#wh40k reader insert

[aerkame]

Warhammer 40k Fic ideas

I think we can all agree that Warhammer 40k has an insane amount of lore and it's hard to pick just one topic. So, I decided to just make a poll and ask from a list of topics that you guys would want to see written in as a fanfiction.

Now, there is a full fanfiction I plan on writing already based on a one shot fic I already wrote, but aside form that, I am not sure what other topics to get into.

For my usual readers, yes, I am still writing that finfolk fanfiction and Alive AU

Some of these are reader inserts for a reason (or at least, I just don't know how I could write an x reader for it) for the sake of staying in character or maintaining their image. The Emperor *cough cough*-

I love the custodes in case you could not tell. :]

[toto-the-cactus]

A little brain fart that I got and needed to write down after a friend introduced me to Warhammer 40K.

This was heavily inspired in the short stories from @moodymisty with their Mortarion x Reader focus. I like the proposal of Mortarion's beloved being their complete opposite in appearance and personality but from the pov of Fulgrim of all people. My man not computing the mix.

Pairing: Mortarion x Reader (Female)

CW: none

The Flower

“Fulgrim… Fulgrim, you’ve been staring like that for half an hour. Stop it"

He knew, of course.

The Primarch was well aware that he was being less than dignified by the way he kept looking at Mortarion’s direction across the room, but the occasion warranted such a reaction and he was ready to call Ferrus out in his hypocrisy as he had been as curious as Fulgrim when the news reached them.

Mortarion, of all their brothers… somehow managed to find himself a sweet looking mortal that had accepted marriage by the simple excuse of ‘love’. Had it been an arranged marriage, the white-haired Primarch wouldn’t be this off put by the information as he was well acquaintanced with such political strategies, but since that wasn’t the case, Fulgrim had felt a bit too cynical about the matter.

He was ready to be faced by the haughty appearance of a tired baseline human, probably carrying herself more like a resigned corpse than someone worthy to be called ‘A Primarch’s wife’.

But lo and behold, The Phoenician felt like someone had dared to slap him in the face.

The little thing clung to Mortarion’s large frame by his hand and the contrast between them was both hilarious and confusing. Where the Primarch of the Death Guard Legion carried himself with a dark and haunting presence that tainted the pristine walls of the imperial palace, his partner looked cheery and amicable while engaged in a joint conversation with Sanguinius, who hadn’t been blind to the light nervousness you showed by the way you kept playing with the fine fabric of your dress.

That action, while of kind intentions, seemed to put the Pale King on edge as he stayed even closer to his dearest like some terrible shadow putting his possessive mark on her.

‘Figures’, the violet-eyed demigod thought unamusedly at the clear display of jealousy from their outcast sibling, as he never hid his bitterness towards some of their brothers that he felt life had favored.

It was when she glanced at Mortarion that Fulgrim almost choked with his wine because Emperor almighty, that was a look that the white-haired man had seen on very few occasions.

Your eyes shone with warm and overwhelming love, adoration even, that caught both Primarchs close to you a bit off guard. Of course, Mortarion quickly recovered by it and with a flustered look (flustered!), got the little mortal closer to him with his huge hand by her waist.

That was all the sign that Sanguinius needed to excuse himself away to leave the merry couple in their little bubble.

“I can’t understand… the guy has a presence of looming death and the smell to back it up and she seems the complete opposite” muttered Fulgrim to Ferrus in complete confusion. The little thing looked like she easily could find any male to be her companion, as the mortal was quite the sight and yet her eyes rarely left their brother’s form.

Fulgrim could easily imagine Mortarion’s fingers staining her beautiful pale dress and yet the lady barely even blinked when asking to deliver a soft kiss to the cheek of the Primarch.

“Well… Mortarion looks happy at least.” Ferrus answered, trying to distract the white-haired demigod to what was possibly his major headache.

And wasn’t that the most prominent truth around it? For as confusing as the sight was to The Phoenician, their brother found this beautiful flower and did what any sane person would do: he kept her for himself.

Hope yall liked it <33

[lemon-russ]

Your lion fic was beautiful. May I request more? Anything will do really. But here are my requests.

Lion angrily jerking it after experiencing one (1) emotion

Lion aggressively cuddling you. You're not hurt or sick or have lost feeling in your lower body temporarily, he just wants to be close to you. And be an ass about it.

You wear his legion colours/symbols and he gets really horny.

40k Lion reminiscing about an old lover from 30k (using that term loosely, they were probably just fuck buddies) and maybe they meet again in 40k. Let's say a perpetual reader.

Anyway these are just my brainworms. Feel free to ignore.

And yes, I am aware I have a thing for stoic men losing it and being absolute freaks. I am currently in search for a good therapist.

Sorry for the delay, but I feel adjacent to a human today, so I finally finished this! Also the way you presented it made me snort laugh haha, the kind message into "angrily jerking it" lmfao

Anyway here's The Lion straight jorkin' it (I like all your suggestions and might come back to the colors one especially!)

Tags: @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye @lisikk

Thanks @squishyowl for the dividers!

Lion El'Jonson X Fem!Reader

CW: Lion straight up jorkin' it. That's all.

Stupid woman, Lion thought, slamming his chamber doors closed.

He started angrily undoing the belt of his tunic as he marched to his bed, fingers frustratingly fumbling the latch in a hurry.

Stupid, infuriating woman.

Guilliman had sent a representative to give The Lion updates about some missions the Ultramarines had been on, just the average doldrum of war talk. But the representative he sent was his little Ambassador pet.

“My Lord?” You had said, looking up at him between explaining supply lines, “You seem very tired. Did you not rest well?”

He’d been shocked by the simple question. He had indeed been without a proper rest for a bit too long. But, no one ever asked such things about him. He was a god to most baselines, infallible and untiring, beyond mortal needs. But you spent a majority of your time around his brother, so of course you could read him better than a random serf could. And you’d been… concerned. For him.

“Wh- I…” he had stuttered, caught off guard. That annoyed him. Being flustered by a tiny baseline woman’s concern for him annoyed him. The pang of unnameable emotion that shot through him annoyed him. The sudden pulse of pressure below his stomach, especially annoyed him.

“Don’t be daft woman-” he had spat back. You’d just smiled softly at the verbal attack, soft eyes scanning his face, studying the circles forming under his eyes. Then for some warp damned reason, you had gone and made him a cup of recaff. You placed it in front of the flabbergasted Primarch and returned to explaining your papers like nothing had passed.

Stupid woman.

The minute you’d given him a quick aquillan salute and been on your way out the door, He had turned on his heel and stormed off to his quarters, leaving confused serfs in his wake as he pushed them aside, some even falling to the floor. “No one disturb me.” He had growled, stalling their pursuit of him.

He finally pulled his pants down, holding his tunic aside as he knelt on his bed. That feeling that you had invoked in him had shot right between his legs. The whole rest of the meeting, he was struggling to focus on anything but how hard you had made him.

He grasped himself, groaning at the friction at last as he stroked. Your image assaulted his mind. You leaning over the table just enough that he could see down the far too loose tunic dress you wore. He growled remembering that glimpse of your breasts, infuriatingly framed in ultramarine blue. It should have been HIS colors.

He grasped himself tighter as he assailed his aching cock, falling back on his pillows. It should be Dark Angels green you were in. No- it should be nothing at all. You should be naked in his bed. You should be panting in his lap-

His hips bucked himself fruitlessly into his hand at the image. Your sweet face, flush and gasping as you rode him. Did you look at Guilliman the way you’d looked up at him? Did you fetch him drinks when you noticed he was worn? The thought enraged The Lion. How dare you go back to the Macragge��s Honour, back to anywhere but his bed.

He gripped the sheets, yanking at his tunic as he frustratedly picked up speed, ignoring the slight soreness from his calloused palm attacking his cock without anything to help the friction. It wouldn’t be an issue if it was you on him instead. He bet you were plenty slick, and tight-

He felt his balls start to tighten, drawing in a hissing, ragged gasp through grit teeth. His bed creaked with the cadence of his hips jerking up into his fist. You should be here. You should be wrapped around him, holding on for your life as he used you like a cocksleeve- he imagined your small hands splayed over his stomach for balance, trying desperately to hold yourself down against his bouncing.

He fisted his cock faster, frustrated by the sub-par sensation of his own rough skin, barely slicked with his pre-cum as he drove himself forcefully toward an orgasm. He was frustrated he’d immediately given in to such base instincts. He was Frustrated you could drive him to this with one little question, with one sweet look.

His mind flooded with the image of you giving him that little smile, eyes soft and concerned in defiance of his sharp words-

He let out a snarl as the heat in him snapped, shooting his spend over his stomach in jerking pulses. A few more hard pumps on his cock drained him, shuddering and mind blank, before he collapsed back on the bed, legs shaking and ragged gasps wracking his lungs.

He lay panting, covered in his own seed, twitching his hips up in the aftershocks. This was your fault. You stupid, damnable woman.

He groaned and let his arm fall to his side as the sensations eased from his need-drunk mind.

He had a very stern demand to draft. If his brother wanted him to keep playing nice- which he had been, he’d been very cooperative he thought, he earned some credit- If Guilliman wanted Lion to keep his word about their plans and supplies and defenses-

Then the cost was merely one insignificant little diplomat woman.

[sculptorofcrimson]

Yandere! Valdor

Valdor, the most loyal, the greatest of the Custodes, a Primarch in all but name. Who else can obsess more than him, whose every function besides loyalty was beaten out? A/N: Playing “fucked up obsessive twinks” on easy mode here, aren’t I? I’m sorry, SCP-XXXX who requested this, but you told me Valdor was a twink, and evil twinks are the best kind of men, so therefore this is your fault! Full throttle ahead, let us be damned together! ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Relationships: Valdor/Gn!Reader, mentioned Valdor/Emperor Mentions: @kit-williams would you like some food?

