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꧁༺Tragedybunny's Writing and Fandom Blog ༻꧂

A quick disclaimer: Adult content ahead. If you are under 18, please turn back.

༺ About me and some general housekeeping. ༻

I'm Tragedybunny, or just Bunny, an aspiring author, nerd, and hopeless romantic. Below you'll find my fanfiction masterlist.

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༺ Requests and Inbox ༻ Requests are closed for the time being. I'll add info here when and if I re-open them. My inbox is always open for comments, links, thoughts, questions, funny stories, anything really.

༺ Where to find me ༻ ༺ Archive of Our Own ༻ My AO3 is where all my fics are. If you prefer to do your reading there.

༺ My Carrd ༻

༺ Fanfiction Masterlist ༻

༺I Should Tell You Masterlist ༻

༺Summary༻

In a fit of guilt, Astarion tries to confess his deception to you. At the last moment, he loses his nerve and ends your relationship with another lie. He's resigned himself to having lost his chance with you forever when once again everything changes. With the two of you out on your own, will he be able to take a chance and tell you everything, and will you forgive him when he does?

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༺Slow Dancing In a Burning Room Masterlist ༻ ༺Summary༻In a moment of weakness, Serafina helped Astarion ascend, forever altering him and their relationship. Irrevocably bonded in violence, can she survive life at his side, or will she be broken by the cycle of pain and terror.

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༺ Baldur's Gate 3 - The Pale Elf - Astarion x Reader Collection ༻

༺ SWF ༻

What The Heart Sees - Astarion x F!Reader - You've been acting suspicious and Astarion is going to get to the bottom of it.

Treading With Grace - Astarion x GN!Reader - Even with the one he loves, Astarion has a lot of trauma to sort through.

Gambles and Wishes - Astarion x F!Reader - Tav draws from the Deck of Many Things, Astarion is less than thrilled.

Soft as Starlight - Astarion x GN!Reader - Reader and Astarion share a moment of intimacy that explores what love without sex is like.

Something Like Love - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has failed to seduce you, but even so, a bond has begun to grow between the two of you. It all comes to a head when Astarion almost loses you.

What Haunts His Nights - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion is plagued by nightmares on the road to Baldur's Gate. Love Bites - Astarion x GN!Reader - Reader gets to nibble on Astarion for once. All the Wonder's of the Night - Astarion x GN!Reader - Astarion and Reader enjoying enjoying a starry night outside.

༺ Baldur's Gate 3 - The Vampire's Fairy Tale - Works based around my Tav, Serafina and Astarion ༻- In rough chronological order

༺ SWF & NSFW༻

A Little More Than a Nibble - Astarion x F!Reader -Astarion wakes you up at camp looking for a late night snack. You both end up with something a little more.

Kisses in the Dark - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader cuts her tongue on Astarion's fang during a kiss.

Absolution - Astarion x F!OC- NSFW, TW: Disassociating during sex -Astarion and Serafina have an argument and Astarion does what he thinks is necessary to keep her with him. Set before his Act 2 confession.

Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 1 - Astarion x F!Reader - The Githyanki Creche is not the promised salvation and you deal with it by trying to drink your problems away. Astarion ends up taking care of you and starts to deal with his feelings and the fallout of his actions.

Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader - Weary and embarrassed you try to put distance between yourself and Astarion. But you slowly come to realize things are changing between the two of you.

Sunlight and Stars in the Sky - Part 3 - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has confessed everything to you, to try to make your relationship real. When he discovers it isn't as easy as he thought, he's determined to make things right between the two of you.

Rhythm Like a Heartbeat - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion and Reader share a dance that reveals more than they planned.

This is Me - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion overhears the group trying to warn you about him after he behaves poorly.

My Starry Sky - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have their first real argument and have to go through the aftermath.

A Lovely Night - Astarion x F!Reader - You and Astarion share a quiet night at camp and end up getting to know a lot more about each other and your relationship.

Sated - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion has gone too long without blood and you're determined to make sure he's fed.

Lean on Me - Astarion x F!Reader - Entering Baldur's Gate it all becomes too much and you break down. Astarion is right there to hold you.

Seen - Astarion x F!Reader - A short fluffy drabble about how you make Astarion feel.

