#the man from u.n.c.l.e headcanon

[cha-melodius]

Just watched TMFU. And here's what i think, if Illya dies, Solo would still be able to live, maybe it took him long to regain everything but he will try to live again (for Illya), but if Solo dies, Illya would absolutely lose it, he wouldn't even be able to cope 🥲

Omg I love having random headcanons dropped in my inbox!!

First off, I agree with you. I think Napoleon spirals out for a long time and does really self-destructive shit, but not in the active want-to-die way, more like he's punishing himself. Also I think he's more likely to try to insist he's ok (especially if it's before they really work their shit out), even when he's slowly falling apart.

Illya... ok, WELL as it turns out I wrote a whole fic about Illya thinking Napoleon is dead. And it goes pretty much how you'd expect lol. Which is to say, he absolutely does not cope with it.

I would be remiss to end this post without linking fics by the queen of napollya (and ot3) main character death fics. (@heytheredeann you should know this made me do something for the first time EVER, which is click "Major Character Death" as a filter option in the INCLUDE area on AO3.) 😂 Anyway, all of Ely's MCD fics can be found here, but the main one I'd like to rec is Forever is the sweetest con, which is Illya MCD, nonlinear narrative, and absolutely destroyed me.

Also I know she has one where Napoleon fakes his own death and we see the fallout but I can't find it ELY HELP. Also is there an Immortal Napoleon one where Illya thinks he's dead (and doesn't know he's immortal)? Come rec your traumatizing fics lmao.

[0ciestiel0]

So I am officially obsessed with The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Starring Henry Cavill and Armie Hammer. It’s my new favorite movie or like say in the top 5. It’s in my I will never tire of rewatching list. And I am in love. The cinematography is great and I think I just love Guy Ritchie’s style. It was absolutely a silly spy movie but seriously they all are silly and that’s why I love them. Henry and Armie or Solo and Illya have the best banter. I also don’t know what it is about Guy Ritchie films but his main characters have to stop seeming like they are going to be in love by the end of the movie and then not being in love. (Sherlock Holmes I’m looking at you too). The plot was less important than the characters imo and I think that’s where this movie shines. Highlighting the 3 main characters and how they end up completing, or not, their missions.

I could just go on for days about this movie. I don’t even have any real complaints, which is rare. The only complaint I have is Solo and Illya don’t get together in the end and that’s not really a real complaint. It’s just me having silly headcanons.

Rewatching I noticed little things that were to clues to later parts of the film that you wouldn’t notice the first time and that was so fun. This movie has everything I love in a spy movie. It’s so good. It deserves way more love and attention than it’s gotten. I don’t know why more people are singing it’s praises and falling in love with this beautiful work of art.

Side note: the show from the ‘60’s stars David McCallum as Illya, who also plays Ducky on NCIS and that brings me a lot of joy even though I haven’t seen the show as of yet. But I love David and Ducky.

Post updated with a few gifs. Also anyone who loved White Collar should love this movie as Solo and Neal basically are the same person. Solo just has a little more danger skills.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

2023 Character Wrapped

@geralts-yenn and @raccoon-eyed-rebel tagged me to talk about my favorite characters. And well, this is just too good not to pass up. So, join me, won't you?

Let's rank my favorite characters! (Based on # of times I have written them).

Under the cut to keep my ramblings off your dashboard...but you just know there are bunch of Henry Cavill-shaped bitches under this cut.

But, in what order??

Alright, let's get this party started with...

Walter Marshall - Night Hunter

I feel like this is absolutely no surprise that I've written the most for this grumpy bear. But, I just call him Daddy. Whether he be touch-starved, an enemy turned lover, falling in love like a love-sick puppy, taking a little "me time" for himself, or being the goodest boy as werewolf Wolfie. Even wrote a headcanon about his hobbies.

2. Clark Kent - Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League

I have loved the character of Clark Kent since I was a little thing, I'm obsessed with curly-haired nerds. Clark also is the only character I have written "fluff" for, be it praising what you think are flaws or surprising you for your birthday. I have written him as a Sub and as a Dom (in my only work that has surpassed 1k notes).

3. August Walker - Mission: Impossible - Fallout

I've never written August as the good guy, and there is a reason for that. In my head, he's the life-ruiner. He can be sweet (to you), but odds are he just killed a guy because the guy looked at you for longer than a second. I've written August as a pissed-off Dom who was sick of being interrupted, a very bad Daddy, and an Uncle who takes advantage of his nephew's girlfriend here(original) and here(director's cut).

4. Captain Syverson - Sand Castle

Oh, Syverson. My baby don't even got a dayum first name and he's popular. I've written him confronting a lover during a post-apocalyptic pregnancy realization, and as a married father-to be getting his beard trimmed and talking to his unborn daughter. He's also featured in my Werewolf!Walter Marshall story, and that's all I'll say about that. (Also, I've been referring to him as James Syverson in every iteration of the character that I have written for - I think.)

5. Mike - Hellraiser: Hellworld

My sweet baby boy. He is a guilty pleasure. I gave him a full series where he finds love and has quite the cast of characters as his family. But, technically, I only wrote the series because of what happened here and here, when his naughty Uncle slept with his girlfriend.

6. Napoleon Solo - The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

He's just so fucking sexy. I love him, your honor. He's been a suave and sexy older man wooing a young student over a good meal, and also started a series where he was falling hard for a woman in his apartment building (still in the early stages and I promise @deandoesthingstome that I will get back to this series).

