statue napoleon

Napoleon I was exiled to the island of St. Helena and that is where he died in 1821. In 1840, his remains were returned to Paris and buried in Les Invalides. These gigantic statues surround and guard his tomb. 

Les Invalides, Paris, France

abundantsunshine  asked:

I am studying abroad in London this summer, do you have any suggestions of places to go or need to see things?

Sure! I’ve gotten a few asks about this in the last few days, so hopefully everyone will see this answer. Here are some suggestions:

  • Borough Market - This is one of my favorite spots in London. It’s basically a huge food market, and definitely one of the best ones I’ve been to. The market is a little way from the London Bridge tube station, and is directly next to a church which is very cool (and totally worth looking inside!) My favorite thing to do is walk around and try all the different samples, but my biggest suggestion for the market is a small grilled cheese stand that’s just outside of the courtyard of the church. There’s always a huge line for it, and it’s about 10 bucks, but you’ll never ever have a better grilled cheese in your life. 
  • Museums - Obviously, you have to go to the British Museum and to the National Gallery (I would highly recommend the second floor, impressionist rooms. The Monet collection is out of this world!) But on a less obvious note, I would suggest the The Courtald Gallery on the Strand - it costs money, but it’s a fantastic, small art museum that’s held in a really beautiful building. If you have time, I would also suggest the Museum of London and the Imperial War Museum, but both of them will take at least half a day each (the Imperial War Museum is pretty far away, but close to the tube station). Also, really quirky suggestion, but there is a museum just outside of Hyde Park called Apsley House, which is the house of the Duke of Wellington. It’s one of the weirdest museums I’ve ever been in but really awesome - it’s especially cool if you read up first about the history between the Duke of Wellington and Napoleon (the story behind a huge ten foot statue of Napoleon in the stairwell is one of my favorite things ever). Also: The Tate and Tate Modern, if you have time. Tate Modern will cost money though - they have a permanent collection, but it’s never as interesting as the new exhibitions. 
  • Theater - London has, in my opinion, the best theater scene in the world, and you have to take advantage of it. You can go to a play at the West End but in my experience, it’s really expensive and not as good as plays that are put on at smaller theaters. Check out what’s playing at some of these theaters, and you should be able to get some reasonable tickets: Southwark Playhouse (this theater is amazing, it’s made out of an abandoned tube station so the stage consists of two huge tube tunnels), The National Theater (panders to a greater audience, but the tickets are cheap and they usually play three to five plays at a time so there’s lots of options), Young Vic, and Barbican Centre. The National and Barbican both have bars in the lobby, so they’re a nice play to hang out before the play as well.
  • Walks - Literally. Just walk around. It was one of my favorite things to do in London. My favorite walks include bridges, particularly the Millennium and the Embankment bridges, because they have such amazing views (nothing is better than walking over the bridge with St Paul’s in the distance). Go from Tottenham Court Road, through Charring Cross, through Leicester Square and China town. There are tons of tube stops on the way, but honestly it’s not a long walk. Go from Trafalgar Square to Picadilly circus. There are signs everywhere with maps on it, so you don’t even need a GPS. Walk through Hyde Park, or spend the afternoon in Regent’s Park following the same path that Virginia Woolf laid out in Mrs Dalloway. Walk down the Strand, past theaters and the court houses. There’s so much to see just by walking around and looking and, best part, it’s free!
  • Churches - Obviously. St Paul’s is expensive, but if you go on Sunday it’s free, and they often have free organ concerts in the afternoons. There is almost always someone playing music on the back steps, so spend some time out there. There’s no way to get out of paying for Westminster, but you should just pay the money and take the audio tour - it’s a really amazing place. If you can get out of London, I would suggest taking the train to Salisbury (where Stonehenge is!) - the cathedral there is one of my favorites in the world. 
  • Other - Check out the basics: Tower of London (go early so you don’t have to wait in line at the crown jewels), walk over London Bridge, see Big Ben and Parliament, go on the London Eye if you want to (pretty cool, but v expensive), walk through Covent Garden, see the street performers in all of these places, get harassed by someone wearing a queen mask, etc. 
The Man from U.N.C.L.E. 2015 - Illya x Napoleon AO3 Fic Recs

For my future reference, after going through all 12 pages’ worth of the same in the past fortnight. (I have become such Napollya trash. Goodness.)

