#embers promptober 2024

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Promptober Day 12 - Cradle

shading!! is fucking !! terrifying !! anyway sun/sky! icarus and centross in their first hug all the way back in chapter 2, back when this fic was supposed to be mostly fluff

somewhat rushed this towards the end bc my ipad was about to die and I didn't have time to wait for it to charge (you can tell by the way my signature is just scribbled there . im rlly sorry that its so in the way i normally lower the opacity a bunch but yeah)

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K!nktober day 2

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day two: deep throating; wet dream; cum eating (couldn't decide between these either lol). You can find all the stories on my Wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

Insomnia. Simon’s worst enemy yet most trusted companion of many years. The skull mask he always wore, apart from the various other functions it was useful for, it also helped to cover the deep dark circles and puffy eyebags. Mind plagued by horrible reminisces, regrets, thoughts of what he could’ve done better to change the outcome of his tragedy-ridden life: horrors buried deep within threatened to make their appearance whenever he closed his eyes. All he could hope for were short, one, two-hours long naps scattered throughout the day, overworking himself with either paperwork or in the gym until he collapsed on the bed and managed to give way to his exhaustion, which granted him a dreamless sleep.

Sometimes, you would share a cigarette with your Lieutenant during the silent hours of the night, sharing a similar disease, painful memories coming back to the surface, ridding you of the very much needed rest that helped your body get through the hard job that was being a part of an elite Task Force. Either of you rarely talked, preferring the comfortable silence that enveloped you like a glass dome, scared it would shatter if the wrong word came out, destroying the established peace.

This night was different, though. Pushing the heavy metal door open, you let your breath create a small cloud of condensation and float up in the empty night. Stuffing your cold hands in the pockets of your puffer jacket, you made your way down the stairs, where Simon already sat, turned around on one side so he could lean back against the wall. He still had to bend his legs a bit, limbs so long they would hang off the edge of the step. You occupied the step above his, on the opposite side, so you could lay back against the metal railing. He was already smoking, the ember tip of his cigarette glowing a bright cherry red in the darkness, only a tired bulb on the wall providing a dim yellow halo around you.

He nodded his head in greeting when you were fully settled, and you replied with the same gesture, fetching the pack of cigarette and lighter from your pocket. As the white stick limply hung between your lips, you struggled with your lighter, thumb vigorously working the metal roller but nothing other than sad sparks came out. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, groaning as you tapped the bottom of the lighter on the step, to no avail. “Here, let me.” His gravelly voice broke into the night as he slightly came forward, extending his arm. You did the same, expecting him to give it to you so you could do it yourself, but he gently pushed away your hand with his, then proceeded to light your cigarette, a lively flame dancing in front of your eyes for all of two seconds.

You murmured a soft “thank you”, then silence fell between the two of you again. Simon was already on his second cigarette when you stubbed yours onto the metal railing. “Hey, Lt., I just remembered I had something for you.” You suddenly spoke up, making his eyes snap to you, watching with silent curiosity as you rummaged through the pockets of your jacket once again. You successfully retrieved a small bottle, and he saw something that looked like purple gummies dance inside the plastic cylinder as you gently rattled it. “It’s melatonin gummies,” you eventually explained. “I know many people say it’s bullshit, and I actually shared the same belief, until I tried them. They’re not as potent as sleeping pills, of course, but after an exhausting day, I pop two of these bad boys twenty minutes before I lie down, and I’m out cold.”

You threw the bottle towards him, and Simon effortlessly caught it with one hand. “You’re out cold, huh?” He asked, the fabric of his balaclava wrinkling on his forehead, signalling his brows were most likely furrowed with scepticism. He never removed his mask, not even during moments of tranquillity like these, only rolling it up so it would rest on the bridge of his nose and allow him to smoke. “Never trusted holistic bullshit,” he commented gruffly. “But for the sake of it, I’ll try them. Worst that can happen anyway is that I won’t sleep. Thank you, Sergeant.” Your lips curled up in a victorious smile when you saw him but the bottle in his pocket.

You eventually wished each other goodbye and parted ways. On the way back to his quarters, Simon’s hand kept toying with the small container inside his pocket, trying to divert his thoughts towards a direction that wasn’t the image of your pink lips holding the cigarette and the way his lighter created two small dancing flames in your eyes when he’d lit it up for you.

