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thepromptfoundry · 4 months

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The Prompt Foundry FAQ

To head off some potential confusions and concerns.

Q: Hey, who's running this thing? I'm Eiiri. I'm a writer and a nerd and I like lists. I also wrote an Ao3 metatext guide one time.

Q: What if I missed a day, or filled a prompt late? A: No problem at all! The only timeline here is for when prompt lists are posted. You create and post on your own schedule, I'll reblog as I see prompt fills pop up!

Q: What if I don't want my art reblogged here? A: If you don't tag me in the post or use my tag for the prompt theme, I probably won't even see it to reblog it. I will also endeaver to heed notes either in the body of posts or in tags to not reblog it, or you can turn off reblogs in general. If I have already reblogged your work and you'd like me to delete it, please message or reply to me.

Q: If I use prompts from the Foundry, do I have to give credit? A: Yes please.

Q: Can I share the prompt lists outside of tumblr? A: Sure! Just give attribution pointing back to this blog.

Q: Are there any formatting limitations or guidelines for prompt fills? A: Most any way you can format a tumblr post is going to be okay. I recommend using a readmore on long posts—such as writing longer than a few paragraphs or comics longer than a couple pages—just for ease of scrolling for everyone. Best practice is to make each prompt fil its own original post. If you do them as a reblog chain—especially if you start that chain from the prompt list post itself—you can expect that your prompt fills will not be reblogged to the Foundry until the end of the month. If you prefer, you can send in your prompt fill as a submitted post so that the post and all its notes track to Foundry rather than to you.

Q: Do I have to tag my prompt fills a certain way? A: Not really. I recommend using the theme tag for whichever prompt list you're working from (which you can find on the original post of the list), and tagging fannish work with what fandom it pertains to. Beyond that, it's up to you what tags you feel like adding.

Q: Hey, Eiiri, can you tag for ___? A: All prompt lists are tagged with "prompt list" and whatever theme tag I'm using for that month. Prompt fills get "prompt fill" and the theme tag. Original posts from the Foundry get "the prompt foundry." I cannot promise anything else will be tagged for consistently. I may add warning tags to reblogged prompt fills based on my own judgement, and particular tags may be added to specific posts upon request. Such requests should be made by DM or Ask, do not do so in replies on the post itself unless you are intending to ask the creator of the art rather than me, the curator of the Foundry. Either way, be polite about it.

Q: For fannish work, are there any fandoms that are off limits? A: Not really. There is no such thing as an umproblematic fandom, and I'm not interested in telling people what stories and media they are or are not allowed to engage with in a transformative manner, even if I personally find it distasteful. As long as the piece of fannish art is not, in and of itself, perpetuating or advocating harm, I will reblog it to the Foundry. If it is perpetuating or advocating harm, I will report it and block the creator.

Q: Is NSFW allowed? A: Yup! Please use tumblr community labels for mature content as appropriate and consider using a readmore to keep anything particularly racy or scary out of immediate view—that goes for both visuals and words. I may choose to not reblog NSFW work that I deem insufficiently guarded.

Q: Is machine-generated "AI" content allowed? A: No. We are here for the joy of artistic creation and the prompts are meant as inspiration for real, human artists. Anyone found to be using machine-generation in filling these prompts will be blocked.

Q: Is there any other content that's not allowed? A: Content that is itself harassing, racist, queerphobic or exclusionist, or that otherwise perpetuates or advocates harm to real people. Any such will not be reblogged, and the creator will be blocked. I am willing to hear concerns that work I've reblogged here is harmful in ways that I may have missed—such as using dogwhistles I'm unfamiliar with or just didn't catch—but anti-ship arguments will get the complainer blocked.

Q: Are minors allowed to interact with the Foundry? A: I'm not blocking anyone based only on their age. I expect everyone engaging with the Foundry to curate their own experience. Block tags, block people, use community labels. Kicking up a stink about the presence of kids, or of non-kid-friendly art, will get you blocked.

Q: Is there anybody who isn't allowed to interact with the Foundry? A: Yeah, people I have blocked. That's mostly TERFs, suicide-baiters, and other such assholes. And porn bots, though if a porn bot actually filled a prompt I would be rather impressed. Anybody harassing me or other creators within the scope of the Foundry will be blocked.

In general, be kind, be respectful of differences in this shared space, support your fellow creatives, and have fun!