This rec list is current as of 26 September 2015


Author Recs

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1. Right now, basically anything by manic_intent. Special shout-out to her three completed fics. (Their fourth is presently a WIP.) Excellent plots, wonderful grasp and feel of the boys’ dialogue, and a Gaby who is a spitfire and an absolute delight to read. 

The Gemini Affair | 46.9k words

In the first month of being co-opted into working with Illya Kuryakin full time at U.N.C.L.E., Napoleon stoIllya’s father’s watch four times, twice out of spite, once out of drunken curiosity, and once out of sheer boredom. After the fourth time, Gaby sprained one of Napoleon’s fingers and threatened to do worse if he did it again.

“You are not a spy,” she told him firmly, dangling the watch out of reach as Napoleon curled in a wincing, fetal position on his Le Corbusier couch in his upstate apartment. “You are a thief with the self-control of a child. Now give me back my ring.”

“What ring?” Napoleon asked innocently, even through the pain.

“How fond are you of your nose?” Gaby shot back blandly.’

Comments: Deliciously plotty case fic with a good, slow burn. It reads like the Istanbul sequel you’d want, with the added bonus of Napollya goodness and a smattering of Illya angst. Kudos to the care taken with the historically accurate detail.

The Trojan Affair | 43k words

Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.

“Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”

Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.

Comments: Mr and Mrs Smith AU with a twist, modern setting. Again, excellent case fic. The Napollya push-pull dynamic is beautifully bittersweet. The ending - without giving too much away - is well-earned and does the entire set-up justice. 

Tiger, Tiger | 7.9k words

Napoleon was about to launch into his carefully scripted spiel of punctuated disdain when he hesitated, hands still cupped over the delicate little Soviet-made devices that he had found in his room. There was a faint but unmistakable sensation crawling under his skin, a prickling, restless buzz, like getting light-headed off good champagne, and Napoleon narrowed his eyes, script forgotten, studying an increasingly irritated-looking Illya with a new light.

Illya, on the other hand, had folded his arms. His bowtie looked ridiculous with his suit, highlighting the far too long expanse between his shirt collar and belly, and he was starting to scowl. “What?” he demanded again, a flat curl of annoyance making his tone harsh, and Napoleon nearly flinched instinctively back before all the enforced training kicked in.

Comments: A/B/O fics are my weakness. A/B/O fics with subversion of stereotypes, as well as gender, political and social commentary? Yes, please! Cleverly done, and I like the touches of historical accuracy. 


2. Anything by sosopes. Lyrical writing. Both individual character growth and Napollya relationship development are wholly satisfying. Highlighting two fics in particular:

Dog Years | 10.6k words

llya’s really good with dogs. Napoleon’s more of a cat person, personally, but he’s not about to let that get in the way of them living their life together.

Comments: This fic. THIS FIC. One of my absolute favourites in this fandom thus far, bar none. Remarkable character studies, the boys gradually falling into a relationship, domesticity, the harsh realities of spy work, boys growing old together. (Also, a Gaby who is brilliant.) It’s a quiet, beautiful thing you’d want to curl up with, a fic that gets richer with every re-read, like a good bottle of red wine. Gorgeous.

Through a Looking Glass, Darkly | 12k words

Illya watches Solo work and sees something he was never supposed to see. And then that work follows them all home.

Comments: Lovely mix of action-y bits and character introspection. Boys misunderstanding each other because they refuse to ~talk, but it all works out well in the end. Deals with some themes of internalised homophobia. The entire team are BAMFs too, when the going gets tough. 


3. Anything by ignu. They have a sharp, witty way of writing that delights, and the ability to pack so much in so few words. Highlighting these two fics in particular:

If I Run It’s Not Enough | 5.5k words

Greed, and lust, those were the two sins that defined Napoleon Solo, and Illya Kuryakin aroused the two precise desires in Napoleon he never chose to resist. With his stoic gaze and chiseled jawline, Kuryakin was as beautiful and inscrutable as a Greek statue, and Napoleon had never been one to leave works of art undefiled.

