a blog dedicated to my love of warhammer ﹠ overwatch . i dream of the stars , they guide me .
this blog contains 18+ content . sporadic posting , 100% self-indulgent ﹠ i write on occasion ♡ you can call me astro or aster . my asks ﹠ dms are open if you would like to chat ! fanart i commissioned , please don't edit or use without asking .
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The low rumble of the hive city faded to a soft murmur, barely heard over the heavy *thump thump thump* of pacing feet and the soft sweep of alabaster feathers over the stone floor.
Sanguinius sighed and passed his hand over his face, glancing around the room in resignation; piles of dresses lay scattered around, draped over the huge postered bed and hanging from empty iron sconces.
His eyes flickered to the bathroom door as light pulsed softly through the crack of the hinges, broken rays of soft yellow flittering as a shadow passed on the other side.
"It is time to go, dove"
Sanguinius rapped his knuckles to the door, wings bristling slightly as he counted the passing minutes.
"Im not going, Ive got nothing to wear!"
The primarch paused, eyes darting to the rainbow sprawl of frocks around the bedroom.
"Are you sure?" He laughed softly, "because it looks like a krak grenade went off in a tailors shop"
"I'm serious! Everything looks awful. I can't go"
The angel sighed and swept a hand through his hair, pushing golden strands back from his face, exasperated.
"My love, you are expected, it's not really negotiable."
"Do I have to?"
The primarch held back a groan and turned, resuming his pacing. His own robe swept about him in a storm of golden linen and silk, pearls on silver chains clinking softly from his wings as he tried to remain calm.
"Enough. My sweet."
"Fine"
The door opened with a click and Sanguinius sighed in relief. Forcing the frown from his face, he exhaled deeply and spun, offering his hand out towards you.
"Thank you. Now let us-"
He froze.
The dress clung to your body like a second skin. Blood red and satin soft, it shimmered as you shifted. The neckline plunged deep, revealing the flushed swell of your breast with each breath you took and the skirt cut high on your leg as you stepped into the room, flashing a brief glimpse of the soft skin of your thigh, before it slid back under the rippling fabric.
You smiled at him nervously and spun on the spot, revealing pearlescent wings embroidered over your back, arching towards your shoulders.
"What do you think?"
Sanguinius swallowed dryly, feeling his pulse quicken and his body ache.
"Its perfect"
Your smile widened and you beamed, toying shyly with the delicate blood angel sigil pendant at your throat before taking his still outstretched hand. He recoiled at your touch and you stalled, your smile flattering as he smoothed the front of his robe and made for the door.
"Let's go."
"Stupid outfit with stupid-" you muttered under your breath, your feet already throbbing in the crimson and gold heels as you paced quickly to keep up with the primarch's long gait. Staring at the back of his head, you chewed your lip nervously, seeing the tension in his shoulders increase; his muscles tightening and feathers fluffing with each step.
You strode past the gilded windows arching high towards the ceiling, illuminating the hallway with the last cold light of the winter day and faint flickering of the city below and sighed, wishing once more for the hot arid air of baal.
Snapping yourself away from a dream of warm sands and updrafts, you watched Sanguinius finally slow down, his massive stature silhouetted against the cool moonlight seeping through the glass. You jogged to catch up with him, wincing with each painful step.
"My love?" You called out.
No response.
"My lord?" you tried again, more forcefully this time.
Still nothing.
"Sanguinius!" You snapped, running forward to tug the primarchs hand. He stopped, but didn't turn, refusing to meet your glare, instead staring blankly at the carved ballroom door now feet in front of him, the sound of laugher and music muffled behind the thick varnished oak.
"What is wrong with you?" You asked, squeezing his hand. "What's gotten into you?"
Sanguinius turned to you slowly, the silver moonbeams harshing his features as he started down at you blankly.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Blood roared in Sanguinius' ears, his pulse racing and heart pounding at your touch. Your scent filled his nose and he could hear your own pulse beating through your body like a siren song. Saliva pooling in his mouth and he swallowed loudly as he finally turned to look at you.
"No, little dove" he replied "you have done nothing wrong"
"Then why...?"
He watched your eyes widen for a moment and almost sobbed at the loss when you dropped his hand and stepped back.
"It's the dress isn't it" you whispered, wringing your hands together.
He finally snapped. Glancing around, he reached out and grabbed your arm, dragging you behind him as he raced towards the nearest door.