If you have any other questions, comments, confusions or concerns, or if you just want to say hello, my ask box is open!

#the prompt foundry #FAQ

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podcastenthusiast · 6 years

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Wolfstar Fic Recs

Home We’ll Go by appalachian_fireflies

“I can’t, I don’t know how,” Remus stuttered as Molly dropped the infant into his arms, who immediately ceased crying and stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Nonsense,” Molly said. “Be a dear and keep him from falling while I feed Ginny.”

“Ba!” Ron giggled, and slapped Remus in the face.

Molly is the emergency contact for the Order when those listed can no longer be reached. Remus’ life finds a different path.

annual honesty by hauntologies (tigermilk)

“It is hard to keep the truth from clever friends,” Dumbledore had said, first. “I had hoped –”

Remus had looked down at his hands. There were little, half-moon scars around his knuckles, too inconsequential to see unless light hit them at an angle and made them silvery with scar tissue. He wondered if other werewolves had these scars too, whether they were a telltale sign too mundane to have made it into the textbooks.

Remus had hoped, too.

(Series) A Conspiracy of Cartographers by picascribit

The story of a werewolf’s bite that sealed the fate of four boys and of the Wizarding world. Being a chronicle of the Hogwarts years of Mssrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, from their earliest origins, to the halcyon days of their friendship, to the passionate romance two of them shared.

the summer you let your hair grow out by ladymemebeth

an AU story in which sirius decides to go to remus’ house when he runs away, rather than james’. remus finds this situation to be trying in more ways than one. includes gratuitous references to twentieth-century cinema and music.

By Moonlight by Eiiri

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus recognizes something familiar in Draco Malfoy and offers him sanctuary. With nowhere else to turn–his parents in prison, his home a crime scene–Draco reluctantly accepts and becomes a tolerated, if not welcome, member of his schoolyard rivals’ and wartime adversaries’ family of choice. As pages of the lunar calendar turn and the summer wears on, Draco and the others begin to see each other in a different light.

we’ve been here before by sprexico

Dumbledore doesn’t look at him when he speaks, this time. He is looking past Remus, out the window towards the dark grounds. “It is an impossible thing, to love someone who has done something terrible,” he says, quietly. “I am sorry we have put you in this position, Remus. I am sorrier that there is nobody else we can ask. We will do whatever we can to make this easier for you.”

It’s been twelve years and I still can’t breathe, Remus thinks, what makes you think there’s an easier?

Remus Lupin is back at Hogwarts for the first time since everything happened, and everything is a memory.

Flashes From a Brighter Time by flowercrownremus

1986: After Harry’s power starts manifesting, the Dursleys want nothing more to do with him. Dumbledore decides to find someone better suited to raising him.

“I thought perhaps you might raise Harry.”

“Me?”

“Who better? I had my reasons for sending him to the home of his relatives, but I am not so hard-headed an old man that I can’t admit when a plan is not working.”

This Word Lies At The Bottom Of A Lake by berhanes (theyshotmyclown)

Briefly he’d considered going to visit Remus, but Sirius has too many stacked up feelings about him to add any more, and he doesn’t trust himself not to ruin their carefully patched situation in the wake of the incident – it’s only been a year, after all, and there’s no better way to shatter a barely recovered friendship than by doing something stupid like throwing out a declaration of love in the middle of explaining the myriad ways in which your family is deranged and terrible. So instead Sirius had hailed the Knight Bus and requested Bowness-on-Windermere.

When the Wolf Comes Home by earlybloomingparentheses

That afternoon, Remus has to explain to Harry what the Dementor’s Kiss is, and to tell him that Sirius Black will receive it if, when, he is caught. When Remus thinks of Sirius Black and kissing, in the infinitesimal moment before rotting skin and death-scabbed mouths bloom evilly before his eyes, he can still smell cigarettes, comfortably unpleasant, and feel warm close breath on his lips.

The Weather Inside by earlybloomingparentheses

Sirius rides a flying motorbike, and snogs strangers in pubs, and strikes moody poses Remus finds irritatingly attractive. But for Remus, who drinks milky tea and wears flannel pyjamas, there’s a chasm cracked right down the fault line between wanting and doing.

How he wants, though. How he wants.

