#Autumn/Winter prompts

[jmrothwell]

Wintry prompts! "I lost my jacket" Reggie ship of your choice!

(TW/CW: Implications/References of Abuse)

Alex nervously tapped his drums, normally drumming would help ease his anxiety. However, it’s harder to lose himself in his drumming when they were very obviously down one member. Truthfully he was still the only one who was even attempting to pretend like practice was happening. 

Julie sat at the keyboard but she was fully facing the studio door. Luke leaned on the other side of her keyboard and was also staring at the door. Although he would intermittently shift his concerned gaze to check on the others around the room.

Flynn paced at the back of the studio, frustration clearly growing as her repeated attempts to text and call remained unanswered. Willie was no longer there, he’d been the one to volunteer to go look. 

They’d also insisted everyone else wait, just in case. “We wouldn’t want Reg to show up to an empty studio.”

Alex honestly has no idea how long either of them have been gone at this point and it was eating a hole in the pit of his stomach. Although it was significantly worse as far as Reggie was concerned. 

The last time any of them had heard from him was as school ended. When he’d insisted, via text, he had to go home really quickly before practice. He further insisted he would be fine and they should all get started without him.

The idea unsettled everyone. The boy had been going home less and less over the past few months. While more and more of his belongings had been found squirreled away in the studio. 

He refused to openly admit what he was doing or tell anyone why. Though they all had their own suspicions. 

“Fuck this.” Luke finally growled as he put his guitar back on its stand. He had his tawny fleece halfway on when the studio doors slowly creaked open. 

All heads swiveled, and the tension in the room lessened as Willie walked in. They had Reggie-who was hugging himself tight inside his flannel-cradled under one arm. The dark haired boy's head was ducked down and nuzzled into Willie’s side so no one could clearly see his face. 

Alex exchanged a look with Willie, he had never seen the skater's eyes so icy before. That was all he needed to see to know he was never letting Reggie anywhere near that house again. Hell he shouldn’t have let him go back there today. 

Willie and Reggie settled onto the couch and everyone hesitated, not wanting to overwhelm him. Julie moved first, gingerly sitting on Reggie’s other side, a gentle hand placed on his back. He shifted, pulling Julie in closer to wrap himself tight around her. That’s when everyone else moved closer, settling where they could around him. 

“Reg?” Luke tentatively asked as he and Willie switched places. Alex bit back his hiss as he swears he saw purple in the brief moment Reggie’s face wasn’t buried in either Willie’s hoodie or Luke’s flannel. 

“I lost my jacket,” is all anyone can get Reggie to say, and even that came out through broken silent sobs. 

Eventually, they all convince him to let Julie talk to Ray. Although, it’s more formality, to help Reggie feel like he was part of the decision. Alex is certain the rest of them had already decided the same thing he had. 

As they shift to go to the house proper, Willie breaks off from the group.

“Where are you going?” Alex asks as he lingers behind with Luke. Julie and Flynn have already guided Reggie inside with promises of pizza and a movie night. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” He shoots back with a wry smirk, board below his feet, phone in his hand. “I’m getting Caleb, then we’ve got a jacket to find. You two should go help our girls make sure our boy is ok.”

Alex’s jaw falls open at that, but wishes Willie luck as he drags Luke inside to do just that. The four of them spend the rest of the evening comforting Reggie and getting him settled in the Molina guest bedroom. Ray even lets Luke and Alex stay over, with the same caveat he has for every sleepover, doors remain cracked open. 

The next morning, Willie proudly returns with Reggie's jacket.

#Autumn/Winter prompts #this got dark #I'm sorry #julie and the phantoms #prompt fill

[thepromptswhisperer]

Meet Cutes/Uglies: Fall/Winter

A stands in a queue when they notice a leaf stuck in the hair/on the clothes of the person in front of them. They offer to remove it for them.

Strangers A and B sit next to each other at the cinema. They bond over every jump scare and their self-loathing for letting their respective friends talk them into watching a horror movie.

A (accidentally) stumbles into the snowman B is building.

A slips on the ice-covered pavement/the pavement that is littered with wet fallen leaves and crashes into B.

A and B walk through a corn maze, trying to find their way out. Each time they pass the other, they look more panicked and lost. Maybe they could team up to find the exit?