Just the Way I Am - Astarion x F!Reader - Mildly NSFW, TW: Mentions of past sexual trauma, drugging oneself -Astarion feels he's lacking because he can't have sex with you. He resorts to a potion in an attempt to give you what he thinks you want.

To Make You Feel My Love - Astarion x F!OC - Astarion and Serafina continue to pursue their relationship as the confrontation with Cazador looms, and then during the fallout afterward. A couple of chapters that explore their deepening bond and their struggle to build "something real". 1 Love Fool - Astarion x F!OC - TW: Silly Sexual Innuendo Serafina is having trouble sleeping and Astarion does his best to help her relax. A short, silly fic for the bg3aprilfoolishness challenge.

Sweet Relief - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, TW: Spanking / Impact Play, D/s dynamics - Reader is stressed and nervous. Astarion knows just what they need to relieve it.

Moon Blood - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, TW: Period Sex - Reader awakes one morning to find themselves menstruating. Astarion has a plan to help them clean up.

Things my heart used to know, things it yearns to remember - Astarion x F!Reader - Astarion sometimes has trouble sleeping now that he no longer can walk in the sun.

Loving Him - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, PWP - You and Astarion are out travelling the world. Tonight you decide to spoil him with your attention.

Until the World Falls Down - Astarion x F!Reader - Love isn't always easy, but Astarion is worth having patience for.

His - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW , TW: Consensual Nonconsent - Intimacy is the greatest form of trust between the two of you, and for Astarion you gladly give up all control. Reader and Astarion engage on a bit of CNC roleplay.

Lover Her Like She Needs - Astarion x F!OC - NSFW, TW: Spanking/Impact Play, Bondage, D/s Dynamics - Serafina gets worked up and needs to be calmed down. Astarion is always happy to help his love in any way he can.

A Little Visitor - Astarion x F!OC - It started as a typical evening for Serafina and Astarion on their journey throughout Faerûn. Tonight, though, Serafina is surprised by a furry little visitor to their camp, who might be more than he seems.

Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Part 1 - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have come a long way since that meeting on the beach. They've made it all the way to their wedding.

Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Part 2 - Astarion x F!Reader - Reader and Astarion have a conversation the morning after their wedding that lays bare some secrets of the past.

Bedroom Hymns - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW - Breeding / Sex Pollen - Reader and Astarion are happily married and celebrate their wedding night. But there may be more occurring than they realize.

A Merry Little Solstice - Astarion x F!Reader - Even though you and Astarion have been together a few years, this is the first time you'll be celebrating Solstice together, for a very special reason. The two of you are doing your best to make it a warm and wonderful celebration.

Stitches in Time - Astarion x F!OC A triple drabble reflecting on Astarion and Serafina's relationship (Hurt, no comfort)

༺ Modern AU ༻

No idea where this really fits so here it is.

Pretty Baby - Astarion x F!OC - NSFW, Femdomme, anal play, mommy kink - Astarion is a trophy wife that does online porn and gets soft dommed by his loving wife.

༺ BG3 Headcanon Posts ༻ Meet Serafina - My Tav / OC

Astarion x GN! Autistic Reader

On Astarion Not Being Too Soft

Astarion x Cleric Tav Drabble

Why My Tav Fell for Astarion Why Astarion Fell for My Tav

Astarion Relationship Headcanons

Small Astarion Relationship Headcanon

Mom Jaheira

Astarion and Halsin

Astarion and Cleric Tav

Astarion's Ears

Astarion and Physical Affection

Astarion's Clothes

Astarion Headcanon Rambling

Astarion and Feeding After Nightmares

Astarion Long Term Relationship

About Serafina - my Tav / OC - part 1

༺ Star Wars Fics ༻

༺ SFW ༻

Trying to Hold My Breath, Let It Stay This Way - It’s a quiet moment after a battle and Ahsoka and Barriss take a little time to just be together.

Sparring Match - Obi-Wan x GN!Reader. Reader has been invited to watch a lightsaber sparring match, too bad they only have eyes for Obi-Wan

Early Morning Negotiation - Obi-Wan x F!Reader. Obi-Wan should probably get out of bed and start his day, Reader does not agree.

Hiraeth - A story that explores the relationship between Obi-Wan and Satine; the choices they made, how those affected their lives, and the reassurance they give themselves that they did the right thing.