"It's true" he muttered, kicking the door open and pushing you inside "Its the dress"
You staggered as the angel shoved you forward into the office, knocking into a small desk littered with papers hastily abandoned in the wake of the primarch's gathering. Your back hit the wood and a crystalline decanter fell to the floor with a crash, spilling wine across the cream carpet and splattering up the oaken bookcases that lined the walls.
"Sanguinius what-"
"I can't stand it" The primarch's eyes were wild. Pupils blown wide and nostrils flaring, he dragged a bolt across the door and stalked towards you.
"I'm sorry I didnt-"
"You have no idea what you're doing to me." He cut you off, pushing you further back against the desk and seating you on its cold surface as he crashed his lips into yours, hands clawing at your body and wings fanning out protectively.
"Wearing my colours like this" He growled, running a hand up the slit in the skirt and along your thigh, resting near your hip.
"Bearing my mark" sliding his lips from yours to trail kisses over your jaw and down your throat, tugging at the necklace with his teeth before stopping to nip and suck at your pulse point, "I can't take it any more"
You relaxed at his words, anxiety quickly giving way to something warmer and much more inviting.
Tilting your head back to allow Sanguinius more access to your throat, You heard him hum approvingly as his fangs grazed your artery.
"I thought you hated it" you sighed, tangling your fingers through his silken hair as his teeth pierced the skin.
"I hate how easily you break me" came the reply, muffled against your skin.
"I hate the thought of anyone desiring you like I do"
His sank to his knees, trailing kisses down your neck and along the deep V neck of your gown. Pulling the satin aside, he mouthed at your breast, flicking his tongue over the nipple before grazing it with his teeth, making you squirm.
"But the dress? Oh I *love* the dress"
He dropped lower before you could react and you yelped as he threw your ankles over his shoulder and dipped his head beneath your dress.
"We really shouldn't sang ah!~"
You threw your head back, biting your lip to silence your moans as Sanguinius pressed his mouth to your core, tongue lapping over your clit before pressing your entrance. You felt him groan against your skin and his fingers dug into your thighs, keeping your shaking legs apart as he thrust his tongue.
"Fuck, Sanguinius~~"
Nails raking over the desk, you cried out as he latched onto your clit, sucking and lapping until your whole body shivered and your voice broke.
"Sing for me, Little bird" Sanguinius breathed, one hand releasing your leg so he could press a long finger to your entrance.
"Someone will hear us!" You hushed back, trying to pull yourself upright.
"Best keep quiet then"
You whined and fell backwards again, his tongue teasing your clit as his finger thrust and curled. Slick pooled on the table beneath you and the air felt heady, your self control dwindling as Sanguinius pressed against the soft spot he knew would send you reeling over the edge.
"Cum for me, Dove" he pressed another finger in. Your back arched off the cold wood and you slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle your cries as you came, tremors wracking through you in waves.
You were still red faced and panting when Sanguinius finally reappeared from beneath your dress, face damp and cheeks pink. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and rose to his feet, dropping you legs and leaving them dangling uselessly over the edge of the desk.
"Sang~" you mewled, feeling him throb through his robe as he lent over to kiss you, pressing himself against your body and capturing you lips
Breathless, you watched as he pulled back from the embrace and finally pulled himself free.
He was painfully hard, tip flushed and glistening with arousal. He gripped himself as he looked down at you, eyes almost black with his dilated pupils, hand moving slowly, coating his shaft in precum.
"Bend over"
You rushed to obey, slipping off the desk onto wobbling legs. You began to pull your arm free of your dress until he grapsed your jaw and tilted your head.
"Keep it on"
He released you and you twisted, bending over the still damp wood. Sanguinius stepped behind you, a massive hand palming over you ass and squeezing.
"Good girl"
You shivered as you felt him ruck the fabric up around your hips, cool night air pebbling your skin. His foot nudged yours, pushing your stance wider and using a thumb to tease over your slit. You felt yourself blushing furiously as he spread you open and you opened your mouth to protest.
All that came out was a choked "oh" as he pressed his cock to your entrance and hilted himself in one fluid movement, stretching you to your limit and pushing the air from your lungs.
The primarch gave you a moment, both of you gulping in air before he began to move, slow deep thrusts that left you whimpering and keening. Sanguinius hissed, feeling your body trying to accommodate him, muscles twitching around him as his tip dragged across you walls, hitting every spot that made you see stars.
