write like you need it to survive

Part fourteen of the hookerfic, because mojokitten 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 )

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 )

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.

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 )

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 )

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 )

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 )