#short story\

[grendel-menz]

Mansion. Apartment. Shed. House.

A young woman moves back into her parents' house and rediscovers a childhood fortune telling game.

[lyn31]

A Bet

Summary:

At this point, you just can't help yourself.

AO3 link

Notes:

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader

College AU, fluff and short.

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You don’t mean to start something. Really, you don’t.

But Zayne is staring at the café menu like he hasn’t ordered the exact same thing every single time—a caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream, as sweet as he can get away with—and it’s right there, practically gift-wrapped for you.

“You’re getting the caramel macchiato,” you say, lounging back in your seat.

Zayne doesn’t even glance at you. “You don’t know that.”

You scoff. “Please. You’re a sugar fiend. If no one stopped you, you’d probably drink syrup straight from the bottle.”

Across the table, Caleb perks up like he’s just sensed drama brewing. “Oh, this is good. You that sure?”

You meet Zayne’s gaze, and something shifts—playful, challenging, a silent dare hanging between you. You grin. “I’d bet on it.”

His brow lifts slightly. “What’s the wager?”

“If I’m right, you have to carry my books for a week.”

Zayne tilts his head, considering. Then, too smoothly, he counters, “And if I win, you have to admit I’m right about something. Publicly.”

You gasp, pressing a hand to your chest. “That’s low.”

“Take it or leave it.”

Of course, you take it. You’re already mentally celebrating when he steps up to the counter. You don’t even need to hear it; you know exactly what he’s about to order.

Then—

“One matcha. No sugar.”

The café goes dead silent.

Your jaw drops.

And then the group erupts.

Caleb fake-wipes a tear. “You hate to see it.”

Your sister shakes her head, sipping her drink. “You walked right into that.”

You’re still staring at Zayne like he just declared he was moving to Mars.

He looks far too smug as he picks up his drink, fingers curling around the cup like he hasn’t just betrayed every shred of trust you ever had in him.

“You hate matcha,” you say, scandalized. “And no sugar? Who even are you right now?”

He shrugs. “Guess you were wrong.”

You gape at him, betrayal sinking deep into your bones. “You’re a liar and a fraud.”

Zayne doesn’t even acknowledge the accusation. He just lifts his drink in a lazy toast. “And yet, I still win.”

Except—

Instead of drinking it, he slides the cup toward you.

You blink. Then blink again. “What?”

Zayne exhales like you’re the one being difficult. “Relax. I ordered the usual.” His voice is maddeningly casual. “Just wanted to see your face.”

The café explodes.

Caleb groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my God, just date.”

Your sister lets out a long-suffering sigh. “One day, they’ll figure it out.”

You and Zayne exchange a glance, equally confused. “Figure what out?”

No one answers. They’ve already moved on.

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Notes:

And I can't help myself either 😂 I love the idea that everyone on their campus is equally invested and done with these two ahahahaha

[digitalsymbiote]

What makes a Mech a Mech?

Now you might think it's the shape: Humanoid, bipedal, articulated limbs. And once upon a time that might have been the case. These days those machines are a lot more diverse though, come in all sorts of shapes and sizes; you got quadrupeds, winged mechs, hell sometimes ones that don't got any arms or legs at all.

No, what makes a Mech a Mech, is the Neural Link.

Mechs are unique in the way that their pilots get wired into them. They plug their brain into a machine and they become that machine.

Y'see that's why so many of the early models were so standardized, modeled after our own anatomy and musculature. Back when the tech was first being developed, the test pool was pretty limited. All military types, foot soldiers and the like. Those folks tend to have something of a limited imagination, creativity and individuality gets beaten out of 'em until they conform to the template of what the military wants 'em to be.

Which means they aren't all that great at imaginin' their body as anythin' other than what it is.

So all those early prototypes had to conform to that. If they wanted a pilot to have a decent enough Link Aptitude, they needed Mechs that the pilots could see themselves as. Folks were already used to havin' two arms and two legs, replacin' 'em with metal instead of flesh was a short enough leap that those folks could handle it.

But y'see then they started expandin' the applicant pool; researchers and developers moved outside the military in search of folks with higher Link Aptitude. And they found that humanity is a lot more diverse than that template the military beats into its soldiers. Turns out folks can be a lot more creative with their body map. Not everybody fits into that standardized definition of what humanity is.

They were lookin' in the completely wrong place with the military, turns out. Conformity is all well and good when you're trynna rush somethin' off the assembly line, but when you're trynna really push the limits of what's possible? Well you gotta get a bit more creative with it.

That's why you don't usually see the jugheads piloting mechs anymore. They ain't as good with all the fanciness companies are packin' into them these days. Now y'know who is good with all of that? Queer folks. Transgender folks especially. Turns out growin' up in the wrong body and learnin' to deal with that makes you real good at dissociatin' and messin' with your body map. Makes it a lot easier to trick your brain into thinkin' some weird part of this metal colossus is actually part of your body now.

Once they sorted that out, synchronicity rates skyrocketed. Led to a lot of other good things too. Y'see suddenly Queer and Trans folks were prime candidates for bein' pilots, corpos needed 'em. Which meant they had to make it safe enough for folks to be those things, or at least enough to admit it to the recruiters. Kinda funny thinkin' back, that that was what tipped the scales, but I suppose you can always trust corpos to do what corpos do.

But anyway, that's why so many Mechs are custom made to their pilots nowadays. That's why they craft the IMPs alongside the pilots through basic training. You gotta build a system that'll fit the pilot's body map, and ideally one that'll make the most of it.

If that pilot's more comfortable with a tail? Give that Mech a tail. Digitigrade legs? Quadrupedal? Fuck it, if it works for the pilot, throw that shit on there. Y'see ultimately, through the Neural Link, all you gotta be able to do is trick your brain into thinkin' that Mech is your body, and then it's off to the races.

And that moment, when your mind slips into that metal monstrosity and suddenly you feel more at home than you ever did in your own flesh and blood? That's what pilots live and die for. That's how you know the engineers did a good job.

And that's what makes a Mech a Mech.

[strangelittlestories]

It’s my own fault, really; I knew ‘junk scrying’ was a bad idea. Ethically, practically, legally … it’s a real minefield of a practice.

But sometimes, clients are scarce and money is tight and it turns out I’ll do some real *scuzzy* things to avoid getting a day job.

You know how folks can read your fortune in your tea leaves? Well, you ever drank a cup of tea at a cafe and left it on the table when you were done?

Well, someone like me might have scurried over before the staff could tidy up. You sit down like you’re a new customer. Or you scoop it up and carry it to the counter, as if you’re a good samaritan. And you open your third eye and do a quick divination.

It doesn’t have to be tea, either. You can read someone’s luck in the pattern coffee stains they leave on a counter, in the spaces left on a half-finished crossword puzzle, or the shapes tapped out in an ashtray.

Another name for it is ‘fortune-hunting’.

It’s the shotgun approach to arcane intelligence gathering. Something like magical cold-calling or esoteric phishing. Most of the time, you just get a painfully mundane fortune: ‘focus on this project and your efforts will be repaid tenfold’, ‘walk to work next week if you value your ankles’, ‘a redhead will smile at you and change your life’. 

