#wh40

Even though they're tagged, not all the little primarch stories show up under #little primarchs. Such as the somewhat prequel to this one. But it is tagged under Guilliman.

Fulgrim leaned on the table, "Brother, that sash choice is interesting. It looks baggy but thick?"

Perturabo hummed in response.

Doors slid open to reveal their now toddler brother, Guilliman. He held Aeonid Thiel's hand.

"Hello!" Horus greeted happily.

"Come in," beamed Vulkan.

Roboute scanned the room, unsure of what to do. He was about to reach for his first captain to pick him up. Then, he spotted the grumpy figure at the table.

"Bo!" He exclaimed.

The toddler ran in and passed everyone else. He avoided any and all reaching arms.

Roboute climbed up onto the bench and leaned against Perturabo's arm. He hugged it.

The fourth primarch didn't react. Not even a change in his expression as he tinkered with the gadget on the table.

Roboute stepped over his arm and onto his thigh.

"Roboute," Fulgrim said. "Let's not do that."

The little primarch ignored him.

Perturabo grabbed at the sash he wore and lifted it out. Roboute climbed into the fabric and nestled against his older brother, head sticking out.

"Oh," the Phoenician gaped. "Did you make a sling for him?"

"He likes to be near, and I can't hold him while I work," the fourth replied matter of factly.

Lorgar came to the table, "We could hold you-"

Roboute eyed them, then shrunk into the sling, pulling extra fabric over his head.

Perturabo growled, "Leave him alone. He's shy and comfortable where he's at. You don't see him often, so he doesn't know you."

"And you do?" Horus questioned.

Eyes glanced up from the gadget. He stared down the warmaster.

"Oh," was all that Horus could reply with.

"It's probably because we're in armor," Vulkan offered, trying to soften the mood.

"He's fine with armor," Perturabo interjected.

"Your armor?" Fulgrim asked with intrigue. "How so?"

"Sits a top the hood and pauldrons."

Horus laughed, "I don't believe you."

"I've seen it," Magnus added. "Show them even if you're out of your armor."

The fourth primarch set down his tool and scooted backward.

He pulled the toddler from the sling and tossed him in the air with a spin. Roboute giggled as he was flipped forward and caught with practiced ease. Perturabo lifted him high and sat him on his shoulders.

"Again, Bo! Again, Bo!" The toddler cheered.

Perturabo pulled him down and threw him in the air with a spin and catching him several more times. Each time was filled with giggling before setting Roboute back onto his shoulders. The older primarch began working on the gadget again.

The toddler rested his head upon the many cables protruding from his older brother's scalp.

"S'ank you, Bo," Roboute said.

TW:VIOLENCE

The Black Templar that had known nothing but violence.

The Black Templar that, during a sermon, saw her. A serf, another one that had been rescued captured from another world now under the God Emperor. That he noticed her, her eyes not fixed on her book of hymns, but up, towards the rosette, against the dark of the galaxy.

The Black Templar that had ignored everything and everyone, but now can always see her around, tending to her duties, following the battle sisters as their small little helper. How small she looks around his brother, how soft her way of speaking is, and how scared and lonely she looks.

The Black Templar does not just notice her but starts to follow her around, like a hawk monitoring its prey. His eyes are always covered under that helm that makes him look like a nightmare, looking to you in the shadow of the vessel, between the columns and the shadows that the chandelier makes. The one that she did not notice before shaved from his armor in the halls, but she can now picture him with the face of a man, while his hand dared to just graze against her shoulder while passing by, making her quiver in fear of him.

The Black Templar starts to see her in his sleep, saying words that he never heard, and he now wishes to hear from her lips the sound she could make, the things that they could do together. Sinful dreams that wake him in his core, searching refuge in his chaplain, begging for forgiveness.

The Black Templar had to watch while the Chaplain and his brothers used the whip against her back to punish her for having lured him away from the path, for having dared him with the pleasure of the flesh. His eyes fixed on her painful look, her cry muffled from her lips.

The Black Templar that came to her with the same whip begged her to punish him, to make the pain be equal to what she felt….but she cannot. Because she was not made for blood or violence, her soul too pure of that holy light that they hope to preserve and espanse i this universe.

The Black Templar now believes that she is in fact proof for him that the Emperor had sent him a light, something to keep on his fight.

SANCTUS OLD ONE EYE

I'm still getting to know the Warhammer universe in depth, but I started a draft a while ago. It was supposed to be an oneshot, but it became huge and I ended up putting it aside because I lacked creativity.

But anyway : I had started that the emperor wasn't such an idiot, he sort of had some feelings for his children (not looking at them as tools) and in order for humanity to prevail he sort of goes from world to world looking for political alliances (so he marries his son and takes a planet for himself). Horus would fall into chaos because the one chosen him, in the vision of a shaman, she was the future with Guilliman after the fall of the emperor and also the OC had an enormous love for Guilliman (a beautiful feeling), but Roboute had a relationship with Yvraine, even if the emperor didn't approve.

The OC would be a witch/wizard (I don't know if she fits in this universe without being killed for heresy, or if they'll let it go because... script 😬 )

I'm still figuring out how to develop it or whether to delete it and start another way, what do you think?

