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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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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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Of the Living and the Dead – ghostofgatsby + ArcsArksandArches

“Oh there you are,” purrs Nano, twisting her fingers through Ross’s hair. “You’ve turned into quite the social butterfly, Smith. Two whole new friends in one year! No wonder you’ve been neglecting me.”
Smith’s mouth opens but no words come out. His eyes track back and forth, from Nano’s rage-filled smirk to Ross’s dawning realization of who Smith is, who he must be.
“Clearly two new friends is at least one too many,” Nano coos, drawing Ross’s head back against her thigh. “I don’t blame you for Trott. He’s got tricks, that one. I should’ve warned you, protected you. But this one-” She jerks Ross by the hair, hard enough to bring him up to his knees with a cry of pain. “This one is entirely your fault.”

(a chatfic collab with ArcsArksandArches. find the original headcanon post here.)

Rating: Mature

CW/Tags: (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?, Violence, Injury, implied blood magic; mention of scars, drinking, amateur stitches, slight body horror?, implied murder/death, fighting.
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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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College Basketball Pining AU

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

Sports broadcaster Smith pines over basketball player Trott, in a world of college athletics, career internships, and complicated feelings.

It’s march madness, so this happened.

cw: minor injury, aftermath of a fight, blood, mention of fainting though no fainting occurs
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