Valdor does not love. 

The Custodes simply can not love. Their love perished beneath treachery and fire, ten thousand years ago, and they simply cannot piece the remnants that was a heart back together again. 

The Emperor took away their ability to love any but Himself, and what else could be left but a hollow void, an immortality without substances, a heart that beats while it lacks its other half? 

There was simply nothing left of him to spare when the Emperor had brought down his claws. His love, his joy, his dreams, all gone, wiped away like sand upon the sea. Leaving behind nothing more than a hollow without sustenance, a phantom vestige of a dream crushed long ago, its corpse entombed within perfected flesh and bone and blood. 

He loves no one, not even himself. When the Emperor died ten thousand years ago, he lost his way. He lost his tether to life itself. And for ten thousand years he wandered for the corpse of his master. There was a poem once, a poem so long ago about the loyal dog that stood guard before his master’s bones, who licked the once-petting hand once, and laid down to die. 

Valdor’s loyalty is no weaker than that dog’s.

He loves no one, not even himself. But he loves the Emperor. He loves Him, so brokenly, so obsessively, so utterly insane in his adoration, the First Custodian would have let Him tear him apart if He wished. 

He loved the Emperor. 

And that is why he loves you. He thinks you to be his Emperor. If not Him, then at least a shard.

He doesn’t care who you were, he doesn’t care whether you were once a captain, a Chapter Master, a Thunder Warrior even. He thinks you to be his master, back from the dead, one of His shards caught in life and flesh. 

He thinks you’re Him. Or, if not Him, at least a fragment of His former glory.

Valdor calls you his Emperor, his shard, his beloved, he ignores any name you had once in favor of calling you his master. A name is only a word, after all, and you are nothing but his Emperor reborn, in his mind. A guardsman, an Astarte, a Thunder Warrior, you are all mortal beneath his eyes. He only smiles that cold, humorless smile of his when you attempt to correct him, when he brushes off your words with the same cold, humorless disinterest. 

Valdor thinks you to be his Emperor. And he doesn't care that you were once someone else, you were not always his beloved, you were not the master he imagined, that you are not the master he built from memories and bones. 

You were nothing before his master, he reasons, you will be nothing after his master, and you were his Emperor once upon a time. It is doubtful if he can even know love, if he had not projected his own delusions of his Emperor upon another. Valdor failed Him once and only now the fates have judged him fit enough to protect a shard of Him, one that is so frail compared to himself, so unspeakably mortal, his atonement for the master he failed so long ago. 

He failed the Emperor once, and watched Him die. He will not do so again.

Protection. You will never walk free again, never without his cold presence by your side, that effortless, confident stride as he accompanies his master. You will never know the taste of sunlight, the easy voice of another conversationalist before their words taper off into uncertainty, and then fear, beneath the jealous glare of your bodyguard. How their sentences trail off, how Valdor looms like some ancient, murderous harpy, his shadow constantly overcasting yours.

He knows nothing of love, of human emotion. But he knows protection. And he knows obsession. 

Valdor is not a passionate man. But he is neither a cruel one either. Of course, Valdor will never raise a spear nor blade against his adoration, to strike his master would certainly mean death, but he will slaughter your loved ones without even horror. He will whisper litanies of loyalty on his knees while his Custodes sink in the knives. He will speak ironclad promises and gilded oaths when they label your soldiers traitors and slaughter them upon the snowfields, when they hail for unity, and hear the blade fall. 

He seems to like walks in wintery fields. It reminds him of what he lost long ago, when the Emperor took him atop Ararat, and he enacted His first vengeance upon the Thunder Warriors. He sometimes brings you there, to altitudes higher than even what a Space Marine can withstand, and gathers you beneath his cloak, whispering memories that were never truly yours, asking for your orders, asking for your forgiveness, asking if you can remember what it felt like ten thousand years ago.

(Sometimes, you can nearly believe him when he says you’re a shard. It’s flattering, almost, to be under the eye of the captain-general.)

He can kill. There is nothing left of him if he could not. Nothing but the Emperor’s spear, a sharpened tool meant to kill and to serve, and to be cast away when its function is complete. You have nothing to fear from him, of course, he would rather end himself than raise a blade against his master. But he loves no other. He does not know how to love. And that makes him dangerous. You know it when you gaze into his eyes, you are sure you could imagine him covered in the blood of your loved ones, guardian spear flashing as he hacks through them without even the shadow of hesitation. He will take no fear, no regret, no relief, barely even satisfaction in the grim act, and yet that is somehow more profane than joy in slaughter. Not even a single hint of joy, wild and unfettered in the sheer cruelty, not even a single hint of an ambition for why he would lay such altars of blood before his master’s feet, only simply because He wanted it to be so, and simply because he loved Him. 

In his eyes, you are his Emperor. But he does not always obey you. He does not kneel as he would’ve knelt before his master. Because he knows, Valdor knows that to protect Him, to serve Him properly, sometimes he must smother Him for His own good. It’s the twisted rationale of a dog who has lost his master, whose death had rocked him so thoroughly he was willing to kill to save Him again. 

Valdor kneels, of course. He’ll kneel before you and speak his words of loyalty, he’ll give you his names one by one if you only ask. Valdor has never considered himself eloquent with words, but he’ll listen to you, he’ll even let you command him as the Emperor would have done. Rank be damned, he cares not if his Emperor had been reborn as a guardsman or an Astartes or even a Thunder Warrior. 

But he does not hide his obsession. To obsess is the only way he knows to love, after all. He’ll smother his beloved with his protection, with his adoration. He’ll hack his way to be their only protector, their only bulwark before the madness, the only man they can trust to defend them. Gaze upon his Emperor once, he’ll tear them apart. Love the Emperor more than him, and he’ll bury their bones beneath the snowfields. 

And be loved by the Emperor more than him….and he’ll betray them as he had betrayed the Thunder Warriors. He’ll sink in golden knives and golden spears in turned backs without even the hint of remorse, Valdor will remind his beloved that it is he who is the servant, it is he who serves to be praised for his duty. Valdor can take you from your family as the Emperor took him from his, he’ll so effortlessly ensure the utter protection of his new Emperor, all for himself. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

It is he who should be the favored servant.

No one can love you more than I, my Emperor.

He’ll croon those litanies of loyalty to you. He’ll whisper those promises of protection, of ambition, he’ll promise you an eternity while standing atop the frozen ashes of your loved ones. He’ll promise you a throne if you don’t cry, if you’ll love him as his master did. He’ll bring you a crown of gold, he’ll strangle the living storm for you, if only you promise to let him protect you, if you promise if you’ll be his Emperor. 

You died once. I will not let you do so again, my Emperor.

And his obsession would never be checked, and much less ended by the true power behind the Imperium.

You are his Emperor. In that mind He broke so thoroughly long ago, you are the Emperor, reborn. Heavy is the head that bears the laurel, bloodied is the hand that holds this mad dog’s leash.

It is Valdor who should be the favored servant. 

No one will protect you more than I, my liege. 

He will protect you. 

He will protect you, obsess over you, guard you with the hollow that is a heart. He’ll bring you a throne, a crown, an army, an eternity, if only you promise, if only you’ll be his Emperor. 

The Emperor died ten thousand years ago. And in turn, he casted you in His corpse.

[remembrancersticky]

I've decided his name is Asmundr and his second favorite activity is ice fishing with his teeth

[ilisteria]

Quick Erebus x GN Reader piece (709 words)

I don't actually like him but there's a surge in fans of him and I don't feel confident about dipping my toes into writing for a Primarch yet, so I may as well debut with Kharn's our not-so-friendly neighborhood punching bag douchebag.

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Summary: You are a serf on one of the Sons of Horus ships and you've caught Erebus' eye. He has you trapped in a dark room to sell some Chaos propaganda to you. Set before the Heresy.

Warnings- Slightly suggestive towards the end but not really; manipulation through religion. It's Erebus, what can I say?

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Impenetrable dark and the hum of ventilation shafts, chilled air that lightly bites at the skin leaving trails of raised hairs - your eyes did not adjust to the false-night of the lightless chamber, as though your sight had been stolen away by some blind daemon.

You shake your head upon this thought, the brush of your hair against your neck only sending more shivers down your spine, each strand feeling too similar to the soft raking of nails on your neck. “Dogma,” You whisper beneath your breath. “There are no such things as daemons.”

“Is that so?”

You freeze upon those words, their velvety syllables ringing hollowly in your ears like false promises in the wind. Your heart drums loudly in your chest, each beat against your rib cage feeling as though they are being wrung from your body through some mysterious force, and the intruder only chuckles, barely audible over the ambient noise of the ship.

“Your heart does not believe your own words. Your soul, too, knows better than to parrot the drivel of the so-called Imperial Truth.” 

Large hands that dwarf your shoulders would come down to rest atop them, cold ceramite heavy on your fragile form like a thick sheet of ice over water. You could almost see the sly grin upon his face, the eyes of your soul piercing through the veil where your mortal ones were found lacking. 

He continues, his voice remaining ever steady as a preacher of the Imperial Truth did, yet in the rumbling of his chest and the slight tightening of his grip are the traces of a mad fanaticism, almost a perversion that hinted at an abyss beneath the placid exterior. 

“You see it as well, do you not? The eyes in the dark, the whispers that scream in a thousand voices - but only when you dream.”

“N-no, I know nothing, I see nothing-”

“You lie,” He hisses, but it is more in amused mocking than festering rage. “I can smell the fear in you, little one. But that is no matter, for your fear speaks more truthfully than your tongue. That is good, for I know now that you may yet be saved.”

It feels as though the room has become several degrees colder, your plain serf’s uniform doing little to stave off a chill that could be felt in the soul. There are eyes on you, more eyes than simply those of the intruder, and they rake over your body and soul as they titter restlessly within the void between the known and unknown.

