#drukhari x reader

[sculptorofcrimson]

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.

[nightscythe]

You've mentioned that drukhari/aeldari are your personal interest. Do you have any fun headcanons about you'd like to share or thoughts about a potential relationship with a baseline human? 👀👀👀

I love the regular big boys but the space elves just tickle a different part of my brain and there's a severe lack of content for them in the wh40k tumblr fandom 😩😩

to be fair, there's a lack of content from gw for them as well... not through lack of their writers trying, i'm sure. i hope.

aeldari

falling for you

they don’t want to be interested in you, but they can’t help it. everything you do becomes something they yearn for. you throw away a notebook? they’ve kept it. studied it; taken everything they can from it because they think its their only way to know the real you. human emotion becomes a hook for them, though they’d never ask you for it. it’s almost a personal challenge, how they can make you laugh, see you smile, burn with confidence that they’d not expected. but if you’re sad or they see you cry? they’d be prepared to move heaven and earth for you. but, they’re fearful of what having such feelings for you, a human, might do for them. this fear will make them come across as them being utterly condescending, because how could someone like you become important to them without a reason? their inner thoughts and anxieties that are very very rarely shared will be a reoccurring problem. when they’re past that, they’re all yours. “in another lifetime, this would have been easy. unfortunately, fate has not been written that way.”

light moments

they’d never let you be in a situation where harm would come to you. they’d chastise themselves over a bruise you got, even if it was accidental or unavoidable. their protection is because they simply couldn’t live without you. and that can go even further. they are terrified of a life without you, and they’re ashamed to even admit it. every part of you is sacred to them. they’d learn each curve of your body, each scar, freckle, mark, line, etc. they’d know the causes, the stories, trace every scar like scripture and worship you until the end of time, wondering why they’d been cursed to have a kindred spirit with such fragile mortality. sharing parts of their life is important to them too. they shouldn’t share so much with you, but they want to. their patronising demeanours would begin to fade overtime. they’d be irritated you couldn’t speak their tongue perfectly but even if it frustrates them, they’d quietly find it adorable. if ever you reached for them, in your sleep or if you were worried, it would shatter them. they’d be stunned to silence as they begin to contemplate just how much you mean t them. you’re their salvation. but your life is so short. too short. “you’re the only thing in this galaxy that feels real to me.”

dark moments

they’d never understand what they feel. sometimes they’re cold, clinical. feeling doesn’t sink through with what they are doing and you may find yourself questioning how much you mean to them. you know they care, but how much they care could be debated – they’re partially afraid to show it (because that makes it real) and partially forget that the trivial nature of love is important to you. if you hurt them, even unintentionally, that feeling is doubled. tripled. every part of them they worked to build past comes right back to them. but they never allow themselves to hurt you in return. they don’t think that’s fair. they could be so cruel, but they never allow themselves to be with you – and maybe that makes it worse sometimes. but no matter what, they’d come back to you, always seek you out, wanting you right back with them no matter what the cost. they may seem a bit controlling. they think they know what’s best for you and only want to help, its never meant to be more than that. most definitely argumentative to the highest degree and always think they are right, arguing a case even when they realise they might be wrong. that can be infuriating. “this has never been easy for me. think clearly, and you’ll see things how i see them.”

intimate moments

did you ever know an eldar could be so shy? they worry they won’t be enough for you, ironically, concerned that they'd not be able to fulfil your needs (though outwardly, they'll be a little arrogant and despondent about it). they'll never beg, but they will act like they did. they'll worship you again, they'll use their mouth for hours before moving on. the way you writhe beneath them has their body shuddering. typically submissive, so eager to please and do well, but they can hold the leash of dominance if required (and of course, there is the occasional outlier - but even then they're at the behest of your pleasure). hours mean nothing to them, they’d go for days if you were able to, just to prove their feelings to you. anything intimate is a ritual for them, really. “you rival even the stars. won’t you let me have one more taste?”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

drukhari

falling for you

you’re a challenge they feel like they need to beat but accidentally start to catch feelings for you – then channel that energy straight into everything but love (but they do love you, its just… not that easy for them). at first they just mock you and everything you live by. it’s a defence for them, a way for them to hide from anything buried beneath. so fragile compared to them, such a small little soul that they should have just killed when they got the chance. but they didn’t; instead they’re sitting on a wall watching, completely fascinated. they’re intrigued by your softness and your warmth. the first time you try to hug them they are frozen in place. they ask for more on the pretence of conductive research. they like the way their fingertips sink into your flesh. and a kiss? its like a fatal wound. this is almost a slow burn romance with them as they realise you mean more to them than anything, anyone else. “don’t confuse my clemency for anything other than my need to see you breathe.”

