This is a spinoff from my Fallout fic Uncommon Wealth that crosses over with WH 30k.... more>>

Uncommon Wealth can be found in Archive of Our Own or Questionable Questing.

Expect curb stomping. <<less

“Bring Hell From The Heavens, For The Throne Of Volk” -motto of the Volk First Royal Airborne as of M31.004... more>>

The Volk System is mired in conflict as embers from the Burning of Prospero make their way to its relative sanctuary. A humble standard bearer risks their life to accomplish an impossible task and is rewarded with lifetime service to the Crown of Volk and its soon-to-be wearer, one Freya Foxway. It's a long way to have come for an orphan raised by the proprietor of a bar in the seedier parts of Sokarin, but the gods' favour is always earned and this soldier will not yet reach Valhalla. After all, they still have work to do.

While this is fanfiction for Warhammer 40k/Warhammer: the Horus Heresy (it’s a whole thing ask about it at your own risk), I like to think that prior knowledge of the universe is not required for full enjoyment. If you'd like to learn more about something I mention ask about it in the comments!

Note for Warhammer nerds: this fic does take place during the Horus Heresy, however, I have never read any of the books and I do not intend to. If I commit a lore crime, you are welcome to call me out, but note that I am not bound by the cannon. (For example: I will include female space marines. If you don’t like it then please keep that to yourself! Thanks!)

psst, if you're here for the Mecha tag, you gotta wait until chapter seven. <<less

"If the path to salvation leads through the halls of purgatory, then so be it." -Ahzek Ahriman, Cheif Librarian of the Thousand Sons... more>>

Prospero will burn.

Prospero will burn at the hands of the Sixth Legion – the Space Wolves – for the crimes of Magnus The Red, Primarch of the Thousand Sons and The Crimson King of Prospero. The people of Prospero will die out, ceasing to be, Magnus The Red will sell his soul and the loyalty of the Thousand Sons to the malign influence of the Ruinous Powers, and the Space Wolves will be known as butchers forevermore.

But one Space Wolf will not stand for the butchery of the people of Prospero or his fellow Wolves' blind obedience to the orders of the Emperor. He will rebel against the chafing restrictions of the Imperium and his place in it, and open his eyes to the cruelty of his calling.

His name is Katlan, for now. He will choose to desert and leave the Sixth Legion with whatever forces he can, and perhaps, he will finally do something about the insatiable emptiness which has been gnawing at him for over a century and a half.

(This is Warhammer 40k/30k fanfiction; this time though, it has been read by two separate proofreaders who knew absolutely nothing about Warhammer 40k or 30k, who have both told me that it was still understandable and enjoyable despite their lack of knowledge of the lore. And for Warhammer nerds: it should be obvious, but this story takes place during and after the Burning of Prospero. and just like my other Warhammer 30k fanfiction, you can call me out for my lore crimes, but you cannot stop me from committing them.) <<less