#the man from u.n.c.l.e x reader

[jungkooklover777]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝐺𝐵 𝐴𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦, 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 “𝐹𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒́𝑒” ; illya kuryakin | one-shot |

summary: in which it takes playing dress-up with a russian kgb agent to realize the true feelings you two have masked well.

pairing: fem!reader x illya kuryakin.

trope: friends to lovers + undercover spies disguised as an engaged couple.

genre: modern!au + fluff + romance.

warnings‼️: illya’s tall ahh (he’s 6’5 (das my type!! 😝)) + implied introvert!reader + crude language + mentions alcohol consumption + a movie reference to 365 Days (2020) (i’ve never watched any of those movies & i never will 🙏🏽) + a short n sweet kiss scene.

word count: 2,811.

random disclaimerrr: rewatched The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) a few days ago & i forgot how good it is. icl armie hammer was so fine in that movie 😭 the accent and height added so much more to his appeal & illya is such a gentleman uGH i want illya soo badd. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jungkooklover777

“You will be ready by the time the party’s over, yes?” Illya asks snarkily.

You shake your head and roll your eyes at his playfulness, a smile creeps up onto your face.

“Sure!” You reply cheekily as you open the door and switch off the light, exiting the bathroom.

You have your eyes set on your purse and heels and you walk towards them while putting on your earrings.

You don’t notice the effect you have on the tall Russian. His lips are agape and his eyes rest on your moving figure.

He’s the one who picked out what you’re wearing, from the earrings down to the heels. The idea in his head has now come to life and he doesn’t know what to do.

He always thought you were pretty, lovely, pretty lovely. Not tonight. Tonight you’re so much more.

There’s an allure of mystery that surrounds you.

There’s something in your eyes that makes you look so unattainable yet that much desirable. The curves of your nose and lips makes him want to study your face to see what other qualities he shall find.

What have you done to him to have him conjure up such sentiments? Illya deems it must be enchantment but he doesn’t mind.

You’ve bewitched him the moment he first saw you running down an alley. The moonlight casted an ethereal glow in your fearful eyes and it made him want to protect you from then on.

You feel glamorous and the elegance in your walk adds to your charm.

You remind yourself to thank your Russian friend forever for buying you everything.

“I know I said it already but thank you, Illya. Truly.”

You don’t hear a response but you don’t need it. You know he told you not to thank him for buying you things but you feel obligated. He’s spoiling you, fake fiancé or not.

You sit on the bed and have one heel in your hand when Illya kneels in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

He tilts his head towards your heel and you look at him confused. He puts his hand out and waits for you to put your heel in his possession.

“There’s no need for that, really. I can do this myself.”

You feel the butterflies flying all around your stomach and you can feel the heat covering your ears.

You’ve experienced his respectful nature when he opens all doors of every kind and waits for you to enter, a hand is always at your back when you’re in crowds, a chair is pushed out for you to sit down on and pushed back in everywhere you two go.

But willingly kneeling in a freshly dry-cleaned and pressed suit for wanting to put your heels on for you? That takes the cake.

You’re lost in all the ways his gentlemanliness comes out for (read: affects) you that you don’t realize he’s clasping the belt buckle of your second heel.

His fingers linger for a moment longer and that quiet act of intimacy makes the breath in your chest heavy. You swallow it.

Illya moves swiftly to stand, he holds out his hand for you take. You maintain eye contact with him as you take it. Your shoulders meet his middle and he sticks his elbow out for you take, your purse already in his other hand.

“Ready?” His lips are turned back into a small smile.

You nod and retrieve your purse from him.

You don’t mention how you’re matching (and how extremely handsome he looks). Maybe it’s because he’s supposed to be your fiancé but it still makes you feel giddy inside.

A small smile is plastered on your face and you don’t care if you look like an idiot.

Affection tends to have that effect on people.

Illya is a Russian architect who immigrated to the States for a job opportunity and you’re the daughter of his boss; a businessman.

The mission is to mingle with the targets rich posse and find the blueprints of a project that is being used as a cover for something problematic.

