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fic scrap, law/monet, law/luffy, 1600 words; modern au, polyamory negotiation. law and monet are in an established relationship when law falls for someone new.

He stares at her, utterly distracted from the road. “What?” “I think you should go on a date. With this person, who’s clearly got you smitten. You’re not chained to me. If going out with someone else would make you happy, I certainly don’t mind.” Law, apparently stunned clear through disbelief and into practicality, says, “What on earth would I tell him?”

didn’t even know you got the midas touch — 4700 words, monkey d. luffy/trafalgar law, porn without plot, pain kink, praise kink, kink discovery.

The third time they wind up in bed, Law realizes that if he doesn’t do something soon he’ll be condemning himself to an endless series of throttled orgasms.

Law needs pain to get off.

fic scrap, trafalgar law, 200 words; law runs across another survivor of flevance.

He sinks to his knees before the old woman, and says, too fast, too harsh, his chest too tight, “That language—that language you were speaking. I heard you, just now, you said—” and he stumbles, then, can’t get out the words he’d heard, not when his tongue has long since forgotten the inflection.

fic scrap, byerly vorrutyer & gregor vorbarra, 1100 words, alternate universe – canon divergence

Gregor was sprawled back on the couch, head tipped back. He raised it as By entered, and said, “ ‘A personal matter,’ By, really?”

An ACC missing scene set in a universe where a chance encounter between Gregor and By shortly after TWA results in Gregor acquiring a friend actually his own age! The main unfinished fic takes place mostly in the months after TWA (ft. Aral and Simon having dual heart attacks over Serg’s son hanging around with a Vorrutyer, naturally) but a while back I felt like jotting down this little standalone scene that follows immediately after Dono’s meeting with Gregor in ACC, so since it doesn't go with anything I'm putting it here.

walks so bad like it feels so good — 7200 words, gregor vorbarra/byerly vorrutyer, anal hook predicament play. contains collars, leashes, and boot worship.

It was that very uncertainty—the possibility that Gregor might find a means of pushing him into the realm of raw, untested reaction, the kind that By couldn’t predict or control—that made the prospect of tonight so totally hair-raising, exhilaration warring with fright.

In which Byerly gets what he wanted.

zip me up, it can’t be wrong — 5100 words, gregor vorbarra/byerly vorrutyer, collar kink power play.

It was very fine, but certainly not an accessory. It was a collar, unmistakably functional, and just looking at it made By’s mouth dry.

Byerly gets a gift from the Emperor.

talk it out, babble on — 3600 words, gregor vorbarra/byerly vorrutyer, kinky phone sex filth.

Gregor’s voice was languid, satisfied, and By imagined him sitting at his big desk in his shirtsleeves, informal at this late hour, cufflinks out on the table. It was a delectable image.

In which Byerly has com sex with the Emperor.

unless you play it good and right — 38,000 words, Ivan Vorpatril/Byerly Vorrutyer, post-CVA mutual pining fake dating ft. undercover ImpSec mission at a seaside casino resort.

“Um.” Ivan colored under By’s gaze. He was pretty sure that behind the dark glasses By was staring at him like he’d grown a second head. “It’s just—I usually bring girls here.”

In which there are an undercover surveillance job, an old enemy, and Byerly Vorrutyer’s broken heart.

one-way ticket, yeah — 8300 words, gregor vorbarra/byerly vorrutyer. kink exploration filth ft. gregor’s serg-related issues (and also his illyan issues, a little).

It was obvious enough what Vorrutyer had been sent for. Illyan—or, more likely, someone else in Gregor’s government, and Gregor could place bets on who—wanted to know whether Gregor preferred boys, and so Illyan had chosen one of his dirty angels to test the theory.

In which Gregor learns more about himself than he’d bargained for.

silence is golden (you’ve got my hopes up) — 9200 words, ivan vorpatril/byerly vorrutyer. truth drugs/aphrodisiac sex pollen filth + associated complications.

This wasn’t By’s usual flirtation, or even his usual needling. The panic in his eyes had been quite evident by the second sentence, like he knew he was going off-script but just couldn’t stop.

Byerly shows up drugged at Ivan’s flat. Things escalate from there.

far worse things awaiting man — 3900 words, james bigglesworth & erich von stalhein, gen. vampire triplane bat monster erich von stalhein survives.

Surely the Baron, at least, still flew—and yet from where von Stalhein stood he might have been the last, the rest of Germany’s aces wasted on this single catastrophic assault.

In which Biggles shows up aboard the Attila, and Erich von Stalhein chooses his enemy over his commander. (A rewrite of Chapter 43 of The Bloody Red Baron.)

About a Cat — 2500 words, byerly vorrutyer, gen (+ implied ivan vorpatril/byerly vorrutyer, at least from byerly’s side).

While waiting for an audience with the emperor, Byerly is drawn into other courtly duties. Written for the prompt: “characters from the canon tell fairy tales to children.”

(Translation of Про кота by Awaiter.)

In which Byerly casts himself as Puss in Boots, Ivan as the Marquis de Carabas, and House Cordonah as, well…

what keeps us standing in this view — 12300 words, tej arqua vopatril/ivan vorpatril/byerly vorrutyer. post-captain vorpatril’s alliance.

“The Imperium has to honor off-world marriages,” Ivan said. “We’re trying to get people to emigrate to Sergyar, remember? Can’t be scaring off potential colonists by refusing to accept their family ties. We have to have, y’know, a comity doctrine.”

In which the Vorpatrils get married to Byerly Vorrutyer, for better or worse.

play the cards with spades to start — 2400 words, tej arqua vopatril/ivan vorpatril/byerly vorrutyer. set during captain vorpatrils alliance, pwp filth + postcoital legal discourse.

They’re doing this on Ivan Xav’s miraculously sturdy dining room table, fortunately sans remnants of dinner.

In which the Vorpatrils attempt to commit adultery.

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