I watched the Man From U.N.C.L.E. reboot again a few days ago, and apparently it was love at second sight, so for the past few days I've been thinking a lot about queer spies (and yelling about said spies to my friend on facebook). This yelling resulted in fic.
This was hammered out in one sitting, I have a cold, and it’s not betaed, so, to quote one of my favourite fic writers, “caveat lector; mind your head”. This is pure self-indulgent nonsense, nothin’ deep here, folks.
Word count: 1093
Relationships: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Summary: The gang goes out for a drink or five.
They’ve been working together for three months already when Illya first hears Napoleon sing, and he nearly fumbles his drink in surprise.( Read more... )
( this got REALLY LONG somehow )
So apparently this is the kind of thing that happens when I bingewatch a show I haven't seen since primary school. (I even got an icon to match my obsession!)
Recession has shuffled clay Jannon out of his life as a Web-design drone and serendipity coupled with sheer curiosity has lnded him a new job working the night shift at Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore. And it doesn't take long for clay to realise that the quiet, dusty book emporium is even more curious than the name suggests. There are only a few fanatically committed customers, but they never seem to actually buy anything, instead they simply borrow impossibly obscure volumes perched on dangerously high shelves, all according to some elaborate arrangement with the eccentric proprietor.
The store must be a front for something larger, Clay concludes, and soon he has plugged in his laptop, roped in his friends (and a cute girl who works for Google), and embarked on a high-tech analysis of the customers' behaviour. What they discover is an ancient secret that can only be solved by modern means, and a global conspiracy guarded by Mr. Penumbra himself... who has mysteriously disappeared.