light moments

you mean everything to them. they watch you sleep. watch you eat. watch you fumble around with clothes every time you get dressed and prance around without their grace. they’d find things that reminded you of them, another more human pleasure they’d picked up on, but it’s always something that has a piece of them in it too. like your name carved into a bone that reminded them of your own. or a blade custom made for your liking. they’ll never admit its so they can see you smile. they start to listen to you, unwisely most of the time. if you said stop, they would hesitate. no one else’s words would even reach them. however, they also think that they can impress you by demonstrating their excellence in murder. eventually they’ll settle for impressing you with other things they can do with their hands. your pleasures accidentally become their comforts. they didn’t understand why the softness of a pillow mattered at first. thought how you made your tea was over the top. but now they crave it because it reminds them of you – a connection to something they’ve never had before. they’d protect you from the entire galaxy if they needed to – you’re the only thing they don’t want to destroy after all. love doesn’t really exist, not to them. but you give them a feeling that they can run off for years, and they never ever want to let it go. you taught them how to feel. that’s more than they can ask from anyone. “such a little thing, i sometimes find myself wondering how we even ended up in the same world.”

dark moments

possessiveness incarnate. if anyone so much as looks at you they are planning their death. don’t ask and they won’t tell, but really, they’d love to say how many necks they’ve cut just for your smile and may make slight references to it. it may take a while for them to realise you don’t want them to kill anyone for you, even as proof of their affection. they may seem like they don’t care. pain isn’t the same for you and them. they can argue with you, they can make you feel so small and remind you that they could have killed you a thousand times over but they don’t. so how do they not care? they’d struggle to change their mind, expecting you to just realise. they’ll always seek you out though. the regret would silently ruin them, so they’d never leave a moment to simmer bitterly between you, never want to spend a night away from you with the beginnings of regret bordering on their minds. they’d rather you hate them than leave them. so they sometimes push things to the extreme. they shouldn't, but they do. especially when learning that your fear isn’t as enjoyable as your love. “even death won’t provide you an escape from me. fortunately.”

intimate moments

the switchiest of any xenos, obviously. they can be your pet, they can be your owner. both, if you want. they want you to stroke their hair and choke them, and they’ll do the same right back. anything you want, of course. because its your sounds and your taste that feeds them at the end of the day. teasing is a love language, in as many ways as you can think. words, touching, biting; they have a billion and one ways to make you frustrated and overwhelmed at the same time. hearing you say thank you is a blessing. could be for one of those gifts, could be because they let you climax, could be because they chose to not end your life. but don’t worry, their love means you’re always rewarded. prepare for overstimulation, begging, ties and being watched - they're happy to watch you go solo too. don't worry, they'll take good care of you afterwards. sex to them may be meaningless, but with you its different. prepare to beg, a thousand times over. “did i say that you could stop begging, pet? back on your knees.”

this is your sign to request eldar content from me. i even have eldar ocs. tell me what you want, i'll provide.

[aggresivemenace]

𝕬𝖗𝖘 𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆: 𝖃𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖘

Fem!Reader explores sexual relationship with various xenos...starting off with Eldars.

pt. 1

So, you've chosen to step beyond the rigid norms of the Imperium and explore the forbidden allure of xenos lovers. Whether driven by curiosity, desire, or a need for the unknown, this guide will help you navigate such encounters with wisdom, grace, and caution.

1. Aeldari

There is no better way to begin your journey than with them. Eldar pr Aeldaris can be found in almost any marketplace where the Inquisition turns a blind eye - or is paid well enough to look mind their business. You will meet a particular tribe there: Drukhari. Drukhari are easy to recognize: their sharp, ethereal beauty, often accompanied by dark hair and pale skin, sets them apart.

To the Imperium, the Drukhari are known as raiders, ruthless and untamed. And while their moral is questionable, their desires unpredictable, they are not beyond reason. If you seek their company, be genuine. They value honesty - perhaps more than one might expect. Speak openly of your intentions, ask about theirs. More often than not, a Drukhari will not shy away from a fleeting, passionate encounter.

Show them you mean no harm. Leave behind your weapons, your valuables - trust must be built in small gestures. And if caution lingers in your heart, it would be wise to bring along a companion, someone to watch over you should the night take an unexpected turn. Yet, I must confess, my own encounters with these xenos have been nothing but exhilarating.

Drukhari, like all Eldar, are breathtakingly beautiful to the human eye. They are tall and elegantly built, with delicate, refined features. Their bodies are both muscular and slender, shaped with an almost unnatural grace.

In intimacy, Drukhari are uninhibited and passionate. The men of their kind, in particular, welcome encounters with human women. Many of my lovers have confessed that they find the differences between humans and their own kind alluring. Eldar are creatures of deep desire, and for such moments, it is best to find a secluded place - a tent, a quiet chamber, or a hidden retreat far from prying eyes.

They are also highly expressive in bed, unafraid to let their pleasure be heard. They moan, they whisper, they speak to their partner - sometimes slipping into their own rich, complex language, their words full of passion.

