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Vaguely Wizard-of-Oz-Framed Theater-Actor AU

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

Inspired by this Lin-Manuel Miranda tweet:

“Good morning.
Brains.
Heart.
Courage.
Dope shoes.
You’re ready, Dorothy. Let’s go.”

cw: theatre shenanigans, crappy first meetings, assholes, arguing/yelling/fighting, acting out drinking issues, relationship problems, gendered slurs?, car accident (no injuries), brief mention of familial death/homophobia in a play
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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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hockey AU

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

Once upon a time I had ideas about a hockey AU.

cw: nothing that I can think of. brief mention of injury, mention of past breakups/exes?
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Futuristic Dystopian AU

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

In the far future, society is divided into social classes- the elite, wealthy citizens of the city, and the mongrel, poor citizens of the slums. The Elite Syndicate, the highest members of the wealthy class, control the government, and are forbidden from any interests and social pursuits that would threaten their work- except for hiring lower-class “pets” to entertain them. After Trott, one of the elite, saves Smith from rival gang members, the chance encounter thrusts Smith into the false utopia of the upper class, and the limitations and laws that control their very existence. The developing relationship tests the societal constraints between the two, and for better or worse, others begin to take notice.

aka the Ai No Kusabi AU that I don’t want to admit to
except no hair color designation, no forced slavery/kidnapping, no underage, no brainwashing/stockholm syndrome/emotional manipulation by the elite love interest
Trott as Iason, Smith as Riki, Ross as Guy, Sips as Raul

cw: consensual/agreed upon/slightly blackmailed into sexual slavery, dubiousness, sex work, mention of drugging and scars, threats of murder, collars, restraints, exhibitionism/voyeurism, other bdsm aspects, and probably some manipulation from other characters
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Of Triplets and Polyrhythms – ghostofgatsby

As Ross rounds the corner, he sees something hidden under the bleachers. Or rather, two someones. Smith and Trott are making out next to a pillar.
Ross stumbles to a stop and stares, unable to look away. Trott’s hand is in Smith’s hair and Smith’s hands are on Trott’s hips. He’s got a knee between Trott’s, and he’s-
Fuck.
Fuck you, and your PDA.

Alex Smith and Chris Trott are dating. And to Ross Hornby, it is the weirdest fucking thing on the planet.

Rating: Teen

CW: none that I can think of, besides public displays of affection, awkwardness, embarrassment, making out, and heavy petting/grinding. language as is canon.

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Swagger in a Suit – ghostofgatsby

In the height of the afternoon, in the heart of Las Vegas, three music producers sit in their office building, crowded around today’s paper. The entertainment section has a blown-up, grey picture of a man in a suit and tie, looking away from the photographer disinterestedly.
The shortest of the trio clears his throat and reads the headline out in a questionable tone. “Swinging Singer Sips To Be Crowned King of Scat?”
“King of scat? More like king of shat, am I right?” Smith growls.

Rating: Teen

CW: cursing as is common of Shatfilms

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