#warhammer fan fic

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Surprises.

Gonna be real this was originally meant to be smut but then it sort of took on a life its own and became just tooth rotting fluff so enjoy!

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Leta Middenlocke was many things, a liar, a cheat, a murderer and a soldier, but she never considered herself a fool, until this very moment.

They were on a moon, a small village named Kinsgard to be exact, and she had spent her wages on a dress, an actual dress and for what? To stand awkwardly in the room Ibram had been granted by the mayor of said town as a thank you for saving it from total annihilation? She examined herself in the mirror, the dress was pretty, a lovely shade of maroon that had a sweetheart neckline and reached her knees, once upon a time it would have suited her a lot more than it did now, a shaved head, bruised legs and guard issue combat boots were not this summers sought after accessories. 

Ibram would laugh at her no doubt, speaking of which where was the grumpy bastard? It was almost midnight and meetings never ran this late. 

She heard the beep of a keypad, speak of the devil and he shall always appear, and so he did, walking through the door backlit by the hallway lights, she’d know his silhouette anywhere, the cap, the coat, she’d committed it to memory.

“There you are.”

“Sorry I’m late darling..I ran into Corbec outside the pub on the way back, he and the boys were having a celebratory drink..”

 He turned and hung up his cap, then removed his coat

“And one drink became two and then two became three..” He chuckled “You know how Colm can be.”

“Aye I do.” She replied with a smile “When someone else is paying.” 

“On the house, us being heroes and all..” He turned to face her, a smile on his flushed face. “Whats this?”

“A surprise..” She twirled in the dress, he’d never seen her in anything besides her uniform before, she’d even spent ages shaving her legs with a straight razor, somehow she didn’t cut herself, a miracle. “Do you like it?” 

“Wh-Where’d you get it?”

“Bought it, with my wages..Had some saved up, since..well I don’t exactly need to buy much..” 

He was staring at her, she felt self conscious, she was right, she looked stupid, her days of dress wearing were far behind her.

“Silly really…I mean…when am I gonna wear it?” She shrugged, feeling like a burst balloon “Just..I guess…Forget it.” 

“Hey..” he walked across the room to her and put a hand under her chin “You look beautiful.” 

“You always say that.”

“Because its true.”

“I guess I just..I wanted to remind you that I’m a woman..”

“I know that, Princess.”

“Do you? Because I forget sometimes..” 

She ran her hands along the skirt of her dress, it was soft, she’d forgotten what soft clothes felt like.

“I’m just Middenlocke..”

“No, your Leta.” 

“Only you ever call me it, and even then only when no one else is around.”

“You’re Leta Victoria Middenlocke..” 

Her name had never sounded so perfect as it did coming from his mouth.

“All though, I do hope you’ll become Leta Victoria Gaunt..”

Her eyes widened, her eyebrows very almost reached her hairline.

“What?”

“I took so long out because I was getting something..”

He walked back to his coat, and when he returned he had small box in his palm

“And I had a whole plan about how I was going to suggest we take a walk and then I was going to propose under the moonlight..” He laughed, a rare sound coming from him “And then Colm went and buggered it all up by getting me drunk.” 

The ring was a gold band, simple, the only adornment was the Imperial Eagle etched into the center, Leta’s heart felt she had just survived a near death experience, she was used to that feeling, she’d had a lot of them. 

“But..How?” She asked “You…us…”

She knew from the moment she’d first kissed him, all those nights under the stars that they could never be anything official, no grand wedding, no children, no growing old together and planting tulips in a garden, that just wasn’t possible, Too many rules, too many differences between them.

She was the lowly penal legionnaire, he was the Colonel-Commissar, it just didn’t happen, not on this side of infinity.

“Ibram..I can’t be your wife.”

“Who says?”

“Literally everyone, love.” She scoffed “It would be career suicide for you and quite possibly actual suicide for me.” 

“It doesn’t have to be anything huge, I just..I want there to be a record of us somewhere…Some proof that..” He paused. “If either of us died, I’d want there to be evidence that this happened, That we loved each other.”

In all likelihood it was her who would die, that truth haunted every waking moment they spent together, a specter clawing at their happiness with ice cold claws, it would wait, a predator seeking its prey, as random as lightning striking the ground but it would come, they both knew this.