Illya does most of the talking as you don’t know how you’re supposed to converse with spoiled, conceited assholes without ripping their and/or your hair out. That and the fact that you don’t talk to strangers very well.

You don’t like unwanted attention so you excuse yourself and sit on a stool at the minibar.

“Excuse me?” A manly voice catches your attention.

Of course. You knew you had to talk to someone tonight but that didn’t mean you were ready.

You lift your chin to meet his gaze. You can tell he’s old-money rich.

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if I’d seen you before.”

Fuck.

You think fast. “I don’t think so. I’m not exactly famous.”

He smirks at that last bit.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t forget your face.”

You’re midway through a sip of some variation of a martini when you lightly cough from his flirting.

The stranger just smiles wider and offers another drink.

“Oh, no. Please, I-I don’t really drink much.”

He waves you off and insists on buying you one more. He invites himself over to the stool next to you and you wish to die.

“So, what brings you here?”

“My fiancé is an architect and he was invited to take a look at an unfinished project.”

You shock yourself with how smoothly the lie came out of your lips. Your brain is killing it right now.

“Ah, is it the Manhattan Project?”

Bingo.

You nod and lick your lips to wipe off any excess alcohol when his arm extends forward to wipe something off the corner of your lips.

“Smudged lipstick.” He explains.

You immediately feel uncomfortable. It would’ve been different if Illya did that but there’s an odd vibe you’re getting from this guy.

His eyes seem like they’re hiding something and that stupid fucking smirk on his face feels sleazy.

You’ve got to get out of here.

“Thanks.” You say feeling quite the opposite of thankful.

He nods coolly before asking who your fiancé is and you point to Illya.

“Holy shit, he’s tall.”

You chuckle a bit at that.

“How’d you two meet?”

You eye him a bit before carefully deciding what to say next.

“We’ve been talking about me this entire time, care to tell me your name for a change?”

You take another sip from your martini and think you did a good job deflecting but his silence is unnerving.

His body language is now tense. It’s like you caught him doing something he wasn’t supposed to do.

You calm your heart and try to relax. You remind yourself that you’re in public, nothing will happen if you just stay calm and alert. Besides, Illya is just a short walk away.

“Come with me, I wanna show you something.”

Alarms start to go off in your head and you immediately regret not getting up the moment you caught wind off him.

“Oh, I can’t. My fiancé—”

“Your fiancé seems pretty busy to me.” He quips.

He’s looking at Illya and you reluctantly follow his line of reasoning to see Illya laughing it up with a bunch of randoms about who knows what.

You digress. “Well, you did buy me a drink so. Can’t leave it unfinished, right?”

You weren’t going to drink it but anything to keep yourself here.

You read the impatience on his face and you’ve decided; you’re not going anywhere with him.

You purse your lips in a friendly smile but he doesn’t feel the same.

He grabs your wrist and it hurts.

You snap your neck up at him and he’s so close to you, you want to make a scene if that’s what it takes to make him go away.

Yet you regain your composure.

“Let go of me.” You make sure to enunciate every word even though your voice was trying to betray you.

He ignores you and turns around only for his face to run into the wall that is Illya’s chest.

He drops your wrist and hisses in pain, his fingers covering his nose.

Illya doesn’t seem amused. His eyes move past him and make their way to you, your feet guide you to him.

He instinctively reaches out for your wrist and you hear him sharply exhale through his nose. His fingers delicately hold your wrist, the pad of his thumb rub it gently. His face is stitched together in worry, forgive me his eyes plead. His hands come up to hold your face and he kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs.

“It’s okay, I-I’m okay.”

The other man whines pitifully in pain and Illya’s attention is on him again.

His eyes pierce straight through him and you watch his face contort to something rageful. His eyes brim with fury and you’re in a trance.

You’ve never seen him like this before.

His other hand shakes with anger and adrenaline but he reels it in.

“Don’t touch her if you like that hand.” Illya’s voice is grave, adding to his intimidating demeanor.

You step in front of him, serving as a divider for both men and set your hands on his chest.

“Calm down. Please, Illya, let’s just leave.” You plea, softly.