༺ NSFW ༻

A Different Kind of Trial - Obi-Wan x F!Reader. Obi-Wan Kenobi has come to a Courtesan House shortly after his Knighthood looking for his first carnal experience. Reader is the Courtesan that is hired for the occasion.

Little One, Little Pet - Darth Maul X F!Reader. Reader is Maul's little plaything.

༺ A Fate Written in Indifferent Star - Star War Long Fic - Obi-Wan Kenobi x OC Female Nightsister ༻

The Republic has fallen and the Empire has risen. Obi-Wan lives in exile on Tatooine, the distant guardian of Luke Skywalker. Amidst the desperation and desolation, the mysterious appearance of a Nightsister draws his curiosity. As he tries to piece together her true intentions, he finds himself more deeply entangled wit her than he ever intended.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

༺ Warhammer 40K Fics ༻

༺ SFW ༻

This Secret Frailty - Fulgrim thinks he needs to hide how he feels from Ferrus. Just a short bit of fluff.

༺ NSFW ༻

A Bird in Hand - Lucius the Eternal x Nykona Sharrowkyn - Explicit 18+ - TW: Dubcon After their first encounter aboard the Sisypheum, Lucius has a very specific idea of what he'd like to do the Raven Guard he failed to beat.

Reunion - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus - Explicit 18+ - It’s been a while since Fulgrim and Ferrus have seen each other and they are all too excited to be reunited. PWP

The Most Perfect Brat - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus - Explicit 18+ -Fulgrim throws a brat fit and Ferrus decides to punish him. PWP.

The Temptation of Perturabo - Fulgrim x Perturabo - Explicit 18+ - TW: Noncon - Fulgrim comes to apologize to Perturabo during the events of Angel Exterminatus and Perturabo is seized by an urge to take what he wants from his brother. Too bad this is probably exactly how Fulgrim likes it.

Claiming Perfection - Fulgrim X Ferrus Manus - Explicit 18+ - Ferrus guides Fulgrim through their first time.

Indulgence - Perturabo x Fulgrim Explicit 18+ TW: D/s , pet play Perturabo spends an idyllic afternoon with his pet, Fulgrim. But not everything is what it seems.

༺ League of Legends ༻ masterlist for League fic can be found here.

#info #about me #ao3 #ao3 author #fanfiction #league of legends fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #league of legends #star wars #dathomir #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k fanfic #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #astarion #astarion discord #tag list

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sleepyfan-blog · 7 days

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#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k fanfic #polls #fanfic poll

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2lim3rz · 1 year

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Eulogy of Brotherhood

Inspired by a post I saw reblogged from someone I follow of the cursed-40k-thoughts blog. Wanted to get in touch of Gulliman as well

It was once a cathedral, something he scorned and disdained. Something that contrasted every single belief in his trained mind. Something that stood as an idol to what had changed in the countless years he had been out of the picture.

Every archway, every door, even down to the service tunnels below were carefully made. Not a single detail skipped. He had seen the most lavish of buildings and yet none compared to the obvious.. love put into the manufacturing of the cathedral.

Including the presently mocking portraits and imagery of the Emperor and.. even himself. Some features were off. Too many ribs on the skeletalized 'God-Emperor'. Grossly extended distal phalanges, one of this past brothers in arms had a mustache he never wore before. He himself had longer hair than how he always kept it.

The wounding marks of the uneducated trading intelligence for religious fanaticism.

"Beautiful, isn't it, brother?" a voice spoke. Raising the hairs upon his flesh even though he felt no fear. It was as though something of the multi-voiced speaker put visceral disgust within him. Made him want to void his stomach of its contents while all the same battering it into nonexistence. It made him want to cheer and dance. To celebrate.

Too many conflicting feelings. He turned away from the malformed images to a malformed once-brother.

He should have felt joy to see someone he actually knew. Should have felt.. something. Hatred, sadness, disgust, he would have even accepted fear!

Instead it was cruel nothing.

Cold, cruel nothing as he stared at the bright shimmering form of his 'brother'. He was not truly there, something within told him. Even as his shining body walked through the cathedral, his hands knocking off intricately carved busts before picking some so-called artificed bust of the Emperor (as if there wasn't enough of those).

