#Horus Lupercal w40k

[deleteddewewted]

I don't know if this might be an idea for you, but...

I'm still getting to know the Warhammer universe in depth, but I started a draft a while ago. It was supposed to be an oneshot, but it became huge and I ended up putting it aside because I lacked creativity.

But anyway : I had started that the emperor wasn't such an idiot, he sort of had some feelings for his children (not looking at them as tools) and in order for humanity to prevail he sort of goes from world to world looking for political alliances (so he marries his son and takes a planet for himself). Horus would fall into chaos because the one chosen him, in the vision of a shaman, she was the future with Guilliman after the fall of the emperor and also the OC had an enormous love for Guilliman (a beautiful feeling), but Roboute had a relationship with Yvraine, even if the emperor didn't approve.

The OC would be a witch/wizard (I don't know if she fits in this universe without being killed for heresy, or if they'll let it go because... script 😬 )

I'm still figuring out how to develop it or whether to delete it and start another way, what do you think?

It's a lot of information, you can ignore it 🙃

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my language .

Preventing Destiny

Horus x Fem! Reader

A/n: This is such a good idea! I hope you post it someday. This inspired something in me and now i have to make a series similar your idea anon. Consider this part 1 out of 2 or 3 parts.

MDNI

W: NSFW, Fluff, Angst, Jealousy, Baby Trapping, Abandonment, Pre-Heresy Horus, Fem Reader, Insecurities, Zero accommodation

If you want to buy me a Ko-fi

Love was such a finicky thing. It drove mortal men to madness, created wars in the battle of ideals, made orphans out of children, and made men into beasts. Horus watched as their crusade brought great benefit to the Imperium, one by one uniting the human colonies under the same flag and set of ideals Horus' father sought to make true. But war was not the only thing that united them all, no, unions and treaties did as well. His father bestowed upon him an offer he couldn't reject. Marriage in holy union over sought by the Emperor himself. His father told him of his adventures into the stars, how in his own search he had found an idealic planet with idealic people. That he had found a woman worthy of his son and his glory. Horus' ego grew as he awaited the day he would be introduced to you.

You met on your home planet. Your parents had agreed to follow the lead of the Emperor as long as he allowed them to continue to rule with his guidance. This was agreed upon but with a condition that left your parents speechless. The man adorned in golden armor mentioned a son of his, one that will one day become his heir to all that he had made. He wanted you to wed, to show that there is no ill will between your planet and the greater Imperium. Your parents eagerly waited with bated breath for your response, and when you agreed, the Emperor smiled down at you and promised you that this would bring great fortune to everyone. You met Horus not a day later. He was brought to your chambers and he had the opportunity to introduce himself to you. His hair was short and he had a faint stuble growing in. He looked rugged and handsome all the same and it lit a flame in your chest that you wished would persist.

Horus on the other hand was smitten even before meeting you. His father had described you after he insisted on knowing who his wife would be. His father described you as being a normal baseline, with nothing of importance other than your ancestry and the planet you bring with you, but Horus wanted more. He wanted details about your features, the way your voice sounded, he wanted to know if you were as eager as him to marry and to meet. He was like a child shaking in anticipation. He needed to know who you were as you would one day be his and he only yours. He begged his father to allow you both to meet on your planet as you make you more comfortable. Meeting in your chambers allowed him to truly grasp who you were as a person. You had a love for all things relating to your people, you adored your parents and you were educated in the law. You cared to learn more about the Imperium to better fulfill your duties as his wife.

"There's no need to push yourself so much, my wife." He had grabbed your hand in his, yours being dwarfed by his, and pressed the back of it to his lips in a chaste kiss.

"I will ensure you to date with everything but you do not need to worry about it. You will have greater things to do when it comes our Legion and our sons."

"Our sons?" You questioned, brow raised as you looked at the man before you.

"Yes, our sons. My Legion awaits for their mother. And if you will allow it, our own sons and daughters.” He had placed a kiss on your hand before pressing it against his cheek. He knew that you were the only woman for him. His eyes would never wonder, his love would never fade. You made him feel like a man and he would fulfill you as a woman.

