#they/them for kor phaeron and lorgar

[moodymisty]

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Inspired by this post here. I only did one quick revise, so forgive any mistakes

Relationships: One sided Horus/Fem!Reader, Implied Lorgar/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Slightly yandere, Pregnancy kink, Tokophobia, Is this... is this kidnapping? Horus took you to punish Lorgar on Kor Phaeron's (and probably emps lol) advice, Male masturbation, Horus jacking it to you being his lover instead of Lorgar's because he is ~normal~, Very thinly veiled breeding kink, A very vague comment about reader being 'well fed'

So I beg of you, Warmaster Horus, help me right Lorgar before he goes further down this path. I truly believe you are one of the only men who can help him before he is truly lost. - Captain Kor Phaeron of the Word Bearers

A Luna Wolf captain stands having given Horus this letter- hand written. A odd act considering the ease of vox or other forms of Imperium communication, but perhaps the context of the letter gave the choice more sense.

“May I ask what the letter entails, Warmaster? The Word Bearer was quite insistent it be delivered with the upmost haste.”

Horus understands why. This is indeed something that needs fixing. Lorgar has gone down a path that is in opposition of their crusade. Things are corrupting his mind, and they need to be cut out like a malignancy before they take over him completely.

“...It is about Primarch Lorgar.”

The Luna wolf nods. He accepts that is all Horus will tell him, though if the Astartes says anything else, it is lost on Horus. He leaves moments after, hearing the sound of the door open and close. He doesn't look up to see, as his eyes focus on the material Kor Phaeron send with this handwritten letter.

The picts are small between his fingers, but the image is as clear as can be.

You are beautiful.

You are very pregnant.

As Lorgar’s beloved your dress is ornate and intricate, and does nothing to hide the swell of your massive belly. If anything it almost seems to compliment it- gold filigree dances around the edges of the fabric sewn to give way to your ever growing belly.

To see that they- the Primarchs - can have children is… It struck something in him that he can’t explain.

To have a child, an actual child; his own creation and not a spliced together genetic abomination related to him by science only. He can see why Lorgar has lost his way, and this needs to be corrected.

He’ll do this deed for Kor Phaeron; For The Emperor who is already concerned about Lorgar's lack of progress. But he's not doing it for them, not for the Word Bearers. It's because Horus wants to be selfish. He wants you.

On Terra it rains, droplets streaking down every bit of glass and metal. It pitter patters like music, covering the droll humming of machinery and shaking of pipes. You remain completely dry however, protected by the golden walls and ceilings of the Terran palace.

You've only just arrived, escorted to him from a Luna Wolf dropship. The trip was long are arduous, and he's thankful you survived it unharmed.

You look even more striking that you had in the picts Kor Phaeron and sent to him. The first sight he has of you, face to face, is enough to make him feel something in his chest.

Your skin is healthy and glowing, eyes bright. Lorgar has clearly been feeding you quite well, your hips are full and round.

Horus comes closer intent to greet you and watches the way you don't make eye contact with him, shaking and holding your hands together tightly. His guards he had requested to escort you have since left on his orders, leaving you both to have a moment of privacy.

“Do you need anything?” He says with a smile and a gentle tilt to his voice, warm and inviting.

And yet the look you give him when you glance up is absolutely fear stricken. He softly smiles, trying to blunt his edges.

"Perhaps I should've started with a proper introduction, instead of putting you on a pedestal so quickly. I am Horus Lupercal. Warmaster." His head tilts downward slightly, smile gentle. The pelt wrapped around his shoulders shifts.

"I believe you already know my brother, and quite well."

He takes a knee to stand at level with you, and he can see a marginal amount of fear leave you as he enters an area closer to your own headspace. He supposes it's understandable. You've only known Lorgar- he has made very sure the other primarchs were unaware of you - and in your current state, he can see why this would all be so overwhelming. Primarchs are not just anyone, they can overwhelm even the most stalwart of humans.

You aren't just a normal human however, as you've so easily demonstrated already.

“I apologize for, all of this. But Lorgar needs to calm down and be spoken to without distractions. I’m afraid your condition has blinded him to his own duties.” Horus smiles at you.

“You are a smart woman, I know you are. You know that Lorgar has things he needs to do for the sake of this Imperium you live in.”

You look away from him for a moment, left hand wrapping over your right wrist as they rest on your belly.

"I didn't know he was shirking his duties to you, if I did I would've..." You hesitate, conflicted.

Horus sighs.

Lorgar put so much on such a young, beautiful human, and now you has to deal with the consequences of his own mistakes. Even if you aren't the one who is being punished, reprimanded, warned, you- and your unborn child - are still affected by all of this.

Ever so gently he takes a risk, reaching a hand forward to cup your arm. You don’t wilt away and so he’s pleased, feeling the warmth of your skin.

“Please do not think you are a prisoner here. I merely wish to make sure you are the safest you can be while you are not with Lorgar."

You nod at him, giving him just the slightest smile as he pulls his hand away. But only partly, as it hovers in the air between the both of your bodies.

“May I?” That smile fades as you look at him confused, before realizing what he's asking.

“Oh, sure. I think they're asleep though, so you might not be able to feel anything.”

With your approval gained he puts his hand to your belly, and watches his palm cover so much of it. It takes a moment, before he can feel it. Even if your child is asleep, he can feel what a normal human cannot.

The soft movement against his palm, the shifting of your baby. The gentle thrum of it's heartbeat.

Something pulls at Horus from deep within himself, keeping his hand welded to your stomach until your eyes move from watching his hand on your belly, and he has to pull away to save face. He places the same hand on his thigh as he kneels, and gives you a wide, warm smile.

“Please, do not be afraid to tell me any of your needs. Myself, my Luna Wolves, and the serfs of the palace are here for you.” The declaration shocks you, a reaction he hadn’t entirely expected. He just gave you so much ability, and he barely knows you.

“Warmaster that is-“ “Horus, is fine.”

You purse your lips for a moment. You're so overwhelmed by this all he can tell. With time you'll settle though, he's sure of it. You're just tired and nervous from your long trip, and being so, so far away from Lorgar.

“I, I thank you for your support, I am forever in your debt.” Horus laughs.

Would you let him feel your belly again? Could he get away with asking to put his ear to it, to hear the heartbeat of a half primarch so closely?

“Nonsense, you are the beloved of one my dear brothers; I only wish to make your time here as comfortable as I am able.”

You let show an actual, real smile- your face glows. Horus sees what Lorgar has been distracted by; Horus would find himself having trouble as well.

Suddenly however you grimace, letting out a whimper and holding your belly. Horus becomes alight with worry, instinctively reaching a hand out to you that grasps your arm once again.

“Are you ok?!” He says, as you soon gather yourself and nod.

“Yes, sorry sometimes they just kick really hard.”

Horus recovers from the startle and laughs. He dares to lean closer, and returns a gentle hand to your belly. He does a few soothing, circling motions. You seem much less unnerved by him now, you smile a bit as he soothes your belly and speaks to it.

“You should be careful in there, little one. You are stronger than your mother, you might just hurt her.” Horus then soon tears himself away, and rises to his feet.

“I have other business to attend to; But please, don’t be afraid to ask the serfs for anything you need.”

Horus takes a brisk pace away, walking down the hall towards his own chambers. He doesn't make a single stop or even look in the direction of another soul, opening the massive door to his most private chambers. The door shuts behind him with a slam, and Horus lets out a breath now that he’s truly alone.

A part of him regrets agreeing to be the one to punish Lorgar; To take you from him and become the villain in this story. Another part of him is glad to, if not only to feel a part of his soul stir to life.

The buttons on the front of his trousers are easy to undo, and he can feel the outline of his own cock straining desperately against the fabric. It had irritated him the entire way here, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the way he ached against his thigh.

Once he manages to free himself, he takes a seat at the massive desk made custom for him and wraps a hand around his cock, feeling himself twitch against his palm at even the slightest touch. Precum leaks from the tip of his cock as he slides his hand against his shaft, groaning and using his other hand to grip the edge of the table.

You were so much more perfect than he imagined. Now he understands why Lorgar was so intent on keeping you hidden from them.

A selfish man, a shame he got to you first. Horus would make sure you got to see the world, meet all of his brothers and show them just how lucky he was. How beautiful and smart you were.

How you were so able to handle him, a primarch. Out of all of them, only Lorgar was the one to find love.

