#konrad curze x oc

[idle-skull]

Freaks (Affectionate)

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

A Piece of Innocence: The Vision

Summary: Konrad Curze doesn't believe in innocence. But still he finds it in you, not noticing the madness. Because he himself is mad.

Konrad Curze/fem!Reader (Vulkan/fem!Reader background)

Warnings: yandere, obsession

Word count: 1509

Author's Note: This entire series or drabbles (hard to say) is an attempt to write a story from the perspective of an unreliable narrator. So some facts may deliberately contradict each other. Especially considering that Konrad could see several versions of the future. This means that history itself also has many paths.

Song: Avenged Sevenfold - A Little Piece of Heaven

Before the story begins Is it such a sin For me to take what's mine Until the end of time?

The foggy world Anua was pitiful. They surrendered to the Night Lords immediately. The Legion did not even need to show the recordings from the planet, which nevertheless decided to resist. For a moment it seemed to Konrad Curze that this planet would soon break out in rebellion. It is only trying to avert his gaze, to deceive.

But having descended to the surface, the primarch realized that these people would never go against the Imperium. There were catastrophically few people here for the whole planet. About a million. As the local rulers later explained, too many wars were fought on Anua and the world was engulfed in plague many times. As a result, humanity almost disappeared.

And only crumbs of the former world remained. There were strict laws here, but preaching mercy. People did not kill each other, did not steal, did not rape. There were no wars here, people did not know how to fight. Peace reigned here. Anua was the world that Konrad wanted to build on Nostramo.

Lie. Illusion. It doesn't happen that way. Wrong.

Vulkan tried to assure Konrad that he was mistaken (alas, their ships were heading in the same direction, the company was conducted together). But Konrad didn't believe it. There is no such thing as innocence (Vulkan can lie to himself as much as he wants, but Curze knows the truth; they both are monsters).

As soon as the servant of the people (as the rulers of Anua were called; hypocrites) learned about imperial technologies, he immediately beamed. And he asked whether the Imperium could heal wounded souls, peaceful people whose minds had been damaged. Vulkan assured that Terra would show them such mercy and the ruler decided to show the “unclean” irregular creatures who were like this from birth. Because of biochemicals that were once used in warfare.

About 30 people, no more. They were all kept in a special house where they were monitored. They looked after and cared for. They were useless, but mercy was dictated in Anua. Konrad only laughed to himself at this stupidity, but when he saw these unclean ones with his own eyes, he realized that he was mistaken. Fulgrim said that such a feeling could be experienced at the sight of a painting, listening to music, or in the arms of a lover.

Feeling beautiful. They were wonderful.

Men and women, even children, were walking around the garden. Some laughed like madmen, others looked at one point. One man tried to walk on all fours. Two little twin girls desperately tried to blend in in the same clothes, despite the entreaties of the peepers. There was no malice in them, there was no violence or anything wrong in them. They are...

“They are mad,” Vulkan whispered in horror.

Innocent.

“I hoped that you could help them,” whispered the servant of the people, wiping away tears. What a fake. - “Alas, our genes were damaged. Many are weak, we would die if not for our technology. But some people are born with some kind of damage to the brain. They don't understand what they are doing. They don't understand this world. And if you took them to Terra and studied them in order to save them-"

“No,” the primarch’s whisper feels more like steel. Many keepers turn their attention to them, trembling like rats. But not innocent, no. They were in their own world.

"No?" - the ruler is shaking disgustingly, sweat flows down his forehead.

"No. They are innocent. They're fine. They shouldn't change." - The primarch curls his lips and walks forward. He is not going to listen to the pleas of a mortal or the entreaties of Vulkan. This world is wonderful, Konrad did not intend to drag it into the mud.

He wandered around the garden for a long time. Even too much. In Anua the bright sun shone, unlike Nostramo. But still, it didn’t hurt his eyes so much because of the fog here. The whole valley was like a dream. Perhaps he would have continued to wander around the garden before returning to Nightfall. But he met you.

Or rather, you met him. Saw him from afar and decided to follow. You were afraid of his pale skin and the unnatural blackness of his eyes, Konrad knew this. But he felt, he heard, he saw in your every movement that you were afraid of everything. It’s as if a stranger finds herself in another world, too different from her own.

“Did you come from the sky?” - you quickly babble a question and hide behind a tree. Konrad can only see your small hand and the left side of your face. Curiosity was eating you up. - “Are there other creatures living on the stars? Are we not alone?

You didn't even consider him as a human. Konrad just chuckled at your words, but you continued to watch. You waited until he stopped laughing and answered your question. But a man could kill you right here and no one would know. But your innocence was eating you up.

And devoured him.

"Yes. Yes, I came from the skies.” - the man almost suffocates, looking at your small figure. - “From a world where only night reigns. I ruled there for many, many years. Night Haunter. That's how they called me.”

You look at him carefully, looking him up and down. Konrad did not get his name as an ordinary man or primarch, he was a ghost to his world. The Hand That Wounds. Fulgrim explained to him that it was easier for people to call him Konrad, so he must accept a “gift” from his father the Emperor...

“Beautiful name,” you whisper quietly and completely hide behind the tree. And yet you have to leave your shelter as soon as you hear the call for dinner. You're tender and sweet, weak as a bird, getting tangled up in your legs as you run up the hill. But you still manage to shout after him. - “Goodbye!”

Innocence. A wonderful naivety that the Night Haunter never dreamed of seeing. Right before his eyes, it flew away, led by alien voices, villains in sheep's clothing who dream of tearing it apart. Who wants to remake you into something “normal”.

A pale face is painted with a predatory smile, and a shrill laugh sweeps through the quiet garden. Saliva runs down his chin, which Konrad immediately licks. He shouldn't be seen in this state. He looked and behaved nobly when he became ruler of Nostramo, so why did he sometimes have seizures?

That's what Fulgrim liked to say. But the Phoenician did not see what Konrad saw. He did not see his terrifying future, which would tear him in half. You didn't see your future either. And to his surprise and delight, the Night Haunter was also unaware of how your fate would turn out.

***

“You can't do this.” - the primarch of the Night Lords hisses almost like a snake. His entire appearance evokes desperate horror among mortals. But not Vulkan.

"I can. I also participated in this campaign. I stepped on this earth with you.” - His brother’s red eyes seethe with anger, but he does his best to restrain it. If only the people dear to him would not think that he was the same monster. - “The people of Anua need help and I will give it to them. Terra has the best medicine possible, we can save them.”

“You will kill them.”

