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yanagikou · 4 months ago

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Love Hunt (part 1 of 2)

DISCLAIMER: This is NOT my work but a short (smutty) warhammer 30k fic written for me by my husband (apparently he likes me or sth... ). It takes place at the early stages of the Great Crusade, shortly after Magnus' rediscovery (somewhat relevant to a tiny portion of the fic) and is pure indulgence. So please, don't try to reconcile this with actual lore, and just enjoy the hunt :)

pairing: Leman Russ x Rei'ke (OC) // m x f

Warnings: blood (? idk), otherwise none for this part

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Rei’ke leaned against a frost-covered tree, her breath curling in the frigid air as she waited for that wild creature of a Primarch, Leman Russ. A beast in both form and temperament. Not only was he insufferably arrogant, but he reveled in his uncivilized ways, as if flaunting them was a badge of honour. She let out a sigh, yet even as she scolded herself for entertaining any fond thoughts about him, she couldn't deny that something about him called to her.

His wild, piercing eyes. His wolfish grin, as if he were constantly in on some joke she had yet to understand. His raw, untamed presence, a force of nature in itself. It was both infuriating and... intoxicating.

No! He was rude, overbearing, and completely full of himself. The so-called son of the Emperor needed a lesson in humility, not admiration.

Shaking her head, Rei’ke forced her gaze outward over the frozen landscape. Snow-covered fields stretched below her, interwoven with dark forests clinging to the hillsides like silent sentinels. Fenris was as wild and untamed as its ruler—

And yet...

Why had he asked her to join him on this hunt? Was it truly just a means to solidify the alliance between their worlds? Or was there something more behind his invitation? A warm flush crept up her neck at the thought, and she quickly shook it off, pacing to distract herself. She played with the protective sigil hanging from the chain around her neck, rolling it absentmindedly between her fingers for comfort.

Should she have worn her full armour? She had considered it, but hunting demanded speed and precision, not the cumbersome weight of battle gear. Her spear, resting against the tree beside her, was far more suited for this task. Forged by one of her warrior-sisters, the weapon allowed her to channel her psychic abilities safely, much like the sigils and talismans she adorned herself with. The Warp was not to be wielded carelessly, and though some accused her of being overcautious, she took pride in her discipline.

Russ, on the other hand, had compared her to that red-skinned giant he called a brother. What was his name? Magnut? Magnus? Whatever—

The crunch of heavy footfalls in the snow snapped her from her thoughts. She turned just as Russ emerged from the trees, his imposing frame draped in thick furs, his signature smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, sharp and assessing, seemed to pierce right through her.

‘Ah, I see you're at least on time,’ he greeted. His voice low and rumbling, tinged with amusement.

Rei’ke crossed her arms, meeting his gaze without flinching. "Yes. I do not know these lands as you do, Lord Russ. As such, I would rather be early than late."

A flicker of something crossed his expression—approval, perhaps. "What will we be hunting?" she asked.

Russ waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing much. Something many hunt for sport, a test of worth."

Ah. So that was his intent. To test her.

Rei’ke only smiled, refusing to rise to the bait. "What can you tell me about this beast? Even those tested on my world are given some knowledge of their quarry."

Russ chuckled, clearly entertained by her response. "You are right." He reached over his shoulder, drawing his fur cloak around him, revealing the massive beast’s head that served as its hood.

Rei’ke’s interest sharpened. The creature was massive, its skull thick and ridged, its fangs still wickedly curved even in death. A mighty predator of Fenris, a frost drake.

This hulking beast roamed the frozen wilderness of Fenris, its hide thick as armour, its breath believed to be carrying the frost of the world itself. They were known for their cunning, their ability to stalk prey unseen despite their size, and their near-impossible resilience. To slay one was a feat few could claim.

Russ studied her reaction, his sharp gaze noting the way her lips parted slightly, her eyes gleaming with interest rather than fear. She was intrigued. Perhaps even eager. The realization made something primal stir within him.

"Shall we begin then?" Russ grinned, baring his sharp teeth like a wolf scenting blood.

Rei’ke returned the grin, a wicked glint in her eye. "I think so."

Before Russ could move, she was already in motion. With a fluid grace, she turned and leapt from the cliff’s edge, her spear igniting with psychic energy as she used it to slow her descent into the snowy abyss below.

