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crack_van2006-11-30 08:31 pm
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Respect Your Elders by E. Batagur (PG)
Fandom: MAN FROM UNCLE
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
batagur
Author Website: Soul Sistah Slash
Why this must be read:
Here's a most appropriate final rec for the month - not so much an end as a pointer toward the future.
When you got it – you got it. And Illya and Napoleon, despite their years, definitely still have it. Fast forward from 1965 to 2005, and while these UNCLE agents may have more than a little snow on the roof, their banter is still lethal and boy howdy can they kick ass!
This story is a riotous romp as Illya takes on a private army to rescue his partner – only to learn that Napoleon already has things under control. Woe to those who underestimate Grumpy Old Spies.
"You had better stop now, Napoleon, or you will aggravate your bursitis."
Napoleon frowned back at his partner. Without his wire frame glasses, Illya looked younger than his seventy-one years. However, even with his glasses, the Russian looked younger than any man his age. Napoleon remembered a time when Illya's youthful appearance had made their adversaries underestimate his competence. Now his youthful appearance does the opposite; the enemy is all too wary of Mr. Kuryakin. It is Napoleon Solo, the gruff, old-stuffed-shirt that they miscalculate these days.
"You're right," Napoleon sighed as he rubbed his shoulder. "Do you have some accelerant?"
Illya blinked once at him, then reached into the loose folds of his gi and pulled out a slim metal flask from the inner pocket. "I'm afraid our host confiscated my torch," Illya said as he held the flask out to Napoleon. "It was in the hilt of one of my blades."
"Never mind that." Napoleon smiled sweetly, looking for all the world like someone's kindly old grandfather-turned-barracuda. "He didn't take mine."
Respect Your Elders
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do.
For those who are interested, the rest of the series is here: Grumpy Old Spies.
The author also has a "Paul and Yuri" page here: Man from UNCLE. I leave it to you to guess who Paul and Yuri really are.
Pairing: Napoleon/Illya
Author on LJ:
batagurAuthor Website: Soul Sistah Slash
Why this must be read:
Here's a most appropriate final rec for the month - not so much an end as a pointer toward the future.
When you got it – you got it. And Illya and Napoleon, despite their years, definitely still have it. Fast forward from 1965 to 2005, and while these UNCLE agents may have more than a little snow on the roof, their banter is still lethal and boy howdy can they kick ass!
This story is a riotous romp as Illya takes on a private army to rescue his partner – only to learn that Napoleon already has things under control. Woe to those who underestimate Grumpy Old Spies.
"You had better stop now, Napoleon, or you will aggravate your bursitis."
Napoleon frowned back at his partner. Without his wire frame glasses, Illya looked younger than his seventy-one years. However, even with his glasses, the Russian looked younger than any man his age. Napoleon remembered a time when Illya's youthful appearance had made their adversaries underestimate his competence. Now his youthful appearance does the opposite; the enemy is all too wary of Mr. Kuryakin. It is Napoleon Solo, the gruff, old-stuffed-shirt that they miscalculate these days.
"You're right," Napoleon sighed as he rubbed his shoulder. "Do you have some accelerant?"
Illya blinked once at him, then reached into the loose folds of his gi and pulled out a slim metal flask from the inner pocket. "I'm afraid our host confiscated my torch," Illya said as he held the flask out to Napoleon. "It was in the hilt of one of my blades."
"Never mind that." Napoleon smiled sweetly, looking for all the world like someone's kindly old grandfather-turned-barracuda. "He didn't take mine."
Respect Your Elders
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do.
For those who are interested, the rest of the series is here: Grumpy Old Spies.
The author also has a "Paul and Yuri" page here: Man from UNCLE. I leave it to you to guess who Paul and Yuri really are.
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Whether young or old these guys are beautiful.
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Any clue as to when you will start writing this couple again?
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(Anonymous) 2006-12-04 01:53 am (UTC)(link)Am glad to hear that there might be more Paul and Yuri in the future.
Nezad :-)
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