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aerkame · 5 months

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It Was Just The Wind

Warhammer40k reader insert concept one shot (may be others...)

I have many fast thoughts and sometimes it's difficult for me to organize my ideas, but sometimes, certain ones stick, like this one. For my usual Welcome Home fans on here, I hope you don't mind, but there really isn't anyone doing reader inserts and I feel it's my responsibility now to make some. Concept: When you sleep, their universe goes quiet, a ghost town, save for powerful beings that stay behind, and you take the place of the beings that once existed there, free to roam around unbothered. For now at least. Read the bottom for details on this concept.

It was just like the other nights, all the same but also different. Once you felt yourself drift into slumber you had these vivid and all too real dreams. This was something you assumed to be just lucid dreaming, something that happened when a person became self-aware of their own dream.

That was until you got hurt.

You remember it clearly as if it happened just yesterday. In the "dream" there was the skull of...something. It was metallic and covered in neon green fluids. An object stuck out from the side of it's face, a chain-saw? Or was it a sword? A sword-saw you concluded. It was large but clearly man-made.

In an attempt to get a closer look, you slipped on the green liquid and landed on top of the strange skull. The sharp edges of the head sliced the flesh of your arm, leaving a long gash with no blood. You didn't react, not feeling anything, you assumed it was because you were dreaming. No blood came dripping out. It was as if it didn't happen... Suddenly feeling strange, you felt yourself begin to stir and wake.

Eyes shooting open, you looked down with blurry vision as a burning sensation spread throughout your arm. The bed was covered in fresh blood. There was blood dripping from a fresh wound...there was blood dripping from a fresh wound-

Panicking, you stumbled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, opening the cabinet to take out the first aid kit you never thought you would need.

You quickly debated washing the wound but decided against it, it's too deep to do that. You got the pads out and started applying pressure as the gauze was slowly wrapped around, finishing it off with the bandages. It was rushed, but that would have to do for now. You were going to the hospital even though it was late. This was far too much blood for you to ignore.

Getting in the car a bit woozy, you started driving.

It was quiet when you walked in, and surprisingly empty for the most part, only one or two other people were there. When a nurse finally checked on you, you gave the poor excuse that you fell on a sharp metal scrap when walking out in the dark. The nurse gave you a questioning look but got someone to start treating you regardless. You were still trying to process what happened...how it happened, still in shock.

The next few nights were absolute nightmares. You didn't want to go back to sleep after that. It was scary to think about. Maybe you were attacked in your sleep? If so, then you should have called the police to check the house. But then again, no one was there when you woke up. It was just you. All alone.

You grew sleep-deprived as the days went by, thankful you have a week off from work due to your injury, but oh, sleep culled you. Your body screamed for rest. So you gave in.

It was different each time like before. You have seen so many places now just by sleeping. Of course you explored with caution now, fully aware that getting hurt wherever there was, would result in injury to yourself here in your own body.

Eventually you had begun making literal maps of these places. Your memory was so fresh that each time you awoke you sketched landmarks and whatever else would help with mapping. It was strange and scary at first, but over time you grew to love these little adventures in dreamland.

There was what you assumed to be different planets with aliens and their own cultures. At least that's what you could guess from what was left behind. You felt like an archeologist almost. You did wonder though, why did everything look so fresh? There were no living beings around each time you visited, at least none you had come across yet.

Regardless of the strange circumstances, adventure called to you, so you slept.

This dream was different from the rest.

Tonight, you found your conscious in what looked like a cathedral or some kind of golden palace. Statues, stained glass windows, and art surrounded the halls. You followed along a grand hall slowly, taking everything in. You did not want to forget a single detail from tonight. It was beautiful. So ethereal.

Hallways looped around in one big circle from what you could tell, leading to a center hallway, that must be main path.

Quickly walking down the hallway, you stopped and looked up.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me..."

Stairs upon stairs stacked each other, leading up to what must be a throne room. Each step was human-sized, if human-sized humans were 7ft giants. You felt like a child trying to get up the stairs. But that wasn't going to stop the ever-growing curiosity in you. Lifting yourself up, you started walking up the stairway as best you could. One big step at a time.

Finally reaching the last set of stairs you sighed. You were going to be exhausted when you woke up for sure.

Rolling onto your side, you sat up almost immediately, not needing endurance in your dreams as you scanned your surroundings. It was more beautiful up here than anywhere else. Pillars were decorated in what looked like long strips of paper with unknown language written on them, something you saw often on battlefields attached to pieces of armor and sometimes guns. You wished you could stay here forever, it was so grand and dreamy to look at.

A small noise caught your attention. Something creaked shortly a few times before stopping again. You looked behind you for the sound, finally noticing the gigantic throne built into the wall.

There, sat what looked like the skeleton of a human, a large human. That must have been why everything here is so big. It's for these guys.

You slowly started walking towards the throne for a closer look, throwing your previous caution to the wind. The skeleton had wires and strange machines threading through the body, connecting to the armrests and behind the backseat. A single lens stuck out from one eye socket with another optic sealed behind.

Unable to reach the throne steps without climbing it, you decided to just look from a distance. You didn't want to be disrespectful even if this stranger was dead. Deciding to just look, not touch, you put your hands together to give a small prayer for the stranger. Whatever happened to them must have been awful. The prayer wasn't towards any particular god or religion, it was just something open-ended that you often did for others. Another creak sounded, grabbing your attention. This time the sound was right in front of you. You squinted...

The tips of the fingers were moving, gripping the very ends of the armrests.

Strong skeletal fingers left indents in the armrests, moving so slowly you wouldn't even know there was movement save for the throne creaking under the pressure. This person was still alive. There was someone alive here with you.

Your voice was caught in your throat as you looked up to stare into the skeleton's optics. There was no signs of life in them, no movement to take note of. So how is this happening...

"Ah!-"

You flinched grabbing the front of your head.

There was a sharp pain and then a swirling fuzzy feeling. It slowly spread downwards to the rest of your body. You slumped forwards before falling over, struggling to move your limbs that grew numb, everything felt so weird. It was like something-someone was trying to use your limbs for you, you felt like a puppet.

Struggling, you managed to fight back the numbing sensations and look once more at the throne. A single red eye stared back you.

The blankets went flying as you yelled, arms flailing and legs kicking now able to move. You sat stunned for a few moments, before finally processing what happened. "I think I need a therapist."

Looking at the clock, it read 7:45AM.

With a sigh you got up to make breakfast, maybe next time you'll find some answers.

It was strange. Well, everything has been strange recently. Rumors of The Emperor returning have been spreading all over the planet. But there has yet to be proof, only some bits here and there saying that the throne's armrests have been destroyed. Some say that it was the shear will of The Emperor's might that let him wake if only for a moment, and some say that the throne just needs to be maintained. There has been much speculation and no answers.

Whatever the answer is, it doesn't change the excitement that comes from said rumors, it has boosted the morale and spirit of mankind. But it also does not explain the memory relapses.

Everyone has experienced it almost daily now, even the xeno enemies that threaten humanity.

Short periods of times, usually seconds or milliseconds, lost. Not one person can remember those moments. It's like no one was around. As short of a time as it was, it still concerned many.

It's almost like nothing, but there was something. Who knows, maybe it was just the wind.

Some things I wanted to clarify about this concept:

The reader is not affected and can not interact with The Warp or deamons because the reader does not exist to them technically, they aren't from that universe. If a deamon tried possession it'd be like trying to posses a thought, not a physical being. Think of the reader as a projection or astral projection. You are there but not really. there's no real body...buuut, the reader can interact with physical structures or dead bodies. Things that aren't alive.

Because of #1, it is assumed that the reader can not be seen, heard, smelled, or felt by anyone either (unless they're powerful enough). Though I don't think you would want to test that out in the 40k universe, let's just stay hidden yeah?

Once the reader wakes back up, everything that did not exist previously in the 40k universe comes back as if nothing happened, as if no time at all passed. Save for the few beings that did stay along with anything that is dead. Some beings remember these strange events. They know...and oh, looks like you might have left a evidence of your presence behind. Maybe you aren't as invisible as you thought.

