Fic Rec (C Team- Walnut x Brahma)

https://cteamslashfic.blogspot.com/2017/05/her-dreams-are-haunted.html

Her Dreams are Haunted by Those Folks

(Teen, Gen and F/F, Walnut/Brahma, mild gore, death, blood, animal death, the worst creepy crawly things, also spoilers for the Doomgate Inn)

More C Team fic, wooooo!

(Have no idea what I’m talking about? check out this post)

The cast are so super supportive about slash/fandom creativity, which I love.

Also, to the author known as Those Folks: highest of fives on being the people who took the risk and made such good fic. (If you want me to take down the links to your work, though, let me know.) There needs to be more C Team fic in the world, and I hope I can get around to writing some of it, too.

swallow me whole – ghostofgatsby

Edith’s Diner was the kind of place that slow-cooked their sauce and baked pasta dishes in ceramic crockery. Truckers, vacationing families, regulars, and the lost few who needed a hot meal and had nowhere else to go wound up at Edith’s.
Smith was one of those few.

A fic with truck stop hookers and angst.

Rating: Mature

CW: Sex Work, Miscommunication, Lying, Angst, mention of visiting a health clinic/being aware of sexually transmitted infections and HIV; mention of drinking
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Fuck Botany – ghostofgatsby

Sips crosses his arms over his chest, turning towards Smith and smiling bemusedly. “You know I don’t want my students to fail, right?”
“S-Dr. Sips, sir, look, I’ll do anything. You can’t just- there has to be- there has to be something.” He’s a damn inch from begging.
“You must really need this grade, huh?”
“I’d suck your fucking dick for an A, mate.” Smith finds himself saying brashly.

Rating: Explicit

CW: nsfw; both parties enter this scenario consensually and mutually, but take note that Sips is Smith’s professor, so there’s an uneven sort of power between them since Smith’s doing this for his grades.
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Of the Living and the Dead – ghostofgatsby + ArcsArksandArches

“Oh there you are,” purrs Nano, twisting her fingers through Ross’s hair. “You’ve turned into quite the social butterfly, Smith. Two whole new friends in one year! No wonder you’ve been neglecting me.”
Smith’s mouth opens but no words come out. His eyes track back and forth, from Nano’s rage-filled smirk to Ross’s dawning realization of who Smith is, who he must be.
“Clearly two new friends is at least one too many,” Nano coos, drawing Ross’s head back against her thigh. “I don’t blame you for Trott. He’s got tricks, that one. I should’ve warned you, protected you. But this one-” She jerks Ross by the hair, hard enough to bring him up to his knees with a cry of pain. “This one is entirely your fault.”

(a chatfic collab with ArcsArksandArches. find the original headcanon post here.)

Rating: Mature

CW/Tags: (Psychological) Manipulation, Low Self Esteem, Self Loathing, Kidnapping, Hopelessness, Blood, Blood Drinking, Biting, dark, twisted morals, vampires keeping humans as pets, slightly kinky leanings, coerced obedience?, Violence, Injury, implied blood magic; mention of scars, drinking, amateur stitches, slight body horror?, implied murder/death, fighting.
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