To Fill A Gap by herbanes (theyshotmyclown)

Sirius’ face is caught in a rectangle of late afternoon sun and Remus wants suddenly to reach across the three feet and fourteen years between them and touch him where the light hits. He lets himself imagine that he could, that in a moment he’ll just lean forward and trace the curve between Sirius’ neck and his jaw with his fingertips without it feeling like penitence. A different version of himself would’ve already done it. But then, a different version of himself wouldn’t be here in the first place.

Under a Strange Red Moon by earlybloomingparentheses

A breathy, high-pitched moan, and what is happening, it’s 8 a.m. in their kitchen, Remus is making toast, this is only meant to happen when it’s the middle of the night and they’ve just got back from patching up Muggles or putting out magically-set house fires or battling with a Death Eater who failed to Disapparate quickly enough from the scene of the crime, they’re meant to be frantic and desperate and—Sirius shoves down his panic and surges up to bite Remus’ lips, suck his tongue down his throat, and when are they not desperate and frightened these days?

The war is shattering their world into a million pieces, and Sirius and Remus try to hold themselves together.

A History by SteRhubarb

“If I were a girl, ‘or something’?” James repeats, just to double check he has heard the question correctly. “Would I think that Remus was…?”

“Was sort of-” Sirius tries to shrug casually, but James sees right through it. “-handsome. Or something.”

Pot, Kettle, Black by TheDivineComedian

In 1978, Sirius Black almost becomes an Auror. Turns out even he can’t fake his way through the mental health assessment.

So what. He has better things to do: Remus Lupin is one. The war is another. He spends weeks at a time undercover for the Order while Polyjuiced to the gills. It’s probably his new favourite thing.

Little does Sirius know that running from himself will send him on a collision course with his ephemeral brother, but life is funny that way.

Care of Magical Creatures by aeli_kindara

Lily finds out about Remus, and everything else.

The Host and His Guest by Diane_C

Post “Goblet of Fire” - Remus and Sirius struggle through their first full moon together.

Remain in Light by veeagainst

What if Sirius Black didn’t die? It’s been done many times. Here’s my take on it.

Elucidation Practice by montparnasse

Christmas, 1978. Remus, wrestling with the mighty problems of gift-giving on a budget, contemplates life, love, London in winter, and falling off the edge of the world with Sirius Black.

Amateur Cartography by montparnasse

It’s the summer of 1981, and strange things are happening to Remus Lupin; now, he needs to figure out how to connect them all.

Stick Season by mombasas

“Moony,” James said after a moment, equally quiet. “There’s a difference between – what happens to you – and, y’know, crying a lot and shouting and eating weird food and everything.”

“I know,” Remus said, forcing lightness into his tone. He looked up. Peter was staring at him, James looking on with concern, but Sirius’ grey eyes were fixed firmly on the ground. He straightened up, suddenly regretting saying anything at all. “Anyway,” he said firmly, eager to move on. “The question is what to do about the girls.”

(In which James isn’t Florence Nightingale, Sirius isn’t avoiding Remus, and Remus is most certainly not Having Feelings about his best friend. He might, however, have accidentally become the de facto advisor for all things monthly in the castle.)

(Series) Listeneise by fluorescentgrey

It’s not yesterday anymore; or, a retrospective as told in punk records, 1965-1996. This series is complete; the stories are connected but can be read in any order.

Abacomancy by fluorescentgrey

Five records from Hogwarts, 1993-4, and one after.

The Survivor by apolesen

1985. Four years after the death of his friends, Remus decides to break out of the pattern of his post-war life and try living among Muggles. In a sleepy town in southern England and the bustling city of London, he tries to build a new life for himself, piece by piece. The more he sees of the Muggle world, the more Remus wonders if that structure is as stable as he would like to think it is.

“The Survivor” is set in Thatcherite Britain, in the wake of the Falklands War and the onset of the British AIDS epidemic. It explores themes of disease, stigma, war trauma and grief, reflecting both on the historical context of the 1980s and Rowling’s characterisation of Remus Lupin.

The Boys of Crowhill by tb_ll57 (Part 1 of the Crow Rides A Pale Horse series)

The note pinned to his collar read ‘Harry J Potter - please accept’. The Dursleys had left him with nothing else but a pillow sack with half a sleeve of McVities biscuits, a mealy apple, and ten pounds.