Konrad saw it. Saw what the best minds of Terra would do. They will open the brains of the unfortunate victims and conduct experiments on them. They will understand how to avoid this mutation, they will understand how to create a new weapon with a worse effect. And the dead bodies of the innocent will be thrown into the pit because they will no longer be needed. Vulkan will regret this, oh, he will suffer and blame himself.

“I made a decision. Don’t try to convince me or stop me.”

But not now. Now the primarch has turned into a dragon, ready to pounce on anyone. Konrad knew that he could leave his brother, convince him to give up this idea, preserve his innocence... but that future was so far away. It was impossible.

“You can do whatever you want with Anua. Let this world be under your protection, I don’t care. But only on one condition.” - Vulkan looks at the primarch incredulously, but Konrad doesn’t care. He didn't see you among the bodies. Didn't see your death. You will live.

“I’ll take one person. Only one. She will live, I will not harm her. I will even allow you to meet in the future so that you can be convinced of the truthfulness of my words.”

Vulkan is silent, peering intently into the primarch’s face. He doesn't want to sacrifice even one person. But he knows better than to oppose Curze. Otherwise, then he would have to pay with too many lives.

"She?"

Night Haunter smiles with all his might, hiding his growing madness.

[kit-williams]

Consequences

Male Lead: Konrad Curze/Solruthis Uadasha/The Night Haunter (Sol being his nickname) Female Lead: Reader/Sorsollia (sun that illuminates)

I'm sorry I love Zalgo text a lot it says HIS

tw: yandere, broken bones, physical assault, torture

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Another successful compliance! As they didn't receive as much fighting as he had forseen but he was certain that would please Sorsollia. The smile on his face disappears seeing another scribe there waiting for him... you were the main scribe they were to collect when he had to do these frivolous talks of what he had done.

The other scribe bows their head and he feels a sense of anger... perhaps disgust that someone else is here... but he swallows the feeling and gets the talk over with. As they are packing up their tablet he stops them. "Where is Sorsollia?"

There is an upturn in their heartbeat, "She hasn't been feeling well. I don't know what she is sick with all I know is that she's off rotation for some time." LIAR his mind hisses but he knows his Sorsollia will be displeased if the only other Scribe that he has 'dained to be in his presence is dismissed.

"Thank you." He dismisses them as he sits and broods. His Sorsollia is alive... he would have been told otherwise. So he simply waits for a few hours... and waits... and waits... and waits. Sorsollia does not come... she does not message... there is silence... and Solruthis Usdasha does not like this.

He moves with the flickering lights... they turn off long enough for him to move to the next hall... to cram himself into the next crevice. Humans are surprisingly unaware creatures though many are Nostroman he passes... he frowns as he heads into the part of the ship that is inhabited by those who do not like it being so dark. Here the prey tends to act skittish... as he watches how one person turns on their heels when they see the hallway lights flicker hiding his movements. The soft nope from their lips would normally make him smile but he is on a mission.

He could easily also push himself into the service halls and move around that way but no... this is his ship and he can slink about how ever he pleases. He comes to her door pushing his thumb over the reader and overriding her locks... after all it is his ship he is the skeleton key.

He moved with unnatural quietness into her abode; spacious given her rank it had two rooms compared to the typical singular room. His ears moved as he heard her pained hiss.

Sorsollia winced as she dabbed the cotton ball against the cut on her forehead her non dominant arm in a sling as her broken wrist was splinted. Most of the swelling on her face had gone down just leaving the ugly bruising. She sniffled hard feeling herself want to tear up and cry again, her eyes went up freezing as there was someone- "Sol?" Her voice cracked as she turned around.

The fearful beating of her heart died as he knew that rushing hopeful beat. His mind was terrifyingly silent as he took a step closer... as he gently grabbed her face and turned her toward him... it was so quiet when he looked over her face... someone had beaten his Sorsollia. Someone had harmed his Sorsollia while he was away. His eyes look at her broken wrist and splinted fingers too he knew a threat he knew what a threat to someone's livelyhood looked like. His thumb absentmindedly wiping away the tears rolling down her cheeks as her legs give way and she lets out a dispared wail. A wail that normally excites him... and oh how it still excited him in a different way. He pulls her out of the small room of the bathroom and holds her close. "Oh my Sorsollia what happened? Did the head scribe order this?" His voice suddenly went cold at the thought of someone abusing her because they were on a power trip.

"No! No... no... no... I don't-"

"Don't lie to me. Sorsollia you know I don't like lying. Don't protect the scum." He snarls holding her tightly, "They must be punished... I am a Primarch no one-"

"I don't know who they were." She sobs into his chest afraid of the repercussions but her Sol was there. "They came to me when you were gone. They didn't tell me who they worked for but to only edit a few documents to make their lord look better. I assume they were thugs for some noble. Because one of them had to have been one... because I talked back to him I was too comfortable in my position working for you because they didn't like a scribe talking back to them." Her voice strained at the end as the tears ran harder. "They knew which hand was my dominant one... so they broke my wrist of the other one to send a message." She was so very ugly when she cried... utterly distressed and distraught.

"And you still told them no?" He probes.

"They told me that they would be back and to use this time to consider it." She hiccups softly.

"When they come back I want you to agree." He says holding her. "I'll make sure I find out who they are and who their employer is." He whispers to her as she sobs into his shirt. Solruthis Uadasha finally truly comes out... there has been a great injustice inflicted upon his charge... upon his Sorsollia. And he will make them pay.

She was withdrawn... hardly holding the name Sorsollia but he played his role just as she did. They stayed apart as he played the distant ruler and not the attentive lover and she hardly needed goading into her role of the cowed submissive. He held her the night he came back... as she was tired and sleep wasn't coming to her... she was afraid and clung to him but for now she was by herself.

Konrad leaned back on his throne as the chirping of the small cogitatior he planted in her room. His impassive face split into an insane grin as he watches how the three... no four, his eyes spy the man at the door, "faceless" mooks walk with such false swagger. His nails dig into his seat as her arm is grabbed and Sorsollia collapses to her knees trying to get her wounded arm free. Konrad had sat and tended to her wounds to soothe her as she had been living in such sweet fear for days.

His dark eyes narrow at the hand touching his Sorsollia far too affectionately. Konrad gritted his teeth in that manic grin feeling the teeth chipping before healing. But once they were gone he quickly collected his Sorsollia taking the document they wanted her to improve and the name of the noble that had the AUDACITY to threaten what was H̷̨̭́̿Ḭ̴̏̕S̷̢͇̐. He hid her away in his room as Solrithis Uadasha got to work.

