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If The Sky’s The Limit – ghostofgatsby

Smith can’t help but keep grinning, running his eyes along the panels of buttons and reminding himself of what they were all for. His first spaceflight, in the jets built to handle low atmospheric pressure and interplanetary warfare. His heart is thudding in his chest and his palms are sweating through his gloves. He knows Ross and Trott are watching from the sidelines, and wonders if they’re as nervous as he is.

Rating: Teen

CW: none If I need to tag anything, let me know.

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contemporary dancer AU

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

Newly single, Smith vows to focus on his dancing technique and style and not on relationships of any kind. But of course, two members of his troupe work their way into his heart.


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If Gravity Makes Us Who We Are – ghostofgatsby

“This is not fun, I take it back! I take it back!” Ross whined as he tried to stop his spinning in zero gravity.
“I’m going to fucking hurl.” His momentum propelled him closer to Trott, who tried to back away in panic.
“Don’t fucking puke on me, Ross. I’ll kill you.” Trott tried futilely to paddle away, to no use.
Smith was upside down, laughing so hard at his friend’s flailing that his sides hurt.

Smith, Ross, and Trott, newly recruited to the space division, experience zero gravity for the first time.

Rating: Teen (for language)

CW: mention of vomiting though it doesn’t actually happen If I need to tag anything else, let me know.

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If The Planets Align – ghostofgatsby

Smith runs. His feet pound the pavement so hard it hurts, his chest tight as he forces himself up three flights of stairs to the apartment. By the time he reaches the door, he is so out of breath he can hardly get the key in the lock.

Smith gets his acceptance letter to the space division.

Rating: Mature

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

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If Constellations Tell Our Stories – ghostofgatsby

Ross is halfway inside the underbelly of a plane when he gets the phone call. He extracts himself and hooks his wrench in his belt, feeling his pocket vibrate. His grubby hands fumble his phone out of his overalls. “Trott, mate. What’s up?”
Trott’s voice is tired. “You need to come meet me down at medical.”
“Medical? Why, did something happen?” Ross rolls out from under the plane, heart thudding in his chest.
“Smith got in a fight again.”

Rating: Mature

CW: Minor Injuries, Fighting/Bullying, mentions of homophobia. Bruises, hurtcomfort
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Lucidity – ghostofgatsby

When Trott had pulled Smith from the ship wreckage that came ashore during the storm, he’d thought the man to be dead, what with a leg splintered in the wrong direction. Trott didn’t ask Smith why he’d been out to sea with a forecast of bad weather; in return, Smith didn’t ask why Trott lived alone, so far from coastal cities. Smith had his own secrets, his own scars, and his own stories to rival Trott’s. Neither were willing to admit they were hiding- from themselves, or from things they couldn’t change.

Rating: Mature

CW: Illness, Injury, Shipwreck, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Scars, mention of blades/knives/surgery(amateur medicine/stitching), talk of water/storms?
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sky pirate AU

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

A steampunk-y pirate idea with airships, cloud cities, and feuds between greedy nobles and thieving pirates.

cw: mention of guns and swords. If I need to tag something, let me know.

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