"Bring yourself here, wretch, and let us truly fight for once. We were once a glorious expanding empire. We had everything. Now you left me with ruins of what once-was. Was this how you pictured everything going? Is this the framework for what you set your perfect city to be?"

A low blow, so was the fights between siblings.

The horn-crowned head of Lorgar Aurelian turned towards him. Eyes quite literally blazing as his easy smile set to a tense line. His flattened nostrils flaring as the flames that surrounded his armored form seemed to flare brighter.

"You were always one of the favorites-"

"Do not spat more lies, heathen-" his words were clearly the wrong choice as the daemonic form before him threw his head back and laughed. Laughed and laughed and laughed until crystal tears bled from his ears and rose ethereal steam.

"You are one to talk of heathens! You did spend every waking moment trying to earn some degree of pride from those you cared and loved for! You did not have to tirelessly work to earn a simple gods-given thanks! Never! NEVER were you forced to your knees as one might force a criminal to bow low! You, Gulliman, you, were always one of the favorites. Never fragile Horus, never the mutant Angel, never even the Phoenix fallen. You! You who stands before me clad in the finest armors and jewels and every nick and knack, with all of the Imperium bowing to your every whim was the favorite. Even amongst the fowlest of xenos-"

"Do not mention them." Roboute's voice snapped out akin to a whiplash. It was not him who asked to be resurrected. The truth was, he could have truly died instead of being forced into overseeing his nightmares come true.

"Emotion, isn't it delicious?" Lorgar sneered, the fallen Primarch turning away once again to walk to the sculpture of the Emperor they once followed "You never showed it when he forced me to my knees. Do you think he is angry now?"

"I never thought-"

"That's right. But I won Roboute. I've been the winner the entire time."

He was silent as his maddened brother spoke. Throwing out his arms almost worshipful of the gold statue.

"I knelt in the ruination of his false path. I felt the screams of my peoples. I felt their pains and their woes. And look, I was right. He would be forced into accepting he was a god eventually."

Turning over his shoulder. Roboute swore he saw the portrait of his brother once-was. Sensitive, sadly smiling, Lorgar.

"We will see each other soon, dear Brother. And you will see how bright my victories shine."

As the shimmer-form of his brother disappeared, Roboute stood stoically as every glass, window, and even gemstone shattered to fragments. He was already aware of the countless scratches made across his face.

Instead of walking away, instead of doing anything to help attempt some form of rebuilding, Gulliman looked into a shattered skylight. Equally aware of the glass fragments falling from his hair.

He wish he was less human in thought. To yearn for what once-was.

#roboute gulliman #lorgar aurelian #warhamer 40k #warhammer 40k fanfic #2lim3rz writes

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dead-philosophy · 1 year

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Of Yore - part I

Gentle wind stirred the field of golden wheat, golden beneath a cold, grey, alien sky. The beginnings of a storm.

“What will you do?”

He called out to the warrior in bronze just across the way from him. Dried viscera still clung to his armor in places, though he had tried to wash it away. The nipping teeth of the wind raked undulating patterns through the grizzled grey-brown fur of his cloak, mirroring those that danced across the wheat. Crimson pteruges clinked softly against his cuirass. He turned his gaze to the smaller man, a deadness in his eyes. The left one always twitched.

“I don’t know.”

The gladiator made the man feel so small, standing near him. A little rat in the shadow of a hound. He did not mind that. Unspoken mutual respect existed between them. The little rat savored the low rumble of the hound’s voice above the ambient whisper of the wind. He smelled petrichor. His chest felt full of sharp things, bits of glass and needles and his own shattered bones, anxieties that made their home there. Things he could not say lived behind his eyes like worms. How could he say them? He would ask something instead.

“Do you still want to die?”

The troubled warrior’s amber eyes washed over him like the heat of a campfire when one stood too close. He savored that too, it was all he could get.

“I…”

The hound fell silent. His eye twitched. The rat stared up at him, the wind tousling his dark hair, his many yearnings thrashing in his gut like lampreys. Maybe something unspoken passed between them, but maybe he was just hoping it did.

“If you die, I want to die with you.”

Areshkar awoke with a start, his thin shirt clinging to his sweat-slicked torso. His hands gripped the hem of his moth-eaten blanket, his knuckles starkly white even against his sun-starved, pallid flesh.