Leave the Children Behind by montparnasse

Bravery, sometimes, is the ending just as much as the beginning. Remus, Sirius, and a series of choices.

Or, a love story—backwards and forwards.

a few more sundays by nightswatch

When Sirius arrives at Remus’ cottage after Voldemort’s return, Remus isn’t really sure how to deal with living with Sirius again all of a sudden.

The Ungiven Gift by JanuaryGrey (Jan3693)

December, 1981 - After losing almost everything and almost everyone he loved on Halloween night, Remus is dreading the swift approach of Christmas. The only thread of hope he has left lies with a gift he doesn’t know if he can even deliver.

Light in August by orestesfasting

Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that’s all he can seem to do around Remus these days.

The Stars Themselves by earthwitch and mmolloy

After their too-brief reunion in the Shrieking Shack, Remus and Sirius cautiously resume the correspondence that they had maintained throughout their long friendship. But after thirteen years of a lonely life's cruelties, neither is the boy he was before Halloween of 1981. As the burgeoning threat of Voldemort grows ever closer, they must try to relearn each other, complete with the scars and fears and resentments of more than a decade apart, if they are ever to rediscover everything that they've lost.

A continuation of The Shoebox Project by Lady Jaida and Rave.

da mi basia mille by scioscribe

“There’s a Roman bloke, Catullus, who wrote about snogging a lesbian, or something like that, and anyway, he said da mi basia mille, give me a thousand kisses, and I spelled it. Ensorceled it. Made it into a thingy.” He pushed the envelope up towards Remus’s mouth. “Say the Latin part and kiss it.”

Just Smoke by lindsaylaurie

Two very different impromptu trips to Amsterdam. One before and one after.

Or: The boys do touristy things in Amsterdam while Sirius is mid-breakdown, Remus is very much Not in Love with Him, James is keen to get high, and Peter just wants to see some naked ladies.

say you will or won’t you will or you whatever by renaissance

In the summer sun and beneath the shadow of the war, not talking about the future, making plans for today.

In the Bed by bigblackdog

Left to his own devices the summer after the prank, Sirius crafts an unusual gift to mend his relationship with Remus.

Abner of Astlegate’s Most Splendid Pox by sheafrotherdon

Remus is sick, and Sirius is nursemaid. Imagine . . .

Sirius Black and the Unicorn by byebyebluejay

Sirius desperately wants to befriend the unicorn in Care of Magical Creatures. Remus is worried he's going to get himself trampled.

The Age of Lies by TheDivineComedian

January 1981. Sirius is a paranoiac, Peter is not a psychopath, James is a dad, Remus is super angry, and Regulus…

Regulus is alive.

No-one is more surprised than him.

Elegy by elle_stone

Remus wrote poetry. Sirius finds it. Dinner is burned, dishes are rattled, the ceiling has mysterious stains, and Remus quotes John Donne.

Hair of the Dog by Lacylu42

1985 -- Remus Lupin awakes with the first hangover of his life, and absolutely no idea how he got it, nor where he is, nor whom he's with. Then he remembers, and it all started with the best chile burger in the state, and the worst tequila money can buy.

Lullaby and Good Night by magnetic_pole

Sharing a bed, sharing a life.

A House in Summer by hydianway

Sirius lies low at Lupin's, but he's afraid he's not as welcome as he'd like to be.

All the young dudes by gamesformay

(1971-1978. A love story, a war story, a record collection.)

Never Have I Ever Written a Love Letter by wannnabesuper

During a drinking game, Remus lets slip that he's written a love letter. Sirius (and an increasingly large group of friends) won't rest until they get to the bottom of this!

Counting Stars by YumeNouveau

After over a year since their fateful reunion under the horrible full moon, Sirius was finally coming home to London, but Remus would soon discover that he wasn't the only one with new scars. Sirius may pretend he's the same after Azkaban, but his wounds go deep and it will take a lot of time, patience, and maybe even some words that Remus vowed he'd never confess to his best friend to heal them both.

Only Now by hpleems

When James organizes a Gryffindor summer outing, Remus and Sirius find themselves sharing a tent and are forced to face their fears and feelings. As Sirius and Remus navigate their changing relationship, the Marauders face seventh year, the First Wizarding War, & everything that lies beyond.