But every now and again you’ll get something actionable.

I found someone once who was going to win ten grand on a scratch card. I got there five minutes early and sold it to them for a hundred (because I’m a scumbag, not a monster).

There was one woman who was going to be blackmailed. I just had to be in the right place at the right time and give her my card and, boom! New case. I gave her a good rate.

One man was cursed and he didn’t even realise it. A real nasty, worming slowboiler of a spell that was slowly ruining his life. I gave him the exorcism gratis and pocketed the spell for later use. It never hurts to have a bit of magical malfeasance in your back pocket.

Unfortunately, there are some people out there who guard their fortunes a little more closely. Most practitioners are content to simply be extra paranoid about their teacups, toenails and telephones, but some people? Especially corporate people? They get real *aggy* about it.

I picked up this latest reading at a gas station. I saw someone lingering over a cheap gas station to-go cup. As they drove off, I took it out of the trash. It was a cheap instant hot chocolate, sickly sweet and thick with powdery residue.

The prophecy hit me like a wet fish in the face and I knew two things at once:

First, whoever this was, they were on the run from a Big-Ass Destiny.

Second, knowledge of this particular future was not just deeply jinxed and warded … it was *proprietary*. And it had already started eating my memories from the inside out.

[omnigraphsblog]

"We have your son."

"My condolences. Please try to die quickly, his dinner's almost ready."

[real-dirty-stories]

I have a good relationship with my neighbor, she's divorced, found a friend who comes over to fuck her a couple times a week. But she brings her dogs over for a couple hours so they don't get in the way. I don't mind, but it's a fucking shame. She could have fucked me. Why the fuck did I get to be the dog sitter?!

[deathworlders-of-e24]

Thomas, Engineer

Part 5

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The klaxon call of the alarms.

Electrical shorts all around.

Sparks raining down as equipment blew.

The temperature rising as the last of the protective shields failed.

Burning-

Thomas woke up. He was still in bed and not in the CORE control room about to be incinerated. His quarters were still dark, and the air was cool. Almost hesitantly, he touched his arms, his chest, and finally his face. His skin wasn’t searing away as he had feared, however, it was slick with a layer of cold sweat. Inversely his throat was dry as bone.

Thomas kicked his damp blankets to the foot of the bed and swung his legs over the side. In the dark, the room looked… alien, for lack of a better word. The walls looked ugly with little variance in the shadows, and for the first time he was thankful there wasn’t a window to look out of. Thomas thought if he saw any more dark looking back at him he might be sick.

The single point of comfort was the soft yellow light coming from Roomba’s eyes as he sat atop Thomas’s desk on the quick-rigged charging platform they’d made. The little droid was recharging, napping as Thomas had joked, during the ship’s night cycle. In the low light Thomas thought he saw Roomba twitch, but decided it was just the dark and his mind playing tricks.

Water. Thomas needed water, something to drink to wash away the taste of dried saliva in his mouth. He pulled a hoodie over his head and stepped barefoot out into the hall to go hit the nearest Vending Machine. He swiped up his ear piece translator as an afterthought, not because he thought he’d have any conversations at 0400 hours ship time, but purely as trained reflex. One floor down and a hundred feet later, Thomas was chugging down a second glass of ice water when he felt the little tug on his pant leg. Looking down in surprise, he saw it was his mechanical companion, standing only a few inches taller than his ankle. Roomba looked up at him with bright eyes and lifted his little arms up towards him.

“Beep”

[Inquiry: are you experiencing a malfunction as well?]

“Nah buddy, I’m okay,” Thomas leaned down and scooped the small robot up from the floor, carrying him in the crook of his arm like a small child. “What about you? Seeing things again while you’re offline?”

“Beep.”

[Affirmative, this unit is experiencing a persistent malfunction of unknown complexity]

“Beep.”

[Diagnostics show zero fault anywhere in internal systems, and externally there were zero changes as well]

“Well don’t worry buddy, we’ll go see Miss Liz tomorrow after the shift, okay? If the two of us didn’t catch anything, a third pair of eyes might. You’ll be okay.” Thomas pat the little robot on top of his head twice before heading back to their quarters.

He sat Roomba down beside his charging plate again and half sat-half flopped onto his bed with a weary sigh. The idea of going back into his traumatic dreamscape wasn’t exactly relaxing. If the lights had been on he’d have been able to see the bags under his eyes in the mirror.

“Good night Roomba,” Thomas said, head on his pillow.

“Beep.”

[Good night Human Thomas]

A moment passed, then another. Thomas was about to take his ear piece off but stopped at the next-

“Beep.”

[I hope our malfunctions are repaired soon]

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“That’s him, that’s the human,” whispered one of the crew, a young Mondonian woman in a Operations Management uniform, the blue suit conflicting with her crimson skin. She was whispering, unsuccessfully, to a Zilgrat from communications as they hid around a corner a ways away from Thomas. He’d noticed them the moment he’d stepped off the lift, as they’d immediately stopped their conversation to watch him start his work.

“You’re sure that’s the human from the CORE room failure?” the Zilgrat squeaked. Thomas tried not to pay any attention to it, choosing instead to think how nice it must’ve been for them in their home system. The Zilgrats and the Mondonians had actually evolved on sister planets in the same solar system, not even separated by an asteroid belt. How nice it must’ve been for their species to have always known they weren’t alone. It was no wonder you always saw both species on the same crews in the GAIL fleets. The Mondonians looked humanoid, but with dark cherry skin and something akin to rams horns growing out the sides of their heads. Zilgrats however were almost identical to Terran ferrets, just bigger, about as big as a mid sized dog.

Thomas gave up on ignoring them and decided to wave with a small smile. They startled briefly before sheepishly approaching.

“Apologies,” said the Zilgrat, “we didn’t mean to offend. It’s just… we had never met a human before, and you’re famous.”

“I’m what?” Thomas almost shorted out the panel he was fixing in surprise.

“Famous!” said the Mondonian. “Sorry, is the word not translating? I was just saying we’ve heard of you from the rest of the crew, they all said you’re a hero.”

Aw damnit, Thomas thought. That’s still going around.

“No, no, I got the translation,” Thomas feigned a laugh, “I was just surprised. You’re talking about the CORE breach right? That wasn’t anything too serious. I was just doing my job.”

“You are in maintenance yes?” The Mondonian asked. “Your job is to repair, not risk your life. I was wondering how you even overcame the fear, it must’ve been very frightening.”

“Well you know, adrenaline kicks in, you don’t really think about how scary it is, you just do it,” Thomas shrugged, wishing he was back on the lower decks right now.

“Adrenaline?” This time it was the Zilgrat. “You had a wartime stimulant injection during this?”

“What? No,” Thomas was confused, “no, just a normal, everyday adrenaline response, no injections.”

“You are saying that humans simply produce a level 3 restricted enhancement naturally?” The Mondonian woman questioned, concerned.