Had it been a dream this time, or a memory?

There was no way to know anymore. Things had grown so fuzzy, it terrified him. Memories were all he had left. He drew a shaky breath, pulling aside the blanket and cautiously crawling out of bed. His bare feet padded softly against the cold floor, his eyes burning. Tears grew at the corners of his eyes and he spitefully rubbed them away with the back of his hand as he made his way over to the corner of the room. It was the only part of his quarters that had any semblance of order, as the rest was covered in a haphazard array of his belongings -- a rat’s nest. Open books and sheafs of parchment littered the floor, and an assortment of bladed weapons sat atop any available piece of furniture, some with cleaning supplies lying beside them. Clothes, whether they were clean or not he could not recall, lay draped over the backs of chairs or crumpled in piles on the floor. Some of them no longer fit his Warp-altered frame, but he did not have it in him to work out just which ones. Moths fluttered around the room, gathering around the multitude of flickering candles atop the creaky wooden dresser, thick ropes of melted wax affixing them to its surface. He approached the table in the far corner, its surface draped with a worn crimson battle standard emblazoned with an open maw. Fragments of bronze-finished armor laid there, beside a tarnished plasma pistol much too large for Areshkar’s own hands. A stasis vial sat surrounded by a series of tiny figurines carved from bone; several pointy-eared hounds in various poses, and a miniscule bust immortalizing a face lost to time. A face that lived forever in Areshkar’s head.

Areshkar did not reach for any of these things, instead reaching for a scrap of grizzled grey-brown fur just large enough to drape over his shoulders, moth-eaten and marked by scorch-holes. He picked it up, stroking it reverently for a moment. His gaze settled on something else, a faded pict-print with a dark stain in one corner. A picture of him.

The Rat King clutched the scrap of fur to his chest, breaking into haunting, mournful sobs; anguished cries of loss and longing that echoed through the bowels of the Lacustrine.

#areshkar #angron #m42 #fanfic #warhammer 40k #time to get sad #warhammer 40k fanfic #khorne #world eaters #imperial army #my writing

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coyote0101 · 6 months

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Commisar anith and lieutenant emil where sharing a pipe of low whewd. Passing it back and forth having a conversation not really about anything. when there was a knock at the door. A quick and clipped "Come" from Anith.

"Commisar i had a few questions"

"Anything trooper" she replied, she had a soft grin on her face. Her and her demeanor relaxed unlike the trooper had seen his commisar

"Well i wanted ask what you and the lieutenant where smoking from that pipe? It smells like dead roadkill."

The snarl of a face returned for a brief moment.

"Low whead" the answer deadpan "Anything else trooper?"

"Oh why do you smoke it and not just drink?"

"It softens the constant and unforgiving nightmares." These words fell out with a cruel smile on Anith's face. The trooper seemed spooked, forgot their business, and left in a hurry.

"That was a little cruel, wasn't it?" Lieutenant had a massive grin on her face.

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #writing #bad writing #only dam thing even remotely postable #i hope i can post more of Aniths story #i think i bite off more than i can chew #microfiction #warhammer 40k fanfic #wh 40k #40k

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aylinvail · 29 days

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Tanna Talk: This Week in the Rogue Trader AO3 fandom (March 17 - 23 2024)

Hey hey hi, I want to be annoying on main so I thought it would be fun to start doing these weekly summaries of "What's new in the AO3 Rogue Trader fandom?" because my little rabbit brain can't keep up with the sheer amount of content and I loved @holylustration's dopamine week and think, you know what would be cool? Weekly newsletter style dop week minidose. This goes out to you @pycnolite my darling fellow organizer brained fan. Anyway, this is user aylinvail reporting to you live over vox caster from the Starseeker Bridge.

Events

Flowers of Spring (March 21, 2024) has officially concluded. Flowers of Spring is a floral-themed Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader Edition. You can find all the entries on the Flowers of Spring (March 21 2024) tag. This was preceded by Rosette Coordinated Strike Day which was dedicated in honor of Inquisitor @leadflowers's birthday.

Cool new fics

Maybe the fic did something new. Maybe it innovated. Maybe it's an entirely new concept we haven't seen yet. A non-comprehensive list. Here's what I chomped on this week.