There were daemons out there, watching and waiting for their prey or perhaps their lord, which possibility it was indiscernible to you over your fear.

The intruder chuckles again, the swell of each vowel of his laugh becoming more disjointed as though a second voice shares his throat and pulls the sounds from his body in a way that seems to elicit sensations of religious ecstasy. 

"You are destined for things much greater than a mere cupbearer of the Warmaster, little one. There are plans for you, promises of status greater than mere serf or concubine, more power and wealth than you could’ve dreamed of, sensations that will dwarf the finest drug or drink in the Imperium…but He has blinded you to your true purpose.”

His grip tightens again, your body jerking forwards in response, but he does not loosen his grip nor utter apologies, and you could not break the grip of an Astartes. There is a silent order in the way the eyes surrounding you bore into you - to remain in place, to remain silent, and to open your heart to a force far greater than you could ever hope to fathom - in your current state. 

Erebus was its prophet, and you a disillusioned disciple of the Anathema’s sect.

“His truth is little more than shackles to bind the inherent human desire for gods. He denies us of our glory, our eternity, our evolution, and our pleasures.

“I can teach you to free yourself, to claim your birthright and see for yourself the ways of the true gods. You need only to have a little...faith in my methods. 

“Tell me then, little one, are you prepared to be enlightened?”

[aerkame]

It Was Just The Wind

Warhammer40k reader insert concept one shot (may be others...)

I have many fast thoughts and sometimes it's difficult for me to organize my ideas, but sometimes, certain ones stick, like this one. For my usual Welcome Home fans on here, I hope you don't mind, but there really isn't anyone doing reader inserts and I feel it's my responsibility now to make some. Concept: When you sleep, their universe goes quiet, a ghost town, save for powerful beings that stay behind, and you take the place of the beings that once existed there, free to roam around unbothered. For now at least. Read the bottom for details on this concept.

It was just like the other nights, all the same but also different. Once you felt yourself drift into slumber you had these vivid and all too real dreams. This was something you assumed to be just lucid dreaming, something that happened when a person became self-aware of their own dream.

That was until you got hurt.

You remember it clearly as if it happened just yesterday. In the "dream" there was the skull of...something. It was metallic and covered in neon green fluids. An object stuck out from the side of it's face, a chain-saw? Or was it a sword? A sword-saw you concluded. It was large but clearly man-made.

In an attempt to get a closer look, you slipped on the green liquid and landed on top of the strange skull. The sharp edges of the head sliced the flesh of your arm, leaving a long gash with no blood. You didn't react, not feeling anything, you assumed it was because you were dreaming. No blood came dripping out. It was as if it didn't happen... Suddenly feeling strange, you felt yourself begin to stir and wake.

Eyes shooting open, you looked down with blurry vision as a burning sensation spread throughout your arm. The bed was covered in fresh blood. There was blood dripping from a fresh wound...there was blood dripping from a fresh wound-

Panicking, you stumbled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, opening the cabinet to take out the first aid kit you never thought you would need.

You quickly debated washing the wound but decided against it, it's too deep to do that. You got the pads out and started applying pressure as the gauze was slowly wrapped around, finishing it off with the bandages. It was rushed, but that would have to do for now. You were going to the hospital even though it was late. This was far too much blood for you to ignore.

Getting in the car a bit woozy, you started driving.

It was quiet when you walked in, and surprisingly empty for the most part, only one or two other people were there. When a nurse finally checked on you, you gave the poor excuse that you fell on a sharp metal scrap when walking out in the dark. The nurse gave you a questioning look but got someone to start treating you regardless. You were still trying to process what happened...how it happened, still in shock.

-

The next few nights were absolute nightmares. You didn't want to go back to sleep after that. It was scary to think about. Maybe you were attacked in your sleep? If so, then you should have called the police to check the house. But then again, no one was there when you woke up. It was just you. All alone.

You grew sleep-deprived as the days went by, thankful you have a week off from work due to your injury, but oh, sleep culled you. Your body screamed for rest. So you gave in.

It was different each time like before. You have seen so many places now just by sleeping. Of course you explored with caution now, fully aware that getting hurt wherever there was, would result in injury to yourself here in your own body.

Eventually you had begun making literal maps of these places. Your memory was so fresh that each time you awoke you sketched landmarks and whatever else would help with mapping. It was strange and scary at first, but over time you grew to love these little adventures in dreamland.

There was what you assumed to be different planets with aliens and their own cultures. At least that's what you could guess from what was left behind. You felt like an archeologist almost. You did wonder though, why did everything look so fresh? There were no living beings around each time you visited, at least none you had come across yet.

Regardless of the strange circumstances, adventure called to you, so you slept.

This dream was different from the rest.

Tonight, you found your conscious in what looked like a cathedral or some kind of golden palace. Statues, stained glass windows, and art surrounded the halls. You followed along a grand hall slowly, taking everything in. You did not want to forget a single detail from tonight. It was beautiful. So ethereal.

Hallways looped around in one big circle from what you could tell, leading to a center hallway, that must be main path.

Quickly walking down the hallway, you stopped and looked up.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me..."

Stairs upon stairs stacked each other, leading up to what must be a throne room. Each step was human-sized, if human-sized humans were 7ft giants. You felt like a child trying to get up the stairs. But that wasn't going to stop the ever-growing curiosity in you. Lifting yourself up, you started walking up the stairway as best you could. One big step at a time.

Finally reaching the last set of stairs you sighed. You were going to be exhausted when you woke up for sure.

Rolling onto your side, you sat up almost immediately, not needing endurance in your dreams as you scanned your surroundings. It was more beautiful up here than anywhere else. Pillars were decorated in what looked like long strips of paper with unknown language written on them, something you saw often on battlefields attached to pieces of armor and sometimes guns. You wished you could stay here forever, it was so grand and dreamy to look at.

A small noise caught your attention. Something creaked shortly a few times before stopping again. You looked behind you for the sound, finally noticing the gigantic throne built into the wall.

There, sat what looked like the skeleton of a human, a large human. That must have been why everything here is so big. It's for these guys.

You slowly started walking towards the throne for a closer look, throwing your previous caution to the wind. The skeleton had wires and strange machines threading through the body, connecting to the armrests and behind the backseat. A single lens stuck out from one eye socket with another optic sealed behind.

Unable to reach the throne steps without climbing it, you decided to just look from a distance. You didn't want to be disrespectful even if this stranger was dead. Deciding to just look, not touch, you put your hands together to give a small prayer for the stranger. Whatever happened to them must have been awful. The prayer wasn't towards any particular god or religion, it was just something open-ended that you often did for others. Another creak sounded, grabbing your attention. This time the sound was right in front of you. You squinted...

The tips of the fingers were moving, gripping the very ends of the armrests.

Strong skeletal fingers left indents in the armrests, moving so slowly you wouldn't even know there was movement save for the throne creaking under the pressure. This person was still alive. There was someone alive here with you.

Your voice was caught in your throat as you looked up to stare into the skeleton's optics. There was no signs of life in them, no movement to take note of. So how is this happening...

"Ah!-"

You flinched grabbing the front of your head.

There was a sharp pain and then a swirling fuzzy feeling. It slowly spread downwards to the rest of your body. You slumped forwards before falling over, struggling to move your limbs that grew numb, everything felt so weird. It was like something-someone was trying to use your limbs for you, you felt like a puppet.

Struggling, you managed to fight back the numbing sensations and look once more at the throne. A single red eye stared back you.

The blankets went flying as you yelled, arms flailing and legs kicking now able to move. You sat stunned for a few moments, before finally processing what happened. "I think I need a therapist."

Looking at the clock, it read 7:45AM.

With a sigh you got up to make breakfast, maybe next time you'll find some answers.

-

It was strange. Well, everything has been strange recently. Rumors of The Emperor returning have been spreading all over the planet. But there has yet to be proof, only some bits here and there saying that the throne's armrests have been destroyed. Some say that it was the shear will of The Emperor's might that let him wake if only for a moment, and some say that the throne just needs to be maintained. There has been much speculation and no answers.

Whatever the answer is, it doesn't change the excitement that comes from said rumors, it has boosted the morale and spirit of mankind. But it also does not explain the memory relapses.

Everyone has experienced it almost daily now, even the xeno enemies that threaten humanity.

Short periods of times, usually seconds or milliseconds, lost. Not one person can remember those moments. It's like no one was around. As short of a time as it was, it still concerned many.

It's almost like nothing, but there was something. Who knows, maybe it was just the wind.

-

Some things I wanted to clarify about this concept:

The reader is not affected and can not interact with The Warp or deamons because the reader does not exist to them technically, they aren't from that universe. If a deamon tried possession it'd be like trying to posses a thought, not a physical being. Think of the reader as a projection or astral projection. You are there but not really. there's no real body...buuut, the reader can interact with physical structures or dead bodies. Things that aren't alive.

Because of #1, it is assumed that the reader can not be seen, heard, smelled, or felt by anyone either (unless they're powerful enough). Though I don't think you would want to test that out in the 40k universe, let's just stay hidden yeah?

Once the reader wakes back up, everything that did not exist previously in the 40k universe comes back as if nothing happened, as if no time at all passed. Save for the few beings that did stay along with anything that is dead. Some beings remember these strange events. They know...and oh, looks like you might have left a evidence of your presence behind. Maybe you aren't as invisible as you thought.

Why did this happen? Let's just say something or someone made a connection to the conscious of the reader, making them a conductor to The Warp or whatever was used to do this. It could have been anything really, maybe a Librarian? Perhaps someone greater did this...maybe The Emperor. He might not be physically able-bodied, but he defiantly seems to be mentally and phykilogically(phykerly?) there.