Why did this happen? Let's just say something or someone made a connection to the conscious of the reader, making them a conductor to The Warp or whatever was used to do this. It could have been anything really, maybe a Librarian? Perhaps someone greater did this...maybe The Emperor. He might not be physically able-bodied, but he defiantly seems to be mentally and phykilogically(phykerly?) there.

Forgive me if I got some things wrong biologically, I only have first aid training so I was writing based on that. You'd be shocked at how little blood it takes for you to pass out or die. Our skin also slices pretty easily so I wouldn't be surprised if someone sliced their whole arm open from falling on something as small as aa sheet of metal.

I know Warhammer 40k reader insert fanfictions are not as popular, but I really do want to explore that and come up with concepts that would fit and make sense such as this one with a 21st century reader.

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #wh40000 #warhammer40k fanfiction #reader insert #wh40k reader insert #warhammer 40k reader insert #the emperor #concept #it's 3am #lmao #warhammer 40k emperor #warhammer40k x reader #space marines

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sculptorofcrimson · 27 days

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Yandere! Valdor

Valdor, the most loyal, the greatest of the Custodes, a Primarch in all but name. Who else can obsess more than him, whose every function besides loyalty was beaten out? A/N: Playing “fucked up obsessive twinks” on easy mode here, aren’t I? I’m sorry, SCP-XXXX who requested this, but you told me Valdor was a twink, and evil twinks are the best kind of men, so therefore this is your fault! Full throttle ahead, let us be damned together! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Relationships: Valdor/Gn!Reader, mentioned Valdor/Emperor Mentions: @kit-williams would you like some food?

Valdor does not love.

The Custodes simply can not love. Their love perished beneath treachery and fire, ten thousand years ago, and they simply cannot piece the remnants that was a heart back together again.

The Emperor took away their ability to love any but Himself, and what else could be left but a hollow void, an immortality without substances, a heart that beats while it lacks its other half?

There was simply nothing left of him to spare when the Emperor had brought down his claws. His love, his joy, his dreams, all gone, wiped away like sand upon the sea. Leaving behind nothing more than a hollow without sustenance, a phantom vestige of a dream crushed long ago, its corpse entombed within perfected flesh and bone and blood.

He loves no one, not even himself. When the Emperor died ten thousand years ago, he lost his way. He lost his tether to life itself. And for ten thousand years he wandered for the corpse of his master. There was a poem once, a poem so long ago about the loyal dog that stood guard before his master’s bones, who licked the once-petting hand once, and laid down to die.

Valdor’s loyalty is no weaker than that dog’s.

He loves no one, not even himself. But he loves the Emperor. He loves Him, so brokenly, so obsessively, so utterly insane in his adoration, the First Custodian would have let Him tear him apart if He wished.

He loved the Emperor.

And that is why he loves you. He thinks you to be his Emperor. If not Him, then at least a shard.

He doesn’t care who you were, he doesn’t care whether you were once a captain, a Chapter Master, a Thunder Warrior even. He thinks you to be his master, back from the dead, one of His shards caught in life and flesh.

He thinks you’re Him. Or, if not Him, at least a fragment of His former glory.

Valdor calls you his Emperor, his shard, his beloved, he ignores any name you had once in favor of calling you his master. A name is only a word, after all, and you are nothing but his Emperor reborn, in his mind. A guardsman, an Astarte, a Thunder Warrior, you are all mortal beneath his eyes. He only smiles that cold, humorless smile of his when you attempt to correct him, when he brushes off your words with the same cold, humorless disinterest.

Valdor thinks you to be his Emperor. And he doesn't care that you were once someone else, you were not always his beloved, you were not the master he imagined, that you are not the master he built from memories and bones.

You were nothing before his master, he reasons, you will be nothing after his master, and you were his Emperor once upon a time. It is doubtful if he can even know love, if he had not projected his own delusions of his Emperor upon another. Valdor failed Him once and only now the fates have judged him fit enough to protect a shard of Him, one that is so frail compared to himself, so unspeakably mortal, his atonement for the master he failed so long ago.

He failed the Emperor once, and watched Him die. He will not do so again.

Protection. You will never walk free again, never without his cold presence by your side, that effortless, confident stride as he accompanies his master. You will never know the taste of sunlight, the easy voice of another conversationalist before their words taper off into uncertainty, and then fear, beneath the jealous glare of your bodyguard. How their sentences trail off, how Valdor looms like some ancient, murderous harpy, his shadow constantly overcasting yours.

He knows nothing of love, of human emotion. But he knows protection. And he knows obsession.

Valdor is not a passionate man. But he is neither a cruel one either. Of course, Valdor will never raise a spear nor blade against his adoration, to strike his master would certainly mean death, but he will slaughter your loved ones without even horror. He will whisper litanies of loyalty on his knees while his Custodes sink in the knives. He will speak ironclad promises and gilded oaths when they label your soldiers traitors and slaughter them upon the snowfields, when they hail for unity, and hear the blade fall.

He seems to like walks in wintery fields. It reminds him of what he lost long ago, when the Emperor took him atop Ararat, and he enacted His first vengeance upon the Thunder Warriors. He sometimes brings you there, to altitudes higher than even what a Space Marine can withstand, and gathers you beneath his cloak, whispering memories that were never truly yours, asking for your orders, asking for your forgiveness, asking if you can remember what it felt like ten thousand years ago.

(Sometimes, you can nearly believe him when he says you’re a shard. It’s flattering, almost, to be under the eye of the captain-general.)

He can kill. There is nothing left of him if he could not. Nothing but the Emperor’s spear, a sharpened tool meant to kill and to serve, and to be cast away when its function is complete. You have nothing to fear from him, of course, he would rather end himself than raise a blade against his master. But he loves no other. He does not know how to love. And that makes him dangerous. You know it when you gaze into his eyes, you are sure you could imagine him covered in the blood of your loved ones, guardian spear flashing as he hacks through them without even the shadow of hesitation. He will take no fear, no regret, no relief, barely even satisfaction in the grim act, and yet that is somehow more profane than joy in slaughter. Not even a single hint of joy, wild and unfettered in the sheer cruelty, not even a single hint of an ambition for why he would lay such altars of blood before his master’s feet, only simply because He wanted it to be so, and simply because he loved Him.

In his eyes, you are his Emperor. But he does not always obey you. He does not kneel as he would’ve knelt before his master. Because he knows, Valdor knows that to protect Him, to serve Him properly, sometimes he must smother Him for His own good. It’s the twisted rationale of a dog who has lost his master, whose death had rocked him so thoroughly he was willing to kill to save Him again.

Valdor kneels, of course. He’ll kneel before you and speak his words of loyalty, he’ll give you his names one by one if you only ask. Valdor has never considered himself eloquent with words, but he’ll listen to you, he’ll even let you command him as the Emperor would have done. Rank be damned, he cares not if his Emperor had been reborn as a guardsman or an Astartes or even a Thunder Warrior.

But he does not hide his obsession. To obsess is the only way he knows to love, after all. He’ll smother his beloved with his protection, with his adoration. He’ll hack his way to be their only protector, their only bulwark before the madness, the only man they can trust to defend them. Gaze upon his Emperor once, he’ll tear them apart. Love the Emperor more than him, and he’ll bury their bones beneath the snowfields.

And be loved by the Emperor more than him….and he’ll betray them as he had betrayed the Thunder Warriors. He’ll sink in golden knives and golden spears in turned backs without even the hint of remorse, Valdor will remind his beloved that it is he who is the servant, it is he who serves to be praised for his duty. Valdor can take you from your family as the Emperor took him from his, he’ll so effortlessly ensure the utter protection of his new Emperor, all for himself.

No one will protect you more than I, my liege.

It is he who should be the favored servant.

No one can love you more than I, my Emperor.

He’ll croon those litanies of loyalty to you. He’ll whisper those promises of protection, of ambition, he’ll promise you an eternity while standing atop the frozen ashes of your loved ones. He’ll promise you a throne if you don’t cry, if you’ll love him as his master did. He’ll bring you a crown of gold, he’ll strangle the living storm for you, if only you promise to let him protect you, if you promise if you’ll be his Emperor.

You died once. I will not let you do so again, my Emperor.

And his obsession would never be checked, and much less ended by the true power behind the Imperium.