7. Sherlock Holmes - Enola Holmes series

I have also loved Sherlock Holmes since I was a little kid. I thought he was the coolest person ever, but he's a curly-haired nerd so of course I loved him. I love when Sherlock is in love, whether he is ignoring his bratty wife until he takes matters into his own hands, or if he is having trouble coming to terms with new love.

8. Charles Brandon - The Tudors

This little shit. This redeeemable, sexy, fucking slut. I love him. I've only written him once, and it was a request! But, I enjoyed it. I loved writing him getting teased sexually and then taking control of the situation. So hot.

9. Humphrey - Stardust

Ok, not actually a fan of Humphrey, I've just written him. And that was all thanks to @sillyrabbit81's milestone celebration at the beginning of this year. This fic is kind of a weird egg, just, go with me though. The plot is: you and Humphrey are step-siblings who end up getting a little...involved. I'm not sorry for the title of this fic.

And to our last entry, the only non-HC character...

10. Lloyd Hansen - The Gray Man

What can I say? If I had the means, and I guess I really do but whatever, I would rank this man at #2 above Clark Kent. Because Lloyd-excuse me...Sir is one of my all-time favorites. I've included him inside larger stories as a bit player, see Bright Like the Moon (where he plays a bad man later in the series). But, I also wanted him to have his own show where he was the star, so I had him stalk and kidnap a girl and tie her up in the basement and call her Sunshine. I also wrote a little headcanon about his family, quirks, hobbies and his sleeping habits.

TL;DR: Walter Marshall is Daddy, Lloyd Hansen is Sir. And I need to finish one series before starting another. Maybe I will work on that. *snort*

I have written for a lot of characters, and I'm not gonna stop. I really wanna write so much more and my WIP folder is literally overflowing with things. I just started a new fic like the day I posted the most recent chapter of THiCC. What am I doing??

No pressure tags: @cardierreh15 @milknhonies @halfofmysoulsblog @xblackreader @xsapphirescrollsx

[crossingoverships]

Welcome to CROSS(ING)OVER(SHIPS)

This (side)blog is managed by me, Rain (she/they)

I will be here only to share my thoughts on the crossover for (mainly) Ben Affleck's characters in movies and the crossover with crack/rareship I'd write fanfictions for.

Here's the thing... Personally, I'm not fully RPS/RPF [by this I mean, I ship the characters they've portrayed— as if I'm basically being unoriginal and using them as the face claim for my OC/Self-Insert thingy]. But, if you are... You do you, and enjoy! (/positive)

That's it from me... I'll put the informations and links for the universes, below (links and notes/tags will be updated later).

NOTHING HERE YET 🤣😭

but there's some I've been thinking of:

Geralt of Rivia [The Witcher S1-S3] × Daniel "Danny" Rourke [Hypnotic 2023]

notes : witcher!Geralt , hypnotic!Danny , Daniel in his 50s , teleportation between worlds

headcanons here

Walter Marshall [Night Hunter 2018] × Jack Ryan [The Sum of All Fears 2002]

notes : older!Walter , younger!Jack , detective!Walter , analyst!Jack

headcanons here

James 'Logan' Howlett/Wolverine [Deadpool & Wolverine 2024, Cavillrine] × Matt Murdock/Daredevil [Daredevil 2003, Darefleck]

notes : multiverse , cavillrine is already there before hughverine dies , cavillrine's universe extinct

headcanons here

Frank Castle/The Punisher [The Punisher 2004, Thomas Jane] × Matt Murdock/Daredevil [Daredevil 2003, Darefleck]

notes : combining universe

headcanons here

Gus March-Phillips × Joe Coughlin [Live by Night 2016] × Anders Lassen [The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare 2024]

notes : same age Gus and Joe , younger!Anders , throuple , 1940s setting

headcanons here

Napoleon Solo [The Man from U.N.C.L.E] × Tony Mendez [Argo]

notes :

headcanons here

Diana (Prince) of Themyscira/Wonder Woman [Wonder Woman, any] × Rafe McCawley [Pearl Harbor 2001]

notes :

headcanons here

Jack Reacher [Reacher series] × Tom 'Redfly' Davis [Triple Frontier 2019]

notes : younger!Reacher , older!Redfly

headcanons here

Jack Reacher [Reacher series] × Jack Ryan [The Sum of All Fears 2002]

notes : younger!Ryan , older!Reacher ,

headcanons here

Jason Bourne [The Bourne Trilogy + Jason Bourne 2016] × Christian Wolff [The Accountant 2016]

no notes but I got another blog for it

@mattfleck-extended

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[lapetitsorciere]

Welcome to my place!

This is my introduction post that you may read to learn a little about me.

You may call me Sorcière (also, I go by Fragile, so you can use this nickname as well if you like it more).

I use She/Her pronouns, and I am apothisexual heteroromantic (so, basically straight, but with intolerance towards spicy stuff).

[Many believe it is strange, but I am not broken and I do exist.]

I am an introvert, but I am always open for conversation.

My aesthetic may be described as magical vintage with a sprinkle of steampunk.

I am interested in many things really.

Learning foreign languages is something that is very fascinating for me. (Which is why I do it almost all my life)

I have a passion for writing and reading different kinds of stories (novels, plays, short stories, etc.), and also drawing.

I like listening to music (mostly from musicals or vintage).

I can play chess pretty well and always wanted to take up fencing, but I have no time for it.

