Fandom: Rogue Trader

Ship: enby!von ValanciusXSolomorne Anthar

Word Count: 2,853

Rating: T

Summary: Raas von Valancius has been many people before being the Rogue Trader. When one of those old lives comes back to haunt them, they’re quick to send Solomorne to burn it down again. And maybe, just maybe, it will give them enough courage to be honest when he asks: what is it you want?

“Rogue Trader.”

Raas is leaning against the desk when Solomorne comes in. Gloves off, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, one arm crossed over their stomach, two lho-sticks smoldering in the tray behind them and a third clutched between their trembling fingers. They try to say something. They’re supposed to be good at that. A flirtatious remark to Jae and a terrible joke to Idira and a full, proper address for their proctor standing oh so stiff in the threshold, always know exactly what to say to everyone so they don’t end up on the wrong side of a candle or a hot poker or an Inquisitorial Rosette or a power lash or or or… 

But the words are lodged behind their teeth, same as their last mouthful of smoke.

Solomorne waits a beat, utterly still and quiet until he speaks again, voice as unyielding as his body: “Reporting on the matter of that warp-crazed heretic and his Cult of the Immaculate Flame. Both have been snuffed out.”

“Thank you, by the Throne, thank you…” Something in them relaxes just enough to let it go, burning breath and words both rushing out before they catch themself. They bite back their desperation with another puff of their lho-stick and a smile. All teeth and shine and slack.

Fandom: Rogue Trader

Ships: enby!von ValanciusXJae; enby!von ValanciusXSolomorne

Word Count: 2,893

Rating: Mature

Summary: “And I pray to the Exalted One that the tip does not split my heart into two bleeding halves.”

When Raas von Valancius goes down on Dargonus, Jae Heydari and Solomorne Anthar have to get them back up again, and Jae must face a terribly uncomfortable truth: just how much it scares her.

For a moment, the only sound on the battlefield—on the entire world—is Jae Heydari screaming. 

Torn through her ravaged lungs up to her priceless throat augment, these parts of herself ruined and reforged to be the pirate princess of Efreet, all glitter and gold, only for her body to betray her now, each word clawing away at the gilt: “NO! NO! NO!”

The body of Raas von Valancius crumples beneath Tazarra’s klaive.

The first gift she ever gave them was a klaive. That is how their relationship works, you see, how all relationships work. A pretty bauble here, a heretical trophy there, sometimes they give you a Mercatum Tabula Officiale and tell you it’s for friendship so you give them a cloak, and sometimes they give you a dress and tell you it’s for love so you give them a lacerax to even the scales, because that’s all that life is. Transactions.

And it would be awful to lose a patron.

But ‘patron’ doesn’t explain the pleading, the goddamn pleading, as if the universe has ever given her anything simply because she asked for it.

As if the universe has ever listened to the cries of a defenseless girl.

@bleedthebeat tagged me a bit ago, i've been in a bit of a writing slump but i think i finally have some good momentum for this piece <3

Fandom: Rogue Trader

Ship: enby!von ValanciusXHeinrix van Calox

Word Count: 1,108

Rating: Explicit

Summary: (adj.) Simultaneously experiencing or expressing opposing or contradictory feelings, beliefs, motivations, or meanings. A heavy makeout session—and Raas von Valancius’ thoughts—quickly spiral out of control.

“S-sorry.” They smile, easy but embarrassed. By the unruliness of their autonomic nervous system. By the very act of indulgence. To lose the run of themself trying to feel something genuine… “Not all of us have as much control of ourselves as a biomancer.”

Heinrix’s gaze drags slowly down the length of them to the darkening patch of fabric between their legs. His mouth hangs open, gaped around words that Raas does not expect to come. Skittish in all things physical, and now Raas has gone and spooked him, maybe ruined the whole affair, at least for the night.

But before they can suggest trying again later, Heinrix is dropping to his knees.