You are his Emperor. In that mind He broke so thoroughly long ago, you are the Emperor, reborn. Heavy is the head that bears the laurel, bloodied is the hand that holds this mad dog’s leash.

It is Valdor who should be the favored servant.

No one will protect you more than I, my liege.

He will protect you.

He will protect you, obsess over you, guard you with the hollow that is a heart. He’ll bring you a throne, a crown, an army, an eternity, if only you promise, if only you’ll be his Emperor.

The Emperor died ten thousand years ago. And in turn, he casted you in His corpse.

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Wow! Congrats on 1k followers!! Your writing is always a delight. 🥰

For your event, may I request Tech x F!reader with the prompt "You really want me?"

Thank you! I hope you have a great day. ❤️

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Awww thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! and techtechtechtechtechtech

Relationships: Tech/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff and confessions of love

"So, I have to ask..."

Echo's voice perks up your ears, as sits beside you. His glass is in his hands but he hasn't taken a sip yet, at least that you've noticed.

79's is relatively barren tonight, at least by the normal standards; Though it's still quite loud and packed with enough clones that traversal through the bar is for sure going to end up with you bumping into a few shoulders.

"Did you show Tech some new book or something?" He's not here tonight, having neglected coming out for drinks because of some important worked he wanted to finish, and had insisted you all go on without him. it's not incredibly unusual; This sort of scene isn't his type.

You think on Echo's question for a moment, pursing your lips as you look off in no particular direction trying to recall. Once you do, it's such a brief moment that you don't really think that it would be anything of note.

"Um, I mean I mentioned something not too long ago?" Echo leans back against the seat, an arm over the back behind your head.

"Ok, because he's not shut up about whatever it was for at least a week now. He's been researching it nonstop." That sentence makes you surprised, but also it's impossible to contain a smile at the thought of him doing something like that when you aren't around. It's, endearing. Not too often do you find someone who enjoys you enough that they try to enjoy the things you do. You love watching Tech tinker, to sometimes catch his tongue just barely poking out between his lips, but it makes your heart flutter a bit to know this new tidbit of info.

"Really? I didn't know he cared that much." Crosshair makes an amused noise.

"Cares? He's obsessed." He gets an odd look from you back, and Hunter seeks to clarify what Crosshair won't.

"The two of you really get along well," He says, and you raise your eyebrows. He can't exactly find the best way to put this so for the sake of his brother and for your own sanity, he'll be blunt.

"Look, we don't wanna shove into your business or anything," Hunter rubs the back of his neck. "But Tech really likes you." It's feels more than a little bit intense being underneath the stare of four eyes, especially considering who they are.

"But he's not gonna say it unless you do first."

Were you really so obvious in your attraction that they were all able to notice? You had hoped you were being at least somewhat subtle.

No point in denying it, you guess. They already have it all figured out.

"So, you want me to just go for it then?" You smile and laugh, expecting it to be taken as a joke. But instead, Hunter nods and agrees with you.

"Go sweep him off his feet."

You're not drunk in the slightest; seeing the outline of the Marauder ahead of you as you walk forward towards it with purpose. It's just that your conversation with the rest of the 99's has pushed you over the edge.

You ended up leaving not long after you'd finished talking, deciding to take the opportunity of Tech being alone. It's not too often you have the chance to do so.

You'll just say how you feel, and damn the consequences. You can't stay in the limbo anymore.

But Tech is just, so hard to read.

You've gotten better at it over time, but sometimes you find yourself wondering. His brothers know him best, and hopefully their encouragement doesn't end with you making an ass of yourself.

You have the codes to unlock the Marauder, bringing down the gangplank so you can head inside. Once you do, it's only takes a quick look to the right to locate Tech, who's situated in the cockpit using Gonky as an extension to his current work table; Which is the control panel. He heard your entrance and looks over, perking up in casual surprise.

"Oh, I thought you all would be out for most of the evening." He says it with curiosity, not disappointment. You notice he's reading one of the books you'd mentioned awhile ago when you step closer, datapad sat aside whatever he's been tinkering with. He must be using it as background noise.

"Yeah, it got a little too rowdy for my liking." He's soldering two wires together, humming and adjusting his goggles with a wiggle of his nose. When he speaks he's still working, not looking as you watch over him from his side.

"I apologize for my brothers if they said or did anything particularly uncouth; Them and large amounts of alcohol are not often the best combination." Speaking from experience? You joke to only yourself. Smiling, you wave off his concerns.

"Nah, they were fine," Your sentence hangs for a bit, leaning to one side as your eyes flick over his hands and arms. "I, wanted to talk to you, actually." That admission gets Tech's interest, naturally.

Gonky takes up a good portion of the free space between the seats, so he ushers the droid away and gives you the room to sit down.

"To me?" He seems both surprised and curious, already trying to figure out what you'd possibly need to talk to him about. It could be any number of things, it's not as if the two of you have ever run out of things to talk about.

"Yeah, I," You lick your lips, finding the words and the confidence to just say them.

Gods he looks so cute right now... You think while seeing his dark brown eyes watch you from behind his goggles.

"Do you want to go out sometime? Just you and me?" He quickly counts his tools as he puts them away back in his storage box, glancing up at you.

"Do you need help with something? I see no need why to specify just you and me if you would just like to go and-"

You get out of your seat and kneel on the edge of Tech's, leaning inward and stealing a kiss from him. He certainly looks surprised the moment you pull away, but it seems to get the point across well enough.

"Oh," He says, adjusting his goggles from where you'd bumped them out of alignment. "You meant in that way." His eyes are wide, flicking around focus on a different part of your face as he thinks.

"I, failed to think this was a possible scenario." In any other situation you might've considered making a joke, but the tone would be ruined if you did so.

"Being a clone isn't a desirable trait apart from a few select scenarios, my brothers are quite overbearing, and the state of the war I-" He cuts himself off, brain thinking a mile a minute. "You really want me?"

You smile and nod, lips just barely dusting over his. You can still feel his breath on your face, before he decides to kiss you this time. His feels more assertive, as if he's quickly gaining the confidence in what he's figured out so far. His body rises from his aggressive slouch and his hands move up your thighs, from where they had laid politely on your knees.

"Do you want me to say?" You say, feeling his hands on your hips.

His brothers won't be back for most of the night anyways. He has plenty of time to figure things out and get all the answers he needs.

"Yes."

#is the first part a very very vague reference to me absolutely nuking anyone that looks at me with WH40k lore? maybe #the bad batch tech x reader #tbb x reader #Tech/Reader #tech x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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bleedingichorhearts · 3 months

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𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖚𝖘

TW // Neglect, Abandonment.

Shifting in my car seat. I tried to get comfortable with the bandages that held my stomach tightly as I got out of the car with a limp.

Using the car door for support, the crisp cold air of midnight brought a sense of déjà vu as I remembered this place very vaguely.

A quiet exhale, and I closed my car door and made my way over to the trunk of the car, popping it open and grabbing my duffel bag. Slowly throwing it over my shoulder.

Closing the trunk, and locking the car with my keys. I made my way up to the house. Observing how dull it looked regardless of how dark it was.

The exterior paint was stained, and chipped, some parts of it just being full on wooden panels. Windows cracked, and foggy. Blankets being used as insulation. Some areas are even straight up boarded. The roof was too dark to look up at, but I was sure that wasn’t in the best condition either.

Damn. If I didn’t know any better, I’ve would have guessed this place was abandoned. Gone to live with the rest of the town.

Nearing the porch that looked like it would snap under a pebbles weight. I could hear someone rushing inside the house before the front door opened to reveal a boy. No younger than 12 with long, blond hair and blue eyes.

I didn’t even get the chance to utter anything as the boy leaped off the porch and wrapped his arms around my neck. Stumbling, I clenched my jaw while I fought off through the pain to hold the little boy.

“You came back.” I heard him mumble into my neck. Nuzzling into it. “You came back.”

“I did.” I hummed quietly, slowly moving one of my hands to support his back. Noting how light, and skinny he really was. How greasy his hair was.

“I’ve missed you.” The boy admitted. His tone quiet. Pulling at my heart strings while I hugged him back tighter.

