The projectionist stops on an image of Solo in Saint Mark’s Square in Venice. His arm is lifted to throw seed to the pigeons, and his left shirt sleeve is rolled up to expose a muscular forearm dusted with dark hair, where swirls of gold curl across his skin.
Illya’s right wrist itches beneath the wrappings and his father’s watch. He betrays no emotion as the projectionist moves to the next slide. Oleg’s eyes are boring into the side of his head, waiting for him to flinch from the task.
The Second Directorate of the KGB keeps the citizens’ records: sigil location, what it looks like. The KGB knows what they are asking Illya to do.
Solo is handsome, broad-shouldered, with beautiful hands, an artist’s hands. Those clever hands and long fingers will be stilled by Illya’s doing. He will leave Solo’s dark hair matted in blood.
Source: how certain the journey – Chapter 1, by brightlyburning – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
This is one of the rare BDSM AUs that really, really work for me, thanks to the way the author manages to make it perfectly fit these two characters. I truly believe they’re soulmates here, their needs and personalities uniquely complementing each other.
She watched that summer as he came and went at odd hours. Sometimes he disappeared for days before stumbling back up the stairs, looking tired, hungry, and, occasionally, somewhat battered. Despite her initial twinge of worry, he didn’t play the “rock and roll” that so many of the young people seemed to worship. He played jazz, the music of her youth, of those smoky nights in Paris when she’d danced until she thought her legs would turn to blocks of wood. She sat in her window and listened by the hour on those rare evenings when he came home early. He didn’t seem to have many albums, and a few of those he did have were scratched, but the music still made her smile and hum along.
Source: Window, by katyabaturinsky – The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV) [Archive of Our Own] | https://archiveofourown.org/
I love outside POVs, and this one’s just lovely!
The Space Between, by sospes
Solo goes missing. Illya all but panics. And Gaby’s the one who holds it all together.
Teen, post-movie. Warning for torture. A great Gaby POV about Illya, Solo and what it means to risk your life for someone – and your heart.