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laughingacademy.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-08-04 10:09 pm
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“Disciplinary Action” by Elizabeth Cochrane (NC-17)
Fandom: THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ: unknown; feedback may be sent c/o lyrebird @ aithine.org
Author Website: unknown; stories archived at the e-zine Incognito
Why this must be read:
Because into every fandom a little hooker!fic must fall.
Got questions? So does Napoleon. How could Illya let someone catch him literally with his pants down? Why on earth would the Blond Bolshevik Bombshell need to pay for sex? Why, instead of turning to his attractive, attracted, and utterly trustworthy partner, would he rather keep hiring prostitutes and risk disgrace, exile, and physical harm?
For the answers (and an extremely tasty photomanip of Napoleon, courtesy of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ndannais), click on the link. I should note that toward the end this story turns a leeeettle more Harlequin-romance-esque than I normally rec. On the other hand—dude, hooker!fic!
Disciplinary Action
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ: unknown; feedback may be sent c/o lyrebird @ aithine.org
Author Website: unknown; stories archived at the e-zine Incognito
Why this must be read:
Because into every fandom a little hooker!fic must fall.
Napoleon, I'm in Harlem, Jungle Alley on 133rd Street, I've been mugged, my wallet was stolen and I have no money for the subway or a cab, can you come and pick me up to take me home?
Got questions? So does Napoleon. How could Illya let someone catch him literally with his pants down? Why on earth would the Blond Bolshevik Bombshell need to pay for sex? Why, instead of turning to his attractive, attracted, and utterly trustworthy partner, would he rather keep hiring prostitutes and risk disgrace, exile, and physical harm?
For the answers (and an extremely tasty photomanip of Napoleon, courtesy of
ndannais), click on the link. I should note that toward the end this story turns a leeeettle more Harlequin-romance-esque than I normally rec. On the other hand—dude, hooker!fic!Disciplinary Action