Your voice spurred him; a mixture of whimpering for more and weak warnings of being caught.
"If anyone finds us, there will be no doubt you are mine" he growled.
His words sent you over the edge. You arched your back and cried out his name as you came, your entire body feeling hotter than baals desert.
You struggled to stay quiet, biting your lip as Sanguinius pressed his hand on your back, smoothing his palm over the embroidered wings spanning your shoulders.
"My own angel" he whispered.
His own wings flaring and shuddering as he chased his high, rattling the chains and pearls loose front their place amongst his downy feathers.
"I'm yours" you cried out, clawing at the edge of the desk, trying to ground yourself. Sanguinius' hand shifted from your back. Sliding down your arm to envelope your hand in his. He stopped low, chest almost flat to your back as he groaned in your ear. He could feel your body cling to him, begging him to fill you over and over.
He was happy to oblige; thrusting his hips over and over, the room was filled with the slap of skin on skin and breathy pleas for "more, harder, don't stop"
He was close. His cock throbbed and ached, every muscle in his body was tensed and spring loaded, like static ran through his nerves. He looked down at your face pressed against the desk; rose tinted and blissed out, your eyes were half lidded and drool pooled at the corner of your mouth.
"S-a-n-" you mumbled, blinking up at him dumbly from the corner of your eye.
"Pl---ease....n-need...you..insi---de"
You were a state, arms useless, ass red from the impact of his hip and legs barley holding your weight.
But clad in blood angel scarlet and bearing his wings, you were the most beautiful thing In The world.
And you were his.
Sanguinius' wings flared as he came, pinions knocking books from the shelves as they stretched.
He saw your eyes widen, feeling thick hot ropes filled you before leaking out around him as he continued to rut into you, oversensitive but unwilling to pull away from your warmth. His muscles were cramping, stomach tense and back aching before he finally pulled out. He watched as his spend began to drip from your cunt and debated fucking it back into you before smothering the thought down to offer you his arm.
You struggled to your feet, legs wobbling as they struggled to support you. You clutched the edge of the table and laughed softly, looking at the wet streaks now staining your dress.
"I think I need to get changed"
Sanguinius took your arm and helped you straighten, eyeing the darkening patches on the silken fabric.
"Go, I'll send Raldaron to escort you back when you've changed"
You smiled and nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles before turning back to the door.
"My dove?"
You turned to look over your shoulder. The primarch was straightening his robe and preening loose feathers from his wings.
"Leave the dress out. I may wish to see you in it again later"
Sanguinius clapped his brother on the back and laughed before raising his goblet to his mouth and taking a deep gulp.
"She will join us soon" he chuckled, " she couldn't decide on what to wear so I left her to it"
Horus cocked an eye brow at his brother, looking him up and down before taking a swig from his own chalice.
"Is that what it is? I thought something else was keeping her"
Sanguinius frozen.
"Like what?"
Horus grinned, making to reply before the door creaked open and a small shape slipped through the crack.
"Ah it appears she has arrived. Introduce me angel!"
The war master strode through the crowd, Sanguinius hurrying after him.
"You must be the infamous new love"
You spun, smile dropping as you faced the Luna wolves primarch. You quickly dipped into a low curtsey
"My lord"
"Oh so formal" Horus grinned. "I was worried I wouldn't get to meet you. The angel seems adamant on keeping you locked away from the rest of us"
You froze, still dipped in a low bow.
"I'm not sure I understand my lord"
You heard the war master inhale deeply and chuckle.
"Aaah so that is it"
You glanced up to see Horus staring down at you, eyes twinkling.
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Ahriman is such a great character he keeps being like "ahhhh of course my knowledge and Dark Powers will surely get me out of this hole" and then he uses those powers to summon a bigger shovel than anyone in the galaxy has ever seen
Allein (harlequin disguise} by @xstrawberry-sorbetx
Art by the wonderful @sorbet! Commissioned by me.
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You never know who's pulling the strings behind the scenes. Especially if the story is interesting.
Art by the sinfully talented Theo Suren who is very kind and patient -enough to listen to several pages of rambling - and presented me with this museum worthy masterpiece! Do consider commissioning Theo or following him on Bsky.