You will have many chances to encounter this elusive and enigmatic race. Though they may not always be the most trustworthy, they are, without a doubt, one of the most open to human interaction xeno race - especially in the world of trade and negotiations.

Now, a few words about anatomy:

The males of this race do not differ much from human men in this regard, except that they tend to be longer and are sometimes adorned with various piercings. The Drukhari have a deep love for ornamentation, and their bodies are no exception.

Aeldari are a highly fertile race, so I strongly advise using the strongest contraceptives available, preferably those containing the herb Ferula. Personally, I relied on a potion known as Tigress Bite, a remedy once lent to me by none other than the wife of Primarch Leman Russ himself. However, if you seek it for yourself, you may find it in the markets of Hedeby on Fenris.

[kit-williams]

Holding Hands

Male Lead: Eldar!König Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k & Cod AU/Everyone is an elf/eldar Canon Status: ???

Originally I was going to do one for every type, Exodite, Craftworld, Harlequin, and Drukhari but Exodite is literally just him with a dinosaur and Craftworld probably we wouldn't get to hand holding.

@lycheedr3ams I want to thank you for your recent analysis of König that helped me kinda get an idea for him.

As well as @wordstome and @kneelingshadowsalome

You needed some air... it was madness what the corsair had done. The ship was swarming with Fairweather allies and two cabals that only recently went from going at each others throats to working together. Oh by Yaneed it was madness as suddenly the ancient feud had to be forgotten and it made your whole body ache as you couldn't relax at all being around so many Drukhari whom many still looked at you murderously. Then there were the enigmatic harlequin troupe that operated beyond her knowledge as they were in direct contact with their god.

You sigh as you enter the meditation chamber lucky for you... you kept odd hours so no one would miss you for a few hours...

Drukhari Incubus

König opened an eye as he was in the midst of meditation and his instincts screamed for blood which only meant that you were in his presence. His bloodstones had been taken away as per agreement of joining up though he always could make more but that might not be... tasteful. He remembers spying you by the Corsair captain... Price if he remembers right being introduced as one of the ships farseers.

He could taste your distress as you hadn't even noticed him yet. Oh you would be so easily to kill... so easy to wring your frail little neck and make a new bloodstone out of your... no wait I didn't need a soulstone any more. Konig lazily opened his other eye moving to a lounging position as he watched you try your best to relax and enter meditation but failing again and again.

You jump as someone touches you and you normally hold your emotions in check but seeing the Incubi being the one to touch you... you reacted out of a panic. Your cheek pressed into the floor at the behemoth of a Drukhari just chuckled down at you with his reddish hair tied back with bones laced into his hair. Surprisingly his face was scarred and lacking much makeup making his skin slightly pallor minus the smudged remains of eye black around his eyes.

"Jumpy little maus aren't you?" He cooed, "You going to attack me again or be a good girl?"

"Get off of me." You huffed and he did helping you up. The male was nearly eight feet tall and when you saw him in full regalia you remember seeing the mon-keigh astartes helms decorating his armor; even if they were his favorite kills he was still a skilled killer.

You watched as he easily sunk to the ground in a meditative position. "You were distracting me with how high strung you are maus. While delicious, "He can't help but give his sharp toothed grin at you as his icy blue eyes look absolutely predatory, "I came here to meditate and clear my thoughts not be surrounded by anxiety. I would simply just have to take a walk through some slave holds. So why not tell me what is wrong?"

You huffed at that not watching him remove his gloves as you debate and you are suppose to try and be friendlier to them. You swallowed up your misgivings as the Drukhari on board have cleaned up nicely. "Well... some of your kind just make me anxious... given how I suppose your kind always tried to kill me first.... what are you doing." You say noticing how he is slowly wrapping his large hands around one of your own.

"A meditative technique my master taught me. Keep speaking."

"You're not going to inflict pain on me are you?"

"Nein. Not everything is about pain." He says pulling away the cloth from around your hand. You feel his bare fingertips against yours slowly moving down your fingers to your palm. You cant stop the shivering you can swallow up the blush on your face. You should yell at him for this inappropriate hand touching but... "continue what you were saying."

"I'm um... " You swallow again, "nervous and anxious as everyone looks at me like I'm a chew toy or a piece of meat."

He chuckles softly as his bare hands continue to play with your own. "Well you are fraulein. You are a rather young farseer and we can tell." He ignores your huff, "but that doesn't mean we are going to act on it. I certainly wont."

"See you say that but how can I trust you?"

You soon feel a familiar tracing on the palm of your hand as one of his hands pulls away pulling down his collar showing an ugly brand mark against his throat. A mark of khaine, "Shall I swear upon our war god? Shall I swear that my hands should forever bleed? We Incubi are a different breed then our kin... you should know that liebling." He leans in and you lean back ending up on your back with him looming over you with a smile. Your hand entwined with his, "I swear to Khaine that I will not act upon such baser desires and will actually try to get over my... distrust and hatred of you. I mean me touching you is akin to you touching me. A discomfort we both must get over." You glance down at your hand tightly holding his now and neither of you feel like letting go. "Well I am going to nap. I will guard you liebling." He says with a smile as you both return to sitting cross legged and just closing your eyes as you can feel the calmness wash over you... even if you're still holding his hand.