A is in the middle of a snowball fight with friends/etc. when their snowball accidentally hits stranger B.

Strangers A and B are at the ice skating rink, holding onto the railing. Neither of them knows how to skate (– but each of them thinks the other’s attempts are endearing and inspiring (and just a little amusing)).

When the rain intensifies, A seeks shelter and ends up standing next to B (in a house entrance/etc.).

Strangers A and B both accompany their respective child/sibling/etc. and their friend group as they go trick-or-treating.

Strangers A and B are both obsessed with the special seasonal drink their (favorite) café offers. (When the café owner runs out of the ingredients needed/etc., they fight over who of them gets the last drink of the season.)

The company picks strangers A and B to decorate the office space for the Christmas season together. (A would have preferred doing it alone and has very specific ideas that do not align with those B has.)

#writing prompts #writing ideas #meet cute #meet ugly #first meeting #autumn prompts #fall prompts #winter prompts #writing inspiration #prompt list

[dolores-hazy]

Chapped lips

Frigid kiss

Lips dried out

From bliss to chills

Heated thrills cooled

Creating creases cracking

There's a balm around here

I just know there is if only

It were where it's always been

Restore warmth to this skin

Mouth tingling for a silky glide

Salve me again

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[reverseprompts]

Reverse Prompt Challenge #21 - Autumn Collage

photos and Collage by @dragonpressgraphics

Starting Date -November 6th, 2023

Ending Date - February 6th, 2024  

Remember to tag us @reverseprompts if you post to tumblr to make sure we see your entry so we can reblog it and also make a Master List of all stories created for this picture.

Please also enter your creation in the AO3 collection (if you post via AO3) : Reverse_Prompt_Challenge

The Basic Rules are in this post and other important links and updates in this one -  if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

OPEN FANDOM!

OPEN SHIP (Or no ship at all!)

And Combining with other events are allowed as long as those events also allow it.

Updates:

You can create more than one entry for the same prompt if so inspired

You can also make art for the prompt - just make sure to say something along the lines of “Inspired by” (so folks don’t get confused when we reblog it!)

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[dru-plays-starbound]

Starbound Prompts, 2024!

Howdy, Starbounders!

Ask and ye shall receive! Both Seasonal and Monthly prompts are back again this year.

Once again, to give y'all a head-start, I've collected the year's worth of prompts into one handy-dandy preview post so you can prepare for the challenges ahead

The tag for all prompts is: #sbprompts24.

Remember: all creations are welcome - art, graphics, writing, in-game builds, or whatever you creative people can come up with!

See below the cut for all the challenges in 2024 (it's long 😆).

I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone creates in the new year! Happy Starbounding! 🌠

Complete 2024 Prompt Checklist

A full and complete set of all the prompts for you to download for reference or use as a checklist. See if you can complete them all!

Monthly Prompt List

Each month in 2024, I'll be publishing a prompt to get your creative minds working. Here is the full list for the year:

✩ Jan - Critter ✩ Feb - Shipyard ✩ Mar - Aquisition ✩ Apr - Music ✩ May - Memory ✩ Jun - Tech ✩ Jul - Fragile ✩ Aug - Crafting ✩ Sep - Spaceship ✩ Oct - Food & Drink ✩ Nov - Storage ✩ Dec - Biome

Seasonal Prompt Lists

Unlike 2023, the seasonal lists are an all-round free-for-all. Post Autumn prompts in Spring! The world is your oyster.

Here's the full list of seasonal prompts:

Spring

Friends & Tenants

Pteropod

Stars

Eggshoot

Summer

Hunting

Trictus

Reefpod

Sunkipper

Autumn

Reading

Pipkin

Pearlpeas

Rusty

Winter

Lunar

Narfin

Yeti

Coralcreep Curry

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[leelany-world]

DBH Rarepairsweek: Seasons (Alice & Kara x Luther)

@dbhrarepairs DBH rarepairsweek 6, Day 5, prompt: Spring/Summer/Autumn/Winter

Words: 179 Relationships: Alice & Kara x Luther Additional Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Found family, Fluff, Family Fluff, poem Summary: Alice loves the seasons. Alice loves Kara and Luther. Alice loves poems. So she decides to combine those things

Seasons

Dear Kara and Luther,

It was winter, when Luther opened his eyes, It was spring, when Kara woke up to arise, It was summer, when I made my first cries, It was autumn, when we all met.

