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[Fanfiction] Shower shenanigans

Perturabo and Magnus happen to be in the communal showers at the same time. Both are thirsty for each other, but at least Perturabo tries to behave properly and limit himself to looking without touching. Magnus wants more.

(This is a followup to my previous post)

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Perturabo broke his personal record time for going from sealed inside the Logos to completely naked. As he finally entered the large shower room, he hoped nobody had noticed how he had hurried to get there.

A legionary of the Thousand Sons happened to look up as the towering form of the Iron Warrior's Primarch appeared in the doorway. Perturabo glared at him, and the Astartes quickly looked down, nervously averting his eyes.

How undisciplined.

Perturabo scanned the room. His own sons were all diligently keeping their heads down, no chance of them meeting his gaze. They did not even talk to each other, they just showered quickly and immediately left once they were done. They were well-trained, he noted with a measure of satisfaction.

Magnus was still there, apparently taking a long time to wash his hair.

Perturabo walked closer and felt the usual pang of jealousy at seeing Magnus' impossibly well-defined muscles. Sure, he had muscles of his own that were at least equally as big, but they were not as clearly visible. His own sturdy build simply made him look generally large and bulky. He mused that with the lack of protecting body fat, Magnus was like the glass pyramids of Tizca – pretty but woefully unfortified.

The actual size of Magnus was hard to define since he appeared differently at different times. When several Primarchs were around, the Crimson King tended to make himself the tallest among them. But Perturabo had noticed that whenever it was only the two of them Magnus would adjust his size to make their height equal, and such had been the case for the entire duration of this campaign. Perturabo wasn't sure how to feel about this – he found it both condescending and sort of endearing at the same time.

Anyway, Perturabo was certain that if it ever came down to an honest match of arm-wrestling between them – no magic, no tricks – then he would undoubtedly win, as he possessed the most pure brute strength. His muscles were for use and not for show, as he liked to say.

Perturabo did realize that he was staring, but he felt that, after what had happened between them earlier he had a right to stare. His gaze traveled downwards and fixed on Magnus' incredibly firm-looking ass. A voice in his head urged him to walk up and slap that ass, and he gleefully imagined the surprised and indignant yelp that Magnus would surely make.

But no, he was too disciplined to give into such base impulses. Perturabo himself had written down some rather harsh punishments for any member of the Iron Warriors who behaved in an inappropriate or lewd manner, and such a thing as accosting another in the communal shower was definitely punishable.

The last thing he wanted to be was a hypocrite. He could imagine the damage it would do to his reputation and to the discipline and decorum that he had worked hard to instill in his legion. He knew that certain other legions acted like rabid animals but he would never tolerate such behavior among his own.

Suddenly Magnus seemed to notice his presence, and looked over his shoulder questioningly.

“You still have some dust in your hair,” Perturabo said, hiding his embarrassment. It was a lie, but it was perfectly plausible.

“Where?”

Perturabo vaguely pointed at a spot close to Magnus' head that should be hard for the one-eyed Primarch to see for himself.

Magnus sighed. “Can you help me rinse it out?”

That was a seemingly innocent request, but there was something in the way he said it that made it sound like a challenge.

Hearts racing, Perturabo walked up, grabbed Magnus' hair and held it under the running water. The large red mane was even heavier than expected when soaking wet. He tried parting it and threading his fingers through it, but that turned out to be almost impossible to do without pulling on the hairs.

Magnus gave a soft groan. It immediately made Perturabo pause and worry that he hadn't been gentle enough.

Magnus had closed his eye but it did not look like he was in any pain, rather, he had a calm, almost blissful look on his face. Could he be enjoying this?

They were standing very close together now. Despite lukewarm water running over them, he could feel the heat radiating from Magnus' flesh on his own stomach. He would only need to lean forward a little... No – he had been given permission to touch the hair, but he was definitely not going to touch anything else.

The whole situation was absurd. His mind was torn between denying and relishing it.

Experimentally, Perturabo dug his fingers into the hair at Magnus' neck and gripped it firmly. This caused Magnus to make a noise very much like the purring of a large feline. The bastard definitely was enjoying this.

Perturabo did not know if any of the legionaries nearby were looking at them, but he dearly hoped not. He deliberately did not look around to check.

After a couple of minutes of rinsing and manipulating the luxurious hair, Perturabo felt he could not plausibly drag out this charade any longer.

