Author Archives: ghostofgatsby

Coffee and Company – ghostofgatsby

Sips sits down beside Trott, pressing up against his side and handing him his drink. Sips’ calico scarf flutters in the wind, discordant coloring draped over his burgundy and black bomber jacket. “Caramel macchiato for you, and a mocha frappuccino for me.” He clinks his styrofoam cup against Trott’s, and stretches his free arm across the back of the park bench.
Sips glances at the river and frowns. “Aw, shit, I forgot to bring bread for the ducks.”

Rating: Teen

CW: language? If I need to tag anything else, let me know.

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Up To Something – ghostofgatsby

Smith was folding and sorting laundry on the couch when the doorbell rang.
Trott perked up excitedly, shifting where he sat beside Smith.
“Stay, Trott,” Smith reminded him as he stood up and left the room to answer the door. “Good boy.”
Ross was coming over today. Trott and Smith had asked Ross if he’d be interested hanging out while Trott was in puppy mode, and it was a little daunting, introducing someone to Trott’s whole puppy persona. But Trott couldn’t be worried- because Ross coming over only meant company, and dogs loved company.
This afternoon, all Trott had to do was be his best pup self.

Rating: Mature

Tags: Gentle BDSM, Non-Sexual Intimacy/Kink, Puppy Play

CW: nothing I can think of?
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Royal Charm – ghostofgatsby

Trott carefully put in his triangular earrings, examining his reflection in the mirror in his palace bedroom. The ornate frame was mounted to his vanity table, which was currently scattered with makeup containers and on which sprawled one very fluffy white and tan cat.
“What do you think, Eric? Good enough?”

Trott gets ready for an important meeting. (A Princess Diaries inspired AU.)

Rating: Teen

CW: nothing I can think of
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breaking the chains – ghostofgatsby

The line shortened quickly, and Ross swiftly moved up to the front. He fiddled with the laminated backstage pass on the lanyard around his neck, trying to remember what it was he was going to say, suddenly overwhelmed with a burst of nerves. He’d never been able to meet Smith directly like this before, even though he’d been a fan for a long time.
“Hello,” Smith said simply. His blue eyes met Ross’, and he smiled.
Fuck, this was actually happening. Shit.

Rating: Mature

CW: language? nothing I can think of. mention of smoke.
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hair betrothal AU

Random ideas/headcanons that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

I saw some art and then thought up another royalty arranged marriage AU that has to do with hair braiding and hair cutting and fancy scissors and kingdoms trying to prevent more war. And then of course that means slow burn complicated relationship feels.

I started writing this as Character A/B/C-fill-in-the-blank style and then changed my mind, so sorry if this reads weird because of that.

cw: war, death, uhh hair cutting/scissors, murder, arranged marriage of convenience

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the wild things we are – ghostofgatsby

Breaking through the sound of the speakers blasting new wave and hawkers advertising carnival games came the revving of motorcycles.
Trott craned his head towards the noise, watching the shop browsers clear fast as two bikers peeled up the path. Dressed in black leather jackets, tight jeans, and metal band t-shirts, the familiar duo was distinctly different from the neon, tropical tourists surrounding the area. Smith and Ross were enigmatic and entertaining, and accepted Trott into their fold easier than anyone before ever had.
They were the only thing about Santa Carla that made it interesting- two damn attractive vampires.

Rating: Mature

CW: blood, biting/sexual wrist/neck biting. blood drinking, ritualistic-ness
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like the sun through the blinds – ghostofgatsby

Sips climbed up, straddling Ross’ hips and smiling down at his work, tying Ross’ wrists and ankles to the bedposts.
Ross blinked owlishly up at him. There was a faint blush in his cheeks, and Sips brushed the back of his finger across it. “You okay?” he asked.
Ross nodded. Sips watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m- I’m good.”

Rating: Mature

CW: implied death/injury because kelpies I guess?
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