Leta Gaunt did have a ring to it.

“You have to ask me properly.”  

He smiled, and sank to one knee, Ibram Gaunt bowed to know one but the God Emperor, But he could make a exception in Leta’s case.

“Leta Victoria Middenlocke…would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”  

“Yes, Ibram, I would.”

He took the ring from the box and slid it on to her ring finger, it fit perfectly. 

He kissed her and then picked her up, he spun her around, the skirt of her dress spread around like the petals of a blooming flower and she laughed, for a moment, a fleeting moment they were just like any other newly engaged couple.

And by the Throne they would cling to this moment of happiness until the next one came along.

[skitariiposting]

The Little Servitor That Could

(Pish posh pish posh pish...)

The Martian radiation never ceased to annoy the servitor. It caused it's censors to flicker and buzz every time it left its home under the sands. The dunes it trudged through a tiring obstical

(Clank clunk clank clunk clank...)

Safety, finally. Metal beneath feet again. It had accomplished its mission successfully, too. Minimal damages to its carapace and biological components. It just had to reunite with its master to report the deed so it may be complete.

(Vrrrrrrrrrrrrr shunk. Vrrrrrrrrrr shunk.)

The door is stuck. It slides open slowly and then attempts to close, stopping short of a torso, then returning to the left. Obviously, the machine is upset about this, being unable to complete its duties of closing itself.

"Dreaded biological" the machine spirit mutters to itself. Another attempt to close, another failure. The body becomes a little more bruised, but slowly but surely the door continues attempting to bisect it so it may finally be closed. It's resisters prevent it to just clamp the body in twain in one swift shut, so it must continue this silly game of open and shut.

"I have returned from my mission master doorway," the servitor bleeps and bloops enthusiastically, "I wish to enter and report to master techpriest!"

"Ah, good, someone with limbs. Might you move this sorry sod from me servitor?"

"Of course, right away." The servitor bends down and yanks the legs of the corpse, freeing the doorway to finally complete its own mission; shutting.

"Perfect. Thank you servitor," if the door could breathe, a sigh of relief would have left it, "Now, let's get you inside." Just as quickly as it had closed, it opened again, letting the servitor through.

(Ting, foosh, ting, foosh, ting, foosh...)

The sounds of automated machinery filled the air, a beautiful orchestra of autohammers and blast furnaces preparing sheets of metal for further processing later in the production line. The servitor steps gingerly over the bodies littering the catwalks. It acknowledges the identities of skitariius, five or six, each of which having gave their lives for the mechanicus. The other bodies it does not recognize, so it does not care about them. It continues on. Another door, another access granted, another catwalk, another bout of 'body dodging.' Clearly something wrong has occurred here, but it is not the servitor's place to figure out what it was; only to deliever its message. It's mission must be completed.

(Cough... sputter... wheeze...)

The tech priest lay amongst the rubble and clutched at the wound in her side. Fatal, the likely outcome, but there was still hope. Her biological sensors are lit up like a radar cogigator when a youngling gets their incantations wrong. The damage will take hours if not days to heal if she could get to the biologus. She dragged herself to her feet. Just before she could complete the rite of opening on the door, something beat her to it. Her phosphor pistol readied itself for the first sign of aggression, its sensors poised and ready to unleash a wave of slag projectiles into the unfortunate soul. It wouldn't get the chance, however, as the soul was, in fact, the servitor.

"Oh. It's. You?" The tech priest winced once again and nearly collapsed.

"Unit 4512-"

"Yes, yes, unit number is not important right now. Hurry up so I can get to -" she faltered. This time, she would actually collapse to the ground. Blood loss was approaching critical levels. The servitor was non-plused about the ordeal. After all, the emotions portion of its brain was carved out long ago. It had no capacity for emoting to the situation. It just wanted to complete its mission so it can get started on the next one.

"I have a message from the skitariius scouting party. They wish to warn you about an incoming attack from a rogue penal colony ship. The prisoners revolted and command over the vessel."

With that the servitor had finally finished its duties. The tiny endorphine dose it was allowed coursed through its circuitry and finally, it had the feeling of a job well done.

The techpriest sat in silence for a moment, looking at the blood on her hand. She looked at the orange jumpsuits the mangled and burned corpses were adorn with all around her, then back to the servitor incredulously.

