case of Ibram Gaunt and Leta Middenlocke, it didn’t work.
Leta’s eyes flickered open, she had finally managed to get comfortable, lying on top of Gaunt, her head on his chest, his arms around her, his hands resting on her lower back.
Her body hurt, she was bruised and not just from the previous night's activities, a scuffle between some orcs broke out and she got the crap beaten out of her, but hey, the green bugger was dead and any fight she walked away from was a win.
Gaunt’s fingers twitched on her skin, along with the muscles in his face, his eyes moved behind his closed eyelids.
A mumbled cry left his lips, a nightmare, it wasn’t uncommon but it still broke Leta’s heart.
“Ibby..” She whispered his name, kissing his chest “Ibby..love..”
“Ibram..”
His eyes opened, wide and alert, they darted around before he reality sank in.
“Leta…Sorry..” He cleared his throat “Did I wake you?”
“No need to apologize, I was already awake..” She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the softness of his skin “Hmm I slept well..”
He chuckled, she felt his thumbs rub circles into her skin “No wonder..”
She smiled and nuzzled his chest
“I do think I love you.” He almost whispered
Her heart pounded in her chest, did she hear him right? He..loved her?
“No..I know I do..” He locked eyes with her “I love you Leta.”
“I love you too..” She smiled and kissed him, she always loved kissing him “Ibram..”
She did love him, she’d thought it a thousand times, but to say it aloud, to hear him say it, made her heart flutter.
“We are in agreement then.” He smiled against her lips “Otherwise I would have felt very, very stupid.”
“You doubted that I did?”
“I was eighty percent sure..”
“Anything I could do to raise that percentage?”
He smirked “As much as I would love that…” he rested his forehead against hers “We’ve got to get up, don’t want Corbec or Milo barging in..”
“Good point..” She smiled, “Not again.”
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Not yet.
The aftermath of battle was always eerily silent, Leta’s ears still rang from the near constant shelling and lasfire of the passed week.
Now there was peace, Men talked in exhausted but happy voices, others just collapsed to their knees, the need to survive had been the only thing keeping them awake, others just hugged their friends, laughing until it turned into sobs.
“Help!” Milo’s broken voice broke the silence like a knife through butter “Please!”
Bragg rose to his feet, as fast as lightning to help the boy, Leta rose her weary head, she could see that Milo had someone propped up on his shoulders, practically dragging the injured man along.
Her heart sank, It was Gaunt.
“Medic!” Bragg took the weight from Milo, resting Gaunt against his huge frame as if he was nothing “Its the Commissar!”
There were no medics close, Leta knew that, because she had bandaged some of the Ghosts lesser wounds herself.
“No time..” She rose to her feet, she gestured to the bench she had been sitting on, a plank across two cinder blocks. “Put him down.”
“Middenlocke..” Bragg started
“Dorden’s taught me enough.”
“Its nasty.”
“I can handle it.”
Bragg nodded and placed Gaunt down, he was pale, too pale, the injury was a large gash across his stomach, almost parallel to the other scar he had, the wound was about four inches long and two inches deep.
“What happened?” Leta poured the water from her canteen on hands, in a vague attempt to wash the mud from her palms
“Blast knocked him over, into razor wire.” Milo replied, he looked as pale as Gaunt.
“Razor wire..” Leta repeated “Right..”
She reached into one of the pouches on her belt and pulled out the small medical tin, she opened it and pulled out the alcohol wipes.
“Gaunt..” She touched his face, he was covered in mud, his eyes barely open “Ibram..”
He smiled “I know, this is going to hurt like fuck.”
She laughed, “Yes…sorry.”
“Just get it over with.”
“Yes sir.”
She gingerly wiped the wipe across the wound, Gaunt inhaled sharply, but other than that remained silent, with the area clean, Leta grabbed the needle and stitches, she thread the needle in a way that she saw Milo and Bragg gawp at.
“You’re good at that.” Milo muttered
“Seamstress hands.”