He can feel the the stickiness of his own precum leak on his fingers, slicking his cock. It's not enough though, and so he pulls his palm away to give an undignified, uncharacteristic spit into his palm before wrapping his hand back around his throbbing cock.

Lorgar! A selfish, whiny brat of a man who cares about paltry religions and gods rather than The Emperor's orders. How, out of all of them, was he the one to find someone that was able to handle being around a primarch?

His palm now slicker he groans at the way his hand much more smoothly rubs against his own shaft, toes curling his boots.

Horus isn’t jealous, he’s angry, he thinks. Angry that it turned out this way. If Lorgar hadn’t been a lying, secretive little snake, perhaps you would’ve had the chance to consider... better options. Horus would've been quick to charm you, to wow you with all the things he could give you and how he could make you feel.

He’s the Warmaster; he could give you anything you ever wanted, and you’d never be safer. On Colchis, he was able to pluck you from your beloved with one stern talking to.

Horus groans as his lower body tightens, cock leaking all over his hand. He's so close, he just needs a bit more.

Thankfully it was him to take you. Not someone like Russ, or Konrad.

Horus can keep you safe, until Lorgar does what needs to be done without all of these distractions. If you were his, it would be a wonder if he wasn’t always thinking about that perfect, round belly of yours.

He fists his cock faster with each second, grip tighter. He chases the high- his thighs tensed- so close. His breathing is heavier, deeper, harsh breathes through his nose.

He doubts Lorgar will ever fix his problems, however.

That would mean you would stay with him permanently; He would have no issues with that, he can make the preparations. For the short and the long term. You're surely due to have that child any day now, he'll make sure not a thing goes wrong.

Horus can hear the table top crack underneath his grip, the cords of his neck tight as he finally cums. He keeps pumping himself in his hand through it, milking himself until he's groaning and gritting his teeth. It's been so long, he's never felt the need for this until now. The feeling of satisfaction is unlike anything else, as he lets out a few breaths of air through his mouth.

He'll love his little niece or nephew like his own in the absence of Lorgar of course. They don't deserve to be punished for the sins of their father. But when you're fully healed, he would love nothing more than to on day fill that space with something of his own.

[the-son-of-hastur]

primarch transition headcanons:

fulgrim tried to help angron with his top surgery scars. fulgrim’s are Aesthetic looking and angron’s are more jagged since his surgery was done by his fellow slaves after they revolted and fulgrim didn’t understand how angron saw the scars differently

magnus helps his bros with hrt, in the event they prefer that method of transition over speedrunning. he makes sure lorgar takes his t shots whenever he needs them.

leman russ isn’t ftm or mtf but he just has a Complicated relationship with gender. he’s a he in the way a wolf is a he

everyone is jealous of sanguinius’ transition. bro’s wings even changed.

angron’s jealousy over sanguinius’ transition gave him More Horrors to deal with. lorgar and him would share t because even though that has medical issues probably they’re primarchs. also i think there’s something neat about it.

erebus and kor phaeron don’t misgender lorgar, mostly because out of all the types of villainy they could do misgendering is mid anyway.

lorgar has some flavor of religious trauma because yeah, colchis. i don’t trust that place so even if erebus and kor phaeron let him transition they fucked his sense of masculinity hard.

[wxnheart]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 - 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

You can use Lorgar's Yandere40k list as a foundation for this if you want.

Lorgar who finally has you, his forbidden fruit, divinity made flesh, underneath him, yearning and ripe for the taking.

What he lacks in experience, Lorgar more than makes up for in vigor. He teeters between two extremes, wanting to consume you passionately and wanting to handle you with care, with reverence.

Lorgar who trembles at the way you shyly look away from him even though his shaking hands managed to (finally) undress you.

When he finally kisses you, it's everything he's spent countless nights dreaming of. Sure he might be a little clumsy with it but you can't deny it's passionate. He uses his kiss to tell you what words can't lest Kor Phaeron use them against you both.

Before his mouth lays numerous kisses upon your skin, he will admire it with his eyes and hands. Can't you see it, his forbidden fruit? Can't you see the devotion in his eyes? Lorgar runs nimble fingers over your skin, marveling at the goosebumps and the sighs that fall from your lips, lips that are swollen from his firm kisses.

When Lorgar finally kisses your body, he's gentle, perhaps a little hesitant, too. By the time he reaches your nether regions, however... 👀

Of the service switch (leaning towards submissive) variety. Lorgar may not be as voracious a scholar as Magnus is, but he loves to learn. Loves to learn what makes you sigh and moan that is.

Is also well aware of how... big he is and even though he wants to fuck you senseless, he doesn't want to hurt you. Loves to dedicate countless hours to foreplay and watching you come undone through his touch.

Usually fingers you and performs oral. He's not a cunning linguist for nothing, m'dear. 👀

When you tell Lorgar it's his time to come, however, he's... oh my.

The way he falls apart when you lick and tease and suck his arousal is beautiful. You gently coo to your Urizen to not hold back any longer and simply let go.

Let me not get started on the way you tell him to fuck your thighs or, ahem, use the tip. Just the tip. The restraint on that man, torn between pleasure and restraint, is absolutely heavenly.

[the-archpriest-and-the-outcast]

Is there a fact/detail about your muse that you think would surprise people if you told them about it?

Lorgar struggled with coming to terms with Chaos.

Way, way too many people have the misconception that he just jumped ship almost immediately after Monarchia.

Nope. That is incorrect. Even while he was in the fucking Eye of Terror itself, he does not become sure of himself and sure in his faith until after his encounter with Corax.

It takes him about 50 years to truly, truly fully commit himself to the path of Chaos. And for a good while, he wanted to reject it. But he also knew there was some truth to what he was being told and shown, and so he tried his best to understand it, and eventually embraced it.

Lorgar doesn't jump ship immediately. He did have to be converted. Go read "Aurelian" and go read the end of The First Heretic where Lorgar is talking with Kor Phaeron right before he fights Corax. There's even some talk of it in Betrayer.

Don't let Grimdank be your loresource of choice. And sure as hell do not trust Majorkill or Arch for anything like that either.

[pyreofsunflowers]

Wives of the primarchs AU, Aisha Aurelian - wife to Lorgar.

AU tldr: Before even Horus was found, the Emperor and Malcador would have conversations about the Primarchs (what they would be like, how easily they would come to the Imperium, and of course the impending doom of the Heresy.) At one point, while the Emperor was speaking his worries of his son's tempers, Malcador suggested giving them wives. A good wife can keep a man in check, more so than his father or brothers.

The Emperor thought Malcador was joking at first, but as the Sigilite explained further, the Emperor realized he was serious. Instead of brushing off the Sigilite's words, the Emperor listened and allowed Malcador limited access to his genetech. Thus, each primarch was given a wife perfectly crafted to suit the ideals of himself and his home world's culture.

Aisha's faith was like that of no other, even amongst the Word Bearers. Her pure, pious soul inspired all those who surrounded her. She embodied all that was good about the faith; kind, charitable, loyal, patience, and trustworthy.

Initially, Aisha taught scripture to converts and recruits, this work satisfied her and earned her respect amongst the men of the legion - except for Kor Phaeron. She and Lorgar were able to ignore his harsh words, however, and keep a happy relationship. However after Monarchia, everything fell apart - Aisha was forbidden from seeing her husband and thus growing distant from him. When he returned and spoke to her of worshipping the Chaos Gods, she was disgusted and took it upon herself to change his ways. Despite her best attempts, Aisha failed in this endevour and watched as her once kind husband turned into a cruel master. Aisha died before the siege, sacrified by Kor Phaeron to ensure a Chaos victory.

I'm currently taking a break from writing, but I do plan on eventually starting again (there will be a post). But if you would like to read what's already been written, I shall direct you here. Https://archiveofourown.org/series/2698501.

This is just a short blurb for context. Please ask any and all questions!

[tagedeszorns]

Three versions of colouring (or not colouring) Erebus for Marine Meat Monday.

In his stone-grey Mark IV plate, inscribed with bas-relief legacies of his deeds, Erebus was a sombre, serious figure. His rank in the XVII was first chaplain, roughly equivalent to that of Abaddon or Eidolon. He was a senior commander of that Legion, close to Kor Phaeron and the primarch, Lorgar, himself. His quiet manner and soft, composed voice commanded instant respect from all who met him, but the Luna Wolves had embraced him anyway. The Wolves had historically enjoyed a relationship with the Bearers as close as the one they had formed with the Emperor’s Children.