He had started to develop weird fantasies during your latest encounters, fictitious pictures of your lips wrapped around his cock, sweet tears spilling from your eyes as he drove himself deeper down your throat being conjured by his traitorous mind. Not that he would ever act on any of it, but sometimes he found himself entertaining those thoughts, in the solitude of his shower, hot water running down his body, soothing his sore muscles as he violently fisted his cock. If the options were either sleep a possible nightmare-filled sleep, or staying awake and pathetically jerking off to you, he would very gladly choose the first option.

He stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, looking at his shirtless figure, the tattoos and scars marring his skin, his slightly crooked nose, the dark circles under his brown eyes, blonde hair still damp and messy from the shower. Then, he looked down at the bottle of melatonin gummies in his hand and thought “fuck it”, taking two and putting them in his mouth, a vague taste of something chemical and raspberry-flavoured invading his mouth.

He didn’t know how long he had been lying in bed, restlessly tossing over every few minutes, but it had definitely been more than twenty minutes. “Fucking gummies,” he thought to himself with mild irritation. “Not even a fucking placebo works on me.” Suddenly, his grumpy thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

He reluctantly got out of bed with a grunt, treading down the cold floor barefooted as he walked to the door. His mood immediately changed the moment his eyes fell down on you, wearing nothing but a flimsy tank top and matching short shorts. “Sergeant,” he greeted gruffly, trying not to look at your necklace and the way it disappeared underneath your top and between your breasts, teasing him with thoughts of following its tantalising path with his tongue down your body. “Can I help you?”

You simply looked him up and down, hooded eyes shamelessly raking over his shirtless body, pearly whites biting down on the plump flesh of your bottom lip, making him wish he was holding it between his own teeth. “Gummies didn’t work tonight.” You said, a hint of innocence in your voice that made Simon shift his weight on his other foot, hoping you wouldn’t notice the inconvenience growing in his grey sweatpants. “Yeah, tell me about it.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You shouldn’t believe everything you see, Sergeant. Being gullible in our field may cost you your life, or the one of your teammates.”

You pressed your lips together, letting out a soft hum as you looked down to the ground, seemingly mulling over a thought in your head, unsure whether to voice it out or not. “Spit it out.” Simon prompted - or rather, ordered - making you gaze up at him again. “Well, I was thinking that there’s an…alternative method, if neither of us can sleep.” The huskiness of your voice and the implication behind your words was enough to make him suppress a groan. “Inside.” He commanded, beckoning you into his room with a firm wave of his hand, maintaining an unreadable expression on his face.

The moment he closed the door behind him, he pointed to the ground. “On your knees.” He instructed. You opened your mouth to express your confusion, but he cut you off. “I’m done with your teasing and fucking innocent act, Sergeant. Now you better get on your fucking knees and fix the problem you created.” And sure enough, as your eyes trailed down his body, you saw the source of his frustration. You didn’t have to be told twice, lowering yourself onto the floor as you simultaneously pulled your hair up in a ponytail with a few quick, skillfully rehearsed motions.

As you knelt before him, you never broke eye contact as you hooked your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants, the bare skin of his lower abdomen indicating he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Faster, Sergeant.” Simon urged impatiently, his breathing already growing heavier with anticipation. Your eyes widened once his hard cock finally sprung free, lips parting as you took in his size. “Shit…” you cursed under your breath, coaxing a soft chuckle and a cocky smirk on the Lieutenant’s lips. Slowly, you parted your lips further, enough to wrap them around the rosy tip of his cock. A growl left his lips, a shiver running down his spine, almost making his sore legs give up on him.

Eyes still locked onto his, you slowly moved your head forward, until the tip went past your uvula and hit the back of your throat; there were still two inches left. Fuck. “Fuck, y/n, look at you,” Simon murumured, a pleased grin stamped onto his face. “You’re taking me so well, love. Breathe through your nose, baby, I know we can make it fit all in that pretty mouth of yours.” You felt your eyes water, your throat burning with the need to cough, but you chased away the gag making your chest shudder, focusing on your breathing. You relaxed your muscles, inhaling deeply, and you felt Simon drive himself deeper, releasing a guttural moan, his head tipping back. “So good and obedient, y/n, look at how you take your Lieutenant’s cock so well.”

With red and bleary eyes, you moaned around his length, the vibration making Simon moan again. Slowly, he began thrusting his hips, a hand curled around your ponytail for leverage. The most horrendous sounds spilled from your lips as he fucked your face at an increasingly faster pace, but they only seemed to spur him further, his movements eventually getting sloppy as he released a load of hot cum down your throat, shoving himself down so deep you felt his balls hit your chin as he trembled with the force of his orgasm.

