#gallya

[milkshakekate]

18! Or if that’s beef asked, 6. 😁

6 was also a belter!! I might take that one, too!! Thank you, love! xxx 

The Taste of Sunlight

“Mamochka, it hurts my hands.”

“Put them in your coat.”Illya let go of his mother’s hand to stuff his little red fingers in his pockets. “It is cold in there, too.”Stopping at the Nikolskaya street crossing, his mother peered down to study him closely. They were in a hurry to meet his father for lunch, a rare luxury, but something here had slowed her. Pulling him aside and off the street, Illya’s mother crouched down to wipe at his chilled-pink nose with a tissue. Her leather gloves smelled new, and she removed each from her hands to slip them onto his. There was so much room his fingers nearly got lost, but she quickly righted them for him.“Don’t think about the cold, Ilyusha,” she said, as she checked the fastenings of his coat. “Remember our holiday to Sochi? How warm it was in the sun?”Illya sniffed and the ice stung his chest. “Yes, Mama.”“Think about that. The nice memories, too. That same sun is in your pockets and it is keeping you warm. Now, come. We will buy new gloves on the way hom—

“You don’t speak Russian now, Kuryakin?” Illya blinks hard. In the rear view mirror ahead, a set of black olive eyes are scrutinising him. “What are you talking about?”

“Too much time with the English and your tongue will stay that way,” tuts another.The third agent beside him removes the dossier from his lap and gives it to those in the front seat. “You have gotten slow,” Agent Kuznetsov warns him, grim. “Wake up.”

There is breath on the inside of the windows and ice on the out, and they have put him in the cramped back seat. He can’t have dozed off, not in this cold. He has only glazed over again. Now, Moscow is frozen over with memories. He can’t work here without thinking of his mother. 

Illya has missed Russian company, but not company like this. This is a routine KGB assignment with three unwilling fellow agents, one of whom he has worked with before, but that makes the man no more friendly. They’re here to trail another corrupt Official. After so much time neglecting the Motherland, Illya’s handler thought it smart to reacquaint him with the concept.

The assignment has been gruelling. Long nights, rushed travel, and an open deadline; as long as they wanted him in Moscow, he would stay in Moscow. He could not choose his work, his schedule, or his company. He should be grateful to be back in the city. Glad for the shards in the wind that have spiked his nose and cheeks for weeks now. It’s where he belongs.

Illya might wish for the other agents not to berate him, or ignore him. He might wish for his reputation and authority to hold as much weight as they used to; both have suffered here since U.N.C.L.E., though his skills still keep him tolerable. He is only half Russian, now. On loan. He has known forgiveness, and acceptance, and that has ruined him.

But tonight he doesn’t mind. He isn’t running in this race anymore. In Moscow, he will do as he is told. In the quiet, in his corner of the car where none of them want anything to do with him, Illya can practise his own discipline. Self-preserving discipline, gentle on the heart. He cuts out the bitter world he’s been dropped back into, and sinks back into the one he has taken by choice.

Illya doesn’t think of Sochi to stay warm anymore. He thinks of Istanbul.

When Kuznetsov cracks open the squeaking window to smoke, and the blistering wind rushes back in to bite him, Illya thinks of the breeze from the Bosphorus strait, billowing the sheers from the balcony and into his room. When the Moscow streets reek of wet cold cobblestone and damp wool coats, Illya feels nothing but sweltering heat, black tea, and how his sweat had plastered the bed sheets to his back.

Then street lamps are a pair of sunny yellow earrings. His hands, no gloves, are brushing dark hair over a soft, bare shoulder. Warm, slow. He hadn’t thought it would be slow. It wasn’t, until he’d insisted on it. Taking his time, his palms on her thighs to gentle her. Skin to skin. Nothing was cold, there. Only stickily, breathlessly hot. So much so, it was only cool enough to touch at night, so all day they waited, standing too closely, talking too quietly, holding glances steady enough to burn.

At dawn, golden with prayer calls down all the white walled streets, was Gaby sprawling in the sun of his ruined bed and stroking his aching jaw. On him, under him, around him, she radiated with all the surprise and power of a Spitfire. Sparking under his hands, his mouth. She’d tasted of sunlight, salt, clean sweat. Shivering only for his words, and shaking only for another cause entirely. She’d laughed. And to Illya’s surprise, even now, so had he.

“What’s he smirking about?”

Sleet splashes mutely on the windscreen, torn up by the wipers. They’ve reached the checkpoint, the white beam of a guard’s searchlight cutting everything in half. 

“This is what the West does to you?” 

Illya snatches Kuznetsov’s hand, threatening now to slap the back of his head, and he shoves it away. The agents and the guard discuss schedules, papers, and a boxing match they had all missed tonight. Illya takes his papers from his coat pocket, blankly hands them to the front seat. They’re cleared, and they drive on.

Illya winds down his window, and he starts again.