Abnett, Dan. Horus Rising (Horus Heresy Book 1) (S.373). Black Library. Kindle-Version.

First appearance of Erebus during the Heresy. He gets friendly with the Mournival, spars with them and Lucius and Saul and beats everybody except Lucius.

I love him.

[aurotoiras]

18/???

The First Heretic

I have a lot of feelings about this book, on the one hand it has made me fall in love with the word bearers and argel tal, however Lorgar is such an unrelenting bitch that I can't believe anyone ever followed him. The book does a really good job painting the emperor as a bad guy and let's be honest, he does play a really big part in Lorgar's fall to chaos with him allowing Lorgar to continue to conquer worlds and convert them into a religion in the emperor's name. However, I believe Lorgar's biggest flaw is that he has the emperor's hubris, his need to see things through even though he knows that what he's doing is wrong. And I know that Erebus and Kor Phaeron are also to blame since they continually whispered in his ear that this Must Be The Right Path, You're Only Doing What Is Right For The Betterment Of Mankind. And of course the visions chaos kept sending him, I really tried to sympathize with lorgar's plight throughout the book but once everything happened on cadia I've decided that he is nothing but a spineless bitch. My other critique of this book is that it really feels like it should've been longer by about 300 pages, especially with the 40 year gap that occurred which may be remedied by the Aurelian book but I haven't read that one quite yet. I also wish we had gotten more time with Argel Tal and the val gorbak, which is just another gripe with how short the book is really.

Overall, I hate kor phaeron and erebus, Lorgar is a bitch, The Emperor is a terrible leader, Argel Tal is cool as shit and the moment Synthran broke his vow of silence might be one of my favorite lesser moments in the heresy so far.

[someginger05]

Traitor (A Warhammer 40k Fan Story)

Traitor will be a three part story taking place in the Warhammer Sci Fi universe. This story follows a slightly different history from what we know from the 30,000 millennium with new horrors, new monsters and new traitors. There is no one who can be trusted as of this time. The most vital resource in this period is the truth.

Part 1: From The Skies

The Imperium had seen a golden age for centuries when the legendary primarchs and their space marine legions brought the Galaxy to heel under the banner of the Emperor himself. Colchis was the home to the Word Bearers legion and their Primarch Lorgar Aurelian. The world was covered in sprawling dunes and great spires of worship to who they believed was the God Emperor of Mankind. Lorgar and his legion had been looked down upon by many for their zealotry but their effectiveness in securing loyal and efficient worlds could not be understated. Although Colchis was their home world, the true land of the Word Bearers and the Imperial Truth was on Khur, especially within the city of Monarchia. Monarchia was a city of spires that pierced the void itself and eternally loyal citizens to the Emperor as the cathedrals and temples across the world enforced their belief. Monarchia was a city beyond the simple favour of zealots however as although the Emperor himself could never set foot in the land, his sons did so and acted with awe and joy. Even the Primarchs who sought perfection and scrutinised anything but, saw the city as an example for the rest of the Imperium, even if the dogma was undesirable. 

In recent times the western Galaxy had fallen under a shadow of failed communications and thus word travelled slowly with even the greatest minds in the Mechanicus being unable to find the source of the disruption. Despite this no one in the west were fearful or confused as the Word Bearers prevented any invasion from beyond their borders. This day was a good one on Colchis, the air was not as dry as it would normally be which meant that soon rain would fall which was a celebrated affair on Colchis as they could collect water without relying on the outer Imperium. Lorgar was in his greatest Cathedral built atop his old home continuing to write and plan alongside his apostles and commanders such as his own adoptive father Kor Phaeron and Erebus. Suddenly from the cloudy skies descended a colossal ship bearing the symbols of the 13th legion. 

From the ship emerged Chapter Master Marius Gage on behalf of his primarch Roboute Guilliman. The golden rim of his armour shone like stars in the eyes of the people with his deep blue armour reminding them of the skies above. He laughed and embraced Argel Tal who had been sent to meet with him. The two goliaths then marched back to the great Cathedral. The Ultramarines followed their Chapter Master, they never removed their helmets or spoke but simply moved forward while the Word Bearers, their heads bare, looked upon their brothers with unease. The Ultramarines and Word Bearers had no animosity and yet the Ultramarines treated the Word Bearers, not as cousins but as just other soldiers. The matter was serious, they could tell instantly after as the Ultramarines, usually in armour that exuded perfection and glory now, were chipped and damaged by an unseen war.  

After some time, the signals were given, the Word Bearers were rallied with the reserves donning their armour and moving swiftly. More of the 13th arrived as citizens were moved to shelters and told to remain far from the planetary defences. On one of these ships, we see Captain Marakos Arasian lead his company into organising from their deployment. He is approached by his Word Bearer companion Zar Kadal, a Captain. 

“Cousin! How have you been? I have not seen you since the days of the northern campaign and when we faced down the Xenos at Hellion!” Kadal expressed; his arms open for a kindly embrace. Marakos was the first of the 13th to remove his helm as a gracious smile came over his strained face, “I have been well Kadal! However, times have not been kind to the Imperium! We shall see it outdone though; we always do!” Marakos exclaimed as they embraced their arms. Kadal requested a walk and Marakos indulged him. Marakos and Kadal handed their lieutenants their written orders and they moved with vigour.  

The two Captains walked along the battlements laughing of ages past. Then the air cooled, and the breeze halted, “Why are you here Marakos? Not just you but the 13th? We have had no word of what is occurring and yet we appear to prepare for the end of days” Kadal inquired as he rested his gauntlet upon the mace by his hip. Marakos looked to the sky and began to sweat, Kadal looked upon the scars and chips on Marakos’ armour, tilting his head in confusion “What are the marks too cousin? Your legion does not often appear in any state less than what the Emperor, praise be his name, would expect?” Marakos’ demeanour was broken as he placed his helm upon his head. 

“We are betrayed Kadal” Marakos said, resting on the battlement barrier. Kadal was confused and before he could speak Marakos continued, “The communication of the west had not been broken by any mistake or Xenos threat, it was planned from the beginning” Marakos turned around and unwrapped a bloody rag, inside was the symbol of the Dark Angels, broken and seemingly altered to feature an eye and at the end of the hilt was the very star of chaos. Kadal gasped, “Cousin, we had been isolated from the Imperium for some time but surely it has not been that long? And how? How could I have been so blind? How could the God Emperor permit or not see this betrayal? Why did they betray us?” Marakos wrapped the sigil back in the rag and placed it at his hip.  

“We fell upon Caliban with haste and wrath, too swiftly for any further legions to know. We were joined by the 5th, 10th, 12th, 18th, and 19th legions alongside the Emperor’s sons. We were turned on during this battle, but most of the Ultramarine fleet was still in the void upon the betrayal and fled to extend the message of treason. Soon the traitors will arrive, and they must prepare in the meantime” Marakos explained with a choked grief stuck in his throat. Kadal was stricken by this to the heart and expressed his shock. Marakos assured his cousin but warned, “Kadal be aware, traitors are within our ranks and their locations are unknown. Many of our own have been found dead in friendly territory. Be careful cousin, this is not a war we intend to lose” Kadal nodded, quite shaken. Marakos looked to the skies and Kadal turned his gaze towards Marakos, “So… who’s blood shall fall upon our blades?” Kadal asked, placing the helm upon his head. Marakos explained that after they had fled Caliban they were pursued by the 5th and 12th with the 5th being at full strength. Kadal pulled his eyes attention from the clouded sky and turned to face the landing Ultramarines, “Well, cousin if we are to die then we shall die together. If we are to be victorious then we will make the Emperor smile” Kadal lamented. 

Writer's Gratitude:

This is the end of Part 1! Please stay tuned for part 2 hopefully coming in this month (hopefully) Any and all constructive criticism will be appreciated as I have never undertaken anything of this sort before and would appreciate any and all help. Thank you if you have read this fanfiction and I hope to see you again in the next part! (Thanks again)

[ask-the-crimson-king]

Violence #9 @stories-from-the-warp

[Choose Violence Asks]

Worst part of canon.

Oh boy there's a long list. I genuinely do not know what part of canon I would say is the worst.