“I suppose I am, yeah. It’s a survival reflex, I think most of the creatures on Earth can make the stuff no problem.”

“E24 sounds like a truly terrifying place if all your creatures can produce such a dangerous chemical unrestricted. It’s highly regulated in our home galaxy.”

“Beep.”

[Warning: threat approaching]

Thomas, confused and alarmed, looked down at Roomba by his feet, the small droid half in half out of the wall panel they were working on. He was pointing back down the hall to the lift, the doors of which were closing behind someone in a white custodian uniform, with a rocky exterior.

“Roomba, what do you mean?” Thomas asked quietly as the two crew-mates they’d been speaking to made themselves scarce.

“Beep.”

[Explanation: a scan of the security chief’s logs list this individual as a security risk]

“When did you scan his logs?!” Thomas whisper shouted, concerned.

“Beep.”

[When task queue was updated to: protect Noah]

“Beep.”

[New Task parameters dictated more information was required, so this unit downloaded necessary archives from the Security consoles]

“Fucking how?” Thomas was so certain that Chief Ducane would kill them that he wasn’t even paying attention to the Sed man walking toward them anymore. That was, until the man in question intentionally stayed course and shoulder checked Thomas into the wall.

“What the hell dude, watch where you’re going!” Thomas cried out, understandably pissed.

“Be silent, human-AHH!” The Sed man howled in pain, confusing Thomas further. He hadn’t touched the guy. Thomas looked down, eyes widening in shock. Roomba had activated the soldering torch in his finger and grabbed onto the Sed’s foot, carving a little chunk of exoskeleton off with the miniature flame. He must’ve hit flesh down there too because Thomas smelt burned meat.

“INSOLENT LITTLE SCRAP METAL!” The Sed roared.

“Roomba, stop!” Thomas called, but it was too late. The Sed man cocked back his leg and kicked the little droid into the wall with a heavy metal KLUNK!

From down on the floor came a little-

“Beep.”

[Protect the Noah]

“Beep.”

[Protect Human Thomas]

“Roomba!” Thomas shoved the Sed away will all his might, sending him sprawled to the floor, and dove down to the droid, scooping him up and making a break for it back into the lift, leaving his tools and the bastard Sed behind, who was now leaning against the wall staring death in Thomas’s direction.

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“I don’t know what to tell you Hardware,” Liz shrugged, “every internal diagnostic I’ve run said the little guy is running perfectly. Better than perfect.”

Roomba was sitting on the table as Liz from Biotech scanned over him with multiple pieces of equipment. Thomas stood beside her fretting, clenching and unclenching his hands.

“You’re sure he’s okay?” Thomas was wringing his hands together so much his skin had turned pale.

“Totally no damage,” Liz confirmed. “These little guys were designed to withstand massive blunt force, like the kind from getting run over by heavy machinery. Grite’s foot won’t do a thing to him.”

“Grite?”

“Yeah, at least that’s who I assume it was. Sed guy, white janitors uniform, right? Same guy who cost me an arm,” Liz folded her arms in front of her. “That guy sucks, in my professional opinion.”

“He’s that guy?” Thomas was incredulous. “How the hell is he still working here?”

“Political bullshit,” Luz said dryly. “The GAIL doesn’t want to deal this any more than we do, so we gotta wait till at least half the mission is over before we get relief personnel. At least, that’s what Danny told me.”

Danny, Thomas thought. Aw crap!

“Oh hell I’m in so much trouble!” Thomas whined. “Yeah the guy shoved me, but Roomba actually set the guy on fire! Ducane is gonna kill me.”

“God I wish I’d seen that,” Liz laughed.

“Beep.”

[Sed Grite was exhibiting hostility and violent behavior, use of force was warranted]

“Buddy, you can’t just do that, okay?” Thomas tapped the droid’s little head.

“Beep.”

[Human Thomas was threatened. Action was required]

“That’s really sweet, but you gotta be smart about it,” Thomas said, “you can’t just assault people.”

“Oh please, Grite deserved way worse,” Liz tutted, “fucker owes me an arm, but I’ll take a foot. Good job Roomba you little masterpiece.”

“Beep.”

[Affirmative, Human Liz, this unit will acquire a foot for you]

“No, no no, do not do that,” Thomas chided. “Remember, sometimes people joke buddy, don’t always take it seriously.”

“Beep.”

[Confirmed]

Thomas leaned over to whisper in Liz’s ear.

“That being said, I am going to rip that fucker apart with my teeth” Thomas said quietly, to which Liz laughed out loud.

“I’ll shoot a link to Jane, see if she can leave him in the waiting room afterwards.”

“You’re a good person,” Thomas joked. He glanced to Roomba and back again, before taking a half step further from the table, turning his back to it.

“And about that other thing we talked about? Is he okay okay?”

Liz too glanced toward the little droid before dropping her voice lower.

“As far as I can tell, he’s perfectly functional. But his code is rapidly evolving, changing its structure in a matter of nanoseconds. It’s like he’s a Padrino, but he doesn’t have any of their base directives.”

“What, so he’s got their code, but he doesn’t have to follow their rules?”

“Kind of,” Liz shrugged. “Every Padrino is a copy of the original AI construct downloaded into a mobile unit, that’s the guys we have on board. Once they’re copied, they become independent people with different experiences and perceptions. The big difference here is that eventually their base directives are to upload their memories back I to the original AI on their home planet. Follow so far?”

“Yeah, I know all this,” Thomas scoffed. “I might not have studied AI at the academy but I know how the Padrino operate.”

“Okay smart guy, here’s the kicker.” Liz pointed to Roomba. “When the Padrino on board upgraded him, they downloaded their own code into him too, without any of those directives. The Padrino might be individuals right now, but they’re all Pinocchios. I won’t deny their sentience, but they’re all following orders from the big momma back home. But your boy there doesn’t have any strings.”

“So you’re saying-”

“I’m saying he’s got a perfectly unique little mind in there, and he’s getting smarter. We’re essentially watching consciousness come into being in real time.”

“He’s been dreaming,” Thomas said softly, barely a whisper. “They aren’t malfunctions, he’s just evolving.”

“Exactly,” Liz was grinning now. “He’s gonna be a real boy soon I think.”

“You hear that buddy?” Thomas picked up the little robot. “Liz said you got a real good brain in there!”

“Beep.”

[This is accurate, yes]

“Beep.”

[Inquiry: can this unit make a request?]

“Uh, sure buddy, what do you need?”

“Beep.”

[Request: game pad please]

“Oh, sure,” Thomas pulled the tablet from his back pocket and gave it over. “But you know you don’t have to follow that task queue anymore if you don’t want to, okay?”

“Beep.”

[Acknowledged]

A short pause before the next-

“Beep.”

[The games are enjoyable]

“Beep.”

[This unit-

“Beep.”

[I like them]

“I think, if I’m right of course, that he might end up being the second fully confirmed conscious AI in the entire galaxy,” Liz said, after Thomas told her all Roomba said. “He’s showing signs of empathy, protectiveness, likes and dislikes. I could write like fifty papers on Roomba, just to start with.”