The lookout lay dead and blind... his tongue shredded to ribbons as they went down without saying anything. His torture felt much like an afterthought much just like their role in all of this. The two guards who had beaten and broken his Sorsollia's wrist he was careful in the application of pressure and pulling away... breaking more and more of their bones and perhaps like a Drukhari he twisted their useless limbs into unnatural shapes as the two bleated for death and each day he brought them closer and closer with more and more bones breaking and each day they did not expire he continued to crush and twist.

The lower noble who felt so big to be perhaps within the fucked up standards of society be able to get away with beating the personal scribe of a Primarch. Perhaps he had the right.... perhaps he did... but unfortunately for him he picked the wrong Primarch to try and get away with this crime. He had cut off the hand that he had dared touch what was his and was slowly peeling it bit by bit and feeding the flesh back to him.

Sorsollia was far too kind for her own good... he'd have to see what the laws from where she was were like... He pushed the flesh into the mans mouth grinning. "You know she said that the sins of the father don't pass on." He laughed, it was a hideous laugh one of disbelief that he held affection for someone so blind to the cruelty of the universe. And yet he hesitated to rip the veil from her eyes because once he did that... he was certain she would see the disgusting creature that he was. He craved her affection... he craved her attention... he craved her seeing him as a man. She couldn't be blind to everything... she was a legion scribe... she knew the methods.

There was a nasty thought planted in his mind now... the paranoia and mistrust rearing its ugly head... he left the torture room unable to find satisfaction in conducting the punishments until he figured out why. "Sorsollia." He said entering the room wiping the blood from his hands as she paused what she was listening too looking over at him from the lit corner of his room.

"Yes?"

"I need to know something." He walked over.

"Of course I live to serve." She said with a genuine smile but that only heightened his paranoia.

"Why did you want to work for my legion? We are perhaps the most cruel ones... and you had personally applied."

"I had personally applied for both your legion and the blood angels." Her lips became a thin line as she thought of words, "While I don't agree with the methods you employ... your rate of compliance compared to the body count is a good ratio. Um..."

"Speak."

"I just don't agree with it... but it leans more into the necessary evil. Not that you are evil Sol." Sorsollia quickly adds, "Just all of this... the great crusade... perhaps there is a selfishness in my part for hoping that I'm on the correct side of history... instead of simply being a conscientious objector... that maybe this will all be worth it in the end. But what do I know of war and combat... I'm just a helpless Scribe." She says looking at her wrist, "I chose you for the low ratio of bodies to compliance."

"And Sanguninius?" He says not betraying the way his hearts were twisting at the thought of his Sorsollia being in the Great Angel's company... being his Scribe. Konrad wants to claw his scalp at the anxiety that bubbles over at the thought of her being enamored with the perfect angel.

"I've heard he is kind. He gives many chances to accept the imperium's generous offer... but I've heard that the Blood Angels can be... scary. " She nervously laughs, "Me talking about how scared I am of the Blood Angels when I work for the Night Lords. I probably sound stupid..." He's noticed since she's been attacked how critical of herself she has been.

He pulls her into his arms his long fingers combing through her hair, "Sorsollia." He listens for her hum, "In a couple of days this will all be over. I want you to return to being yourself."

The pitying smile she gave him nearly had him snarling, "You're very bad at comforting but I appreciate the attempt. Just..." Her voice sounded so small, "Please promise me this won't happen again? Just... I thought I was safe and-" Her voice breaks as tears flow.

Giving her his child would let everyone know who she was... it would make sure no one would touch her... He kisses away her tears, "Shhh Sorsollia I swear upon one of my hearts that it won't happen again."

That gets her to smile, "If I'm keeping track that means you've sworn on both of your hearts so far."

"So it is. I've already taken care of the thugs that hurt you. They've been punished."

She just nods and hides her face in his chest, "I should probably go back to my room."

"One more day Sorsollia. You slept so fitfully last sleeping cycle... it would make me worry to find out you've been struggling to sleep. And I need to make sure you are comfortable so your wrist and fingers heal."

"Okay Sol. One more night." She sighs happily just feeling that she'll soon be able to put this all behind her. For Konrad he was thinking of what he was going to do to the noble who was so eager to get the Primarch's gaze... oh the dark grin on his face as he certainly had it now. He gave his Sorsollia a kiss on the forehead and swore that the sparkle to her eyes was slowly returning and that made his hearts sing.

[green-square-anon]

I have no idea if this is "obvious" yet because it has been part of my internal headcanon for so long that it feels like it is "known" but I nver explicitly wrote about it I think. The idea is basically the kid inherited all of his energy but none of his sadism, AND the mother being the type to tease Konrad Curze he got some gremlin traits from her too, as well as the genetics of a woman dumb enough to try dating the nighthaunter.

So their kid is a dumbass.

I've litterally had some variation of the sentence "He was like the mind of a hyper active puppy in the body of the nighthaunter" in my heads for MONTHS as as some remark that was said about him by some space marine but I couldn't find a way to fit it in.

You guys have no idea how much "stuff" I have that is one of lines that are basically "canon" to me but I never posted because "it would just sound dumb out of context" (for some reason I'm obsesed with qoutes said by other people to describe things, like "things overheard at ___" style) or, because most of the lore here actually originates from me dicking around with chatbots then my brain creates a whole fucking world, I'll write something while rping chatbots and be like "damn, this sounds fucking good. This would be an excellent line in a fic" then it never sees the light of day because i have no story or context to shove it in. The fact that other people do "Extremely shortform" content like one liner posts is really encouraging for me in a way because it's like "huh, that can be done"- Tough it probably needs some refining. Bullet point lists too. I gotta thank @wxnheart for being really supportive of me in dms too.

I ought to make a post that is just "things that sounded good with chatbots but couldn't fit anywhere else. Or should I split them up individually and tags characters and such?

Edit: OH! forgot to mention. I've conisdered tagging those "canon" things with "core" when I do post them. If anyone cares (that's not a "please pity me", I tend not to care about ocs so I just expected the same back. Only to find out some people actually do like ocs and it's just me).

@lemon-russ @ms--lobotomy @beckyninja

Konrad Curzes child is sitting with their parents. Both parents have long hair and the child pulls at their mothers hair to get her attention. The child is gently told not to do that because "Mommy is a bit more fragile than a primarch, that hurts mommy." The child looks up with those big wide eyes and nods in understanding and apoligizes. Then turns around and yanks Konrads hair with full force.