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[shiyorin]

Hi!!! It is so rare to see a x reader blog for 40K. I know you closed requests but if you comfortable, can you please do some headcanons Fabius Bile x reader? Where reader is a fangirl of Bile but she's actually more interested in Bile's experiments.

And yes, I know i have bad taste in men but please don't judging me 🥹

Lol, i don't think i'm x reader blog, i just run this blog for fun.

Yes, you have bad taste in men but I'm not judging you. Bile is a very interesting character, you should read the Bile trilogy. It's really good and fun.

Pre-Heresy:

Bile thinks you are weird.

Everybody thinks you are weird and have bad taste in man. 

You think everybody has misunderstood you. You aren't interested in Bile. You're interested in his experiments. Why should you be interested in such an old man? You’re too beautiful, you're too young (shhh, those rejuvenation serums don't come cheap).

Like all Emperor's Children, Bile is also extremely proud to have people who like and appreciate him. Even though he didn't show it, he's so ready to indulge your interest. He's not particularly attached to you, but anyone who seems to be impressed by him is fine by him.

When you ask him if you could be his remembrance. He's definitely not happy with the idea at first. He's suspicious, but he would still reluctantly agree.

Bile is often annoyed by you, but can't help but respect your confidence and initiative. Maybe sometimes he will give you access to his lab but only if he is there.

He probably didn't take you seriously. Sure, he appreciated your company, but he's far too focused on his own experiments to really think much of you.

When he knows you're not really interested in him, you're just interested in his experiments. Bile appreciates you more, at least not despises you anymore. However, he still doesn't trust you at all.

But somehow, you're useful for him, so he indulges your interests while also making certain you don't overstep your bounds.

Over time, Bile develops some soft spots for you. Sometimes, he will tell you about some of his experiments and thoughts, but not much.

And maybe Bile knows your secret, he will give you the rejuvenating serums he made. You are very touched, but you will not use them. No one knows what he put in there.

Bile and you take walks together. Not often, but sometimes.

Post Heresy:

You are still alive. Yep, Plot armor is much stronger than Power armor :v

Bile is still doing Bile's work. Sometimes, he will think about you, but that thought just crossed his mind.

You don't really care about everything.  You're dead on paper, so you've taken this chance to discover the darkness galaxy with your plot armor and your new boyfriend/girlfriend Drukhari. He/She simp for you. And yes, you are Dom :v

[moociaoafterdark]

Like, I'm saying this not just as a Nurgle fan (literal God of Death, Entropy, Decay, Disease and Rebirth), but also as a Drukhari fan (ya know, the guys that birthed Slaanesh and take full credit for that). I'm an edgelord. I too don't like x reader stuff. I am very picky with my ships and once I ship the characters together - I REFUSE to even entertain the idea of them being with anyone but each other.

But I am also proship AND profiction. I believe that fiction, as long as it doesn't harm anyone (like hateful/propaganda/dogwhistle shit), HAS A RIGHT TO EXIST. PERIOD. So I just block/mute and move on. Because ultimately, a person's tastes don't define them as a person.

There, I said it.

Why is it always Primarch/Space Marine fans (you know the ones...) crying about "muh grimdark". They would not be saying shit like this if they got their head out of their ass and looked at other factions, ESPECIALLY xeno factions. Warhammer 40k is NOT just skulls and guts and beefy men. That's just Space Marines and Primarchs, who just happen to sell well and be the most popular factions. But they're just a small part of Warhammer 40k. It's much more broad and diverse than that.

Sincerely, a Nurgle fan who loves ALL factions equally and who also has been dipping toes into Warhammer Fantasy/Old World.

[sculptorofcrimson]

what's/whens your next request fic sculptor?

My current to-do list is this:

Strahd x Reader(It's been so unspeakably long since I wrote an x Reader fic I have forgotten the proper formatting. This is a truly tragic day of many woes.)

NSFW fic, not saying who or what ;)

Ferrus Manus, also known as Primarch Lackus Cranus

FnAF fic

Drukhari fic.

My timeline is very. Very. Very. Unstable, I tend to do fics in chronologically order, but there's no real hierarchy to speak of other than what my muse beats me with a stick at any given moment.

[luci-yabs]

Why?

Are Games Workshop and Black Library so afraid of having major characters from the Xenos or Chaos factions have consistent victories? 

How do you build up Ghazghkull without showing him winning things? How do you build Eldrad up without showing his manipulations actually having tangible and intended success? How do you build the Swarmlord up without actually showing it as being capable of defeating and winning major victories of a permanent nature?