“There, now it's clean,” he mumbled and let go.

“Thank you,” Magnus said, still with his eye closed and a serene expression on his face, as if this situation wasn't weird at all.

Perturabo slowly backed away. Suddenly, someone slapped him on the ass.

“WHO DID THAT?!” he roared as he spun around, but there was no one there.

In fact, the two of them were now completely alone in the room, as if all of the Astartes had fled the showers at some point without him noticing.

Magnus chuckled.

Confused, Perturabo looked back at him and found that Magnus had turned around and was now looking at him with shameless hunger.

“Did you do that?”

“Do what?” Magnus asked with a tone of exaggerated innocence.

Magnus' hands were hanging lazily at his sides but Perturabo could definitely feel the light touch of fingers caressing his cheek.

“It's... It's strictly against the rules to accost someone like that,” Perturabo stated. He worked hard to keep his voice steady.

“Oh, is that actually written down somewhere?... I can't recall reading it.”

Magnus took a step backwards until he was touching the tiled wall, as if he was bracing himself against it. His glowing eye was still fixed on Perturabo, burning with a fiery violet hue.

He was so damn beautiful that it was hard to look at him, but also impossible to look away.

Perturabo struggled to keep his composure, but continued reproaching his brother. “Those are the rules of my legion, and I thought yours was equally civilized. What kind of example are you setting for our sons?”

The invisible fingers were moving down Perturabo's neck now. He gulped.

“No one can see us,” Magnus purred, ��but if I am being inappropriate... what are you going to do about it?”

Perturabo felt two telekinetic ghost hands on his shoulders, squeezing his muscles and sliding down onto his chest.

It was too much.

Perturabo swiftly turned away and retreated to the shower in the furthest corner. The invisible hands did not follow him.

He turned the water as cold as it could go and leaned into it, his face still flushed and hot. Then he just stood there for a while, breathing deeply with his head down and his hands resting on the tiled wall, letting the chilling water run over him.

As he eventually heard the footsteps of Magnus walking away and leaving him alone, he felt a confusing mix of relief and regret.

#warhammer fanfic #magnus the red #perturabo #warhammer shipping #primarchcest #primarch smut #light smut

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bbrokenbback · 2 months ago

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Percephone Danakt, the little miss of Iron

I realised I can't reblog from communities a little to late, so this is a copy of my post there, because well I'd like to share it.

Recently I asked here am I allowed to share the story of my Calliphone and Perturabo OC daughter, and since I got a positive response, here it is! Almost embarrassingly long rant based on yet incomplete story of Percehone Danakt is under the cut. I apologize in advance that the story might sound rather complicated, especially considering that I had to skip many small yet important details for the sake of keeping this post at least somewhat a reasonable size. The fanfiction itself is my personal reflection of the problem of fathers and children, and the general subject was inspired by Turgenev’s “Fathers and sons”. Considering all of this… yeah. There’s a lot.

Percephone is a consequence child of one and only night Perturabo spent with Calliphone as his final farewell. It is mentioned in canon that they had feelings for each other, but were never brave enough to act on them, so such occurrence seemed pretty possible to me. They slept together, Perturabo left, Dammekos quickly threw his daughter into some political marriage, and that was it.

I’m adding this part when I finished retelling 100 pages fanfic below to save your time. Here are just some fun facts about Percephone.

She’s too smart for her own good, but she has no wisdom, she knows nothing about the real world. For her entire life she has been in the Tyrant’s palace, spending her time in her little workshop, constructing weird things and showing them to guests when Dammekos demanded so. She’s socially awkward in the worst way possible – she’s impolite, she says all of her thoughts out loud, her behaviour is a nightmare, but not because of malice, since she has none, but because what a mess she is.

Percephone inherited too many of Perturabo’s features. Primarch’s genes are strong, so her eyes, her nose, even her dark unmanageable curls are from him. She also has his weird charisma – she doesn’t scare people off, but she is not easy to like either.

Basically, to summarise her personality, one can imagine her being that version of Perturabo that wasn’t disappointed in everything since the beginning. She does in fact learn things, not simply remembers them, lacking the joy of discovery. She has that weird kindness that got Perturabo drawn to humans before he lost his memory. And she had only heard legends about war. She constructed some models and minis, of course, but the concept of death and especially of killing people is a mystery to her. She doesn’t realise that such things actually exists because she’s nine years old. Percephone may understand the complexity of decomposition process of human body, understand every little change that happens in cells. But she simply cannot yet comprehend that something like this can happen to her or people close to her.