I'm just gonna fire off some of my takes as the aspects of canon that I dislike. This is in absolutely no coherent order whatsoever.

I dislike the direction that Magnus has been taken [going from a potentially very interesting daemon primarch who chafes and secretly works to free himself from the grasp of Tzeentch vs old bird man with dementia], though this is mainly how Chaos characters have been treated in modern 40k as a whole. There's scant few who didn't feel like flanderized villains and who had actual depth and interest. Shoutout to Josh Reynold's Apocalypse for being able to keep a balanced narrative and have a lot of depth for all sides of the conflict. Also rare W for Guy Haley for handling Kor Phaeron super fucking well in Throne of Light, despite only having him exist for 3 chapters. It was his first 40k appearance and it wasn't god awful.

I very heavily dislike the demonization of queerness with the overt association with Slaanesh - note: I think it's cool that Slaanesh is seen as the queer god, but I do not like how basically the entirety of the novel Fulgrim and some subsequent texts treat queerness as being bad and demonic and degenerate. That fucking sucks. As I said in a previous ask, as a queer dude myself, I don't feel very welcome or comfortable in fandom spaces for this reason.

I do not like how Lorgar was handled in the novel Slaves to Darkness, partially because it completely wrote him out of the Siege and how it completely humiliated him in what felt like fan service to all of the grimdark memers. It then made the lore about which Word Bearers were/were not on Terra fuzzy, something that gets egregiously fuzzier as the Siege wears on. The majority of the Legion followed Lorgar after Ullanor. How are there still thousands upon thousands upon thousands of them fighting on the Spirit and on Terra? Also, now it opens up the question of what the fuck happened to him afterwards, a question that I am convinced will never be answered. And maybe that is a good thing.

I do not enjoy the short story "The Reflection Crack'd" and could go without it being canon, partially due to the demonization of queerness that is rampant in earlier BL stuff.

I do not enjoy the direction Sortiarius was maybe hinted at going. I understand not wanting to make a one-to-one Prospero, but I genuinely think making it into a gun factory is not better. This is supposed to be the New Kingdom. Give it to the humans or something. Do something better than gun factory. Also, I dislike how little has been shown on Sortiarius, or anything connected to the New Kingdom. A Better Place/A Promise Fulfilled easily could fill novels and they should.

I do not enjoy the push for the Imperials being The Heroes and The Good Guys despite the setting having obviously theocratic fash leanings for the Imperium. Sorry, WarCom, but I have read at least three entries from the Dawn of Fire series, and the Imperials were horribly bland and heroic. I dislike the evaporation of the grey from the setting.

I do not enjoy how the xenos factions are sidelined again and again and again. The Necrons were able to enjoy some popularity as of late, thank everything, but all other factions deserve it too. Stop treating them as nothing more than side pieces when they have their own characters, societies, and histories, GW. I can maybe pass the tyranids, but at bare min genestealers deserve something.

The man who said "I have an avowed weakness for dusky women" from Betrayer was weird and creepy and I feel like could have probably Not existed. I do not like him. That was fucking weird.

I know people would probably say "oh daemonculaba" but honestly I've gotten over that entire thing by now. Yeah yeah it's disgusting, it's horrific, it's terrible, but so is 95% of the stuff that happens in the setting. Would I rather it not be canon? Maybe, if just to get people to shut the hell up about it.

Exception for the one artist human on here who's name I am forgetting who created Fernka with the daemonculaba. I would keep it canon purely for them. Fernka is wonderful.

OH. From the Vigilus campaign, Abbadon not killing Calgar. He absolutely should've. Let characters die, GW. Calgar could be replaced by a new primaris who you could give character to and maybe get people to like the primaris lore-wise who are otherwise averse to it. Maybe. But that SERIOUSLY felt like such a big let down, especially with the new Abbadon model released + the Chaos refresh that accompanied it.

There's probably more but this is what I have off the top of my head. Sorry this ask got super long, I had some Opinions.

[theemeraldwings]

Reblogging because my response has become too long to put in the replies:

I don't think many people view the traitor primarchs as irredeemable, and I think the number among people who are well-versed in Horus Heresy lore is even smaller. They are, from the beginning, tragic characters. They certainly have their damning characteristics (namely hypocrisy), but they aren't really presented as irredeemable--we even have explicit statements regarding redemption for two of them (Big E says Mortarion can be redeemed in Godblight, and he outright forgives Horus in The End and the Death Vol III). I don't entirely agree with your interpretations, however. I don't think any of them are irredeemable (at least, not due to their own actions), but I think they miss some key details.

For all Angron claimed to be standing against oppression, he spent over a century expanding the Emperor's (extremely oppressive) regime. There's no moral purity shit here, either--Angron is pretty open about how he hates serving the Emperor even as he reduces worlds to ash in his name. What you said about Mortarion also applies to Angron, because of the Butcher's Nails. He was denied the chance to die with his family on Nuceria, and for the remainder of his life before daemonhood, the one thing he wants to do is die. And then Lorgar takes that away from him.

Mortarion's fall is because, first and foremost, he cared about his sons. Typhus brought the legion to Nurgle's garden, and infected them with the Destroyer Plague. Mortarion fell to Nurgle because he wanted to end their pain. Mortion is also a hypocrite. Like Angron, for all his claims of hating tyranny, he still expanded a tyrant's domain for a century and a half. (Corvus Corax is also on this list, but this is about traitor primarchs, not loyalist)

Magnus' guilt is very hotly debated among the community, and both sides have a point. On the one hand, he did the best thing he could with the information he had available. On the other hand, he was incredibly cocky, and did not have a concept of restraint. He believed he was in control, and he was too confident in that belief. (Side note: I despise the troupe of super powers being a stand-in for being queer (or any minority of any kind, for that matter)).

Fulgrim never said "fuck it, I'll have fun". His fall to Slaanesh was driven by his belief that, after killing Ferrus Manus, he was irredeemable. He's an addict; he isn't trying to have fun, he's trying to forget reality.

Everybody agrees that Big E mishandled Lorgar, and that's the most favorable interpretation for him. His argument on why he isn't a god is literal abuser language ("If I was a god, I'd use my psychic powers to force you all to kneel before me, like this" before using his psychic powers to force all of the Word Bearers to kneel before him). And all this ignores the shit Kor Phaeron did to him.

Horus is the spoiled rich white boy of the primarchs. He didn't fall because he was lost because dad was doing everything for him beforehand, he fell because he saw a vision of the future where he wasn't given the credit he thought he deserved. And then, like anybody else who grew up being told the world would be at their feet, he lost it. There's other issues as well, such as taxes (Terra wanted to impose heavy tithes on newly conquered worlds, which Horus opposed because it would cause them to rebel), but "gee, maybe I'm not ready" was never an issue.

Alpharius and Omegon believed that they knew the Emperor's plans better than he did, and threw in their lot with the traitors because they thought that if the traitors won, it would mean the end for Chaos.

Perturabo is someone who chose to suffer in silence and hope things would magically change. He never complains, and then is shocked when things don't go his way. I'm fairly sure he's also the primarch that people find the most relatable.

Konrad Curze was certainly mentally ill, and he was certainly denied the help and support that he needed, but I don't think he was abused because of it. He's also the kind of person who thought that if you publicly lynched enough jaywalkers, crime would go down, and that the Emperor sending an assassin to kill him because he committed treason and genocide was vindication for his belief that any crime warrants being skinned alive as a punishment.

They may not be irredeemable, but their hands are fare from clean.