Married life was blissful to him as his wife dotted on him hand and foot, and he would do the same. He would come back to his chambers only find her reading or sleeping and the moment his presence was made known she would drop everything to take care of him. You would take care of his wounds, ensure he was clean from head to toe by preparing him a bath. You devoted yourself to proving that you were an idealic wife only to be reminded that he had his own needs to prove himself a worthy husband. He would massage your feet and take care of you when sick. He would have the servants in the palace fetch you whatever you so desire. Only the finest food would be reserved for you. Only the best gifts would be given to you. Nothing would prevent him from sending you letters that were filled with promises of coming back and making you both complete with a child. He couldn’t have asked for a more dutiful partner that matched him.

But it all came crashing down when a shaman they had captured asked him if he wanted to see fate, to witness his future as it was already set. Horus had assumed that the old hag had simply done this to stop them from killing her but he was corrected when they did not flinch at the tip of his sword cutting into their skin. He agreed, curiosity getting the best of him. The shaman mixed powders, and liquids into a ranging flame and chanted words he did not know nor understood. In the smoke appeared your image but Horus was not the one standing next to you. Guilliman was there instead. You were kissing Guilliman, deeper and more lovingly than you’ve ever kissed him. You spoke his brother's name with breathless want unlike how you spoke his own. You were as dotting and as diligent as how you were with Horus but you looked more in love with his damn brother. Image after image of you and his blond-haired brother kissing and living in married bliss set a fire inside him he tried to quell and snuff, but it consumed him. It ate at him as the shaman prophesied that it was only a matter of time before this woman Horus wedded would leave him and fall in love with Guilliman. That if he wanted to preserve his marriage he had to keep you apart and even then it wouldn’t be guaranteed that you would remain faithful. That destiny and fate were never wrong and that no matter his efforts you would leave.

Horus laughed at the shaman in something that almost felt bitter as he promised that his wife was faithful and only had room to love him. But he knew deep down that he was lying to himself and he simply couldn’t have this hag have him bested. Either a swift movement he cut off her head and watched it roll onto the floor as her body slumped forward into the flame. Blood pooled around the corpse and dripped from his sword.

“You are wrong old witch. She is mine. She was promised to me!” He let out in a bitter rage. He walked away, not bothering to take any kind of trophy from his spoils and made it back to his ship with the rest of his sons. He told them to take off a she’s snack to Terra, that they were done here and that there was nothing of value on this planet but only lies and decit.

Once home, he arrived with a new fond vigor and let it all out on you. He smelled of sweat and musk, something manly and oddly attractive. He didn’t bother removing most of his armor but just enough so he could fuck you and have you near to his skin. He watched you pant and moan into the air as he grunted out promises to make you a mother. There was nothing that would take you from him. Nothing.

His father grew unpleased with Horus' petulant attitude. He was acting like a child with how he wouldn't introduce his wife to his brothers. He had promised you to introduce you to all of his brothers, that he would have you known to the galaxy and beyond as his wife and now he was planning on retracting that promise. What if you did leave him for his brother? Why were prophecized to be with Guilliman and not him? Anger consumed his thoughts but he quelled them as he promised his father that he would introduce you soon.

Horus spent an entire day with you, more than he had ever been allotted to spend with you since he was constantly busy, and asked you if you wished to meet his brothers soon. You said yes, happy to finally meet the rest of his family as you had only briefly met the Emperor and that was all. Even your wedding my was a private affair with only your parents and the Emperor to bear witness. To finally meet your husbands siblings meant a great deal to you as you had nine to your own and was desperate to find family.

So began his great plan to keep you faithful and longing for him as the date came ever closer for you to meet his brothers. He promised you riches, promised you children that he didn’t even know if he could give you, granted you every wish you had so you wouldn’t seek it from someone else. All of the nights he had available where spent keeping you in bed with him, cock warning him or him tasting your cunt hoping you would appreciate his careful and attentive care to your needs. He spent his morning showering you in compliments and promising you that he will return to you.