It was winter, when we moved in with auntie Rose, It was spring, when Ralph and the Jerries became my big bro’s, It was summer, when Rupert and I became friends with the crows, It was autumn, when the new house was set.

It was winter, when Luther got down on one knee and gave Kara a ring,  It was spring, when I found a frog and named him King, It was summer, when Kara and Luther said ‘I do’ while happily crying, It was autumn, when we got a pet.

It was winter, when we all sat together as a family around a tree, It was spring, when Kara and Luther decided we should be more than three, It was summer, when they brought home a sister for me, It was autumn, when my life was perfect.

I love you, Alice

#this was fun 🤣🤣🤣 #dbhrarepairsweek #dbhrarepairs #dbh #dbh alice #dbh kara #dbh luther #prompt: Spring/Summer/Autumn/Winter

[fleurdelouvemonth]

𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒆 (𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚) 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 2023 — 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Weekly Masterlists are compiled to include all entries which will be posted every Sunday until December 5th. These lists can be updated in time.

𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬: 𝑨𝑼 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

Day one: Celebrity/Bodyguard AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Day two: Coffee Shop/Bakery AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Heart Eyes Over Coffee (AO3 link) by @rebelmeg

The Winter Shortbread (AO3 link) by @tllgrrl

Day three: College Professors AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

The Winter Shortbread (AO3 link) by @tllgrrl

Day four: Space AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

Moodboard by @tllgrrl

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Space: Hell No!! (AO3 link) by @sarifinasnightmare

Day five: Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Day six: Med School/Doctors AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Heart Beat by @tllgrrl

Somewhere Else To Meet (AO3 link) by @endlesstwanted

Day seven: Mermaid/Pirates AU

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

Moodboard by @rebelmeg

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

As Foam Upon The Sea by @samwpmarleau

The Vengeful Bride (AO3 link) by @sarifinasnightmare

dividers by @firefly-graphics

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[souldustinverse]

Yearning for your warmth

How long 'till sunshine again awakes me?

With its warmth, embracing my cheeks.

Like a lover's kiss, after a long time no see?

Never would I trade it

even if in exchange, I'd be promised the moon.

*Buzz*, my alarm clock's ringing.

Everything's dark, sun won't arise anytime soon.

Winter

makes me shiver, makes me wanna stay in bed.

Never would I choose it

makes me long for sunshine, makes me sad.

@smittenbypoetry

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[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 172

Adjective: Boiling

Noun: Summer

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Boiling: at or near boiling point; (of the weather or a place) extremely hot

Summer: the warmest season of the year, in the northern hemisphere from June to August and in the southern hemisphere from December to February; (astronomy) the period from the summer solstice to the autumnal equinox; (literary) years, especially of a person's age

#the moment i spun this prompt i knew i had to save it for the first day of summer #i actually did this before with the first day of spring #and i have the prompts for the first days of autumn and winter picked out #im so glad i was able to weave real-life time with these prompts #it makes them feel more real #and im happy about that idea/notion/concept and wanting to find more ways to incorporate real things then #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least

[jmrothwell]

TUESDAY!!!! "The cold never bothered me anyway" for Luke Sleeveless Patterson+ anyone plz.

Also for @ri-jane who requested “I don’t know how not to ask for “My hoodie looks good on you” for any pairing 💙”

Alex is not sure how his eyes were not rolling on the floor by his feet. Certain as he was that they’d popped out of his head when he caught sight of Luke ambling around the studio reading over his notebook. Ambling, in his usual ridiculous cut off t-shirt, biceps and part of his toned chest on display, in the uninsulated studio. 

Now, Alex knew stereotypically Los Angeles didn’t get that cold. However, the fact that he could clearly see his and Luke’s breath, he knows Luke should definitely be dressed warmer than he was. 

“Dude.” Alex shouted, his jacket moved with his hands as they flailed. 

Luke’s eyes drifted to Alex as a bright smile split his face. He removed the pen that had taken up residency in his mouth in order to greet Alex, “hey.”

“Hey? Hey?” Alex would have worried if Luke’s brain had frozen, but it was equally likely that Luke just hadn’t noticed how cold it was. After all his friend had managed to completely tune out an honest to god school evacuation once, zoned into his songwriting as he was.