[ms--lobotomy]

WH40K MASTERLIST

PRIMARCH LISTS "Would you still love me if I were a worm," [gn] First Kiss [gn] How many geese do you think I can take in a fight? [gn] Bear Prep Time [gn] Primarchs and Praise Kinks (NSFW) [f] Are y'all down for some heresy? (NSFW) [f] PRIMARCH COCK (NSFW) [gn]

EMPEROR OF MANKIND Perpetuals [f]

MALCADOR THE SIGILITE Girldad (Platonic) [f]

LION EL'JONSON Building a Family (NSFW) [f] He's Old Now, That's Pretty Cool [f] Pollen (feat. Leman) (NSFW) [m]

FULGRIM Insecure [gn] - [x] [x] Daemon (NSFW) [f] How to Handle Someone from the 3rd Millenium? (feat. Guilliman) (NSFW) [f] Fulgrim Fucks You On Both Cocks And Then Takes You To His Place (NSFW) [f]

PERTURABO Caught Princess [f]- [x] [x] Slice of Life [gn] A Gift (NSFW) [f] Legion Mother (NSFW) [f]

JAGHATAI KHAN Riding (NSFW) [f]

LEMAN RUSS The Thing You Told Me Not To [f] Wife Guy Leman Russ (NSFW) [f] Sandwich (ft. Magnus, NSFW) [gn] Sleepy (Drabble) [gn] Pollen (feat. Lion) (NSFW) [m]

ROGAL DORN Falling Asleep [f] Fertile (NSFW) [f]

KONRAD CURZE Follow Me [gn] Y'ALL FUCK (NSFW) [f] Under the Weather [gn] First With a Partner [gn] Finger [gn]

SANGUINIUS "I have done nothing wrong in my life," [gn] Bleed [gn] Egg (NSFW) [f] Get Bent Bald Boy (ft. Horus) [gn]

FERRUS MANUS Nightmares (NSFW) [f] Episode [x] [x] [gn] Eurydice [gn, they pronoun used] Under the Table (NSFW) [f?]

ANGRON You Smoke Angron Out And Then He Eats You Out (And More) (NSFW) [f] First Night (Post Nails) [gn]

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN Painfully Hard in Public (NSFW) [f] How to Handle Someone from the 3rd Millenium? (feat. Fulgrim) (NSFW) [f]

MORTARION The Merman [gn, afab body]- [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8 (NSFW)] [9 (NSFW)] Aftercare (NSFW) [gn] Meeting (NSFW) [f]

MAGNUS THE RED Sandwich (ft. Leman, NSFW) [gn] Pounding Magnus the Red in the Butt (NSFW) [m] Sick [m]

HORUS LUPERCAL Warmaster (NSFW) [f] Belt Loops [m] Songbird (NSFW) [f] Get Bent Bald Boy (ft. Sanguinius) [gn] Hope You Don't Have Tokophobia For This One [f]

LORGAR AURELIAN Ancient Lullaby [gn]

VULKAN "IMMA BEAT YOUR ASS UP" [f] Sleeping In (NSFW) [m]

CORVUS CORAX

ALPHARIUS

EZEKYLE ABBADON Companion (NSFW) [f]

CALLADAYCE TAUROVALIA KESH Go get Him, Cal! [gn] gay sex (NSFW) [f]

LUCIUS THE ETERNAL Your Ugly Dog Boyfriend Does Some Pred/Prey With You (NSFW) [m]

CATO SICARIUS I don't even know. It's smut. Have fun. (NSFW) [f] Peg That Blue Boy (NSFW) [gn]

TYPHUS THE TRAVELER Lab Rat (NSFW) [f]

OCS Hutri (Iron Hands, quasi-husbandry?)- First Minis- [x]

Aion (Alpha Legion)- [x]

...and more to come! remind me to pretty up my list i have no idea how to do that on mobile

[iluminatka16]

The Bat And The Cat

Tags: Konrad Curze x f!oc, chaotic fluff, cuddling, two menacies to society in too close proximity to each other, air jail

Warnings: mention of torture and suggestion of SA

Summary: The two most stubborn people in the galaxy have a nightmare and need some comfort. Or - how (not) to wake up a primarch.

Word count: 1808

English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

A gentle application of force was enough to make the skin on her abdomen break. In the slums, knives were blunt and often worn out, so the whole process was much more painful. Although she was Perpetual, she still felt pain when someone brought her guts out into the open. She was sitting strapped to a chair when blood gushed from her abdomen, the gritty texture of the leftover fat in her emaciated body visible as day. However, that wasn't the worst of it. In front of her, on the floor, lay the silhouette of a man. His inhumanly handsome and, to many, terrifying face was contorted into a tired grimace. His long black hair was scattered across the floor, and his dark eyes stared into the void. However, she didn't dare look down below, where there was a yawning wound on his neck that separated his head from the rest of his body. She stared silently at the man's body as her executioner continued to cut off his skin and flesh piece by piece. Piece by piece.

Falka rose abruptly, panting. Sweat ran down her forehead, and her heart pounded as if it was about to jump out of her chest. With a trembling hand, she touched her cheek, tracing a wet mark on her skin with her finger. She must have cried in her sleep. She wiped her face with one hand in an attempt to calm down, and with the other she reached down to her abdomen, touching the countless scars that covered it. There was no trace of the wound. Falka sighed quietly. She turned onto her stomach, drawing the pillow to her body. She tried to fall asleep, but she could not get rid of the unpleasant feeling that, like an icy fist, clenched on her heart. She was still angry and raw after their earlier argument, she had no desire to see his face. However, the feeling of unease did not leave her even as she tried to suffocate herself with a fluffy mass, pressing her face into the pillow. After several minutes of trashing, she finally rose furiously to sit down, clasping her hands on the satin material. Cursing under her breath, she stood up and put her slippers on her bare feet. Fucking ship. If it weren't for the fact that they were currently traveling through the Warp, she would have opened a portal and escaped the fucking metal can. As far away from him, his sons and all those memories as possible.

Falka opened the door to her quarters and stepped out into the hallway. She looked crazy to say the least - clad only in a nightgown, she moved through the halls like a phantom. She quickly found herself in front of Konrad's quarters, or better put, chamber. For someone who prided himself on a frugal lifestyle, Curze liked his bedroom to be decorated with splendor. Beds on the Nostramo for the poorest were a luxury, as were many other aspects of daily life. Falka swallowed bitterly at the memory of the musty mat on the floor, which might as well not have been there, that she shared with the woman what gave birth to her, or the later cold floor she was forced to sleep on for most of her teenage years. Their childhood in the shithole had twisted them in various ways, in Konrad's case one of it was an obsession with keeping his bedroom as if he were to house his older brother, Fulgrim.