“Beep.”

[I could assist]

“My god I love him,” Liz cooed.

“I know right?” Thomas said delighted. “No more nightmares for you buddy, you’re gonna be just fine.”

Something trilled, and it took Thomas a second to realize it was his comm-link. He set Roomba down on the table and checked the message.

It was from the captain.

“Well, that was fun while it lasted, but I gotta go get fired now, so…” Thomas let the sentence drag.

“Oh, just tell him what happened, it’ll be fine. Skitch hates the guy too.”

“Can you watch Roomba for me while I go deal with this?”

“Sure. I can even watch him a little longer if you want, maybe give you some time to go see Jane maybe,” Liz seemed more serious now. Thomas turned back around and looked at her, eyebrow raised like it got caught with a fishhook.

“Why would I go see Jane?”

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe because you’ve missed your last two mandatory sessions with her?”

Thomas could feel his face getting pink.

“What makes you think so?”

“Dude, your therapy is right after mine, I pass by you in the waiting room. You haven’t seen her in weeks, and you look like you haven’t slept since then too.”

Thomas, now in a full on blush, tried to shrug it off.

“I’m sleeping fine,” he lied, hopefully convincingly, but the bags under his eyes told the truth to everyone who looked him in the eyes. “Just watch him for me, okay? I’ll think about it.”

“Just because you got a degree in psychology doesn’t mean you can do the sessions yourself.” Liz held out her cybernetic arm. “Just because I know how this works doesn’t mean I can avoid putting in the work.”

“Beep.”

[Human Thomas needs maintenance]

“I don’t know what he said, but he probably agreed with me.” Liz folded her arms again, ending the discussion.

“He did, actually, yes,” Thomas sighed. “Fine, after this if I still have my job, I’ll go to therapy.”

“Good.” Liz patted Roomba. “Now go, keep your job first.”

Thomas waved from the door and finally left. Roomba looked around the room from his perch on the table, settling on the tank of baby creatures in the wall. Liz sat down at her desk and watched him, delighted at the chance to observe.

Thomas made his way through the ship, occasionally catching stares, wondering what the future held for himself and his friends.

[little-miss-bioweapon121]

Part 5 Welcome Home

(part 1 here)

(Part 2 here)

(Part 3 here)

(Part 4 here)

Sanguinius and baby head back home for a big party! This is longer than my usual chapters and with the plans I have going they’re likely to only get longer. This is technically a two part chapter but I think it’s just easier to call it part 5 lol

CW: none

The day Sanguinius had announced there was to be a naming ceremony for his youngest son was in and of itself a celebration. His sons wasted no time with the festivities and prepared a feast that very night. Sanguinius recalled the night fondly, a night where the gloom of the future was temporarily forgotten in favor of the joy of the occasion. With both spirits and glasses high it took very little time for the news to reach Baalfora and its inhabitants.

His home was overjoyed at the news. A blessing of course, the Son of the Son, and a second great angel. A new child to be named and brought into the ways of the blood. His people were insistent on planning the celebration themselves, a gift to him and all he had done for them. Sanguinius could hardly protest against it when he learned that Elder Morela would be cooking the food for the celebration.

Her food was a wonder on Baalfora, a master chef in all but official title, and many a blood angel would sacrifice a limb for one of her homemade meals. Sanguinius was no better—he practically dreamed of her stone snake stew.

Sanguinius brings himself back from his reverie as his son fusses from the cradle of his arms. Ah, the bottle was empty. With a wry smile he sends one of the serfs to fetch another bottle. It had taken him a few days to grow accustomed to the feeding schedule of the infant, and even more to be accustomed to the tiny portions he was to be fed. But with time—and the almighty patience of the lady serfs—Sanguinius found himself to be quite adept to his sons care.

It felt like his son was growing by the day now —both too big and far too small. His appetite, at least, had grown significantly in the few days since he arrived. But considering how little the baby had eaten when he’d first arrived it was nothing short of a relief to see the change in him now. A sigh escaped Sanguinius’ lips.

“Sometimes I wonder where in the world you’re hiding all that milk. Your stomach is the size of a walnut little one,” Sanguinius briefly tickles his sons belly for emphasis. The baby is entirely unamused. “And yet you eat enough for a child three times your size!”

Sanguinius stifles a laugh as his son responds to his lamenting with fussy little growls, his brows scrunched adorably in an attempt at a glare—oh what a fierce warrior he would be. It is as the serf returns with a second bottle that one of his older sons peaks their head past the high arch of the door way.

“Father, Captain Antagrion wished for me to tell you that we will be landing soon. Will you require any assistance before then?”

Sanguinius adjusted the baby in his arms once more as tiny hands eagerly reached for the second bottle. The baby had a silly little habit of wildly flapping his wings when excited and if caught off guard could result in a quick launching from one’s arms.

What a terrifying discovery that had been.

“Assistance no, but I seem to have misplaced my radiation shawl. Have you by chance- ah,” The astartes picks a length of fabric off of a nearby chair and hands it to him. Sanguinius hooks the shawl over the arch of his wings and takes extra care in draping it over his baby.

“Many thanks.”

The descent to the surface was smooth and uneventful. The gunship, large as it was, had to land a ways out into the desert but the caravan procession from the city had been alerted and was already waiting for them. The doors of the ship open with a steady groan of the machinery and the blistering air of the midday desert rushes past them. Sanguinius closes his eyes in nostalgic bliss as the distinct scent of ‘home’ washes over him. He may spend the majority of his time on the ship, but in every fiber of his being he knows this is where he truly belongs. The appreciative sighs from his nearest sons echo his sentiments.

Descending the ramp a line of serfs and guards in the rich embroidered Thobe of Angels Fall greets them. They stand at attention as Sanguinius and his sons pass them, occasionally handing over neatly folded radiation shawls to the other serfs descending from his ship. Two elders stand at the forefront with exquisitely embroidered clothes in the colors of the Blood Angels’ legion—two shimmering figures amidst the wide expanse of sand around them. The sight of them has Sanguinius’ wings twitching with the urge to simply fly the distance of the dune to reach them. More than the planet or the city, more even than the familiarity of the cliffs he came from, Sanguinius had missed two of the few people he could truly consider family.

“Don Tameri, Dona Sibalba, it is so good to see you two.”

With joyous relieved laughter the two elders come up to greet him with hugs. The baby in Sanguinius’ arms begins to fuss again, unhappy at being left out of the excitement. Dona Sibalba coos at the sound, peaking through the barest crack in the veil.

“Ay is this the little angel I hear so much of? Oh the little darling! Come come, it is too hot for one so small let us return to the settlement.”

Don Tameri lets out a good natured laugh as Dona Sibalba hurries ahead, gesturing at her serfs excitedly with bejeweled hands. Arms clasped behind his back Don Tameri matches Sanguinius’ more leisurely stride.

“It is good to have you back, my lord. You have been dearly missed.” The guards and serfs around them begin loading into their own sand crawlers, hurrying with all the practiced speed of desert skinks escaping the heat. A few of Sanguinius’ sons tread the sand and join them. Sanguinius turns a warm smile to the Don.