I love how much of warhammer 40k is clearly a bunch of white dudes sitting around, thinking up the worst shit imaginable and going "thank god that could never happen to me, the cishet white guy"

angron is a one for one depiction of slavery, yet is painted as the bad guy for wanting to stand against oppression

mortarion is disabled and constantly has his decisions taken away from him by able bodied people only to be seen as moody and uncooperative

magnus is gay or trans or both. literally a guy blamed for something he was born with that he cannot control and told you're bad if you explore this part of yourself. also you're illegal now

fulgrim was actively encouraged to pursue perfection, despite never being good enough for others. he pushed any personal pleasure aside for an uncaring crusade and then is demonized for saying "fuck it, I'll have fun"

lorgar. also known as "this is why you don't abuse your kids"

horus is the golden child who's sent out into the world by himself only to find out Gee, Maybe I'm Not Ready because good ol dad did everything for him then told him "figure it out lol"

alpharius omegon are the autistic kids who don't understand why pops is doing this, maybe we should do things a little different than "blood soaked crusade"

perturabo is the burnout middle kid who did everything to impress his father only to be told "that's what's expected of you" who then got mad since acting out was the only way he got attention

konrad curze has a mental disorder. and is abused because of it

all of these characters were so close to being some of the best representation for minorities we could get in media only for gw to eat shit right at the finish line because they can't commit to an actual story. and it's amazing just how little these writers understand that the things they depict are all real things that people suffer through every day, and are demonized for every single day, especially when we are told these characters are irredeemable and should be destroyed, no questions asked

[moodymisty]

hi! i hope you feel better soon!

i was wondering if you plans for continuing your ‘legions reacting to their primarch’s partner’ series ?

have a good one :) 🐊

Part 1, Part 2

Author's Note: Sure, here's the rest of them :3

Relationships: Implied Leman Russ/Reader, AlphariusOmegon/Reader, Sanguinius/Reader, Lorgar/Reader, Ferrus Manus/Reader, Mortarion/Reader, Jaghatai Khan/Reader, Horus/Reader, Fulgrim/Reader, Corvus Corax/Reader (A NOTE: almost all of these are gender neutral, but a few might have the term mother or another female term in it, so fair warning)

Warnings: None really

➧ Space Wolves:

Pretty average. They're definitely one of the better legions to be around if you're a baseline human, as they're not only pretty chill, but actually somewhat... nice? By Astartes standards.

You enjoy listening to them tell battle stories around the bonfire or whatever you're all camped around, and they like how easy it is to impress you with their feats of strength. Evenings can quickly devolve into one on one duels if you're around, and there's enough Mjød involved. Impressing Wolf Mother with your spur of the moment honor duel is the height of accomplishment, for a hammered Space Wolf.

You would hope Russ would stop these shenanigans, but you’ll find yourself disappointed when he joins in, brawling his own Astartes for your attention that he already has.

They also all find it absolutely hilarious when you use one of their tamed Fenrisian wolves as a mount, as it puts you at eye level with them.

➧ Alpha Legion:

Your relationship with Alpharius & Omegon is as ambiguous as how the Alpha Legion Astartes feel about you.

They don't like the twins having a potential weak spot that can be exploited by enemies, and their myriad of plans and spiderweb of secrets could get easily unraveled; But if the twins brought you into the inner circle, they’ll place trust that they did it for a reason.

It's just a bit, disorienting having so many men- some of which look very similar- coming in and out of your life. The twins know that you can tell them apart from their legion lookalikes (somehow and it pisses them off), but they still find it funny to try and slip things past you.

➧ Blood Angels:

As one of the kinder chapters, you being brought into the fold is of little resistance, largely because they see how happy Sanguinius is when you're around. They may be battle hardened warriors, but they find it difficult to express their worries when their Primarch has never looked happier holding your much tinier hand.

However the Blood Angels already have a protective (border-lining on obsessive) nature with their Primarch, and that is something that now extends in fold to anyone Sanguinius is close to. Being you.

Do not expect to go anywhere with any less than three fully armored Blood Angels. They will glare at anyone who comes close, they will scold anyone who speaks to you without proper prose, and you will have to deal with it. Some may have a developing soft spot for their kind Legion Mother which allows you to order them around, but they are very strict in this regard.

And Sanguinius will not stop it; Because he feels the same way as them, he's just better at hiding it.

➧ Word Bearers:

Largely neutral at first, but over time they begin to warm up to you as Lorgar's loving gazes and borderline worshipping talk wears on them. It also helps that they have some non-violent experience with other humans.

There are some however who don't approve of your closeness to Lorgar; Especially as it becomes more obvious that Lorgar's priorities are changing, and his distractions are getting worse. You becoming the idée fixe of Lorgar's mind is more than a bit concerning for some members of the legion, particularly ones touched by Kor Phaeron.

They hold their tongues, but you know they don't like whenever the two of you are alone. You've heard the word 'temptress' uttered more than once.

➧ Iron Hands:

Extremely blunt, and to the point. like the Imperial Fists, but without the protective streak. Iron Hand brutal efficacy doesn't exactly mix with the slow nurturing of what one could consider romance.

But you show genuine interest in the practices of the legion and don't impede on their chapter traditions, so the Iron Hands suppose it could be worse. They'd much rather their Primarch not be distracted however, and that is a theme that will remain present in any conversation regarding you for a long while. Expect them to basically ignore you for the first portion of your relationship with Ferrus.

Rude...

➧ Death Guard:

The Death Guard are one of the legions that is definitely more conflicted about the whole thing.

On one hand they say that he will end up distracted, eyes pulled away from his crusade to more frivolous things like romance. But on the other hand, if it does away with some of Mortarion's depressive moue, then they can bite their tongues about it. Either way, they definitely aren't fans of it, and you'll more than hear about it.

Legion meetings are, more than a bit stressful. Mortarion often times comes back ragged and angry after being told he should be rid of you.

Things are strained. You hope they'll level out with time.

➧ White Scars:

Probably one of the better legions to be in. Helps that they don't despise baseline humans, and actually know how to smile sometimes.

It's refreshing to be around Astartes who are a little less, stuck up, something you say under your breath not long after being officially introduced to them. They find it absolutely hilarious.

You have a few Astartes you're a bit more familiar with that Jaghatai trusts to be your personal guard, in the rare moments he isn't close. Pretty chill all around.

Unless there's about seven of them all eagerly surrounding you trying to teach you different Chogoran words, then it's significantly less chill.

Also jetbike rides sound rad af

➧ Luna Wolves:

They have their doubts as all legions do, but given Horus' charisma it isn't long before they toss those doubts aside, and quickly welcome you into the fold at Horus' side.

Also similar to the Blood Angels in that they get near feral protecting their genefather's beloved. It's like his obsessive nature somehow has somehow manifested or has been genetically implanted in them. Horus always makes sure you have a guard at your side, no matter where you go.

It was all fine at first, but now you're beginning to feel a bit like a prisoner.

➧ Raven Guard:

The Raven Guard are pretty tame all things considered. While conversations tend to be respectfully brief, you've noticed overtime that it's less so disinterest, and more a so near nervous formality. It's almost like they don't know how to talk to a baseline human woman for more than a few moments. It's, cute.

Nykona doesn't seem to mind you though; Largely because he overheard you mumble that you think his armor is the most impressive out of all of the Raven Guard Astartes during a sparring session between him and Corax.

Overall, they’re happy Corvus is happy, and as long as his main mission isn’t compromised, they’re content to have you here.

While most legions say ‘Legion Mother’ however, the Raven Guard tend to use the title ‘Raven Mother’ instead when being formal. When they started saying that instead of just legion mother, you noticed how it intertwines with how they refer to Corvus.

Once you realized you got a little bit too excited they’d finally started accepting you, and scared the shit out of no less than three guards by abruptly crying.

➧ The Emperor's Children:

They do enjoy being around humans that can appreciate the arts, and they don't hold much ill will towards you as the jewel of their Primarch's eye. If anything, they seem almost pleased their Primarch is able to pursue such things. You're welcomed into the fold with little fanfare, and Legion business continues on with nary a peep about Fulgrim's new wife.

Many of them create things for you, which while incredibly sweet, makes Fulgrim a little miffed if you show too much joy about it. He just gets a bit jealous, but it's harmless. You find it kind of cute.

[wxnheart]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫… 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐬?

note: ...because nothing says regal and imposing like a pair of leather pants you've stitched for your dear Primarch. thank you, anon, for inspiring me to write this impromptu list.

Lion El'Jonson - He didn't even ask for you. The Dark Angels did. Luther has to talk him into having you around because surely there should be more to his wardrobe than his armor. Of course, precious resources are wasted because he barely, if ever, wears the clothes you so painstakingly made for him. Figures.

Who's that, now?

Fulgrim - Is too busy arguing with you because he likes his clothes stitched a certain way, thank you very much. Also likes when they emphasize certain... assets. He's a fucking diva but at least you know you're a damn good seamster what with the way he keeps you booked and busy. Would much rather wear a leather bodysuit than simple pants. Sure thing, Fulgrim.

Perturabo - It's amazing that you're still alive and kicking 'cause the bastard is NEVER satisfied. EVER. He's not one for embellishment when it comes to his wardrobe so it's as simple as it gets but he finds imperfections in even the simplest things. It's not your fault that the ungrateful bastard's shoulders are huge. The primarch who undoubtedly burns your leather pants.