Supporting his weight when he leaned back. I took notice of his bruised face, and tired eyes. His clothes were old, and raggedy. Not even pajama clothes on him at this time of night.

“Do you remember Mr. Pea?” The boy asked, his eyes lighting up with new energy. “And Penguin?”

Cringing at those names. Those were definitely something a child would name something, or someone. Yet nothing brings up any remembrance of these names.

“No I don’t, Alvar. It’s been a long time.” I said, putting him down on the ground.

“Then we must go meet them again!” Alvar declared, taking ahold of my hand and tugging at me to move forward.

“Right now? It’s nearly 2:00 A.M at night.” I said to him, then asking. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

Alvar stoped tugging at my hand, and squeezed it a couple times. “I… was waiting for you?” He said nervously, sounding like he was questioning himself more.

Wrapping my hand around his much smaller one. I pulled him forward gently while I slowly kneeled down to the ground. Ignoring the painful pricks that eat at my side.

“I’ll accept that excuse for now, but I’ll like to know the full story. Not right now, but whenever it comes forth.” I said to him. Paying attention to how his skin was turning red, a shiver coming from his little body.

Not expecting him to jump into my arms. I nearly stumbled over again from the boy. His cold skin touching my warmed one.

“Come on! Let’s get see Mr. Pea, and Penguin.” Alvar let go of me, and took ahold of my hand, trying to pull me forward again.

“Whoa, hold on there!” I laughed, pulling him back to me. “One, you don’t have a coat, and two it’s dark out.”

“But-”

“We can go on this adventure of yours tomorrow morning.” I stated, picking up the boy. After we get you some proper clothing, and a meal. “I’m sure whatever you’re trying to introduce me to will still be there.”

“…Promise?” He asked, looking up at me.

“I promise.” I confirmed. Briefly, hesitating to go up the porch stairs that cracked underneath my weight.

Walking through the front door, and closing it behind me. The interior of the house was stained with cigarette smoke. Some spots darker than the others from a different, unknown source.

It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve been in, but it definitely was bad for a child to be living here in the conditions.

“My rooms just down the hall, to the right? No! Left!” Alvar pointed down the hall while I made my way down. Floorboards creaking under my weight while I was afraid some would flip on me.

Pushing open his door that didn’t even have a knob. His room was probably by far, the cleanest room in this house. Very bland though.

“Welcome to my room!” Alvar said as I put him down. Taking my duffel bag down next, and putting it at the end of his bed that didn’t have a frame, just an boxspring, and mattress.

Plopping myself onto his bed. I took his pillow and tucked it under my chin. My legs hanging off the bed as I relaxed myself. Feeling the slight breeze of the cold coming in through the cracks of the house.

“Hey! That my bed!” Alvar lightly fussed. Coming over and pushing me away, making way for himself as he took his blanket and wrapped himself in it.

I hummed, giving his pillow back to him. Tucking it under his head while I used my own arm as a pillow.

It wasn’t long before the little dude tapped out with me following shortly behind.

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“Sister?” I heard a quiet voice call out as I stepped through the front door, carrying a bag of McDonald’s, a cup of orange juice, and a bag of clothes.

“Yes?” I responded back, making my way back down to his room with the food in hand. Rounding the archway to see the boy on the verge of breaking down.

“Y-You have gotten food?” Alvar asked, jumping up from the bed, and running over to grab the orange juice I held out to him. Taking a big sip from the cup.

Well, since the damn house didn’t even have food in it.

“C-can we go see Mr. Pea, and Penguin now?” Alvar inhaled, nearly downing the cup of juice in one go as I pulled out an hash-brown from the bag for him to eat.

“After you eat.” I said, watching him practically shove the hash-brown into his mouth. Jeez, when was the last time he has eaten?

Taking out another hash-brown from the bag. I nearly gave him the hash-brown before I titled it back.

“Slowly.” I requested. “You can get a stomachache for eating too fast.”

A muffled a sound came from Alvar before he nodded. Slowing down on taking the hash-brown apart when I gave it to him.

In 10-15 minutes the whole bag of breakfast meals were gone with me eating some here, and there, but most had gone to Alvar.

“Can we go meet Mr. Pea, and Penguin now?” Alvar jumped on his feet. Food-filled energy rushing through his system.

“Dress yourself first.” I said, giving him the bag of clothes before making my way out of the room. “Then, we can go meet them.”

“YESSSS!”

In two minutes flat, Alvar rushed out of his room dressed in new jeans, shirt, jacket, and shoes. Looking a lot less than an homeless boy that he did look like.

“Let’s go!” He shouted, waving for me to follow him. Taking off again, and out the door with me follow shortly behind.

“Thank you for the food, and clothes!” Alvar thanked, jumping around on his feet as he lead the way.

“No problem, little man.” I said, keeping a close eye on his jittery form while we walked down the sidewalk, then onto a dirt trail.

The little man was so energized that he started talking about the stuff we could do, like go rollerblading, ice-skating, even cooking together. Nearly tripping over every rock, and stick on the way.

“Then we could go get so ice cream, then go to the movies, then- oh! We are here!” Alvar rambled, and stopped.

The spot was an open area of a forest with temperate trees surrounding the opening with a stream running somewhere close by the sound of it.

“Mr. Pea! Penguin! Are you here?!” Alvar called loudly. Surprising my little soul out of me at his sudden yelling.

Slowly taking a seat on a near by fallen log. I watched as Alvar ran around calling out these ridiculous names. My hand coming down between my jacket to my stomach, trying to soothe the fiery pain that sprouted there.

“Mr. Pea! Penguin?” Alvar tone turned confused. His head looking back to me. Then his eyes lit up. “Penguin!”

Confused, I turned around and met face-to-face with the white helmet of a Raven Gaurd. Behind him a taller Salamander. This sight taking an bigger chunk of my soul right outta me.

This was the “Penguin” and “Mr. Pea” I was supposed to remember?

#space marine husbandry sentience #space marine #warhammer 40k #short story?#fanfic #x reader #?#reader insert #salamander #wh40k #raven guard

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The love of the Primarchs for their lover (Part 3)

Oh here we go again

Sanguinius. His love is like a beautiful, majestic sunset. It's a moment of warmth and softness, one of great beauty he can lose himself in and never get tired of.

This is because Sanguinius loves in a uniquely passionate way that's rarely seen (or even desired). His soft, sensitive manner draws him to his lover and his lover alone. He enjoys every aspect of being around them and can't bring himself to be anything but completely gentle. His love is one of passion and intimacy.

When he's with his lover, Sanguinius doesn't feel the weight of the Imperium or the burden of existence. In their embrace, he can forget about the war with the forces of Chaos... and just be.

He enjoys being around his lover not only because of his feelings for them, but because of the way he feels in their presence. Their mere existence is calming, and he always wishes they were there with him at moments where he's feeling unsure or insecure. Having them with him means everything to Sanguinius because they give him the strength and encouragement he needs in order to live up to who he is.

So, Sanguinius' love for his lover is one of gentle intimacy. He's quite passionate in his expressions of love... but only for them. He's a bit reserved when it comes to everyone else but in their presence, he's able to let down his walls and express all of his pent-up passion and love.

And his lover loves him for it. They enjoy how he expresses so many emotions in their presence, and they feel the utmost affection and desire for him. To them, Sanguinius is the perfect man... and they want nothing more than to shower themselves in his devotion.

Angron. His love is like a raging inferno.

Angron is a primarch consumed by anger and pain. His love for his lover is a reflection of that and yet, it's the only thing about him that's truly pleasant. His lover is the only thing that makes him feel human and the only thing that's able to stir any kind of positive emotion in him.

So even though he's the angriest or most violent man, he still possesses a soft side for his lover. His love for them is intense and all-consuming... and he can never get enough.

He's a man who lives to fight - literally. His anger is the fuel for his soul. He lives exclusively for battle, but his lover is something worth living for as well. When they's around him, the fire inside of him seems to dim. He becomes gentle and pleasant. He becomes, well... content. And he doesn't mind being like that.

His lover is his one true light. They make him happy in ways nothing else can and he's perfectly content with relying on them for all of his happiness.