Forgive me if I got some things wrong biologically, I only have first aid training so I was writing based on that. You'd be shocked at how little blood it takes for you to pass out or die. Our skin also slices pretty easily so I wouldn't be surprised if someone sliced their whole arm open from falling on something as small as aa sheet of metal.

I know Warhammer 40k reader insert fanfictions are not as popular, but I really do want to explore that and come up with concepts that would fit and make sense such as this one with a 21st century reader.

[toto-the-cactus]

Ayo! Finished this damn thing. Hope this is still good. Tell me who we should go find next <333

Tagging some people that have been waiting for this update:

@danart501 @ilikemytittieswithwarmmilk

Summary: As a perpetual, you have been by the Emperor's side for most of your immortality. There's no name for what strange dynamic you both share, but you do trust him and your loyalty eventually pays off over millennia once he fulfills an old promise he made during your first ever encounter.

Pairing: Emperor of Mankind x Perpetual!Reader (Female)

CW: None

Part 1 - Part 2 - ?

The Mother (2)

The pregnancy had been a success and the development was nothing short of fast and strenuous. You should have expected Him to mold your body in a manner that would serve Him better for his wishes and plans to be fulfilled.

His Great Crusade needed to be accomplished and you suddenly became part of the means to that end.

What a dreadful fate. To be nothing but his petri dish.

And so, Horus was born. His little form being held against your chest like the precious treasure that he was, making the sorrow of not having the rest of your children there too be momentarily forgotten by his awaited arrival, cooing and grunting in delight at the warmness of your encompassing heartbeat once he settled at your bosom.

A memory you cherished to the end of time while it had burned itself on your soul to leave a lasting mark. You had cried in joy, hunched over yourself to blanket your newborn with your whole begin and feel him real, psychical, between your arms.

His accelerated growth didn’t deter you enough from enjoying any time with your baby boy, from supporting him during his unforgiving training to reading with each other's company at the main library of the Imperial Palace. All for the sake of letting him be loved by you.

It was a matter that (while not ideal) didn't interest the Emperor much, for his plans were already taking proper form and the ‘gift’ of not taking away your son from you was enough of a blessing that didn’t need to be addressed again.

Even if that notion tasted like ash on your mouth.

Your little boy wasn’t so little anymore and that sometimes worried you, as you knew very well the kind of expectations the Emperor held for Horus; the true born Primarch, a warrior to serve under his Father’s light as a tool despite his own Mother’s unyielding love. You couldn’t help but feel like this was a prelude of some sort of omen.

Most of the days eventually became grey on its core, for your son was now in charge of his Legion, the Luna Wolves, marking his very first start as an official Primarch under the service of his Father… laying you to the sides like you have always been when regarding the Emperor.

Did Horus know how much it hurt his distance? How much it hurt to witness his crave for the approval of a man made god… when you simply wished to read a book of old literature in his company?

You hated being made again this tragic effigy of the woman with the eyes of a dying lamb. You felt forgotten… a ghost from these golden walls.

But the eventual call of Erda served to stray you away from such gloom thoughts. Her psyker powers a breach through your mind’s wall but clear enough for a single sentence to make your heart take a leap out close to your throat.

“I found one of them”

You couldn’t have been faster in your life to get a lunar cruiser ready to reach the needed destination; not even willingly to explain yourself when the Emperor saw you boarding the vessel. But as always, He went and proved to still be an enigma to you thanks to his ever unnatural actions.

“Go along with her… and make sure to protect her and obey her during the travel only” his command was absolute when he addressed four of his Custodes, their impassive disposition only showing the barest of emotion when fulfilling their Emperor’s orders like a gospel, but the specifics of his directive weren’t lost to you: to obey you just this single time. Nothing more, nothing less.

Of course, you weren't ungrateful to his gesture and thanked him deeply for it with a kiss to the palm of his armored hand when he caressed your cheek, but He quickly dismissed the matter. He knew what you were about to do and it wasn't like he Himself hadn’t been picking any possible clues to find the other Primarchs out there that you two wholeheartedly believed to still be alive.

Sometimes you wondered if the Emperor had managed to have a tiny, small part of instinctual fatherhood to be awakened within him after all the time he had spent with Horus. It was a nice thought. A hopeful one, but you knew better than to get your expectations up.

Once settled inside the cruiser, the coordinates were introduced to start the travel to retrieve one of your children.

Erda’s voice still echoing inside your mind when she told you the planet that you needed to search for: Nuceria.

-°-

The sight had been painful.

The worst nightmare a mother could ever expect.

Your arrival had been anything but discret at the revolting planet of Nuceria, having been informed of the life that the elites carried at the expense of the blood and flesh of slaves forced to fight for any resemblance of survival by their supposed masters. The irony wasn’t lost on you, but millenia of serving the Emperor had made you receptive to his ideals and methods. Justifying your own purpose by standing on his side could derive a vulnerability that you weren’t ready to confront. You needed to believe in the Emperor even if he took too far the phrase “Any means justify the end”.

After all, immortality has only made it easier for your troubling love to persevere longer in your stubborn heart and for fickle human lives to become an afterthought. You were well aware that you weren’t any better than Him in the ever present inhumanity you carried. 

When your child had looked at your direction, imposing form towering over your smaller frame and covered in so many slashes and blood, your heart had seized in a painful knot. Those scars were injuries you hadn’t been able to sooth with compassion. You had failed your son and that was something you’ll never forgive yourself.

The only mercy you could offer was to take him away from this wretched place.

Just when you were ready to take a step towards him, you saw his eyes harden and his posture change in defense with squared up shoulders. A warning if you decided to go against him and the thorn inside your chest only bled even more.

The Custodes that had escorted you as per their orders maintained a cold and terrifying disposition, deterring any of the guards surrounding you and your son’s tribe to take a last step. The commotion at the fighting pit had been great but you cared little for these people and their sick sense of entertainment. Fighting was an art of the honorable and the strong; to be used in epic battles to build history and civilizations. Using it as a careless trick was absolutely insulting.

It was beyond you to do this. Against any of the natural ingrained fighting instinct that had saved you for years, but the desperation of a mother overrode any of that to mere dust and motivated you to do the one thing you wished to believe will make your son realize who you were.

“I’ve been dreaming of finding you… for so long. I’m here now, my son”

And you saw it behind his hardened eyes, and you rejoiced in the recesses of your mind. There was a semblance of recognition shining through his stare at the timbre of your voice.

A far away lullaby that accompanied him in his lowest moments.

An step became two, then three and so on until you found yourself right at your child’s side after a few strides, hand gently touching his roughed one until the grip over his twin axe became slack, allowing you to take a better hold in an attempt to convey all the encapsulated emotions that stormed within your soul.

Grief, sadness, frustration, longing, relief… love.

You’ve been waiting for so long.

No one moved beyond you, tugging his huge arm towards you while softly telling him “It’s time to go home”, but those words instead of making him relax in your presence, had the opposite as his stance became once again defensive. At least this time he genuinely looked conflicted on the matter, glancing back at the other slaves that simply stayed behind as mere spectators of the whole encounter, unable to properly react when not just a few moments ago they were ready to lose their lives in the pits.

Ah, you understood.

“I can’t… not without my people…” he seemed to want add more into that sentence, his eyes straying just a little towards a man that looked to be quite tall by mortal standards, covered in too many scars that told stories of his battles in this wretched place but carrying himself with enough dignity to be respected.

This is where you must make a decision that will carry quite the weight. You knew that there was space enough to carry the slaves, not comfortably, but it could be arranged to be a thigh fit. You knew He wouldn’t even have hesitated at the idea of just forcibly taking your son and leaving all these humans to die with their fate already chosen. The Emperor had no time to dwell in the aspects of mercy and compassion, you could acknowledge that very well and that had been the main reason he had kept you long enough around. To remind him about the nostalgia of the humanity he once possessed. He couldn’t provide the proper love Horus and these children dreamed of… so you would carry that responsibility and dry your heart to make sure your precious sons knew they were loved no matter what.

Your loyalty will always belong to the Emperor, just as much as your body, soul and mind… but you didn’t belong to yourself too anymore… the pittance of individuality you were sure to hold crumbled into dust once you had wished to be the mother of these children and that was something you would proudly carry.

And so, your decision was made.

“Custodes!” you call them, their attention fully on you now and waiting for your command. The grasp over your son’s hand became tighter in an attempt to reassure him once you felt him go tense at your stern tone. He had probably expected the worst and that notion only made something vile twist inside your stomach. “We will be taking the slaves with us too”

There was a beat of uncertainty and you could already guess that this choice would not be well received by the Emperor… but that was something you were willingly to bear over your shoulders like many times you have done in the past.

Things will work out. You can only trust blind hope, but that is enough for now.

You stretch your arm towards his face with some effort, for he is still taller than you, but he lets his head tilt towards you to help a bit and gives you the chance to offer a sweet caress over his cheek. You can feel the rough texture of his messy shave, of the scars, and your heart throbs painfully when you think about all the hardships he had to face.

You couldn’t assure him a better life away from battle, but you could at least give him the solace of a greater future along for his people.

“I’m here now… and I will not abandon you… ever” there had been an edge of something feral in your tone. The side you rarely showed but a reminder of why you had been beside the Emperor this long.

You hoped Horus would be open at the idea of some siblings.

Just messing around with this idea, don't get ya hopes up pls.

Love ya, fellas!

[lemon-russ]

This is a new OC x Russ story I wanted to do. Very self indulgent, but a little less silly than my others. I'll still be doing reader insert fics and everything though! Just wanted something different. This one will hopefully be like a slow burn kinda story with more actual plot but there's gonna be smut eventually, as a warning. Short intro chapter for today :)

It's also 30k bc, well, Leman Russ.