Jaghatai Khan - ...You've been told he's fond of your clothing and wears them quite often but you've yet to see it. He's too busy going fast and being... everywhere but in your presence. He keeps you booked and busy, though. The White Scars are more interested in the pants than he is.

Leman Russ - You're literally doing everything else but be his personal seamster. He likes you but doesn't take your profession seriously lmao. Is the type to wear leather pants with no underwear on.

Rogal Dorn - Has the most uninteresting interesting taste in garments. Make of that what you will. Doesn't really give you a problem; also doesn't see the point in wearing leather pants so he doesn't. They just sit there.

Konrad - Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.

Sanguinius - D'aww, he's so cooperative. He doesn't even flinch when you touch his wings even though he wants to. Generally loves your clothing and extolls your talents. Will probably wear your leather pants a couple times because it makes him itchy. And because the Sanguinary Guard has expressed concern at his discomfort and thinks it's some insidious plot against him (Um... they're just pants?). He'll keep them as a memento, though.

Ferrus Manus - ...Your post may or may not be unnecessary. Sometimes. But you're there. And you made him some nice leather pants. Pants that he asked if they'd be useful to wear as he forged. Um... ("...My lord, you use your literal hands to mold hot metal.")

...Who??!?!?

Angron - What's the point when he's killed with your clothes more than he has worn them? Your leather pants are a last resort weapon for him.

Roboute Guilliman - Doesn't have many demands so long as the garment is comfortable, serves a purpose, and has some blue in it. Silently judged you when you presented him with a pair of leather pants. He wore them ONCE because he sat down and they ripped lmao. The Ultrashame of it all. May or may not have been the work of Lorgar. Somehow. Refuses to wear them again.

Mortarion - Um....

Magnus the Red - The primarch who just erases said pants from existence with help from the Warp. Appreciates your other clothes, though. Isn't too demanding but likes his clothes to bring attention to his unique appearance.

Horus Lupercal - He's a supermodel. An icon. He is the moment. Horus trusts your skills implicitly. He makes the leather pants, not the other way around. Will wear his the most out of his brothers.

Lorgar - Yeah, no. You're too busy butting heads with Kor Phaeron to even consider making Lorgar some more robes and he's too busy asking everyone about your lord and savior, the Emperor. The primarch who'd only wear leather pants when he ascends to edge lord status. Erebus would take possession of them beforehand just to piss you off lmao.

Vulkan - Your personal test subject. Is willing to wear just about everything 'cause he likes you, and will even wear your leather pants despite the fact that he gets hot easily.

Corvus - Good. Luck. Finding. Him.

Alpharius Omegon - Good god, how many fucking pants does one person need?!

[the-archpriest-and-the-outcast]

from @the-consortium

(If you think it's over-stepping that I've written a little bit of your character, please ignore anything before the letter - I just wanted to add a bit of fluff so the question doesn't hang in space so dryly 😊).

It is not entirely clear how the message actually made it to the Primarch - especially since it very obviously bears the electronic seal of the Consortium and hardly anyone has tried so persistently and repeatedly to remove the Chief Apothecary from existence as the political arm of the Word Bearers. But interestingly, the contents are of a private nature - which is probably why the dataslate has made it past all bureaucracy to Erebus, who now carries it to Lorgar with only barely suppressed curiosity - he is not good at simulating neutrality, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly in amusement.

He hands it to his primarch with a respectful inclination of his head.

As the Urizen reads, rays of light from thousands of candles and stained glass windows dance on his golden skin and he is the centre of a cosmos of warm glow and icy darkness.

"Primarch Lorgar! I write these lines out of the spirit of friendship that once bound our legions together. And out of a certain self-interest, as one of your sons is, excuse my words, getting on my tits. He can no longer find your quotes on a bird species (picture attached - it's a Cardinal) and that makes him a really very tiring fellow. I therefore respectfully request that you send him some reading material so that peace can return and I can finally get back to work without having to put up with his whining. Or perhaps even a few direct lines on the subject from yourselves?

Respectfully,

Arrian Zorzi, Apothecary of the World Eaters.

P.S.: He really does take your writings terribly seriously. So, I won't complain about him here. 1A son!"

@the-consortium

A look of amusement passes over the daemon primarch's face as he reads the note. He gives a raised brow to Erebus.

"You allowed this to come from Fabius and his Consortium?" he asked. Erebus gave a nod. "It is authored by their World Eater, no less. Fascinating little note."

He waves a hand, conjuring a shelf packed with the thousands of volumes that comprise the entirety of the Book of Lorgar. One hand reaches for an applicable volume, the other conjuring parchment, quill, and ink. Despite millennia being inundated in the Warp itself, learning its secrets and mysteries, he still enjoyed the simple creature comfort that writing with parchment and ink provided. It grounded him. Refocused his thoughts.

As he selected the relevant tome, he pulled up the parchment, and began to record his response.

Apothecary Zorzi,

I apologize on behalf of my son for his conduct. He is simply trying to be true to his faith, and I understand how it can come across as... irritating, especially if one is persistent. I had such an inclination when I was quite young, still walking the sands of Colchis with Kor Phaeron.

To answer the question, however, I am sending along a copied volume from amongst my personal writings. I request it be returned once Apothecary Thresh is done with it, and I also request that it be treated with delicate care and respect. The volume contains a number of collected writings regarding the symbolism and proper care regarding many creatures, and the relevant section on the cardinal has been marked.

If you have any further inquiries, please do not hesitate to ask them. For future reference, however, it may be best for Saqqara to send the inquiry himself. You are very lucky this was not intercepted by the Dark Council. Unfortunately, Apothecary Bile has a bit of a reputation.

I hope this serves you well.

Yours,

Lorgar Aurelian

He takes the parchment and gently folds it, putting it under the cover of the volume in question. He then wraps the volume itself in a soft, red cloth, and puts a ward on it. The ward emblazons itself upon the cloth in shimmering golden cuneiform. He looks to Erebus for a moment, before he instead simply sends it away himself, and dismisses his son.

The package materializes next to whatever Arrian finds himself working on in a soft flash of light, the sender unmistakable.

[lexingt0n]

THAT'S ALL I NEED TO HEAR! YIPPEEE!!!!

HUGE lore dump on the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy under the cut

SO! After the horrible Age of Strife and The Long Night, humanity's empire was broken and scattered. The survivors were attacked on all sides by aliens and fended for themselves. Earth was a husk of her former glory and was ruled by techno barbarians and their armies. This was the perfect time for the Emperor to come out of hiding and slap the shit out of everyone. He created the Thunder Warriors and Custodes to lay siege against the other warlords and retake the planet. He also made 20 clones of himself to lead his armies, but their mama Arda sent them out into the warp because she was afraid they were gonna be enslaved by him. That or it was the Chaos Gods who sent them out to set the game into their favor. Hard to tell, and it's another argument topic.

The Thunder Warriors were super space marines, in the sense that they were tougher and more deadly pound for pound. They were also unstable, set up in worse armor and weapons, and were eventually put out of their misery by the Emperor's new army: THE SPEESH MAHRINES!

Once they proved their worth, the space marines were sent to conquer the solar system and retake the planets from aliens and anyone who didn't want to sign up with our Big Golden Banana Benefactor. Horus' legion earned their name "The Luna Wolves" during this time. However, a galaxy wide empire needs a way to keep the gravy train going. To make sure of this, the Emperor locked away a shard of an ancient god known as the Void Dragon under Mars so he can have a planet of tech worshiping scientists who are able to make all the gear he needs.

After taking the Solar System, the Emperor expands outwards with the Mechanicus in tow and slowly conquers the galaxy. Any planet that accepts his rule merges relatively unmauled. The ones who won't, for any reason, get their shit kicked in HARD by at least one of his 20 legions. Won't join because you're happy enough alone? Mauled. Worship anyone or anything? EXTRA Mauled. WORKED WITH ALIENS? Oh, you better believe you're gonna get mauled. Because the legions were made first from Terran stock, they were barely better than the techno barbarians they conquered. It took getting their Primarchs back to mostly whip them into a better shape.

