#Ibram Gaunt x OC

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How Leta looks to Gaunt btw

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Leta and Gaunt - a kiss to make the other stop being stubborn

Both of your prompts sort of flowed into one? I hope thats okay <3

Anyway, without further ado!

Working too hard.

Leta sighed, the air was humid, she hated it, insects buzzed around her, she had long since given up on trying to swat them away, it was supposed to get cooler after dark, but even cooler was still warm.

“Sorry to disturb you Leta..” Milo paused while using her first name “Middenlocke..” He corrected himself “But he has been up since at least last night..” 

“Has he eaten?”

Milo nodded, it felt odd, discussing the Commissar-General as if he was a child who needed looking after, he’d never dare to say it to anyone else, but Middenlocke was different. 

“Stubborn bastard..” She muttered and smiled when she realized Milo heard “Not a word of that to anyone Brinnie.”

She stared at the door of the command shed, looking as if she was about to run naked across no man's land with flares attached to her, Milo quickly shook away any thoughts of a naked Middenlocke from his head, covered in flares or otherwise. 

“You can go, I’ll handle him.”

Milo nodded, and almost saluted, but thought better of it, he turned and walked away.

Leta opened the door to the command shed and stepped inside, the cool air startled her, and already her sweat stained shirt began to dry.

“Brin..the reports from Castar..” 

The Commissar-General was sat behind his desk, surrounded by dataslats and empty tin cups, his hair was ruffled from where he no doubt ran his fingers through it, there were dark circles under his eyes and he was unshaven, he was in his undershirt, it had a few caf stains on it, his braces lay hanging from his waist. 

When Milo, of course, didn't answer, he looked up, his eyebrows raised.

“Leta?”

Leta smiled and closed the door “Brin sent for me, he told me you haven’t slept in almost a day.” 

“I’ve got work to do.”

“Ibram.”

She walked over to the desk 

“You are no use to anyone half asleep.” 

“I need to look at these reports and attack patterns..if this trend continues-”

She marched to the other side of the desk and bent down to kiss him, he tasted so strongly of caf she wondered just how much he had drunk.

It seemed to snap him out of his tunnel vision. 

“They’ll still be out there, being deranged bastards in a few hours time once you’ve slept.”

“Le-”

“Gaunt..” She sighed “Brin came and woke me up because he’s worried about you and you’re too much of a bone head to listen to anyone else besides me.” 

She put her hands on her hips “Now, do you think that it's acceptable behavior for the man in charge of the Tanith?”

“Are you…” He chuckled “Are you guilt tripping me?” 

“Depends, is it working?”

He stood up, she heard his joints click.

“You’re adorable when you try to boss me around.”

“It worked.” She took his hand “You’re going to bed.”

“And you're staying.”

Leta smiled “I have to be up at the crack of dawn, some asshole has me down for morning patrol.”

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I said their first kiss would be tender <3

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Them <3

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What if...what if Leta died in Gaunt’s arms?

A reunion hug, a sniper in a distant nest, a shot through the heart meant to Kill the Commisar-Colonel but hits Trooper Middenlocke.

She falls, blood seeping through her armour, staining the front of Gaunt’s coat, just above his heart, A hole piercied through her, smoldering flesh from the lasgun, Only a small gasp and she leaves this realm of existence. 

Gaunt sinking to the mud, his tears getting lost in the downpour, as if the heavens are mourning his love as much as he, Gasps from the Ghosts, mummers.

The wolf lies dead, her eyes seeing through the eyes of her lover.

Another Ghost to haunt him.

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Hazy Dawn (Ibram Gaunt x OFC)

The cot wasn’t big enough for two people, maybe that was intentional, meant to discourage the hard working men and women who served under the emperor’s banner to not give into carnal sin.

In the case of Ibram Gaunt and Leta Middenlocke, it didn’t work.

Leta’s eyes flickered open, she had finally managed to get comfortable, lying on top of Gaunt, her head on his chest, his arms around her, his hands resting on her lower back.

Her body hurt, she was bruised and not just from the previous night's activities, a scuffle between some orcs broke out and she got the crap beaten out of her, but hey, the green bugger was dead and any fight she walked away from was a win. 

Gaunt’s fingers twitched on her skin, along with the muscles in his face, his eyes moved behind his closed eyelids. 

A mumbled cry left his lips, a nightmare, it wasn’t uncommon but it still broke Leta’s heart.

“Ibby..” She whispered his name, kissing his chest “Ibby..love..” 

“Ibram..” 

His eyes opened, wide and alert, they darted around before he reality sank in.

“Leta…Sorry..” He cleared his throat “Did I wake you?”

“No need to apologize, I was already awake..” She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the softness of his skin “Hmm I slept well..”

He chuckled, she felt his thumbs rub circles into her skin “No wonder..”

She smiled and nuzzled his chest 

“I do think I love you.” He almost whispered

Her heart pounded in her chest, did she hear him right? He..loved her?

“No..I know I do..” He locked eyes with her “I love you Leta.”

“I love you too..” She smiled and kissed him, she always loved kissing him “Ibram..” 

She did love him, she’d thought it a thousand times, but to say it aloud, to hear him say it, made her heart flutter.

“We are in agreement then.” He smiled against her lips “Otherwise I would have felt very, very stupid.”

“You doubted that I did?”

“I was eighty percent sure..” 

“Anything I could do to raise that percentage?”

He smirked “As much as I would love that…” he rested his forehead against hers “We’ve got to get up, don’t want Corbec or Milo barging in..”

“Good point..” She smiled, “Not again.”

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Gaunt X Leta - hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time

Gaunt scanned the open space before him, he saw people gathered around camp stoves and playing cards, sharing jokes and sacra.

