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2lim3rz · 1 year

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In The 41st Millennium.. [40K FANFIC] [MALAKIM X READER]

For @thevoidscreams ! Hadn't actually written Lamenters before this and Malakim's page has very little about him so.. Pre-Chapter Master Malakim, I hope you enjoy!

Writing romantic scenes.. I could get used to this..

The life of an Astartes was one of hardship and war. It was an ever-going odyssey in an era that knew no peace. Astartes knew no rest, they knew no reprieve. Any companionship most, if not all, would know was the comradery only shared by brothers who had shared the casualties of the mind that war provided.

And yet.. such a lucky few would earn their rest. Would earn slight moments of reprieve. Be it the artistically inclined Blood Angels, the ritualistic Space Wolves and Ultramarines, or the hyper-religious Black Templars.

In the scant time they had (travelling from planet to system to sector to even different segmentums), they would have their rare moments of freedom to be at some semblance of relaxation..

Though for many, they drowned themselves in their life's efforts. Believing the constant training and arduous meditations to be their relaxation. So few, so very few of them, knew how precious true rest was to be enjoyed. Knew that not a single second was to be taken for granted..

Which was why he longed for this day. His moment of peace, his reprieve and source of.. joy, he dared to even think. Joy and gentle happiness. Of soft touches and lingering looks, of coy laughter and breathless gasps.

The life of a Lamenter was different to that of an average Astartes, of course. One of untold loss and misfortune. He knew a few of his brothers found it life's cruelest joke. He knew some were constantly in a state of morose workaholism. He knew some were.. constantly angry, teetering the dangerous edge all sons of the great Sanguinius tread upon.

But not he. Not on this day. Not on this wonderful day. The downpour that had flooded the plains of Elgus-Omega had drenched them all through their armor (or he and others swore that anyhow). They had suffered a lesser amount of losses than usual. He could.. he could have sworn that the returning trip to the ships were quicker. That his armor no longer had its usual weight upon his shoulders. That even his brothers in arms were... relaxed. Or as relaxed as a Lamenter could get.

By the Emperor, most of them were cracking jokes. Cheering the atmosphere caused by the overbearing deluge and the blood of xenos and man alike. And it wasn't that he was ignoring them but how could he not on sheer accident? All he felt was excited yearning. A wish he knew was coming true.

Time could not flow slower suddenly. As if the universe felt his excitement and wanted to torment him for it. Everything in him felt jittery as if he was just heading to the fight itself. One of his brothers even turned to him and cracked a small joke. He could do nothing but give a small laugh. Even at the resounding slap to the pauldron as he was teased.

It wasn't like he was hiding it. His eagerness. His yearning. The way his hearts fluttered in his chest. The doggish gaze in his eyes. And then- The snap to attention as they were all mildly jolted with the landing of the ship. No one else was as quick to their feet as he was. He all but pounded his way out of the ship onto the landing deck. Eyes wide and wild. Searching the crowd of both Astartes, serfs, and crewmen.

And he spotted you amongst the crowd, small (at least.. for the time), as it was. You were slightly bent, keen upon completing your own tasks even if he caught the split-second moments you took to raise up and look around for someone.. for him.

It felt as if he lost the air in his lungs. That his hearts stopped. Every single time he looked at you. How his eyes settled on your sweat-slickened hair with its alluring shades in the lighting was art to him. The singing bell that was your voice as you spoke louder, intent to be heard over the clanks and clatterings. Each hand leading to pleasing arms attached to a delicate body was pleasant.

You were stunning. You were captivating. You were beautiful.

He never realized his feet were moving before he saw you grow closer. Moving quickly, closer and closer. Yet just as you turned to look for him once more, he felt bone-shattering joy at the lovely surprise upon your face.

"Malakim-!" his name was cut from your lips with a squeal as he lifted you effortlessly. Barely feeling your lesser weight in his hands as he cradled you against his armored chest. Ensuring his ceramite-covered hands weren't tangling in your hair as he kissed you softly but with all the passion he could muster.

Pulling back just as he knew you had run out of air. Savoring the look upon your face even if you had smudges of grease and drenched in sweat from a hard day's labor. A gentle smile breaking across his features as a grin took over yours.