Not that she was complaining. After all, she spent most of her nights there instead in her quarters.

She passed two Night Lords standing outside the entrance. They didn't question her. Of course they didn't. She had been in Konrad's life too long not to know any of his sons. Even if not by name. She noiselessly opened the door, noting in her mind that if she stopped being angry with Curze she was to tell him about the fact that he should do something about those hinges because they don't make any sound, which is dangerous, and then entered the room. She expected Konrad to hear her footsteps, that when she approached his bed she would find dark eyes pointed accusingly at her and a question about what possessed her at this hour. Fucking bastard.

To her shock, only silence greeted her, punctuated by the quiet, barely audible, buzzing of the ship. Falka felt the blood drain from her face. She walked closer to the bed, fearing she would see the worst. But panic was quickly replaced by relief and involuntary annoyance when a quiet whine came to her ears, and she could see Konrad trashing on the bed. He was mumbling something under his breath, his hands clenched on the sheet, tearing it in several pieces. He was having a nightmare, just like she had a few minutes earlier. Falka knew better than to wake him up when he was like this. Especially when he was in a bad mood before going to bed. The scar on her arm regularly reminded her of this. Having no other choice and perhaps feeling a slight need to teach him a lesson, Falka grabbed one of the pillows on the chair, swung and threw it straight at his face. It bounced off him, snapping him out of his sleep. Konrad growled like an animal visibly shocked by what had happened, his hand instinctively hurling the pillow to the other side of the room.

"What the..." he began, panting. Then his gaze fell on Falka. "What are you just.... YOU LITTLE BITCH, HOW DARE YOU..."

Konrad grabbed the quilt with his hands and uncovered himself. His eyes, as if in a frenzy, passed around the room, trying to understand what was happening. He tried to get up, but was stopped by the small hands on his shoulders. Falka thought she was going to start crying again when she felt the warmth of his skin, indicative of his condition quite far from death. Not that she would have been able to hold him for long - Konrad was more than 3 ft taller than her and somehow twenty times stronger. But it was enough of an element of surprise that she approached him so boldly, doing something most people would have had their guts ripped out for. Not that throwing a pillow at the primarch's pretty face was any less of a crime by any measure.

Without waiting for his sleep-blinded mind to process the information, Falka merely crawled into his lap. Her body clung to his chest, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to listen to the beating of his twin hearts. He was terrified or upset about something. But he was alive. And that was the most important thing. This arrogant, sarcastic asshole was alive. His breathing now quickened, his body tense as the muscles under his skin moved. Falka was so lost in a sense of relief that she ignored Konrad's hostile demeanor and the curses rained down on her. If he wants to pull her away he will do so without a problem. Now she had no intention of moving from her favorite cushion.

She was snapped out of her reverie by a hand pressed against her head. His fingers moved through her ginger strands, untangling one of the tangles that had formed there during her nightly trashing. And slowly, Konrad sank back onto the pillow again, cradling her to his chest.

"Madwoman." He muttered. "What, you aren't angry with me anymore?" His voice, though filled with sarcasm, had no real venom in it.

Falka shifted slightly, searching for the most comfortable spot and muttering quietly. Then she felt Konrad's hand move from her head, to her neck. She was ready to bite him if he got the idea of strangling her, but instead she only felt his fingers finding her pulse point and pressing gently. When he received confirmation that the girl in his arms was indeed alive, Falka could hear the frantic beating of his heartbeat slowly change to a steady one, indicating that he had calmed down. She didn't know why, but at the gesture there was a warmth in her chest that pride wouldn't let her name.

"I had a nightmare." Falka muttered after a moment of silence. She expected the mocking scoff that Konrad liked to use when he was still raw after their arguments. But instead she felt his hand move from her neck to her back and start stroking the skin there. "From that night, when the pimp of the woman who gave birth to me discovered that I could regenerate myself and gave me to my first and last client."

Falka felt Konrad's body tighten. The memory of these people upset him even 300 years after the events. The hand on her back stopped to press her against his chest, trying to protect her from the world. The other, on the other hand, reached for the quilt and forced it over them, covering them with it.

"I still regret that he died so quickly when I skinned him alive." Konrad whispered, her voice this time devoid of sarcasm, turning more into a... purr? It was a rumbling sound from his throat, a tone of voice reserved only for her when she needed comfort or they were relaxed.

For a few seconds, Falka wondered if she should tell him that he had died in that dream, but refrained. Konrad was paranoid and might begin to think that the dream was not a symptom of PTSD after all, but a vision of the future where he would be killed and she tortured.

"And you? You were screaming like a little girl when I found you" Falka asked, sliding her hand over the skin of his arm. She was snapped out of her blissful moment by a light smack to the back of her head. "Ouch, you asshole!"

"Liar."

"I'm telling the truth and I can demonstrate."

"You're the one who's about to scream if you don't calm down."

Falka was about to respond with something clever, but at that moment strong hands pulled her off his chest. For a moment he held her in the air on top of him, wanting to make fun of her low height and how easily he could lift her. The disrespect… Falka with annoyance began to wince, trying to kick him, but the next second she lay safely immobilized between his arms as he rolled to his side and pressed her against him.

"You're choking me!" Falka wheezed out, struggling.

In response, Konrad merely pulled her closer and tucked her head under his chin.

"Good. Suffer.”

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Uff, and my first fic on tumblr is published. Don't come for me for using wrong tags, I'm still learning haha.