Alex freed his hands from the pocket to more definitively gesture at Luke. “How are you not freezing?”

Luke looked down at himself with a shrug. “I’ve always kind of run a little warmer,” he paused, a weird glint overtaking his eye, “I guess you could say, the cold never bothered me anyway.”

Alex groaned with an eye roll. Luke made a face and shivered minutely. It could have been him reacting badly to his own joke, but Alex wasn’t willing to risk it. 

Alex took of his jean jacket-the hole free actually useful one-thankful he’d decided to double layer the jackets. As quickly as he was able, taking advantage of Luke’s awestruck confusion, Alex pulled his hoodie up over his head and pulled it down over Luke.

“Heeey.” Luke whined, pouting up at Alex, “I told you I was fine.”

“Maybe,” Alex began with a smirk as he donned his jean jacket again thinking of a way that might get Luke to keep the extra layer on, “I just think my hoodie looks good on you.”

When Alex turned his attention back to Luke, the boy’s face had tinted pink. However, he was definitely sliding his arms into the sleeves. Alex’s smile turned fond as he made his way over to his drums and waited for the rest of the band to arrive for rehearsal.

#Autumn/Winter Prompts #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #alex mercer

[goffjames]

Poetry - Haiku - Autumn's Cracked Chill Blows - A Poem by Goff James

A poem inspired by Mark S @ Naturalist Weekly’s Prompt Reference – ‘Preparing for Winter’ View Mark S’ original post Poem Attribution – Goff James – Autumn’s Cracked Chill Blows Copyright (c) 2023 Goff James – All Rights Reserved  View more haiku poems by Goff James Painting Attribution © Vani Vardannagari, Autumn Tree, 2019 Source Attribution…

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[lazyperfectionistwastaken]

When our souls met like summer and winter, why did you break the autumns alliance?

3am rambling session with my best friend 

#souls #3 am shit #poetry #prompts #3am thoughts #summer #winter #autumn #seasons #this makes zero sense but oh well

[unboundprompts]

prompts for spring, summer, autumn, winter eyes! (The characters literally stand for each season!! They have eyes that hold the seasons)

Different Ways to Describe Seasonal Eyes

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Spring

He had eyes like the fields of the pastures, green grass nearly up to your knees.

Her eyes were the flower beds that his mother used to prepare when spring finally arrived after a cold winter. Flowers would bloom and blossom in every color imaginable.

Their eyes were like the honey from the honeybees that arrived with the promise of spring.

Summer

Her eyes were a babbling brook, like crisp water on a warm day.

He had eyes that blazed like a hot summer sun.

Their eyes were warm rays and beach days, filled with laughter and freedom.

Autumn

She had eyes the color of the dying leaves, painted red, yellow, and brown.

His eyes were a winding road on a foggy morning, dying branches scratching at the edge.

Their eyes were of burnt out candles, pumpkins placed on doorsteps, and footsteps splashed in puddles on an old street.

Winter

His eyes were snowflakes, irises decorated with a delicate design.

She had eyes like icy mountains and falling snow.

Their eyes were a crisp breeze in the dead of winter, a frozen pond on a stagnant afternoon.

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[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Hello, hope you're doing alright. I have a pretty twisted one shot request concerning our amazing Shadowsinger. I was looking at the super natural dark dialogue prompts list and I feel like the #24 and #36 would fit perfectly for my request.

So basically: I was thinking about Azriel capturing the reader. She's a spy from the Spring Court and she was on a mission wandering at the border of the Night Court. When the reader wakes up, she's tied up in Azriel torture room. She also realizes how Azriel seems to be drawn to her. As she tries to find a way to make him untie her, she remembers something about Illyrians obssesion with bargains and deals. She offers to make a deal with him that the first one to make the other cum earn a favor. If she wins he spares her life, and if not he can kill her. And like as they conclude the pack, a tattoo appears on both of them and bla bla bla... and she ends up winning this challenge maybe?

Can't wait to see if you'll be willing to write this! I think it would have a lot of potential if written by you. Anyways, keep up your good work. I love your writing.

Okay, I know I said my next release would be the POM bonus bits, and then I’d be working on my other pieces, but I got this request and had immediate inspiration for it, so here it is!