(This will probably have breeding kink stuff eventually BUT I am working on a seprate breeding kink/ pregnancy one from the poll thats reader x russ)

(Thanks @squishyowl for the dividers)

Wolf Mother (Ch. 1)

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Ao3

Leman Russ x Fem OC

CW (not necessarily this chapter but overall): Trauma, anxiety, PTSD, General WH40k violence, Sex, probably breeding kink stuff eventually, if there's something I miss and you want labeled let me know!!

Summary: Ex-Captain Vaille is asked a favor by her Primarch

EDIT NOTE: I wrote here that Wren was in the Astra Millitarum (Imperial Guard). I meant for her to be part of the Auxilia, since the IG did not exist pre-heresy. I have changed it to Imperialis Auxilia (Imperial army). Sorry :)

Word count: 1,118

Sitting at her desk in her little office, Wren writes paperwork that will surely just be mindlessly handed around and stamped without being read. She wonders, if she just started writing nonsense in the middle, if anyone would ever be paying enough attention to catch it. She wonders if theres any point in writing them out at all besides the Ultramarine's love of paperwork.

A knock at her door calls her attention. “Come in.” she answers, and the door slides open.

Her eyes widen, and she stands when she sees it is the primarch himself waiting for her.

“Lord Guilliman, what do I owe the pleasure?” She says quickly, and he holds a hand up with a soft smile.

“At ease, Captain.” He says, and you try not to grimace.

“I'm not a Captain, sir.” She corrects, “But it is an honor as always. What do you require?”

He gives a small smile, “As I've yet to think of a new title for you, Captain still works as well for now.” He says, gaze momentarily falling to her bionic leg. “But, I have a request.” He continues, pulling up a chair and motioning for her to sit.

She frowns a bit. It felt wrong to have the primarch sit at her desk like a common paper pusher for a meeting, but she sits down again.

“This is a request, not an order.” He starts, making her scrunch her brow. “It is not that I don't want you here. I think you are one of my top assistants.” He says gently.

The gentleness of the delivery did not dull the blow. “Sir… have I done something…?” She asks. It was improper to speak back to a primarch, but she couldn't help it. She'd been dilligent, attentive, thorough, orderly, all the things ultramarines represent.

He frowns. “I am not firing you, Captain, please, hear me out.” He explains.

“It's about my brother, Leman Russ.” He says with a small sigh. “He is impossible to work with. It is becoming an issue for me. I never know where he is or what his Legion is doing until last minute.”

She gives him a confused look, and then her eyes widen. “Sir, you… surely you don't mean to…”

He gives a sheepish smile, a foreign thing on the face of a demi-god. “Please, Captain? No, I ask this as a friend-” he says, scooting closer to her desk. “Wren, can you please go work with my brother? Even just so I have someone, *anyone* to actually get in contact with?”

Her mouth hangs open. “Lord Guilliman, what- why me?” She stutters. He was really going to feed her to the wolves, literally. She'd never missed a deadline, yet she was being tossed to Leman Russ.

Guilliman chuckles, “Come now, Captain Vaille. I can tell this work is slow for you.” He says, taking a framed pict off her desk.

She frowned a bit as he smiled at the picture, depicting a young, newly promoted Lieutenant Vaille smiling with her squad mates. Two eyes, two legs, years of service left in her.

She frowns as he places the pict back on her desk. “What do you mean, slow? I've been thriving.” She says, reaching over and tipping the picture frame face down.

He chuckles softly. “Thriving? Please. You're bored. You are excellent at what you do, but you do it by habit. I can see you don't love having to sit behind a desk.” He says, righting the picture again. “Third youngest Captain in the Ultramar Imperialis Auxilia. That isn't a woman who rests on her laurels.” He says with a knowing smile.

She frowns harder. “And, what, trying to put a leash on Leman Russ is supposed to be more fun?” She asks incredulously.

He laughs, “It certainly would let you see more action, if nothing else.” he says it cheerfully, but his expression softens when he sees her hand twitch to unconsciously rub where her bionic leg meets her muscle. “Of course, it is a favor I ask. You are free to say no.” He adds.

She grimaces. “I… I'd have to think about it, Sir. I'm sorry.” She replies, hand kneading her thigh nervously.

He smiles again. “Well, that's better than ‘No’ at least. Thank you for considering it, Wren.” He says as he rises, the chair creaking in relief. “You know where to find me when you make up your mind.” He adds as he makes his way to the door.

She gives him a nervous smile, and he nods and leaves the room.

He wants her to go babysit the primarch of the space wolves? Because he thinks she's bored? Well, she is bored. He's not wrong. Her retirement to paper pushing was not one she chose. But that is like saying “hey, you look bored, want to go hit bees nests with a stick?”

She sighs, slinking down in her chair. Her eyes find the pict on her desk he'd been looking at. Her younger, happier, more whole self grins mockingly from the frame.

She frowns and flips it face down again. Then she looked back at her piles and piles of paperwork. Menial, pointless papers no one but her would read.

Could she manage this for another 5 years? 10 years? How much paperwork does it take to cause a baseline human to lose their sanity?

She stares at the paperwork a long while, conflicted and fighting herself, before she lets out a long, tired sigh.

Guilliman looks up and smiles when he hears the doors to his office slide open and sees Wren walking in.

“Have you considered my request, Captain?” He says, sitting up straighter.

She sits at the chair across his desk with her lips pressed to a line. “Not a Captain. Can I give it a few months? Like a trial?”

He smiles wide. “That is a very fair and logical request, not-Captain. You are doing me a huge favor with this.”

Wren bites her lip. “Just a few months. I'll give it a fair shot. But if they're too… space wolves, I'd like to be able to come back.”

He nods, pulling out paperwork. “Of course, of course. I'll start the transfer and inform Leman of the plans. Can you be ready by tomorrow?”

She sighs and nods. “Yeah, I'll go pack, I guess.” She relents.

Her hand nervously kneads at her bionic leg again, and she hopes she isn't getting in over her head.

[little-miss-bioweapon121]

Excuse me while I go ahead and bite the bars of my enclosure for a moment

Author's note: Feeling Night Lordish today <3 I'm not happy with this one, but I wanted to just finish it and work on requests.

Relationships: Shang/Fem!reader

Warnings: Vaguely nsfw, Shang uses derogatory language but you're very much into it and he knows it, Armor kink, Kind of voyeur? It'll make sense

Shang has a secret, and Sevatar has spent weeks figuring out what it is.

The Equerry was quite good at covering his tracks however, and it had taken quite a long while for Sevatar to wait for a slip up. If it wasn't for how keen the Prince of Crows is, Shang could very well have kept it hidden forever.

He tails Shang briefly, and in his security the equerry doesn't seem to expect it. He walks all the way throughout the pitch black halls of theNightfall to the neglected Librarium, and heads inside. Sevatar lingers by the entrance to listen, cloaked in darkness still. He doesn't risk getting any closer yet.

Someone else is in there already however, he can hear the heartbeart. It's quieter, only one- it's a baseline.

The Librarium however means it's more than likely not a serf. The rustling of fabric that isn't coarse and ragged supports such a thing. Sevatar picks a moment to slip inside the Librarium fully, disappearing into the darkness beyond the dim few candles that are still burning ever after so much neglect. He sees you huddled at one of the tables closest to a batch of old candles, and his suspicions are all proven.

It's one of the remembrancers.

Sevatar is confused for a moment, though he supposes Shang might have some business with you all as equerry. It however still seems off for him to come all the way out of his way here just to speak to a single one. Why wouldn't he just summon you to him?

Though Sevatar doesn't need to keep himself wondering for much longer, as Shang approaches you from behind. You don't hear him coming- Shang's blended into the darkness enough that your less than keen baseline senses don't even realize a Night Lord is descending upon you until he speaks.

"Busy?"

You suddenly turn and a deep inhale is caught in your throat, the chair you were sitting on skidding across the floor as the back of your legs push it away. Your heart has suddenly revved up in terror, but when you turn and see Shang, the expression that blossoms on your face is...

Joy?

"Shang!"

The armored Night Lord approaches closer and quickly you're trapped against the table, enveloped in his shadow. In one fell swoop he grabs the back of your thighs and plops you on the table, bringing you up closer to his face. If he hadn't, he would tower over you in his armor so much so that looking down on you would require a near hilarious tilt of his head.

You gleefully let yourself get thrown about, putty in his hands. Sevatar can see his gauntlet dig halfway up your blouse, firmly gripping your ribs.

"I'm going to rip their eyes out if one of them leers at you again."

Sevatar watches. He wonders who them is. One of his brothers, is his first guess.

"Don't you leer at me, Shang?"

You say it with a smile, letting the Night Lord lower his head deep into your personal space. You wouldn't have a choice to refuse- Shang is your master and more powerful than your delicate body to an unfathomable degree- but Sevatar finds your enthusiastic consent interesting.

"Perhaps," He says, his lips coming to rest just brushing over your own.

"Though I remember you saying that it makes you wet."

The look you give the Night Lord is cruel within itself. Pure unending want. The smell that begins to radiate from you is more sickly sweet than the wine that Sevatar gag at in the Terran Palace, bottles popped by the Phoenician Fulgrim himself.

"It does."

The noise Shang lets out is nothing short of an inhuman growl, holding your body tighter. The fear you feel of him only seems to make your body run hotter, as Sevatar can see your breathing pick up pace as your chest rises and falls beneath the fabric of your clothes. If your heartbeat is ringing in his ears, in Shang's, it must sound like a clock tower ringing midnight.

"You little Terran whore, do you know how many of my brothers I have to beat and kill to keep them from tailing that sweet little cunt of yours around and trying to get a bite?"

His mouth latches to your neck just underneath your jaw, your head tilting to let him access the pulsing veins. His tongue glides across your skin as he bites and kisses your neck; Your hands grip at his armor trying to find stability, gasping as he bruises your skin with intensity. Eventually they slip into his hair, fingers knotting into the pitch black strands.

"When, when will you be out of your armor again?"