And obviously I won’t say no to a good musical, movie or to some interesting TV series.

I am a part of numerous fandoms:

Harry Potter (S. Snape is always in my heart), Notre Dame de Paris (the musical is my everything)(+all versions), Pirates of Caribbean and Alice in Wonderland (2013), Tim Burton’s (The Nightmare Before Christmas, Batman, Beetlejuice), MLP (G4), MH (G1 mostly), The Addams Family (1991 for the most part, because Morticia and I share some things in common), OUAT (last season isn’t a thing), House MD (gave me depression, but was still not bad (everything from the last episode of season 7 is a lie)), Jeaves and Wooster, Sherlock Holmes (mostly books, but Guy Richie’s films are amazing (The Man from U.N.C.L.E included)), Hercule Poirot (Agatha Cristie’s works (+those about Ms. Marple) and Kenneth Branagh’s Murder On the Orient Express), MCU and DC, James Bond, William Shakespeare’s (Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet), BBC’s War and Peace (because I love the book and the TV series are wonderful), Downton Abbey (it is cozy, what can I say?), Phantom of the Opera, Empires SMP (season 2 and some more of MCYT universe series), Romeo et Juliette (all versions of the musical), TOH, Don Juan (the musical, especially 2024’s version).

That is pretty much it.

I don’t use this blog that much even though it is my main one.

[I think the problem is that I don’t like leading the blogs that aren’t themed, have very little free time, and do not really know how to keep a blog like this going.]

Anyway, here are my side blogs that are alive and well:

@Mercutio-no – Dedicated to Romeo et Juliette incorrects.

@Valentinescalus – There you can find the notes of Mercutio’s brother Valentine (Romeo and Juliet/Romeo et Juliette).

@milkutioescalus - a place where you can read my ideas, headcanons and thoughts on Romeo and Juliet.

Feel free to interact with me on any of my blogs if you will.

Thank you for coming by!

[kinkynasreadfics]

Illya and Gaby have something of an unspoken connection, one that Gaby is much more willing to act on. OR The 5 times Gaby initiated the kiss, and the 1 Time Illya did. OR EVEN The 5 times Gaby and Illya ALMOST kissed, and the 1 time they did.

A little introspection post-Vinciguerra Island…

Having seen several takes on the drunk wrestling scene, I realized that my headcanon seemed to differ a little from the mainstream, so here it is.

Gaby’s quiet evening gets disrupted by Illya and Napoleon being their usual combative selves.

Gaby opens her eyes. “I want you to kiss me, Illya.” And now she is almost angry at him for making her come out and say it

Gaby sneaks into Illya bedroom late at night with a confession to make. tumblr prompt: “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

All These Woes

“It’s odd for you, isn’t it, hanging off my arm instead of Peril��s?”

Seeing his smirk, Gaby rolled her eyes, and Solo continued, saying, “It’s like his eyes were burning into my back when we left, honey, I swear.”

Posing as newlyweds, Solo and Gaby go to a casino to intercept the exchange of an important briefcase, but the mission doesn't go to plan, which is all the worse for Gaby, as she believes she may be pregnant..

The couch felt oddly soft. Like it was going to swallow her. Her hand slipped over his shoulder and then up so suddenly it was on his cheek before Gaby knew how it happened. Possibly she herself had moved it, but it seemed unlikely. Illya’s hand took a hold on Gaby’s shoulders and guided her gently but firmly further. He looked worried and maybe even a little flushed. “Are you okay?”

the one where our spies go undercover in a pool

The one where Illya asks permission.

[thebadboyfanclub]

I Got You (Napoleon x Reader)

This is the third time i’m trying to post this fucking thing, tumblr won’t let the posts I do from my laptop under search results but they will show posts I do from my phone. Anyways, enjoy!

“This better be worth it Waverly”

“Ohhh (y/n) dear trust me it will. Let me introduce you to your new colleagues”

As she walked in the room with one big desk and a few chairs, three of them were occupied by two men and one woman, probably in her 20s. Her eyes however focused on one particular man.... The man that was one of the reasons you thrived in the illegal field.

“This is Miss Gaby Teller, the most important person in this case, next to her is mister Illya  Kuryakin, her supposed fiance and-”

“Napoleon Solo. The thief”

She bitterly interrupted Waverly, he was of course aware of (y/n)’s past with Napoleon, it was one of the reasons he requested her to join this case, keeping from her that piece of information of course. 

“(y/f/n), you’ve grown up”

“you got old”

“Right, now that everyone knows each other, (y/n) please take a seat and i’ll explain the plan”

As she took a seat from the other side of the table, directly in front of Napoleon, she tried to focus on Waverly and ignore Napoleons intense stare that almost drilled a hole on the side of her head.

“Ok, so since Illya is here to be the love interest for Gaby and Napoleon is here to just get some Italian legs in the air, what am I here for?”

“You dear (y/l/n), you will be portraying miss Brigitte Richard, an heir to the Richard well know Cigar, he is a close friend of mine and graciously agreed to take his daughters name”

“Won’t they know what his daughter looks like?”