All of this was for not when he finally had to comply and introduce you to his brothers. His father had arranged a small event to host in the palaces garden, hoping to have all of his sons together to celebrate their success in their crusade. While many of his brothers and their sons had arrived already, there was still a few missing as they were busy with final reports and or just arriving. Horus had dressed in his best pelts and downed light armor in his legions colors. You did the same, wearing a loose fitting dress that was decorated with golden trim and design. There was not mistaking who you were, you were his wife and the mother to his sons. His father had warned him to play nice, that you were not a toy but a diplomat as well.

“Do not hinder her, my son.” He had scolded before leaving him be and heading towards the great garden that was filled with music, laugh, and cheer.

Pleasantries were easy as drink and food flowed through the palace. You found it oddly natural to speak to many of his brothers as they all seemed to be similar in personality or at least feigned politeness. You slowly made your way to each brother and finally arrived at the last one who had been entertaining some of his nephews. Guilliman was wearing his people’s attire, a toga colored blue and with the insignia of his chapter proudly displayed in a golden lapel that kept his cape still on his shoulders. His golden lorals were exchanged for real leafs and his armored boots were traded for sandals. He was relaxed, sipping on the wine that was in his chalice.

Horus hoped you would show disinterest in Guilliman, that you wouldn’t want to approach him, that his younger brother was disinteresting enough to make you look away. But no, you approached him, your small hand finding place on your beloved husbands arm as you dragged him over to meet his brother. He complied, hoping that the interecation would be short and brief as this was what he was dreading.

“Brother, this is my lovely wife, Y/n. Mother to my sons, Legionnaire mother of the Luna Wolves.” Horus voice boomed at the last part, almost as he was reemphasizing that you were already spoken for and already had a legion of your own. You smiled and bowed your head at Guilliman, Berle standing straight and meeting his eyes.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Guilliman. My husband has spoken good thing about you, I can assure you.” Your joked. Guilliman let out a small chuckle, a smile blooming on his face as he nodded and joked back that he sure hope so.

You smiled brighter than you ever did with Horus. His brother spoke about his latest victory, detailing the assault and the execution of his plan all while gesturing with his hands. You were entertained by his brothers stories and it left a bitter taste in Horus’ mouth. No, this wouldn’t happen and couldn’t happen. Not here. Not in front of all of these people. Not in front of their father who had promised you to him. You were his. You were his! His wife, the mother to his sons. You couldn’t do this to him!

He grabbed you by the waist and dragged you away to his chambers without even saying goodbye. He threw his brother a quick smile and lead you back to his chambers where he threw you on to his bed and began stripping himself of his clothes as he watched you intently.

“Horus-“ he cut you off with a kiss as he began stripping you of your clothes too. Your clothes were torn and your moans were muffled by his mouth. It only pushed him to go further. He grabbed you by your legs and pushed them up to your ears, his arms and legs making sure to keep you spread open for him. He made use of his hands, his mouth, his cock to pleasure you tenfold so you wouldn't think of anyone other than him. He watched you gasp as he fucked into you and promised you he would ensure that you lay pregnant with his child after this. There was no tenderness in his actions. The once gentle man who would treat you like porcelain when he made love to you was now fucking you like a dog in heat and you his bitch to breed. His mouth found hole on your skin, biting and nipping at it as he thrusted into you. His ablks slapped against your ass as he used one of his hands to play with your clit and rub it as you began to scream that you were close. He didn’t care of you were close or not. He just needed you to remember that you were his first and you were his forever.

“Horus! I can’t-!” You choked out, back arching as you clung to him for dear life as his continues thrust made the bed shake.

“Come for me, Y/n.” He huffed. He tightens his grip around your legs, making sure his hand kept them together and still as he watched your pussy take his cock with ease.

“Let me breed and film you with my children.” He picked up pace before slapping your ass and cumming inside you. His cum began to leak out do you but he wasn’t done yet. More and more of his seed was released into your womb and all he did was watch as it began to coat his dick and your ass.

“Good. I’m sure we will have a welcomed surprise in due time.” He panted out. You lay still as you waited for your husband to pull out of you but he never did. Instead, he grabbed you and pulled you closer to him before he turned you both over and had you laying on his chest as he later on the bed. You could hear the loud thrumming of his heart in his chest as he slowly came down from his climax.