You're mewling, and even in the pitch dark no less than a hundred feet away Sevatar can smell that you're still getting even more riled up. He isn't even pushing on them, but your thighs unconsciously spread wide, ready for him. You're either well trained- a mind broken baseline or Nostroman whore, or...

You want him.

The feeling Sevatar has in his chest is, unfamiliar; Watching you pull the Night Lord closer instead helplessly sobbing and crying while attempting to push him away.

"Soon. You can wait, you're not starving. Keep that cunt of yours under control or else you're going to have a squad of men wanting to tear it apart."

You whine, and again ever louder when Shang grips your hips, pushing his thumbs into the soft fat of your hips just above your groin. It makes you writhe helplessly underneath him, as he hisses at you.

"Even if they won't get to, because it's mine."

His lips roughly meet yours, a ruthless aggressive kiss broken up by his growling voice. Muffled against your skin it's a bit harder to hear, but he still manages it.

"Once I am out I was intending on fucking you within an inch of your life whether you wanted it or not."

You mewl for him, and even Sevatar can admit that the sound is delicious; Like squeaky, active prey. You attempt to pull your body closer to him, hands still deep in his hair. Shang sighs.

"I must return to Kurze. He'll return from his gallery soon."

Your hands linger on him, and the look of blissful stupidity you had on your face fades to one much more lucid and becoming of your station.

"I'll miss you."

Sevatar feels that thing in his chest twist tighter. The shadows around him almost seem to shake at his loss of concentration.

"Why do I think you're just missing one part of me, you hungry little bitch."

You pout at him, displeased by his overt implication; Your lips shift with a search for words.

"I'll miss you, Shang. I-"

Shang leans closer to you and your voice fades to something Sevatar can barely hear, but you do say something. He leans away once you finish, and his expression is much more neutral. The way Sevatar is used to seeing his ugly, scarred face; Stoic.

"Stay out of their sight."

You nod. Shang leans forward and kisses you again, a hungry gesture that has you moaning into his mouth. But the act itself is still, soft. Sevatar has never seen anything that gentle from one of his brothers- they don't even handle their few possessions with such care.

It, feels wrong.

Shortly thereafter Shang removes himself from you and pulls from your personal space, as much as your weak little limbs try and hold him close.

Sevatar moves to slip out before Shang does, but he catches the forlorn look on your face as this brief moment is cut.

When Shang finally leaves the librarium, he comes face to face with Sevatar a short ways down the hall. Sevatar can tell by how Shang reads his expression, that his knowledge of what transpired is obvious.

"You should keep out of equerry business."

Sevatar laughs, a full belly laugh that reverberates in the hall and mocks Shang to an insulting degree.

"Baseline cunt is equerry business? I was unaware."

Sevatar makes a crude mention of you, and he can see Shang bristle instantly. It's even easier to piss him off now.

"I didn't think you were so low as to go around peering in on others."

Sevatar crosses his arms. The plates of his armor softly knock against eachother.

"If you mind your business, I didn't see a single thing."

The equerry sneers and raises his voice, but it only makes Sevatar laugh. He couldn't find this intimidating now when not minutes ago, he was damn near trying to croon at you.

"You intend to threaten me?"

Once again the first captain laughs, rolling his eyes. The display Shang is putting out now is embarrassing for a Night Lord of his reputation, compensating for being caught in a situation far less that becoming of him.

"No. I am telling you. Stay out of my business, and I will not inform Kurze."

Sevatar isn't stupid. He knows that Kurze would love nothing more than to find a weakness in any his sons he could exploit, especially for a son such as Shang, who Sevatar knows the Primarch already sees as weak.

You would be gone in moments- stolen away and Shang would be forced to know in detail every disgusting and inhuman thing Kurze did to you. If he wasn't forced to watch it.

Judging by how possessive Shang clearly is over you if the mere idea of another's eyes on you sets him off, Konrad could quite easily break the man in one fell swoop- if he wanted.

If he knew he could.

Shang's nose twitches in his sneer. Sevatar hit a nerve; A deep one, the inkling that his affinity to you goes deeper than carnal is more than obvious. And he knows Shang will be easily manipulable because of it.

He could get another fresh cunt, if he wanted. No one would stare if he found a random serf and dragged them back to his quarters. But he wants you specifically, and Sevatar finds that interesting.

Not enough to pursue, but, interesting none the less.

"Very well."

Shang curtly decides to take his leave, pushing past Sevatar to make his way towards the front of the ship. Presumably to return to Kurze's side.

But for a moment Sevatar lingers in the comfortable pitch black of the hall, and considers going to speak with you.

A word lingers on Sevatar's mind.

They can't. Sevatar knows they can't, and Shang is merely indulging in some more primal part of his brain he and some other astartes have managed to unlock. Nothing more.

Sevatar moves on, wiping it all from his mind and returning to his duty. He'll honor what he said, as long as Shang does as well.

[shiyorin]

The love of the Primarchs for their lover (Part 1)

I have to admit I was only going to write this because I lost my bet but i like it more and more. I still don't think I'll write love stories about primarch one day.

Rogal Dorn. His love is like a mighty and impregnable fortification. He loves you as he loves his duty and his duty is always held in high regard. You come second to only his responsibilities and duty to the Imperium, but he doesn't care... he's happy to have you at his side and he won't stop loving you.

To him, your and him love is akin to a bastion of strength and reliability he can always turn to whenever he needs it. And when he's around you, the outside world seems to recede away into the background and he just feels at peace.

He loves and admires you deeply, and he wants you to love him just as much in return. He longs to be adored by you and held in high regard for all the things he's done for humanity and for you.

That said, Dorn may be more receptive to praise and expressions of love behind closed doors. When he and you are in the privacy of his own home, he lets his guards down quite a bit and he's much more affectionate with you.

When he and you're together, Dorn feels secure and content in their presence. He enjoys the relationship between you and him and treasures every moment he has with you. Because of your influence, he's more tolerant of affection and praise though, he never been the kind to throw compliments around or be overly physical with his affections.

After a long campaign, after long hours and days of leading troops into battle. There's only one thing Dorn wants to do: go home.

Of course, he'll never be particularly effusive or outgoing in his affections. But, in his alone time, he's more comfortable with showing that soft side of himself. This helps him unwind and relax, which is a necessity when he's in the midst of a long, tiring campaign.

And when he's back at home with his lover, he relishes the peace and tranquility. And he can't help but smile as he takes in the beauty of the things around you. He takes in the peace of the home and just like that, his worries and concerns over the campaign are washed away and he can relax. His one and only love is his lover and he's perfectly content with that.

Magnus. His love is more like his love of knowledge. He is a man consumed by his studies and yet, he finds in his lover a unique kind of warmth he can't find anywhere else.

So he's quite possessive of your relationship as he is with his studies and knowledge. To him, you are his greatest possessions and he never wants to lose you. And thus, he is equally as protective of you and willing to go to any lengths to ensure that you're never taken away from him.

The reason Magnus' love is more like his love of knowledge is because he has a unique view on love he loves a certain way because he sees it as a way to grow and develop his mind and intellect. He doesn't feel the way he does because of his emotions, but rather because he sees love as a sort of science he wants to study further.

This is why he's one of the harder ones to please or impress. He's one of the more cerebral primarchs, and sees everything from an objective perspective. His love is more about growth and development than it is about feelings and passion.

That said, Magnus is still a person, and he's not above being romantic or poetic. He's fully aware that love is more than just about what's objectively true, and knows deep down that his lover deserves the same kind of passion and care he gives to everything. So yes he likes to spoil you.

But, unlike most other, he's much more methodical in the way he showers his love. For him, his relationship isn't about doing things in moments of passion, but about creating lasting memories by carefully-planned and -executed acts of romance.

It's no surprise that, for Magnus, love is less of a grand, overwhelming force and more of an experience.

He's a calm and collected man who likes to plan his every move ahead of time. So instead of letting himself get carried away on some kind of wild, emotionally charged bender he carefully plans out acts of romantic affection with you. This results in him taking a very slow and methodical approach to love - but his approach isn't one without its own kind of charm, is it?

Vulkan. His love is much like his own personality: friendly, warm, and kind. Vulkan treats you with the utmost care and attention, and is deeply committed to your wellbeing. He loves you without reservation, and will do anything to ensure that you are happy and healthy.

This is a refreshing change from Vulkan's normal behavior. He is able to keep his love and affection under control. This makes him much easier to work with and much more pleasant to be around.

As such, Vulkan's relationship with you is quite pleasant. He's a kind and gentle soul in their presence and is happy to do whatever he can to make them happy. Your relationship is a warm and comforting one — one of the few beacons of light in this dark universe.

There aren many bright spots for Vulkan, so having a lover like this is a welcome rarity. Your relationship is quite healthy and stable, and Vulkan is glad to have you in his life. He'll do everything he can to keep it that way.

He can be found on the sofa with you in his arms, their legs intertwined as one. Vulkan's arm is wrapped around your waist in a loving hold while his other arm gently caresses the back of their head. He's lost in your eyes, his gaze fixed on theirs with a rapturous attention that leaves little time for anything else. His hands clench you to him as he savors this moment.

Yes. Vulkan is truly in a state of bliss. You have made him happy, and he couldn't be more pleased.

Mortarion. His love is, perhaps, the most complex of the primarchs. At first, he is quite stoic and reserved. In fact, he may not seem like he has any love for you at all. He simply accepts your presence and tries to deal with it as best he can.

However, it isn't long before he's revealing his affection for them just in his own special way. Mortarion isn't the most emotional person, but he is deeply fond of you and is willing to show this in the only way he knows how.

Instead of saying 'I love you' or doing things like kissing or hugging you, Mortarion will just stare. In an almost inhuman way, he silently adores you no matter what you're doing or where you are. He will watch you for hours and hours, and each time he does, his face will light up in a quiet, but heartfelt smile. This is his unique way of expressing his love for you and it's more than enough for him to show how much you mean to him.

