Vampire Biker Gang AU

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

Probably could have also uploaded this for Halloween, but oh well.

While late night driving awhile ago, there were what looked like multiple headlights out in the cornfields, because there were farmers out there harvesting or whatever that late (like, 8/9pm) with the motorcycles out and about, too. And the lads’ Biker Gang stuff made me think of a meeting in the middle of nowhere, and a circle of headlights in the night, the only light for miles.

cw: nsfw; blood, sex, biting
If I need to tag something, let me know.

‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy – ghostofgatsby

“Who the fuck are you?” Sips asks, looking frantically around himself for an exit. He’s being penned in.
Slowly, two, three, four humanoid figures rise up- gray golem-like forms made from the ground beneath his dress shoes. The figures are silent as they shuffle closer. Their arms reach for Sips robotically. He can’t pull away when hands wrap around his forearm, his shoulder, his wrist.
“Hey, let go! Fuck off!” He starts to struggle, and the figures’ grips tighten painfully.
Another concrete hand reaches for Sips, but before it can touch him, the bond erupts.

Rating: Mature

CW: minor violence/injury; mention of gun/gunshot wounds/attempted murder/viscera/actual murder/blood; arguing; smoking; drinking; talk about death and personal sacrifice (not the ritual kind); minor depressive mood
If I need to tag something else, let me know.

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constant as the northern star – ghostofgatsby

Smith wakes to a shaking bed and an over-excited gargoyle. The mattress is sliding back and forth in the bedframe like an earthquake has started in the room.
He regretfully peeks his eyes open. Ross is shaking the bed by the footboard, with his hands pushed under the mattress to get a good grip.
“Smith, wake up! We’re going camping today!”

“I don’t want to go back…” he sighs loud enough for only Trott to overhear, “but I have to.”

Or, Smith and the rest of the Garbage Court go camping, and despite this being a vacation for everyone, there are things they hold onto that don’t quite disappear.

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

CW: sex. bad horse-fucking jokes. neither of which are in the same scene.
mention of drowning/dead bodies, mention of scars, brief mention of blood and bloodstained clothing. very minor depressive mood, but it’s mostly shown as unease/uncertainty/agitation. there isn’t much of that. it’s more implied than anything.
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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to be or not to be – ghostofgatsby

Smith has to wonder- was he only destined to repeat the same mistakes? Was that all he was, a repetition of his failures?
Life slipped through his hands like grains of sand, and Smith felt powerless to stop it.
When was he ever anything different than the river, and the death that ran through it as surely as the blood in his veins?
He used to be so sure in himself and what he was, but now he isn’t sure of anything.

Rating: Mature (Explicit 5th chapter)

CW: Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Addiction, Drowning, Death, Fae manipulation, Knives, Blood, Murder, Arguing, Arson, Fire, Suicidal Ideation/Thoughts. see fic for breakdowns per chapter.

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damned guilty deeds to a sinners mind – ghostofgatsby

If you’re looking for respite in the city, for a solution for something dark, there are too many options with a variety of consequences. Smith was looking for something more effective. If the nightmares were a prophecy, if he was destined to some horrible death, he wanted to avoid it at all costs.
And if there’s anyone who can change your fate, it’s the Norn.

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

CW: Graphic violence. Content warnings broken down per chapter.
nightmares, death, drowning, fae manipulation, sex, memory loss, fighting, violence, mentions of/allusions to past abuse (physical/emotional), altered mental state,  knives, blood, injuries/wounds, smoking, gore, dead bodies, ghosts/spectres, illness

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my black and deep desires – ghostofgatsby

Ever since Sips almost drowned, the Garbage Court has been high strung and murderous. Trott is getting nowhere close to finding out who had put the hit out on Sips, and he knows the entire incident has negatively affected his whole court. In particular, something isn’t right with Smith.

“Something’s on your mind, isn’t it?” He pets the side of Smith’s face, feeling the roughness of his beard.
“I keep…seeing Sips.” The kelpie starts, reaching up and lacing his fingers with Trott’s. He lets them fall to his lap. “Every time I…drown someone.”

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

CW: drowning, murdering, getting off on murdering someone via drowning, fae manipulation, death, and sex

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within the hollow crown the rounds the mortal temples of a king – ghostofgatsby

The sky was bright and the day was hot and perfect for swimming. Sips was reclined in an inflatable raft, floating in the pool of his mansion, clad in only his swim trunks.
A shadow casts over him and he pries opens his eyes with a smirk.
“Ey, Smiffy, you’re blocking my sunshine!”
But it’s not Smiffy.
In fact, it’s someone with a gun.

Rating: Mature

CW: drowning, hospitals, mention of blood, surgery, mention of guns/gunshot wounds, talk of death. talk of religion.

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