Napoleon is in his ear telling him you’re right and to do as you say but you know he won’t listen to him. You hope he can at least hear you out.

“Please.” You press.

Illya’s eyes drop down to you and they dart back at the other pathetic loser walking away with a bloodied napkin with some other guy awkwardly trailing behind.

He wordlessly envelopes the hand of your lightly bruised wrist in both of his and takes you back to the hotel room.

You and Illya have adjoining rooms that are connected by a sliding door.

You decide to shower and do your skincare before addressing what happened back there.

When you come out, you find your Russian friend playing chess with himself, seated at a small coffee table in his room.

You walk to the sliding door and stare at his back, tiptoeing over if you should speak now or forever hold your peace.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The grin that spreads over your face can’t be helped.

“I was just thinking that, seriously.”

He hums and thoughtfully moves a chess piece; the black knight.

There’s a slight pep in your step as you lay across his bed in front of him.

One hand holds his chin while the other is contemplating his next move. You mimic his movements by holding up your head with one hand. The fingers of your injured wrist fiddle with the string tying your shorts, tightening the waistline.

You think he looks cozy, warm even. Black long-sleeved silk pajamas with white buttons and threading. His dirty blonde hair is a bit damp from his shower, yet combed and swept back neatly.

He gets up and walks towards the bed with a kit in one hand. You sit up as he sets it down beside you.

You deduce he smells of cashmere with undertones of wood. It’s a nice combination, however unexpected it may be.

“Let me see.”

You don’t argue and show him your wrist.

He examines it carefully, blinking up at you when he touches the newfound bruise.

“Does it hurt when I touch it?” His voice is soft now, a gentle hum coating his words.

You shake your head.

Illya applies an ointment on it which causes a cooling sensation over your wrist and he wraps it up with a bandage.

He sits beside you and holds onto your hand. He sighs deeply.

“I’m truly sorry, Y/n.”

You open your mouth to protest but he continues.

“I should have been there. I should never have left you alone.”

“But I’m fine, Illya. Nothing too crazy happened.”

He stares into your eyes and you can see the penance he craves.

The index finger of your free hand comes up to trace the little scar at the side of his face and he closes his eyes on contact.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” You hope he can hear your sincerity and gratitude.

“At least I got some info out of him.”

He opens his eyes at this and you find yourself lost in the ocean-like abyss.

“I said you were invited to take a look at an unfinished project and he let the cover name slip.”

They’re so incredibly blue, you had no idea. An electric sky blue under whiter lights and a calm cerulean when in a darker setting. It’s the latter right now.

“You good?” His tone is far from worried and closer to amusement.

“Mhm.”

He tilts his head a bit and a smirk grows on his lips at your lack of words.

“Are you lost, babygirl?”

You burst into a fit of giggles at his action of referencing a movie for a real-life scenario.

He’s full on smiling now, seeing you happy makes him feel good. He feels even better knowing he’s the direct cause of your joy.

“You’re so corny.”

You squeeze some air into your lungs. Your hands hold his arm in a hug and you let your head fall into the space between his shoulder and neck.

You can hear Illya’s heartbeat and it starts to speed up as you lay on him. You sit back and are about to ask him what’s wrong but the words die in your throat as he tucks some hair behind your ear.

Your breathing becomes shallower by the second and his hand stays behind your ears.

The pads of his fingers set your nerves on fire. They cup the back of your neck and his thumb rests on your collarbone.

The tension between you is tangible but you don’t want to move. You’re afraid it’ll shatter like a cruel illusion made from a fantasy you’ll never get to experience.

Illya swallows harshly and eyes your lips that allow a bit of air to come through.

“I… Can I kiss you?”

And of course he’d ask you for permission. Of course he’d ask for your consent instead of voicing his desire in a string of words similar to ‘I’d like to kiss you’.

Anyone else would think this is a trivial matter but its value is understood by you and him.

You can’t find it in yourself to be cruel and deny you or him this chance.

“Yes.” You sigh.