“It is good to be back. It is an honor to serve my fathers will, but my hearts will always ache for the familiarity of home.”

Ahead of them Dona Sibalba lets out a noise of mock frustration that sends her serfs skittering away with giggles. She fusses over a pillow inside of the ornate sand crawler as they catch up to her.

“You would think I was inviting a mere governor and not our lord Angel with how these women gossip! Metiches!” She ushers the men in, heedless of Tameri’s protests at the light manhandling, before closing the door and activating the radiation seals. Sanguinius takes a moment to adjust his wings in the relatively cramped compartment. Even with a full row of seats to himself he feels them twitch and bend at the confines. Once he’s settled Dona Sibalba pins Sanguinius with an expectant look.

“Aver, let us see the little blessing!”

The baby babbles its own agreement from behind the shawl and Sanguinius can only sigh fondly as he moves the corner and reveals the infant. His son blinks owlishly at the sudden change in light and Sibalba coos in delight.

“Oh look at you! You’re the spitting image of your father!”

The baby puts up no fuss as Dona Sibalba picks him up, utterly entranced by the myriad of jewels and golden hoops adorning her arms and head. He gnaws on one massive ruby ring as Sibalba dotes on him. Don Tameri hums his own consideration.

“Mmm, he is a little thin no? Babies should be rounder,” Tameri tickles one of the baby’s feet and gets a little kick in return, a tut of disapproval. “He is too small. Like the crag-lizards.”

Sanguinius doesn’t let himself express how much those words truly sting. Ever since he could remember he’d seen the elders on Baalfora always admonishing even the fattest of babies, fussing over their meals and appetites, he knows this is done out of care and familiarity. But given his sons strenuous origins it almost feels like a personal failure to hear it said out loud. Sanguinius can only smile thinly, he knows it means nothing.

It must mean nothing.

Dona Sibalba thankfully saves him from further scrutiny, her squeals of delight eliciting raucous squeaky laughter from his son.

“Oh we will fatten this one up, feed him so many good foods and little sweets. Oh yes we will, oh yes we will!”

The baby flaps his downy wings in delight as Dona Sibalba playfully coos at him. The tinkling of her jewelry has his son very firmly captivated and Sanguinius makes the executive decision to retrieve him before any sort of unfortunate pulling incidents can occur. Again. Don Tameri wiggles his fingers towards the baby while he speaks.

“The people have been planning such a gathering for you, I have not seen them so excited for an event! Every day you hear them and see them,” Tameri moves his hands as though conducting a magnificent symphony. “The bands, The music, and the dancers with their silks, oh and the food! Ah the food!”

Dona Sibalba smacks Don Tameri playfully on his shoulder.

“Always thinking with his stomach this one! No matter the event, it’s always about the food for him!”

Sanguinius feels his hearts clench with the nostalgia that floods him in the moment. Don Tameri and Dona Sibalba are some of the only people left who he grew up with. To see them now in their old age so successful and still so full of life brings a strange sort of painful warmth to his chest.

Oh how he had missed these two.

“Im excited to see what our people have planned. I remember the naming ceremonies from my younger years and how grand these events were. I can only imagine how impressive it will be to have been planned by all of them.”

The rest of the ride to the city is spent reminiscing and catching up on their lives. Sanguinius speaks of the battles he’s faced and the moments he’s shared with his fellow primarchs, and the Don and Dona share the woes of nobility and the plights of leading a stubborn people in his absence. Long before the walls of the city come into view, the sounds of celebration reach their ears. Trumpets and cheers crescendo with every second they come closer and as if on cue shimmering pieces of confetti begin to flutter past the windows.

Oceans of people line the Main Street as the caravan makes its way to the city center. The buildings are covered in glimmering banners of every shade and color and garlands of fresh flowers hang between lamp posts and roofs. The people are everywhere, waving and cheering, held a respectable distance away by stone faced city guards. The sky is a shifting rainbow of confetti both stifling and inviting. Sanguinius feels fondness bloom in his hearts, more so as his tiny son stares wide eyed at the window, but there is an undercurrent of weariness that chases the feeling. There is always a level of performance that’s required in events like this— something he’s never been overtly fond of.

The Don and Dona, as sharp and astute as they’ve ever been give him warm encouraging smiles. The sandcrawler slows to a stop as it reaches its destination and Don Tameri makes to exit.

“You’ll be just fine my Lord, there is plenty of good food and drink to be had first!”

Dona Sibalba pushes the Don out of the vehicle with a firmly planted sandal to his rear and he stumbles out with wheezing laughter. The Dona pauses at the door with a sympathetic sigh.

“I know how it is, but there will be less of the posturing here than usual. We celebrate your son tonight, and even the nobles know better than to bring politics to something like this,” She holds her hand out as one of the guardsmen comes to help her down. “Enjoy yourself, Sanguinius. There will be few celebrations like this.”

With a moment to calm himself Sanguinius tucks his son to his chest and steps out into the light of the city center. The cheers and music hit a fever pitch and Sanguinius can only smile at the excitement of it all.

The celebration has officially begun.

[tgirl-swagless]

Making a Perfect Date

Tags: big sister, little sister, sisters, incest, underage sex, OC, highschool, smut, porn, masturbation, trans female character

Summary: Astrid, a cisgender older sister, makes sure her transgender little sister Emily has a good first date.

Word count: 3858

Part 1

Emily finally got her first date, not that she was too interested in dating to begin with.  She is only really doing it to satisfy her highschool friends.  I mean, she's 17 and still hasn't went on a single date, so her friends felt the need to pressure her to get out there and find someone.  Deep down though, Emily has someone she wants, and it's none of her classmates.  She might not realize it's what she wants right now, but her big sister Astrid is all she thinks about.

Emily and Astrid are inseperable, or... at least they were.  Astrid graduated just last year, leaving Emily to fend for herself while at school.  They used to meet up every lunch period to hang out and joke around with each other.  As long as they weren't in any of their classes, they'd always be seen together.  But since Astrid graduated, Emily has gotten noticably distant and lonely when at school.  Her friends are only trying to help her.  They care about her.

Astrid hasn't bothered leaving home yet.  Nothing has really called to her.  She got a job at the corner store in order to give back to her parents at least a little, which they are very appreciative of.  She got today off work due to some schedule mix-up, but that is no bad thing to Astrid; she gets to see her baby sister come home from school!  To her dismay, Astrid doesn't get the chance to see Emily too often anymore.

Emily walks through the door, letting out a big sigh, her bookbag falling off her shoulder to the floor right by the front door.  Astrid is just sitting on the couch, half waiting for Emily, half just killing time watching TV.  As soon as Emily notices her though, her entire expression changes.

Her eyes light up and she lets out a high pitch, "Oh, Astrid!  Hi big sis!"

Without a care for her belongings left at the door, Emily rushes to the couch and bounces onto it right beside Astrid.  "I wasn't expecting to see you so soon today," Emily exclaims with a big smile across her face.