Comments: This pushes so many of my buttons. Friends with benefits tumbling into more, boys being obtuse, boys pining - rendered beautifully with tight writing and characters you can’t help but feel for.  

let’s start fires for heaven’s sake | 2.5k words

“I need you to help me steal something,” Napoleon said.

“It’s urgent?”

Napoleon considered the question. “More or less.”

There was silence over the line, and then Illya drew a sharp breath. “They’re blackmailing you.”

(Or the one where Napoleon tries to steal back his freedom, only to find Illya had already stolen his heart.)

Comments: AU where there is no UNCLE, Napoleon tries to leave the CIA but is blackmailed into staying, and Illya helps him to break free. It is glorious in its brutal intensity. 


Individual Fic Recs

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and suddenly i was a lilac sky | thebrotherswinchester |15.3k words

Five missions turn out all right, and one doesn’t.

Comments: A fic that’s an utter thing of beauty. The writing is masterful, the characters are written so very real, the dialogue is pitch perfect and true to the flavour of the movie, the relationship dynamic between the two boys and their journey to their happily every after are worth every gripping word, and the pay-off is well-earned and satisfying. Definitely another favourite of mine in this fandom.

Love in the Times of Cold War | merle_p | 7.8k words

“Don’t blame yourself,” Waverly says, almost kindly. “No one saw it coming.”

Illya looks down at him, surprised and perhaps a little condescending, because he knows better than to blame himself, and he doesn’t understand why Waverly thinks he would. Solo is good at what he does, one of the best, and Illya has always been more than aware that Solo could trick him if he really set his mind to it.

No, Illya does not blame himself for not seeing the signs. If there is anything he should blame himself for, it is that he let himself assume that he wouldn’t have to look for them in the first place. But socialism is a future-oriented ideology, and there is no point in dwelling on the past. Illya has made a mistake, is all. He is not going to make it again.

Comments: Misunderstandings, presumed betrayals, angst, satisfying resolution. This captures the nature of the feel of the Cold War wonderfully, I find. And the boys, when they finally get there in the end, have me sighing happily. 

You’re My Sugar Dandy | gunboots | 1.7k words

“Would you like anything else, sir?” The girl behind the counter, (Gaby, her sky blue nameplate reads) smirks, actively smirks at him. “And no, you can’t have his number.”

“What if I simply wanted to give my compliments? “ Gaby considers him for a moment, then the line of women behind him.

"You got 15 minutes?” Technically Napoleon doesn’t, but he’s not about to go rushing back to Victoria’s fits of rage regardless.

AKA the one where Illya is a hot baker, Napoleon is in love and Gaby is entertained.

Comments: A short and wonderful, feel-good fic. It’s as sweet as the sugary-sweet confections I imagine baker!Illya makes, the writing is wry and humourous, and the ending left me grinning for a couple of minutes thereafter.

Apologies | tricksterity | 3.3k words

“We should tell Gaby,” Illya said.

“Tell her what?” Solo asked. “That we were married and then got divorced, but we didn’t actually do either because the paperwork would’ve led our respective governments straight to our relationship that we’ve been hiding for seven years? That’ll go down well.“

Comment: Most charmingly written. The writer deftly manages the premise without making it feel like it’s been shoehorned in. 

right to my heart | endquestionmark | 2.9k words

Napoleon stops looking at Illya, because that just makes him want to put his foot through the wall, and looks at his gun, which isn’t difficult, because it’s about an inch from his face, and this close he can smell the faint sweet spice of cleaning oil. Instead of looking at Illya — the lines of him held in anticipatory stillness; the bulk of him in the blue half-light — Napoleon looks at the balance of gun and silencer, the heavy slide and the curl of Illya’s fingers on the grip, the angle of his thumb, and waits.

Comment: Gritty writing that does not let you forget for a second that the boys are dangerous spies who live on the edge. The dynamic is delightful.

Future Affinity | ceredin | 4.5k words

The age old trope of taking off their clothes and cuddling to preserve body heat.

Comment: The boys sound delightfully like an old, married couple in this. Sharpy, snappy dialogue and writing all in all. Loved the characterisation too.

haunt | covetsubjugation | 5.7k words

No one remembers Napoleon, except for Illya.

Comments: Dreamy, lyrical writing that introduces an unexpected element of fantasy into the series. Illya’s increasing desperation and slipping control tugged at my heartstrings in all the right places. I am very glad that this fic exists in the fandom. 