Taking a deep breath, he unsheathed himself out of your mouth, eyes locked onto your flushed face, and the complacent smirk you were sporting, sticking out your tongue to show him that you had swallowed all of his cum, like the good girl that you were. “You know, I think you were right, Sergeant. I am feeling rather worn out now.” Simon commented with a soft chuckle. You rose back up to your feet. “Always happy to be of service, sir.”

The drilling, obnoxious sound of his alarm made Simon jolt awake, drenched with sweat, hair sticking to his throat. With a frustrated groan, he violently turned off his alarm, sitting up in his bed, head buried in his hands as he tried to understand what the fuck had just happened. He had slept through the whole night, having possibly the most vivid dream ever. Not that he minded, of course, but it left him with an insatiable need to really fuck your face, and a rather incovenient load of cum in his briefs.

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not copy, steal or upload to this or other platforms without credit•

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Promptober 2024 Day 31- Hugs (Canon Divergence)

Happy Halloween Everyone!

*Remember, we have one bonus prompt for tomorrow, so there's still one more day of Prompt...ember?

Prompt: Sebastian hugs Stefano in the theater instead of fighting him

Warnings: none

Sebastian enters the theater with only two things on his mind- finding Lily and making the man who kidnapped her suffer as much as possible.  Of course, it looks like he might have to do them in reverse order since the only person he can see is Stefano standing on the stage.

He starts to reach for his gun, but something stops him.  There’s something…different about Stefano, about his stance, the way he holds himself.  He’s standing in the center of the stage, which, Sebastian imagines, is exactly where he would most like to be, but his shoulders are sagging, and his eye is cast down at the floor.  Gone is the bravado, the arrogance and obnoxious superiority he displayed in all of their prior interactions.

Sebastian doesn’t speak, but as he begins to walk down the aisle toward the stage, he reflects on what he knows about Stefano, the background information Kidman dug up for him, the echoes he’s seen of Stefano’s actions in STEM, and the glimpses of his true self that Stefano has allowed to break through his facade of artistic detachment.

He has to imagine that Stefano has always been an outsider, first as a photographer surrounded by soldiers and then as an artist rejected by his peers and critics when his work didn’t match their definition of art.  Sebastian has often thought that being a cop was a thankless job, but throwing your whole life into creative works, having your future and your success and your sense of self-worth wrapped up in the subjective opinions of other people, is starting to sound even worse.

He doesn’t know what Mobius promised Stefano, or whether they tricked him into becoming part of Union, but he suspects it wouldn’t have taken a lot.  The possibility of acceptance or success or critical acclaim would have been enough to convince him.  Sebastian is sure of it.

He can understand the appeal of STEM for someone like Stefano.  He’s not like Ruvik; he doesn’t want to carve people up or pick apart their psyches for some kind of science experiment.  He couldn’t find a place for himself in the real world, so he took an opportunity to start over in Union, and now he’s designing his own world around his own aspirations.

It doesn’t make Stefano’s version of STEM any less terrifying, but it does make it a little sad.  And Stefano doesn’t even fully appreciate what he’s gotten himself into, doesn’t know how horrible STEM can be when he’s not the one in control.  He’s going to be in for a rude awakening when the balance of power shifts.

It’s an uncomfortable truth, but Stefano is just as much a victim of Mobius as Sebastian and Lily are.  They’ve all been uprooted from their homes, thrust into this experiment without a thought to their own autonomy or desires, and now he’s not sure whether any of them even have a home to go back to.  Stefano may have been the one who kidnapped Lily in STEM, but Mobius is holding all of them hostage from their real lives.

He’s climbing the stairs now, and Stefano slowly turns to face him.  No words pass between them, but Sebastian can tell by his body language and his facial expression that he’s not on the attack.  He doesn’t know what’s happened since he last saw Stefano, but the hurt and the vulnerability he sees in him is new, and Sebastian isn’t going to be the one to kick him when he’s down.

In fact, it’s a very different intention that pulls him forward now.  He closes the distance with a few more steps, walking right up to Stefano and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him into a hug.  He’s not sure what possesses him to do it, but his instincts have never steered him wrong.

