Repo!Hats AU Chats – ghostofgatsby + CookiesAndKatanas

“I can give you something to ease the withdrawals, Smith.” Sips informs him, taking a seat behind his desk. “You’re one of the best Repo men I have now.” He smiles and swirls his drink. “If you need something…you only need to ask.”
Smith shakily sits down across from him. “You’d- you’d do that for me?” Once again he isn’t sure if he’s earned his place, with all that Sipsco has given him.
“Course I would.” Sips smirks darkly. “I take care of my own, Smith. It’s the least I can do.”

Smith was never one for the aimless chatter in the locker room after a shift, but now he doesn’t even startle like he’s snapped out of a daze when he’s addressed. He mumbles and seems half asleep during and after a shift. He used to be the one to drive them all back but soon Trott takes over that, and Smith doesn’t even seem to care.
Ross and Trott, kept awake at night by Smith’s later restlessness, start wondering what exactly’s going on behind the curtain at Sipsco. “Sips didn’t get to where he is with a heart of gold…”

(a chatfic collab with CookiesandKatanas)

Rating: Mature

CW/Tags: murder/death/knives/killing; abuse and manipulation; twisted morals; violence; drug use/addiction/drinking; arguing. dubious.
If we need to tag anything else, let us know.

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the multitudinous seas incarnadine – ghostofgatsby

Ross opens his mouth to say something, but the floor in front of him shakes with a loud bang and a blinding blaze of holy light flashes from the doorway. When Ross can see again, he looks up slowly.
Leather dress shoes have burned the “Off” part of the welcome mat by the door, so it only reads “Fuck” instead. Swirling gold and silver magic intertwines up a khaki-colored trench coat. A grizzled beard and dark, burning eyes scan the living room as golden sigils float in the air around his face, protecting him from the remaining threshold magic fighting back.
“Knock knock,” teases Angor, with a smile completely devoid of kindness or mercy. A badge for Magical Law & Safety is clipped to his lapel.
Smith stares over the back of the couch, sucking in a ragged breath through his teeth. “Angor…”

Rating: Mature

CW: Hurt/Comfort, Torture, Dissociation, Mind Games, mindfuckery, Manipulation, Blood, Violence, Pain, bruises, Panic, Interrogation, Hallucination, Magic, scars, burns, Injury, Smoking, see fic for more details per chapter. If I need to tag something, let me know.

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Colder Heavens- Blanco White

for the hedge maze AU, as seen on the Discord chatroom.

Vampire Monarchy AU

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

Smith, a blood-bound human caught in Nano-the-vampire-queen’s web of manipulation, kidnaps people and takes them to Nano’s castle to feed her and her army of vampiric servants. Trott is a vampire who moves to the city, and becomes slowly enamored of Smith.

or, “I wrote this for the neck biting and it turned into hurt/comfort angst”

cw: (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?
If I need to tag something, let me know.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you – ghostofgatsby

Trott and Smith run off together, living in abandoned buildings and crappy apartments, walking late at night, and exploring the city. They build a new life together, and despite it’s ups and downs, Trott enjoys himself and his life more than he ever has.

A collection of one-shots, drabbles, and notes on the lives of the water fae before a court, before Ross, before Sips, and before it all comes crashing down. Through the waves of rivers and seas, they are each other’s anchors and the current that keeps them close, no matter how unsteady.

Rating: Explicit/NSFW/Mature/Teen/Mixed Ratings

CW: sex, fae manipulation, drinking, knives, blood, death/murder. tags and cws vary for each chapter. If I need to tag anything else, let me know.

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Doing It To Death- The Kills

Another death and sex song for my favorite kelpie.

upon this bank and shoal of time – ghostofgatsby

They laugh as they dart between the lamplight and the shadows and dance around lampposts. Once at the river, they kick off their shoes. The moonlight shines across the surface of the water.
Smith walks backwards into the river. “Come on, to shake the summer heat from our skin.” He beckons.
“It isn’t as warm out as it was at high noon. Won’t it be too cold?” she questions.
“We can warm up.” He smirks and reaches out for her. “Come in with me.”

Rating: Explicit

CW: drowning, death, fae manipulation, underwater sex, crunching of bones/trampling to death (somewhat gory violence), fighting, small injury
If I need to tag something else, let me know.

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Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows – ghostofgatsby

They kiss for what seems like an endless amount of time, grinding with the beat of the music. The man’s lips are tempting, and every moan that spills from them is music to Sips’ ears.
Sips leans their foreheads together when the kiss breaks, and stares back into darkened green eyes.
“How would you like to be king for the night?” The young man whispers hot against his ear.
Sips pulls his head back and raises an eyebrow. “King for the night? Better be some damn good servitude,” he says smoothly.
“Oh, trust me-” The man winks, his eyes shining in the neon above. “There will be.”

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

CW: fae manipulation, drinking, knives, blood, blood drinking, mentions of scars and death/murder. also, Trott cuts Sips’ palm in the ritual. I wasn’t quite sure what to tag that as, but that’s in there too. If I need to tag anything else, let me know.

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Songbird – ghostofgatsby

Smith mounts the stage and walks into the spotlight where a mic beckons for him.
The air is humid from the concentration of people in the room. Every inhale he takes is thick with incense and smoke, and it makes him dizzy.
But he can’t faint on stage. The magic prevents him from it.
Smith slowly wraps his hand around the microphone before him. His fingers slide down the stand. He can feel the magic start to stick to him, collecting, waiting to pull everything his has out through his song. His stomach twists, because he knows what comes after a stellar performance- pain and a broken voice.
But Smith opens his mouth and sings.

Rating: Mature

CW: fae? manipulation (it’s magical, not sure if it’s fae-related or not), manipulation, abuse; mentions of violence, death, and blood, smoking
If I need to tag something else, let me know.

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Urban Magic Yogs Characters

brief descriptions of/headcanons about my UMY characters
from my series “I’d kill for you. I’d die for you, I’d live for you.”

cw: mentions of fae manipulation, drowning, death, and knives.
If I need to tag something else, let me know.