[the-raven-lady]

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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WH40K / 30K Drabbles

Primarchs Stalingrad - Rogal Dorn and Guardsman!Reader [gn] - (1.5k words) (Old Blog) - you survive nearly freezing to death, open ending The Haunting - Konrad Curze x Imperial Agent!Reader [gn] - (1k words) (Old Blog) - konrad being a creep Love You To Death - Konrad Curze x Reader [fem, AFAB] - (666 words, rightfully) (Old Blog) - smut Konrad MPreg Drabble - (643 words) - angst Gát - Roboute Guilliman x Reader [gn] - (2.5k words) (Old Blog) - angst Totally Normal Lorgar Womb Tattoo Drabble [fem] - (264 words) (Old Blog) - lewd but not full smut Bedroom Hymns - Lorgar x wife!Reader [fem, AFAB] - (462 words) (Old Blog) - smut Teardrops - Vulkan x Reader [masc] - (420 words) (Old Blog) - fluff Never Know - Guilliman x advisor!Reader [gn] - (1.4k words) (Old Blog) - angst Sugar - Corvus Corax x agent!Reader [fem, AFAB] - (2.1k words) - smut Space Marines Closer - Cato Sicarius x Reader [fem, AFAB] - (1.3k words) - smut White Scar Apothecary (OC) x serf!Reader [gn] - (1k words) - OC: Sarei Fa - astartes blood can extend a human's lifespan

Series

Ebony Coasts (Merfolk!Corvus Corax x Marine Conservationist!Reader [fem]) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7 (NSFW)] - (20k words, finished) (Old Blog) [Saccharine Snippet] - (514 words) (Not) The Savior Your Long For (Night Lord [OC: Elias Rushorik] x serf!Reader [fem]) [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] - (Currently 9.8k, in progress)

𝔐𝔶 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

Elias Rushorik - Night Lords Terminator {Sanrio Enthusiast} - Character Tag - Elias Reference Sheet - Character Bible - Miniature 3D Model

Kyraeus Chough - Raven Guard Dark Fury - Character Tag - Chough Reference Sheet - Miniature 3D Model

Sarei Fa - White Scars Akoghlanlar (Apothecary) - Character Tag

[kit-williams]

I'm using moody's chart to help with this (Thank you @bispecsual and @mothiir for ideas for the final few men)

Mortarion You had intended to call Mortarion Daddy but you had been stunned into silence by the sudden moan from him as he cried out, "Take it Mommy!" As his hands pull you close as he thrusts in deep. Your face flushed as he looks at you with such an intense lustful look... You clench down as he leans in growling, "Be a good Mommy for me..."

Demon Prince!Fulgrim "Such a pretty little Mommy." He says as two of his hands rub over your rounded belly. You whimper not knowing where you are as you lean towards the warm voice. His tail coiling around you, "I might just have to keep you like this... so perfect. My perfect little Mommy."

Lorgar You ride Lorgar hard as you ask him... whose a good boy? "Me Mommy me." He moans back holding your hips helping you ride him as you tell him what a good boy he is...

Horus His mouth was wrapped around a nipple as you could feel the heat from his mouth just helping with the let down. You moaned softly with relief as not quite milk dribbled into his mouth as he worked your nipple with his tongue not wanting to suck too hard. You pet the back of his head closing your eyes, "Such yummy milk Mommy makes." He croons to your swollen stomach...

Perturabo You could hardly understand Perturabos' rambling at this point, he always got like this during sex as he pulled your hips back to his just fucking you like you were some sort of toy. He groans behind you kissing your shoulder, "I don't know if you're prettier now dripping my cum or when you'll become a Mommy." He says as you struggle to stay awake as he now lavishes you with kisses.

Sanguinius Blood was smeared across his face, your blood, he was always so helpful during your heavy periods when he was here. Red wings paint the sides of his mouth as he looks at you with a blissed out look, "Mommy's blood tastes so sweet." He growls before climbing on top...

Yan!Konrad "You'll be such a good Mommy." He says buried deep inside of you, his cock hardly leaving your cunt as his hand rubs your growing stomach. You whimpering and pushing you hips back to his as he continues to praise you.

Yan!Corvus "Mommy likes riding my cock doesn't she?" He croons to you licking your skin as your arms are tied together. He bites away the gag before his tongue occupies your mouth, his chest rumbles as he whispers in your ear, "Mommy is going to make cute little Ravens for me."

Roboute It had slipped out from him during a late night but the way you smelt instantly betrayed your thoughts as it quickly led to you being fucked on his desk, "Please Tell me I'm doing so good Mommy." He moaned in your ear as he listened to you tell him how good he was doing with this nightmare of an empire....

Vulkan You had called him Daddy as an accident. You cover your face with your hands as that brought sex to a pause as he just smiles over you, "I mean I guess I can let you call me Daddy," He says as you peek out from between your fingers utterly embarrassed before his voice drops to a sinful octave, "but only if you let me call you Mommy."

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

Perturabo is the type of guy to want to be called daddy in bed 😭😭

And i would gladly fulfill that desire of his, because if we consult the chart

I would call that man daddy with absolutely no shame or qualms about it. i would do it with a gusto that would concern him

[heinrix]

people you'd like to know better tag ♥

was tagged by @maxthetruman tysm <333

three ships: the ones im currently rotating constantly rn are oz/enver (ofc, they’re a staple in my brain), samael/konrad (a fungus taking over my brain fr), & one i haven’t really talked abt but have had in the back of my brain for sooo long now, osmond/miguel. my oc x canon swag will never be defeated

last film: i need to watch more movies :( but the last one i watched was videodrome. david cronenberg movies save me

currently watching: im still getting through exu: calamity and fantasy high, idk when of if i’ll ever finish them lol (<- is trying to resist the urge to watch a crown of candy again)

currently reading: the night haunter by guy haley. im such a slow reader but it’s everything i want in a book: father issues, complex sibling relationships, cannibalism, & the most mentally ill man in fiction (konrad curze). also it’s incredibly well written going through the most important moments of konrad’s life through flashbacks & his monologues at the corpse statue he created to look like his father

currently consuming: warhammer 40k stuff mostly, technically 30k since im going through primarch lore and horus heresy stuff…there is so much lore and i rlly wanna read the horus heresy books but there’s like 50 of them😭save me audiobooks

currently craving: my friend and i are going to this mexican restaurant in a couple hours so im craving that

never know who to tag for these but uhh @deaths @astarionz @eastgaysian @devonrubinart @baneschosen :3

[idle-skull]

Lark and Konrad doodle

[huntsmanlark]

🗡️ Pinned for Reference 🗡️

• Warhammer OC RP blog

Who is Lark?

• OC x Canon ahead

• Lark is a perpetual who’s home planet is Wisterium. Wisterium is a large hive world that serves as a trade hub for the Imperium, and was once home to the Primarch Ursa Major and the XXth legion.

Adopted and raised into an organization of female spies,—The Ladies of Wisteria—, Lark’s one purpose from a young age was to gather intel and remain inconspicuous whilst doing so; Usually via putting on a feminine and elegant exterior. This however did not bode well for Lark, who knew from a young age that he was different from his sisters, and not in fact a girl as he had been taught to believe.

After lots of ups and downs, rebellions and beatings, he eventually submitted to the life style his Order had wanted for him. For his induction into the LoW, he drank the blood of The Starcrawler, an ancient being living within the core of Wisterium. This is where he gained his perpetualism from.

