Fanfic Recs by coprime

The Wild Wild U.N.C.L.E. (Napoleon/Illya, Jim/Artie | PG13 | 11,255 words) is the story that got me interested in the Wild Wild West. Napoleon and Illya land in Jim and Artie's time. The Napoleon/Illya stuff shows that they're happy and in love and comfortable with each other, which is how I like my couples. Artie and Jim are cute. While the focus is not on the time-travel, enough thought was put into that point so that it's not senseless.

Excerpt:
"Jim, I..." Artie began speaking before he stepped through the door, and stopped abruptly once he got a lookinside. "You're not James West."

"Not last time I looked," the man responded amiably. Handsome, with dark hair and twinkling eyes, he smiled in a friendly manner. For all his geniality, however, there was an air of impersonal menace about him. He sat on the floor with his back against the wall, cradling the motionless form of a smaller blond man in his arms.

"What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for our good host to decide what to do with us, I expect." He didn't seem particularly concerned, his flippant attitude reminding Artie of Jim. The stranger lifted one shoulder, shifting his clasp on the man lying against his chest.

"What's wrong with your friend?" Artie belatedly found his concern.

"Nothing. It's his turn to sleep." That half-shrug again, accompanied by another faint grin. Artie wondered how anyone could sleep through the conversation. "Your friend, James West -- he an athletic-looking fellow, dark hair, tight pants?" Artie grinned at the description, nodding vigorously. "Well then, the little guy has him cooped up in that lab of his."

"You must mean Dr. Loveless."

"Oh, is that his name?" Again, he didn't seem too concerned one way or another. Artie raised an eyebrow at him, and he explained, "We didn't really bother to ask."

"Meet one megalomaniac scientist, you've met them all," the blond remarked in a lightly-accented voice without opening his eyes.

The Night of the Talented Thespian (Artie/Jim | PG13 | 12,498 words) has Artie suffering from a tap dancing hippo. The more he tries not to think of a tap dancing hippo (in this case, Jim), the more he dwells. There's angst of the "I love him, but he could never love me" variety, but it doesn't come off as contrived. And there's a mission too for them to do! It is a long, plotty story, which is always a lot of fun.

Excerpt:
"Artie, how are you!" Jim said, his voice full of his usual good humor. What was not usual was what he did next. He came up to his partner and threw his arms around him in a friendly embrace. Artie nearly froze in his arms. Not that either of them was afraid of touching the other. They often exchanged friendly pats on the arm, even the occasional bearhug after a sparring bout. But this hug was different. It was warm and firm and gentle, everything Artie would have hoped for from Jim. It nearly broke him into a thousand pieces. He used every ounce of control he had to keep Jim from seeing the trembling that threatened his entire body.