With Abaddon they at least seemed to make an effort to rectify his paper-tiger nature, they retooled all his Crusades as successes through some means, gave him an actual solid (if heavily tainted) win on Cadia, so that’s better than what virtually every other antagonist has, but the fact remains that Abaddon still flees from far more battles than he ever stays to win.

How do people think the Imperium is the underdog when it is the dominant military superpower constantly kicking everyone’s asses in battles?

I just don’t understand. 

I was looking through the old painting guides on the Xenos, there was some Fluff in there, but again I’m struck by the need to, seemingly, shill Space Marines even outside their own book. In the Drukhari’s own painting guide we’re told about this famous group of deadly Wyches...who were almost all killed by Ragnar on his own, we’re told about this in their own book, about how inferior they are.

Same happens in the old Drukhari Codex. We got an unnamed Space Marine Champion actually wounding Lelith, and then the Archon dies in like two second. Then again the Drukhari Codex seems to have liked Space Marines more than it even likes the Drukhari, and the recent Tyranid Codex does the same, I’m already terrified the Ynnari Codex is going to spend more time waxing lyrical about how amazing Roboute is than giving any shine to the Ynnari themselves except as a tool to restore Roboute.

I understand getting shilled to an extent in one’s own Codice, but why do Space Marines seemingly get treated better in the Drukhari or Tyranid Codices than the factions themselves do? The same thing in the old Genestealer Codex. Are Games Workshop and Black Library so incapable of portraying any sort of balance that they feel the need to even in other people’s Codices make clear that the reader should actually buy Space Marines cause they are so much stronger and cooler? 

It becomes so frustrating having to actually look for places where more than a squad of Space Marines from a non-rando Chapter die. I feel like I’m using a magnifying glass as I try to find some evidence of it. Its not helped by the fact that on the Xenos side there is both the issue of rando factions losing constantly, but even the major ones generally lose more than they win. 

It becomes hard to take the five major Craftworlds seriously when, seemingly, they can barely fight one-hundred Marines without losing, and Ghazghkull and Nazdreg’s Waaagh!!!’s and the three Major Hive Fleets have the same issue. The Hive Fleets have it particularly bad because basically no Hive Fleet is every introduced without its destruction being already part of the canon, making them more akin to filler ‘monsters of the week’ than any legitimate threat.

But I see this writing so often. In most of the HH books any background featuring Xenos can be summed up as; “X Xenos Race was amazingly skilled at Y but Space Marine Chapter V was just way better than them at Y anyway and beat them anyway”, 40k books are hardly better, with Aeldari Seers being outsmarted by everyone from Imperial Guard Colonels to every second Space Marine Sergeant.

I mean here’s a simple example; Harker, an incredibly minor and unimportant Astra Militarum character, has canonically both won the Sacking of Colonia and killed an Autarch personally. Lets compare him to a similarly minor Ork character; Zagstruck, Zagstruck has...well quite literally nothing. We know of nothing Zagstruck has ever achieved.

If we got to Spac Marines it gets even worse; Tellion, a very minor Ultramarine Character, has defeated Old One Eye, won at least three major battles, slain a T’au Ethereal and Commander simultaneously. That’s literally more than Ghazghkull himself has ever managed since his sum total of achievements, not defeats and draws, is winning against Yarrick once on Golgotha. Eldrad too, Eldrad’s had one fight he canonically won, against Nazdreg, and beyond that Eldrad has lost every battle he’s been (where he didn’t play sidekick to Space Marines) in till Gathering Storm.

Farsight and Shadowsun reverse this trend somewhat, thankfully, but the result is that they are absolutely despised. Sadly, predictably almost, Shadowsun is he lightning rod for this hate, and many get incensed that the Raven Guard Chapter Master was simply used to show off her skills. Where was this outrage when a dozen different Ork Warbosses and Aeldari Farseers and Autarchs were used to show off the skills of Space Marine Special Characters? Its absolutely hypocritically, and worryingly focused on female characters.

Same thing happens with Celestine. She dies against Kharn, which is seen as perfectly fine, yet Kaldor is permitted to slay Mortarion, Dante and Marneus to slay the Swarmlord, but Celestine being allowed to actually win a fight is seen as a ridiculous notion, even though she’ s a Daemon Princess of the Emperor himself and can call on far vaster powers than a Chapter Master, particularly in battle against the forces of Chaos.

It doesn’t help that even in the dynamics of the greater plot the story of 40k is essentially the story of humans always beating everyone. Their ‘lowest’ moment, the Age of Strife, still saw them ruling most of the galaxy and being in large enough numbers that they formed a galactic civilization in less than a century, with numerous super power bodies such as the Imperium, Mars and the Interex being vastly superior to any Xenos in existence. It comes to a point where the fact that Xenos even exist is surprising to me since, seemingly, no matter what Xenos will always lose any conflict with humans they have, and have basically been shunted to such backwater peripheries that the most dangerous Ork is an Ork who has only ever won a single fight and cannot defeat a tendril of Leviathen smaller thant he tendril already defeated by the Imperium at Baal.