Touch Me (Just A Little Bit More) | joidianne4eva | 1.5k words

“I’m going to regret asking this but for the sake of my sanity…are you by chance ill?” Napoleon queried taking a cautious step closer. He kept himself out of striking distance because Illya’s temperament was legendary for a reason and it wasn’t a good reason either.

“If you do not leave, I will skin you alive,” Illya managed and Napoleon would’ve attempted to act suitably scared if Illya’s voice hadn’t cracked in the middle of his threat. As it was all he managed was something that sounded suspiciously like a coo.

Comments: Sick!Illya is adorably reminiscent of a grumpy kitten in this fic, while Napoleon is wonderfully patient and long-suffering. I definitely grinned as I read this.

Cut Out My Heart, For It Belongs To You | fineandwittiee | 2.5k words

Tumblr prompt: Illya used to think Napoleon was just a thief and he didn’t know how to fight cause he could almost choke him to death the first day they met. But one day when the trio stayed in their safe house and Napoleon was cooking in the kitchen, some robbers broke in. Napoleon seemed like he was not gonna do anything and just let them take what they want. But when Illya fight back and one of them shot him, Napoleon held up a kitchen knife and sliced it through that guy’s hand, started taking down every single one of them with just that knife. After that, Illya never underestimate Napoleon again. Especially with knives. Kitchen knives. P/S: “And they said I was scary”, Illya muttered when Napoleon took the bullet out for him that night.

Some intruders shoot Illya. Napoleon does not approve.

Comment: Boys being BAMF-y, with some pretty good dialogue.

Having trouble sleeping? | vaenarys | 2.1k words

He tosses and turns for a while before Illya becomes too annoyed to ignore it. "What now, Cowboy?” he growls.

“I can’t sleep like this,” Solo states and Illya is sure that the other man is pouting, but he can’t bring himself to care. There is a long silence and a few more turns from Solo before Illya decides that he will take the bait.

“Why?” Illya asks with a huff and without much interest.

Solo is bound to have slept with other people in one bed before, given his reputation as a playboy, so what is the problem right now?

Comments: Pre-slash. Cute, fluffy, light-hearted.

To Sleep | Tallihensia | 7.2k words

As they wait to go on their next mission, the team splits up for some rest. Napoleon and Illya end up in the same apartment, which leads to some misunderstandings, some reflections, and later, some sleep.

 Illya yawned again, his stern face relaxing. “Your country has a saying about that…”

 “It’s British. But satisfaction brought him back - that’s American.”

Comments: Another pre-slash, bed-sharing delight. I loved the careful dance between the two boys, and the writer’s way of writing Illya’s voice. 

(conscious) | zvous | 502 words

There’s a tattoo on everyone that states a phrase your soulmate will tell you. Not always your first words, but you will recognize them.

Comments: I first came across this variation of the soulmate trope (which is in and of itself a surefire kink of mine) in the Avengers (Marvel Cinematic ‘Verse) fandom, and it has since grown on me quite. This piece may be really short, but it is also thoughtful, and quietly lyrically in a way that steals your breath all the same. 

Russian Courtship Traditions | tumtatumtum | 5.5k words

Illya does not believe in the old courtship traditions. He does not believe in mates either.

OR

Illya and Napoleon struggle, court each other with misunderstandings, and eventually make it to a bedroom.

Comments: This fic snared me with the promise of A/B/O. (I am such a sucker for this trope.) The boys are adorable in this fun romp.

anonymous asked:

Wafer, ci racconti la storia dietro a "Il futuro delle statue"? :3 Bellissimo blog, ti mando tanti abbracci e grazie in anticipo!

che lettore attento abbiamo qui!
ciao biscottino!