“It was rude to just leave, Horus. You owe your brothers an apology.” You teased, not truly caring as you could barely think in the moment. You were full and could still feel how cum leaked out of your abused and swollen pussy. Horus had never been so eager or predator like before, not even when you asked him to be. You wondered if you would get more opportunities to experience this side of him in bed.

You fell asleep listening to your husbands heartbeat, warm and protected in his arms when Horus lay awake watching you. You were his, child ir jot he would make sure you stayed by him as you were given to him to wed. If you wanted to leave him for his brother you would find that nothing you did wojld set you free. Nothing. You were his and he was yours.

[candyswirls]

Its bedtime and the emperor is forced by all his now children sons to be tell a bedtime story

A chorus of little voices overtook the room.

"Story! Story! Story!

"I want a story!"

"Yay! Story!"

"A different one that last time, please!"

"No story, no sleep!"

"I'm not even tired!"

"I'm sleepy..."

"Please, please, please, can we have a story?"

Leman screamed, "Ssssstttooooorrrrrrrryyy!!!"

The emperor pressed a finger to his lips and hushed the room.

"Alright, alright," he said calmly. "One story, and it's off to bed."

"Yes!" Horus pumped his fist, and Magnus quickly did little claps.

"Tales of Ursh." Lion insisted.

Perturabo side-eyed him, "we just heard that one."

"What about a story about you!" Lorgar offered, staring up at his father.

"How about one of my favorites that's new for you?" The Emperor offered.

Cheers confirmed it.

"Is it boring?" Jaghatai asked.

Mortarion shyly asked, "Is it scary?"

The Emperor took his hand and led them to the viewing room. With so many of them, it was easier to have the book displayed on a screen as they huddled around him.

"It is called 'The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents' by Terry Pratchett. A masterful writer of ancient Terra."

Magnus lit up, "Oh! I've read some things by him before! They were good!"

As the emperor sat on the couch, Fulgrim climbed up, "Is this a funny story?"

"Yes," their father assured.

"Who is Maurice?" Ferrus inquired. "Is he human?"

"He is a talking cat."

"And he educates rats?" Asked Roboute with wide eyes.

"They also talk."

Rogal frowned, "Animals don't talk."

Vulkan did his happy dance, "I'm excited!"

Angron shuffled his feet, "Will I like this story?"

The emperor nodded and pulled him into his lap. Horus sat next to his brother. Fulgrim was next to the Emperor's side. Sanguinius sat atop his shoulders to not bend his fluffy wings. Lorgar always wanted to be as close as possible and wedged himself between the emperor and the couch, resting his head on his shoulder. Konrad and Corvus were on his other side and under his arm. Lion. Leman and Angron sat at his feet. Roboute sat on his knee. The others were settled around him, cuddled up with each other. He knew Alpharius and Omegon would be under the couch by now, peering out.

The screen flickered to life with the first page of the book. An illustration was with it. Some of the boys "oohed" and "aahed" as they saw it.

He began reading, and they all sat as the story enraptured them.

[yanagikou]

You can thank @reclusiarch-orm and this post of hers for the smug, young Horus asking to be bedded by one of his Luna Wolves, for the first time.

Everybody has to start small, even the Warmaster.

Unwolfed version on my bsks.

[yanagikou]

I also remember that it was said in one of the earlier HH books that Horus shaves his head.

Which to me suggests (if we are going with the "hairy everywhere hc"), that it takes so much time and effort to shave his head, that he simply doesn't have any strength or motivation left to shave anywhere else. Which in turn means, he must have one hell of a mane, that if he ever lets it grow out even Magnus will be green with envy. That or a sick afro.

Now I need to know who's hairier overall: Horus or Leman Russ?

I like to think that Horus is extremely hairy everywhere BUT his head

your brain and mine synced at a molecular level yes

[theironwarsmith]

All hail Warmaster Horus

Here is my crack at Warmaster Horus, Primarch of the XVI 'Sons of Horus' Legion.

A nice little eBay find, albeit a little damaged on the knee and the Worldbreaker was broken too. However, I did pin the mace back into place and I had to kind of paint the damage done to the knee.

I did have a little trouble with his face but I am mostly happy with it now. But I am looking forward to the next Primarch, whomever it'll be.