The draw backs to his new power where greater than anticipated, however. The idea of immortality was not only daunting, but later on it would be noted that Lark would forget more and more of his past the longer he lived. His mind was not build to live forever. He started writing journals.

A few years after his induction ceremony, Lark was given his first assignment. Like so many of his sister’s before him, he had been assigned to a recently found primarch, Konrad Curze, The Dark King. His job was simple: Act as a servant whilst gathering information on the down low, and reporting back to the LoW on his findings.

Unluckily for the LoW, Lark ended up falling for the primarch, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Konrad was the first person who ever fully accepted Lark as a man, and following the start of an unexpected relationship, he cut all ties with the LoW, and started working for Konrad Curze as ‘The Huntsman’.

The Huntsman’s job was primarily rooted in conducting assassinations and keeping an eye on anyone who got too close, whether it be politically, physically, or emotionally to The Dark King. Despite the importance of his job, Lark’s role in the military hierarchy wasn’t very high, and he primarily did his work covertly; To outsiders he was just Konrad’s personal servant.

This changed during the Heresy when Lark became an important figure head. At first, remained loyal to Konrad Curze, but he later switched sides and rejoined the Imperium. Eventually, after Konrad was cast out into space by Sanguinius, Lark betrayed the Imperium yet again.

He spent the rest of the Heresy at Konrad’s side, up until the primarch’s death. Afterward, he wandered the galaxy in search of a new purpose. Over time, he began to forget more of his past and history; he had lived so long all his memories began to meld together.

In the 40th millennium he is the captain of a small crew of rogue traders who travel the reaches of space exploring and doing freelance work. Over time, his healing factor has gotten much weaker, and he takes longer to regenerate; He lost his left arm to a Keeper of Secrets.

Despite everything, his reputation as a ruthless assassin continues to proceed him, albeit in rumors and legends of a one-minded Huntsman who always did his master’s bidding with glee.

40k:

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Account Notes

• You can find my main blog at @idle-skull

• More AU content @wh40k-cat-skull

• This blog will most likely contain suggestive or NSFW content, whether that be of a lewd or violent nature, and is therefore 18+

• I will probably be retweeting any art featuring Lark on here

• Asks & RPs are always open, but please give me time to respond to stuff.

• There is no exact time frame for when this blog takes place. Pre-Heresy, Post-Heresy and Modern day are all on the table, just lmk before hand.

[kit-williams]

Try new things

Male Lead: Konrad Curze Female Lead: Gloria Curze Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/D&D AU Canon Status: 100% Canon

Note: Listened to the Mind Electric while writing it to try and get into Konrad's kinda sporadic way of thinking and half insane way of thinking. Also I know this is another one that is kinda stretching the idea of the prompt but its Konrad Curze.

Konrad was forced to try new things since day one of his introduction to this new world. How to try and use his powers effectively... working in tandem with the angel of the daylight; Sanguinius. He worked with the red sorcerer to hone it further... he was forced to try new things like bond and be happy... happiness was something akin to a xeno for Konrad... unknowable and hard to understand from a human perspective.

He was forced to try new things... new foods along with the rest of his brothers... new tactics of fear... there were new ways to make him laugh genuinely... new companions... new species to learn how to make them scream... new monsters to slay... yet injustices were still the same even if it was in a different coat of paint. They walked across the globe and saw each thing they needed to see... who knows how much time passed for them... a year? A hundred years? It didn't matter to Konrad as the visions were different and he had to get use to it.

Sanguinius just grinned at him and gave a small laugh as he knew his beloved brother saw his own death for the longest time... and how he was handling it now being uncertain once again. Konrad clung to those words that he spoke... and he allowed himself to willingly try these new things. One of those things came in the form of a small mortal woman.

He was a beast... Konrad knew he was one since day one and once again like a beast being given an ounce of a pleasant feeling his jaws snapped shut around her throat. Yet she stayed with that warm and loving smile that spoke of pain that dug into her skin like hooks and pulled her skin back unable to move beyond that trauma or the skin so utterly warped by it she hasn't realized that the hook on the skin unlatched so long ago. But he embraced her tightly as he let go of her fictitious throat leaving a piece of him behind and she treasures it.

They were a broken pair and this was the hardest thing for him to embrace and try as none of his brothers... not even Corvus... knew what morsal he had latched his jaws around and she was oblivious of the predator that she had willingly entered the jaws of. But she could bite back... as the first thing he was introduced by her was such the sweetness that sex could hold... then the roughness... the way she taught him how to dig his claws into her without killing her. She held the leash at first till he understood what was going on.

She held him tightly as his teeth dug into her skin as old scars that made her eyes glaze over when he touched them were replaced with scars left behind by him in the midst of such dizzying moments of ecstasy. Blood brushed their tongues during these moments as for brief moments they were one and that frightened Konrad but he embraced such a new sensation more and more and learned to love the moments that they couldn't tell where she ended and he began until they were a laughing mess of limbs.

He learned to laugh more... he embraced the sensation of joy... the way he pulled her close as the two of them danced at the festival of the god eye... Konrad would smile more even had such a lighter personality whenever he would meet up with the rest of his brothers by this point Corvus meeting her... his Gloria.

He was thrust into the concept and idea of actually being a father to a son that was his by blood... by his own gamete mixed with her own gamete to from a zygote. Talos was his son by so much more then his geneseed as the black eyed child grinned up at him with so much love that Konrad had to learn to understand. But however it was easier for him to accept the unquestioned and unconditional love his small child held for him then a psychoaugmented soldier.

He watched Talos' turn from a awkward small blonde boy to a willowy black haired and black eyed assassin following in his footsteps as the madness of the eighth continued through his blood but he watched as his dearest Gloria temper the madness that ran through the Cruze bloodline ... as while Talos held the same madness as he did... Konrad knew it wouldn't overwhelm Talos like it did for him.

"Why did you name him Talos." Gloria asks looking up at him as her hair is still wildly out of place... breathlessly staring up at him with love and devotion in her eyes that she willingly gives him... he blinks as he was lost in the future as still Talos lays in his crib still unable to walk or talk but still smiled up at him with a toothless grin.

Konrad wiped the stubble on his chin as he warmly and abet wickedly at his dear wife. A bad habit he would learn to overcome eventually. "There was one of my gene sons that decided to peruse my killer after my death for vengeance... perhaps in a sense of love and devotion as well... but he would get it." Konrad says laying down next to her. "But... why I named our baby Talos... I originally wanted his name to either be Jago... or Sheng... but the glimpses of the future I foresaw... no what I saw when I called him Talos was there was blood but he was also genuinely happy. He could smile and laugh and... that's what I think you would want." He says rolling to the side grabbing her into his arms and just holding her tightly as black and blonde strands of hair mingled together.