Thank you to whoever sent this in! I hope I did it justice. It was very fun to write! I hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

The prompts you requested to be included in this will be written in bold.

Note: I haven’t tagged anyone in this because I desperately need to sort out my tag lists and haven’t had the chance. I’ll add them later if I get the time. Sorry!

Warnings: Smut! 18+, minors dni. NSFW. Some details of aggressive behaviour. Azriel being a sore ass LOSER.

Lust is a Losing Game — Azriel x Reader.

You can feel the caress of Night before your eyes open.

Every single court you have trespassed and traversed has its own distinct feel. The Autumn Court feels perpetually — and unsurprisingly — like a stroll through a forest, touched by brisk air and hues of oranges, yellows, reds. Your home court — Spring — has a feeling of renewed hope; like the first rays of sun after a long, harsh winter.

The Night Court is blood-drenched, rippling darkness, and the allure of scandal, of want, of lust.

Night time is for secrets and exploration. It’s for burning the bridge between who you are in the daylight and becoming something…else. It’s exciting, and it’s coaxing, and—

Cold, sharp metal prods beneath your chin. Its point is lethal. Any wrong move, and you’re bleeding.

Perhaps even more lethal is the quiet voice that commands, “Eyes open.”

Slowly, you comply — because you are both intrigued and wise. Intrigued by where you went wrong and where you ended up. Wise, because you know that cold, granite voice.

It doesn’t surprise you in the least to open your eyes and find Azriel the shadowsinger stood in front of you, his blade at your throat.

You know of him, of course — spymaster of the Night Court, a rare species of fae, far more powerful than many realise. You’ve sat across from him during terse meetings between courts and been the target of those guarded, icy stares. You’ve never heard him utter more than a few words at a time; he is spoken for by reputation, by violence and threat and battle.

But you’d know that voice anywhere.

You peer up at him through eyes blurred by some sort of power. And when your lips tilt up into a smile, a subtle tick of his jaw tells you it incenses him.

“Hello, Azriel.” You rasp.

The blade presses into your skin as he asks, “What were you doing at the border of our court?”

“Picking wildflowers. Foraging berries. Making a daisy chain. All the things a lady loves to do.”

A quiet noise sounds in his throat. “Is that what you are? A lady?”

“I’m whatever you want me to be, shadowsinger.”

His answering smile is cruel. A harsher press, and his blade nicks your throat. A drop of warm blood blooms on your skin.

Your eyes, rapidly clearing, take quick stock of your surroundings. The room is dark and damp and cold, empty save for the chair on which you sit — to which you are constrained. You can scent the blood of a thousand previous victims of the shadowsinger, and you imagine the vacancy of the space must have been more intimidating to them, somehow, than if the room were filled to the brim with torture instruments. The lack thereof tells anyone who finds themselves here that the Night Court’s spymaster does not need such things to do his work.

You try to shift in the chair, and find yourself well and truly stuck in place. Your gaze drops to your feet, where shadows act as manacles, as firm and strong and steel. Though your hands are restrained around the back of the chair, the cool touch tells you that a shadow binds them, too.

Azriel follows your gaze. A smug smile graces his mouth as he watches you try and fail to move.

“An impressive little trick.” You offer, nodding to the shadows around your ankles. “Now be a gentleman and untie me.”

“Tell me what you were doing at our border, and maybe I will.”

“Tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you mine.”

“You’re not really in the position to barter, right now, are you?”

“And yet, here I am.” You smile. “Bartering.”

He stares down at you, shrouded in shadows, in night. His aloofness has been perfected over centuries, but you somehow know where to look in order to tell — you’re getting on his nerves.

A slight angling of his head. Shifting on his feet. He drags the tip of that blade up, not pressing quite hard enough to draw more blood, but to make a twisted heat enter your veins. The blade stops at your cheek.

“I don’t know how you do things in the Spring Court.” His breath caresses your face. “But I can’t imagine it’s part of your job description to be a smartass who can’t keep her mouth shut.”

Your eyes flick down to that blade. Back up to his gaze. “I can’t imagine it’s part of yours to lust over me so tirelessly.”

The shadowsinger actually falters.

Something tells you he would never do that in front of somebody else.

His teeth grit. He bites out, “Tell me why the fuck you were at the border—”

“I’ve seen you, you know.” A satisfied smirk curls your lips. You will not give away that your arms and legs are beginning to ache. “I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me for years.”