“His daughter has been kept away from the public eye and she had transferred in Britain during high school, that’s also where she went to College and recently decided to stay there. I will give you a file of hers to study. Your goal is to get close to Victoria vinciguerra during the event, maybe even seem interested in mister Solo, of course for show, nothing more”

“Of course, everything is only just for show when it has to do with Napoleon”

-

(Y/n) was dressed in her best attire, her long red dress that hugged her waist so beautifully, of course some silver diamond earrings on her ears and her hair up in a perfect updo, her heels were comfortable at least, but if she had to run the dress would not hold for long until it gives a show to anyone around her, she prays that it didn’t have to happen, or she would be royally screwed,

“Miss Richard , your father was right you do have your mothers eyes”

What a fool, she thought, this is who she was hiding from? a woman that complimented her for the resemblance in her eyes.... she wasn’t even close to being related to this people. However, on the outside, she smiled brightly at the tall blonde lady

“Thank you so much, god rest her soul she at least she was generous enough to pass them down to me, my dads brown eyes are great but a tad bit boring don’t you think?”

The blonde gave a tight lip smile to her comment. Of course, if she knew that her real parent had never seen this type of luxury, the lady wouldn’t even spare a glance.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Victoria Vinciguerra”

“Brigitte Richard, my father made sure to keep me away from all of... this, he wanted his kids to be humble”

“I’m really sorry for your brother”

“It’s alright, I miss him but... c’est la vie”

(Y/n) had almost swallowed the file Waverly had given her, she even looked into the cigar company, just in case anyone asked questions. As the two ladies kept talking, she started hearing commotion,she turned her head  towards the direction it was coming from and saw one familiar man falling to the ground.

“What is going on over there?”

“Excuse me dear”

Victoria started walking towards him and of course (y/n) followed. When they finally reached the crowd that was already forming a circle around him, there he was fanning himself the invitation dramatically, in true Napoleon fashion. (Y/n) kissed her teeth in annoyance, he was supposed to discreetly blend in, not cause a god damn ruckus the minute he walks in.

“Thank you, Thank you”

“I wonder what they do to people without invitations”

That is when she decided to take actions. She weaseled her way out of the crowd and kneeled in front of him to his level, offering her glass of champagne to him.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Yes, thank you very much Darling”

“I’m Victoria Vinciguerra, she is (y/f/n). I do believe an apology is in order. I’ll take it from here”

You helped him get up on his feet and took two steps to lean in and talked to her.

“of course miss Vinciguerra... next one is mine”

She giggled as she walked away in triumphant. To be frank the rest of your job was to keep an eye on these two, yet she could still say she completed the most important part.What she didn’t expect was the growing fire in the pit of her stomach that was directed to Victoria, looking at her talking to Napoleon so nonchalantly made her teeth hurt and her breasts ached with rage.

“It’s such a lovely day to be so pouty miss”

“Well sir... there is nothing really here for me to smile about”

“Not even me?”

“I think I am better off being the reason for someone to smile”

“Roberto  Russo, charmed”

“Brigitte Richard”

Roberto was a handsome man, tall, light brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, full lips and extremely well dressed, no doubt he knew his way around women and money. What a better distraction and cover up than him?

What (y/n) had not calculated was Napoleon picking up at her “strategic” flirt and filling like punching the hell out of this pretentious little Italian boy that grew up spending daddy’s money. He restrained himself from walking over to her and taking her hand, guiding her away from everyone, keeping her all to herself.

“I saw you were talking to my aunt”

“Oh you are related to Victoria?”

“Yes, my dad is her brother. I actually haven’t spoken to her today, come with me?”

“How could I ever refuse?”

As he offered his arm she smiled and linked hers with his, walking over with her head held high as they got close to Napoleon and Victoria

“My dearest Roberto, how are you?”

she kissed her nephew at both of his cheeks and yet no smile was shown. She really was cold, Roberto however smiled brightly, feeling excited to show his knew “catch” to his aunt.

“I’m doing well... who might he be?”

“Jack Devinsky, Nice to meet you”

Roberto looked at Napoleon up and down, almost well not almost... judging him harshly. Napoleons sure looked rich but there were levels to how rich you were, especially when men judged one another.

“Roberto Russo. Well... aunt Victoria may I occupy you for a minute”

“Of course, anything for my nephew”

“It will only take a minute dear”

“I am counting”

She replied at him, he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss as he stared directly in her eyes, winking at her as she left her with Napoleon. They stood there in awkward silence for a few moments, they haven’t really spoken since the case started, (y/n) made sure to avoid him.

“You look stunning if that isn’t obvious”

“Thanks”

She said dryly. She barely even looked him in the eye, all she could see was that damn night, the night she lost everything, the night her heart shuttered, the night he showed her all the cruelty of the world he always talked about.

“You are mad at me”

“Do you blame me?”

“No, it still upsets me though”

“That sounds like a personal issue to me”

-

The event was a success. which meant (y/n) could finally relax and wear her pajamas, pour a drink for herself and lounge in the couch her room had. She still wore his necklace, the gold star necklace he had bought her way back when... she took the charm in her hands and felt the cold metal.

How much more could she take with him around? it took her so much time to heal and now here he was again, scratching the wounds she had closed up all by herself. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. She got up to answer it and was met with the man of the hour.

“Napoleon”

“May I come in?”

She sighed before stepping aside to let him in. Even when all she wanted was to punch him in the face, her heart took over her and let him walk into her room and her life once again, even when she had swore to take revenge when she saw him again.

“What do you want?”

“To talk”

“About what?”

She was well aware she was snapping at him, could you blame her? He had swore to protect her, help her when she had nothing and no one, taught her everything and then one night she came home to find all his belongings missing... and that damn letter tore her apart, she didn’t sleep for days, she waited for him to return for months and yet he never did.