This is without even then exploring how no Xenos Character can ever match a Chapter Master, let alone a Primarch. We have a setting where Chapter Masters have already slain the Swarmlord, the Avatar of Khaine, Ann’grath, Skarbrand etc. and yet these Chapter Masters are nothing compared to the Primarchs themselves who are now returning to dominate the setting. For crying out loud Ahriman defeats Yvraine, the Yncarne and the Visarch alone in their own book introducing them! Yet a single hammer blow from Arjac defeated him in Wrath of Magnus.

What do I do? Or rather, why are Games Workshop and Black Library so unwilling to portray Xenos in any sort of significant light? This isn’t about dropping Space Marines, they are the most popular, no doubt, but does being the most popular mean they should be better than everyone at everything? That they should win 90% of everything? That their characters should outclass every other faction’s characters at everything? 

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

EmpsXReader? Now now, this is still the Eldar.

Obviously, it is "Reader X Emps". Of course he bottoms, they love the entire "taming the beast" archetype. It depends if it is Drukhari fiction which is pretty rough and physical, or Aeldari fiction which among Drukhari gets meme'd as "they were both bottoms.jpg"

I wonder if in 30k the Aeldari and Drukhari were observing the Emperor's little webway project like

Why, yes, he is potentially an existential threat, but look at that dimensional drill go!

[aggresivemenace]

A Note to the Reader:

A perfectly reasonable question may arise:

Madame Van Tannen, have you lost your mind?! These are xenos- deadly, vicious creatures who wish nothing but death upon us humans!

And in some ways, you would be right.

Xenos can indeed be dangerous when they feel the need to defend themselves. Nearly all of humanity’s encounters with their kind have been forged in the fires of war and conflict. It is no wonder, then, that we have come to see them only as a threat.

Undoubtedly, some races are more aggressive than others. But you cannot begin to imagine how deeply peace and pleasure matter to all sentient beings. So much so that, for a moment - for just one fleeting touch - they may be willing to set aside their aggression entirely. With some exceptions, but still.

𝕬𝖗𝖘 𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆: 𝖃𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖘

Fem!Reader explores sexual relationship with various xenos...starting off with Eldars.

pt. 1

So, you've chosen to step beyond the rigid norms of the Imperium and explore the forbidden allure of xenos lovers. Whether driven by curiosity, desire, or a need for the unknown, this guide will help you navigate such encounters with wisdom, grace, and caution.

1. Aeldari

There is no better way to begin your journey than with them. Eldar pr Aeldaris can be found in almost any marketplace where the Inquisition turns a blind eye - or is paid well enough to look mind their business. You will meet a particular tribe there: Drukhari. Drukhari are easy to recognize: their sharp, ethereal beauty, often accompanied by dark hair and pale skin, sets them apart.

To the Imperium, the Drukhari are known as raiders, ruthless and untamed. And while their moral is questionable, their desires unpredictable, they are not beyond reason. If you seek their company, be genuine. They value honesty - perhaps more than one might expect. Speak openly of your intentions, ask about theirs. More often than not, a Drukhari will not shy away from a fleeting, passionate encounter.

Show them you mean no harm. Leave behind your weapons, your valuables - trust must be built in small gestures. And if caution lingers in your heart, it would be wise to bring along a companion, someone to watch over you should the night take an unexpected turn. Yet, I must confess, my own encounters with these xenos have been nothing but exhilarating.

Drukhari, like all Eldar, are breathtakingly beautiful to the human eye. They are tall and elegantly built, with delicate, refined features. Their bodies are both muscular and slender, shaped with an almost unnatural grace.

In intimacy, Drukhari are uninhibited and passionate. The men of their kind, in particular, welcome encounters with human women. Many of my lovers have confessed that they find the differences between humans and their own kind alluring. Eldar are creatures of deep desire, and for such moments, it is best to find a secluded place - a tent, a quiet chamber, or a hidden retreat far from prying eyes.

They are also highly expressive in bed, unafraid to let their pleasure be heard. They moan, they whisper, they speak to their partner - sometimes slipping into their own rich, complex language, their words full of passion.

You will have many chances to encounter this elusive and enigmatic race. Though they may not always be the most trustworthy, they are, without a doubt, one of the most open to human interaction xeno race - especially in the world of trade and negotiations.

Now, a few words about anatomy:

The males of this race do not differ much from human men in this regard, except that they tend to be longer and are sometimes adorned with various piercings. The Drukhari have a deep love for ornamentation, and their bodies are no exception.

Aeldari are a highly fertile race, so I strongly advise using the strongest contraceptives available, preferably those containing the herb Ferula. Personally, I relied on a potion known as Tigress Bite, a remedy once lent to me by none other than the wife of Primarch Leman Russ himself. However, if you seek it for yourself, you may find it in the markets of Hedeby on Fenris.