She doesn’t know she’s half-primarch. She was purposefully raised to believe that she’s just an ordinary, even if very gifted, child. Dammekos made sure she doesn’t understand her abilities like Perturabo did, so she won’t cause the troubles he did.

Calliphone gave her a mechanical automaton in a cat body Perturabo made for her as a present. The cat is black, his name is Alexander, he can talk and he’s a dick.

She inherited Perturabo’s technomantic abilities, and this is the reason why Magnus is stated as a character in this story. Someone has to teach her how to control her powers before she stopped the Iron Blood’s engine in the middle of a warp transition due to her tantrum.

She’s awfully sensitive to everything, just like her father. She’s easy to cry, quick to anger and act on it. Since Perturabo is three meters tall, this fact is frightening and it’s dangerous. But Percephone is still small, she has a height of an ordinary nine-year-old. She doesn’t look scary when she’s angry, even if it may be just as disastrous.

Percephone definitely prefers Forrix over Perturabo, and it pisses the latter off.

She’s also not scared of the Primarch. She talks back to him, she can hit him with her tiny hands and calls him a drama queen. Perturabo’s in shock.

The story at once!

Except it wasn’t that easy. Calliphone gave birth a little less than seven months after that night, which seemed strange to public, since the tyrant’s daughter remained an important figure in Olympian politics. A child of a Primarch in my headcanon is expected to develop quicker than a normal human embryo, but the dates took all the suspicions off Perturabo due to the lack of knowledge on the subject. You can read a complete explanation on the whole half-primarch development/pregnancy here: https://www.tumblr.com/bbrokenbback/758213969513267200/children-of-the-primarchs?source=share (it’s yet another large posts made by me, lol)

So, long story short, basically no one knows that Percephone is in fact Perturabo’s biological child, except for the Dammekos family. It is obvious to both Calliphone, to her soft-hearted husband and to Dammekos himself. They keep this information a highly guarded secret, so Percephone basically grows up isolated, mostly left to herself. “Grows like grass” as they say, with all supervision and control attempts failing miserably, because you can’t restrict a child with an intelligence of a Primarch and a character of, well, a child. Calliphone is too busy dealing with pregnancy complications, Dammekos resents the little one because she is too much like Perturabo (and he thinks he failed in raising him, because he got away), and there’s only one person who actually cares about her, and it’s her gouvernante, Agnes. But Perturabo fires her in a fit of rages.

The story begins when Percephone is already nine years old. She still looks like an ordinary child and, since she was never allowed to train and find out the limits of her physique, she considers herself to be just a gifted kid. She still has the intelligence of a Primarch and a personality of a kid. And to set up a little more about her, lets add her appearance. The first picture is the reference I asked @coolesttatarka25 to use when she made arts for me, and the rest is the commissions I bought from her and some gifts she made for me, since we’re besties (check her out, she’s really cool and broke, she needs you:D).

What a cutie, isn’t she?

Back to the story. Perturabo arrives at Olympia in a hurry, since Calliphone, feeling her own death coming, sent him a message, where she finally uncovered the fact that he has a daughter. As a proof that Percephone is indeed half-primarch, she sends a few pictures, tells a few stories about what she had done during her short life and also gives Perturabo a book she wrote on a subject of theory of functions of a complex variable (it’s from advanced math and is usually studied in college).

Perturabo’s not happy with the whole ordeal. He doesn’t find the idea of being an actual dad to someone of taking Percephone with him to a Crusade, since, well, war is not a school and it would be more reasonable to send the girl to Mars, if she’s so smart. But Calliphone objects it, trying to explain that it’s basically dangerous to keep her in the palace for longer, because, when Calliphone dies, there will be no one to protect her, and Dammekos will make her into another court jester, just as he did to Perturabo.

The Primarch tries his best to think of a better solution than to meet his daughter and, especially, take her with him. He comes to a realization that he doesn’t want war to ruin her as it did him, and it makes him pissed, so he becomes enraged when Calliphone brings him a paternity certificate to finally make him believe her and asks him to think a little more, and lashes out on his late love. Calliphone, with her body being ruined during the pregnancy and childbirth, couldn’t take the Primarhc’s rage as she used to, and gets a heart attack. It was impossible to reanimate her.