His love is a simple one. A quiet kind of devotion that doesn't require much in the way of outward displays or grand gestures. Rather than being loud in his affections, Mortarion is able to calmly watch you without being too overbearing or smothering.

He's just happy in your presence, just happy to be your... and yet, at the same time, he's quite possessive. If anyone gets near you, he gets very defensive and protective of you. Just don't touch his lover when he's around, it won't end well. He'll ensure that.

[remembrancersticky]

So anyway, I really like @moodymisty's custodes oc Valerius Caledon

[2lim3rz]

Hiiii 23!! It is so nice to see a x reader account for WH40K… they are so rare even on here >_< hmm, if you are comfortable with it, can you please do a tarik X reader (one shot or just headcannon lists), for a reader who is originally his remembrancer and later becomes his s/o? xx

Hiii!!! And haha, thanks. I was surprised and upset that such a big popular fandom has such a lack of reader inserts. LIKE C'MON!!

Ask and y'all shall receive!

TARIK TORGADDON X REMEMBRANCER!READER HEADCANONS

Honestly, when you asked Tarik if you could be his remembrancer, part of him would be pretty surprised. Sure, he was historical in his own right as a member of the Mournival, but he was Tarik. The jokester. Someone like Abaddon or Little Horus would have made sense.

Oh well, he'd still smile and accept. Not expecting what it is he signed up for even after hearing Lokin talk about meeting with Mersadie.

First off, it was different to talk about his exploits and history with you than it was to boast and joke about it with his brothers. Most of it being how he had to explain more of how things worked.

Or maybe that was because, as time passed, he enjoyed how you'd listen as if his word was Horus's or the Emperor's. He was no skilled orator, but he could do pretty alright if he said so himself

Of course, most of these visits turned less of him talking of his history and you recording it into you both just.. talking. Tarik feeling human instead of Astartes. He would begin to look forward to when he had some time in-between everything to sit down and relax.

Tarik would deny his feelings for you at first though, and by deny I mean he wouldn't even realize it. He'd even give you little gifts, find himself going to the remembrancer's part of the ship to tell you [and your friends but mostly you] a joke

You both would get inside jokes, and Emperor help anyone if you're with Tarik when he's around the other Space Marines. Both of you basically talking in code and laughing the entire time

[lemon-russ]

Fulgrim was my introduction to wanting to get more into warhammer! My fiance liked black templars so told me all about them and i was like oh thats fun i guess. Then he was like, oh youd probably like this one, he's a tragic perfectionist and loves art and turned to the god of excess, and showed me a picture of him, and i was like, hey man, LEAD WITH THAT ONE

Yes yes, templar inquisition funny, but if you want someone not a classic dudebro to get into warhammer, lead with the beautiful snake man!!!!

we need to start pushing Fulgrim and/or emperors children novels as entry points to the franchise. im so serious.

[lousidity]

Hey! Listen! I'm doing EMERGENCY COMISSIONS! Dirt cheap! Get 'em while they're hot! If you're as broke as I am right now, or not interested in my wares, please reblog this post to signal boost it. WHO: Mikalhvi (that's me) is making an offer to you! Yes, YOU, dear reader! WHAT: Art! Quick little doodles and sketches, in your choice of a single color lineart on white paper, or in radiant, color pencil colors for only a dollar extra! WHERE: Right here on Tumblr dot com! I'll take payment through PayPal though. WHY: Because even though I'm working a full-time job, I'm struggling to keep financially afloat. Right now, my bank account is pretty badly overdrawn, and I'm hoping I can get some commissions done and fix that. If this goes well enough, I might just keep it going for a while. HOW: I will get your request first, and draw on paper with a pencil. Once the line art is complete, I'll send you a sample image and an invoice for payment. Once your payment is accepted I'll ink the lines in your choice of color or color the image if applicable, and then send you the finished product as a digital image. WHEN: Ideally, processing time from request to completion will be the same day, unless I get a lot of comissions all at once. WHAT I WILL DRAW: ▪ You ▪ Your OC/Fan character ▪ Your favorite character from (insert fandom here) ▪ My best attempt at your favorite novel/book character ▪ Your D&D/Pathfinder/WH40K/'tabletop rpg not already mentioned' character ▪ Real people ▪ Anime/manga/videogame/comic book characters ▪ Celebrities ▪ YouTubers ▪ Animals (real, extinct, or imaginary) ▪ Webcomic characters ▪ Anthro/Furry characters ▪ Monsters/Robots Please make sure to include a reference image or detailed description of what you want drawn. This prevents confusion on who or what you want me to draw. "Google it" is NOT a reference. WHAT I WILL NOT DRAW: ▪ Nudity/exposed genitals/sexual acts ▪ An entire full-length comic strip (if you want that, it will be more than 5 bucks and take longer than a day) ▪ Memes or emoji ▪ Excessive violence or gore ▪ Anything that expresses bigotry/biased attitudes against any age, race, sex, gender, religion, medical condition, body type, mental or physical ability status, or protected status not listed above. PRICING - - - All amounts are in United States Dollars (USD) Simple/chibi scene - line art: $1.00 Simple/chibi scene - color: $2.00 Detailed/multiple chibi scene - line art: $2.00 Detailed/multiple chibi scene - color: $3.00 Character bust/portrait - line art: $3.00 Character bust/portrait - color: $4.00 Character waist-up - line art: $4.00 Character waist-up - color: $5.00 Character full body: $5.00 (line art only) I will need a valid email address to send your commission to, unless you'd rather I just post it on Tumblr. Thanks for reading!

[fics-for-the-fic-gods]

New and updated fanfic in the week of 2017-Jun-10 to Jun-16

This week we saw twenty-one new fics, ten new one-shot fics, four revived fics, and seventy-one updated fics.

We also saw two new quests, and seven updated quests.

Fanfic updates for Jun 10th to Jun 16th

Shoutouts!

To Swords and Supes for having the biggest revival. It's last update was in 2015!

To Harbin for having the most entries this week (five)!

Most active fics!

Completely Unoriginal :: There Are No Bad Premises, Only Bad Executions (284 boops)

Taylor Varga (265 boops)

Reincarnation of an Angel (223 boops)

Ring-Maker (209 boops)

Formerly Known as Aquilla (201 boops)

Worm Respun: A Peggy Sue Story (180 boops)

Like a Worm from a Bird (142 boops)

All Things Devoured (142 boops)

Emissary - A Deputy Recursive Crossover (142 boops)

Deputy Commander (139 boops)

Notes and FAQ

"What's a boop?" It means the fic saw some amount of activity during one of my software's scan periods. Currently this is seven and half minutes. So one could say that the Taylor Varga thread was continuously active for one day, three hours and fifty-two minutes this week. Whew, that's a lot!

"But that one has too many boops! It couldn't have been that active!" Well, keep in mind, these numbers are aggregated across all of the sources I scan: SB, SV, QQ, AO3 and FFNET.

"But they have too few boops! I know it was more active than that!" Hah, well, mostly my software scans ever seven and half minutes. Except it's still running on my laptop, so not when I'm commuting or a handful of other occasions.

New to the fandom? "Quests" are little interactive games between the author and the readers where the readers vote on how the story progresses. While they're probably best enjoyed by participating they can often be solid stories unto themselves.

Relatedly, "CYOA"s are little guides to setting, theme and character creation often used by folks writing SIs.

The word counts and chapter counts often (usually) include omake, so keep that in mind.

Days in the range are inclusive, so ALL of each day. Start and end of days are in UTC. So if you're posting on Friday evenings in the US you'll be in the next week's listing.

I might have missed you, especially if your fic was new or returning from a long hiatus. I mean, I really hope not? But possibly! My methods aren't perfect. If I did, please let me know and I'll make sure you get picked up in the future!

I pick up oneshots from personal oneshot/snippet threads, but not from the global one. (No threadmarks!) So if you want your oneshots included, start up your own personal thread to archive them.

I do an early draft of this over on the Cauldron Discord on Thursday evenings or Friday mornings (PDT). If you want to help out, joining and providing feedback then would be awesome!

Technical blather

Starting this week I've been using mostly automatic software to scan for new and updated fics. In previous weeks I watched updates by eye and ran them by hand. This week I had the machine do it.

There's an RSS feed, if you're inclined that way.

If you're technically inclined, you can find the source for the generator over on github. I'm afraid the source is kinda garbage though. You can also find the giiiagantic JSON file I use as source material.