“(Y/n) I know-”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING

”her voice booming through the entire room, it was like a glass of emotions was overflowing, threating to spill and make a mess. He saw the pain in her face, her lower lips trembling, her hands forming fists... still what caught his eye was one thing, the necklace. She was wearing his necklace, after all these years she didn’t throw it away. He took a breath through his nose before continuing.

“(y/n) you have every right to be upset-”

“Damn right I do”

“Will you just listen?”

“listen to what Napoleon?! What?!What?!What?!”

Next thing that was heard was her glass smashing at the wall, Vodka dripping down and small pieces of glass going everywhere. Napoleon was shocked, he should have known this wouldn’t be easy, he had wanted to reach out to her over the years, he had even went through with finding her, yet every time he chickened out last minute and walked away from it. Now, here she was in pain, yelling and smashing things... she had become his enemy

“I’m sorry”

“You are sorry? Sorry? for what Napoleon? for leaving me? for doing it in such cruel way? for lying to me?”

“I never lied”

“You swore to me that you loved me, that you... cared”

There it was, tears. She couldn’t even control it, as her voice cracked and the waterfalls started, she didn’t also want to cover them, she wanted him to see what he had done... to hell with being the bigger person. He wanted to hug her, comfort her, make her feel loved but now all he could do was to try and reason with her.

“I had to leave”

“Why? What could possibly be the reason... money? paintings? women?”

“You know I would never cheat on you”

“Oh yeah, cause leaving our house in the middle of the night is so much better”

She tried wipe away her tears, silence falling between them once again. As a way to calm and hide her emotions, she kneeled and started picking up pieces of glass, her back turned to him. Napoleon went to her side and even when he wanted to pick her up and kiss her, he controlled his desire

“(Y/n) stop, you’ll cut yourself”

“I’m fine Napoleon”

“(Y/n) the maid can do it”

“I said I’m- FUCK”

a piece of sharp glass had cut her as she accidentally gripped it a bit too hard. Napoleon saw the blood and got up immediately to find some tissues, while (y/n) got on her feet and brought her hand close to her chest, closing it to a fist as a way to stop the pain. When Napoleon approached she turned her back once again

 “I said I’m fine”

“(Y/n) you are bleeding, let me care for you”

She had started crying again. As she turned around and opened her hand to him Napoleon gently placed the tissues on the wound, dabbing away the blood carefully.

“Why did you leave?”

“I thought I was protecting you, a way to keep you away from all of the things I was doing”

“Yet... here we are”

He looked up at her. Her lower lip was in between her teeth, tears freshly running down, her beautiful eyes were now red and puffy, her nose was running and he still found her heavenly.

“You kept the necklace”

“I tried throwing it away, or ponding it... I couldn’t find the courage... it’s too pretty”

“I tried coming back to you... multiple times”

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t”

She finally kept eye contact with him, getting lost once again in those ocean blue eyes, the eyes she looked at when they were laying naked on their bed, the eyes that looked at her when she woke up. With his one hand Napoleon slowly reached over and wiped a few tears with his thumb

“You are too pretty to cry over me”

“I missed you Napoleon”

She whispered looking down on the ground in embarrassment. She was everything he ever wanted, a woman that loved him and had his back and he tossed that all away, his intentions were pure yet the damage was gigantic. He hesitated for a minute, before taking her in his arms for a hug, her head nuzzling on his neck as she held on to him for the first time in what felt like centuries. Napoleon kissed her head, smelling her shampoo that was always the same, lavender.

“I missed you too munchkin”

She giggled at the nickname. Napoleon had met her when she was struggling to survive, she was this delicate little thing that looked everyone with kind eyes, yet once he got to know her he saw the passion, the fire, the potential she had to become something great, he didn’t want all that potential to go on illegal things that could possibly get her in jail or worse kill her. So from the beginning of the relationship he called her munchkin.

“Will we be alright?”

“I got you munchkin, I got you”

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons - Being in a relationship with Illya

Requested by @angelpoett

-He would be really shy in the relationship at first, never knowing what he could and could not do (kissing, touching, etc)

-But once he got more comfortable he would like to be near you as often as he possibly could

-He would often brush his hand against yours when you were in a situation in which he could not hold it

-Solo would tease him constantly, it would annoy him to no end, but you would find it adorable how frustrated he got, and how his cheeks would tint red

-Giant teddy bear hugs if you haven’t seen each other in a while or you got hurt

-His temper would cause him to be very protective and VERY jealous

-Illya is the big spoon

-Even if you tried to be the big spoon it wouldn’t work, he’s just too big, he would practically be wearing you like a backpack

-Forehead and hand kisses

-He would call you cute Russian pet names

-If you don’t understand what they mean, he wont tell you

-If he gave you pet names in English it would be something like “Little Flower” or “Sunflower” etc.

-You’ll give him names as well, but mostly just to annoy him

-”Bean stalk” “Giant Russian Teddy Bear” “Angry Tree” etc.

-He would be like your own personal body guard, though he knew you could take care of yourself, he always let you know he was there if you needed him

-If you ever got into trouble or captured, nothing in heaven or hell could stop him from finding you and keeping you safe 

[autisticheadcanonsdaily]

Illya Kuryakin from the original Man From U.N.C.L.E. show is autistic, submitted by anon!

[hadescavedish]

I think... Illya Kuryakin is autistic (or one of earliest examples of ND characters in TV history)

[cassidy5002]

Illya Nickovetch Kuryakin Headcanons that no one asked for (1964 TV Series)

He dreamed of going to the Olympics as a youth for swimming.

