в закрома фиков по анклам, однострочники висят в черновиках, еще что-то в цитатнике, а эти вот фики стопорят работу компа, ибо открыты постоянно, висят, тормозят. потому сюда скопом.
прежде всего - вот этот вот, самооткопанный, очень глянулся.
archiveofourown.org/works/4735976 Love in the Times of Cold War
“Illya, stop,” Gaby pleads, and Illya lifts the gun away from Solo’s temple to point it at her forehead instead, the fingers of his other hand tightening slightly around the vulnerable curve of Solo’s throat.
“Explain,” he growls, and Gaby makes a noise, desperate and strangled, and he thinks that for the first time, she looks actually afraid of him.
archiveofourown.org/works/4671050 "So you did not die," Illya says dryly, and Napoleon chuckles quietly and motions for him to join him in the seating area, again using his tumbler to direct.
archiveofourown.org/works/4860668 “He’s a CIA Agent!” Napoleon says. “You didn’t kill him, did you?”
archiveofourown.org/works/5114156 призрак убитого шпиона, у никки было похожее, перекликнулось.
archiveofourown.org/works/5468591/chapters/1263... джен вариант после кресла, остановка дыхания
archiveofourown.org/works/5466353#work_endnotes “I do know you,” he says, helplessly, hopefully, with intent.
что-то еще не прочитала, пролистнула, но пусть будет. и тит пулло с люциусом ворреном внезапно
прежде всего - вот этот вот, самооткопанный, очень глянулся.
archiveofourown.org/works/4735976 Love in the Times of Cold War
“Illya, stop,” Gaby pleads, and Illya lifts the gun away from Solo’s temple to point it at her forehead instead, the fingers of his other hand tightening slightly around the vulnerable curve of Solo’s throat.
“Explain,” he growls, and Gaby makes a noise, desperate and strangled, and he thinks that for the first time, she looks actually afraid of him.
archiveofourown.org/works/4671050 "So you did not die," Illya says dryly, and Napoleon chuckles quietly and motions for him to join him in the seating area, again using his tumbler to direct.
archiveofourown.org/works/4860668 “He’s a CIA Agent!” Napoleon says. “You didn’t kill him, did you?”
archiveofourown.org/works/5114156 призрак убитого шпиона, у никки было похожее, перекликнулось.
archiveofourown.org/works/5468591/chapters/1263... джен вариант после кресла, остановка дыхания
archiveofourown.org/works/5466353#work_endnotes “I do know you,” he says, helplessly, hopefully, with intent.
что-то еще не прочитала, пролистнула, но пусть будет. и тит пулло с люциусом ворреном внезапно