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Entry tags:
Fic: Three Minutes to Midnight
Fandom: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Illya/Napoleon
Length: 3,936 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
utopiantrunks
Author Website: East of Sanity
Why this must be read:
This fic takes the affection that Napoleon and Illya have for each other and sets it against the backdrop of a world about to end. The story describes the genuine paranoia, helplessnes, and quiet desperation of the Cold War world and of a real threat too big for UNCLE to take down, while the slash element is understated but present in every line. Wonderfully done; even the dialogue sounds like poetry.
Excerpt:
Floating above a fifty-mile expanse of dawn-lit salt water, half a world away, the hands of mortal men with mortal fears and failings were poised above the levers that could shift the earth. In the basement beneath Del Floria's, U.N.C.L.E.'s War Room stood dark and empty but for a thousand maps, files and notes which could do nothing to sway those hands. Not forty miles east, on a quiet hillside, Illya put his hand over Napoleon's heart and found it racing.
Three Minutes to Midnight
Pairing: Illya/Napoleon
Length: 3,936 words
Author on LJ:
utopiantrunksAuthor Website: East of Sanity
Why this must be read:
This fic takes the affection that Napoleon and Illya have for each other and sets it against the backdrop of a world about to end. The story describes the genuine paranoia, helplessnes, and quiet desperation of the Cold War world and of a real threat too big for UNCLE to take down, while the slash element is understated but present in every line. Wonderfully done; even the dialogue sounds like poetry.
Excerpt:
Floating above a fifty-mile expanse of dawn-lit salt water, half a world away, the hands of mortal men with mortal fears and failings were poised above the levers that could shift the earth. In the basement beneath Del Floria's, U.N.C.L.E.'s War Room stood dark and empty but for a thousand maps, files and notes which could do nothing to sway those hands. Not forty miles east, on a quiet hillside, Illya put his hand over Napoleon's heart and found it racing.
Three Minutes to Midnight