He is actually Ukrainian but spent many years living and working in Moscow. People (read: Solo) can't seem to learn the difference. It's better for their working relationship if Illya just accepts it and doesn’t try to explain.

He remains a Soviet of good standing and as such reports back to Moscow regularly. With the full knowledge and participation of UNCLE, of course.

The ring he wears is in honor of his fiancée who died when they were both young.

He lived with the gypsies for a while during his teen years.

The dog tag he wears is stamped with his name, rank, and serial number. A habit left from time in the military.

He served in the Soviet Navy before the government decided his skills could be best utilized in an international placement.

[cha-melodius]

Not a wacky au (I dont think that I could live up to that level of batshit crazy) but an au request never the less.

Paramedic Illya who responds to a multi car pile up. Solo is trapped in his car, it’s a difficult extraction that takes hours, all the while Solo’s condition is deteriorating. But the time they get him out he’s in criticle condition and it’s touch and go. Maybe Gaby was in the car but it was easy to get her out.

For the following days/weeks Illya can’t seem to let solo go - he’s never has this issue letting go off a patient after the hand over - so he goes to visit Solo after he gets moved out of the ICU

Oooh this one is ripe for lots of drama! Honestly perfect for whumptober. I love the idea that Illya has seen this kind of thing time and time again, but there's something about Napoleon that sticks with him. I can see a situation where Napoleon is conscious at first and Illya has to try to keep him talking and awake while they work to get him out. Maybe Illya is not usually the "talking" one, because he's not a very chatty person, but for some reason he's the one who has to this time. He discovers Napoleon is surprisingly easy to talk to, but also he starts feeling more and more distressed as Napoleon starts fading. Imagine if Illya can see at least part of him—enough to see those piercing blue eyes that linger on in his head for ages afterward.

Maybe in the aftermath he doesn't even know Napoleon's full name, and he tries to track it down through the hospital but is rebuffed because of HIPAA. He should give up, but he just needs to know if Napoleon is ok. That's all (that's not all). One day after dropping off a call he runs into Gaby, who's there to visit Napoleon, and he's all awkward about trying to find out about Napoleon without trying to seem weird. She takes him to visit, which surprises Napoleon. They talk a bit and that SHOULD be the end of it, but it's not. Illya keeps coming back, bringing Napoleon better food than the hospital meals and getting shoo'd out by the nurses because he's there too long.

Obviously they fall in love, and what starts harrowing and whumpy ends impossibly soft (guess I'm in a fluffy mood, lol).

Thanks for sending this in anon! It's not a setup I've seen before, actually!

[idratherdreamofjune]

♫ + Napoleon Solo?

This is a bit unorthodox, but:

Napoleon Solo: Do I Wanna Know (Arctic Monkeys) “Have you no idea that you’re in deep?/I dreamt about you nearly every night this week/How many secrets can you keep?” This song has been a favorite of mine for a few months - it’s dramatic and catchy. When I listened to it after getting this ask I immediately thought “This is definitely a Napoleon song.” Just give him a year or two to really fall in love with someone (sounds like probably another spy lady - who’d either get along great with Gabby or be constantly at odds with her) and then he’d definitely sing this. :P

[rallamajoop]

An update on that charity auction thing (or, how I spent several months constructing elaborate headcanons about undercover agent air hostesses instead of just writing the damn fic)

Point the first: I still have not written the auction-winner's fic which I owe from way back in January. Her request called for case fic starring one of UNCLE's recurring female cast, such as Sarah Johnson or Heather McNabb, which was all well and good.

The sensible thing for me to do at this point would probably have been to churn out something starring Sarah, who is My Favourite and the much better developed of the two (I've had half-an-idea for something along those lines for ages). Heather (who, for all her established qualifications, mostly seems to be stuck being the girl back at the office who answers the phone) gives you far less to work with character-wise -- so little that the question of how to make a case-fic starring her work at all struck me as a real conundrum.

Unfortunately, I never can resist a good conundrum, and that's the long and short of how I found myself mentally committed to filling out that auction fic the hard way.

I could ramble on about the process here,* but the bottom line is that I've had the thing basically plotted out since around, oh, May or June or so, minus a few key details that remain sticking points (like a rather infuriating innocent-shaped-hole in the story). It was there that it dawned on me that one of the little details I really ought to have pinned down about Heather herself -- at least in my head, whether or not it came up in the story -- was the dangling question of just who her roommate was.

Some context: among the few things we do learn about Heather in her very first appearance is this bit of dialogue from Napoleon:

Napoleon: Oh, no, Heather's been with us almost a year. She used to be a stewardess. She rooms with--

But Waverly cuts him off there, so we never hear who she rooms with -- let alone why Napoleon might thing it worth mentioning to his superior.

 Knowing Napoleon, the obvious answer is that Heather rooms with some other attractive young woman he has dated, or would like to date -- perhaps another beautiful UNCLE girl (or stewardess). All the same, I spent some time casting for alternate possibilities before my brain inevitably went, "Well, duh, it's Wanda Townsend from S3 -- the other stewardess-cum-UNCLE-staffer, who very nearly became Heather herself? Who else would it be?"