Your eyes flutter shut, your eyelashes brush up against his cheekbone as he kisses you softly. His other hand wraps itself around your neck tenderly, like a ghost of warmth harboring your throat.

His lips smell of mint and you break away from him. He follows you blindly until you cover your fingers on his mouth.

“Did you use my chapstick?”

Your lips tingle with a minty sensation.

His lips are pink, a bit brighter from the tint of your chapstick and the blood rushing through them.

You smile as he opens his eyes and doesn’t mask the confusion.

“…Yes. Is that a problem?”

You know he’s seriously asking but you like it. The fact that he willingly put on your chapstick.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’. “Just wanted to be sure.”

“Ah. Okay.”

He leans in to kiss you again and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You lay down and can’t help your excitement. You pull away with a soft smack and ask, “But why?”.

His eyes narrow suspiciously. You beam up at him and rake your fingers through his slightly dry hair.

“I was curious.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “That was really anticlimactic.”

He sighs and looks down, his head coming down to rest on your stomach.

“I wanted to know… how your- uh… lips felt.”

His voice sounds a bit muffled but you make sense of what his intentions were.

“What?!” You laugh.

He knows you aren’t mocking him but he feels embarrassed. His head shoots back up to face you.

“You’re always putting it on and the tint makes your lips look nice so.” He tries to shrug it off but you’re not having it.

“You mean my lips look absolutely desirable and you’ve always wanted a kiss, hm?”

He groans in embarrassment.

“Fuck you.”

Your teasing has seemed to get the best of him and you gasp at his sudden use of crude language.

“You wish.”

He’s left stunned at your sudden brazenness.

You seize this moment as he’s left distracted and reach up to kiss his lips, making an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ sound.

He grips your shoulders and pushes you back down onto the pillows and you squeal with delight.

He allows himself to smile as he sees the rest of his future in your eyes.

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asks are okay. requests are okay too. but it doesn't mean I'll fulfill them all. if I'm not comfortable with a request I'll delete it.

unanswered asks: 1 (updated: 10/06/2025)

this is an +18 side-blog. mdni

credit to @/anitalenia & @/dollywons for the dividers 🩷

Masterlist

Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy):

how to get jax teller wrapped around your finger 101

praise kink

bubble bath

ask: toxic ex bf/toxic babydaddy jax teller

ask: toxic ex babydaddy jax teller

ask: gemma finding the perfect young doll for jax

gift: jax's young doll gets pregnant

coconut & Tangerines | moodboard

ask: x fem!curvy reader smut

ask: vanilla milkshake (crossover with Triple Frontier - Benny Miller)

Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen 2019):

"cool & collected" Ray

losing your voice

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Mr. & Mrs. Smith pt. 2

König (Call of Duty):

the smallest Omega in town takes on the biggest Alpha

gift: big alpha König & tiny omega reader are the cutest pair

11 inches (awkward Alpha!König x Omega!fem reader)

John Price (Call of Duty):

bear!John Price x Scrawny Wolf!fem reader

how bear!John fell in love with scrawny werewolf!fem reader

Negan Smith (The Walking Dead):

retired!Price and the ghost girl living in his sea side cottage.

negan takes care of his girl during her periods

undercover secret agents negan x fem!reader

Miguel O'Hara | Spiderman 2099 (Across The Spiderverse):

Fuck buddies

Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin/Gaby Teller (The Man From U.N.C.L.E 2015):

I scream, you scream, gimme that ice cream!

Cinnamon, Chocolate & Mint

Jack Mercer (Four Brothers 2005):

music gf

but baby, I want you

Benny Miller (Triple Frontier 2019):

ask: Vanilla Milkshake (crossover with Sons of Anarchy - Jax Teller)

Clark Kent (Superman 2025):

riding older!Clark's face

[thatonepeasant]

My Roman Empire Ships list:

Here's a list of ships I personally go feral over along with their fandom/where they're from!

Quick Clarification:

X/Y = romantic relationship

X & Y = platonic relationship

Haikyuu!!

Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi

Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Hanamaki Takahiro/Matuskawa Issei

Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru/Hanamaki Takahiro/Matuskawa Issei

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou

Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru

Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi

Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Regulus Black/James Potter

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Kuroko No Basket (Kuroko's Basketball)

Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga

Takao Kazunari/Midorima Shintarou

Hyuuga Junpei/Teppei Kiyoshi

Hyuuga Junpei/Teppei Kiyoshi/Aida Riko

Tian Gi Ci Fu (TGCF)/Heaven Official's Blessing

Feng Xin/Mu Qing

Feng Xin/Mu Qing/Xie Lian/Hua Cheng (Xianle Quartet)

Modao Zu Shi (MDZS)/ The Untamed/ Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji

Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng

Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang

Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen

Word of Honour (TV) or Faraway Wanderers (novel by Priest)

Zhou Zishu/Wen Kexing

Cao Weining/Gu Xiang

Global University Entrance Exam

You Huo/Qin Jiu

The Sandman

Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling

Supernatural

Castiel/Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

Six of Crows

Jesper Fahey/Wylan van Eck

Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (ORV)

Yoo Junghyuk/Kim Dokja

Yoo Junghyuk/Kim Dokja/Han Sooyoung

Found family for all of them

Beyond Evil (TV Show)

Han Joowon/Lee Dongsik

Captive Prince (C.S.Pacat)

Damen/Laurent

Voltron

Keith/Lance

Inception (2010)

Arthur/Eames

Prince of Tennis (TV 2019)

Zhang Baiyang/Qiao Chen

Mu Siyang/Zhou Zhi

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Sokka/Zuko

Balance: UNLIMITED (Millionaire Detective)

Kambe Daisuke/Katou Haru

The Witcher

Geralt/Jaskier

Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel

Aiden/Lambert

Aiden/Lambert/Milena (inexplicifics)

All For The Game (trilogy by Nora Sakavic)

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard/Kevin Day

Renee Walker/ Allison Reynolds

Merlin

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Munich: The Edge of War

Paul von Hartmann/Hugh Legat

The Man from U.N.C.L.E

Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo

Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo/Gaby Teller

Sherlock (manga and TV)

Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty <- Yuukoku no Moriarty or Moriarty the Patriot

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson <- Sherlock (BBC)

Mycroft Holmes/Albert James Moriarty <- Yuukoku no Moriarty or Moriarty the Patriot

DCU

Jason Todd & Tim Drake

Jason Todd & Dick Grayson

Jason Todd/Roy Harper/ Kori'ander

Jason Todd/Roy Harper

Jason Todd & Roy Harper & Kori'ander

Tim Drake & Damian Wayne

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Fic recs are always welcome and wanted, just general preferences:

Happy Ending

Give warning if mature/explicit

Written in 3rd person

Can be super angsty

Seems like I have a thing for enemies or rivals to lovers

Any form of Wrong Number AUs etc would be FANTASTIC

Bon appetit!!!

[intrepidacious]

☆ request guidelines

i'm going to start taking requests for seven sentence drabbles more regularly again!! i've gotten nothing but stellar prompts for these in the past but just for anyone new here i thought i'd give a quick guideline refresher:

please submit your request via my inbox and give me a small prompt (if you don't give me a specific character to go with the prompt, i'm happy to choose myself)

you're welcome to torture me by sending in a prompt that should warrant more than seven sentences

you can send in as many requests as your heart desires but it might take me a while to get to them

my writings are usually x reader but if you specifically don't want that lmk

AUs are very welcome!!! bonus points for historical/fantasy/supernatural settings <3

i'm taking prompts from across the spectrum (fluff/angst/spice) but in general i don't write dark or explicit stuff. that includes a hard no on things like underage characters, noncon/dubcon, bathroom kinks and incest tropes. plus personally i'm not comfortable writing about characters getting cheated on so there's that

i also reserve the right to refuse or reinterpret prompts to fit my vision 😌

☆ characters i write for

most requests i've gotten in the past were for steve and bucky and while i obviously love writing both of them, they're not the only characters i'm willing to write for!! feel free to send in anyone from this list:

andy barber [defending jacob]

bucky barnes [mcu]

curtis everett [snowpiercer]

derek wills [smash]

frank adler [gifted]

geralt of rivia [the witcher]

james norrington [pirates of the caribbean]

johnny storm [fantastic four]

napoleon solo [the man from u.n.c.l.e.]