Living Any Other Way by waitforhightide

November, 1981: Remus Lupin gets a phone call from the animal shelter where he and Si—he and that man had put in interest for adopting a dog, and he can’t bear the thought of leaving it to be put down.

the lost generation by Jennbob

The Marauders era at Hogwarts, Voldemort's rise to power and the subsequent war, family loyalties and dishonour, and the struggles of friendship in a difficult time.

Night Dogs by grandilloquism

Sirius considers himself practically elderly at 35, Remus manages to scare up some adventure for his birthday, anyway.

Wish Fulfillment by swift_river_singing

Sirius let out a bark of surprised laughter and Remus watching his dark eyes and the shadows of his cheekbones felt the stupid fucking thing in his chest go taut, like his lungs were too big for his body. You see, he wanted to say, there you are, Sirius, it’s all right there still, can’t you just be? But instead he looked back down and fiddled with the parchment again, and Sirius scratched at his head absently and then Remus stood up to go find whatever sad dregs of whiskey were left in the cellar.

Summer 1995: Two emotionally stunted adults try to pick up the pieces.

What We Lost by toyhto

It had been too long since October 1981 when everything had stopped.

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ao3feed-kurthummel · 7 years

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One More Notch

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2l5r97h

by Eiiri

Coming up on Glee: Kurt and Blaine broke up. Now some kid from Wyoming just transferred to McKinley--and he's even taller than Finn, which is weird. Kurt thinks he's cute, but he's pretty sure he's straight. Everybody else seems to think New Kid should join Glee Club. How's that gonna turn out? Find out next, on Glee!

Words: 2548, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Dating Lives of Glee Club Boys

Fandoms: Glee

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, Finn Hudson, Mercedes Jones, Burt Hummel, Quinn Fabray, Will Schuester, Artie Abrams, Rachel Berry, Tina Cohen-Chang, Noah Puckerman, Santana Lopez, Brittany S. Pierce, Mike Chang, Sam Evans, Original Characters

Relationships: Kurt Hummel/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Past Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel, Not Klaine Friendly, Blaine is a Good Bro, Slow Burn, Graphic Descriptions of Past Violence, Past Abuse, Secret Relationship, Homophobia, Bisexuals Exist, Bisexual Male Character, Background Santana/Brittany - Freeform, Finn is a Good Stepbrother, Burt is a Good Dad, Horseback Riding, Nice Old Truck, Cowboys Are Sexy, High School, Tastes Like Blue, References to bullying, Teachers are Useless, Plot Important Music, forshadowing, Prom, Nationals, Teenaged Sexuality, Condoms, Virginity, The Glee Kids are Insane, Still Friends With the Ex

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2l5r97h This is an automatic feed of all new stories posted to the Kurt Hummel tag on AO3. Because of that, it is not guaranteed that Kurt is the main character in the story. There is also no judgment made as to ships, length, or warnings. Please verify content upon clicking through to AO3.

#ao3feed #fanfic #ao3 #kurt hummel

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eiirisworkshop · 13 days

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Title: Dress Up Rated: M Length: ~ 2.2k Summary:

“Oh, caro mio!” Angel singsonged, walking in with all six arms full of shopping bags and cardboard boxes in a wild range of shapes and sizes. “SÌ, bello?” Husk called back, busily taking stock of the bar well. “Costume shop had their annual clean-out and I got shit outa my fanmail box—wanna help me go through my haul, maybe figure out what I’m wearing out with Cherri tomorrow?” Husk looked over and blinked at how laden Angel was. “Yeah, gimme just a minute.” “Great!” Angel chirped, heading for the stairs. ~ When Angel comes home with a whole slew of new clothes and toys, Husk gets to enjoy the fashion show that comes with helping his boyfriend sort through his haul, and be there for him when some old memories get unexpectedly brought up, too.

#eiiri made this #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #angelhusk #huskerdust #fluff

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eiirisworkshop · 1 month

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Title: Sinful Superlatives Rated: M Length: ~ 4k Summary:Cherri got Angel yet another party game, and this time she actually joins in with the hotel game night to play it!

Excerpt:

“Okay, bitches!” The front door kicked in with a bang and Cherri strode in, holding a sleek black cardboard box over her head, Angel coming in behind her. “I have been forbidden from giving Angel any more party games if I don’t play ‘em with him, so I’m declaring Hotel Game Night. Hi, Vaggie!”

“Hi, Cherri,” Vaggie chuckled incredulously as Cherri tossed the box onto the lobby coffee table.