Allora, Il futuro delle statue - ovvero quest'opera qui sotto:

Non è la faccia di un signore qualsiasi in un momento qualsiasi della propria esistenza. Si tratta di un comune calco in gesso della maschera funeraria di Napoleone Bonaparte. René Magritte dipinse il volto in azzurro, e lo spruzzò di nuvole candide. La morte assume così un valore nuovo, inatteso - la severità del cimelio funebre viene stemprata nella profondità del cielo, nella morbidezza delle nuvole; l'ineluttabilità della morte segnalata dalle palpebre chiuse e dalle labbra strette, si lancia in un fluttuante mondo onirico che personalmente trovo affascinante. Il sito della Tate, che conserva in collezione uno dei cinque calchi di Bonaparte lavorati da Magritte, riporta il commento dell’artista ad un amico che cercò di interpretare l’opera parlando appunto di morte e vita, e del mondo dei sogni - egli disse, infatti: «a patch of sky traversed by clouds and dreams [can] transfigure the very face of death in a totally unexpected way»

anonymous asked:

hello :) do you have Illya/Napoleon fic recs? Thank you!

yes i have <3

to sleep by tallihensia [7,148 words]

As they wait to go on their next mission, the team splits up for some rest. Napoleon and Illya end up in the same apartment, which leads to some misunderstandings, some reflections, and later, some sleep.

 Illya yawned again, his stern face relaxing. “Your country has a saying about that…”

 “It’s British. But satisfaction brought him back - that’s American.”

love in the times of cold war by merle_p [6,773 words]

“Don’t blame yourself,” Waverly says, almost kindly. “No one saw it coming.”Illya looks down at him, surprised and perhaps a little condescending, because he knows better than to blame himself, and he doesn’t understand why Waverly thinks he would. Solo is good at what he does, one of the best, and Illya has always been more than aware that Solo could trick him if he really set his mind to it.No, Illya does not blame himself for not seeing the signs. If there is anything he should blame himself for, it is that he let himself assume that he wouldn’t have to look for them in the first place. But socialism is a future-oriented ideology, and there is no point in dwelling on the past. Illya has made a mistake, is all. He is not going to make it again.

this war against your faith by ingu [8,917 words] 

Napoleon had really hoped to never have to go through a thing like this again. Being strapped once to an electric chair was trauma enough. The last time, he’d had nightmares for weeks after the fact, not that he would ever have told a soul.

“Hold down that button long enough,” the voice continues, “And your partner will die.”

It takes a second for the significance of the man’s words to register. Napoleon stills.

“You want me to kill Peril?”

the prison and the open hand by ingu [wip] (sequel to this war against your faith)

“We’re good friends,” Napoleon admits, and he can’t help the edge of bitterness that slips into his voice. Illya hadn’t precisely held a gun to his head when Napoleon made that concession, but it doesn’t stop the indignant fury that arises at the memory. His anger is mostly directed at himself, for not realising in time that Illya would turn Napoleon’s own questions against him, for not knowing when to leave well enough alone, and for shattering his hope with reality before he really even got the chance to dream.

But Gaby doesn’t know any of that, and it’s better to let her come to her own conclusions about why Napoleon is annoyed.

“I just don’t see why he’s making such a fuss over this particular mission,” Napoleon continues, recalcitrant.

“Then talk to him,” Gaby moans.

taking care of business by mangomartini [4,066 words]

“That is a good plan,” Illya admits, as if he can’t quite believe those words just left his mouth directed at that American. He lowers his gun. “I could kiss you, Cowboy.”

And he knows it’s an expression, one he’s not exactly sure Illya picked up. And he knows the law back home, and what trouble someone like him could get in doing something like this with someone who wasn’t down. But he also knows his own silver tongue, and if he could talk his way out of his own death, Napoleon Solo could talk his way out of this.

“You could, you know.”

Or, what happened between Illya trashing his hotel room and the two of them chilling on the balcony.

needs must when the devil drives by zealouslyquixotic [wip] *T H I S F I C*

When it boiled down to the bare elements, Napoleon had always lacked the ability to treat serious things with the respect they deserved, and Illya was nothing if not serious.

A serious person and a serious relationship right from their stumbled attempts at friendship through to the nebulous lines surrounding loyalty, lust, love. He had never known where they stood because he refused to quantify his own emotions. How could he begin to comprehend Illya’s when he was so far in denial about the sheer extent of his own? He had wasted years in that same manner; denying, joking, maintaining a front of shallow interest, of want founded solely in carnal gratification.

His time had long since run out and now all he had was an undeserved sacrifice, a cracked veneer, and a paraphrased line from a 17th century poem.