This would call for a little context from what has become my specialty subject in the land of fandom trivia, the women of UNCLE. See, back before May Heatherly was cast as Heather McNabb, the role very nearly went to an actress called Sharyn Hillyer, who had a small role in the UNCLE pilot as the stewardess on the plane with Napoleon in the final scene (pic on the left below). I'm halfway-convinced that line I just quoted about how Heather used to be a stewardess could very well be an artifact leftover from when Hillyer was in the lead for the role, by way of explaining to the audience why a woman we'd last seen playing a stewardess was suddenly working for UNCLE as of episode 2 (it's certainly more interesting than to assume the writers were simply going "how can we make this sexy woman even MORE sexy to our straight-male-target-audience?" -- which it might still be, but I digress).

Hillyer's story on UNCLE doesn't end there, however, because she was eventually cast as a recurring UNCLE girl (the affore-mentioned Wanda Townsend) starting with The Indian Affairs Affair at the end of S2. But by Indian Affairs, Hillyer was actually making her third appearance in the show -- just 4 episodes previously, she'd appeared as another stewardess in The Project Deephole Affair (pic on the right above).

There's nothing remarkable about the same actress getting called back for multiple different roles in a show like UNCLE, of course, but the neat thing about Hillyer's parts is that you can so easily headcanon them them all into the same character. Her stewardess character from the pilot certainly seems to know Napoleon -- perhaps even who he works for -- and though it's subtler in Project Deephole, I always did like the idea she might just have been an UNCLE plant there too, helping keep an eye on the episode's hapless innocent. Heck, if UNCLE (read: probably Napoleon) canonically recruited one stewardess into their regular staff with Heather, why shouldn't there be more?

Now, I reiterate, to this point I have already dedicated north of 4K words to the subject of these characters and their place in UNCLE, from every obvious angle (and a number of less obvious). But so habituated had I become to thinking of the various Wandas as underdeveloped punchlines, and of the 60's stewardess as a one-dimensional male fantasy, that I am ashamed to admit it was only now that it hit me: recruiting stewardesses as UNCLE staff isn't just a convenient backstory for a couple of bit-parts, it's an act of genius!

Not seeing it? Let me explain!

To start with, the stewardess is the perfect courier. She might travel anywhere in the world as part of her daily routine, carrying items on and off the plane without half the fuss facing the average traveler. If there's a person of interest among the passengers, the stewardess is the one person on the plane who can walk by his seat a dozen times in an hour without looking the least bit suspicious, who can "helpfully" take an interest in whatever he's doing. Many in the job speak multiple languages, and what better job to give you familiarity with locations across the country, if not the world? Finally, after all that time in customer service, she'll have ample practice at sizing people up at a glance, quickly remembering names and faces, and maintaining a cheery smile no matter how much stress she's under (which may well include real life-or-death situations, given that air safety in the 60s was not what it is today). All invaluable skills for the budding spy!**

And if UNCLE aren't forward-thinking enough to have put all that together long ago, you can bet your liver Napoleon would be the one to rectify it. What better way to pass some microfilm to a courier than to conceal it in a bunch of roses, to be presented to his latest stewardess-girlfriend over dinner (during which he'll ask if she's ever been to Paris -- oh, you're scheduled to fly out this week? You must try this little shop -- let me write down the address -- ask for Jean-Louis, drop my name if you need to -- you won't regret it, I promise).

Heather may well have been one of his first recruits. This is all ancient history by the time we meet her, of course, as she's long since transferred to UNCLE New York full time (where, if her first bio is to be believed, she's since been promoted to head of Communications). Maybe she even personally recommended Wanda to Napoleon as another recruit. Wanda herself started out in nursing before moving to aviation (which was actually the normal career path for stewardesses back in the 30's, and far from unheard of even in the 50's and 60's -- neatly explaining how Wanda is qualified to give Napoleon all those shots in My Friend the Gorilla). Wanda was obviously spent at least a good couple of years working as one of UNCLE's stewardess-air-couriers, given she's in the same job from the pilot right up until late S2,  But by this point, Heather had long-since disappeared from the office (probably transferred to some other UNCLE office elsewhere in the world), and the New York office was short-staffed, so this would be when Napoleon talks Wanda into transferring to the office full time.

This is also where it all starts to go wrong. Napoleon, inveterate flirt that he is, leaves Wanda with the impression that he wasn't just offering her a transfer, he was also asking her to go steady -- and when it comes right down to it, both of them were a little at fault for that bit of miscommunication. Gentleman that he is, Napoleon did his best not to let her down when he realised the mistake (see: dates mentioned in Monks of St Thomas and Pop Art). But truthfully he just wasn’t that into Wanda, and got far too much use out of charm in the field (see: Do It Yourself Dreadful) to stay faithful very long. (Sharyn Hillyer herself once suggested that the particular joy Wanda takes out of sticking Napoleon with all those needles in Gorilla was a subtle little bit of revenge for all that cheating, and I don't think I can add much to that.) But by the end of the season, she's come to terms with the reality of the situation. (Maybe she has a rebound office-fling with Paul Westcott, guaranteeing maximum shadenfreude when Napoleon inevitably found out about her new beau).

No-one else at UNCLE has any great sympathy for Napoleon through all this. It may not have been entirely his own fault, but he absolutely brings it on himself.

(FWIW, feel free to adopt any part of all that needlessly-elaborate headcanon for your own fic use if you like it. I mean, I’d like to hear about it if you do, but c'mon -- now that I've put the idea in your head, there's just no way Napoleon isn't recruiting stewardesses to UNCLE's cause, is there?)