In this way, it's not much of a stretch to say that they're quite like a light at the end of a very long dark tunnel. He never feels any guilt when he acts all lovey-dovey around them, even though he's the most angry of the whole bunch.

He loves his lover dearly and he wouldn't mind staying by their side for eternity. His one and only wish is to die alongside them and he's perfectly content with that, as well.

Lion El'Jonson. His love is like a lion's roar: loud, proud, and full of power.

His is a love that's deeply passionate, but not without its restraint, it's not like him to be particularly affectionate or overly dramatic with his affections. His relationship with his lover is more like a partnership than a relationship, a mutual understanding of loyalty and devotion.

He's quite capable of great emotion and passion, but these things are expressed more through his sense of duty than they are in a romantic sense. He knows his lover is important to him, he just doesn't say it very often.

Lion's love for his lover is unique for its restraint and its seriousness. He loves like a warrior loves his cause, and while he's quite passionate about his lover, he's quite closed off to most forms of expression.

He doesn't mind, though. His lover loves him, as well and he loves his lover. He finds it amusing if others question the nature of his feelings for them, there's so much more to love than just words and actions. He loves them with his heart.

As a man of honor and loyalty, his love for his lover is one he takes with great seriousness. His loyalty to them is unmatched, his bond with them is unique.

His love for his lover is one full of adoration, passion, and respect. He adores them with every fiber of his being and respects them more than anyone else in his life. He's one to hold them in the highest regards and to see them as a source of comfort and security.

To him, his lover is like a sanctuary, in every sense of the word.

Lorgar Aurelian. His love is like a holy sermon: passionate, fervent, and with an emphasis on its sacredness.

He loves with a sense of reverence that others don't quite understand. His relationship with his lover is one of great importance, and he'd never forgive himself if he did anything to jeopardize that relationship. His lover is his most cherished possession... and his desire to protect them runs deep.

His love is expressed through acts of devotion and worship. What others may see as simple or even mundane, Lorgar sees as beautiful and sanctified.

His love for his lover is unique. Lorgar loves without reservation, without inhibition. He loves not for any material gain or benefit... not because he expects something in return. He loves simply because he wants to love.

He finds nothing in life more rewarding than expressing his love for his lover. He loves on an emotional level, but also on a fundamental level. His lover completes him; he is at his happiest and most at peace when he is with them. He loves his lover for their own sake, and he will continue loving them as long as he lives.

As one of the most intense and passionate among the primarchs, Lorgar's love for his lover burns brightly. His love for his lover is a passion that he can never let down; it is his one true love, and he would do anything in his power to protect it. He is a man motivated by his love for his lover... and he will remain that way until the day he dies.

For him, there is no greater love than the love for his lover. He loves them with all of his heart and more, and his love for them is eternal.

#wh40k #sanguinius #angron #lion el'jonson #lorgar aurelian #reader insert #primarch #Shiyorin's writer #warhammer 40k #primarch x reader #romantic stuff in 40k

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Hiiii 23!! It is so nice to see a x reader account for WH40K… they are so rare even on here >_< hmm, if you are comfortable with it, can you please do a tarik X reader (one shot or just headcannon lists), for a reader who is originally his remembrancer and later becomes his s/o? xx

Hiii!!! And haha, thanks. I was surprised and upset that such a big popular fandom has such a lack of reader inserts. LIKE C'MON!!

Ask and y'all shall receive!

TARIK TORGADDON X REMEMBRANCER!READER HEADCANONS

Honestly, when you asked Tarik if you could be his remembrancer, part of him would be pretty surprised. Sure, he was historical in his own right as a member of the Mournival, but he was Tarik. The jokester. Someone like Abaddon or Little Horus would have made sense.

Oh well, he'd still smile and accept. Not expecting what it is he signed up for even after hearing Lokin talk about meeting with Mersadie.

First off, it was different to talk about his exploits and history with you than it was to boast and joke about it with his brothers. Most of it being how he had to explain more of how things worked.

Or maybe that was because, as time passed, he enjoyed how you'd listen as if his word was Horus's or the Emperor's. He was no skilled orator, but he could do pretty alright if he said so himself

Of course, most of these visits turned less of him talking of his history and you recording it into you both just.. talking. Tarik feeling human instead of Astartes. He would begin to look forward to when he had some time in-between everything to sit down and relax.

Tarik would deny his feelings for you at first though, and by deny I mean he wouldn't even realize it. He'd even give you little gifts, find himself going to the remembrancer's part of the ship to tell you [and your friends but mostly you] a joke

You both would get inside jokes, and Emperor help anyone if you're with Tarik when he's around the other Space Marines. Both of you basically talking in code and laughing the entire time

#tarik torgaddon #tarik torgaddon x reader #reader insert #x reader #2lim3rz chats to 1787537593 #2lim3rz writes #headcanons

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lousidity · 7 years

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Hey! Listen! I'm doing EMERGENCY COMISSIONS! Dirt cheap! Get 'em while they're hot! If you're as broke as I am right now, or not interested in my wares, please reblog this post to signal boost it. WHO: Mikalhvi (that's me) is making an offer to you! Yes, YOU, dear reader! WHAT: Art! Quick little doodles and sketches, in your choice of a single color lineart on white paper, or in radiant, color pencil colors for only a dollar extra! WHERE: Right here on Tumblr dot com! I'll take payment through PayPal though. WHY: Because even though I'm working a full-time job, I'm struggling to keep financially afloat. Right now, my bank account is pretty badly overdrawn, and I'm hoping I can get some commissions done and fix that. If this goes well enough, I might just keep it going for a while. HOW: I will get your request first, and draw on paper with a pencil. Once the line art is complete, I'll send you a sample image and an invoice for payment. Once your payment is accepted I'll ink the lines in your choice of color or color the image if applicable, and then send you the finished product as a digital image. WHEN: Ideally, processing time from request to completion will be the same day, unless I get a lot of comissions all at once. WHAT I WILL DRAW: ▪ You ▪ Your OC/Fan character ▪ Your favorite character from (insert fandom here) ▪ My best attempt at your favorite novel/book character ▪ Your D&D/Pathfinder/WH40K/'tabletop rpg not already mentioned' character ▪ Real people ▪ Anime/manga/videogame/comic book characters ▪ Celebrities ▪ YouTubers ▪ Animals (real, extinct, or imaginary) ▪ Webcomic characters ▪ Anthro/Furry characters ▪ Monsters/Robots Please make sure to include a reference image or detailed description of what you want drawn. This prevents confusion on who or what you want me to draw. "Google it" is NOT a reference. WHAT I WILL NOT DRAW: ▪ Nudity/exposed genitals/sexual acts ▪ An entire full-length comic strip (if you want that, it will be more than 5 bucks and take longer than a day) ▪ Memes or emoji ▪ Excessive violence or gore ▪ Anything that expresses bigotry/biased attitudes against any age, race, sex, gender, religion, medical condition, body type, mental or physical ability status, or protected status not listed above. PRICING - - - All amounts are in United States Dollars (USD) Simple/chibi scene - line art: $1.00 Simple/chibi scene - color: $2.00 Detailed/multiple chibi scene - line art: $2.00 Detailed/multiple chibi scene - color: $3.00 Character bust/portrait - line art: $3.00 Character bust/portrait - color: $4.00 Character waist-up - line art: $4.00 Character waist-up - color: $5.00 Character full body: $5.00 (line art only) I will need a valid email address to send your commission to, unless you'd rather I just post it on Tumblr. Thanks for reading!

#art commissions #dirt cheap #cheap art #cheap comissions #emergency comissions #please help #art #pen and paper #colored pencil #sketch

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fics-for-the-fic-gods · 7 years

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New and updated fanfic in the week of 2017-Jun-10 to Jun-16

This week we saw twenty-one new fics, ten new one-shot fics, four revived fics, and seventy-one updated fics.

We also saw two new quests, and seven updated quests.

Fanfic updates for Jun 10th to Jun 16th

Shoutouts!

To Swords and Supes for having the biggest revival. It's last update was in 2015!

To Harbin for having the most entries this week (five)!

Most active fics!