3 down, 15 to go

[geooricle]

And now, because I've finally read that far, the loyalist sequel:

Bahab Bastion, Sanctum Imperialis, Imperial Palace, Terra, 5th of Secundus 014.M31

Rogal Dorn: My Lord Regent of Terra, generals and commanders of the Imperial Army, Loyal sons of the Emperor of Mankind, blacksheilds, chosen of the Sigilite, brothers. Today, the first shots have been fired in... wait a moment, where is everyone?

Sanguinius: Can you be more specific, Rogal?

Rogal Dorn: Well, for a start, weren't you travelling with Guilliman and the Lion? Who between them have the vast majority of our troops.

Sanguinius: So, there was some warp bullshit, and we got separated. But Guilliman said he would definitely be no more than five months late, probably for sure.

Rogal Dorn: And the Lion? Is he going to show up?

Sanguinius: Maybe? Honestly, I tune out most of what he says.

Constantin Valdor: Understandable.

Rogal Dorn: AndLeman? I swear he was here when I left.

Sanguinius: He left a note actually.

Rogal Dorn: What.

Sanguinius: Here let me read it “Dear Rogal. Sorry for missing your big speech, I'm sure your plan would have been really good, but I've decided its easier if I just go stab the bastard. Ice planet bros. – Dictated but not read, Leman of the Clan Russ. PS- Dad, IOU one spear cut from the wood of the World Tree.”

Rogal Dorn: I mean.... there's no way that would actually work is there?

Malcador the Sigilite: Probably not.

Nethanial Garro: No.

Gavrial Loken: *emphatically* No.

Sigsmund: *equally emphatically*YES!

Rogal Dorn: Fine, moving on. I know Ferrus and Vulcan are dead, but, you'd think...

Malcador the Sigilite: No. Vulcan lives.

Sanguinuis: Uncle, Vulcan died on Macragge. I saw his body placed in stasis. I spoke his eulogy.

Malcador the Sigilite: I know. Nevertheless, Vulcan lives.

Rogal Dorn: So... where is he?

Malcador the Sigilite: In the basement.

Rogal Dorn: ...why is Vulcan in the basement, Malcador?

Malcador the Sigilite: He is aiding the Emperor in His part of this conflict.

Rogal Dorn: Elaborate on that.

Malcador the Sigilite: No.

Rogal Dorn: (long pause) Fine. Well, as I was saying, I know Ferrus (Checks around the room to see if anyone will contradict him before continuing) is dead but what about Corvus? He should be back from rebuilding his legion by now? Didn't the Emperor give him a tonne of super pure gene seed so he could do it super quickly?

Archamus: So according to the last message we got from Deliverance, he locked himself in the bathroom and won't come out. They're trying to figure out how to pass him rations under the door.

Rogal Dorn:This is ridiculous! Sanguinius, have any of our brothers other than you actually bothered to show up to the most important battle in human history?

Sanguinius: Well...

Rogal Dorn: Oh no.

Jagati Khan: Well, well, well... isn't this a turn up for the books?

Rogal Dorn: Oh please no.

Jagati Khan: While you built your high fortress walls, I studied the blade. While you where having premarital sex I mastered the Path of Heaven. While you wasted your days commissioning statues of yourself in pursuit of vanity, I cultivated inner strength. And now that the galaxy is on fire, and the heretics are at the gate, you have the audacity to come to me for help?

Rogal Dorn: (Sits down. Puts head in hands) Sigsmund, express displeasure for me.

Sigsmund: (Screaming) CUNT!

Rogal Dorn: Thank you, Sigsmund.

Ullanor, early 041.M31

Horus: Brothers, I have recovered from my injuries, and forces are gathered, the seas of Terra shall boil and the stars fall, Mortairon reports that the first ring of Dorn’s defenses at Pluto have fallen an… what’s wrong with Fulgrim?

Fulgrim: I obey only Lorgar…

Lorgar: I have no idea what you mean.

Horus: Why is he staring at me with glassy eyes and sharpening the Primarch-killing anatame I gave him?

Fulgrim: Must… kill.. Warmaster… for Lorgar…

Lorgar: That’s probably normal.

Horus: Okay, second and possibly more significant question, why is he a snake?

Perturabo: He always looked that way I'm pretty sure.