"Yeah... no kidding?" She muttered. And with that, the world spun slowly fading into blackness.

The footsteps of the servitor echoed through the hall as it continued to its next task. She caught a final glimpse of her student's body across the room catching the servitor's foot, tripping it for a moment. She sank down slowly to the floor and slipped away.

(Clank clunk clank clunk clank clunk)

[ocherednoe-dno]

the C'tan did good work, but there exist those who would improve upon it

[ladymirdan]

Im screaming incoherently. I just read one of the best fics ive read in my entire life and everyone else has to read it too or I will show up at your house and fight you! 😂

Sicarius/Prabian is my OTP

[redbatchedcumbermayned]

Dopamine Week fic recommendation #4

It was hard to choose just one story by @vitanithepure to highlight which is why I don't. So hear me out:

Do you want very well written stories with interesting dynamics and great characters? Do you like writers who get to the point fast but still paint beautiful pictures with their words? Then check Vitani's writing out!

Once we were is a story that focuses on the post game state of the Koronus Expanse where LI Heinrix van Calox and Imogene von Valancius must find a way forward, keepin their love alive amidst a new threat in the Koronus Expanse.

Or more of an AU fan?

Then go for Two Sides of The Same Aquila where two cousins inherit the warrant of trade and must find a way forward to solve the problems that Theodora has left them with. It is short, finished and has a very sweet and surprising twist at the end that I won't wan to spoiler now.

More of a smut fan? Can I offer you:

Eyes - Two times the RT and Heinrix think about each other when going on a solo adventure and one time the don't. I loved every minute of reading it.

On the prowl - more a Calligos x RT fan? Than this story is for you! Again stellar writing and a bit of a surprise at the end that I won't spoil for you.

[drjdorr]

I was considering names for my Warhammer 40k Green Lantern(Blackest Night) cross over fan fic and figured I could poll the two I'd thought of

[idle-skull]

Reunions

Lark: The Huntsman of Nostramo

Ursa approached him then, eyes filled with contempt and hands clasped before him in a nonchalant manner.

“And here I thought I’d never see you again starling, that you’d run off for good,” he looked down at Lark as he spoke, “What brings you to Terra”? Lark shook his head, and glared up at the silver and blue robed man, “I’m here on business, nothing more and nothing less”.

“Then you came with my ‘brother’, ” Ursa mused, it wasn’t joyous or light but within the bounds of scorn, “What does he have you calling yourself now, the huntsman”? He emphasized the last part, spitting it like a disease, ‘man’.

“He doesn’t have me calling myself anything, actually”, The small man said rolling his eyes.

“Then it was your own idea”. He scoffed, black, deer-like ears pricked upward in disbelief, “He’s really letting you have a run of things over there”.

“He’s fair to me, listens to me,” Lark started bitterly, adding “more than you ever where or did”. Ursa laughed, “And he lets you go through with your hare-brained schemes and plans then”, he tutted at the very idea and quickly continued, “so then tell me, does he let you continue this charade of manhood when you’re all alone, too”?

The small man glared, the tip of his lengthy tail flicking back and forth in the manner a cat’s would. Opening his mouth to retort, Ursa cut him off, “No need to speak… I believe I already know the answer to that”.

“You know nothing”, Lark growled, “not of me, not of him-“

“Then does he know of our arrangement”?

“Yes, I’ve told him everything”, he answered taken aback at the sudden change of subject, “Why? Scared we’ll out the ‘others’”? Pondering for a moment, Ursa responded, “You wouldn’t dare, you care for your sisters, even it you don’t care for me”. Lark rolled his shoulders back and stretched his neck, “Yeah…”.

“How did he react”? Ursa asked, suddenly. Narrowing his eyes, he inquired “Why do you care”?

“Just answer the question”, The robed man sighed. Lark’s pointed, fluffy ears drooped as he spoke, “Not very well…”, he looked away for a moment and coldly added “but it’s since been resolved”.

“Then you know the type of man you’re dealing with”?

“He apologized”.

“Did he really, are you sure”?

“Yes”! Lark snapped, glaring up at Ursa, baring his fangs. Lashing his tail, he spoke “We’re working on it, okay? He’s not evil, misguided and rough, yeah—, but not evil”.