When I say mostly, I mean half of them. First off, after all 21 were found, two of them got killed for some reason, and Robute Guiliman's legion of the Ultramarines just so happened to swell up in size afterward. How suspicious 🤔. The First Legion, the Dark Angels, fight alien spider monsters, and get reduced from the largest legion, to one in the middle of the pack. However, Horus' legion doesn't suffer the worst and earns the most honors amongst the legions.

Now Horus was not just a great general, but also the most charismatic among the Primarchs. The others were too blunt, too arrogant, to distant, or too much of a dick to get the others on their sides, and thus was the perfect choice for the new leader when the Big E steps away for his secret projects. Only one who could match Horus there was Sanguinius, who was a perfect good boy. Sanguinius didn't want to be the Warmaster and was thus out of the running for the position, and Lion El Johnson, the other choice in the running, was frankly too much of an arrogant asshole to unite his brothers.

Horus earns his role as the Warmaster, and the Emperor steps down from leading the Great Crusade to do Hot Guy Shit™️. Everything goes well until Horus gets fatally wounded. As he lays dying, he is "saved" by Erebus, Kor Phaeron, and Lorgar.

Now, lemme explain why that's bad first. Lorgar's legion was once zealous in destroying anyone who opposed the Emperor, then zealously worshipped him as a God. Because he saw worship as bad and only fueled the Chaos Gods (which was totally wrong), he broke Lorgar's and his legion's spirit. Erebus and Kor Phaeron worship Chaos and turn Lorgar and the Legion to their side. Now, an entire legion of zealots worship Satan and have the tools to corrupt the others.

Kor Phaeron and Erebus "save" Horus by corrupting him to turn to chaos in a bid to become the new Emperor. Nine of the other legions and Primarchs fall to chaos as well.

Fulgrim gets corrupted by a sword imbued with a demon of Slaanesh. Peturabo of the 3rd Legion breaks down from he and his legion being used as battering rams. The Nightlords and Konrad Kurze devolve into slasher villains. Mortarion and the Death Guard suffer from Nurgle, the Chaos God of disease. He turns their extreme endurance against them until they die and become plague zombies or follow him. Angron and his World Eaters are driven mad by their rage inducing implants and become bezerkers and savages who slaughter for Khorne, the Chaos God of War. Magnus (who did nothing wrong) and his Thousand Sons go full force into the clutches of Tzeetch, the Chaos god of Change and Magic. Horus and his Sons of Horus and Lorgar's Word Bearer legion raise their banners for their dark overlords. The secretive Alpha Legion splits between the loyal son and the traitorous son. We don't know which is which, so just blame both sons. Or don't. 🤷‍♀️

Anyone still loyal gets slaughtered in Istavan III. All the pieces are set, and the Horus Heresy has begun.

Robute Guiliman and his Ultramarines are attacked by Lorgar's Wordbearers and are off guard. They survive but are trapped in Guiliman's personal fiefdom. Sanguinius and Lion are trapped there as well with their legions, while Konrad Kurze wages a one man slasher fest on the civilian population. Leman Russ and the loyalist Space Wolves attack Prospero and drive Magnus and his sons to chaos because of Horus' actions. The loyalist legions of the Iron Hands, Raven Guard, and the Salamanders get slaughtered by the traitors on Istavan V. Ferrus Manus, the man with the iron hands and leader of the Iron Hands gets his head sliced off during the battle while his brothers flee to safety.

The Traitors are slowly making progress towards Earth, while the surviving loyalists wage a guerilla war to slow them down and weaken them. The White Scars and Imperial Fists, lead by Jaghati Kahn and Rogal Dorn, make it back to earth to turn it into the biggest fortress ever to prepare. Any surviving loyalists of the shattered legions and traitors rally together to try and defend the Emperor and Earth. Guiliman makes his own mini empire, fearing that the Emperor died and the loyalists failed. Once he hears that the Emperor is alive and the war isn't over, he and the Lion rush Sanguinius to Earth and cover his legion's escape past the traitors who surrounded them.

Sangunius makes it in time, and the traitors lay siege to the planet. Millions of humans and thousands of marines die as the traitors and loyalists clash for control of the space ports and the skies. The Kahn rides on a tank and shouts orders while looking like a badass. The Traitor primarchs slaughter, infect, rape and pillage, and mutate anyone in their way and make ground to the Imperial Palace. The loyalists are slowly pushed back against the wall because of the sheer numbers the 9 traitor legions have vs the 6 Loyalists. Each side bring with them armies of Imperial soldiers, mechanicus Priests, knight robots, and titanic war machines and grind each other, slowly killing off the Imperials.

Horus makes a demand of the Emperor to face him in his flagship, the Vengeful Spirit. The Emperor agrees and takes with him a force of his best soldiers and Sangunius. It's a bloodbath where it's man vs. man, cousins vs. cousins, brothers against brother, and father against son. The Emperor makes it to the head of the ship and faces off a fully powered up Horus. The two have a massive battle, only for Sangunius to join in and take a fatal blow for his father. Horus gloats over his victory against the "perfect son" and prepares to finish off his father once and for all. The Emperor is wounded and dying and sees the last bit of humanity leave Horus once he kills Sangunius. The Emperor burns Horus' soul away with a massive psychic blast and breaks the spirit of the traitors. The survivors break apart and flee while Rogal Dorn rushes in to carry the Emperor to safety.

The would was sure to kill him, so Dorn placed the Emperor upon the Golden Throne. This tool serves as both a psychic beacon and life support machine to keep the Emperor alive FOREVER! Ya know, despite the fact 10k years later, he's a skeleton with anger issues. The rest of the loyalists make it to Earth and mourn the loss of the Emperor and their brothers. They then GO APESHIT and attack the traitors. They slaughter anyone they can get their mits on and drive any last traitor they can into the Eye of Terror, the largest source of chaos pouring into reality.

Guliman breaks the legions into chapters of 1000 marines each. The other primarchs agree and then turn their attention to trying to retake what they can. The traitors commit to chaos forever and serve the Chaos Gods as their armies. The Long War begins and continues for 10 thousand years into 40k itself.

oh you like warhammer 40k? tell me about the horus heresy

[moodymisty]

I cannot stop thinking about what you wrote about Lorgar having a corruption kink. It’s infecting my mind. Lorgar x fem!reader please. I would love to see you write this. You have such a delectable way of writing.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: Yesssss!! I have been so eager to write something for this so I'ma 'bout to go ham. Lorgar is my type of pathetic man and I am obsessed with him. Also I decided to combine a few requests together just to lessen my workload a bit. I so deeply apologize for how overly dramatic and verbose this is.

TL:DR, In my opinion Lorgar's corruption kink goes two ways; One is he himself wants to be corrupted, to be forced into listening to his baser desires without the guilt of doing so himself. It's all that religious trauma. The other way is the more traditional route where he has a sweet little beloved who he knows he's gonna fuck up once he touches them.

Summary: Lorgar is burning up, and you don't even know you're doing it.

Relationships: Lorgar/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Some vague mentions of NSFW acts, Mentions of Kor Phaeron abusing young Lorgar, Lorgar being mercurial as usual and extremely emotionally conflicted, Slight manipulation, The consent could maybe be considered dubious, Religious trauma and religious undertones

Word Count: 1901

"My Lord, are you well?"

The Astartes warrior looks towards his genefather with the slightest hint of concern hidden behind his helmet, hand tightened around the hilt of his polearm. Lorgar lets out a gentle laugh, and looks towards his sons with a gentle smile before giving a gentle platitude.

"I am well, worry not about me."

He looks down from them, back to the papers that scatter across the massive and ornate desk he calls his own. Ink stains mar the wood, along with the scratches of his tools and his own fingertips. His sons are not entirely convinced, and in their worry for their genefather as his quill struggles to put words to paper, look to each other before the one slightly elder speaks up.

"Father, are you s-" Lorgar looks up, and the look in his golden eyes alone makes the two Astartes close their mouths behind their decorated helms.

"Drop this topic of conversation."

He leaves no room for rebuttal. They cease, and Lorgar waits for the quiet sound of a vox crackling in their helmets, but finds none. Even if they don't communicate with each other however, the Primarch decides they don't need to witness him in this state any longer. He has no desire for an audience, nor to unsettle any of his sons further with an issue plaguing only himself.

"Take your leave. I need a moment to myself."

The Astartes listen without question, footsteps almost in sync as they leave the room. the cloth draped over their armor like robes swishes gently as the ladder out closes the door behind him.