It's a lot of information, you can ignore it 🙃

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my language .

Preventing Destiny

Horus x Fem! Reader

A/n: This is such a good idea! I hope you post it someday. This inspired something in me and now i have to make a series similar your idea anon. Consider this part 1 out of 2 or 3 parts.

MDNI

W: NSFW, Fluff, Angst, Jealousy, Baby Trapping, Abandonment, Pre-Heresy Horus, Fem Reader, Insecurities, Zero accommodation

If you want to buy me a Ko-fi

Love was such a finicky thing. It drove mortal men to madness, created wars in the battle of ideals, made orphans out of children, and made men into beasts. Horus watched as their crusade brought great benefit to the Imperium, one by one uniting the human colonies under the same flag and set of ideals Horus' father sought to make true. But war was not the only thing that united them all, no, unions and treaties did as well. His father bestowed upon him an offer he couldn't reject. Marriage in holy union over sought by the Emperor himself. His father told him of his adventures into the stars, how in his own search he had found an idealic planet with idealic people. That he had found a woman worthy of his son and his glory. Horus' ego grew as he awaited the day he would be introduced to you.

You met on your home planet. Your parents had agreed to follow the lead of the Emperor as long as he allowed them to continue to rule with his guidance. This was agreed upon but with a condition that left your parents speechless. The man adorned in golden armor mentioned a son of his, one that will one day become his heir to all that he had made. He wanted you to wed, to show that there is no ill will between your planet and the greater Imperium. Your parents eagerly waited with bated breath for your response, and when you agreed, the Emperor smiled down at you and promised you that this would bring great fortune to everyone. You met Horus not a day later. He was brought to your chambers and he had the opportunity to introduce himself to you. His hair was short and he had a faint stuble growing in. He looked rugged and handsome all the same and it lit a flame in your chest that you wished would persist.

Horus on the other hand was smitten even before meeting you. His father had described you after he insisted on knowing who his wife would be. His father described you as being a normal baseline, with nothing of importance other than your ancestry and the planet you bring with you, but Horus wanted more. He wanted details about your features, the way your voice sounded, he wanted to know if you were as eager as him to marry and to meet. He was like a child shaking in anticipation. He needed to know who you were as you would one day be his and he only yours. He begged his father to allow you both to meet on your planet as you make you more comfortable. Meeting in your chambers allowed him to truly grasp who you were as a person. You had a love for all things relating to your people, you adored your parents and you were educated in the law. You cared to learn more about the Imperium to better fulfill your duties as his wife.

"There's no need to push yourself so much, my wife." He had grabbed your hand in his, yours being dwarfed by his, and pressed the back of it to his lips in a chaste kiss.

"I will ensure you to date with everything but you do not need to worry about it. You will have greater things to do when it comes our Legion and our sons."

"Our sons?" You questioned, brow raised as you looked at the man before you.

"Yes, our sons. My Legion awaits for their mother. And if you will allow it, our own sons and daughters.” He had placed a kiss on your hand before pressing it against his cheek. He knew that you were the only woman for him. His eyes would never wonder, his love would never fade. You made him feel like a man and he would fulfill you as a woman.

Married life was blissful to him as his wife dotted on him hand and foot, and he would do the same. He would come back to his chambers only find her reading or sleeping and the moment his presence was made known she would drop everything to take care of him. You would take care of his wounds, ensure he was clean from head to toe by preparing him a bath. You devoted yourself to proving that you were an idealic wife only to be reminded that he had his own needs to prove himself a worthy husband. He would massage your feet and take care of you when sick. He would have the servants in the palace fetch you whatever you so desire. Only the finest food would be reserved for you. Only the best gifts would be given to you. Nothing would prevent him from sending you letters that were filled with promises of coming back and making you both complete with a child. He couldn’t have asked for a more dutiful partner that matched him.

But it all came crashing down when a shaman they had captured asked him if he wanted to see fate, to witness his future as it was already set. Horus had assumed that the old hag had simply done this to stop them from killing her but he was corrected when they did not flinch at the tip of his sword cutting into their skin. He agreed, curiosity getting the best of him. The shaman mixed powders, and liquids into a ranging flame and chanted words he did not know nor understood. In the smoke appeared your image but Horus was not the one standing next to you. Guilliman was there instead. You were kissing Guilliman, deeper and more lovingly than you’ve ever kissed him. You spoke his brother's name with breathless want unlike how you spoke his own. You were as dotting and as diligent as how you were with Horus but you looked more in love with his damn brother. Image after image of you and his blond-haired brother kissing and living in married bliss set a fire inside him he tried to quell and snuff, but it consumed him. It ate at him as the shaman prophesied that it was only a matter of time before this woman Horus wedded would leave him and fall in love with Guilliman. That if he wanted to preserve his marriage he had to keep you apart and even then it wouldn’t be guaranteed that you would remain faithful. That destiny and fate were never wrong and that no matter his efforts you would leave.

there's empty space between your ornaments Imogene. are you even a real Rogue Trader

Anyway here's my Lord-Captain Von Valancius