“And you think you can fix him”, Ursa asked, skeptically. Lark exhaled slowly, “No, that’s not what I said—“

“Then don’t act like it”, Ursa interjected, “You’re naive, my little starling, to think that a man like that could ever be trusted with your friendship”. The small man’s expression shifted for a moment as he looked down and then back up again, “It’s not a friendship, Ursa”.

“You’ve made a mistake starling,” Ursa paused eyes growing sharp, “Konrad Curze will ruin every part of you that we’ve worked so hard to build; he will destroy your very being, who you are”.

“Maybe that isn’t such a bad thing, destroying what I had no say in,” Lark sighed and looked at Ursa, his eyes filled with pain, “Goodbye Ursa Major”. Turning on his heel and briskly walking away.

The primarch stood still as a statue, watching him go, wondering where he went wrong.

[l-is-a-writer]

The Road to 30

Hey, been a while! I’ve made a goal for myself to be professionally published by the age of 30, and I am currently 24. To cut my teeth I’ve decided to work on 3 projects all of which will be posted to my AO3 account. To keep some semblance of motivation I’ll be doing weekly updates every Friday or Saturday. The projects are all currently unnamed and will be at least beta read before posting, though at least one is gonna have multiple drafts. Stay tuned for progress updates, sneak peaks, and maybe even help me answer some questions. So ya. Below you’ll see what I’ve gotten so far and where you can find them once they are done. Shadowrun Multi-Perspective Fic: 2 pages, 1199 Words

40k Action-Romance Fic: 5 pages, 1697 words

Infinity The Game Fic: Not Started

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Pokemonemocow7

[zenatness]

These past couple of years of getting my Warhammer interactions almost exclusively via tumblr and AO3 have honestly felt a lot like

I really don’t want to be an annoying liberal 40k fan or whatever but it is actually distressing to me how many 40k fans are so openly transphobic, homophobic, racist etc but get a free pass because they’re ‘Roleplaying’ or ‘Keeping annoying people out of the hobby who want to make it worse’

My brothers in Christ, you’re falling for fascism hook, line, and sinker.

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Hazy Dawn (Ibram Gaunt x OFC)

The cot wasn’t big enough for two people, maybe that was intentional, meant to discourage the hard working men and women who served under the emperor’s banner to not give into carnal sin.

In the case of Ibram Gaunt and Leta Middenlocke, it didn’t work.

Leta’s eyes flickered open, she had finally managed to get comfortable, lying on top of Gaunt, her head on his chest, his arms around her, his hands resting on her lower back.

Her body hurt, she was bruised and not just from the previous night's activities, a scuffle between some orcs broke out and she got the crap beaten out of her, but hey, the green bugger was dead and any fight she walked away from was a win. 

Gaunt’s fingers twitched on her skin, along with the muscles in his face, his eyes moved behind his closed eyelids. 

A mumbled cry left his lips, a nightmare, it wasn’t uncommon but it still broke Leta’s heart.

“Ibby..” She whispered his name, kissing his chest “Ibby..love..” 

“Ibram..” 

His eyes opened, wide and alert, they darted around before he reality sank in.

“Leta…Sorry..” He cleared his throat “Did I wake you?”

“No need to apologize, I was already awake..” She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the softness of his skin “Hmm I slept well..”

He chuckled, she felt his thumbs rub circles into her skin “No wonder..”

She smiled and nuzzled his chest 

“I do think I love you.” He almost whispered

Her heart pounded in her chest, did she hear him right? He..loved her?

“No..I know I do..” He locked eyes with her “I love you Leta.”

“I love you too..” She smiled and kissed him, she always loved kissing him “Ibram..” 

She did love him, she’d thought it a thousand times, but to say it aloud, to hear him say it, made her heart flutter.

“We are in agreement then.” He smiled against her lips “Otherwise I would have felt very, very stupid.”

“You doubted that I did?”

“I was eighty percent sure..” 

“Anything I could do to raise that percentage?”

He smirked “As much as I would love that…” he rested his forehead against hers “We’ve got to get up, don’t want Corbec or Milo barging in..”

“Good point..” She smiled, “Not again.”