“I am,” Angel started to say to a startled-looking Charlie, then broke off, shaking his head with a laugh. “I was gonna say I’m sorry, but I’m really not. Hey, Husk,” he blew a kiss.

“Hey, asshole,” Husk returned casually, picking up the box. “What is this?”

“Drinking game,” Cherri said brightly.

Vaggie made a sound in her throat.

“And we’ve agreed,” Angel said pointedly, putting an arm around Charlie, hands on his hips, “that there is nothing wrong with adults engaging in social drinking with friends as long as no one’s getting pressured to drink. Isn’t that right?”

Charlie let out a breath. “We did have that conversation, yes.”

“Did I hear we’re playing a game?” Alastor asked, popping up out of nowhere, holding a concerningly goo-covered Niffty by one foot.

#eiiri made this #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin alastor #aroace alastor #hazbin hotel cherri bomb

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eiirisworkshop · 1 month

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Title: That’s Me Rated: M Length: ~600 words Read on Ao3 here. Summary: Angel has a moment of understanding about his relationship with Husk—while watching some of his own porn.

They were in Husk’s room for once, Husk frowning against his headboard with his arms crossed, Angel lounging across the green quilt, both facing the old tube TV perched precariously on top of the dresser, which was currently playing one of Angel’s videos.

The Angel on the screen leaned back against the big bull demon whose lap he was bouncing in, eyes closed and mouth open, gasping and moaning at a higher and higher pitch until he came with a mewling cry, splattering his own chest and stomach with jizz that clung to his fur pearlescent drops.

Husk levered himself off the bed with an irritable huff and tromped to the bathroom, leaving the door open.

“Hey,” Angel called after him, “you said you were down to watch.”

“I was,” Husk called back, taking a piss.

“Then what’s with the tude?”

Husk rezipped his pants and came back into the room. “That’s not what you sound like.”

Angel made a face and sat up. “What are you talking about?”

“That’s not what you sound like when you come,” Husk elaborated, jerking a thumb at the TV.

“Of course it is!” Angel also gestured at the TV, where the credits were now rolling over a slideshow of still pinup pictures of him. “That’s me! I—oh. That’s Angel Dust.”

Husk glanced between him and the TV a couple times, brow furrowed. “Yeah.”

“You don’t like Angel Dust.”

“Of course I do,” Husk said quickly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed next to him.

“No, I mean,” he shook his head. “I know ya like me, but you’ve been real damn clear that you don’t like the whole,” he gestured vaguely, “pornstar sexy persona thing. That’s Angel Dust, and you haven’t been fuckin’ Angel Dust.” He continued quiet, almost to himself. “You’ve just been fuckin’ Anthony….”

“Anthony?” Husk asked.

“‘At’s me,” he said, smile small, voice even smaller, almost embarrassed.

“Your name’s Anthony?”

He nodded. “I mean, ‘Angel’ is my name too, and nobody but some of the studio paperwork ever calls me Anthony anymore but, yeah.”

“...would you want me to?”

“Hm?”

“Would you want me to call you Anthony?” Husk offered. “Or, I dunno, Tony or somethin’?”

“Jeez, no,” Angel laughed, shaking his head. “I never went by Tony—there were already two other Tonys on the street. My sister used to call me Anth sometimes, though. But, nah, Angel’s fine, Angel’s good. Don’t worry about it.”

Husk smiled softly at Angel’s laughter. “Can I call you Anthony?”

“Do you…want to?”

Husk shrugged, smile broadening lopesidedly. “I kinda like it; it suits you.”

Angel shrugged too, blushing a little. “Wouldn’t mind—least not when it’s just us.”

“Okay,” Husk agreed. He found one of Angel’s hands with his own and interlaced their fingers. “So, Anthony—” Angel smiled, eyes crinkling “—ya wanna remind me what you sound like?”

“I can do that,” Angel purred and tackled Husk onto his back with his head just past the edge of the mattress, hat falling to the floor.

“Shit—yellow!” Husk clung to Angel, claws digging into his arms.

Angel rolled back towards the center of the bed, pulling Husk with him. “Sorry.”

Husk took a breath. “It’s okay, just—watch the edge a the bed and watch the wings.” He shook out his wings, grabbed his pillow, lay on top of it, and pulled Angel back on top of him, grumbling a fond, “Overeager little bitch.”