[springtimeishere]

I just HAD to read this out loud lmao 🤣

I was laugh and giggling the whole time (just like the damned xeno probably 💀)

Powerful drukkhari pirate in in a real funk. The things that used to bring them pleasure no longer does it for them. Drugs? Bah. Sex? Yawn. Torture? So last century. Murder? Boooring? All those things at once? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Everything is just endless monotony and that's the worst kind of torment there is for a drukkhari.

That's when you step in. A recently promoted member of the Inquisition of the Ordo Xenos. And you have been given the task of killing the drukkhari pirate in the name of the God-Emperor.

And for some reason, you just tickle them pink. Like, you are the funniest and most exciting thing that has happened to them in thousands of years. You might hate them with a passion but they are just laying in their bed, kicking their feet with excitement while thinking about how you might try to kill them next.

Loves to banter with you and keeps sending you letters gushing about how fun it is 'playing' with you and how they look forward to next time. You have vowed to kill them as painfully as possible for these continuous insults.

[beckyninja]

I don't see near enough content for the Space Elves. This was delightful!

You've mentioned that drukhari/aeldari are your personal interest. Do you have any fun headcanons about you'd like to share or thoughts about a potential relationship with a baseline human? 👀👀👀

I love the regular big boys but the space elves just tickle a different part of my brain and there's a severe lack of content for them in the wh40k tumblr fandom 😩😩

to be fair, there's a lack of content from gw for them as well... not through lack of their writers trying, i'm sure. i hope.

aeldari

falling for you

they don’t want to be interested in you, but they can’t help it. everything you do becomes something they yearn for. you throw away a notebook? they’ve kept it. studied it; taken everything they can from it because they think its their only way to know the real you. human emotion becomes a hook for them, though they’d never ask you for it. it’s almost a personal challenge, how they can make you laugh, see you smile, burn with confidence that they’d not expected. but if you’re sad or they see you cry? they’d be prepared to move heaven and earth for you. but, they’re fearful of what having such feelings for you, a human, might do for them. this fear will make them come across as them being utterly condescending, because how could someone like you become important to them without a reason? their inner thoughts and anxieties that are very very rarely shared will be a reoccurring problem. when they’re past that, they’re all yours. “in another lifetime, this would have been easy. unfortunately, fate has not been written that way.”

light moments

they’d never let you be in a situation where harm would come to you. they’d chastise themselves over a bruise you got, even if it was accidental or unavoidable. their protection is because they simply couldn’t live without you. and that can go even further. they are terrified of a life without you, and they’re ashamed to even admit it. every part of you is sacred to them. they’d learn each curve of your body, each scar, freckle, mark, line, etc. they’d know the causes, the stories, trace every scar like scripture and worship you until the end of time, wondering why they’d been cursed to have a kindred spirit with such fragile mortality. sharing parts of their life is important to them too. they shouldn’t share so much with you, but they want to. their patronising demeanours would begin to fade overtime. they’d be irritated you couldn’t speak their tongue perfectly but even if it frustrates them, they’d quietly find it adorable. if ever you reached for them, in your sleep or if you were worried, it would shatter them. they’d be stunned to silence as they begin to contemplate just how much you mean t them. you’re their salvation. but your life is so short. too short. “you’re the only thing in this galaxy that feels real to me.”

dark moments

they’d never understand what they feel. sometimes they’re cold, clinical. feeling doesn’t sink through with what they are doing and you may find yourself questioning how much you mean to them. you know they care, but how much they care could be debated – they’re partially afraid to show it (because that makes it real) and partially forget that the trivial nature of love is important to you. if you hurt them, even unintentionally, that feeling is doubled. tripled. every part of them they worked to build past comes right back to them. but they never allow themselves to hurt you in return. they don’t think that’s fair. they could be so cruel, but they never allow themselves to be with you – and maybe that makes it worse sometimes. but no matter what, they’d come back to you, always seek you out, wanting you right back with them no matter what the cost. they may seem a bit controlling. they think they know what’s best for you and only want to help, its never meant to be more than that. most definitely argumentative to the highest degree and always think they are right, arguing a case even when they realise they might be wrong. that can be infuriating. “this has never been easy for me. think clearly, and you’ll see things how i see them.”

