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It all comes apart when Ron says, “I’m done.”
Hermione is tired. Tired in a way that drags her body down by replacing her bone marrow with lead, making gravity her enemy and effort her eternal companion.
She fought a war. Won a war. She’s done everything right, been presented with literal awards to commemorate her successes and her sacrifices.
And she’s so, so tired.
[In which Hermione finally takes some time to slow down after the war. In a beautiful countryside, she rediscovers love.]
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“You are stupid man,” Illya murmurs. His fingers tighten, digging into the soft flesh, though Napoleon can’t tell if it’s meant to be a threat or if the movement is involuntary. A conditioned response, maybe. “Not a single instinct for self-preservation.”
Napoleon swallows against the pressure on his throat and meets Illya’s gaze unwaveringly. “Not when it comes to you,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse. “Tell me you don’t want me, that you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away.”
(What really makes a person “dangerous”? Or, 4 times Illya and Napoleon were warned that the other person was dangerous, and 1 when they decided it was worth the risk.)
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- Part 5 of The Early Days: Napollya Short Stories
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He should have run the other way as soon as Illya refused to answer his question of ‘why’, or at the very least put the shields up around his heart. Instead he looked deep into the icy blue eyes of a man who should be his enemy—who he’s already too far gone on—and took a leap of faith.
Napoleon Solo does not operate on faith. What the fuck is he doing?
(What they have is a mutually satisfying arrangement and nothing more, and Napoleon tells himself he's fine with that. That is, until he can't pretend that's the truth any longer.)
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- Part 6 of The Early Days: Napollya Short Stories
- Part 2 of Eyes on the Horizon
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It’s probably-too-soft kisses stolen as they attempt to set each other to rights again, and whispered promises not to let it go so long until the next time, and knowing that they have no way to keep them. It’s a long, lingering look as Peril disappears into the crowd again, trying to commit every line of his beautiful face to memory, as if every part of him isn’t already indelibly written on Napoleon’s skin.
It’s the fact that Napoleon is hopelessly in love with him, and he doesn’t even know his name.
(Illya is the KGB's best; Napoleon, a prolific art thief—not that either of them know that about each other. The unlikely relationship they have is built on secrets, but can it survive when Napoleon gets tangled up in a KGB operation?)
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A room full of strangers by Elisexyz for InNovaFertAnimus
Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
25 Dec 2022
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At first, when Solo referred to himself and Gaby as his "partners", he was confused. As he continued talking, though, and explained that they live together and don’t worry, Peril, this should only last a couple of weeks at most, we’ll take good care of you until you feel better, understanding slowly dawned on him. Partners certainly explained why he woke up to Gaby clutching his hand, only for her to look at him in horror followed closely by anger and bolt out of the room when he had to admit to having no idea who she even was. Of course she was mad, if she loves him and he doesn’t remember her. He would be mad too.
Partners also explained the way they both kept staring at him, a little awed and awfully relieved, and the way they spend most of their time hovering so close to him.
(Or: Illya has amnesia and thinks he understands what is going on between him and his "partners".)
(He really doesn't.)