Angel straddled his lap and ran all four hands over his chest, grinning broadly. “That’s me!”

#eiiri made this #fanfiction #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust

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eiirisworkshop · 1 month

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Title: Help & Promises Rated: E Length: ~ 3k Summary:

“Okay,” Angel said once they were behind closed doors. He took a breath. “I—“ His phone buzzed in the back pocket of his jean shorts and he looked at it. “No, no, not answering that, no.” He dropped the phone into the top drawer of his dresser, closed it, and leaned back against it. He took another breath. “I am stressed the fuck out, you get one guess why, we don’t gotta go into it, but I need to get my mind the fuck off a it ‘fore I start making decisions I’ma hate myself for later. Can we fuck?” “Uh,” Husk blinked. “Please?” Angel added, suddenly unsure. “You said you wouldn’t mind that being a repeat thing.” “Yeah, no, I did,” Husk agreed quickly. “Just, wasn’t expecting this to go there.” ~*~ Angel asks Husk to help distract him from a stressful day and that distraction takes the form of getting to know each other a little better—in both a friendly and physical sense—and Angel making good on his promise to ride Husk next time. This is a direct sequel to A Gentlemen's Agreement in the Small Hours. It can be read as standalone, but will be more fun with context.

#eiiri made this #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #angelhusk

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eiirisworkshop · 10 days

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Title: Perché Non Entrambi? (Why Not Both?) Rated: E Length: ~ 5k Summary:

“Not a deal,” Husk clarified as he took Alastor’s hand. “An agreement,” Alastor nodded. Angel got up from his stool. “Shall we, gentlemen?” Alastor silently looped his arm through one of Angel’s as they headed for the stairs. Angel held an arm out on the other side for Husk, who ducked comfortably under it so it rested across his shoulders. “Well,” Angel mused, “this is about to be either fuckin’ incredible or a total disaster.” ~ After a rough day, Angel's sure he wants one or the other of his partners to get his mind off of things, but he's not sure which one. Turns out "both" is an option.

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Title: To Be Treated Write Rated: E Length: ~ 5k Summary:

When Angel comes home in a bad state after a rough day at work with Valentino, his friends at the hotel all want to help however they can. The help he wants, only Husk, as his confidant and lover, can give him. With the right care—a shower, a smoke, some food made with love, some sex on his own terms—Angel ends the night in a better place than he started it.

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Title: Daddy Rated: E Length: ~ 5k Summary:

Angel sighed and shrugged, facing away as he wiped at his fur. “I have a little tiny bit of a breeding kink. Hasn’t reared its head in a while. It’s dumb; don’t worry about it.” “I don’t think it’s dumb,” Husk said softly. Angel sighed again, turned to face Husk, and lay down on his side. Husk lay with him. Angel picked at a spot on the blanket between them. “It’s just…not something I’ve ever really played with.” Husk arched an eyebrow. “Not everyday we find somethin’ you haven’t done.” “Yeah,” he snorted a little half laugh. Husk brushed a gentle kiss between his eyes. “Would you want to?” “Hm?” “Play with that?” “I…don’t know,” Angel admitted quietly. “It kinda…butts up against some raw edges, even just private in my own head, so….” ~ Angel feels safe enough with Husk to explore one of his more sensitive kinks—turns out it’s a sensitive topic for both of them, but that may just be all the more reason to explore it together.

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I want to post something, but I don't have anything finished, so you get a sneak peak at the sequel to my Star Trek fic, Chiaroscuro. Enjoy!

Admiral Fitzgerald sighed and ran a hand over his face. “If I promise you you'll get another ship, will you take the damn promotion?”

Kirk crossed his arms. “If I can get that promise in writing from all the top brass, sure.”

“I'll see if I can swing that.” The Admiral pinched the bridge of his nose. “You're impossible, Kirk, I hope you know that. And you get away with more than you should, because, unfortunately, you really are that good.” He folded his hands on the desk. “What was it the two of you wanted to see me about, anyway?”

Kirk looked sidelong at Spock.

“We have a question, or rather a requirement, regarding our respective next assignments, for logistical reasons,” Spock said coolly.

“More demands,” Fitzgerald snorted. “What's this requirement of yours?”

