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For the most part today has been an unsuccessful day - I went in to work feeling like hell, Illya took one look and said, "Migraine, is it?" with his best deliberately-Russian-accented asperity, I went home and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom mostly out of feeling-like-hell guilt and general sub-optimal mental health.
But... I wrote something for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo? After several years of trying? Of course it's gen, because I can't do anything right, but hell.
NB. There are no warnings for non-con/dubcon on this story, because there is none in it - but nevertheless it is a story that deals peripherally about consent. Email me/send me a message if you'd like more info.
fic:: a clipped piece of silver
by Raven
2000w, Vorkosigan, gen, Cordelia, Aral and Simon Illyan. "I've commanded men." Cordelia nodded. "And women, and others. Not toys, or playthings. Human beings put to no one's use."
( in retrospect it was a combination of factors )
But... I wrote something for
kink_bingo? After several years of trying? Of course it's gen, because I can't do anything right, but hell.NB. There are no warnings for non-con/dubcon on this story, because there is none in it - but nevertheless it is a story that deals peripherally about consent. Email me/send me a message if you'd like more info.
fic:: a clipped piece of silver
by Raven
2000w, Vorkosigan, gen, Cordelia, Aral and Simon Illyan. "I've commanded men." Cordelia nodded. "And women, and others. Not toys, or playthings. Human beings put to no one's use."
( in retrospect it was a combination of factors )