Previous weeks:

Jun 3rd - June 9th

Concise list of updated fics:

For a more complete (and dare I say pretty) version visit the main page: Fanfic updates for Jun 10th to Jun 16th

New Fics

All I Desire by Momo added 4 chapters, 6.1k words

All-Father by Rhaegar added 3 chapters, 1.9k words

The Best Intentions by BlueNine added 1 chapter, 3.8k words

Between the Devil and the Deep by S0ngD0g13 added 6 chapters, 4.4k words

The Book of Worms by RavensDagger added 1 chapter, 924 words

Delta by Lapis Dust added 1 chapter, 4k words

Equestrian by billymorph added 3 chapters, 2.6k words

Full Contact Magic by Tekomandor added 1 chapter, 1.7k words

A Hero and His Witch by TheBlackLight added 3 chapters, 5.8k words

An Infamous Hero by The One Who Lost added 2 chapters, 1.6k words

Many, Many Reasons Why The Endar Spire Is A Terrible Place To Work by LightsaberDalek added 1 chapter, 624 words

Mega Girl Comes to Brockton Bay by unreliable aerator added 4 chapters, 8.4k words

Micromanagement: Or, Taylor and the Long Walk by somnolentSlumber added 1 chapter, 5.6k words

Tarantula and Triumph by Rukaio Alter added 1 chapter, 2.6k words

Who ya Gonna Call? by Rukaio Alter added 2 chapters, 5.4k words

Fear by Ryuugi added 1 chapter, 2.3k words

Sea Spider by B_Ray452 added 2 chapters, 997 words

The Sharpest of Knives by Deus_Ex_Transhuman added 6 chapters, 20k words

SKYLINE by Fellgrave added 2 chapters, 3.4k words

Vending by Knightowl2425 added 1 chapter, 313 words

We, SIs by Multi Author added 9 chapters, 8.9k words

New Quests

Audacity; Damsel's Quest of Distress by frustratedFreeboota added 3 chapters, 5k words

Balance by WastingPixies added 3 chapters, 304 words

One-shot Fics

Escalation by Disaster Dominoes added 1 chapter, 577 words

Devil's Due - Devil’s Due (2) by Harbin added 1 chapter, 1k words

Distraction by Harbin added 2 chapters, 2.3k words

Gods and Heroes by Harbin added 1 chapter, 1.3k words

Hello, Megan by Harbin added 1 chapter, 615 words

Slaughter House by Harbin added 1 chapter, 550 words

I'm Sorry by NaGeL added 1 chapter, 628 words

Menagerie by PseudoSim added 1 chapter, 1.9k words

Cest La Vie - C'est La Vie (Worm/MTG/Jurassic World) #01.2 by PseudoSim added 2 chapters, 2.6k words

Pretty by tearlessNevermore added 1 chapter, 767 words

Revived Fics (last update was ≥ 3 months ago)

Deal With a Deadman - Opening Act 2.1 by StitchLips added 1 chapter, 1.2k words

Fling a Light - The Death of Great American Cities 2.04 by UltraRedSpectrum added 1 chapter, 3.4k words

Gadget - Chapter 9,3 by Rhydeble added 1 chapter, 5.7k words

Swords & Supes - Chapter 16 by BirdLawyer added 1 chapter, 1.7k words

Updated Fics

Armsy the high school student - Part 11 by freebiewitz added 2 chapters, 3.1k words

Auld Lang Syne - Chapter 17 by TheOrange added 1 chapter, 2.5k words

A Bad Name - Chapter Twenty-Six by Potato Nose added 1 chapter, 2.7k words

Bah, Humbug! - 1.6: The Meaning of Christmas by Historian added 1 chapter, 2.5k words

Acid - 50-57 "Yara" by BeaconHill added 2 chapters, 4k words

Brockton Isles - 1.4 by Raquz added 1 chapter, 1.7k words

City Midnight - Golden Morning 1.5 by Pangolin added 1 chapter, 3.4k words

A Cloudy Path - Warrior Interlude 24-1 by LacksCreativity added 1 chapter, 7.1k words

CMDR Taylor Hebert - Ch 6: Things Going in Assorted Circles by Guardian54 added 1 chapter, 3k words

CMDR Taylor Hebert (Revised) - Ch 6: Things Going in Assorted Circles by Guardian54 added 1 chapter, 3k words

Completely Unoriginal :: There Are No Bad Premises, Only Bad Executions - Day 18.46 : Insights by themanwhowas added 6 chapters, 7.4k words

Covenant - Neonate 10.3 by The Laurent added 1 chapter, 5.9k words

Divided - Part 58 by Para_Docks added 1 chapter, 3.1k words

A Dovahkiin without Dragon Souls to spend. - Main Quest line 3.2 by freebiewitz added 2 chapters, 4.7k words

El-Ahrairah - Power 6.3 by Anderein added 3 chapters, 19k words

Elevation From Meatshield - Ousted 1.02 by Seij added 1 chapter, 2.9k words

Emissary - Funny Bits With Sithking! by Noelemahc added 5 chapters, 9.5k words

An Essence of Silver and Steel - Overture 1.3 by James D. Fawkes added 5 chapters, 6.8k words

Exodus - 2.2 by Zaru added 1 chapter, 2.8k words

Final Fantasy Worm EXVIUS - Updated Character Sheets (1) by dingbat779 added 3 chapters, 23k words

A Game of Chance - Chapter 6 by Jevran added 7 chapters, 12k words

Glowworm - Chapter 23: Lights Out! by redshirt added 1 chapter, 2.4k words

A Hell of a Time - Chapter 21 by Rater202 added 1 chapter, 647 words

Here Comes the Sun - Chapter 1: Battle Cry by AncientPhoenix added 1 chapter, 1.5k words

Honiahaka: Little Wolf - Chapter Five by StAnonymous added 1 chapter, 2.2k words

The Interviews. - The Interviews 3.4 by deadblue added 1 chapter, 600 words

Intrepid - 16-02 - Emma by Cerulean added 1 chapter, 3.6k words

Judiciary Misadventures - Realis' Multiversal Mayhem by Spades163 added 1 chapter, 4.3k words

Learning to be Human - Travelling None - 9.x (Sam) by Crimson Square added 1 chapter, 1.5k words

The Little Ship that Could - Cape Taylor: Assault on Coil – Part Two – Section One by JGregory32 added 1 chapter, 968 words

Maincraft - The Great and Powerful Za --Oz's little brother by ScottotheUnwise added 2 chapters, 8.4k words

Making Waves - Origin 1.5 by YunYunHakusho added 1 chapter, 6.6k words

The Masks We Wear - Interlude 2 by BarelyPresent added 1 chapter, 2.4k words

Mortality - 9: Tattletale by frommerman added 1 chapter, 4.4k words

Nice Guy's Amazing Adventures with those chaps he met from the Slaughterhouse - Screamer's troubling time with all the King's Men by frustratedFreeboota added 2 chapters, 2.1k words

A Prison of Glass - Chapter 19 by McSwazey added 1 chapter, 2.1k words

Psi - Awake 2.1 by turtles_1998 added 1 chapter, 1.9k words

Puella Magica Nicola - 3.6 by Momo added 6 chapters, 14k words

Queen of Monsters (2017) - Chapter 7.5: Many Things Lie Forgotten in the Dark by Here There Be Dragons added 2 chapters, 1.5k words

A Ritual Awry - 07 - A Grand Day Out by Svenity added 1 chapter, 3.4k words

Scholar of the Worm - Smoulder 9.4 by Reytac added 1 chapter, 2.6k words

The Seas and Skies - Spotting 11: Infamy by S0ngD0g13 added 2 chapters, 1.7k words

Setanta - Hephaestus 11.5 by Ritic added 1 chapter, 3.3k words

A Shard of Chrysalis - Emergence 1.6 by Jaesten added 4 chapters, 5.9k words

Sign on the Dotted Line - Interlude Earth by Yama951 added 1 chapter, 2.2k words

Sisyphus - Chapter 2 by Third added 1 chapter, 2.7k words

Skitter Studies - Heist 5.2 by The Laurent added 1 chapter, 8k words

Sleep with the Lights On - Interleuclid - Taylor's Brain by IAmARobot added 2 chapters, 3.1k words

The Slippery Slope - Part Eighteen: Try, Try Again by ack added 1 chapter, 8.4k words

Split - Discourse 7.4 by The Laurent added 1 chapter, 9.2k words

A State Of Mind - 1.A by RarelySleeping added 1 chapter, 2.9k words

The Steve's Battery Cage - Cogito Ergo Lung 1.11 by The Steve added 2 chapters, 6.7k words

Stranger than Brockton - Intermission 6.1 by Victorian_Irish added 1 chapter, 9k words

A Subtle Knife - Scabbard 12.4 by industrious added 1 chapter, 1.8k words

Sweet Dreams - Black Dawn Part 3 by undead frog added 1 chapter, 827 words

Sync - Episode 6 by Golden_ added 2 chapters, 2.4k words

Synchronization - Episode 6 by Golden_ added 2 chapters, 2.4k words

Systematic - Formulation 1.6 by ajf115 added 1 chapter, 1.3k words

Taylor Varga - Battleplans and Revelations by mp3.1415player added 1 chapter, 6.4k words

Tearing the Aeons - Chapter 4 by dwood15 added 7 chapters, 6.5k words

Teenagers Suck - Chapter 17 Part 7 by Mizuki_Stone added 2 chapters, 1.2k words

To Paint, I must See - 1.4 by KindaApatheticButNice added 1 chapter, 3k words

Transposition, or: Ship Happens - Behind The Scenes by sandmanwake by ensou added 3 chapters, 3.8k words

Traversing Paths - Dive to the (Broken) Heart by dingbat779 added 4 chapters, 9.9k words

Undaunted - Chapter 3: A New Wave Matter by Tim811 added 2 chapters, 5.2k words

Viper's Bite - Interlude: Sophia by TheRealChuckNorris added 1 chapter, 272 words

When your Mother is the Simurgh... - 2.4 by CrunchySharpie added 1 chapter, 6.4k words

With a Little Courage - Rebirth 1.3 by Nitramy added 1 chapter, 561 words

A World of Heroes - We're off to see the Doctor by Lunaryon added 8 chapters, 7.5k words

You Needed Opponents With Gravitas - Interlude 2.m by Noobsauce added 1 chapter, 3.7k words

Ziz - 007 by TCurator added 1 chapter, 2.8k words

Updated Quests

The Buzzing - Initiate geomantic protocols by Wolfund added 2 chapters, 5.1k words

Mage Quest - 2.7 by Yuki no Yue added 3 chapters, 2.5k words

Magical Girl Escalation Taylor - Maskless 6.14 by Silently Watches added 3 chapters, 5.6k words

Reincarnation of an Angel - Character Creation - 1.3 by Crimson Square added 13 chapters, 15k words

Superhuman City Lord - Turn 3 by Unstorpable added 2 chapters, 2.7k words

To Reign in Heaven - 68. The Pirate Queen of Heaven V by cyrileom added 1 chapter, 2.4k words

Voracity - Ynys Afallon 4c by Lyova added 1 chapter, 3.8k words