After that Perturabo meets Percephone for the first time during Calliphone’s funeral. He makes a decision to take her with him, and doesn’t make any effort to explain the situation.

In general, from the very beginning their relationship is not the best. Percephone is a mouthy, a little spoiled kid, who believes that she’s immortal (which is basically true, considering her nature). She’s smart, very smart, almost in a frightening way, but Perturabo doesn’t buy any of it.

He scolds her for the first time they talk properly, scares her to death, and then just hands her over to Forrix. But before that one interesting thing had happened.

You see, in canon Perturabo’s described as one of the Primarchs who have psychic abilities. But his gift is a little strange from what I could gather and combine in a headcanon: he can only see warp, he’s unable to interact with it anyhow. He can read people’s personalities but is unable to make them like him. He can see the Eye of Terror but cannot do anything about it. Taking his engineering talents into consideration, especially the fact that he made a mechanism that allows people to navigate through warp without the navigators (the Antikythera he shuttered to teach Magnus a lesson), we can say, that he has a gift of technomancy as well, but, due to its weakness, no one including him realises it.

Back to the Peach (this is a nickname I gave Percephone and it’s justified in the fanfic, since it’s in Russian, here’s the transcription to try to explain it: Per-tse-fo-na – Per-sik(Russian for ‘peach’). She, as well as Perturabo, can see the Eye of Terror and read people, although her technomancy is much stronger (although she doesn’t realise it at all). She cannot properly control her powers due to the lack of knowledge, and it has its own complications, one of which is illustrated in the story after Perturabo scolded her and made her cry.

Percephone tries to hide on the ship, and the best place to hide in a child’s opinion is somewhere dark. The strong emotions she feels after meeting a creature that has the same effect on people she does conclude in the Iron Blood (the Iron Warriors’ flagship) to be completely shut down for the time period Percephone needs to cool off. And no one understands why, Percephone herself doesn’t even notice it.

Perturabo is freaked out, but he knows that they cannot delay their department any longer. He’s already behind the schedule because of his trip to the homeworld, he cannot allow it. So the legion departs from the system of Skagan as soon as the ship is back to normal, and the four month trip through warp begins.

Perturabo is tired and annoyed after everything, and he needs some time to process what changes are going to be brought into his life with a half-primarch present in it. Since it’s easier for him to think in solitude, he hands Percephone to his most trusted son – his first captain Kydomor Forrix.

Forrix, being the only responsible adult in the legion, and, as my mutual @ladymirdan said, is the proud bearer of the only braincell of Iron Warriors, including Perturabo, tries his best to have this task done. It’s just a child, he tells himself, just a little girl, he can handle it, right?

Wrong. Percephone is a running nail, as soon as she senses that the captain cannot really object her in anything, she lets herself go. Let us once again make a little repeal to explain it.

It is well-known that the Primarchs have strong effect on mortals. Humans piss themselves, cry, laugh uncontrollably and some cannot even speak properly in their presence. And they have it since the very beginning of their lives. So, it’s only natural for Percephone to have some of that biological charisma.

There lies one interesting detail. Perturabo, being almost 90 years old in the fanfic, has trained himself so his charisma is only used in the frightening way. His sons are scared of him, they respect him out of fear, but they do not love him as a father. In Perturabo’s mind, it would be weird for them to love him – he’s their general, not a babysitter for a bunch of pretty adult yet a little autistic war-machines. He has a conversation about that with Fulgrim in “Angel Exterminatus”.

But Percephone has no need in scaring anyone. The closes thing related to war and fights she had at dinner with her granddad, and the worst punishment she got was being slapped on her face or flogged. Abusive, yes, but well they’re a reference to the ancient Greece, those people didn’t really care about children’s rights or mental state.

So, the effect she has on Forrix and on her other brothers is nothing close to fear. They see her as something almost painfully cute and lovely, feeling the type of affection one has towards a little animal with a primal urge to squeeze something so adorable to the point of the poor thing losing access to air.

It differs a little from one battle brother to another. When Percephone runs away from Kydomor and his boring books about space navigation, she encounters some of her other brothers, and it’s funny. I wanted to make a few filler chapters about her adventures, and, since there was no one to stop me, I did.

Forrix sees her as a talented, yet abnormally charming little girl. But he also feels the whole depth of the sinister valley effect, because it’s awfully obvious how different Percephone is. Her features are a little broken and unbalanced, her body looks strange, even if he blames it on her weird dress, her gaze is too mature.

