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Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015) was such an under-appreciated movie. And I never get tired of watching it.
Although it has been some years since I saw the classic too. Hmm.
Tonight now has plans.
Man From UNCLE Fic Recs
Had a lot of people showing interest in the Man From UNCLE Fic Rec post I did this week.
I’ve been devouring fic for the show since I started rewatching it a few weeks ago so there are a few previous rec posts if anyone is interested.
Here, here, and here
I won’t say i’m in love ( Gallya )
Gaby was alone in the hotel room that she shared with Illya for their mission and she was Confuse. Gaby don’t know what to do about Illya for when she is around him her heartbeat go faster and when he look at her she almost stop breathing.
Gaby stand in front a mirror and lock at here reflection and start to sing.
‘’ If there's a prize for rotten judgment I guess I've already won that No man is worth the aggravation That's ancient history, been there, done that’’
Here reflection sings back.
‘’Who d'you think you're kidding He's the earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden Honey we can see right through you (Oh no) Girl, you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling Who you thinking of?’’
Gaby lock back to here reflection with a determined gaze and answer.
‘’ No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no’’
But the here reflection only smile back.
You swoon, you sigh, why deny it, oh, oh
Gaby shook her head. It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming "get a grip, girl" "Unless you're dying to cry your heart out"
here reflection only gave here a stare that said you lying.
Girl, you can't deny it Who you are and how you're feeling Baby we're not buying Hon we saw you hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up When you gonna own up that you got, got, got it bad?
Withe out Gaby knowing she was smiling.
No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no
Here reflection lock at here with a bigger smile.
Give up, give in, check the grin, you're in love
Gaby notice here smile and try to stop smiling but she did’t succeed.
This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love
We'll do it until you admit you're in love You're way off base, I won't say it Get off my case, I won't say it Girl don't be proud, it's okay you're in love At least out loud I won't say I'm in love
Gaby turn away from the mirror but still smiling and said to herself ‘’ Maybe i’m in love with Illya.
I ship them so hard! They are one of my OTP!!!
Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin, The Man From UNCLE
You know what my mission is?
Same as mine was. Kill me if necessary.
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Peace | Illya Kuryakin
Pairing: Illya Kuryakin x Reader
Warning(s): None
Request(s): Nope, just wanted to write about my man
Tagging: @thepoet1975 @raywinchester @im-tired-please-stop
Just as the first bite of cold wind crept under his night-shirt your hand moved around his middle, warm and soft. In seconds your body was molded to his own, sharing your body heat as easily as you shared your heart.
He could never let another close to him like this, but you were so different.
He had never known a person to always have the right motivations, even when you were wrong. There was a purity to you, naivety perhaps, but you were the only flower in the meadow for his eyes.
Perhaps that’s why he fell for you. Why he loved you. Why he married you.
Marriage had never been a spoken word in his life. For how could one speak about marriage what they held no knowledge to the meaning?
It was not a ring worn or a paper signed. It was not something endured but savored. He knew the meaning now as you lay so peacefully on top of him, peaceful and beautiful as always.
Marriage was a place where the savage winds ceased, where no clouds could block the warmth of the evening rays.
It was a place where the sun would set with no fear of the darkness to come.
Where one soul could whisper to another in a language only its mate could truly hear. A place where togetherness meant peace.
That’s all he ever wanted. Peace.
As if on cue, light footsteps behind him came to interrupt that peace. It made him seethe with anger, eyes fluttering open in an instant as his hand moved to grab that of the intruder’s.
“What do you want?” his words were mere whispers, careful not to disturb you but his tone was enough to intimidate any man.
Just not this one.
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important, Peril. There’s something you should see.” Solo spoke steadily, his voice not faltering a bit despite your husband’s glare.
Illya groaned, sighing lightly. Of course, he had to ruin a moment so perfect.
“Give me a minute.”
Napoleon nodded and took a step back, moving towards the exit rather louder than you would expect a trained spy such as him to walk. The floor squeaked and you stirred in your sleep just enough for Illya to notice as he looked back at Solo, a murderous look on his face.
“Wake her up and I will kill you.” he seethed through gritted teeth, such intensity within the pools of blue inside his eyes that for the first time even Solo felt a tinge of fear, knowing fully what the Russian spy was capable of should anyone challenge him.
He stilled his movements completely, raising his arms in surrender as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
All he could do was watch in awe as Illya gently pulled away from your hold, moving your body to rest on top of the mattress instead as he took a moment to admire you. His hands moved ever so gracefully; surprisingly so for a man of his size as he moves the covers around you just enough to tuck you in properly.
He knew you’d be freezing when you woke up, missing the warmth of his body like you always did when he was away.
Grabbing a proper pair of trousers from the nearest chair, Illya seized his moves yet again to hover over your sleeping form, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
With a content sigh, he was ready to leave.
He moved past Solo swiftly, leaving the poor man dazed as his brain struggled to process what he had just witnessed.
Illya Kuryakin was a 6'4 tall KGB agent with enough physical strength to kill a man with little to no effort yet here he was; always as gentle as a lamb when it came to you.
His booming voice was enough to snap Napoleon out of his daze, “You coming, Cowboy?”
So I watched Codename Uncle and...
damn I really do have a thing for capable but himbo-dumb, big, strong hunky guys who are obsessed with their wife/girlfriend and their head is basically just 'that's my wife/girlfiriend' on a constant loop while around her and they're probably super dangerous but just so protective and respectful... (because women deserve rights, Mark!!).
Yes, I am talking about Ilya. I will continue to talk about Ilya because this man. THIS MAN. Gosh I love him so much and that movie is absolute GOLD.
Like Jesus Christ that man walked into a clothing store and went 'no woman of mine is going to look out if style' and went and created an entire outfit for her?!? Then proceeded to propose to her with an expensive af ring for the cover but damn did he catch feelings. And the DANCE SCENEEEEE????!??? Still screeching...
Yeah, my brain saw that oversized 'puppy but trauma dump' of a man and really said 'I could fix him'
Well less I can fix him and more that he would fix himself for me, if I were Gaby... But 'I can help him and cuddle him and lay his head on my lap as I stroke his hair' was definitely a thought... 👀