Stefano is completely rigid in Sebastian’s arms at first, his own arms held stiffly at his sides and his body taut as though he doesn’t even dare to breathe.  Sebastian just waits, holding Stefano the same way he held Myra that night after the fire when they were both too strung-out on caffeine and adrenaline and grief and too exhausted to talk or even cry anymore.

Those feelings come crashing back down on him now, the memory stirred by simply holding another person in his arms, and then he’s pulling Stefano closer, holding on to him for his own salvation as well as Stefano’s.  The world around them is shifting, fluid, and Stefano is the only point he can use to anchor himself.

Stefano draws in a deep, shuddering breath and slowly raises his arms to wrap them around Sebastian, hugging him back almost as though he’s not in control of his own body.  He’s fully pressed against Sebastian now, face buried in his shoulder, and Sebastian can’t remember the last time he held someone like this.  He’s willing to bet it’s been a long time for Stefano as well.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there with their arms wrapped around each other, but he swears he can feel STEM changing around them, jagged chasms repaired and rough edges smoothed over.  Something is different now, or maybe everything is different, but for the moment the only thing he knows is himself and Stefano standing in this embrace.

When the world feels settled, balanced in a way it hasn’t been since Sebastian got here, he steps back, releasing Stefano to look into his face.  Stefano’s expression is a mixture of confusion and awe.

“Did you not come here to kill me?”

“It doesn’t matter what I came here for,” Sebastian says.  “I need to find Lily.”

Stefano’s expression changes to one of sorrow, and he nods slowly.  “I do not have her anymore,” he says, “but I know who does.”

Sebastian knows that in some other world this news would make him angry, but right now he only feels calm and determined.

“Take me to him.”

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Day 2 (Part 2) - Wings

this was a lot more effort than I anticipated but the wings when they glitch!! and heres the still frames of the wings before and after crystallisation :D

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Promptober Day 26 - Eyes

icarus gets them funky looking eyes because this was the sketch i had finished from. some time ago. and all i had to do was animate it so now you get that

(i'm pretty sure i yoinked this design idea from sage, either straight from them or one of its fics so . thanks pookie <3)

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Promptober Day 14 - Taste

i attempt to write some fluff in these trying times (i wrote this like a week ago but its not cheating shshshsshhhh) anyways lovebirds yippee !!

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Promptober Day 21 - Ravenous

Oh Icarus and Fable. oh you two . oh how i </3

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Day 2 - Wings Originally wasn't going to write a fic for this one but I had a fun idea involving Ash, Icarus and Ajax's relationships with their wings so i wrote a fic anyway

theres also gonna be art today my procreate is lagging so i had to take a break from drawing to write

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Promptober day 15 - Strength

Chat did you know i'm so normal about icarus and fable's relationship. chat did you know im so healthy about these two and their healthy relationship. completely unrelated note did you know i love the sherb and athena training stream from season 1? im sure these two things are unrelated !!

chat there are so many little bits in this one i care so much

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two in one deal

today's promptober is sun/sky related (how fun!) today's prompt was just so perfect :]

if you're not keeping up with my promptober but you do like sun/sky i really recommend going and reading this one prompt (i would never put extra lore bits in a random promptober collection whhaaaaatt??)

Promptober Day 11 - Falling

and of course if you're just here for my promptober, this chapter is readable on its own (probably) but i do really recommend going and reading The Sun and the Night Sky if you haven't already !! :D

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Day 4 - Woodland

absolutely terrified to post an original work (even though it is ash inspired in concept, they theoretically lit the fire) but we're doing it scared

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Day 6 - Climb

Ajax today !! Ajax with his silly familiar and powers of (almost) flight

chucking this fic at you before running off to fuel my new mtg addiction

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Day 3 - Stealth

young rae moment ?? also this one is short because eepy (and also unedited lol)

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chat its promptober and i forgot so i spedran this one when i saw a cool prompt list !! Day 1 - Soothe (it's lovebirds)

i know i already posted a fic today but you get a second one !! also some of the prompts are going to be drawn and a few of them im probably just going to skip . im not sure how much time i'll have and i cant promise i won't get burned out halfway through the month but we can hope !!

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Day 7 - Betray

Prison duo - A slightly modified novelisation of "Through Enderian's Eyes"

this is what happened canonically in my heart and soul

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Promptober Day 13 - Pulse

we're starting to get to the prompts that i struggle to think of unique ideas for !! i managed for this one tho its midas with they decay!