[shellswritesstuff]

any likeee girlypop/not dudebro 40k fans?? ✨️ ❤️

👀 never have I been the only brainrot, simp, etc in a fandom but getting into warhammer im like... is anyone out there?

my uncle got me into this hell and im sure not talking to him about my Space Marine II wip fic... pls... anyonee..... dm me....

[ocherednoe-dno]

most people have no more than two hands to kiss. fortunately, Belisarius Cawl is not most people.

[calchexxis]

40k Femslash Appreciation Post

There isn't nearly enough good wlw in Warhammer 40k, and don't get me wrong, I understand why. Considering the majority of the narratives consist of manly men doing manly things while wearing a buick on their torso and a refrigerator on each arm, there's going to be an obvious skew, and that's okay!

But today, I want to highlight some of the ladies of the 40k universe, as well as the other ladies that those ladies like to kiss. For the record, all of these will be on Archive of Our Own.

In my own corner, I've contributed:

Ennui: A longform about a Dark Eldar Wych and a Sororitas who find unlikely love on a world plagued by Orks, and in the process, discover a much darker plot that will threaten the fabric of the galaxy.

From Afar: Local Eldar Pathfinder pines after a pretty PDF guardswoman from the distance in the months while the Great Devourer approaches.

Saintsbride: A series rather than a single fic, that creatively reinterprets Saint Celestine and Inquisitor Greyfax's relationship in the audio drama Our Martyred Lady as being very gay.

His Fury, Our Hearts: Three Sisters Militant of the Adeptus Sororitas Heavy Armor division do battle against cult elements of the Alpha Legion while defending an irradiated hellhole, and also they kiss each other.

More excellent femslash can be found in the hands of user OnTheHuh.

The Iron Tower: An unflinching look at the darker side of the 40k universe on the smaller scale through the eyes of the 'bedmate' of the Planetary Governor of a Feudal world. Absolutely mind the tags, but you're in the mood for some angst and Regency-era style lesbian pining, this is your jam.

Sister Militant: Some of the best Adeptus Sororitas work out there, follows the trials and tribulations of a haunted Sister Militant as she struggles with her worth, her faith, and the demons in her mind. Very much mind the tags, again, but also again, Lesbian Angst and Pining. Also some really top notch action.

Finally, some more excellence from user AncillaThings!

Nemain's Bellum: A story that follows the ascension of a Sister Novitiate by her mentor, Palatine Caddel, through her first war and onward, when I said 'Sister Militant' is some of the best, this would be the rest of the best. Great sci-fi action and more girls kissing. Also trauma, but that's what we're here for, right?

Pigeons and Eagles: For fans of the truly excellent Rogue Trader game by OwlCat studios, and who maybe wants to see Sister Argenta being cute and gay with the God-Emperor's weirdest perfect princess, Cassia Orsellio, this one is for you.

[redbatchedcumbermayned]

Dopamine Week fic rec #2

LoveOfOurOwnFate (@pycnolite) has crafted a series of one shots for their RT Amber or, Amberlyn when Heinrix wants to tease her, and her relationship with Heinrix.

What to expect:

Pyromancer vs Biomancer shenanigans

Absolutely unsanctioned uses of Biomancy

Very vivid descriptions of the Psyker powers

A lot of longing and pining between Amber and Heinrix

Very poetic prose

A great Heinrix PoV

And some hot smut including THE scene in Commorragh.

I totally slept on this series but the so far 8 stories are all so good that I read them all in one day!

[drjdorr]

Downside of writing a fanfic, I think a story where the tyranids are able to actually win in the story would really be good for them since they are meant to be an unstoppable natural disaster but always lose in the stories they are in. And I just remembered that I've already made a (passable) 40k fanfic, I could write this story.

[championsandheroes]

Since this is making the rounds, I feel like I should add the links to the other Tidy Marine comics:

the origins of the neat banners

tidiness is next to godliness ok?

then there's this one

an attempt was made

and stupid sexy Khorne

Return of Tidy Marine, part 3. I blame Broseidon over at Tapas for this. I promise, C&H won’t become a Warhammer comic, I just… needed to get this out of my system.

Over at Patreon, society6, and redbubble we keep failing to live up to Tidy Marine’s standards. It’s ok. So is everyone else.