All well and good, but jumping back several topics, it is now still over 6 months since I promised that fic, and excited as I am by all this backstory, I am no closer to having anything to show for it. What the hell, thought I, even if there isn't a proper fic in all this, surely I can at least get a short prelude ficlet about how Heather was originally recruited to UNCLE out of it. I'll still have the case-fic to write, but I should be able to bang it out quickly as a quick apology to my requester for making her wait so long.

Naturally, this was my cue to... start furiously researching the world of the 60's stewardess, buy two different books, track down a library copy of a third, watch a few documentaries and generally get myself so excited over the research aspect that the fic still hasn't been written.

Over air hostesses. No, I know. I was not expecting this either.

But easy as it is to write them off as an outdated male fantasy, the world of the 60′s stewardess turned out to be a mess of fascinating contradictions -- not to mention a truly enlightening (and frequently horrifying) window into the world of Cold War gender politics. In an era when aviation was still something new, exciting and prohibitively expensive to the masses, it's hard to overstate how much it meant to some of these women just to have the opportunity to fly. So many applied for every opening that the airlines could pick and choose. Many if not most had college educations, spoke two or even more languages -- a small handful even had pilots licenses, but the airlines wouldn't hire female pilots, so they took the next best thing.

Yet for all their qualifications, no-one could hope to be hired if she didn't meet the airline's exacting beauty standards, and girls could be fired for no more than putting on a few pounds or turning up in the wrong underwear. They were 'acceptable' to mores of the day only because they played a suitably servile role, usually for no more than a year or two before leaving the job to get married (wedded stewardesses were, of course, forbidden) -- but a minority still made the work into a lifelong career, used their salaries to buy homes and independence, and their image in the fight for feminist causes. And for all that the airlines had originally hired women in the belief they'd be that much less likely to unionise and make trouble, there seems to have almost never been a time before these women had begun fighting for their rights. My reading list includes two different personal accounts from former stewardesses, both of whom worked 5 years for the same airline, barely a decade apart, and their experiences could hardly be more diametrically opposed. It's fascinating.

...and 2K more words of meta later, I still have not written my fic.

It's coming, I promise. It’s just not exactly written just yet. >.>

(Quite possibly there is yet another post’s worth of shameless history-geek-out over the world of the airline stewardess coming too, but that shouldn’t surprise anyone at this point.)

* Did I mention I also spent some of those months finishing a PhD and starting a new full-time job again for the first time in years? I don’t mention this to boast, it’s just, well, that sort of thing does get a bit distracting. Ahem.

** Lest you imagine I’ve come up with anything remotely original here, I’d point out that while researching the topic, I also discovered that idea of stewardesses as spies was a major plot point in the short-lived 2011 series Pan Am. It wasn’t a particularly great show -- I barely made it two episodes in -- but it did spark enough online discussion that I have seen former flight attendants (and various other commentators) both dismiss it as ridiculous, and suggest there was no way it didn’t happen -- especially once regular commercial Russian flights began. So take that as you will.

[writings-of-a-british-fangirl]

Being Napoleon’s Younger Sister And Dating Illya Would Involve...

[MASTER LIST] 

{i’m literally so long on this, its from nearly a year ago lmao im the worst; but ty for the birthday wishes!!}

Being Napoleon’s younger sister and dating Illya would involve:

Hiding it from your brother at first because he is very protective- and of course his sister dating a Russian super spy isn’t his ideal situation nor is Illya is his ideal match for you.

Liking the element of excitement you and Illya get from hiding it in the beginning, but Illya soon getting tired of not being able to hold you and kiss you when he wants to. 

Gabby figuring out that the two of you are dating within the first week- she’s very intune with these things. (She thinks it's disgusting and cute at the same time.)

Illya trying to protect and making you stay away from dangerous missions.

Napoleon finding it odd that Illya is so worried about you -his sister- and that’s when your brother begins to piece together that you may be more to Illya than a colleague. 

When Illya is finally confronted by your brother, he reveals that the two of you are together. (“I knew something was up...” “Please, you were clueless.” “She’s right, cowboy- you had no idea.” “Watch your tone, Peril. So, how long then?” “About four months..” “Four months?!”)

Napoleon giving you ‘the talk’ about staying safe and telling you not to get pregnant- in which you try to insist you are a grown woman and know how to look after yourself, but he still talks at you and tells you over and over that if Illya ever does something wrong, he will kill him.

Napoleon also giving Illya the talk- reiterating that if you are hurt by Illya, Napoleon will kill him and his body would never be found. 

Although Illya is not exactly intimidated by this, he does reassure your brother that it is not his intention to hurt you and he actually might be in love with you.

Trying to keep PDA a minimum for the sake of your brother.

Dancing with Illya a lot and trying to encourage a softer side out of him so you can show your brother how much of a sweetheart he actually is.

Illya planning on proposing to you and asking Napoleon first about whether he thinks you will say yes- Napoleon reassures him that he’ll be fine, you love him. Even Napoleon can see that.

[theniftycat]

When I was a kid, most places like hospitalls still had Soviet posters in them. And I remember one of them very distinctly. It depicted an ugly man who had a green creature coming out of his mouth. It said: “Изо рта в рот - получается микроб!” It can be translated as “From mouth to mouth - this is how you get ants germs!”

And that’s what I think of on an almost subconscious level every time I see something passed from one person’s mouth to another’s (like food or cigarettes), but not when I see people kissing. And my headcanon is that Illya thought of the same thing in The Very Important Zombie Affair.

Anyway, have fun holidays.