15 minute ficlet: Reasons

Originally posted here in response to the Lyrics Prompt "I don't need your reasons - I know you're good."

"I don't need your reasons." Junji took the photo from the too-thin, too-blonde woman. "I'm here to do a job."

"But..." She gestured with manicured hands, fruitlessly.

"But?" Junji shrugged, studied the picture, and handed it back. "You have something you need done, and you're willing to pay for having it done well. Right?"

"I know you're good... I mean, I heard you were good," she faltered. "You come really well recommended. And," she muttered, "no one else would take the job."

"Well," Junji shrugged philosophically, "it's that sort of job. That's what I get called in for."

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15 minute ficlet: I Serve (Content warning: Implied abuse)

Originally posted here in response to the prompt "smear." It's, ah, um, fan-fiction for a roleplay in my Tir na Cali setting that kc_obrien is running for me.

Anascha smeared the lotion down Castor's back in long, gentle movements, minding the welts and bruises, and the lacerated rough patches by his shoulders. "Damnit, Cass, what did you do this time?" she muttered into his ear. She didn't think anyone was listening, but you never really knew. Not here. Not in the Lady's household, where having friends was a luxury none of them could afford. Not when even the Lady couldn't trust anyone... and if their owner wasn't allowed that freedom, then her slaves wouldn't be, either.

"I..." he groaned, and then put his face back on the pillow. "Gods below, Ann, that stings."

"I know, but it will numb everything in a moment." She worked with a quick and practiced hand, spreading the goo over his whole back, his ass, his upper thighs. She'd done this before, and damn the risk in helping others. Even Castor. "What happened? You didn't...?"
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