nick fowler [the 355]

pietro maximoff [mcu]

ransom drysdale [knives out]

sam wilson [mcu]

sherlock holmes [enola holmes]

steve harrington [stranger things]

steve rogers [mcu]

wanda maximoff [mcu]

(if your fave is not on the list, i might still write for them depending on the request!! 👀)

[geekdilettante]

So, who the hell am I?

Greetings!

You've probably seen my occasional posts here and there in numerous fandoms under various tags.

Finally I got my nerve and decided to do it — time to get to know each other!

I'm Geek Dilettante.

Have 100,500 different interests and hobbies. Sometimes love to share (not) funny notes.

Unfortunately, I'm not an artist (although I like to call myself a "former artist", despite the fact that I quit drawing in high school due to studying).

Make memes, sometimes interesting notes (my own thoughts, reviews, "historical geek references") and recently montages (edits, AMVs, GMVs, cracks, vines).

Also the author of unpublished stories (plots with my own characters) that exist only in my head, Word documents, a few notebooks and online character makers. Something between comics, animations and books.

Main interests — video games, anime, fanarts, memes, painting, architecture and screenwriting books.

🤔 Why exactly geek?

Mainly, it's a nickname from my friends that I got because of my passion for pop and geek culture (mostly video games, but also movies, TV series, anime, comics, manga, manhwa, manhua, webtoons, books, music and a little bit of web novels).

🤨 But why exactly dilettante?

Because usually I do these kind of things:

— TV series, movies, books – I'll read the plot on Wikipedia,

��� anime – oh, I've heard of it, but haven't seen it/read the manga/watched the 1st episode during a one-episode anime marathon,

— video games – I've been watching walkthroughs on YouTube for more than 8 years,

— comics – I can't get my hands on them, because they're all bookmarked/I don't have time/they're ongoings.

Therefore, I'm quite meticulous and selective in choosing titles to watch or read.

I'm not usually interested in ongoings, but I make occasional exceptions for individual titles.

❤️ Currently into (partial list):

👀 Actively following:

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, To Be Hero X, Trigun, Moriarty the Patriot, Psycho-Pass, Code Geass, Link Click, Pandora Hearts, BBC Merlin, Twin Peaks, Remedy Connected Universe (Alan Wake, Control).

🔥 Big fan but not actively following:

Noragami, Monster, The Case Study of Vanitas, Given, Mamoru Hosoda's, Gen Urobuchi's and Satoshi Kon's anime, Alien Stage, Downtown Abbey, Dexter, The Man from U.N.C.L.E., Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Devil May Cry, Metal Gear Solid, RPG Maker horror games.

🧝 Longtime fan but not actively following:

Attack on Titan, Tokyo Ghoul, Black Butler, Noragami, The Case Study of Vanitas, Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Devil May Cry, Assassin's Creed, RPG Maker horror games, Dark Souls games, Cyberpunk 2077, The Witcher, Supernatural, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, NCIS, X-Men.

☝️ Started with interest and "it's for general development":

Neon Genesis Evangelion, The Apothecary Diaries, Chainsaw Man, Akira, Shinichirō Watanabe's anime, Invincible, Dune, 13 reasons why.

🤏 Officially not a fan but I understand a bit context (and memes):

Gintama, Ace Attorney, Jack Ryan, The X-Files, Percy Jackson & the Olympians.

🪦 Member of "dead" fandoms:

Ergo Proxy, Darker than Black, Code Geass, Pandora Hearts, Terror in Resonance, Kino's Journey, The Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited, 91 Days.

✨ I promise I'll be a fan one day:

Death Note, D.Gray Man, 20th century Boys, Berserk, Steins;Gate, Fullmetal Alchemist, Fate/Zero, Seraph of the End, Blue Exorcist, Hellsing, Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, Hunter x Hunter, Legend of the Galactic Heroes, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Gundam, X/1999, Arcane, Lord of the Mysteries, Persona, Ace Attorney, Mass Effect, Final Fantasy, The Last of Us, Deus Ex, K-dramas.

