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Death, He Knows the Panes of My Face by JustABigOldNerd
Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
12 Jul 2024
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A mission goes sideways. Solo gets himself strung up from the ceiling and learns what it's like to be cooked from the inside out.
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06 Jun 2026
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During the war, Napoleon fell in love with another soldier. When he died, Napoleon swore he would never love again.
It doesn't take long for Illya Kuryakin to complicate that promise Napoleon made to himself.
And further complicate it by going missing.
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06 Jun 2026
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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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06 Jun 2026
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Other than Napoleon and the CIA watchdog assigned to him, the prison bus was empty. It was once a schoolbus, but had since been rudely repurposed, painted a dark charcoal gray with the words Virginia Department of Corrections printed in neat white paint under the murky windows. Outside, flat, baked farmland went past, acres of it, dotted sparsely with trees. There was no air conditioning in the bus, and the windows were open only in varying slivers; Napoleon felt like he was baking, himself, in clothes that were three days old. His shirt stuck to his back, and his jeans felt uncomfortably stiff on his legs.
Napoleon watched the trees go past in a daze. His hands were cuffed to the chrome ring attached to the seat in front of him, and his legs were hobbled. It was hard to believe that only four days ago he had wandered through MoMa with a gorgeous leggy blonde on his arm, then wined and dined her at a nice French bistro. Strange how quickly the worm turned, just on the back of a single mistake.
“Right side,” the watchdog said. “Get your first look at your new home for the next decade and a half, kid.”
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05 Jun 2026
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The KGB are restless and Illya has to make a tough decision. Some more trio love and of course, loads of Gallya
Music: Time by Hans Zimmer and I’m On Fire by AWOLNATION
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05 Jun 2026