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crack_van2009-09-13 06:51 pm
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The Mistletoe Affair by Uncle Charlie (PG)
Fandom: THE MAN FROM UNCLE
Pairing: none (gen, Napoleon-Illya friendship)
Length: ~26,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spikesgirl58
Author Website: on fanfiction.net
Why this must be read: Since we almost never get the boys off-duty on the show itself, it's always interesting when fic explores what the rest of their lives might be like. In this story, Napoleon brings Illya home for the holidays, to his family's farm in Vermont. Naturally trouble is waiting for them, but there's also a lot of quieter, sweet and silly moments. The family dynamics are fun, the banter is funny, and while this isn't slash, the guys' friendship is strong (as is the subtext!) - especially in how Napoleon's family views Illya, and his relationship with their son. Best of all, there are several sequel stories further exploring all these elements, both fluff and angstier drama.
Excerpt:
There was a sharp knock at the door and Solo's lips curled up into a warm smile. With a stretch, he reached over the bed and to the nightstand to depress the ‘off’ button to the intra apartment alarm system.
"Come in, it's unlocked," he shouted. He heard the door open and shut without an accompanying greeting.
"Ah, that's my Melissa. Short on words, but long on action," Solo murmured to his reflection as he inspected his neat brown hair; louder, he said, "Your present is on the table. Go ahead and open it." He slipped on a tan jacket to the tearing of paper, straightened out a lapel and patted on some of Melissa's favorite aftershave lotion, all the while waiting for the squeal of delight. Instead, he was startled at the soft, Russian accented voice from the bedroom doorway behind him.
"It's very nice, Napoleon, but what exactly am I to do with it?"
Solo spun and grimaced at the man who leaned against the door jam, a rare grin gracing his usually somber Slavic face. From his finger, he dangled a sheer red Dior negligee. His face flush, he snatched the nightgown from his fellow U.N.C.L.E. agent and walked back into the living room to repack the present.
"Honestly, Illya, I should have known better."
"Yes, you should have. Red is not my color." The Russian sobered as he watched his partner. "I could have been a THRUSH assassin and picked you off by now." Illya straightened to follow Solo out. "You’ve become very lax in your security measures as of late."
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The Mistletoe Affair
Pairing: none (gen, Napoleon-Illya friendship)
Length: ~26,000 words
Author on LJ:
spikesgirl58Author Website: on fanfiction.net
Why this must be read: Since we almost never get the boys off-duty on the show itself, it's always interesting when fic explores what the rest of their lives might be like. In this story, Napoleon brings Illya home for the holidays, to his family's farm in Vermont. Naturally trouble is waiting for them, but there's also a lot of quieter, sweet and silly moments. The family dynamics are fun, the banter is funny, and while this isn't slash, the guys' friendship is strong (as is the subtext!) - especially in how Napoleon's family views Illya, and his relationship with their son. Best of all, there are several sequel stories further exploring all these elements, both fluff and angstier drama.
Excerpt:
There was a sharp knock at the door and Solo's lips curled up into a warm smile. With a stretch, he reached over the bed and to the nightstand to depress the ‘off’ button to the intra apartment alarm system.
"Come in, it's unlocked," he shouted. He heard the door open and shut without an accompanying greeting.
"Ah, that's my Melissa. Short on words, but long on action," Solo murmured to his reflection as he inspected his neat brown hair; louder, he said, "Your present is on the table. Go ahead and open it." He slipped on a tan jacket to the tearing of paper, straightened out a lapel and patted on some of Melissa's favorite aftershave lotion, all the while waiting for the squeal of delight. Instead, he was startled at the soft, Russian accented voice from the bedroom doorway behind him.
"It's very nice, Napoleon, but what exactly am I to do with it?"
Solo spun and grimaced at the man who leaned against the door jam, a rare grin gracing his usually somber Slavic face. From his finger, he dangled a sheer red Dior negligee. His face flush, he snatched the nightgown from his fellow U.N.C.L.E. agent and walked back into the living room to repack the present.
"Honestly, Illya, I should have known better."
"Yes, you should have. Red is not my color." The Russian sobered as he watched his partner. "I could have been a THRUSH assassin and picked you off by now." Illya straightened to follow Solo out. "You’ve become very lax in your security measures as of late."
...
The Mistletoe Affair