A clatter bounces off the walls as he tosses his dagger to the floor. Can’t be one that means much to him, then. You almost laugh, but a scarred hand is gripping your chin to the point of pain. He tilts — yanks — your chin up. “Pray, tell, how do I look at you?”

“With hunger.”

“Hatred.”

“Lust.”

“Loathing.”

“Like you want to touch me.”

“I am going,” he snarls, “to wrap my hands around your throat and—”

“Fuck me?”

“Kill you.”

A mocking pout puckers your lips. “Less sexy.”

"You must be a fool," his fingers bite into your skin, "to laugh in the face of such danger."

"What danger would that be? You've handed me your threats. What are you waiting for, Azriel? Kill me."

He could easily retrieve his blade and gut you then and there. You know it. He knows it.

And yet he doesn't do it.

He clenches his jaw so hard that you hear his teeth clash. He squeezes your chin, calluses and scars grazing you. It feels...good.

But then a growl is ripping from deep within his chest, and he's tearing his hand away and pivoting on the spot. He's confident enough in the shadow bindings to turn his back to you, clearly.

You just smile. He can't do it. Can't kill you.

"I'll do you the courtesy of asking one last time." His voice is strained. "Why were you snooping around our border."

"Perhaps I was hoping you'd find me and tie me to a chair. I'm into that kind of stuff, you know. We could make this fun."

"You think this room is intended for fun?"

"I think you and I could have fun anywhere, shadowsinger."

He says nothing. You watch as he sucks in a deep breath, steels himself. By his command, a shadow dances out and retrieves his blade from the floor. His fist flexes at his side.

Perhaps you can irritate him enough that he'll either kill you or let you leave out of pure exasperation. Or turn on the tears and plead innocence, that you're just a foolish, foolish girl doing her High Lord's bidding.

Or perhaps you can have fun.

You scan your brain for what you know about this court. How you can use it to your advantage — use Azriel to your advantage. An idea knits itself in the twisted avenues of your mind.

"This court has a thing for bargains, does it not?" You watch Azriel's shoulders tense at the sound of your voice. "How about making a bargain with me?"

He chokes on a scoff. "Why would I want to make a bargain with you?"

"Because you want me."

Slowly, he turns. His eyes are narrowed, mouth pinched. He looks two seconds away from using that blade to wipe your head clean from your neck.

But then he smiles, cruelly and coldly. "How very sure of yourself you sound."

You mimic that smile. "I am." Damn right you are. "So here is my deal: you toy with that lust however you like. We tease each other. Coax reactions from each other."

"Where is the bargain in that?" No outright refusal.

"If I make you cum first, shadowsinger," your eyes fall to his breeches. You could swear you glimpse the outline of a bulge. "If I make you cum first, I get to walk out of here with my head still attached to my body. But if you make me cum first...well. You get to know why I was snooping around the Night Court border, and you can send my head back to my High Lord in a pretty little box."

He stares at you for what feels like so, so long. Head to toe, his eyes rake over you. His shadows whisper in his ears, things you don't need nor care to hear.

Because you might not have his shadows, but you are a spy, just as he is. And you know his mind is already made up.

Shadowsinger, spymaster, feared member of the infamous Night Court — but still, a male weakened by lust. Lust for you that has driven him mad for a long, long time.

Still, he tries to keep up a front. He sneers at you, "You'd so willingly barter away your life?"

You smile. Simply, prettily. "It turns me on."

Oh, he's lost to his need. There's a newer scent that has joined the present ones of cedar and night-chilled mist and bloodstains. This one is deeper, smokier. Spicier.

He points his blade at you, the tip glimmering. And the shadow binds fall away as he demands, "Undress."

Your hands fall back to your sides. "Are you saying you agree to my terms?"

"Yes. Now take. Your fucking. Clothes off."

"What way is that to talk to a lady?"

"You are no lady—" His words fall short as, with a snap of your fingers, your clothes disappear. Leave you in nothing but your undergarments. His eyes drink in the brassiere, the silky little fabric that hangs from your hips. He swallows. "And I am no gentleman."

A spy you may be — someone who throws themself into danger and risk and dirt and blood, time and time again. But you never see a reason not to wear pretty underwear while doing so. And gods, in this moment, you're very glad of that choice.