She’s still a silly little kiddo, I remind you.

So, when Forrix tries to entertain her with some advanced math and space navigation books, she quickly finds an opportunity to run away to explore the enormous ship. First of all, she steals some fruits from the ship’s refectory (it's apple peaches). And then she quickly gets caught by a sergeant responsible for training candidates in the legion. Yeah, it’s stated in canon that due to high loses, Iron Warrioirs train the candidates at their flagship.

The sergeant mistakes her for another candidate (because there's basically no way a girl ends up in the fleet since all the mortal serfs are sterilized), and, first of all, he mocks her for her outfit – long curly hair and a dress, and tells her that he’s going to make her train in this to teach her a lesson. He makes her tie her hair with a strip he tears off her dress and also makes her throw away her shoes since they are impossible to run and fight in.

Percephone tries to explain herself first and tells the sergeant she needs to go to the first captain, but he brushes her off. She goes through the whole candidate training session along with other boys and in the end she even grows to like it. Others are tired while she’s still full of energy.

The last part of the training session is sparring. Boys quickly pair up, leaving Percephone to hang alone on the bars. When everyone is done, the sergeant, who manages to hide his impressed state that a child from a younger group managed to keep up with teens, tells Percephone, who still whines that she needs to go see the First Captain, that he will personally escort her if she manages to stand up against him for four minutes.

This is the first real fight Percephone has. At least, this is how she sees it, because it takes long before the sergeant fully understands that he’s definitely not dealing with a yet mortal child here. He doesn’t fight even in quarter of his strength, but still manages to scare the shit out of Percephone. She’s not even close to how strong Perturabo was at her age, but she’s much lighter and quicker, so she manages to snatch the battle knife from sergeant and almost cuts his throat with it.

Mind you, she never fought in her life before. She sincerely believed that the sergeant was going to kill her. She’s terrified at him and then terrified of herself, because she could actually kill a human being if it wasn’t for her hand slipping due to the lack of experience.

She runs away again, trying to hide in ventilation, of all places. And then she meets two other members of Perturabo’s Trident – Harkour and Golg. And also gets kicked by a dreadnought.

Golg is a mindless killer, Perturabo’s bandog. The Primarch didn’t even give him the title of Warsmith, despite his membership in the Trident. He’s looked down at by the other two, and in general considered a little dumb. He’s strength lies on other dimension. And, due to all of that, he’s the most affected by Percephone. And he adores the girl.

Erasmus doesn’t even try to understand how she ended up at the ship. It’s just like with Primarchs – as soon as he looks at her, he knows that he’ll protect her at all cost. And he spoils Percephone rotten in that short time he got with her.

He cuts her hair with a battle knife. He gives her serf’s robe to replace her dress. And promises her that the sergeant who didn’t treat her right will bring her the forgotten shoes in his mouth.

Harkour finds them in a training hall, where Percephone is taught how to use bolter and other weapons by Golg. They were having fun and Harkour ruined it.

You see, Harkour is sycophant and intrigant. He got his title only due to his sharp mind, Perturabo can barely stand his personality. And when he sees Percephone, he basically snatches her out of Golg’s rough yet loving hands to give “their little miss” the right treatment. Unlike Erasmus, he realises who exactly she is as soon as he looks her in the eye.

Just like her father, Percephone doesn’t like Harkour either. He’s too much of a yes-man to her tastes. She scolds him tiredly and retreats to Forrix’ chambers, leaving the poor Triarch shoked. And then she falls asleep, while Forrix is freaking out trying to find her on the ship.

So far, this is the whole story of the little miss Percephone. There’s a lot more to be added in the future, and also the fanfic has much more depth than what I’ve wrote here, including other subplots about Perturabo and Forrix personally with lots of side characters like the sergeant from before.

I hope you enjoyed reading it, and, if you like it, you can check out the whole thing on AO3 here , on Fickbook here and also in Telegram here. For other ways to find it: "Похороните меня под обшивкой". I’m planning to translate it when I finish the fic, but it’s been two years and it is still not even close to the culminating part, so… it’d take long. If there’s anyone who’d like to volunteer, please, contact me! I can write prompts for you or draw something in exchange.

#warhammer 30k #warhammer 40k #perturabo #warhammer #warhammer oc #primarch children #iron warriors #kydomor forrix #calliphone

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