"Malakim.. Brother Nelphis told me you weren't to return until much later.. And- And you said we weren't going to do this in front of everyone.." "Mm.. well later is now." the Lamenter murmured half-heartedly. Unwilling to ask you to repeat yourself, for in his overwhelming joy he had half ignored you. Simply basking as he certainly ignored the chortling of his battle-brothers and barking teases some gave. Content to see at least one among them had something to keep them going. To keep the Rage and Thirst at bay.

"If later is now.. I'm afraid I need to finish up here, and you have blood in your hair.." you giggled softly, brushing away a strand from his face in favor of kissing him upon his brow.

He wanted to protest. To simply keep holding you but.. his senses took over. Why should he keep wearing his armor? To have some of his physical sensations blocked away when he should be feeling you. The brush of your hair against his touches and body, gracefulness of your work-muscular thighs and rear, the softness of your skin against his lips.

So he kissed you fully once more. Keeping you both until he felt breathless just from excitement and you pulled away with a gasp. Yet neither you nor him pulled away from each other as he mumbled against your lips. "My quarters.. I will meet you there, my heart." "Not if I see you there first." Never had Malakim shed his blessed armor so quickly. Had been so impatient through the ritualistic process to race a baseline human from the armory to his own quarters.

Relationships such as these were looked so down upon in the other chapters.. but not the Lamenters.

For the life of an Astartes was a life of torture. Of death and oceans of blood. They knew no fear except the fear of failure. Knew no reprieve except that which was taken. Except for the precious few that allowed themselves to feel these moments of fleeting happiness and joy.

For it was the 41st millennium.. and while there was only war; sometimes there was love.

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warsofasoiaf · 7 years

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I enjoy your 40k stuff, it's led me down quite a few wiki click holes (if the boss ever figures out I've been in a run the clock out scenario the past decade I'm in trouble). You only seem to talk about what the humans are up to. In my youth I played for a Summer and remember Orcs, and Eldar, and Tyranids and such. I know the history of the 40k universe is vast, are those races just not around in the time you focus on, or what? What are my space insects up to?

Certainly the Imperium, as the “main” faction in 40K, is going to get the most lore, so there’s plenty to talk about. The xenos though, have their

The problem for Tyranids is that they’re only really good as antagonists (though a short story xenofiction might be interesting) because there’s no way to interact with them. Tyranids consume biomass and spawn new and interesting evolutions, but their draw is in the discovery of what new and terrifying forms they create, not in the motivations of the Tyranids themselves. As for what they have been doing, lately Hive Fleet Leviathan were threatening Baal, causing the Blood Angels and all successor chapters to defend their homeworld to include successors deemed traitors to the Imperium. The Tyranids slew at least five chapter masters, the only ones known to survive are Dante of the Blood Angels and Malakim Phoros of the Lamenters who weren’t present for the Devastation of Baal. Ultimately, the Blood Angels were saved through the arrival of Roboute Guilliman and the Primaris Marines, as well as Ka’Bandha the Bloodthirster of Khorne, who opened a warp rift and sucked a bunch of them into the Immaterium as well as killing so many that he piled their skulls into his symbol. I guess he really wants to make sure that no one kills Blood Angels but him.

The Orks have received some stuff and have been known to have been massing. GW is probably waiting for a good time to introduce a new WAAAAGH! led by Thraka, possibly putting him further on the course to become the new avatar of the Beast.

The same story is true of the Tau. They’re doing their new expansion drive, but it hasn’t been in focus yet, probably because GW is focusing on the return of the Primarchs right now. But it would be interesting to see these old Primachs see new faces in the galaxy and develop tactics to fight them.

The Eldar are an interesting case, they’re evolving into the aloof sometimes good guys sometimes bad guys with their own secret objectives. There’s plenty of lore and development of the Eldar, especially since Eldrad has seen his people and the Imperium as inexorably linked by destiny. Hence, Yvraine contributed to the resurrection of Roboute Guilliman, so they have plenty of stuff there. The tricky part with Eldar is that revealing too much makes them lose the aloof mystique that they possess.

Thanks for the question, CrowzEye.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

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