Horus: Really? He always had no legs and six arms?

Perturabo: Yes.

Horus: Okay… fine… glossing swiftly over that… we have like three people missing. Where’s Curze?

Perturabo: AWOL.

Horus: What do you mean AWOL? Whose commanding his legion?!

Perturabo: Nobody. Like, half of them showed up if that and they all seem to hate each other.

Horus: Fucking… Well then, where’s Alpharius?

Lorgar: He sent a note.

Horus: What.

Lorgar: It says “Good luck bitches, I’m out.”

Horus: …what about Angron? Perturabo, Malhogurst specifically told you to make sure Angron would be here.

Perturabo: He’s here.

Horus: ….where?

Perturabo: In this box.

Box: *Muffled swearing and screams for vengeance upon the unjust universe*

Horus: Well... can you let him out?

Box: *Sounds of gnashing teeth and chainsaw revving*

Perturabo: …honestly, I would not recommend it.

Horus: ……it’s fine. This is fine. We can still win this. I still have Mortarion, he's still reliable…

Abbadon: Sir, message from the Death Guard… I couldn’t hear much over the flies buzzing and the screaming, but I think they’re calling in sick.

Horus: FUCK

Horus: Why are group projects always like this?

[the-blog-of-gog]

(via I Love a Horus Lupercal Warmaster 40k Valentines Day Design Digital Art Essential T-Shirt by Gogmagosh)

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So guys, ive gotten my hands on a Horus Heresy Collectors edition art book. Im happy to share stuff that you guys want to see but here are some of my favorite drawings:

[candyswirls]

Toddler Guilliman: The preferred choice

Even though they're tagged, not all the little primarch stories show up under #little primarchs. Such as the somewhat prequel to this one. But it is tagged under Guilliman.

Fulgrim leaned on the table, "Brother, that sash choice is interesting. It looks baggy but thick?"

Perturabo hummed in response.

Doors slid open to reveal their now toddler brother, Guilliman. He held Aeonid Thiel's hand.

"Hello!" Horus greeted happily.

"Come in," beamed Vulkan.

Roboute scanned the room, unsure of what to do. He was about to reach for his first captain to pick him up. Then, he spotted the grumpy figure at the table.

"Bo!" He exclaimed.

The toddler ran in and passed everyone else. He avoided any and all reaching arms.

Roboute climbed up onto the bench and leaned against Perturabo's arm. He hugged it.

The fourth primarch didn't react. Not even a change in his expression as he tinkered with the gadget on the table.

Roboute stepped over his arm and onto his thigh.

"Roboute," Fulgrim said. "Let's not do that."

The little primarch ignored him.

Perturabo grabbed at the sash he wore and lifted it out. Roboute climbed into the fabric and nestled against his older brother, head sticking out.

"Oh," the Phoenician gaped. "Did you make a sling for him?"

"He likes to be near, and I can't hold him while I work," the fourth replied matter of factly.

Lorgar came to the table, "We could hold you-"

Roboute eyed them, then shrunk into the sling, pulling extra fabric over his head.

Perturabo growled, "Leave him alone. He's shy and comfortable where he's at. You don't see him often, so he doesn't know you."

"And you do?" Horus questioned.

Eyes glanced up from the gadget. He stared down the warmaster.

"Oh," was all that Horus could reply with.

"It's probably because we're in armor," Vulkan offered, trying to soften the mood.

"He's fine with armor," Perturabo interjected.

"Your armor?" Fulgrim asked with intrigue. "How so?"

"Sits a top the hood and pauldrons."

Horus laughed, "I don't believe you."

"I've seen it," Magnus added. "Show them even if you're out of your armor."

The fourth primarch set down his tool and scooted backward.

He pulled the toddler from the sling and tossed him in the air with a spin. Roboute giggled as he was flipped forward and caught with practiced ease. Perturabo lifted him high and sat him on his shoulders.

"Again, Bo! Again, Bo!" The toddler cheered.

Perturabo pulled him down and threw him in the air with a spin and catching him several more times. Each time was filled with giggling before setting Roboute back onto his shoulders. The older primarch began working on the gadget again.

The toddler rested his head upon the many cables protruding from his older brother's scalp.