intimate moments

did you ever know an eldar could be so shy? they worry they won’t be enough for you, ironically, concerned that they'd not be able to fulfil your needs (though outwardly, they'll be a little arrogant and despondent about it). they'll never beg, but they will act like they did. they'll worship you again, they'll use their mouth for hours before moving on. the way you writhe beneath them has their body shuddering. typically submissive, so eager to please and do well, but they can hold the leash of dominance if required (and of course, there is the occasional outlier - but even then they're at the behest of your pleasure). hours mean nothing to them, they’d go for days if you were able to, just to prove their feelings to you. anything intimate is a ritual for them, really. “you rival even the stars. won’t you let me have one more taste?”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

drukhari

falling for you

you’re a challenge they feel like they need to beat but accidentally start to catch feelings for you – then channel that energy straight into everything but love (but they do love you, its just… not that easy for them). at first they just mock you and everything you live by. it’s a defence for them, a way for them to hide from anything buried beneath. so fragile compared to them, such a small little soul that they should have just killed when they got the chance. but they didn’t; instead they’re sitting on a wall watching, completely fascinated. they’re intrigued by your softness and your warmth. the first time you try to hug them they are frozen in place. they ask for more on the pretence of conductive research. they like the way their fingertips sink into your flesh. and a kiss? its like a fatal wound. this is almost a slow burn romance with them as they realise you mean more to them than anything, anyone else. “don’t confuse my clemency for anything other than my need to see you breathe.”

light moments

you mean everything to them. they watch you sleep. watch you eat. watch you fumble around with clothes every time you get dressed and prance around without their grace. they’d find things that reminded you of them, another more human pleasure they’d picked up on, but it’s always something that has a piece of them in it too. like your name carved into a bone that reminded them of your own. or a blade custom made for your liking. they’ll never admit its so they can see you smile. they start to listen to you, unwisely most of the time. if you said stop, they would hesitate. no one else’s words would even reach them. however, they also think that they can impress you by demonstrating their excellence in murder. eventually they’ll settle for impressing you with other things they can do with their hands. your pleasures accidentally become their comforts. they didn’t understand why the softness of a pillow mattered at first. thought how you made your tea was over the top. but now they crave it because it reminds them of you – a connection to something they’ve never had before. they’d protect you from the entire galaxy if they needed to – you’re the only thing they don’t want to destroy after all. love doesn’t really exist, not to them. but you give them a feeling that they can run off for years, and they never ever want to let it go. you taught them how to feel. that’s more than they can ask from anyone. “such a little thing, i sometimes find myself wondering how we even ended up in the same world.”

dark moments

possessiveness incarnate. if anyone so much as looks at you they are planning their death. don’t ask and they won’t tell, but really, they’d love to say how many necks they’ve cut just for your smile and may make slight references to it. it may take a while for them to realise you don’t want them to kill anyone for you, even as proof of their affection. they may seem like they don’t care. pain isn’t the same for you and them. they can argue with you, they can make you feel so small and remind you that they could have killed you a thousand times over but they don’t. so how do they not care? they’d struggle to change their mind, expecting you to just realise. they’ll always seek you out though. the regret would silently ruin them, so they’d never leave a moment to simmer bitterly between you, never want to spend a night away from you with the beginnings of regret bordering on their minds. they’d rather you hate them than leave them. so they sometimes push things to the extreme. they shouldn't, but they do. especially when learning that your fear isn’t as enjoyable as your love. “even death won’t provide you an escape from me. fortunately.”

intimate moments

the switchiest of any xenos, obviously. they can be your pet, they can be your owner. both, if you want. they want you to stroke their hair and choke them, and they’ll do the same right back. anything you want, of course. because its your sounds and your taste that feeds them at the end of the day. teasing is a love language, in as many ways as you can think. words, touching, biting; they have a billion and one ways to make you frustrated and overwhelmed at the same time. hearing you say thank you is a blessing. could be for one of those gifts, could be because they let you climax, could be because they chose to not end your life. but don’t worry, their love means you’re always rewarded. prepare for overstimulation, begging, ties and being watched - they're happy to watch you go solo too. don't worry, they'll take good care of you afterwards. sex to them may be meaningless, but with you its different. prepare to beg, a thousand times over. “did i say that you could stop begging, pet? back on your knees.”

this is your sign to request eldar content from me. i even have eldar ocs. tell me what you want, i'll provide.

[nereidof40k]

I love this. It gets better and better.

Powerful drukkhari pirate in in a real funk. The things that used to bring them pleasure no longer does it for them. Drugs? Bah. Sex? Yawn. Torture? So last century. Murder? Boooring? All those things at once? Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Everything is just endless monotony and that's the worst kind of torment there is for a drukkhari.

That's when you step in. A recently promoted member of the Inquisition of the Ordo Xenos. And you have been given the task of killing the drukkhari pirate in the name of the God-Emperor.

And for some reason, you just tickle them pink. Like, you are the funniest and most exciting thing that has happened to them in thousands of years. You might hate them with a passion but they are just laying in their bed, kicking their feet with excitement while thinking about how you might try to kill them next.

Loves to banter with you and keeps sending you letters gushing about how fun it is 'playing' with you and how they look forward to next time. You have vowed to kill them as painfully as possible for these continuous insults.

[moociaoafterdark]

Hmm... I take it, Drukhari's Reader x Emperor is something like this? [TW: WRITTEN EROGURO ABOUT EMPS]

I wonder if in 30k the Aeldari and Drukhari were observing the Emperor's little webway project like

Why, yes, he is potentially an existential threat, but look at that dimensional drill go!