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i haven’t had a lot of time to hobby this year, B U T i have been back to chewing on clowns recently. particularly of the harlequin variety.
just listened to ❛ A Deadly Wit ❜ today && !!!!!! i got my hands on a hard copy of ❛ The Masque of Vyle ❜ . which left me feeling shookith, cause it’s in amazing condition & didn’t cost me any body parts to obtain. i'll post my thoughts on it soon ♡
my harlequin fixation continues. slowly, but surely.
Hey, i‘d like to request fem Leman Russ x gn reader who is the opposite of her, but they still love eachother dearly?
fem!russ x gn!reader
author's note : hello dearest anon !!! thank you for your request . you took me out of my comfort zone, i have never written anything for Leman Russ , but i had a lot of fun . i started with a few headcanons to help me navigate some misconceptions i had about Leman and decided to include them , i hope you enjoy . ദ്ദി╥ ᴗ ╥)
trigger warnings : none, unless genderswapped primarchs aren't your thing.
headcanons 。
When you first saw Leman Russ, you thought she was a brute. Well, that was your second thought after the terror of being in the presence of a Primarch had dulled some. Your first true thought had been more of a plea to yourself “don’t puke, don’t puke”.
She, on the other hand, found you interesting. Your scent had caught her attention first, one she'd picked out of a crowd of over a dozen other people. Beneath the salty tang of sweat and terror was something earthy and warm, it reminded her of a cozy cave and fire in the middle of a snowstorm.
Leman stalked you quietly for a few days before approaching you; studying you, learning your habits and interests. It wasn’t like you didn’t know she was there. It’s hard to miss a Primarch and she didn’t try to hide herself. Every time you met her eyes, she seemed delighted. Like the way a wolf might delight in the frightened expression of a sheep before leaping in for the kill. Stalking you was a game for her, and the predatory part of her enjoyed it.
She proposed a game one evening, which took you by surprise. She hadn’t said hello, how are you, what’s your name.. No, she challenged you to a game. If she wins, you join her for a year’s travel. If you won, she’d treat you to a feast at her side before she departed from Terra.
You agreed, but only if you got to choose the game. She grinned then, your first introduction to her crooked, toothy smile. The game you chose was chess as, at that time, you underestimated her intellect.
In the first game of Chess, Leman Russ ( as she finally introduced herself as ) lost. It was to be out of three, and you felt confident you’d earn a second win with no problem. You thought of her as a simple mind and wondered why the Emperor had chosen her to lead one of his armies. It had to be her physical prowess, why else?
The second game, you lost. Terribly! It wasn’t even a fight. Leman bested you in two moves.
The third, she let the game go on longer, the intelligence in her pale blue eyes startling you every time you chanced a glance to look at her. She seemed pleased. You’d fallen for her facade, and she’d taken great pleasure in using it against you. You lost the third round.
The year you spent with Leman Russ and her Space Wolves quickly came and went. One turned to two, and two became three. You chose, in the end, to stay with her. The more you got to know her, the more you came to understand her and to eventually love her.
request 。
The weighty thuds of Leman Russ’ romp against her wolfsibling, Geri, rattled the floor. You could feel the vibrations after each collision, even through the thick pelts you sat on. Leman fought like a woman possessed with teethed bared and low, animalistic snarls tearing through the air. You scoot closer to Freki, pressing yourself into the wolf’s furred side. He, unlike you, dozed peacefully. Not at all bothered by the roughhousing of his two siblings. Apart of you envied his calm, but unlike you, Freki didn’t have the threat of being crushed looming over his head.
In your lap, nearly forgotten after the wrestling had started, sat a peculiar book adorned with symbols and mythos not of Fenris, but Prospero. It had taken a lot of convincing on your part to get Leman to let you keep the book. Your fingers catch on a raised symbol on the cover and you look down at it, brow furrowing.
A switch had been flipped the moment Magnus The Red had taken an interest in you, in your abilities. You still weren’t sure how you felt about them. It wasn’t exactly like you could lift objects with your mind, or see clear visions of the future. You’d always thought of your “ gift ” as a gut feeling. A gut feeling that was, more often than not, right. It wasn’t anything special, or even useful if you ignored it. Yet it had been interesting enough to capture the attention of a Primarch.
Magnus had spoken to you in private on the matter, delving into your ability and how it was but a mere steppingstone toward your greater potential. She offered you a place to study, to learn how to harness your ability. You turned her down gently and in a shown of kindness, Magnus had gifted you a book. Said it might help you in your studies and, should you change your mind, you would always be welcome on Prospero to learn.