Salt in the Wound - user Weretoad_Writer explores the aftermath of the decision to exterminatus Rykad Minoris. Excerpt: "When you’re a hammer, every problem looks like a nail, right? So either take a swing or get the fuck away from me!”

Omnissiah Forgive Me - user @jaal-ama-daravv has launched the long awaited Pasqal/RT longfic. Excerpt: "Okay, Tech-Priest, you don��t get to die that easily.”

Killing Instinct - user @nerendus cooked a very sexy Tervantias the Archmachinator x RT dead dove fic. Excerpt: “Then don't allow it,” the Rogue Trader suggests. “Force me into submission as I do the same to you. Break me as I break you.”

Who updated?

Just because my silly rabbit brain is at capacity for longfics doesn't mean it's impossible to round everyone else's plot rabbits up.

Theatre of Hearts - RT/Nocturne of Oblivion arranged marriage. And from what I hear, getting really cultural difference-flavor of interesting.

My Knight So Daring - An Imperial Knight!Heinrix x noble!RogueTrader arranged marriage AU. And from what I hear, getting really hot.

Edge of Daybreak Unbroken - Heretic Rogue Trader gets brought back to the start of the game. Time travel shenanigans ensue.

Into Temptation - Ministorum priest x Marazhai x Heinrix. Dead dove!

Pigeons and Eagles - Argenta/Cassia! Enemies to Friends to Lovers.

Tapestry of Fate II - Heinrix/RT. The Godmother of Rogue Trader Heinrix fics. Elena M is currently the furthest along the events of the game out of all the current longfics.

Starseeker - Heinrix/RT intrigue rewrite of game events with Kunrad-related canon divergence. And a shoujo romance.

I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall - RT/Calcazar. RT is voidborn and Theo's daughter, has met Calcazar before game events.

gossamer of starlight - RT/Yrliet. Yrliet watches her elantach's dynasty fall apart in slow motion. Non chronological.

A Thousand Floating Worlds - OC/Calligos Winterscale where Calligos becomes the Rogue Trader to save his Found Family from Interrogator Calcazar.

Addendums

will be updated, changed in the next few days, changes logged here. I just needed to get this out of my brainstem.

- Added I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall, gossamer of starlight as of March 22. Added A Thousand Floating Worlds on March 23.

#rogue trader #warhammer 40k #warhammer fanfic #warhammer 40k fanfic #rogue trader crpg #warhammer 40k rogue trader #marazhai aezyrraesh #heinrix #cassia orsellio #sister argenta #heinrix van calox #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #lorraine's list

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hereticalxenos · 10 months

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I wrote a thing. Please read the thing.

#warhammer 40k #fanfic #warhammer 40k fanfic

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leadflowers · 1 month

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Once upon a time (last year) I read Eisenhorn and got deep into WH40K. It inspired me to write and finish (!) an Inquisition longfic which I am finally uploading now.

Chapters 1 and 2 are posted already, more will follow soon (rather than dumping all 47k words in one go, I decided to do it this way)

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Warhammer 40.000 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Warhammer 40.000 Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Inquisition Ensemble (Warhammer 40.000), Adeptus Mechanicus Ensemble (Warhammer 40.000), Original Adeptus Mechanicus Character(s) (Warhammer 40.000) Additional Tags: Family Reunions, Family Drama, Imperium of Man (Warhammer 40.000), Slice of Life, Inquisition Shenanigans, psychic awakening, Chaos, Evil Corporations Summary:

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

(W.B Yeats – Ancient heretic)

An original Warhammer 40000 series focused on the Inquisition, seen through the eyes of several of its members. It follows the evolution of Katarina Morvani from newly-awakened psyker haunted by her past mistakes to Inquisitorial acolyte, and explores her relationship with her mother-turned-mentor and the other members of the retinue as they face some of the worst horrors the galaxy has to throw at them. Sometimes, human nature is the greatest foe of all...

It is a collection of character studies more than a fast-paced action story, although you can expect the usual trappings of a WH40K inquisition-centric story too.

Tags and Rating may change.

#warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #wh40k #warhammer 40k fanfic #imperium #inquisition

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nemossubmarine · 1 year

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Title: Keeping Time (Trazyn/Orikan)

Summary: Something is haunting the galleries of Trazyn the Infinite. It starts with a single medal disappearing and then reappearing out of place. Soon time itself is starting to crumble around the galleries, and unfortunately enough Trazyn knows exactly who to ask for help; Orikan the Divine, the last Seer of the Necrontyr.

Though Trazyn's galleries give him a headache even on the best of days, Orikan agrees to help; partially out of curiosity, partially because if something were to destroy the galleries, he'd definitely want to have the first row seat.

Becoming trapped outside time inside the galleries is not the kind of thing that would mend the fraught relationship between the two ancient scholars. Unfortunately that is exactly what happens.

My Warhammer 40k Big Bang is out! With awesome art by @becauseihad-too! If you like old gay robots bickering (and who doesn't?), check it out!

#nemo writes #wh 40k big bang #trazyn the infinite #orikan the divine #warhammer 40k fanfic #warhammer 40k big bang

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tragedybunny · 10 months

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Reunion - Warhammer 40K - Fulgrim x Ferrus Manus - NSFW

It's been a while since Fulgrim and Ferrus have seen each other and they are all too excited to be reunited. PWP

My second Warhammer fic and my first Fulgrim / Ferrus fic. Honestly, this got way softer than I thought so I may show up with something a little kinkier. This is currently one of my favorite ships, so let me know what you think in the comments and if you'd like more.

The touch of cool iron fingertips on his skin set his nerves ablaze but the hand that wrapped around his throat made his mind stutter and he gasped involuntarily. “You’re too easy sometimes,” Ferrus’s rough voice whispered in his ear and Fulgrim refrained from any other sound. It would only cause Ferrus to continue to tease him. One strong arm wrapped around his naked waist, pinning him against Ferrus’s broad bare chest, while the hand at his throat never let go. “What, too flustered for words from that silver tongue of yours?”

Teeth nipped his ear and Fulgrim squirmed. “Ferrus,” he whined, offended at himself for how undignified it sounded. “Don’t be mean.” It had been too long since they’d seen one another and he knew that they were both hopelessly pent up. Ferrus was apparently just determined to use it to his advantage. Perhaps Fulgrim had invited it on himself by too eagerly dragging him to his private quarters once he was on board Pride of The Emperor.

“But you’re adorable when you’re like this.” The hand released his throat to trace a light touch over his body, traveling down to grip his already hardened length and stroke it once. “Needy. Though you’d look even more adorable on your knees.”

“I don’t know if you deserve it.” Fulgrim managed a firm tone, even as he desperately wanted Ferrus to keep playing with him.

“I can stop altogether if you're going to be difficult.” Ferrus punctuated his words by thrusting against his backside, reminding him of what he’d be missing out on. “Or have you forgotten how to behave yourself, my Little Bird? Do you need me to teach you again?” Lips that were more gentle than one would think Ferrus was capable of, brushed his cheek. For a second Fulgrim contemplated continuing to be obstinate just for the delicious thrill of Ferrus forcing obedience from him. He quickly decided it wasn't worth the risk he’d follow through on his threat though.

As though sensing his surrender, Ferrus released him and Fulgrim turned to kneel before him, dropping down onto the plush carpet. “Better,” he asked, looking up into Ferrus’s steely silver eyes.

“Good boy,” Ferrus rumbled, and Fulgrim quivered. Ferrus’s lips parted as though he would tease him about that too, but Fulgrim silenced him with tongue running along the length of his cock. Instead of speaking, he groaned wordlessly.

Fulgrim continued to tease him, broad strokes of his tongue traversing Ferrus’s erection painfully slow. Until those marvelous hands tangled in his long platinum locks and demanded satisfaction. The harsh grip set his mind reeling all over again, and pliantly he opened his mouth for Ferrus to thrust harshly inside. “Go on,” the words were so strained with desire, Fulgrim could barely hear them, but he didn’t need to. Hands clutching Ferrus’s thighs, his head bobbed up and down, taking him as deep as he could, pressing his tongue into every ridge and crevice.

He could feel Ferrus simply watching him, the occasional noise of pleasure emanating from him, but otherwise silently delighting Fulgrim’s work. The feeling of his throat being so filled was driving him mad to be filled in other ways and when he could stand it no longer, he let Ferrus’s cock slide from his mouth. “This is monstrously unfair, you’re not letting me have any fun.”

