So it's been about four months since I posted any brothelers fic, which is I think about eight years in internet time. But giglet kept pestering gently encouraging, and iuliamentis kept telling me I could do it, and I myself kept finding this bit way too entertaining, so the other night I finished a story I started a long, long time ago. This fits into the chronology somewhere before all the other stories set in the brothel so far.

Brothel AU. Don/Charlie, incest, prostitution, silliness, NC-17.
How was work?

( After Hours )

Previous parts:

Safe and Sound
Clocking Out
At the End of the Day
Morning Lessons
Mr. Wednesday Two O'Clock
Today's Special (violence)
Never Reaching an End
Homeward
Bound (NC-17)
Don and Charlie's Day Off
Stockton
Quiet and Still
Thinking of Jumping
On the Couch

Part fourteen of the hookerfic, because mojokid pestered me for gently encouraged the next bit and I realized I'd actually written most of it already. This one follows on directly from Stockton, taking place when Charlie is seventeen.

Warning: references to underage sex/statutory rape.

( On the Couch )

Suddenly there is fic! Everywhere!

raucousraven posted two Numb3rs five-things: Five Things Charlie Doesn't Know and Five Times Don Doesn't Call His Family. Both gen, both lovely.

thexyboombang posted a little Don/Charlie ficlet: Pendulum. It swings back and forth, see?

And! julad has a story in the summercon zine, also Don/Charlie, and much more summery and light than her last one: Frictionless is a lovely sunny late-summer day of a fic.

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And, last and least coherently, yet more of the Randomly Non-Linear Hookerfic: Now with more Colby! Because, admit it, you wondered what Colby was up to.

( Thinking of Jumping )

Remember that time when I said brothelfic really needed to be linear? Let's forget all about that now.

The title of this one comes from a Girlyman song, "Superior," which is about a parent and child (with a cameo by Lake Superior, yes, which contributes significantly to my affection for it, yes) and includes the lines: when I wake, it takes a minute to remember / why it's so quiet and still...


( Quiet and Still )

Brothelfic! Of which I have had one line written on a scrap of paper for months. In which the timeline goes awry: this section is actually gen. Or. Pre-cest? Something like that.

Charlie was seventeen when he turned up on the doorstep of his brother's apartment.

( Stockton )

It's been ages since I wrote any brothelfic, but today was a holiday and I was feeling inspired, so, part 10!

Don/Charlie, incest, not explicit.
Follows on directly from Bound.
Betaed by iuliamentis over writely, which is a fun fun toy (and handy for writing at work without storing anything incriminating on the hard drive, not that I would do ever do anything like that or anything).

Ahem.

( Don and Charlie's Day Off )


Previous parts, in approximate internal chronological order, because I'm horey bored helpful:
Safe and Sound
Clocking Out
At the End of the Day
Morning Lessons
Mr. Wednesday Two O'Clock
Tonight's Special (warning: sexual violence)
Never Reaching an End
Homeward
Bound (warning: NC-17)


Also, in her searches across the vastness of the internets for things that are not her homework, iuliamentis has uncovered a schematic of Don and Charlie's workplace.

textualchauvini caught me in a suggestible moment and told me to write brothel fic, and iuliamentis was kind enough to read and make encouragaing noises, so I did. And it's not just any brothelfic! It's honest-to-god actual porn!

Don/Charlie. NC-17, incest.
Following on directly from Homeward:

( Bound )

Hookerfic in which I try a novel and crazy approach: putting Don and Charlie in the same room. Which is sort of like them having sex, right?


( Homeward )

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to professional athletes living, dead, or exiled to expansion teams in Ohio is strictly coincidental.



( Never Reaching an End )

First off, a rec: I prompted missmollyetc with Don/Charlie. Shoes. and she wrote this lovelyhot fic called Lazy Saturday which is very nice and good and did I mention hot? and will make you feel happy, quite possibly unlike the following.

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Part the sixth of the hookerfic (holy crap, six? it's like an actual thing now, isn't it?).
Warning: sexual violence
It was always a fucking biohazard site.

( Tonight's Special )

I am patching in live from the land of the Methodists to say Happy Birthday, missmollyetc! And in honor of your birthday, I use the nice Christians' wi-fi to post hookerfic (written this morning, while the rest of my family was at church).


( Mr. Wednesday Two O'Clock )

strangecobwebs pointed out that it's been altogether too long since I posted hookerfic, and so: hookerfic. In which we see why I write epics. It's just that I hate leaving anything out. So yeah, still not porn.


( Morning Lessons )

Goofy random-point-in-the-timeline bit of hookerfic. Now with more Colby! And introducing the super-handy brothelers tag.

but still no porn.

( Safe and Sound )

A little more hoookerfic, still meanderingly h/c and still with no actual sex. Follows directly from the first part, which is here.

( At the End of the Day )

One hour forty-four more minutes until I am off to con_txt! Which, uh, I'm not sure I've even remembered to mention that I'm going to. But I am! Tonight! In one hour and forty-four minutes.

In the meantime, since I am bored, and since missmollyetc's squee is my command: ( Hookerfic. Sort of. Being the first part of a WIP which may never be continued... )