"S'ank you, Bo," Roboute said.

"You are welcome," Perturabo answered.

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I have a Horus fic proposition. It’s something I’ve been cooking for a while but I want you guys to know about it:

The Horus Heresy happens but no Primarchs die. Horus is not killed and the Emperor bestows mercy upon the traitor Primarchs by imprisoning them. Horus is imprisoned in a cell all by himself beneath the palace. He cannot see the light of day or feel the warmth of the sun. His brothers are nowhere near him and he is left to complete silence and his maddening thoughts. He’s unstable and the Emperor occasionally visits to see if he’s been deemed useless by the gods and given back to him.

After Horus has spent what amounted to months in solitary confinement, he is finally granted a visit by someone he wanted to see. You, his spouse. You visit him and sit outside his cell only able to see him and speak to him. He feels like a weight had been lifted but only to be replaced with another one. He knows what he looks like. He knows what he’s done. He remembers the things he said to you when you disagreed with him and how he threw you to the side in exchange for power. He recalls the way you cried his name. He knows that he’s a monster. And yet he still wanted you in his arms. He wanted kiss and hug and adore you. Shower you in gifts and adoration like he once had done. He wanted his old life back and he knew that it was impossible.

This leads to months of you visiting and him being eager to see you each time. You both fall in love again, Horus only falling harder, and slowly helping Horus earn his redemption.

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Modern 40k Ideas:

I have an idea for the greater Modern 40k universe I’m making. These are meant to be canon ideas for the supermarket romance fic series mainly cause I plan on making some spinoffs or extra fics for the series with other characters.

All of the Emperors sons, the Primarchs, were made because Big E was once a broke college student trying to make ends meet so he donated sperm. He would go to a sperm bank every so often and make a quick buck donating. So not only did a bunch of families get the ability to have children but it would explain why the Primarchs are all so ethnically and culturally diverse.

The only reason why the Primarchs are all united in adulthood was because when Big E was donating he said he was fine with the kids that were a product of his donations could reach out to him for whatever reason since he knew that they might have questions down the line about their health history.

Most of the Primarchs met when they were in their teens since many of them lived in very different parts of the world. Horus who lived in the same city as Big E got to meet his biological father much sooner than the rest of his brothers.

Relationships and dynamics are all pretty much the same since they all got to connect when they were young and kept in contact up until the events of current modern au timeline.

Horus is not currently in the picture as he’s serving a 4 years prison sentence for wire fraud. Big E could have sued him and gotten his son life in prison since wire fraud wasn’t the only thing Horus did but he felt betrayed and saddened that his closest son would betray him that he didn’t open his mouth at all when the authorities questioned him to ask if he knew anything else about his sons business.

Rogal Dorn and Perturabo both lead the graphics team but they don’t lead the marketing department. Neither one of them know how to run a social media account and Guillimans even worse so they had them lead a subsection of the department that focused only in the appearance of promotional material, email marketing, flyers, and ads.

Guilliman pursued business and ventured into his own small business while still working for Big E. Big E takes this as a betrayal because he feels like Guilliman had taken all of the resources he had given him and miss used them for his personal gain. He hadn’t, Guilliman wanted to make his own company that had nothing to do with the company his father runs. Guillimans business is actually a nonprofit with a focus on helping ex veterans.

Big E is in a bit of a hiatus from work. Not really. He’s still around doing things here and there but overall he stays out of it because he was planning on passing the business to his sons anyways.

Big E hadn’t planned on having his sons join him in his business but everything just aligned perfectly that it made sense for him to include them. He secretly does adore his children. He never planned on having any of his own, mainly because he didn’t find the point in it but now that his sons are with him he’s more than eager to make sure that they learn how to bond with one another.

Horus Heresy was just a big family argument that led to Horus being arrested but the rest of his brothers who took his side ended up serving a very reduced prison time or just community service.

The entire company focuses on humanitarian efforts across the world. So funding for medical access in impoverished communities, access to clean water, food assistance, education, etc. This all came about because Big E grew up in poverty and worked his ass off to get out of that situation. Having had the foresight to understand that not everyone has the same access as he did or the same chances as he did, he made it his mission to help as many people as possible.

