#Daily writing prompt

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Writing Prompt #2892

"I can't fucking stand you."

"So sit," the villain crooned. "Or kneel! That's always something I prefer to see."

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“Is that really what you want?”

“To have me, one of the most powerful men in Manhattan, on my knees before you, begging?”

“Yes.”

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Writing prompt #972

“Sorry for the loss, or congratulations. I never know with you.”

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ᯓ ⠀⠀ WRITING PROMPT ⠀ : ⠀ # 002⠀⠀!

they were being chased straight to the edge of the world and suddenly it sounded so peaceful.

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

Seven: Weather

James is having a bad day and Regulus always knows how to make it better, this is the fluffiest hurt comfort, I love them.

James had been buried under the duvet since Reg tried to get him up three hours ago, occasionally grumbling to himself, or huffing. The younger man had kissed his forehead before he had to run off to his meeting, assuming the brunette would've gotten up by the time he'd return home with lunch.

He walked into their apartment, calling out his presence and pausing in his steps at the slightly louder grumble from their bedroom. He placed the food down on their dining table and made his way over to the distressed noises he couldn't quite figure out. He tentatively pushed the door open, blinking at the pitch black he found there to adjust his eyes. His voice came out as a purposely soft whisper, “sunshine?”

Another grumble, this time he could place it as coming from the mound of duvet and blankets on their bed.

Regulus would have smiled if not for the worry gnawing at him. He moved towards the bed and knelt next to the lump of bedding, “sweetheart?”

Grumbling followed but it was slightly quieter, more solemn than frustrated. It urged the younger man to shrug off his suit jacket and find an opportunity for an opening so he could crawl into the fortress and join his husband. He cupped his cheek, not needing light to know how he'd be curled in on himself, “hey, mon amour.”

James leaned into the touch and huffed again, not offering a response. The other noted his cheeks were slightly damp and pressed on, voice softening further, “you've built yourself quite a fort, here, my darling.”

A slightly softer huff.

“D'you want a hug or some spa-” he let out a surprised exhale as the older man practically jolted into him in his haste to collapse into an embrace. Not that he should've been surprised, after all he'd been married to the bloke for almost five years, and he was a hugger through and through. “That's it, I've got you.”

He hummed in response, relaxing at the hand which came up to run soothingly through his hair, massaging his scalp gently.

“What're we hiding from, Jamie?”

“E'rything.”

Reg kissed his temple and tugged him slightly closer, “anything in particular or just a blue day?”

The brunette shrugged slightly, distantly noting his smile at the blue day. It was something Reggie had come up with, because a bad day always seemed to prevent it getting any better, but a blue day had different depths. It didn't restrict it to solely bad or over dramatised, which James was quite good at convincing himself of; that he was being dramatic and was unworthy of any justification of his thoughts. Reg had introduced blue days a few years ago when he realised the extent his husband pushed things away until he was drowning in it.

“Blue day, weather isn't helping.” He allowed himself the weak words, pressing them into the other's neck to prevent himself actively admitting them.

“Non? It is quite rainy and dark out there, isn't it?” He continued at the hum of agreement, “you know what I've always liked about this weather?”

“Mm-mm.” No.

“It gives me the perfect excuse to stay in and cuddle you, maybe even a hot chocolate and a movie, what d'you say?”

James shrugged slightly, burrowing closer and breathing in the scent so uniquely Reggie, the sharp tang of his citrus soap and the lingering coconut from his shampoo. He always smelt so tropical, like a beach holiday… it reminded him of their honeymoon. But his favourite was when he got as close as possible and got to breathe in the fragrance of Reggie underneath.

“What d'you want to do, mon soleil?” My sun.

“Jus’ stay.”

The younger man smiled and kissed his shoulder softly, “always and forever, sweetheart.”

“Promise?”

Regulus nodded, squeezing him slightly closer and feeling him melt into it, “I promise.” He kissed the same patch of skin and let them lapse into comfortable silence, trusting James to take the lead whenever he was comfortable. They stayed like that for maybe half an hour before the brunette's voice rang out, quiet and a little unsure but safe.

“Can we… did you… how was your meeting?”

“It was pretty good, mainly just boring legal jibber jabber.”

“You love legal jibber jabber.”

He hummed in consideration and kissed the mole on his shoulder again, “not as much as I love you.”

James smiled, “did you bring home lunch?”

“Oui, your favourite, from Marls’.”

“Best part of your meetings.”

“My office being a few streets from her café?”

The brunette nodded but didn't pull away or free his husband from his grip, “mhm.”

Reg rolled his eyes fondly, “d'you want me to go and get it, my love?”

“Can we eat in bed? With… a movie and hot chocolate?”

“Of course we can, I'll bring in the kettle and our trays so we don't have to leave, how does that sound?”

“Perfect. You're perfect.”

[kumoriwrites]

hello hello! a friend has been slipping me october writing prompts under the table from her private writing group, and I'm taking the oppourtunity to use them to fill my ao3 with MHA's class 1-B characters. they live forever in my heart. the first two, based on prompts "pumpkin spice latte" and "set your scene in an orchard", are linked below! most, if not all, of these drabbles are going to take place in the same month and play off of each other. hope you enjoy!

October 2: sunday morning pumpkin spice

October 3: breathing room.

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Writing Prompt #2893

"Give the people want they want."

"...I don't think that you know what the people want from me."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you seen the messages people send me?"

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Writing Prompt #2891

"Wait, you're telling me I won?"

"Well, yes. I think it'd be an incredibly rude thing to lie about. Congratulations!"

"I can't win. I was disqualified!"

"You and every other contestant. Which therefore makes everyone un-disqualified for the ease of things!"

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