As he met the Ghosts’ gazes, he nodded, they nodded back, Another mission done, another win for them, but it didn’t come without a cost and that's why he was looking for Leta.

She’d spent hours in the med tent, trying her best to help Dorden and the ordalies; last time he had seen her, she was comforting the dying.

He found her in the tent she shared with Bragg and Larkin, sitting on the floor facing the door, her cloak around her shoulders, she was crying.

He entered, lifting the flap with enough noise to alert her to his presence, she looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks.

He sat on the floor next to her, and put an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her into his chest, she cried into his ribs.

He stroked her head, he didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent.

Leta nuzzled into his coat, her sobs lessening, maybe he didn’t need to say anything, maybe just holding her was enough.

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Not yet.

The aftermath of battle was always eerily silent, Leta’s ears still rang from the near constant shelling and lasfire of the passed week.

Now there was peace, Men talked in exhausted but happy voices, others just collapsed to their knees, the need to survive had been the only thing keeping them awake, others just hugged their friends, laughing until it turned into sobs. 

“Help!” Milo’s broken voice broke the silence like a knife through butter “Please!”

Bragg rose to his feet, as fast as lightning to help the boy, Leta rose her weary head, she could see that Milo had someone propped up on his shoulders, practically dragging the injured man along.

Her heart sank, It was Gaunt.

“Medic!” Bragg took the weight from Milo, resting Gaunt against his huge frame as if he was nothing “Its the Commissar!”

There were no medics close, Leta knew that, because she had bandaged some of the Ghosts lesser wounds herself.

“No time..” She rose to her feet, she gestured to the bench she had been sitting on, a plank across two cinder blocks. “Put him down.”

“Middenlocke..” Bragg started

“Dorden’s taught me enough.”

“Its nasty.”

“I can handle it.” 

Bragg nodded and placed Gaunt down, he was pale, too pale, the injury was a large gash across his stomach, almost parallel to the other scar he had, the wound was about four inches long and two inches deep.

“What happened?” Leta poured the water from her canteen on hands, in a vague attempt to wash the mud from her palms 

“Blast knocked him over, into razor wire.” Milo replied, he looked as pale as Gaunt. 

“Razor wire..” Leta repeated “Right..”

She reached into one of the pouches on her belt and pulled out the small medical tin, she opened it and pulled out the alcohol wipes.

“Gaunt..” She touched his face, he was covered in mud, his eyes barely open “Ibram..”

He smiled “I know, this is going to hurt like fuck.”

She laughed, “Yes…sorry.”

“Just get it over with.”

“Yes sir.”

She gingerly wiped the wipe across the wound, Gaunt inhaled sharply, but other than that remained silent, with the area clean, Leta grabbed the needle and stitches, she thread the needle in a way that she saw Milo and Bragg gawp at.

“You’re good at that.” Milo muttered

“Seamstress hands.”

Gaunt chuckled, “Dorden will want to recruit you.”

“He’s already tried, But if I’m in the med tent, who’ll save Bragg’s huge arse?” 

Gaunt smiled, and then instantly frowned as the needle pierced his skin, the muscles of his abdomen twitched, he was strong, carved from marble, he wasn’t supposed to be able to bleed and hurt like a mortal.

If Leta thought of him as able to die, the worry would drive her to madness, she pushed it to the back of her mind and focused on stopping the bleeding.

“Sorry.” She sighed “I’ll be as quick as I can, Promise.”

He nodded.

It was fairly simple to stitch the wound shut, if she ignored the way Gaunt’s hands twitched with each pass of the needle.

“There..” She tied off the thread and stepped back, ignoring the fact her hands were now wet with Gaunt’s blood. “Not the best..but it’ll be okay until a proper doctor can look at you.” 

Bragg passed Gaunt his canteen, no doubt it contained sacra, and judging by the way Gaunt sipped from it, Leta was right.

But after a few moments, the color returned to his face and he sat up.

“Thank you, Brin.” He nodded to Milo 

Milo nodded back “Of course, sir.”

“Leta..” He sat up, slowly, but surely. “Good job with these stitches..”

Leta held out a hand “Come on, I’ll escort you to the med tent.” 

He took it, she frowned as the blood transferred from her palm to his 

“I’m more than okay do tha-”

“If I let you go, you won’t see Dorden unless carried there.” She gripped his hand tighter. “So please sir, I insist.”  

“Then I see no point in arguing..”

They walked to the end of the trench, in silence, hand in hand, it was when they reached the end did he put his arms around her, gently, so as to not pop the fresh stitches. 

“Never do that again.” She muttered into his shoulder, fresh tears streaking through the mud on her face “Understand? You don’t get to die, not yet.” 

He laughed, “I’ll try my best not to die unless granted your permission.” 

“Good.” 

She wiped her face on his coat, still soft, even caked in blood and mud.

“If you do, I’ll be really pissed off with you.”

“I won’t.” He laughed and kissed her forehead “I promise.”

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A heated argument coming from The Sharpe’s tent and all you hear is Alex yell

“You wanna fuck me so bad you look stupid!”

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❤️Gaunts in looooove❤️

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File under: Totally normal things to say to your husband and boyfriend.

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Anyway, I posted the Poly!AU smut its on AO3, as is most of my works.

Warning for smut and the like, so follow the link at your own discretion.

If Ibby was as stuck-up as you imagined then this right now wouldn’t be happening..”

“True, true..” He mumbled, breath hot against her skin, his hands moved from her waist up to her chest, where they groped at her breasts “All though, I bet the idea of a low-born scum sneaking into a fancy house and fucking a nobleman’s wife is quite the fantasy of the snobish types he hangs around with.”

“That's still your fantasy, Eli?” She smiled “I’m just a tool for you to enact your revenge on Gaunt?”

“Something like that.”