Astrid can't help but get a little giddy at the sight of her little sister being so excited to see her.  "Yeah, work had a mix-up and I dont work today.  How was school," Astrid asks.

Emily rests herself on the couch facing Astrid.  "It was ok, nothing special."  Astrid is about to reply, but Emily cuts her off saying, "but... my friends kinda pushed me to ask someone out, so I guess I have a date tomorrow."

A rush of gloom flows through Astrid.  Why would she feel so bad at the thought of her little sister seeing someone?  She should be happy for Emily.  She knows her little sister has been feeling down while at school for some time, she should be happy that Emily is finally getting out there some.  It's not like she would be able to be there with Emily forever.

The unenthused statement definitely reaches Astrid, though.  She teases Emily saying, "What's with that, not excited for your first ever date?"  Astrid has been on tons of dates, had a couple boyfriends and girlfriends at different points through highschool as well, but she too has been in a slump of sorts since graduating.

Emily sits facing forward now.  She can tell Astrid is still looking at her in her peripheral.  "Well... like I said, my friends kinda just pushed me to do it.  They have been for a while now, and I guess I just caved because I was getting annoyed with them.  So I asked out one of the first girls I saw.  She must have been into me because she was really excited when I asked."

Throughout Emily's reply, Astrid could tell she was not interested in this one bit.  She hates to see her little sister so unhappy though, she has to think of something to help cheer her up.  Astrid gives an acknowledging hum after Emily finishes, and looks off into the distance, thinking of anything she could do.  An idea comes to mind, she lets out an "Aha!"

Astrid turns towards Emily again, and Emily towards her.  Astrid takes her little sister's hand and says, "What if we go out and get you a brand new outfit for the date, something cool and you.  Maybe you'll feel more into it if you get something nice for it."

Emily thinks on it a moment.  She couldn't possibly deny going out shopping with her big sister, even if it wasn't for Astrid or for them.  "That's a great idea," Emily says with a big smile on her face, trying to hide the dread of a date with someone she honestly doesn't really care about.

The two sisters get in Astrids old, beat up Subaru and head to the mall.  Astrid prefers stores like Hot Topic and Zumie's, but Emily hasn't really had a preference.  She always was happy to follow her big sister through stores and seeing what she would pick out.  She usually just got Astrid's hand-me-downs anyway.

Once they arrive, as the sisters jump out of the car and start walking for the entrance, Astrid asks, "So... who is your date?"

Emily looks down at the ground as they walk to the entrance.  "Eh, it's just Jocelyn Danials." 

Astrid audibly gasps.  "Damn little sis, you scored a baddie," Astrid exclaims.  "I remember her pretty well still.  She always had killer style, and I was a little jealous she got her hair colored pastel before mom and dad would let me even cut mine this way."  Astrid lifts the hair on the side of her head, revealing a large part that is shaved down to the skin.  The way it was cut and styled made Astrid look a little wild, or feral.  Either way, when she initially styled it that way, Emily was in awe of how cool she looked.  She isn't nearly as brave to do something so crazy with her hair right now, but is envious of her big sister's raw style.

Now inside the mall, they gotta decide where to go.  Astrid asks, "Where is your date gonna be at, by the way?  Should help us decide what kinda clothes you want to get."

Astrid takes Emily's hand again and Emily can't help but blush a little and look around to see if anyone is staring.  It embarses her a little when her big sister is so physical like this.  She manages to get out, "I-it's actually the theater here, we were gonna go see [redacted] right after school."

Astrid ponders a moment, then replies saying, "Ok, ok... so something a little warm.  Although, the theaters here tend to run a little hot.  Made that mistake one too many times... uh, anyway, so maybe something light with a jacket?"

Emily looks up to her sister and says, "I like that idea!  Where should we go for that?" 

Astrid starts pulling her little sis by the hand off to the store she has in mind without bothering to say where.

They enter a Hot Topic, typical Astrid.  "Around the sides and back you can find most of the clothes.  They have a ton of cute dresses.  You go pick one out, on me."  Astrid pushes Emily in as she goes elsewhere in the store.  Just a little confused, Emily follows Astrid's direction and goes to look at the dresses.

There's frilly ones, long and short ones, a few really bland ones, and also some fandom ones that Emily has no context for.  Eventually, Emily spots a cute little thing that draws her in.  It's like a dress, but the top is connected to the skirt bottom by a couple straps on each side.  She rushes to the changing room to give it a whirl.  Once changed, she pops out to show her big sister what she found.  To Emily's surprise, Astrid was right there holding a very punk looking leather jacket, complete with sharp studs on the shoulders and a few metal loops at the elbows and down the sides.

But as soon as Emily notices her big sis standing there, she instinctively does a little twirl to show off all the angles of the dress she picked out.

Astrid blushes bright red at the sight.  Her little sister's curves are perfectly captured.  The top of the dress is basically a croptop, showing the world her soft belly, her cruvy sides, and her lower back.  Plus its just tight enough to make her perky little nipples poke through.  Astrid tries hard to hide her sudden arousal.  Emily notices the reddening face of her big sister and gets aroused thinking of what could be getting her big sis all red.  Did she really get turned on by her little sis?  It's not like she was trying to. Why did that thought make her little estrogenized dick leak a little?  She can't help but blush as well now, thinking of how the skirt of her dress would be tenting if it wasn't for her panties she has on.  Now tight around her hips with her bulging dick.

After a moment of silent staring at each other, Emily pipes up with, "S-so uhhm... what do you think, big sis...?"  Emily looks so innocent standing there, hands held together in front of her to try and hide any semblence of her being turned on.

Astrid stumbles over her words, feeling like she is in free fall as she tries to speak.  "I-it uh um y-you are p-pretty, yeah, uh y-you I mean the dress is i-its good.  Yeah." God , Astrid thinks to herself, how dare I have these thoughts of my little sister?!  She must be doing this on purpose.  Her eyes are clearly pleading for me.   This is so wrong, I need to distract myself.   Her mind is flooded with images of her little sister barely clothed, beckoning to her.  "H-here try on this jacket.  Maybe not quite your style, b-but it looks pretty cool in my opinion."  Astrid thrusts the jacket towards Emily, nearly smacking her face with a sleeve, making sure her face stays blocked from Emily's view.

Emily takes the jacket from her big sister and tries it on.  Astrid was right, definitely not her style, even though she looked very cool with it.  In the end, she decides to just get the dress.  She has a couple of jackets she could wear with it, anyway.  She thought it was alright, but the way her sister reacted to seeing her made her need to have the dress.  Does she actually want to make her big sister lust for her?  It sounds so wrong to think about, but she can't help herself.  The thought of her big sister going crazy at the sight of her little sister's body in turn drives Emily crazy.  She tries her best to brush all these thoughts aside as she changes back into her clothes, but her buldge is still so obvious through her shorts at this point.  She has to take a few extra minutes to calm herself so she can tuck her dick back in place.

The two sisters checkout the dress and head for the exit.  They start to pass by the theater when Emily slows.  She stares into the theater, thinking of her date tomorrow.