Leman had been none too keen on you conversing with her sibling. Magnus and her ‘ sorcery ’ - as Russ had called it - had no place at her table. You’d reassured her time and time again that your part in it all was simply a manner of curiosity. You had no intention of studying under Magnus who, to her credit, had made a pretty strong argument as to why you should study on Prospero. Strong argument or no, you were content with the Space Wolves and loyal to Leman. They had given you house and hearth, welcomed you into their midst despite your quiet demeanor and awkwardness around them.
Something you hadn’t told Magnus at the time, was no matter how strongly she tried to convince you to study on her planet, loved Leman and that would always be the deciding factor. You were sure Magnus already knew, as all of her siblings did. Leman didn’t exactly keep her adoration of you a secret. If you weren’t in her arms being doted on by the big, goofy woman with wolfish tendencies, you were at her side or in direct eye sight. Unlike Leman, you were more subtle in your affections for her. Casting glances her way, smiling at her jokes and giving her reassuring smiles to show you were listening. It took a lot of courage for you to initiate public displays of affection. Most of the time you resorted to holding her fingers ( her hands were very large after all! ), or touching her arm. At least until she decided she wanted more, and scooped you up to show you off.
You were still mortified after meeting Sanguinius for the first time. The Angel had been locked into a one-sided deep conversation with Leman when you’d passed by. Without even looking at you, Leman grabbed you and held you in her arms like a favorite toy; ignoring your protests while you’d dangled helplessly in her arms. Sanguinius had, politely, greeted you once she realized Leman had grown bored and excused herself. Even as polite as Sanguinius was, she did a terrible job of hiding the laughter in her smile.
Despite being slow to adopt their customs, some of which still made you feel uncomfortable, your efforts to relate to the Space Wolves had not gone unnoticed. Most of all, your studious curiosity to hear of their stories; to gorge on their epic tales of strength and valor.
While being held in public embarrassed you, something about sitting on Leman’s knee, drinking and listening to her sons and daughters tell stories did not bother you. You enjoyed those moments of feasts and revelry. You learned so much as they told you tale after tale. Some of their home world, others of their own personal triumphs. Most of all, you’d adored the way they spoke of Leman Russ.
“Once she uprooted a tree and sharpened it to a mighty fine tip with only her teeth!” That one had made you laugh. You expected Leman to be offended, but she’d laughed alongside you, flashing a fanged grin as if her teeth were proof enough of her deeds.
“Is that how you chipped your fang?” You’d asked her. The room had grown quiet after that. It had made you wonder if you’d broached a sensitive topic.
And then, with uproarious laughter, Leman and her wolves shattered the silence.
“Let me tell you the story of how I met the All Father…”
“Not falling asleep on me, are you?” Leman’s voice broke you out of your trip down memory lane. You noticed her sitting in front of you with Geri’s head tucked under her arm. The white wolf didn’t look happy to be there and, once Leman’s attention was on you, surrendered with a low, agitated whine till Leman let him go.
“No, just thinking.” She smiles at your words, the crooked kind of smile she often does that accentuates her broken tooth.
When you smile back at her, she takes it as an invitation and crawls over to you, nudging your legs apart with her nose. As you try to move your book out of her path, she takes it from you with a surprising amount of gentleness. You pretend not to noticed the way her eyes lingered on it, before she set it aside. You appreciated the effort she made, knowing just how much she would have rather tossed it aside instead.
She slumps down on top of you, her face rubbing back and forth against your belly while her arms snake around you.
“About?” She asks, her voice muffled by your shirt. You take your time replying, instead letting her question linger while you play with the metal beads in her hair.
She nips at your belly with a huff of impatience.
“How much I love you.” You say finally and Leman visibly relaxes. You didn’t notice how tense she had been when she’d first approached. How had it not been this obvious? You can’t help but wonder if she thought your mind had been consumed by Magnus’ book; by forbidden magics and mysticisms. None of which were actually IN the book, but that was a conversation for another time.
“Was just thinking the same.” She responded with a laugh, kissing Her way up your stomach and chest. When she reaches your face, she stops; her pale blue eyes drinking you in. She presses her forehead to yours and, in her native tongue says “I love you too.”
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"I've only known Motley for a short time, but if anything happens to Motley, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself."
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