Russ let out a low chuckle, watching her disappear into the snowy expanse below. A worthy hunt indeed.

Rei’ke reached the bottom and looked up, her heart pounding with excitement and adrenaline. "What are you waiting for, Leman Russ? Lord of Fenris?" she called, a playful challenge in her voice.

Russ smirked, eyes glinting. "Just you wait, whelp!" With a powerful leap, he jumped. Horror flashed across Rei’ke’s face as she realized he was plummeting straight toward her. She dove out of the way just in time, rolling in the snow as Russ landed heavily beside her, his boots sinking deep into the frost. He stood, shaking off the impact, wild and unkempt, all pretence of noble decorum gone.

"You had your time to get ahead. Now, we are on equal terms," Russ said, his voice thick with amusement.

Rei’ke scoffed. "I might be several heads smaller, but I am quite quick."

"Maybe for a psyker," Russ grinned wolfishly. "But believe me, a warrior always has an edge over some tome-kissers."

He laughed, but when he turned back to her, she had vanished. His smile faltered for a moment as he scanned the area. Then, he caught sight of her sprinting into the forest, and his grin returned. Once again, she surprised him. He loathed psykers—their arrogance, their know-it-all attitudes—but she seemed different. He liked that.

Rei’ke revelled in the rush of the chase. The cold wind stung her cheeks, the snow crunched beneath her feet, and she found herself smiling. She was not going to lose. Spear in hand, she sent a psychic pulse through her talismans, reaching out into the world around her. A tingling sensation answered, pulling her northward. Trusting her instincts, she followed.

But she was no longer certain where Russ was. He had been close, his presence a steady force behind her, but now he had vanished. The hunt was truly on.

She reached the edge of a cliff, overlooking a vast chasm filled with glacial ice. Below, her quarry lay in wait—a massive frost drake, curled upon an outcropping of ice. Its sheer size sent a thrill through her veins. Seventy feet? Perhaps more. Was it too large? Maybe. But it was the only one she had found.

She had to use the moment wisely. Channelling her energy, her spear's blade thrummed with psychic power. Strapping the weapon to her back, she gripped the ice and began her descent.

From above, Russ watched her. Once again, she left him stunned. There was no hesitation, no fear—only determination. She was climbing down, alone, to challenge a frost drake. Even for some of his sons it would be a dangerous fight.

His amusement faded. He had meant to test her, to push her, but now...

Russ straightened, his expression hardening as he turned his attention to the horizon. The wind carried a sharp sting, and he recognised the warning it held. A storm was coming, fast and brutal. He narrowed his eyes. If she didn’t get out soon, she wouldn’t just be fighting the drake—she’d be battling the fury of Fenris itself.

Without wasting another second, Russ broke into a run, intent on reaching her before she sealed her fate.

Rei’ke slowed her breathing, pressing herself against the cold stone wall, her pulse hammering in her ears as she gazed down at the slumbering drake. The memory of Russ’s cloak flashed through her mind—she had seen where the old wounds had been, the weak points in the beast’s armour. Her sharp eyes honed in on the intersection of two thick plates at the creature’s neck. Calculating the height, she gripped her spear and exhaled slowly, steadying herself.

Without hesitation, she leapt. Her body cut through the icy air, spear gripped tightly between both hands, the tip angled downward. The weapon struck first, its psychic-enhanced edge sliding between the armoured plates, piercing the soft flesh beneath. She felt resistance as muscle and sinew gave way, but to her horror, the cut was shallow.

She landed hard, feet digging into the frost, just as the drake jerked awake. With a violent shake, it tried to throw off its attacker. Rei’ke held on, cursing under her breath—losing her spear now meant losing the fight. Desperately, she twisted the weapon, trying to widen the wound, but the beast thrashed too wildly. She had no choice—she wrenched her weapon free just as she was thrown through the air.

The hard surface of the glacier hit her back with a brutal impact, ice and small stones dug into her palms as she struggled to rise. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, but she quickly realized she had been fortunate—better to land here than plummet into the abyss below.

Pushing herself around into a sitting position, she saw the drake pivot, its yellow eyes locking onto her. It charged.

She barely dodged in time. The beast crashed into the wall of the ravine, the force shaking the entire cliff side. Above, snow and ice trembled. Russ, climbing swiftly, cursed under his breath—he had underestimated the situation.