Completely Unoriginal :: There Are No Bad Premises, Only Bad Executions (284 boops)

Taylor Varga (265 boops)

Reincarnation of an Angel (223 boops)

Ring-Maker (209 boops)

Formerly Known as Aquilla (201 boops)

Worm Respun: A Peggy Sue Story (180 boops)

Like a Worm from a Bird (142 boops)

All Things Devoured (142 boops)

Emissary - A Deputy Recursive Crossover (142 boops)

Deputy Commander (139 boops)

Notes and FAQ

"What's a boop?" It means the fic saw some amount of activity during one of my software's scan periods. Currently this is seven and half minutes. So one could say that the Taylor Varga thread was continuously active for one day, three hours and fifty-two minutes this week. Whew, that's a lot!

"But that one has too many boops! It couldn't have been that active!" Well, keep in mind, these numbers are aggregated across all of the sources I scan: SB, SV, QQ, AO3 and FFNET.

"But they have too few boops! I know it was more active than that!" Hah, well, mostly my software scans ever seven and half minutes. Except it's still running on my laptop, so not when I'm commuting or a handful of other occasions.

New to the fandom? "Quests" are little interactive games between the author and the readers where the readers vote on how the story progresses. While they're probably best enjoyed by participating they can often be solid stories unto themselves.

Relatedly, "CYOA"s are little guides to setting, theme and character creation often used by folks writing SIs.

The word counts and chapter counts often (usually) include omake, so keep that in mind.

Days in the range are inclusive, so ALL of each day. Start and end of days are in UTC. So if you're posting on Friday evenings in the US you'll be in the next week's listing.

I might have missed you, especially if your fic was new or returning from a long hiatus. I mean, I really hope not? But possibly! My methods aren't perfect. If I did, please let me know and I'll make sure you get picked up in the future!

I pick up oneshots from personal oneshot/snippet threads, but not from the global one. (No threadmarks!) So if you want your oneshots included, start up your own personal thread to archive them.

I do an early draft of this over on the Cauldron Discord on Thursday evenings or Friday mornings (PDT). If you want to help out, joining and providing feedback then would be awesome!

Technical blather

Starting this week I've been using mostly automatic software to scan for new and updated fics. In previous weeks I watched updates by eye and ran them by hand. This week I had the machine do it.

There's an RSS feed, if you're inclined that way.

If you're technically inclined, you can find the source for the generator over on github. I'm afraid the source is kinda garbage though. You can also find the giiiagantic JSON file I use as source material.

Previous weeks:

Jun 3rd - June 9th

Concise list of updated fics:

For a more complete (and dare I say pretty) version visit the main page: Fanfic updates for Jun 10th to Jun 16th

New Fics

All I Desire by Momo added 4 chapters, 6.1k words

All-Father by Rhaegar added 3 chapters, 1.9k words

The Best Intentions by BlueNine added 1 chapter, 3.8k words

Between the Devil and the Deep by S0ngD0g13 added 6 chapters, 4.4k words

The Book of Worms by RavensDagger added 1 chapter, 924 words

Delta by Lapis Dust added 1 chapter, 4k words

Equestrian by billymorph added 3 chapters, 2.6k words

Full Contact Magic by Tekomandor added 1 chapter, 1.7k words

A Hero and His Witch by TheBlackLight added 3 chapters, 5.8k words

An Infamous Hero by The One Who Lost added 2 chapters, 1.6k words

Many, Many Reasons Why The Endar Spire Is A Terrible Place To Work by LightsaberDalek added 1 chapter, 624 words

Mega Girl Comes to Brockton Bay by unreliable aerator added 4 chapters, 8.4k words

Micromanagement: Or, Taylor and the Long Walk by somnolentSlumber added 1 chapter, 5.6k words

Tarantula and Triumph by Rukaio Alter added 1 chapter, 2.6k words

Who ya Gonna Call? by Rukaio Alter added 2 chapters, 5.4k words

Fear by Ryuugi added 1 chapter, 2.3k words

Sea Spider by B_Ray452 added 2 chapters, 997 words

The Sharpest of Knives by Deus_Ex_Transhuman added 6 chapters, 20k words

SKYLINE by Fellgrave added 2 chapters, 3.4k words

Vending by Knightowl2425 added 1 chapter, 313 words

We, SIs by Multi Author added 9 chapters, 8.9k words

New Quests

Audacity; Damsel's Quest of Distress by frustratedFreeboota added 3 chapters, 5k words

Balance by WastingPixies added 3 chapters, 304 words

One-shot Fics

Escalation by Disaster Dominoes added 1 chapter, 577 words

Devil's Due - Devil’s Due (2) by Harbin added 1 chapter, 1k words

Distraction by Harbin added 2 chapters, 2.3k words

Gods and Heroes by Harbin added 1 chapter, 1.3k words

Hello, Megan by Harbin added 1 chapter, 615 words

Slaughter House by Harbin added 1 chapter, 550 words

I'm Sorry by NaGeL added 1 chapter, 628 words

Menagerie by PseudoSim added 1 chapter, 1.9k words

Cest La Vie - C'est La Vie (Worm/MTG/Jurassic World) #01.2 by PseudoSim added 2 chapters, 2.6k words

Pretty by tearlessNevermore added 1 chapter, 767 words

Revived Fics (last update was ≥ 3 months ago)

Deal With a Deadman - Opening Act 2.1 by StitchLips added 1 chapter, 1.2k words

Fling a Light - The Death of Great American Cities 2.04 by UltraRedSpectrum added 1 chapter, 3.4k words

Gadget - Chapter 9,3 by Rhydeble added 1 chapter, 5.7k words

Swords & Supes - Chapter 16 by BirdLawyer added 1 chapter, 1.7k words

Updated Fics

Armsy the high school student - Part 11 by freebiewitz added 2 chapters, 3.1k words

Auld Lang Syne - Chapter 17 by TheOrange added 1 chapter, 2.5k words

A Bad Name - Chapter Twenty-Six by Potato Nose added 1 chapter, 2.7k words

Bah, Humbug! - 1.6: The Meaning of Christmas by Historian added 1 chapter, 2.5k words

Acid - 50-57 "Yara" by BeaconHill added 2 chapters, 4k words

Brockton Isles - 1.4 by Raquz added 1 chapter, 1.7k words

City Midnight - Golden Morning 1.5 by Pangolin added 1 chapter, 3.4k words

A Cloudy Path - Warrior Interlude 24-1 by LacksCreativity added 1 chapter, 7.1k words

CMDR Taylor Hebert - Ch 6: Things Going in Assorted Circles by Guardian54 added 1 chapter, 3k words

CMDR Taylor Hebert (Revised) - Ch 6: Things Going in Assorted Circles by Guardian54 added 1 chapter, 3k words

Completely Unoriginal :: There Are No Bad Premises, Only Bad Executions - Day 18.46 : Insights by themanwhowas added 6 chapters, 7.4k words

Covenant - Neonate 10.3 by The Laurent added 1 chapter, 5.9k words

Divided - Part 58 by Para_Docks added 1 chapter, 3.1k words

A Dovahkiin without Dragon Souls to spend. - Main Quest line 3.2 by freebiewitz added 2 chapters, 4.7k words

El-Ahrairah - Power 6.3 by Anderein added 3 chapters, 19k words

Elevation From Meatshield - Ousted 1.02 by Seij added 1 chapter, 2.9k words

Emissary - Funny Bits With Sithking! by Noelemahc added 5 chapters, 9.5k words

An Essence of Silver and Steel - Overture 1.3 by James D. Fawkes added 5 chapters, 6.8k words

Exodus - 2.2 by Zaru added 1 chapter, 2.8k words

Final Fantasy Worm EXVIUS - Updated Character Sheets (1) by dingbat779 added 3 chapters, 23k words

A Game of Chance - Chapter 6 by Jevran added 7 chapters, 12k words

Glowworm - Chapter 23: Lights Out! by redshirt added 1 chapter, 2.4k words

A Hell of a Time - Chapter 21 by Rater202 added 1 chapter, 647 words

Here Comes the Sun - Chapter 1: Battle Cry by AncientPhoenix added 1 chapter, 1.5k words