"Well maybe the next child you can name after Jago or Sheng." She says with a smile as he just closes his eyes holding her close. There guilt broiled under his skin... this was something new he had been holding for so many years... he felt a guilt over what he had done during horus' uprising... mending that broken bridge with Vulkan... feeling the weighted guilt on his shoulders that he knew his legion was falling apart at this very moment or was already in shambles... he was a terrible father and no amount of Gloria soothing his fears... he had a legion's worth of children both living and dead who were the product of his awful parenting.

And this is where Gloria, once again in her radiance, soothed his withered soul... soothed his worries as he was willing to try something new... he was willing to try to be a good father to his son Talos.

Fluffuary Tag List: @bispecsual @the-californicationist @egrets-not-regrets @libraryshadow @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

[fuukonomiko]

Have you ever considered writing Warhammer fanfic? If so, what would you write?

SEND ME ANONS

Once upon a time I did! Though majority ALL  of my fics are all....romance and smut-centric. Mostly because I don't know what else to write. I can't write action, I do angst once in a while, I'm no good at sci-fi. XD (and honestly I'm too old to try to try any new genre). I haven’t written anything new other than some Drabbles. But if you fancy checking out my really old trash, here they are!

Tainted - Magnus the Red x Karimah

Curze, Interrupted- Konrad Curze x Fuuko

Comfort Zone- Saint Celestine x Yvraine

In All The Right Places- Roboute Guilliman x Salvia

Meeting of the Minds- Roboute Guilliman x Mehta

Halloween (Fluff) Konrad Curze x Fuuko

Sitting on A Lap (smut)  Konrad Curze x Fuuko

The Shower Scene (smut)  Konrad Curze x Fuuko

Against the Wall (smut)  Konrad Curze x Fuuko

Tales From the Eternal Vaults Fuuko x Sharaf

A Fox and A Hound (Inquisitor x Astartes)

A Thousand Words (Magnus x  Karimah) Suggestive only, no actual sex

Kissing Prompt Number 17—> Magnus x OC Karimah

Kissing Prompt Number 1—>Kharn x Lotara Sarrin

Fanfic Prompt “Tickle”—> Roboute Guilliman x OC Salvia

Fanfic Prompt “Birthday”—>Magnus x OC Karimah

Fanfic Prompt “Pillow”—> Magnus x OC Karimah, Roboute x OC Salvia

Fanfic Prompt “Stargazing”—> Magnus x OC Karimah

Fanfic Prompt “Peace”—> Horus x Sanguinius

Fanfic Prompt “Push”—> Celestine x Yvraine

Non-Codex Approved Dancing—> Roboute Guilliman

Beyond Sight—> Rob Guilliman x OC Salvia (also on AO3)

Meeting of The Minds—>Rob Guilliman x Karimah (also on AO3) collaboration fic with @possiblyhereticalultramarine NSFW

Curze, Interrupted (Smut)- Curze x Fuuko

Halloween (Fluff) Curze x Fuuko

Sitting on A Lap (smut) Curze x Fuuko

The Shower Scene (smut) Curze x Fuuko OMG do they even stop to eat or what)

Against the Wall (smut) Curze x Fuuko

A Question of Faith (fluff) Barran x Fuuko

I hope you like!

[ask-artemis-prima]

Artemis vs...

In an attempt to test my developing writing skills, and an attempt to write more scenarios for my characters outside of RPing collabs, I am going to have Artemis fight nearly everyone. These will consist of relatively short prompts where regular Artemis or her Chaos version would fight a named character from the lore. Victory is not always a guarantee, and results may vary.

To participate just send the number or name of the participant. Easy Peasy.

Chaos:

III - Fulgrim

IV - Perturabo

VII - Mortarion

VIII - Konrad Curze

XII - Angron

XV - Magnus the Red

XVI - Horus/Abbadon

XVII - Lorgar

XX - Alpharius or Omegon or both

Loyalist:

I - Lion El’Jonson

V - Jaghatai Khan

VI - Leman Russ

VII - Rogal Dorne

IX - Sanguinius

X - Ferrus Manus

XIII - Roboute Guilliman

XVIII - Vulkan

XIX - Corax

Other:

Anyone who you find interesting. It could be demon, alien, or human. OC characters and Second Legion Primarchs are allowed. The only exception is the Emperor. 

[moodymisty]

If konrad Curze ever reproduced the result would undoubtedly be one of those children who insist on climbing way to high up trees and scaring the shit out of their parents.

That and being way, way too into hide and seek. And catch. I like the idea of them being sweet as sugar but having the energy.

I have this oc of his child being raised by rich farmers. Why rich farmers? They are farmers for the idyllic farm life and comedic potential of Curzes child still being that pale despite growing up in the sun and that farms are in a way the thematically opposite of inner city nostramo. I really like the idea of the child of Konrad Curze being raised by people who know who/what they are and tries to shelter the kid. The following is more specific to that oc (rather than generic x reader stuff) but in case people enjoy it:

Mother has a large and supportive family

Moved back in with idyllic farm parents upon learning of the pregnancy

If Konrad himself is still around any stereotypical movie scenario of a corrupt businessperson attempting to screw over the idyllic farm is going to be met with the goddamn nighthaunter

Family telling Curze NOT to maim people for rising the price of apple seeds or whatever by the equivalent of 50 cent

Konrad Curze is unsurprisingly good at catching predators bothering the farm animals, now he is being told they are "just trying to eat too" and has to gently relocate them instead of killing them

Konrad Curze hiding in a haypile

Konrad Curze milking a cow

The mother herself is a very sheltered person and (assuming Konrad went crazy and is not around) paranoid about the kid turning out like him, leading to the kid ironically having the exact opposite problem of Konrad (but not to nearly the same degree) being raised wrapped in cotton.

Konrad 2.0 does not know how to fight as an adult as a result (but will learn

Mother calls Konrad "coco" for his black hair and eyes.

Baby Curze being fucking adorable, wearing those ugly bright yellow rubber boots and holding an umbrella.

Baby curze looks the most like a primarch out of all the primarch children not out of any supernatural reason but being the first who happened to both be male and primarily inherit the fathers physical traits.

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Props to baby Curze for trying to defeat the latent mayhem having half Curze dna does to you lol