Gaunt chuckled, “Dorden will want to recruit you.”
“He’s already tried, But if I’m in the med tent, who’ll save Bragg’s huge arse?”
Gaunt smiled, and then instantly frowned as the needle pierced his skin, the muscles of his abdomen twitched, he was strong, carved from marble, he wasn’t supposed to be able to bleed and hurt like a mortal.
If Leta thought of him as able to die, the worry would drive her to madness, she pushed it to the back of her mind and focused on stopping the bleeding.
“Sorry.” She sighed “I’ll be as quick as I can, Promise.”
He nodded.
It was fairly simple to stitch the wound shut, if she ignored the way Gaunt’s hands twitched with each pass of the needle.
“There..” She tied off the thread and stepped back, ignoring the fact her hands were now wet with Gaunt’s blood. “Not the best..but it’ll be okay until a proper doctor can look at you.”
Bragg passed Gaunt his canteen, no doubt it contained sacra, and judging by the way Gaunt sipped from it, Leta was right.
But after a few moments, the color returned to his face and he sat up.
“Thank you, Brin.” He nodded to Milo
Milo nodded back “Of course, sir.”
“Leta..” He sat up, slowly, but surely. “Good job with these stitches..”
Leta held out a hand “Come on, I’ll escort you to the med tent.”
He took it, she frowned as the blood transferred from her palm to his
“I’m more than okay do tha-”
“If I let you go, you won’t see Dorden unless carried there.” She gripped his hand tighter. “So please sir, I insist.”
“Then I see no point in arguing..”
They walked to the end of the trench, in silence, hand in hand, it was when they reached the end did he put his arms around her, gently, so as to not pop the fresh stitches.
“Never do that again.” She muttered into his shoulder, fresh tears streaking through the mud on her face “Understand? You don’t get to die, not yet.”
He laughed, “I’ll try my best not to die unless granted your permission.”
“Good.”
She wiped her face on his coat, still soft, even caked in blood and mud.
“If you do, I’ll be really pissed off with you.”
“I won’t.” He laughed and kissed her forehead “I promise.”
#cw: blood#injury mention#whump#OC: Leta Middenlocke#ibram gaunt#Leta x Ibram#warhammer oc#warhammer fanfic
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Rawne and Leta's love languages being touch versus Gaunt being so touch starved
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I love them so much
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Gaunt and Leta are so funny because he's always clean shaven, put together, uniform clean, meanwhile Leta is wearing boots two sizes too big, hasn't showered in weeks and has blood under her nails.
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A heated argument coming from The Sharpe’s tent and all you hear is Alex yell
“You wanna fuck me so bad you look stupid!”
#This also works for Leta and Gaunt so#Leta x Ibram#Alex x Sharpe#OC: Alex Baker#OC: Leta Middenlocke
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Gaunt X Leta - hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time
Gaunt scanned the open space before him, he saw people gathered around camp stoves and playing cards, sharing jokes and sacra.
As he met the Ghosts’ gazes, he nodded, they nodded back, Another mission done, another win for them, but it didn’t come without a cost and that's why he was looking for Leta.
She’d spent hours in the med tent, trying her best to help Dorden and the ordalies; last time he had seen her, she was comforting the dying.
He found her in the tent she shared with Bragg and Larkin, sitting on the floor facing the door, her cloak around her shoulders, she was crying.
He entered, lifting the flap with enough noise to alert her to his presence, she looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks.
He sat on the floor next to her, and put an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her into his chest, she cried into his ribs.
He stroked her head, he didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent.
Leta nuzzled into his coat, her sobs lessening, maybe he didn’t need to say anything, maybe just holding her was enough.
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I said their first kiss would be tender <3
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Them <3
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❤️Gaunts in looooove❤️
#Fic: The She-wolf and the Ghostmaker#OC: Leta Middenlocke#ibram gaunt#Leta x Ibram#warhammer fanfic#warhammer oc
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What if...what if Leta died in Gaunt’s arms?