“Had I but world enough, and time.”

Damning last words of regret and forgiveness.

i’d like to (put my fingers on you) by colonel_bastard [4,314 words]

Illya has a jealous streak. Napoleon encourages him.

the gemini affair by manic_intent [46,876 words]

In the first month of being co-opted into working with Illya Kuryakin full time at U.N.C.L.E., Napoleon stole Illya’s father’s watch four times, twice out of spite, once out of drunken curiosity, and once out of sheer boredom. After the fourth time, Gaby sprained one of Napoleon’s fingers and threatened to do worse if he did it again.

“You are not a spy,” she told him firmly, dangling the watch out of reach as Napoleon curled in a wincing, fetal position on his Le Corbusier couch in his upstate apartment. “You are a thief with the self-control of a child. Now give me back my ring.”

“What ring?” Napoleon asked innocently, even through the pain.

“How fond are you of your nose?” Gaby shot back blandly.

baby, when they made me, they broke the mold by sparklylulz [3,387 words]

Napoleon bent over the table, letting his forehead rest upon the cool wood, trying to sort his thoughts. He’d lost partners – friends, even – in the field before. He didn’t know that he would call Illya a friend – but he wouldn’t not call him a friend, either. The sight of his red blood pooling on the white leather of that backseat had unnerved Napoleon in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

(In which Napoleon takes a long time to come to an understanding of a very simple thing.)

pressure points by sospes [4,494 words]

Illya wakes to chains around his wrists and a knife at Napoleon Solo’s throat. Just another day at the office - until it’s not.

if i run it’s not enough by ingu [5,534 words]

Greed, and lust, those were the two sins that defined Napoleon Solo, and Illya Kuryakin aroused the two precise desires in Napoleon he never chose to resist. With his stoic gaze and chiseled jawline, Kuryakin was as beautiful and inscrutable as a Greek statue, and Napoleon had never been one to leave works of art undefiled.

the space between by sospes [5,405 words]

Solo goes missing. Illya all but panics. And Gaby’s the one who holds it all together.

heart to heart by sildominarin [1,902 words]

No one, not even Napoleon Solo, can go through electrocution without consequences.

the show must go on by ingu [7,147 words] *THIS FUCKED ME UP :D*

It’s not that you don’t think about dying. You know with a clear certainty that yes, it may well kill you. But the part where your mind trips over itself is in the possibility, the uncertainty behind an inevitable eventuality.

Yes, it might all end terribly, just maybe not today.

kiss from a rose by el3anorrigby [3,639 words]

As he opened the door to his office, he almost expected to see Napoleon at his desk, greeting him with his famous smirk. But he wasn’t there.

The story where Illya is missing Napoleon, a little bit more than he’d expected.

through the fire by el3anorrigby [4,439 words]

Illya’s watch is his priceless treasure. Napoleon knows that from the first time they’d worked together in Rome. And he would do almost anything to ensure Illya doesn’t lose it again.

antidote by wneleh [804 words]

Napoleon looks awful in the dimly-lit room, pale face slightly elevated above even paler sheets, a tube running into one arm. Carrying the fluids hospitals love, and the alleged antidote, and something else entirely to counteract the nasty chemistry that occurs when poison meets poison.

my lonely heart is racing by brodinsons (aeon_entwined) [1,169 words]

Napoleon’s luck runs out.

mutually assured distraction by merle_p [5,142 words]

“Why didn’t you, then?” she asks, a reasonable question, and he turns his face towards the window, watches the Valencian night rush by.

“I was distracted,” he says.

She is quiet for a while.

“Distracted by whom?” she finally asks, and he keeps his eyes on the window.