It's the same colour as the siphons that adorn the male before you. The coldness in Azriel's eyes is replaced by intense, raw heat. He takes a step towards you, but you kick out a leg.

"Your turn." You say.

He pauses. Chucks his dagger aside again.

And then his clothes are gone.

He doesn't seem the slightest bit fazed by the fact that he stands utterly naked before you. So much golden, sculpted skin on show. All over, white scars tell the stories of previous injuries. His body is a novel written over time.

That silky underwear of yours is already soaked as you take your fill of him. For a moment, you think you might stumble in your bravado. He's huge and hard and standing to attention. Utterly perfect.

But you sit up straight in the chair and plant your hands on the arms. Your legs part, and Azriel hungrily tracks the movement.

"There is only one rule." You tell him. "We don't want to make this too easy, after all."

His jaw flexes. Eyes don't stray from the growing damp patch between your thighs. "What's the rule."

"You can touch me. You can lick me. You can put your cock in my mouth and my hand and rub it against my skin. But you can't fuck me."

He starts, pupils blowing wide. "But—"

"Not today." Your lips curl up. "But if I win, and I walk out of here? Some other time, Azriel, you can fuck me."

"You are wicked."

"Do you accept my rule?"

"Yes."

You are wicked, indeed. You widen that gap between your legs until you're hooking them over the arms of the chair. Baring your silk-covered cunt to him. His eyes damn near roll into the back of his head at the sight.

"Do you think you can stand to touch me without fucking me?" You hum, your fingers dancing down to that, sweet, sweet spot. You run them over the dampness, biting your lip. "I don't think you can."

"You underestimate me." Azriel growls. "And you're going to cum first."

There is no opportunity for you to volley a response. Not as Azriel surges forward and yanks you out of the chair, his arms securing you. His firm, velvety cock presses against your stomach. His lips slide over yours in a harsh, bruising kiss.

A male of natural elegance and grace, he doesn't even falter in the kiss or his steps as he marches you back, back, until you're pressed up against a cold wall. You nip his bottom lip and reach between your bodies, wanting to feel the pulsing weight of his cock in your palm, but his hands are grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head.

"No hands." He snarls onto your lips. "Just my cock and your cunt. Whoever cums first is the loser."

You almost want to laugh. So, so easy this will be.

But then he's letting go of your hands and pinning you with a knee. And out of fucking nowhere, a slim bottle appears between his fingers. You watch, leaning against the cold surface of the wall, as he pulls the stopper out of the bottle and tilts it towards you.

Oil drips onto your chest. Rolls down your breasts, your stomach. Azriel watches with predatory focus as it floods to where he wants it — soaking your underwear.

The blue silk darkens, sticks to your skin. Showcases everything that Azriel so desperately wants, but everything he will not get — today.

And then so quickly, he's hoisting your leg at his hip. So quickly, his cock is pressing into your soaking undergarments.

He positions his length between your thighs and guides it through your clothed folds. Both of you let out an immediate gasp at the taunting sensation — that a mere bit of fabric separates you from what you both want.

"Is this how you're going to play it?" Your head falls back, teeth digging into your lower lip. "You think thrusting through my clothes is going to stop you from cumming?"

"No." He makes a small noise, slowly rolling his hips. Watches his glistening cock rubbing against the silk. "But I think I'm going to make you cum fast from it."

"And then you get to kill me."

"And then," the head of his cock nudges your clit, "I get to kill you."

The sensation is divine, you can’t deny it. A coiled, aching pleasure that sits tightly in your lower belly. Azriel hears your intake of breath, and he smiles like this will be easy for him. You’re having none of that.

You’re thankful for your refined stealth and balance as you clamp your leg tighter around him, pull him harder against you. His hands press flat against the wall either side of your head, and you both gasp as his cock rubs so torturously against you, up and down and up and down.

“Gods,” He grunts, dipping down to brush his lips against yours. “This is torture.”

You smile. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to remove my underwear? You still can’t fuck me, though.”

A suffering groan chokes out of him, and he throws his head back. Because yes, he fucking wants you to remove your underwear. Yes, he wants to feel his bare skin rubbing against your bare skin.

But gods, the temptation to slide his cock into you is going to be unbearable.