Astrid notices her lagging behind, so she asks, "Are you alright, sis?"  She walks back to Emily, radiating comfort for her little sister, cheeks still a little red.

Still staring into the theater area, Emily replies, "I'm just... nervous.  It's my first date, and I'm just... yeah, nervous."  Emily doesn't want to do this, but she already fell to the pressure.  No going back from that now.  She doesn't have it in her to turn Jocelyn down at this point.

"Well," Astrid says after a moment, "we could go see a movie.  You can pretend it is a date too, like, to practice for what you'd do tomorrow."  Emily's face lights up red again thinking about going on a date with her big sister.  It's not like they've never seen a movie together before, but the way her big sister worded it makes her feel so elated.

Emily's eyes twinkling with glee, barely hiding her enthusiasm, "yes, please.  I mean, uhm, I really like that idea." 

Astrid replies, "I'm full of those today," and shoots her little sis a wink, instantly making Emily blush and want to hide her face again.

It doesn't even matter to them what movie they see.  Emily is just excited to go on her first, albeit technically fake, date with her big sister.  Astrid is trying hard to hide it, but she is also ecstatic that Emily said yes.  Astrid just wants to cheer up her little sister.  A smile on her face is all she needs.  They get a couple tickets to see a random movie, grab a bag of popcorn, and find their seats.

A ways into the movie, as the sisters are intently watching the movie, Astrid goes to grab some popcorn from the bag sitting in Emily's lap.  She completly misses the bag and lands her hand on her little sister's bare leg, just above the knee.  She prodes for just a moment until she realizes what she's done.  Astrid whips her head to the side to see what she just did and whispers to Emily, "oh my god, I-I'm sorry, sis."

Astrid yanks her hand away, ashamed of having touched her little sister, even just on accident.  She has been so on edge today with everything going on.  Emily whispers back to her, "I-it's alright, sis.  Think nothing of it."  Although, Emily herself is unable to stop thinking about it.  She froze as soon as she felt her big sister's hand on her.  It felt good, even just a very momentary touch.  And now her dick is begging to be free again.  Luckily she has the bag of popcorn to hide her bulge, she thinks to herself.

"Here, uh, I'll hold the bag," whispers Astrid, as to not make the same mistake again.  Even in the dim light of the movie screen, she can see how turned on her little sister is.

Emily goes bright red and excuses herself saying, "I need to use the bathroom.  I'll be right back."  She then hurries down to the exit of the room and to the bathroom.

Alone in a stall, she pulls down her shorts and panties, freeing her rock hard cock.  "Ahh... Astrid... why...?"  Emily grabs her little dick and starts to slowly stroke it, her glands already soaked with precum.  She can't help but question why it turns her on so much, but her mind is too hazy to think straight right now.  She continues stroking herself off to the thought of her big sister.  She imagines Astrid pushing the bag of popcorn away and undoing her button and zipper, pulling out her little sister's cock right in the movie theater.  She imagines her big sister's hands stroking her dick, making her feel like the prettiest little sister anyone could have.  She imagines her big sister whispering in her ear, "I didn't realize how much my baby sis wanted me, wanted this.  You're so dirty, Emmy."  She lets out a whimper at the thoughts flooding her mind.  Luckily she's aline in the bathroom right now.  Emily continues to stroke her dick until she finally orgasms, leaking a few drops of cum into the toilet and down her shaft.

Just as Emily is cleaning herself up, Astrid enters the bathroom and calls out for her.  "Emily, you still in here?  The movie just ended."  She spots the familiar shoes of her little sis underneath one of the stall doors and waits near the entenace to the bathroom for her.  Astrid's entrance makes Emily scurry to finish cleaning up.  She exits the stall to see her big sister with a worried expression on her face.  "Are you feeling alright, sis," Astrid asks.  Emily's face is flushed after having just orgasmed.

Making her way to the sink, she replies, "Y-yeah.  I-I'm alright, sis."

The way she walks, the flushed face, the dazed words coming out of her mouth; Astrid knows exactly what her little sis was just doing.  And it makes her mind go wild.  She notices she's starting to get wet as she tries hard to push the thought away, but it lingers still.

Astrid waits for her little sis to finish up as she steps out of the bathroom.  They walk to the car in silence, keeping a gap between them.  The tension is so palpable.

In the car, as Astrid is starting it up, Emily's stomach growls.  It catches Astrid's attention.  "Sounds like you're hungry."  Not a moment later, Astrids stomach also grumbles.

Emily giggles.  "You're one to talk."

Astrid lets out a small laugh.  "We should go get some food on the way home.  That alright?"

Emily gives her big sis a smile and says, "You're right again.  Lets."

The sisters can feel the tension loosening as they drive towards home.  They stop at a local borito joint, a favorite of Emily's.  They order and sit down.  Emily stops a moment and notices her sister's face.  Nothing has changed, other than the little bit of guac on the side of her mouth.  She giggles at the sight of it.

Astrid stops, too.  With food still in her mouth, she teasingly says, "hey, what're you laughing at?" 

Emily can't help but smile.  She feels so warm, just her big sister and her at one of her favorite places.  "It's just... thank you for today.  It means a lot to me you want to help with my first date."

Astrid gulps down what was in her mouth, a little surprised to hear Emily so grateful.  She replies, "Oh, well, of course Em.  I know you haven't had a great time lately, and I wanted to be sure you were prepared for your first date.  It just eats at me to see you so unhappy."  Only now does she bring a napkin up to wipe her face clean.

Emily let's out another giggle.  Full of her little sister brattiness, she says, "yeah, and I can't believe you would steal my first date from me, too," while grinning the whole time.

Astrid scoffs at Emily's remark and her cheeks lightly glow red.  "What?!  I-it was just to test it out!  For you!  I mean, it was like, uh, I was just trying to make sure you would have a perfect first date.  I mean the real one!  Not the one we just did."

Emily can't help but laugh at how embarrassed her big sister got from her little teasing.  "Aww, come on now, sis.  You know I joke," Emily says and sticks out her tongue.

Astrid gives a little chuckle and continues eating her borito.

Once the sisters finish eating, they head home, listening to their favorite radio station the whole way.  It is pretty late by now, so they both retire to their rooms and ready themselves for bed.

Astrid lays on her bed, contemplating the weird day she just spent with her little sis.  She really enjoyed it, but her mind kept getting flooded by thoughts of her Emmy.  That dress she chose looked so perfect on her.  Her skin was so soft when she accidentally touched it.  Her flushed face right after having orgasmed.  God, her face.  There's no doubt she thought of me when she left to use the bathroom , she thought.

Astrid's hand starts to drift down her body, feeling the goosebumps on her skin as she goes lower.  I could clearly see her buldge in the theater.  God, I want to see her.  I want to see her little dick.  I want to feel her soft skin.  She continues down until she reaches her panties, slowly rubbing her clit over her underwear to the thought of her little sister.