[heytheredeann]

TMFU + headlines (pt. 11)

[deducitetemporacarmen]

The Man From U.N.C.L.E (2015) Gift Exchange

....goes into the next round! You know the drill!

Signups are now open for the exchange until mid October - you can find this year’s collection and rules here!

This sounds cool! What is it and what do I have to do?

The TMFU Gift Exchange is exactly what it sounds like. You sign up right here by filling out the request and offer forms. After the sign-up closes, your offer will be matched with someone else’s requests and your requests with someone else’s offer anonymously (not necessarily the same participant). Once the matching is done, this gift exchange appears then under Assignments on your AO3 account with your assigned requests. From those requests you choose a prompt and write a fic for it with at least 1000 words in English or create fanart for it. Create a gift, get a gift!

If you are already familiar with exchanges either on AO3 or other sites, nothing about this should be too unusual, but if you’re a fan of the film who would like to participate but is new to the concept of exchanges and has questions or concerns, please check out the FAQ of the collection for more info!

Schedule:

Sign-ups open: September 25th (Wednesday) Sign-ups close: October 13th (Sunday) Email Check-In: November 24th (Sunday) Deadline: December 15th (Sunday) Works Revealed: December 25th (Wednesday) Creators Revealed: January 1st (Wednesday)

Who do I talk to if I have questions?

If it's not answered already in the FAQ of the collection, please feel free to comment directly on this post or send a message to me @deducitetemporacarmen with any questions or concerns. The collection email is deducitetemporacarmen@gmail.com (also me lol).

Spread The Word! :D

(Yes, that means reblogging ;D)

[bighandsforabigheart]

something I made a while back

[justabigoldnerd]

Another favorite silent conversation after

"Going soft, Peril?"

Illya goes through this:

"What you talking about??"

"....wait, am I.....?"

"No, fuck you, how DARE-"

Then GABY walks in

His face is soft when he looks at her

Then he realizes what he's done/what Solo means and looks to Solo-

"Don't you say a WORD."

THIS SMUG LITTLE SHIT

"THAT is what I'm talking about."

"Whatever you say, Peril~"

[wyrdsistergoldenhair]

I feel crazy for posting this, but I need help locating a fanfic. The author removed it from AO3 years ago because they decided to make it an original work. I could’ve sworn I saved a copy but I can’t find it anywhere.

Fandom: The Man from UNCLE (2015 film)

Pairing(s): I think it was Illya/Napoleon/Gabby but I’m not 100% sure

Premise: The story was still set in the 1960s but the technology was way more advanced. Napoleon was either a robot or a cyborg. It was a long fic and/or had multiple chapters. I vaguely remember it ending with Illya getting hurt and having his hand/arm amputated. 

If anyone has a copy of the fic they would be willing to share with me, I would greatly appreciate it.  

[pippinoftheshire]

When you think something is done with you and it proves you wrong...😂💖

I have to admit to being rather proud of this series... A massive thank you to everyone who has read/left kudos and love. When I saw the first fic pass 100 Kudos, it truly warmed my heart!

Canonic Divergent Drabbles:

I Will Always Find My Way to You / Podfic of I Will Always Find My Way to You by @justabigoldnerd

The Words I Cannot Say

Perhaps We Are Made for Each Other

You Couldn't Lie Then, and You Sure as Hell Can't Lie to Me Now

All Those Wonders Sit in Wait for Us

[lunarliteratures]

i watched the man from uncle thrice and i'm obsessed. thinking about making a tumblr blog just to write fanfics about illya and gaby bc they occupy my mind rent-free

[bartholomew-junior]

sorry if it looks messy

[somedeepmystery]

These retreat mentions share more if you are ready and want too :)

I will admit that I’m not sure it will ever be ready to post, but I do have a two sentence synopsis. But the bitch is 375k (absolutely ridiculous) which makes it difficult to fit into any size synopsis.

Elevator pitch: Two people with disastrous sex lives are matched together on an exclusive sex retreat, and the sparks fly. Months later, fate brings them together again but, to have any chance at a real relationship, they’ll have to overcome past traumas, personal conflicts, long distance, and a hidden connection that puts them both in the cross-hairs of a maniac.

(If you don’t like sex scenes, this fic is not for you.)

Getting Illya to go to a sex retreat? I know, I know, friend. It did take work. lol

I want to give a list of tropes but I’m drawing a blank, except for the most important one, lol, the Size Kink. Hahaha! Most important one to know going in, anyway. 😂

Gaby’s owns an automobile manufacturing company, Schmidt Automotive, which she inherited from her foster father. Things are going well in that department, but her sex/dating life is in the trash. All the men she dates end up being selfish/clueless in bed. After a particularly disappointing (insulting) encounter, she gets a call from long time rival Victoria, offering her a free trip: to an exclusive, tailored, sex retreat.

She doesn’t take her up on it immediately but eventually decides that, since she can turn down the person she is paired with, she might as well give it a try.

