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Sweet Temptations – ghostofgatsby

Sips’ Sundaes was an ice cream parlor not-so-secretly for supernatural and human customers both. So far, Sips had yet to actually make anything vampires specifically could enjoy, but humans kept coming back without complaint. Trott liked his job serving customers while Sips worked in the cold storage room mixing new flavors. The time Trott got to spend chatting with the cute postal delivery guy was also a nice bonus.

Rating: Mature

CW: blood, biting, blood drinking, minor injuries (bicycle accident, i.e. scrapes to hands/arms), first aid
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for the moments between – ghostofgatsby

A handful of scenes with a newly-crowned Sips and the rest of the Garbage Court.

Includes parties, cuddles, food, and Smith in an corset.

(chapters range in rating from Teen to Explicit)

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

CW: sex, knives, If I need to tag anything else, let me know.

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Down to the Bottom of the Sea – ghostofgatsby

Ross splutters as another wave crashes down upon him, soaking him further in icy water. He clings onto a piece of the starboard bow, cutting his palms on the barnacles. The waves crash into him, and he’s slipping no matter how hard he tries to stay afloat.
From the neck down his body is slowly freezing, numbness soaking through him like the cloak of death. His hair is plastered to his head and his clothes are stuck to his back. The water is a terrible, drenching cold, and there’s a feeling of doom within him.
Ross is going down with this ship, and nothing is going to save him from it.

Rating: Mature

CW: mass drowning at sea, death, Major character death (it’s not graphic), slightly creepy ship captains, drowning, shipwrecks, body horror, dead bodies, afterlife, souls
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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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I howl at the moon, but nobody’s home – ghostofgatsby

“Smith-” Strife stammered, “Trott challenged Brindley on his command- and Brindley’s taken that as a threat. We can’t stop Brindley, but if others don’t intervene Trott’s as good as dead.”
Smith’s heart plummeted into his stomach, and he shoved past Strife with fear climbing up his throat. “Fuck, he’s going to kill him…” he mumbled hoarsely. He didn’t bother to lock the door as he set off into a run, shedding his clothes and shifting into the wolf form he knew instinctively.

The bonds between Smith and Trott, and the bonds between themselves and their pack, are tested when the Alpha exiles Trott from their territory. Trott leaves Smith behind, but winter brings them more than just cold and loneliness.

Rating: Mature

CW: blood, violence, threats/insults/fighting, wounds/injuries, scars
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Casual Afternoon – ghostofgatsby

Nano’s fingers tangle in Trott’s hair and tighten, while his lips and teeth worry a dark mark under her jawline. She’s burning hot under his palms, a fact unchanged by the chill of the air conditioning in the room. His fingertips skim up her thighs and around her sides, following the hem of her t-shirt- the only thing she’d left on.

It’s a sunny, warm afternoon, but Nano and Trott have something other than a lazy summer day on their mind.

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

CW: Biting, bruises. If I need to tag anything else, let me know.

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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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