“I do not know.” It is a lie, and he is sure that Gaby knows it is a lie, but she is kind enough not to point that out.

first kiss by taniarose [449 words]

Kuryakin’s lips were stiff and cold under his own.

electric sickness by unitedpen [2,552 words]

Illya and Napoleon deal with the aftermath of Napoleon’s torture at the hands of Uncle Rudi.

all there is to a fire by endquestionmark [3,065 words]

Illya, angry, is about as subtle as a wall to the face; Napoleon knows this because he’s seen Illya angry, and he’s taken a wall to the face, two incidents which occurred in very quick succession, and has been forever unable to separate them since. Illya focused is something else entirely. Rain, and eight inches of steel, and the sound that it had made coming out of the sheath: in retrospect, Napoleon had been moderately concussed at the time, most likely, but he deals in illusions, in the setting of a scene, and the blocking had stuck.

the be and end all by ingu [5,141 words] (SAD SHIT BRO! IT’LL MAKE U CRY! BE PREPARED)

Illya has heard the stories, been taught the tales since his childhood. He has been warned of the degenerates who will entice and corrupt unsuspecting young men toward irredeemable sin, who will go against nature and turn their lust against their own people, those without morals or care for the innocents they will one day destroy.

He is trained to see the signs, to heed the warnings before its too late and he is swallowed whole. Illya is someone who knows better than most, and when he first steps out into the world after a childhood built on perseverance, he thinks he is prepared. He will never fall victim.

But then, he meets Napoleon Solo.

crimean shore by merle_p [7,436 words]

“Does he ever talk about his past?” Napoleon asks, the words escaping his mouth before he can tell himself to hold them back. He coughs. “You know. During all those fake romantic nights?”

“His past?” Gaby asks slowly, and gives him a curious look.

“Yeah, you know,” Napoleon gestures, feeling tired and out of his depth. “Lovers. Family. Russia. That kind of thing.”

glad to see you: after the chair by ironwomanstark [2,295 words]

Prompt: Takes place immediately after Illya saves Napoleon from The Chair. Sure, he’s able to walk away from it but that much electricity coursing through your body will definitely cause some lingering problems. Like the fact that Napoleon has a hard time catching his breath, is experiencing heart palpitations, chest pain, dizziness, and basically just having a bit of a hard time recovering from the electrical torture he was just put through.
Illya is desperate to rescue Gaby but also realizes that his partner isn’t doing so hot either. Cue him being all awkwardly worried and not sure what to do but (surprisingly) not willing to just leave Napoleon behind.

the locked room affair by ingu [1,410 words]

“Why are you being like this? We do not need to be in here.”

“Probably not,” says Napoleon, “But like Gaby said, we’re in time out. Which means we both need to cool down before we can leave.”

future affinity by ceredin [4,544 words]

The age old trope of taking off their clothes and cuddling to preserve body heat.

fear of uncertainty by el3anorrigby [5,498 words]

Illya was livid. He could not believe it when Gaby told him Napoleon was off on another lone mission.

domesticity by chartreuser [wip]

Illya attempts to bring Napoleon back, and Napoleon attempts to bring him to somewhere like home.

it’s been a long day without you, my friend. by fineandwittie [926 words] *BY THE FCKIN TITLE U CAN TELL IT’S A SAD FIC*

Exactly what it says on the tin. Telling you any more than the tags say would spoil things.

i’m with you by el3anorrigby [4,300 words] *mcd* (THIS FIC D E ST R O Y E D ME AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH BYE)

Illya hated the way they’d become, formal, cold and stiff. They weren’t like this before. Perhaps the only time they’d acted like this had been the first time they’d met.
The one where they realise love, but they’re just a little too late.

jen’s illya kuryakin/napoleon solo fic recs

illya kuryakin/napoleon solo

  • Finders Keepers by AndreaLyn [Gaby is no help either, because every time Napoleon even broaches the subject of how Illya has the uncanny ability to find him, she says such hurtful and awful things like, “Maybe you’re just easy to find.”It’s not bugs and it’s not trackers, so how does Illya keep finding Napoleon, no matter where he goes?]
  • The Trojan Affair by manic_intent [Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.“Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.]
  • Communion by Saucery [An incubus and a priest team up with a witch in order to save the world. Or, a supernatural version of The Man From U.N.C.L.E., complete with evil demons and hotel sex.]
  • If I Run It’s Not Enough by Ingu [Greed, and lust, those were the two sins that defined Napoleon Solo, and Illya Kuryakin aroused the two precise desires in Napoleon he never chose to resist. With his stoic gaze and chiseled jawline, Kuryakin was as beautiful and inscrutable as a Greek statue, and Napoleon had never been one to leave works of art undefiled.]
  • Russian Courtship Traditions by tumtatumtum [llya does not believe in the old courtship traditions. He does not believe in mates either.]