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29 Jun 2018
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29 Jun 2018
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29 Jun 2018
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After Siberia, it all comes back to Stark. It always comes back to Stark. Maybe the universe is trying to tell Bucky something.
Tony isn't taking the universe's calls, but when he gets stranded in the past of WWII with the Winter Soldier, it's time to face his demons and the music. It's just... did the music have to be some kind of Whitney Houston ballad? Seriously.
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19 May 2018
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Napoleon was used to seeing all sorts in his shop: harried office types who knocked back their espressos before grabbing a long black to go, bored housewife types who took their lattes heavy on the syrups and low on the fat, tourists who ordered their coffees topped with whipped cream as they embraced a certain vacation-based joie de vie, college kids simply looking for a cheap caffeine fix while they took advantage of his free Wi-Fi.
Six foot five, blond and leanly muscled, on the other hand, at seven in the morning and with the most delicious jawline Napoleon had seen in days, was certainly a first.
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Or: The modern day coffee shop AU in which Napoleon makes Illya all kinds of coffee except for Illya's actual order, and things aren't all quite what they seem to be.
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01 Jan 2016
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Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.
“Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”
Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.
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29 Dec 2015
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"There is something you should know before making a final decision.”
“I’m already aware he’s Russian, sir,” Napoleon said. “And he’s still on good terms with them, so he must at least technically be a Communist.”
Waverly brushed that aside. “All of the Russian agents are. Kuryakin, however, is also an admitted homosexual.”
(An original-recipe Man from U.N.C.L.E. fic.)
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23 Dec 2015
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A set of stairs, five minutes and one picked lock later has him in the room, facing the safe. Napoleon has dealt with safes like this one before, and his methods are not exactly what the agency teaches -- nor, indeed those taught by the KGB, Illya had told him, scorn for Napoleon's previous vocation clear in his voice, their methods usually involve drilling -- but Napoleon can crack into a safe in half the time they can, the only issue is the delicacy required. He's good at delicacy, when the situation calls. He's good at most things -- Illya had scoffed, said "I'm better", walked away.
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23 Dec 2015
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Waverly says: “It’s the governments.”
Waverly says: “They’re pulling funding.”
Waverly says: “I thought you could use some company,” and Napoleon doesn’t do anything dramatic — doesn’t keep pouring until wine is slopping over his hand and into the sink, doesn’t drop the glass — doesn’t do anything but twist the bottle to catch the drips, and set it down on the counter, and turn around, and for all that it’s been a decade, and feels like so much more, it doesn’t matter. Illya might stand a little more at ease now, a little less guarded in his weariness and dressed accordingly, double-breasted grey wool that would not have looked out of place on Waverly five years ago, and now hangs on Illya like a passing fancy, but standing there, in Napoleon’s kitchen, it doesn’t matter if they’re in London in 1973 or West Berlin a decade earlier: Illya knocks Napoleon right out, though he doesn’t move a muscle.
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23 Dec 2015
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He turns that glare on Napoleon a moment later, though, with full-on fury about his father's watch.
Which is something, for a man who has fought his father's reputation his whole life to nearly blow a mission over his father's watch.
Napoleon adds that piece to the Kuryakin puzzle, slotting it in beside his weakness for the girl. The girl is of little use in solving the puzzle, though--it's her innocence that intrigues Illya. Napoleon is familiar with the concept. You do what they do long enough, innocence throws you.
The watch, however...that is something to consider.
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23 Dec 2015
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"Don't turn your head. Keep your eyes on me."
Illya regarded him skeptically, but he listened. "Alright. What is happening?"
"Kiss me."
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23 Dec 2015
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No one expects it, but then in their line of work, the same can be said for plenty other things.
Or Napoleon rescues Illya from Gulag.
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23 Dec 2015
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BDSM Stands for 'Bad Dogs Seriously Misunderstood' by gayfishman
Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
26 Aug 2015
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Napoleon goes to the animal shelter with the intention of bringing home a manageable and affectionate animal. Something that’ll greet him enthusiastically when he comes home after a tiring day of work, and love him with all of its happy little heart, eager to please.
Instead, Napoleon brings home Illya.
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23 Dec 2015
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The disk lies on the sheet between them, innocuous and pastel blue.
“If we do this,” Napoleon says, “they will hunt us.”
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23 Dec 2015
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For a kink meme fill requesting that Napoleon is the one to fly into a rage and Illya talks him down. (http://kinkfromuncle.dreamwidth.org/640.html?thread=242048#cmt242048)
A lapse on Napoleon's part leads to disaster. He doesn't forgive himself easily.
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23 Dec 2015
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Illya doesn't like the way U.N.C.L.E. take advantage of Napoleon.
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23 Dec 2015
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Slowly, Napoleon sat up. His cellmate was surprisingly young, possibly in his early twenties at the very most, rangy, with long arms and legs, his blonde hair cut short, almost to the skull. His blue eyes were narrowed in suspicion, his mouth flattened into a sharp line, and he was dressed in a filthy thin undershirt that had once been white, and a pair of BDU pants that were caked with dried blood on the right thigh. He was also quite possibly the most beautiful young man Napoleon had ever seen, and for a moment Napoleon thought that perhaps he’d had a harder knock to the head from the smugglers than he had thought.
His cellmate looked Napoleon slowly over - the dusty, stained suit that was probably by now unsalvageable, the shirt with the top button ripped off, tie long missing, the cufflinks, the polished shoes, now mud-caked, and started to frown. “You are the American contact?” he asked quietly, in a thick Russian accent.
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23 Dec 2015
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An exploration of the way in which our lovely trio got to where the fandom thinks they are. Heavy on the character exploration and light on the sex.
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23 Dec 2015
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Captured on a mission, Illya is exposed to a drug causing intense sexual arousal. Napoleon helps.
(Note: I selected the rape/non-con warning because this trope is inherently dub-conny, and because there is discussion of rape and questionable consent in the story. The sex that occurs in the story is agreed-to by both parties. More details in notes.)
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23 Dec 2015
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“I’m not playing games with you, Solo,” Illya says. “You cheat.”
He looks up, and Napoleon is drinking from the bottle again, deep, full gulps, like he’s thirsty for it. When he catches Illya looking, he smiles around the bottleneck, smugly, but also – ah. Amateur hour.or, The one in which Napoleon's seduction technique goes up against Illya's self-control.
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23 Dec 2015