A reunion hug, a sniper in a distant nest, a shot through the heart meant to Kill the Commisar-Colonel but hits Trooper Middenlocke.
She falls, blood seeping through her armour, staining the front of Gaunt’s coat, just above his heart, A hole piercied through her, smoldering flesh from the lasgun, Only a small gasp and she leaves this realm of existence.
Gaunt sinking to the mud, his tears getting lost in the downpour, as if the heavens are mourning his love as much as he, Gasps from the Ghosts, mummers.
The wolf lies dead, her eyes seeing through the eyes of her lover.
Another Ghost to haunt him.
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Leta and Gaunt - a kiss to make the other stop being stubborn
Both of your prompts sort of flowed into one? I hope thats okay <3
Anyway, without further ado!
Working too hard.
Leta sighed, the air was humid, she hated it, insects buzzed around her, she had long since given up on trying to swat them away, it was supposed to get cooler after dark, but even cooler was still warm.
“Sorry to disturb you Leta..” Milo paused while using her first name “Middenlocke..” He corrected himself “But he has been up since at least last night..”
“Has he eaten?”
Milo nodded, it felt odd, discussing the Commissar-General as if he was a child who needed looking after, he’d never dare to say it to anyone else, but Middenlocke was different.
“Stubborn bastard..” She muttered and smiled when she realized Milo heard “Not a word of that to anyone Brinnie.”
She stared at the door of the command shed, looking as if she was about to run naked across no man's land with flares attached to her, Milo quickly shook away any thoughts of a naked Middenlocke from his head, covered in flares or otherwise.
“You can go, I’ll handle him.”
Milo nodded, and almost saluted, but thought better of it, he turned and walked away.
Leta opened the door to the command shed and stepped inside, the cool air startled her, and already her sweat stained shirt began to dry.
“Brin..the reports from Castar..”
The Commissar-General was sat behind his desk, surrounded by dataslats and empty tin cups, his hair was ruffled from where he no doubt ran his fingers through it, there were dark circles under his eyes and he was unshaven, he was in his undershirt, it had a few caf stains on it, his braces lay hanging from his waist.
When Milo, of course, didn't answer, he looked up, his eyebrows raised.
“Leta?”
Leta smiled and closed the door “Brin sent for me, he told me you haven’t slept in almost a day.”
“I’ve got work to do.”
“Ibram.”
She walked over to the desk
“You are no use to anyone half asleep.”
“I need to look at these reports and attack patterns..if this trend continues-”
She marched to the other side of the desk and bent down to kiss him, he tasted so strongly of caf she wondered just how much he had drunk.
It seemed to snap him out of his tunnel vision.
“They’ll still be out there, being deranged bastards in a few hours time once you’ve slept.”
“Le-”
“Gaunt..” She sighed “Brin came and woke me up because he’s worried about you and you’re too much of a bone head to listen to anyone else besides me.”
She put her hands on her hips “Now, do you think that it's acceptable behavior for the man in charge of the Tanith?”
“Are you…” He chuckled “Are you guilt tripping me?”
“Depends, is it working?”
He stood up, she heard his joints click.
“You’re adorable when you try to boss me around.”
“It worked.” She took his hand “You’re going to bed.”
“And you're staying.”
Leta smiled “I have to be up at the crack of dawn, some asshole has me down for morning patrol.”
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File under: Totally normal things to say to your husband and boyfriend.
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Anyway, I posted the Poly!AU smut its on AO3, as is most of my works.
Warning for smut and the like, so follow the link at your own discretion.
If Ibby was as stuck-up as you imagined then this right now wouldn’t be happening..”
“True, true..” He mumbled, breath hot against her skin, his hands moved from her waist up to her chest, where they groped at her breasts “All though, I bet the idea of a low-born scum sneaking into a fancy house and fucking a nobleman’s wife is quite the fantasy of the snobish types he hangs around with.”
“That's still your fantasy, Eli?” She smiled “I’m just a tool for you to enact your revenge on Gaunt?”
“Something like that.”
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