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This isn't just any new serf, either; Talos has finally found another one he likes enough to stake a personal claim with the coin and the tattoo and everything. Those are always fun to play with, especially in the early days when they can't believe that heretic astartes are real, and they've been captured by some, and yet they won't die as long as they behave.
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“Do you know who chained you?”
This, the beast remembered. Ungentle hands forcing restraints around his wrists. A deep voice, thick with disgust, spitting judgment at him. Out of control. Shameful. Disgrace to the Legion. The beast growled. He knew that name. His oldest enemy, his most bitter rival.
“Nassir Amit chained me.”
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The Next Time by i_cant_say
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000, Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Various Authors
05 Apr 2023
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Cyrion chuckles. “Our Fenrisian cousins consider it a sign of ownership, you know. Marking your territory. Telling everyone what belongs to you.”
Septimus doesn’t know what to say.
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"You're good at doing what you're told," Cyrion says conversationally. "And it's not even because you fear for your life, is it? I mean, not only because of that."
Septimus is glad he can't answer.
"I'm just curious how far that goes."
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They had bound him, hands and feet and wings, and affixed the chains to the foot of the throne.
Sanguinius was relieved his sons were not present to see it. They would have perceived an insult where, he had come to understand, none was meant.
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Sanguinius gets rescued by the last person he expects, and he's not happy about it.
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Talos’s stomach drops. It feels like sprinting down a flight of stairs and realising too late the last step is missing. “I'm here to serve you, sir! To— to learn from you, and be inspired by your example.”
Malcharion looks up at him. There’s something about his expression Talos can’t parse. “Is that what they told you?”
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28 Dec 2025
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Quite possibly the best fic ive ever read?
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A Thousand Words by ILackHumanQualities for CaptainSwank
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000, Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Various Authors, Horus Heresy - Various Authors
16 Dec 2025
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Digital illustration of Lorgar's time studying under Magnus in Tizca.
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the same bringeth forth much fruit by Laylah for Caius
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000, Horus Heresy - Various Authors
28 Nov 2025
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"I suppose hard exercise is one way to deal with the growing pains, though personally I think it's a tiresome one. You get no shortage of that in your daily training."
"Do you have a different recommendation, sir?"
The Gods couldn't have been kinder.
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On his 27th birthday, Andrew ruins his career with a bang, not a whimper. It’s done in a single stroke of genius: definitive, final, and permanent—regardless of what his physiotherapist, or, for that matter, Fletcher, might say.
Here’s the only thing that can really be said about it, at the end:
When you’re hammered, everything looks like a nail.(Riding a drug-induced high, Andrew sabotages his career—and Fletcher’s—by taking a hammer to his left hand. Fletcher navigates the aftermath.)
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27 Nov 2025
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My favorite thing to write over and over: someone tells Sigismund to shut up and have a hug.
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Again he stills his body's reflexive reactions, smoothing the spikes in heartbeat and breathing rates, calming flesh that begins to stir. He was found wanting once, grievously, for his passions mastering him. It will not happen again.
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The cultists who take the most active part in his degradation prefer to have him on his back, legs spread, or face down with his knees drawn up. There have been females among them, but rarely; typically the visitors are male, and they seek access to the corruption between Grigor's legs, the change wrought on his flesh by their obscene rituals.
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23 Sep 2025
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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG
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rare, comfortable lassitude by Laylah
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000, Horus Heresy - Various Authors
09 Sep 2025
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"This doesn't mean I'm going to join your cult, just so you know," Sevatar says afterward.
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They dine together in relative quiet. Lorgar has a hundred and one questions he’s itching to ask, but he shows his reverence by waiting for the Emperor to speak first. His Father has taken little, seemingly more content to watch His son eat than He is to imbibe Himself. He seems a little more solid now than He usually does, His presence grounded enough that Lorgar can look at Him without it being too terribly painful. It still hurts, but the hurt is bearable. He would endure far worse pains for his Father’s sake.
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monarchia was far from the emperor's first attempt to convince lorgar to stop worshipping him.
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The Emperor makes clear to Sanguinius the nature of their covenant, and begins their relationship as He means to go on.
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You ever see someone pet a cat, and the cat's into it, but then the cat gets too into it and gets overstimulated and bites the hell out of them? Turns out vampires work the same way.
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Boyd dies. If only it was that simple.
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In the late winter, Ives wakes before Boyd.
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The wolves and a scholar by Ultimus_1422
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000, Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Various Authors
20 Jun 2025
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"He likes it rough, Falkus," Abaddon stated, a tactical observation. He looked down, his gaze fixing on one of the gold rings piercing Khayon's flesh. He took the small hoop between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it, sending a bolt of sensation through Khayon. A strangled moan tore from his throat and his back arched, grinding his ass into Kibre's hard groin.
Kibre smirked, his own excitement feeding on Khayon's response. He mimicked his commander, his free hand finding Khayon's other nipple, his clawed fingers twisting and pinching the sensitive flesh until pleasure became a painful flood.
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Horus and Sanguinius clean up after battle