But even though he knows that, and you know that, he smiles like this is nothing. He bites out, pleasure wavering his voice, “Why not? It’ll only make you lose.”

“I think you’re giving yourself a little too much credit.” You say, and then your underwear is gone, leaving you naked and dripping with nothing to shield you.

Not expecting it so fast, Azriel’s cock slides easily through your folds — and the head nudges your entrance. Very nearly slips in. He growls and halts the roll of his hips.

“Oops.” You smirk. “Careful, shadowsinger.”

“You’re fucking insufferable.” He bites back, and then he’s kissing you.

The kiss robs you of breath and of words. All you can do is twine your arms around his neck and welcome the sensation of him fucking through your folds, your wetness his pleasure. You’re lost to the feeling of him bumping against your clit, rubbing against it. Your legs are beginning to tremble.

“I want to fuck you.” Azriel moans, dropping his head to take in the sight of his cock against your pussy, never entering, never going deeper.

“I know.” Your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “And you have wanted to for a very long time.”

“Yes.” He can’t even deny it. “Yes.”

“You think about me.”

“Yes.”

“You wonder what it’s like to be inside me.”

“Yes.”

“But not today.” Your hands stroke down his muscled arms, and you moan as he grinds his cock against your clit. “Not today.”

“Nor any other day.” His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head up. “Because I will have your head. Cum for me, lady.”

He kisses you again, and gods, you want to cum. Every single inch of you begs and trembles for it. You’re clenching around nothing, desperate to feel him inside you, fucking into you, spilling into you—

But through your pleasured haze, you remember: you will be victorious. Azriel cannot win.

And so when he’s kissing you and kissing you, moans catching in his throat and landing in your mouth, hips faltering with every thrust, you pull your lips from his and sink your teeth into his neck with a harsh bite. You’ve always imagined he’d like that.

And simultaneously, you lock him between your thighs and roll your hips torturously slow, dragging every last sensation from him.

Azriel’s cock, nestled snugly between the folds of your cunt, spasms and twitches. He slams his hands against the wall and goes still. Tries to pull back the control.

But it’s too late for that.

“Fuck!” He shouts, and then ropes of cum are spurting out of him and landing on your stomach, your breasts, your arms. Beads of it roll down his cock. He trembles hard, panting, groaning, growling.

And you suck harshly at his neck. Suck until it leaves a mark. And then pull away with a smile.

Breathing so, so heavily, Azriel’s gaze drops down to his cock like the damn thing has betrayed him. He’s wide-eyed and outraged. He’s not sure what’s just happened.

A horrid longing still aches between your legs and makes you want to continue until you’re exploding, too. But the triumph of a win is pleasure in itself.

“Well, well, well.” You glance down at the cum now coating your skin. “I do believe I was right.”

“What—” Azriel breathes, shaking out of his lust. “What kind of witchcraft was that?” He touches his neck, where you bit him. As though the answer lies there.”

You shrug. “No witchcraft, though I’m flattered you think so. You simply lost the game.”

“I. Don’t. Lose.”

“You just did.” You pat his shoulder. “There, there.”

He rips away, so fast that you almost fall. “Get the fuck away from me.”

“Gladly.” With a snap of your fingers, you’re squeaky clean and clothed once more. Azriel’s clothes return, too. “And I’ll do so with my pretty head still on my shoulders—

“Get out.”

“Because I won the game—”

“Get. Out.”

“A bargain’s a bargain, after all—”

“I will not tell you again.” His hand grabs the back of your neck, hard enough to bruise, and he marches you to the door, yanking it open. “Out.”

You’re thrown into a dim-lit hallway, your body colliding with a cold brick wall. You throw Azriel a smile over your shoulder, despite your teeth singing at the impact.

“Try not to wank over me too much!” You call, as he slams the door shut behind him. “See you around!”

It’s only once you’ve winnowed back to your own court, and you’re bathing the day from your skin, that you notice the small black band inked into your upper arm. You scrub at it until it’s red raw. It doesn’t budge.

The mark of a bargain. But you had always believed that the tattoos of bargains disappeared once the terms were fulfilled…

But if I win, and I walk out of here? Some other time, Azriel, you can fuck me…

It had all been bravado. And yet…it had unwittingly been woven into the bargain.

Some other time, Azriel, you can fuck me.

That’s the only way you’re getting that mark off your skin.

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