Illya owns/operates a company that offers security and protection services. His sex life also sucks-- mostly because of his, shall we say, anatomy? It’s more than a little intimidating. It sucks, sure, especially since his last long time girlfriend dumped him over it. **  He is ready to just deal with it, but his partner and foster brother, Solo, is not ready to leave things be and decides to but him a trip to this very exclusive retreat where they are experts at matching people up for sex. Illya immediately rejects this but, after some time and trials, he decides that doing something different is better than just doing nothing/same thing over and over. He decides to take a chance.

After a slightly awkward beginning to their first meeting, things between them go VERY WELL. In fact, it’s almost like they were made for each other somehow. Problem? This retreat was only supposed to be a one weekend deal. While Illya is hoping she’ll be willing to keep in touch, Gaby and her abandonment issues are immediately in retreat because of how much she actually likes the person behind all the great sex. She leaves without exchanging numbers, or even last names.

Six months later, her company is experiencing a security issue. Important, proprietary information has been leaked to the competition: Vinciguerra Motors! Waverly sets about hiring a security expert to come in and close the gaps. And who walks into Gaby’s conference room but the guy she left behind at the sex retreat. The guy she has totally not been thinking of ever since.

ANYWAY - there’s more after that, because it’s like three books in one lol, but that’s as long of a post as I want to make. Writing it all out makes me see how ridiculous it all is. But, in my defense, when I was originally writing it, it was just for funsies, so I wasn’t trying to make it make sense.

Hope that gave you a little of what you are looking for, anon. And it’s not just torture for something that will never be, because I cannot guarantee I will ever post it.

**all the tictok girlies calling out how ridiculous large dicks are in romances/erotica is so funny to me now because, yeah a huge dick seems normal when you read this shit but in reality? Sure. Illya's dick is too big, that's literally the point. *snerk* (Also, I started writing this Dec 2015, friends. And the idea was born after watching Magic Mike XXL, bwahahahahaha!)

[heytheredeann]

TMFU + text posts pt. 11

[deducitetemporacarmen]

The Man From U.N.C.L.E (2015) Gift Exchange

....goes into the next round!

Signups are now open for the exchange through September- you can find this year’s collection and rules here!

This sounds cool! What is it and what do I have to do?

The TMFU Gift Exchange is exactly what it sounds like. You sign up right here by filling out the request and offer forms. After the sign-up closes, your offer will be matched with someone else’s requests and your requests with someone else’s offer anonymously (not necessarily the same participant). Once the matching is done, this gift exchange appears then under Assignments on your AO3 account with your assigned requests. From those requests you choose a prompt and write a fic for it with at least 1000 words in English or create fanart for it. Create a gift, get a gift!

If you are already familiar with exchanges either on AO3 or other sites, nothing about this should be too unusual, but if you’re a fan of the film who would like to participate but is new to the concept of exchanges and has questions or concerns, please check out the FAQ of the collection for more info!

Schedule:

Sign-up Closes:         30th of September  

Check-in:                    26th of November

Assignments Due:    15th of December                                               

Works Revealed:       25th of December           

Creators Revealed:   1st of January

Who do I talk to with questions?

If it's not answered already in the FAQ of the collection, please feel free to comment directly on this post or send a message to me @deducitetemporacarmen with any questions or concerns.

Spread The Word! :D

(Yes, that means reblogging ;D)

[bighandsforabigheart]

Gallya (illya being the tough guy kitten obviously)

[justabigoldnerd]

Domestic Spies

[justabigoldnerd]

That one Soulmate AU where the first words your soul mate says to you are written on your arm:

Gaby is fucking PISSED when hers appears on her eighteenth birthday. "My woman would never wear anything like that."???? She would never let a man speak to her like that, the Universe is crazy if it thinks she's gonna like this asshole. She spends the next few years fuming and waiting for the day she can tell her "soulmate" to fuck right off.

Solo is just downright confused when his appears. "Obviously I was briefed about you." What does that even MEAN?? What is there to brief?? He's freshly enlisted and just arrived in West Germany two years ago, what the fuck?? Then he starts his art theft career, gets caught and blackmailed by the CIA, and now the words make a little more sense, but now he greets every potential partner or even kidnapper with sharp ears.

Illya wakes up on his eighteenth birthday expecting to see nothing on his arm. What he gets is something he's only ever heard of in stories. There is a sentence on each arm. But when he reads them, he understands. They're not simple greetings or kind words. They're negative. Accusatory, even. They're the kind of things people say to him anyway. "What's he doing here?" on one arm and "I'm sure….you understand humiliation, better than most." on the other. He supposes that if there really are people out there that are meant to be his "soulmates", he can't blame them for any judgment they would undoubtedly have regarding his father.

[pippinoftheshire]

Decided to finally create some tmfu mood-boards on pintrest lol

Gaby

Solo

Illya

Gaby x Illya

Napollya

💖