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section7mfuI've recc'ed these in the past but I'm going to do it again. I was transferring some stories to AO3 and ff.net and realised that I have posted 100 drabbles and double drabbles. This link will take you to AO3.
As a taster, here is number 15 in the series, 'Run'.
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"Run Illya! There isn't much time."
The Russian followed hard on Napoleon's heels, without even knowing why they were running. All he knew was that the American had suddenly started sprinting and called for him to run after him. Glancing behind, Illya could see nothing or no-one in pursuit of them, which meant they must be dashing towards something.
"Napoleon, what's your hurry?" he called to his partner's back. "Are we late for an appointment with Mr Waverly?"
"No," Solo yelled back. "We have to get to the end of this drabble before we run out of . . ."
As a taster, here is number 15 in the series, 'Run'.
.................................
"Run Illya! There isn't much time."
The Russian followed hard on Napoleon's heels, without even knowing why they were running. All he knew was that the American had suddenly started sprinting and called for him to run after him. Glancing behind, Illya could see nothing or no-one in pursuit of them, which meant they must be dashing towards something.
"Napoleon, what's your hurry?" he called to his partner's back. "Are we late for an appointment with Mr Waverly?"
"No," Solo yelled back. "We have to get to the end of this drabble before we run out of . . ."
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