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Some More Astartes Headcanons

MDNi

W: Angst, Fluff, Just more thoughts i have

Space Wolfs call their younger brother/neophytes pups.

Blood Ravens steal things to make a pile out of their stolen things to share with other battle brothers their "shiny discoveries"

The Raven Guard brothers are all a bunch of knitting lovers and sunscreen addicts. Most of them being very pale and in general, preferring the shadows, most of them will retreat to their chambers to knit. It's to the point that they need to place large orders of knitting materials every so often and the serfs are in charge of distributing the appropriate materials to the right Astartes.

The rumors of the Carcharadons being mean to their serfs or being cruel are not true. It's all propaganda that they started so that they are left alone. Their serfs are all people who are family or old friends. Their truly just a bunch of secret softies.

Onto that serfs play into this too. For all the chapters, serfs also follow the chapter culture, which brings me to the idea that Lamenter serfs are all mainly cuddle buddies to their masters and are there to make sure they don't get hurt when not in battle.

Dark Angels are all super paranoid so they all suspected that their returned Primarch wasn't actually their returned Primarch.

Abaddon misses his father badly. Yes, he's a daddy's boy. He sometimes writes letters to his deceased father knowing that they will be left unread. He sometimes cries in silence as he reminisces the days when he and his Luna Wolves would simply spend time together and play a match of regicide.

Word Bearers hold bingo matches. Yes, they're studied and religious men, but that doesn't mean that they cant have fun. (Even as traitors they still hold these bingo nights. No daemons not serfs want to join them cause they think its boring.)

Dorns sons did eventually develop some emotional development and they are now the ones that people would consider the "funny ones" if they ever had the chance to meet one of them in that way.

Alpha legion Astartes who did not undergo cosmetic procedures to look like their father make fun of the ones who did (this is semi-canon), and often flex that. (I want to pull on Solomon Akurra's hair. It is a must.)

Salamanders are known for their kindness towards people and to each other, so why wouldn't that translate to other things? They respect the tech-priests and their beliefs, the guardsmen, the servitors. The Salamanders are so kind that they will help clean up and will make their favorite baselines/allies weapons. (This is also semi canon)

The Ultramarines have an accent. Yes, they all speak high gothic but i cant get it out of my head that they have either a Latin or a Italian accent. Im only saying this because we know accents are a thing in 40k.

Speaking of accents, Horus isn't faking accent, he really just didn't lose it and likes it. He thinks it keeps him attached to his roots. Makes him happy to have people recognize where his accent it from.

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@askrobouteguilliman40k i think you are referring to the "new lore" here. In the HH Fulgrim book (volume 5), Fulgrim is visiting Horus on the Vengeful Spirit because he had a little chat with a Farseer and got told that Horus is up to no good. At that time, he already had his Laer sword and was slowly being possessed by the demon within. So all it took was a bit of wine and some small-talk with brother-dearest (with some help from Erebus) and Fulgrim went 180 on the Imperium.

The excerpt from the 1999 Codex is the original corruption scene.

Marine Meat Monday Special:

Old-lore Primarchs!

Fulgrim, the Seduced

This week, @tagedeszorns and I have decided to break with the tradition of MMM while also returning to the roots of Warhammer lore.

In one particularly interesting lore bit from the 1999 Chaos Codex, it is stated that Fulgrim did not pick up some random sword and got possessed, no. He joined Chaos because ole Horus seduced the heck out of him!

So, here is one part of our diptychon and the other you will find here:

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Maybe it’s just me but I need more submissive Astartes and Primarch fics. I’m dying over here.

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Send me fic ideas for Warhammer if you have any. I want to get into the habit of writing more since I have the time.

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The Sister of Battle with the glasses looks badass, also that commisar looks like he is going to have a heart attack.

Drawings from drawthread 25/7/2019

Sister of Battle with glasses

Techpriest Hackerman

Techpriest startled by toast popping out the toaster

Sad krieger with broken shovel

Swole Krieg with a two handed shovel

Horus Heresy but its a pillow fight.

Guardsman proposing to Commissars Daughter. With Commissar frothing at the mouth

All the drawings done during weekly discord drawthread held 25/7/2019

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