Ferrus reached out, gripping his chin, and tilting it up, his thumb delicately tracing Fulgrim’s lip. “What did I say earlier? Needy. My poor little Fulgrim, needs to be fucked so badly.”

The tone would have been infuriating from anyone else, but only with Ferrus was he so far gone, he could’ve said anything. Biting his lip, he played into it. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Releasing his chin, Ferrus helped him to his feet, pulling Fulgrim into a surprisingly soft kiss before pushing him firmly face down on the bed. “At least you look delectable on those damn silk sheets you insist on.”

"Don't I always look delectable?" Fulgrim couldn't resist a little more sass. His answer was a firm slap to his ass that caused him to yelp, a stark reminder Ferrus would be rough with him if he kept asking for it.

"Hmm, actually turn over, I want to watch your face when I fuck you." Ferrus wasn't patient, roughly gripping his hips and flipping him on his back before Fulgrim could even respond. "Perfect."

Kneeling between his legs, Ferrus bent down, kissing him hungrily before trailing his lips over his neck and chest. The wonton need was exciting, but it was the more tender moments that always drove Fulgrim mad. "Ferrus I am dying of need."

"Shh. You're dramatic." But he finally picked up the bottle of lube that had been so intentionally left on Fulgrim’s bedside table. Silver fingers were quickly coated in it, and Fulgrim pulled his knees up to his chest.

Giving up on any dignity, he whined as Ferrus's fingers entered him and spread him wide. The feeling of being readied to take the one he wanted most was almost enough by itself to do him in. Clutching the sheets as waves of bliss washed over him, he bucked his hips against Ferrus’s hand.

He'd expected to be teased for being needy again. Instead, Ferrus withdrew his fingers, leaving Fulgrim feeling devastatingly empty until his cock was teasing at his entrance. With one swift move, Ferrus was inside him. As one they exhaled a sigh of relief, and Fulgrim knew he felt it too, the completeness that always came from their union.

"You feel so good," Ferrus groaned, as he began to build a steady pace. Their lips crashed together again as every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

Locking his arms around him, Fulgrim kept Ferrus close, nipping at his neck and chest, anywhere he could get in fevered passion. Nails raked his rough skin, punctuating Fulgrim’s breathy moans. “I’ve missed this so terribly.”

Ferrus answered by plunging into him with greater urgency, pulling himself from his arms to allow the building intensity. Fulgrim reached down, beginning to touch himself, but his hand was swatted away swiftly as Ferrus gripped him. “Let me.”

Those hands that could so expertly craft anything wrung ecstasy from him, reducing Fulgrim to a mewling mess as Ferrus continued his relentless use of him. This was what Ferrus had meant he liked, watching him lose control, to writhe and beg for release. Finally, he could no longer stand it no longer, “Ferrus…”

“Cum for me, love.” It was permission and command, and with an explosion of euphoria, Fulgrim surrendered himself, and the world faded away until there was only the two of them in this sublime state. Ferrus continued to stroke him, milking every drop of his release and sending aftershocks through every fiber of his body.

While he was still lost in the haze of orgasm, he felt Ferrus’s final frenzied thrusts, rapid and desperate as he had been. With one last rumbling moan, Ferrus gripped his hips and buried himself in Fulgrim, filling him with his seed and holding him tightly in place until he finished. Collapsing next to him, Ferrus pulled him into his arms and nuzzled his neck. “Happy now that you’ve been properly ravished?”

“Oh, and you didn’t want it at all?” Fulgrim tried to hide the small hurt of the continued jesting behind a glib tone.

It didn’t succeed as Ferrus sighed and kissed him tenderly. “You know I did, Little Bird, and I didn’t mean to offend.”

Fulgrim continued to pout, “you could show it a little better.”

“Didn’t I, my love?” Ferrus stroked his hair and held him even tighter. “You know being parted from you is suffering for me.”

“I like you to remind me of that, so I know we suffer the same.” The hearing of it reassured him, even if he did know deep down.

“If that will make you happy. Now get some rest, I am not nearly finished with you yet.”

Fulgrim let his eyes shut and gloried in the warmth the broad chest he was curled up on. “Love you Ferrus,” he murmured.

“Love you too Fulgrim.”

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