“Nothing huge,” Kirk assured him. “It's just, wherever we're posted, if we're going to be there for four years or longer, we need to either be assigned together, or within a day or two's travel from one another.”

“Together would be preferable,” Spock added. “Simpler.”

“Uhhuh.” Fitzgerald looked unimpressed. “Why?”

“Well, um….” Kirk looked to Spock again.

Spock was staring fixedly at a book on the shelf behind the Admiral. “Certain circumstances arose over the course of our recent mission that resulted in the establishment of a particular kind of psyonic link between myself and the Captain. The phenomenon is extraordinarily common among Vulcans, but rare with members of other species. It was unavoidable, but it does now mean that the two of us must have at least periodic access to one another.”

“Or else what?”

“It would be fatal,” Spock said simply.

Fitzgerald nodded slowly and leaned on one elbow towards Kirk. “Does this, by any chance, have something to do with that detour you took the Enterprise to Vulcan a few years ago?”

“Short answer: yes,” Kirk said carefully.

“Well,” Fitzgerald leaned back in his chair, “I happen know that Commander Spock's next assignment is a four year teaching stint here at the Academy, and Captain, there's some fighting over you but it's looking like you'll be spending those four years behind a desk in one department or another, and unless Wyoming or Luna make particularly convincing cases for needing you before the ceremony Friday, it's looking like you'll be either here or in L.A. I figure that's easy enough travel.”

“Yes sir,” Kirk said along with Spock, biting back the urge to point out that the Admiral could have just told them they would be posted near each other anyway.

“If that's everything, I do believe you've already been given your accommodation assignments,” Fitzgerald said. “It's late, you've had a long day, and I know it can be rough to readjust to living by an actual day/night cycle again.”

“One more thing about that, actually,” Kirk said quickly.

“Captain,” Spock warned lowly.

“I was hoping one or both of us could be reassigned,” Kirk continued, ignoring the man who was no longer his First Officer. “So we're not on opposite ends of campus, at least. If there's not a good way to do that, I know the flats over at the north end of Academy housing are never full, that would work too.”

“Jim,” Spock warned again.

The Admiral looked back and forth between the two of them and tilted his head curiously. “Is this whole psyonic link business some kind of sex thing?”

“I do not believe that question is appropriate, Admiral,” Spock bit with a stern, cold evenness that almost came across as polite.

“Maybe not, but I think it's warranted. Kirk, you know those flats are family housing. They're for married couples and parents with kids. So unless the two of you are planning on getting hitched—”

“By Vulcan standards I'm pretty sure we already are!” Kirk exclaimed.

“Jim.”

“What? We are, aren't we?”

“Yes,” Spock confirmed, “but I do not appreciate your disclosing that without consulting me.”

“Well, hell,” Fitzgerald sighed. “Kirk, half the ladies in Starfleet are going to be heartbroken.”

“I don't think that comment was appropriate, either, Admiral,” Kirk said.

Fitzgerald shrugged. “You're the one who just told your boss you shacked up with your XO without clearing it with him first. Look, do you have some kind of documentation? A Vulcan marriage certificate, if there is such a thing?”

“There is, but we do not,” Spock said.

“Then there's nothing I can do for you. I couldn't get anything changed for you tonight, regardless. Go get some rest. You're both dismissed.”

Spock nodded once, turned on his heel, and strode out. Kirk followed with a tight “Yes, sir,” to the Admiral.

Despite the hour, there were still plenty of people coming and going in the halls—Starfleet never really slept—but Kirk and Spock did manage to get an elevator to themselves. Kirk punched the button for the lobby and the doors closed.

“You should have conferred with me,” Spock said to his reflection in the polished metal door.

“You're right, I should have, I'm sorry.” Kirk deflated against the elevator wall. He was exhausted. And starving.

“How and when to inform Starfleet of our relationship was not your call to make unilaterally.”

“They were going to find out sooner or later, and we were already halfway to telling Fitzgerald, but you're right, and I'm sorry.” He took a breath and shoved away from the wall as they neared their floor. “I'll grovel, I'll walk you through my thought process back there, whatever you want from me, but can we do it over food? I haven't eaten anything since the cheese and fruit and crackers at that third press conference.”

Spock's gaze slid over to him, carefully—ominously—blank. After a breath he dipped his head in acquiescence. The door dinged open and they stepped out.

“I recommend both,” Spock said as they walked through the lobby.

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