12 Works by Orockthro in The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV)

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    Illya laughs, or possibly coughs. The sound is less than pleasant. “Napoleon, forging ahead to certain death in an icy landscape. Does this sound familiar?”

    “You’re a riot. Can you feel all your toes?”

    Illya wiggles them, winces, and says, “Unfortunately.”

    (Or, Napoleon and Illya go on mission that takes them through a treacherous and snowy forest just before the holidays, and are met with challenges on their way)

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    “FASHION BY STORM”
    Henry Pettersen
    December 18th, 1971, Women’s Wear Daily
    On the eve of the holiday season many eager shoppers line the halls of department stores all across America, searching for last minute bargains. I, however, am still searching for the truth behind Vanya’s, the successful and shockingly recent break into affordable fashion for the masses.
    What I am finding, dear readers, is an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, wrapped in a heavenly winter coat with a fur collar.

    (Or, a post-series AU. The world tries to unravel Vanya's mystery, Illya tries to stay afloat and unravel a mystery of his own, and Rita Hogarty tries to do her job.)

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    /Illya dreams of fire. Of smoke, of saltwater rising and locking his legs into quicksand, of Napoleon’s mouth over his as they bob in the water, breathing life into him./

    "You’re supposed to be the strong swimmer,” the shadow said from above. The image swam as he blinked his eyes clear of stinging saltwater until, finally, the edges narrowed and refined, and he was left with Napoleon's face staring down at him, pale against the blue sky."

    (Or, trapped on an island after a mission gone sour, Illya must reconcile his broken memory and what Napoleon tells him of past events, putting their partnership and trust on the line.)

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    “Look, can I call you something else? Unit I, Series LYA doesn’t exactly, ah, roll off the tongue.”

    Blue eyes stare at him dispassionately. It’s horrifying how human he looks. Probably because he was, once. Those blue eyes belonged to some poor brain dead potato farmer, or a mortally wounded KGB officer, before he became... this... instead. Whatever this is. He’s seen what’s between those eyes now. It’s metal and flesh and wires and fluid that looks like engine oil but smells like blood, and Napoleon doesn’t want to see it again.

    “A common Soviet name is Illya. If it makes you more comfortable, and will increase our success in the field, you may call me that.”
     
    (Or, the Soviets have made a leap in technology, and Napoleon is assigned a new partner. Just not one he was expecting.)

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    “Ask me more things, it feels so good to answer them.”

    Napoleon looked up and shuddered: Illya had a look of euphoria on his face that was, frankly, obscene. Illya laid down on the bed and looked up at him, open as a book. “Please. Ask me anything.”

    (Or, while on vacation Illya is dosed with a truth serum. He and Napoleon get creative in finding ways to circumvent its effects. Also known as the truth serum porn fic.)

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    Napoleon peels his eyes open and cranes his neck up off the floor. Laying atop him, curled up like a cat, is a blond man. Both their arms are folded up and tucked together between their chests, presumably for warmth, and the offending poke at his collarbone is none other than the man’s chin nestling at the crook of his neck.

    “Oh. You’re not dead,” the warm weight says. “That’s good.” The words, muffled but surprisingly forceful, rattle against his shoulder.

    (Or, Illya and Napoleon meet as two very young men in a very cold prison.)

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    His name was Fyodor. He wasn’t a particularly beautiful man, not by any of the standards Illya has come to use. Dark hair cut a little too short, eyes a little too shadowed. But he spoke Russian with a Muscovite accent, and he smelled like rain.

    (Or, Illya has a run in with romance, and Solo picks up the pieces.)

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    “He’s some diplomat’s kid, that’s what I heard. Has a heart condition. Should be a cakewalk - just sit on him until the summit is over, alright? And try not to screw it up.”

    He’s roughly her height, roughly her coloring, all skinny limbs and rebellious floppy hair. If Marion were a smidge less vain she might call him roughly as handsome as herself as well. As it stands, she contents herself with admitting that his photograph does him very little justice, and the live thing is indeed quite a picture.

    "Marion Raven," she introduces herself. "UNCLE, New York."

    (Marion Raven, UNCLE agent, is tasked with protecting one Illya Kuryakin. Nothing is as it seems, however, and with the help of a real estate agent named Napoleon Solo, things shift irreversibly away from normal. )

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    A collection of drabble-length prompt fills from LJ and/or Tumblr.

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    With the agent bare before him on the futon, sprawled haphazardly on his back from the undressing of him and laid so open and perfect, Loric loses himself slightly. It’s natural, of course, for scientists to become invested in their work. There’s no reason to be ashamed, and certainly no reason to stop himself. True science is created by men who dare.

    (Or, a THRUSH experiment from the POV of the THRUSH scientist himself.)

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    Illya sits on the floor of his mostly-unfurnished living room. It’s dark out, somewhere in that time of night when most people are asleep or enjoying themselves immensely, and Illya finds himself doing neither. He holds the cardboard album cover in his hands, the lithographic trumpet staring up at him, and contemplates the unexpected direction of his life. He has records. He has magazines. He has five suits.

    “Have you ever thought of sprucing this place up a little?”

    He also has Leona. Unlike his smattering of possessions, she is non-returnable.

    (Or: Napoleon Solo has always been a woman, just like Illya has always been a Soviet. No one forgets either fact easily.)

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    Sitting there in the dark, something clicks in Illya’s brain (I was betrayed by Mandor). Even as he hears Napoleon wake up, his mind is slipping blank (I was betrayed by Mandor) and quiet (I was betrayed by Mandor).
    “Look at me,” Napoleon says.
    Illya looks at him. He’s beautiful. He’s pretty sure he’s always known this, but it’s different now, on the bed looking up at him, seeing not the carefully controlled Don Juan, but the man on the brink of losing control. A brown-eyed mirror of his own fear.

    (Or, a coda to "The Master's Touch Affair")

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    20
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    1975

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