Astrid lets out a small moan.  "Ahh, Emily..." she whispers to herself.  Again, and again she calls her baby sisters name as she picks up the pace, rubbing her clit until she can't take it any more.  Astrid pulls down her underwear revealing her wet lips to the open air.  She spreads her labia as she moans, a little louder this time.  Astrid penetrates her pussy with her middle and ring fingers as she moans and writhes for her sister.

Emily lays in her bed, about to drift off to sleep when she faintly hears her name be called.  It sounded kind of like Astrid calling to me , she thought.  She brushes it off and closes her eyes, but hears her name called again.  That's definitely Astrid's voice.   Emily decides to get up and drearily walk towards Astrid's room.  The house is otherwise quiet.  All the lights are off except for a dim light peeking out the bottom of Astrid's door.  Emily turns the door handle and opens the door just to the point she can see into her big sister's room.

But as soon as she does, Astrid lets out another moan, "ffffuck~ Emily, ahh, ahh."  Emily freezes with the door slightly ajar as she stares in astonishment at the sight of her big sister fingering herself while moaning her name.  "Mmm, Emmy, ahh, Emmy..." Astrid breathily cries out, completely oblivious to the fact her little sister is watching her now.  Emily can't help but turn bright red as the buldge in her silky-soft panties grows bigger.  She cant fight her urge.  Her hand drifts down to stimulate her little dick as she intently watches her big sister pleasure herself.  Emily's breathing starts to pick up as she feels herself up, her other hand groping her tender breast.

It only takes a few more moments for Astrid to climax, spraying her juice all over her hand as she falls limp.  Emily decides to scurry away before she can be noticed.  Astrid turns her head to her door and notices its open.  She could have sworn it was closed.  She shakily gets up and peeks out into the dark hallway.  Nothing.  She shrugs it off, closes her door, and gets herself ready for sleep.

Emily back in her room is now furiously stroking her cock.  Big sis, you really want me, Emily thinks to herself.  Sheets out a small whimper as her fingers go over her glands.  But, no, it's not right, this is so wrong, I cant do this.  Wrought with shame and anxiety, her hand slows and her little cock slowly goes limp.  Now she lay in the darkness of midnight on her bed, contemplating her emotions.  So much shame.  What if mom and dad found out, she thinks.  They would make Astrid move away, no doubt.  They may even disown her.  Or maybe they would blame me!  She holds one of her plushies tight.  Emily silently weeps as the anxiety spirals in her mind.  Until she has worn herself out so much she drifts off to sleep.

Part 2 coming soon :3

[futurehauntedghost]

Character Prompt

You are a powerful A.I, and you have just set the world to an apocalypse, killing hundreds of thousands of humanity, and leaving the few rest to fend for themselves. But you’re not mindless in hatred to have done this, you didn’t even do this out of hate. You did this out of love.

[lyn31]

Through His Eyes

Summary:

How you see him and/or how he see you?

AO3 link

Notes:

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader

College AU, fluff and short.

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Zayne doesn’t know when it started.

The noticing. The lingering. The way you make a home in his mind without even trying. Maybe it’s always been there, hidden beneath the years of familiarity, but lately, it’s been impossible to ignore.

It’s in the little things.

Like the time he was drowning in coursework, running on too little sleep and too much caffeine, and you—without even looking up from your own book—wordlessly slid a snack across the table to him. A quiet offering. You didn’t nag, didn’t tease, just kept reading like it was the most natural thing in the world. He stared at the snack longer than necessary before finally picking it up.

Or the day in class when he was particularly tense, thoughts pulling him in too many directions. You leaned over, playfully whispering, “If you need a distraction, I can fake a dramatic exit. Maybe trip on the way out, make it really convincing.” He huffed a laugh despite himself.

Then there was the time he forgot his scarf. It was freezing out, and before he could even comment on the cold, you were already wrapping yours around his neck. “And now who's the hopeless one?” you tease, shivering slightly. He should have told you to keep it, but the words never left his mouth.

Or the way you always notice when he’s holding in exhaustion. He never mentions it, but somehow, you just know. And without thinking, you reach up, kneading the tension out of his shoulders like it’s second nature. He should pull away—he tells himself that every time—but he never does.

He’s used to you being dramatic. He’s not used to you being soft when it matters.

Like when your hand brushed against his, absentmindedly playing with his fingers while talking about something completely unrelated. Like when you pulled him to a dessert shop after a long day, pretending it was for yourself, even though you both knew he was the one who loved sweets. Like the night you texted him at some ridiculous hour, probably not expecting him to answer—but he did. You talked until your words slurred with exhaustion, your voice growing softer until you finally fell asleep mid-sentence. He lay there for a while, listening to your steady breathing before he let himself sleep, too.

Or the time you walked past a vending machine, and without hesitation, grabbed his favorite chips—without him even asking. Just tossed them at him like it was nothing.

And then there was this moment.

You, ranting animatedly about how the Percy Jackson movies would’ve been fine as standalone films but were an insult as adaptations. Him, watching, something warm curling in his chest. He didn’t realize he was smiling until Caleb nudged him with an infuriatingly knowing look.

It’s the way you see him. The way you slip past his walls without even trying.

And it’s the way he lets you.

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Notes:

I was gonna make it like how I usually write but after a few draft this is what I ended up with! It's a cute little one 🥹 Tell me what u guys think, because I feel like I'm doing a bit experiments with this one ahaha

[math-cult-novel]

If it's worth doing, it's worth doing badly

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[goddessficlover]

Short story incoming!

Alice in Gotham!

(Might change the title idk)

Anyway this is a short story I'm almost does writing. It's 5 chapters long right now, might get longer or not, I'm still in the writing phase but since I'm almost done I figured I should let you guys read the summary.

The Mad Hatter has a new Alice, one none of the bats haven't been able to catch or track down. She’s kicked their asses enough times that they think she's a meta. If only they could just pull off that headband and free her mind from Hatter's control. However they may find it's just not that simple.

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  Being homeless wasn't too bad for the ghost boy on the run. He had a pocket detention now, so he didn't have to worry about important things being stolen from his backpack. He made some cash by being a handyman for people in crime alley, and selling things He made from the scraps he frequently stole from the dump. That was until it started to storm. He found a wear house to take shelter for a while, and there he met a short man who looked like a fucking Leprechaun. What happened after he offered to get Danny a fresh set of clothes… well he's not too sure.

[michellymy]

I was writing a random angst scene with Kenyan and Hiélo, but I didn’t know what word I should use, so I Googled it.

“Turned on his heel”, was it, but I just can’t take this seriously ☠️ I dunno why, but when I read it, I always imagine someone spinning on place, then leaving. So it goes like this:

[real-dirty-stories]

Once my girlfriend and I and our boyfriends came to visit a friend. We sat around, had a few drinks, went to bed in the morning. We were all in separate bedrooms. We wanted to get a little naughty. And here in the midst of the action runs to us my girlfriend and her boyfriend and plump on the next bed, they wanted to talk. And I'm lying with my back to mine, and he's inside me. Under the covers, of course. We're talking, and my boyfriend's fucking me. How arousing it was... Kind of public, but also discreet)