Honiahaka: Little Wolf - Chapter Five by StAnonymous added 1 chapter, 2.2k words

The Interviews. - The Interviews 3.4 by deadblue added 1 chapter, 600 words

Intrepid - 16-02 - Emma by Cerulean added 1 chapter, 3.6k words

Judiciary Misadventures - Realis' Multiversal Mayhem by Spades163 added 1 chapter, 4.3k words

Learning to be Human - Travelling None - 9.x (Sam) by Crimson Square added 1 chapter, 1.5k words

The Little Ship that Could - Cape Taylor: Assault on Coil – Part Two – Section One by JGregory32 added 1 chapter, 968 words

Maincraft - The Great and Powerful Za --Oz's little brother by ScottotheUnwise added 2 chapters, 8.4k words

Making Waves - Origin 1.5 by YunYunHakusho added 1 chapter, 6.6k words

The Masks We Wear - Interlude 2 by BarelyPresent added 1 chapter, 2.4k words

Mortality - 9: Tattletale by frommerman added 1 chapter, 4.4k words

Nice Guy's Amazing Adventures with those chaps he met from the Slaughterhouse - Screamer's troubling time with all the King's Men by frustratedFreeboota added 2 chapters, 2.1k words

A Prison of Glass - Chapter 19 by McSwazey added 1 chapter, 2.1k words

Psi - Awake 2.1 by turtles_1998 added 1 chapter, 1.9k words

Puella Magica Nicola - 3.6 by Momo added 6 chapters, 14k words

Queen of Monsters (2017) - Chapter 7.5: Many Things Lie Forgotten in the Dark by Here There Be Dragons added 2 chapters, 1.5k words

A Ritual Awry - 07 - A Grand Day Out by Svenity added 1 chapter, 3.4k words

Scholar of the Worm - Smoulder 9.4 by Reytac added 1 chapter, 2.6k words

The Seas and Skies - Spotting 11: Infamy by S0ngD0g13 added 2 chapters, 1.7k words

Setanta - Hephaestus 11.5 by Ritic added 1 chapter, 3.3k words

A Shard of Chrysalis - Emergence 1.6 by Jaesten added 4 chapters, 5.9k words

Sign on the Dotted Line - Interlude Earth by Yama951 added 1 chapter, 2.2k words

Sisyphus - Chapter 2 by Third added 1 chapter, 2.7k words

Skitter Studies - Heist 5.2 by The Laurent added 1 chapter, 8k words

Sleep with the Lights On - Interleuclid - Taylor's Brain by IAmARobot added 2 chapters, 3.1k words

The Slippery Slope - Part Eighteen: Try, Try Again by ack added 1 chapter, 8.4k words

Split - Discourse 7.4 by The Laurent added 1 chapter, 9.2k words

A State Of Mind - 1.A by RarelySleeping added 1 chapter, 2.9k words

The Steve's Battery Cage - Cogito Ergo Lung 1.11 by The Steve added 2 chapters, 6.7k words

Stranger than Brockton - Intermission 6.1 by Victorian_Irish added 1 chapter, 9k words

A Subtle Knife - Scabbard 12.4 by industrious added 1 chapter, 1.8k words

Sweet Dreams - Black Dawn Part 3 by undead frog added 1 chapter, 827 words

Sync - Episode 6 by Golden_ added 2 chapters, 2.4k words

Synchronization - Episode 6 by Golden_ added 2 chapters, 2.4k words

Systematic - Formulation 1.6 by ajf115 added 1 chapter, 1.3k words

Taylor Varga - Battleplans and Revelations by mp3.1415player added 1 chapter, 6.4k words

Tearing the Aeons - Chapter 4 by dwood15 added 7 chapters, 6.5k words

Teenagers Suck - Chapter 17 Part 7 by Mizuki_Stone added 2 chapters, 1.2k words

To Paint, I must See - 1.4 by KindaApatheticButNice added 1 chapter, 3k words

Transposition, or: Ship Happens - Behind The Scenes by sandmanwake by ensou added 3 chapters, 3.8k words

Traversing Paths - Dive to the (Broken) Heart by dingbat779 added 4 chapters, 9.9k words

Undaunted - Chapter 3: A New Wave Matter by Tim811 added 2 chapters, 5.2k words

Viper's Bite - Interlude: Sophia by TheRealChuckNorris added 1 chapter, 272 words

When your Mother is the Simurgh... - 2.4 by CrunchySharpie added 1 chapter, 6.4k words

With a Little Courage - Rebirth 1.3 by Nitramy added 1 chapter, 561 words

A World of Heroes - We're off to see the Doctor by Lunaryon added 8 chapters, 7.5k words

You Needed Opponents With Gravitas - Interlude 2.m by Noobsauce added 1 chapter, 3.7k words

Ziz - 007 by TCurator added 1 chapter, 2.8k words

Updated Quests

The Buzzing - Initiate geomantic protocols by Wolfund added 2 chapters, 5.1k words

Mage Quest - 2.7 by Yuki no Yue added 3 chapters, 2.5k words

Magical Girl Escalation Taylor - Maskless 6.14 by Silently Watches added 3 chapters, 5.6k words

Reincarnation of an Angel - Character Creation - 1.3 by Crimson Square added 13 chapters, 15k words

Superhuman City Lord - Turn 3 by Unstorpable added 2 chapters, 2.7k words

To Reign in Heaven - 68. The Pirate Queen of Heaven V by cyrileom added 1 chapter, 2.4k words

Voracity - Ynys Afallon 4c by Lyova added 1 chapter, 3.8k words

#worm #fanfic #new and updated

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aerkame · 3 months

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Warhammer 40k Fic ideas

I think we can all agree that Warhammer 40k has an insane amount of lore and it's hard to pick just one topic. So, I decided to just make a poll and ask from a list of topics that you guys would want to see written in as a fanfiction.

Now, there is a full fanfiction I plan on writing already based on a one shot fic I already wrote, but aside form that, I am not sure what other topics to get into.

For my usual readers, yes, I am still writing that finfolk fanfiction and Alive AU

Some of these are reader inserts for a reason (or at least, I just don't know how I could write an x reader for it) for the sake of staying in character or maintaining their image. The Emperor *cough cough*-

I love the custodes in case you could not tell. :]

#warhammer 40k #emperor of mankind #wh40k reader insert #wh40k #space marines #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #wh40kcrack #fanfiction #adeptus custodes #adeptus astartes #aeldari

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shiyorin · 1 year

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The love of the Primarchs for their lover (Part 2)

I realized that I really enjoy writing love stories about Primarchs :v

Fulgrim. His love is like the finest of wines.

Not in an "I'm better than you" sense, but a "I'm more refined and sophisticated than you" sense. His love is always of the utmost in beauty and allure... and it requires a certain kind of individual to fully appreciate it.

And that individual is always his lover. The perfect being to appreciate his beauty—and to return it tenfold. It's a love that's more delicate and tender than it is passionate and intense... a love that's always refined, but never cold.

Fulgrim is a man of beauty and style: he's graceful, elegant, and seductive all in one.

His love is reflective of that… and his lover plays a crucial role in his love for beauty.

He is in awe, and utterly charmed by their presence. He's been known to describe them as "the finest beauty in the universe" and other hyperbolic compliments. He's a man of passion, yes but he's also a man of intense aesthetic appreciation. And that appreciation is always most evident through the lenses of his love for his lover.

His love for his lover is unique in that it's very... intense and passionate. He's very much a romantic, and this is a very much a passionate, overwhelming love. He loves with an intensity that borders on excessive, and it's a love that's almost all-consuming in its desire. His lover is everything to him, and he would do anything, anything at all, to make sure they're happy.

He loves like the world is about to end, and his lover is his salvation. And he's perfectly content with that.

Jaghatai Khan. His love is more subdued than the other primarchs. It's not as intense or passionate, but it's there nonetheless. The Khan loves his lover dearly, and he's usually pretty good about keeping it to himself. That said, sometimes his love for them is a little harder to contain, and you can often catch him glancing at them with a soft expression on his face.

This is always a pleasant surprise, and his lover is always quick to appreciate his affections. They make him feel more at ease and loved.

And so, they have a good relationship. They love each other; they're affectionate without being overbearing; they have a very physical relationship but respect each other's boundaries. They're simply comfortable with being around one another.