Once gone Lorgar lets out a sigh, his chest relaxing. The sun is still bright, light distorted by panels of stained glass tucked between pillars with openings to a grand balcony. He wasn't making much progress of anything anyhow, and so he sees no harm in having a moment of respite to let his mind calm.

Though, it seem his mind had decided take it upon itself to wander when he wanted it least, golden eyes glancing to a book teetering on the edge of his desk with a delicate filigree across the binding.

He had thought this sickness, at first.

The way that his thoughts seemed unable to stay their path and seemed to be led astray. Lorgar was normally not one with trouble focusing, so when he'd found himself rereading pages and rewriting notes, he'd quickly begun to grow irritated at himself.

But soon, after days and nights of a foggy mind and a hunger he couldn't place, he found the source of his torment in a moment of clarity.

You.

The way you listen to his words with not just the awe of a scholar, but of someone wishing to know more of him. Of what he knows. Quickly he'd gone from you only be cast the basest of glances from across massive libraries, to the Primarch looking for the unique shape of your robes.

How you of all managed to capture him like this, he's yet to discover. But no matter how you had, you'd taken over his heart and soul none the less. He has what could be called an obsession for your eyes, that eagerness in them, grasping for a guiding hand. His guiding hand. You're a peaceful company, gentle and kind to him. He wishes to have seen such kindness in his youth.

But it wasn't just that. He quickly realizes over the scrolls he's meant to write, but only finds himself only glossing over already written words and nonsensical scribbles his hand forms from habit. He's forced to scrap the parchment and start over, biting the inside of his lip until he tastes iron on his tongue.

He doesn't just want your company. Not just your gentle voice or the feeling of your soul close to his.

He wants your touch. To feel your hand brush over his skin, to feel your lips on his own. In private- where he can unravel you to your soul and only he can see it all. To see your body draped in only the silks that lay over his massive bed, asleep.

It infuriates him.

He should be stronger than this. Love is an emotion he understands, he feels it; Towards his adoptive father, towards the Emperor, towards his sons.

But lust; He never thought himself weaker than it. He refuses to be weaker than it. To feel it's grip on him enticing him closer. You dance on the edge of a cliff beckoning him to fall as well. To think you don't even know you're doing it to him.

He had thought Kor Phaeron had beaten these feelings out of him in his youngest years; The few where he didn't tower over his human pater. He's been diligent in keeping this a secret from him, as there would be no consoling him if he found the Primarch lusting after you.

Oh, if only you knew of the thoughts he has of you when you are near- drenched in sin until they drip like a cloth soaked with blood.

He wants to feel your skin, hear the way your voice cracks as you cry, cry for him, the way your body writhes underneath his own as he ruins you for anyone but him. He wants to write on your neck, in places that your clothes fail to hide the blossoming bruises.

He wants, he wants, he wants.

But he can't just want anymore. He wants to have. To be the only one your eyes look towards.

He calls one of his sons to return, and speaks to them from across the room as he rises from his chair. He leaves his parchments scattered across the desk, unfinished and ink drying. He issues them to fetch you from where ever you may be, as he adjusts the shoulder of his robe.

"And do emphasize haste."

He doesn't know how much longer he can wait, with the way a fire overtakes his blood and his robes feel far too tight. Things like his hand can no longer suffice. He wants you.

The sanctuary of his personal quarters have never felt so relieving, when he arrives to it. Books are evenly stored on shelves all throughout, tomes of his own collection and many he had written himself. Or that his pater had, before and after his expulsion from the Covenant.

He looks away from them before he gets lost in thought on matters unbefitting of the now evening. You should be here at any moment, and Lorgar wishes to provide you a respite, not drown you in bitterness.

Anything to soothe your worries, he will do; He knows to look upon and be in the presence of a Primarch can unsettle mortals, for reasons both spiritual and physical. Lorgar turns away to look towards the quickly setting sun, just as he hears footsteps. Lorgar swears he can feel his heart begin to beat faster.

You enter slowly, head peeking around the edge of the massive door as you slip inside with the permission of the guards posted just outside.

You see him standing and staring out through an open window, over a vast stretch of palace ground. He can hear your footsteps, and turns to greet you with a warm smile and gentle look in his eyes. Lorgar has moments of fury, but so many of the times you see him, you're charmed by the surprising softness that he can show. Not many others say the same, much to your surprise.

"There you are. I've been waiting for you." You mistakenly take his sentence as a slight for being tardy.

"Apologies, I came as soon as I had gotten word." Lorgar is barely even listening to your carefully chosen words, he's too distracted by the way your hands are wringing themselves in front of you. He steps away from the window, and you speak again.

"What do you require of me, Lord Primarch?" His eyes are gentle as he brushes you off. He can see when you swallow, the way your throat bobs.

He could just order you into his bed. He knows you would do it, you're diligent and dutiful but Lorgar doesn't want to. He wants to unravel you underneath him, piece by piece, until you're just as drenched in his sin as he is. Until your body is crying and weeping for him, begging to be filled by him and only him.

"No formalities. We are past that sort of nonsense. You are more than welcome to call me by my name. As I do you." You hesitate. Your lips shift and he catches each little motion.

"Then, Lorgar, do you need something from me?"

He can hear the way his name tastes odd on your lips, but falls so smoothly from them.

Lorgar moves closer to you, up until it would take only one step for you to step on the bottoms of his robes. And then does he take a knee, lowering slowly until his right knee touches the floor. You hear the moment it does as his body weight rests with a dull thud. You're waiting for something of importance, but what he says instead is so far removed from the possible options you had in your mind, that you can only stare.

"I need you."

Your eyes widen, and he can hear you utter in your confusion,

"What?"

Lorgar recoils for a moment as you both look at each other.

You can feel your skin becoming heated at the decleration, but never had you thought this sort of thing becoming a reality. You'd thought the idea absurd, meanwhile Lorgar had been consumed by it. How you can bring a Primarch to his knee by the way his name falls from your lips. To cast aside the pleasant language he's written in for many years:

He wants to fuck you. He aches for you.

His hand moves of it's own accord, drifting closer.

"Let me touch you. Let me show you how you've overtaken my mind."

You feel his massive hand on your waist, shifting your clothing and almost revealing your skin. His fingers almost seem to shake, the same as his voice when he hisses out the words through his teeth.

"You've taken over it like a sickness, like a curse,"

He's been leaning closer to you this entire time, and now you can feel his breath on your face. His golden eyes flicker over your expression as he abruptly goes from anger, to an expression filled with adoration and something else.

"I, I'm s-" Lorgar shushes you.

"Don't be."

Your lips unconsciously part as he drifts closer, his hand still on your waist. the other joins it on the opposite side, and you can feel how much more skin they cover than a normal human's would. Lorgar might not be the largest of the Primarchs, but he still towers over you.

He crosses the distance and presses his lips to yours, feeling the warmth of his lips and his tanned skin against your own. You feel so much emotion in it that it's almost overwhelming, hands moving to rest ever so gently on his collarbone.

You could never reject his affections. And you don't want to. His lips glide across yours as he speaks.

"Let me show you it all, my beloved."

[the-archpriest-and-the-outcast]

Have you ever thought about how easily Saint Meredith could attain godhood? And yet she too refuses its call?

"Theoretically, anyone could become a god," Lorgar answered. "My other brothers are somewhat deified, in some aspects, by the humans and even some of their own Astartes that still follow them. The only difference is how many believe that to be true.

"The power of belief is mighty indeed. Look to the orkz and you'll see this truth. If you can get many, many souls to all firmly believe in something, within the Empyrean, that very thing can manfiest and be true. It is a test of wills and willpower within its depths. It is, in part, why Kor Phaeron has persisted through the many millennia -- he believes he must endure, that he must live, and so, he does. It is more complicated than that, but you understand my meaning.

"The point of this is, yes, I have thought of it. But I have considered the likes of many being able to wield such power before. There is this new, burgeoning power that is trying to grow and throw in its lot within the Great Game, for instance, that I have been taking some interest within.

"But there is a crucial, crucial misunderstanding that you seem to have with your question. There is no "refusing the call" of something like godhood. Even if you do not want it, even if you dislike it, it can and will be imposed onto you. You will find yourself fed and transformed into something different, and there is little you can do to fight it, short of destroy every soul that is trying to fuel your ascent." Lorgar's lips turned into a thin smile.

"Now, doesn't that sound very, very familiar?"