Tuesday: Prostitution
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Hello, all. I’m
jaune_chat and today's theme is Prostitution. Prompts can be anything of having to do with exchange of goods for services (particularly sex). Prostitution AUs, using sex to get something your character wants/needs, your character looking for something they can’t get otherwise, anything like that!
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/John, some of Sherlock’s “experiments” about human response go too far for authenticity
+ MCU, Bruce/any, it was the only way to get money for science
+ Firefly, Inara/Mal, most of the time she despaired of making Mal understand her job
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The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock/John, some of Sherlock’s “experiments” about human response go too far for authenticity
+ MCU, Bruce/any, it was the only way to get money for science
+ Firefly, Inara/Mal, most of the time she despaired of making Mal understand her job
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
tag=prostitution
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Date: 2014-06-10 07:19 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2014-12-21 09:34 am (UTC)Once Upon A Time (Rumpelstiltskin&Lacey, Rumpelstiltskin/Belle)
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Date: 2014-12-28 05:55 pm (UTC)“Easy, Parker,” Eliot whispered, kneeling down next to her, catching her hand before she could try and hurt him, even as weak as she was. “It's just me.”
She relaxed, her lips curving into a small smile. “Eliot. Knew you'd come.”
“Yeah, I'm here,” he agreed as he lifted her up into his arms. She was smaller than she should be. Damn twenty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. She should never have gone in there. He should have been there to protect her. “That's still not a good reason to stab someone with a fork and blow your cover. Again.”
She shook her head, insistent. “What he was doing to those girls, what he was making them do... Someone had to stop him.”
“Yeah. They did. We did. We got him. He's going away for a long time, and I'm gonna make sure he suffers in prison,” he promised her. “No one hurts you. Ever.”
“Love you, too, Eliot.”
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Date: 2014-06-11 04:23 pm (UTC)Sat him down and handed over the shoebox he’d been clutching like a treasure chest, so shiny-brand-new it hurt to look at and smelling like a store, a real goddamn store, all chemicals and bright lights, fake sunshine packaged up for people who were/weren’t/didn’t have to be afraid of the dark.
“Dean,” Sam breathed, voice full of reverence, eyes spilling over. The box tumbled to the floor. Spotless soccer cleats flashed a signal, twin lighthouse beacons among the rocky detritus of their lives strewn across the dirty carpet, warning him away. Too late, old man.
Sam clambered into his brother’s lap, grateful gibberish pouring out of him as he peppered Dean’s face with kisses as though his goal was one per freckle.
They were too old for this, and Dean knew it. Only half-laughing he pushed at Sam, told him to cut it out, until Sam stopped him with his small, serious fists bunched in the front of Dean’s shirt and thanked him so sincerely that push turned to pull and Dean buried his face in Sam’s neck, his beatific smile radiant against Sam’s skin, absolution sought and found. Too old for all that. Too young for the rest of it.
Dean’s eyes blazed, triumphant and daring and fever-bright with fear, meeting his over Sam’s shoulder, waiting for the order.
There were bruises around Dean’s wrists and biceps, a cut on his lip, a pained hitch in his stride and deep circles under his eyes. Sixteen years old until three nights ago. Centuries older than that since the night his father gave his brother to him.
John doesn’t ask. Just does it again. Gives Sam to Dean. Shuts the door and lets his boys have each other.
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Date: 2014-06-11 03:16 am (UTC)Fill, Now You See Me, Jack WIlder+Dylan Rhodes
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