He lifted his head, nostrils flaring. The air had changed. The cold had sharpened. His keen eyes caught sight of the approaching blizzard—like a wall of white death, it consumed the horizon. A Fenrisian storm was not just cold—it was suffocating, slicing through flesh with razor-sharp ice shards, inside and outside a human body.

He didn’t hesitate. Time was against them. He let go, free-falling, trusting his body’s resilience to absorb the impact. When he landed, the shock reverberated through his legs, but he barely noticed. His focus was entirely on the scene before him—Rei’ke against the cavern wall, her chest rising and falling, her spear clutched tightly, and the drake, rearing back for another charge.

Above them, something cracked.

Russ’s sharp instincts flared—stalactites and ice spikes, loosened by the impact, teetered above them. Dangerous.

Rei’ke tensed, gripping her weapon, forcing her body to move. She needed to stand. She needed to finish the fight.

Then, the world around her shook as jagged ice rained down.

But before she could act, a shadow fell over her and a hot liquid dripped onto her face.

Blinking away the shock, Rei’ke realized the stalactites had fallen—shattered around her. She looked up and saw Russ, standing tall, his powerful frame outlined by the dim light filtering in. His breath came in steady puffs of mist, his axe gleaming with fresh blood. Behind him, the drake’s head lay severed on the cavern floor, its lifeless body twitching a few more steps before collapsing.

Russ turned, his smile wolfish. “It seems the kill is mine.”

Rei’ke exhaled sharply, half in relief, half in frustration. “I had it—before you decided to jump in.”

Russ chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief, but there was something more in his gaze—. He looked like a god of old, carved from the ice and tempered in battle. She felt her heart race, her body responding in a way she hadn’t anticipated. “I had it,” she repeated, but her voice lacked its previous confidence.

Russ stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. The scent of blood, sweat, and something distinctly him filled the air between them. “We need to move,” he said, voice husky. “A storm’s coming. Even you won’t survive it.”

She swallowed, forcing herself to break eye contact. The moment shattered as she looked out toward the sky. He was right. The storm loomed, ominous and deadly.

But then she saw the red on her hand.

Her breath hitched. Blood.

She turned sharply, eyes scanning Russ. Only then did she notice his stance—his usually fluid movement had a stiffness to it. Her gaze dropped lower, catching sight of the wound. An ice spike had pierced his side. He was bleeding.

“Lord Russ,” she murmured, stepping forward.

He leaned slightly, gripping the shard embedded in his flesh. With a grunt, he pulled it free. The wound was deep, but his expression remained unreadable—until he caught the concern in her face. That made him pause.

“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice softer now, lacking its usual sharp edge.

He blinked at her, as if uncertain how to react. He had fought through countless battles, endured wounds far worse. But the way she looked at him, the way she pushed past his guard to examine the injury—it unsettled him. He was a warrior. Wounds were nothing. Yet, this woman… she cared.

He wasn’t sure what to do with that.

“I’m fine,” he said, but the hesitation in his voice betrayed him.

Rei’ke frowned. “Can you move?”

“Yes.” He exhaled, regaining his composure. “We need to get to shelter. There’s one nearby.”

She nodded, but her eyes remained on the wound. Ignoring his usual bravado, she reached into a small pouch, pulling out dried herbs. Without hesitation, she chewed them, creating a makeshift salve.

Russ watched her in silence, intrigued by her efficiency, by the way her fingers worked with careful precision. When she pressed the mixture onto his wound, a sharp sting shot through him, but he said nothing.

“This will stop the bleeding,” she murmured, glancing up.

Their eyes met. His golden irises burned into hers, and for a moment, neither moved. The air between them thickened. He loomed over her, his size a stark contrast to hers, yet she felt something coil deep inside—something dangerous, exhilarating. Her breath caught, her cheeks flushing despite the cold.

Russ hesitated. He could tell her his body would heal quickly, that her efforts were unnecessary. But the softness of her hands against his skin, the way she looked up at him with that mix of concern and something else—it made him stay silent.

“Follow me,” he finally said, voice low, rough.

Rei’ke swallowed, stepping back. “Yes—” she stammered, her heartbeat wild. That glance had lasted just a second too long. And she couldn’t help but wonder… had he noticed her blush?

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