And this is perfect for The Khan. He isn't looking for a lover to smother him or one that he can smother, he just wants someone to be with. Someone who can accept him as he is without making demands. And that's what he has with his lover.

The Khan's love is, like I said, a very balanced one. He and his lover are in a sort of happy middle ground between over-affectionate madness and distant stoicism. It's a comfortable dynamic that the two of them are quite happy to have.

They both adore the other, but the other doesn't have to be around for the other to be happy. Their love and respect for each other is strong, but it's not suffocating or excessive or even possessive in any way. Because The Khan and his lover have a bond that's based on more than just passion and desire.

Leman Russ. His love is much more primal and animalistic. He's quite possessive, but he has no problem showing his affection either, and his love is reflected in the raw emotion he puts into everything he does. He's incredibly passionate and devoted to his lover, and they love every minute of it, even when his passion occasionally manifests itself as anger or aggression.

The fact that his lover is so receptive to his outbursts makes him want to love them more. He'll do anything to help them, and will fight like a wild animal to keep them.

Russ will shower his lover with the love and affection they deserve, and he'll protect them from anyone who tries to take them away from him. He's intensely possessive of them and will do anything to keep them safe. He's never afraid of how he might come across to others in this regard. He is the wolf, and his lover is his one true mate.

Russ' love is intense and possessive, but it's also sweet and protective. He'll do anything to keep his lover close to him, despite any risks or consequences that might entail. He's a hurricane, and his lover is in the center of the storm.

Roboute Guilliman. His love is more like a constant and steady light. He is a man who believes in stability and structure in his life, and his lover is the one who provides that light for him. They're the one who brings order, harmony, and peace into his chaotic life; They're the one he can rely on when everything around him is crumbling apart.

So he's more than happy to take things more slowly with his lover. He enjoys the consistency of their relationship and is able to maintain just as much consistency in his actions and affections.

Ah, but here's the catch: they may be his lover and his one source of stability... but they are in no way the most important thing to him. That distinction goes to the Imperium and his role in preserving it. If he ever has to choose between them... he'll choose the Imperium every time. His priority is always going to be the Imperium, while his lover and the relationship he has with them will never come first.

So, if this is something that's of concern for them, they're going to have to learn how to be comfortable with coming in second to the Imperium.

That said, if they're content to play second fiddle, they'll be treated with much care and affection by Guilliman. He'll bring about a sense of order and discipline into their relationship if it ever begins to lose its stability. And, because he's so devoted to the Imperium, he'll expect them to be equally devoted to the relationship between them... to give themself wholeheartedly to their bond.

And when they're together, he feels his most confident. Nothing can ever go wrong or make him feel weak if he has them at his side. they are his strength.

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The love of the Primarchs for their lover (Part 1)

I have to admit I was only going to write this because I lost my bet but i like it more and more. I still don't think I'll write love stories about primarch one day.

Rogal Dorn. His love is like a mighty and impregnable fortification. He loves you as he loves his duty and his duty is always held in high regard. You come second to only his responsibilities and duty to the Imperium, but he doesn't care... he's happy to have you at his side and he won't stop loving you.

To him, your and him love is akin to a bastion of strength and reliability he can always turn to whenever he needs it. And when he's around you, the outside world seems to recede away into the background and he just feels at peace.

He loves and admires you deeply, and he wants you to love him just as much in return. He longs to be adored by you and held in high regard for all the things he's done for humanity and for you.

That said, Dorn may be more receptive to praise and expressions of love behind closed doors. When he and you are in the privacy of his own home, he lets his guards down quite a bit and he's much more affectionate with you.

When he and you're together, Dorn feels secure and content in their presence. He enjoys the relationship between you and him and treasures every moment he has with you. Because of your influence, he's more tolerant of affection and praise though, he never been the kind to throw compliments around or be overly physical with his affections.

After a long campaign, after long hours and days of leading troops into battle. There's only one thing Dorn wants to do: go home.

Of course, he'll never be particularly effusive or outgoing in his affections. But, in his alone time, he's more comfortable with showing that soft side of himself. This helps him unwind and relax, which is a necessity when he's in the midst of a long, tiring campaign.

And when he's back at home with his lover, he relishes the peace and tranquility. And he can't help but smile as he takes in the beauty of the things around you. He takes in the peace of the home and just like that, his worries and concerns over the campaign are washed away and he can relax. His one and only love is his lover and he's perfectly content with that.

Magnus. His love is more like his love of knowledge. He is a man consumed by his studies and yet, he finds in his lover a unique kind of warmth he can't find anywhere else.

So he's quite possessive of your relationship as he is with his studies and knowledge. To him, you are his greatest possessions and he never wants to lose you. And thus, he is equally as protective of you and willing to go to any lengths to ensure that you're never taken away from him.

The reason Magnus' love is more like his love of knowledge is because he has a unique view on love he loves a certain way because he sees it as a way to grow and develop his mind and intellect. He doesn't feel the way he does because of his emotions, but rather because he sees love as a sort of science he wants to study further.

This is why he's one of the harder ones to please or impress. He's one of the more cerebral primarchs, and sees everything from an objective perspective. His love is more about growth and development than it is about feelings and passion.

That said, Magnus is still a person, and he's not above being romantic or poetic. He's fully aware that love is more than just about what's objectively true, and knows deep down that his lover deserves the same kind of passion and care he gives to everything. So yes he likes to spoil you.

But, unlike most other, he's much more methodical in the way he showers his love. For him, his relationship isn't about doing things in moments of passion, but about creating lasting memories by carefully-planned and -executed acts of romance.

It's no surprise that, for Magnus, love is less of a grand, overwhelming force and more of an experience.

He's a calm and collected man who likes to plan his every move ahead of time. So instead of letting himself get carried away on some kind of wild, emotionally charged bender he carefully plans out acts of romantic affection with you. This results in him taking a very slow and methodical approach to love - but his approach isn't one without its own kind of charm, is it?

Vulkan. His love is much like his own personality: friendly, warm, and kind. Vulkan treats you with the utmost care and attention, and is deeply committed to your wellbeing. He loves you without reservation, and will do anything to ensure that you are happy and healthy.

This is a refreshing change from Vulkan's normal behavior. He is able to keep his love and affection under control. This makes him much easier to work with and much more pleasant to be around.

As such, Vulkan's relationship with you is quite pleasant. He's a kind and gentle soul in their presence and is happy to do whatever he can to make them happy. Your relationship is a warm and comforting one — one of the few beacons of light in this dark universe.

There aren many bright spots for Vulkan, so having a lover like this is a welcome rarity. Your relationship is quite healthy and stable, and Vulkan is glad to have you in his life. He'll do everything he can to keep it that way.

He can be found on the sofa with you in his arms, their legs intertwined as one. Vulkan's arm is wrapped around your waist in a loving hold while his other arm gently caresses the back of their head. He's lost in your eyes, his gaze fixed on theirs with a rapturous attention that leaves little time for anything else. His hands clench you to him as he savors this moment.

Yes. Vulkan is truly in a state of bliss. You have made him happy, and he couldn't be more pleased.

Mortarion. His love is, perhaps, the most complex of the primarchs. At first, he is quite stoic and reserved. In fact, he may not seem like he has any love for you at all. He simply accepts your presence and tries to deal with it as best he can.

However, it isn't long before he's revealing his affection for them just in his own special way. Mortarion isn't the most emotional person, but he is deeply fond of you and is willing to show this in the only way he knows how.

Instead of saying 'I love you' or doing things like kissing or hugging you, Mortarion will just stare. In an almost inhuman way, he silently adores you no matter what you're doing or where you are. He will watch you for hours and hours, and each time he does, his face will light up in a quiet, but heartfelt smile. This is his unique way of expressing his love for you and it's more than enough for him to show how much you mean to him.

His love is a simple one. A quiet kind of devotion that doesn't require much in the way of outward displays or grand gestures. Rather than being loud in his affections, Mortarion is able to calmly watch you without being too overbearing or smothering.

He's just happy in your presence, just happy to be your... and yet, at the same time, he's quite possessive. If anyone gets near you, he gets very defensive and protective of you. Just don't touch his lover when he's around, it won't end well. He'll ensure that.

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