🥀 Former fan:

Hetalia, Yandere Simulator, Once Upon a Time, lakorns.

🌚 Run this blog with irregular posts and also:

📷 Instagram (transfer some memes from Tumblr):

🎼 TikTok (publish edits and AMVs):

▶️ YouTube (publish edits, AMVs, cracks):

📌 Pinterest (transfer memes, edits and AMVs from Tumblr):

If you are ready to tolerate a million different fandoms and irregular postings — you're welcome!

And as the Low Roar song goes: "'Don't be so serious".

P. S. Don't want to clutter the page, so I only publish my own posts and usually don't reblog (only with a few exceptions).

[make-me-imagine]

Sweaters and Hot Cocoa

Prompts: “Hot cocoa” and “Wearing their sweater/hoodie”

Pairing: GN!Reader x Illya Kuryakin

Requested by: @katconway​

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff with a little pining         Words: 1,518

Post about Fall/Halloween Requests: Here

You took a deep breath as you walked down the cobblestone streets of the small English town. The trees lining the streets dropped the occasional brown and orange leaves as you gazed up at them. A small smile formed on your face as the crisp air sent a chill through your body.  You chastised yourself for not having worn something warmer, your arms breaking out in goosebumps.

Illya glanced over at you, his eyes lit up slightly as he saw the small genuine smile on your face as you admired the trees. The rapid beating of his heart at the sight sent a pang of annoyance through him as he silently reprimanded himself, unconsciously he huffed out, causing you to look over at him.

“Whats wrong?”

Your voice filling the previous silence caught him of guard, meeting your somewhat concerned gaze, he realized he made his frustration audible. Clearing his throat he quickly came up with an excuse, which luckily was not a lie.

“I hate that we lost our mark”

Your gaze lingered on his features for a moment as you looked away “Well, we had no idea he was going to enter the festival. There were way to many people to possible keep track of him. We’ll find him later”

Illya nodded his head “Yes. I know”

Continuing to walk down the street in silence, your eyes landed on the approaching shop and restaurant lined street. Your eyes landed on the sign of a small coffee shop, side glancing at Illya you wondered if he would be willing to stop. As a chilly breeze blew past, you took the opportunity.

“We should get some cocoa” you suggested

“Cocoa?” he questioned, looking over at you.

You pointed at the coffee shop you were approaching “It’s getting cold, and we’ve been walking all day. We should take a break” you looked over at him, meeting his eyes with a gentle smile and somewhat pleading eyes. 

That familiar look, that he often wished was only ever meant for him, sent another rapid pulse through his chest. You both stopped walking as he turned towards you after looking at the coffee shop, glancing at your arms he could see the goosebumps on your arms. Why you didn’t bring a jacket he did not know. Looking back at the coffee shop he let out a small smile “Fine. But we must not stay too long” he spoke bluntly and with authority, though he knew if you asked, he would stay forever if you wanted. He turned to continue walking, giving you another glance, seeing a wide smile spread across your face. 

As you made your way to the coffee shop, you saw from the corner of your eye, the smile that Illya tried his best to hide. You knew he had a soft spot for you, but why he did still confused you. You would not let yourself hope that it was the same reason you had much more than a soft spot for him. 

Entering into the coffee shop, your senses where overwhelmed with the intense smells of pumpkin, cinnamon, coffee and sweet pastries. 

“Mmm” you hummed as you looked over at Illya smiling at him. This time he could not suppress it, and returned a gentle smile to your jovial grin as you wandered over to the counter. 

After ordering and receiving your cocoa, along with two warm sweet scones. You looked around for somewhere to sit, your eyes landing on a table just outside of the shop “Come on” you said before leading Illya to the outside table.

As you sat Illya eyed you “I thought you said you were cold?”

“I like the crisp air” you smiled “And if you get too cold we can always go back inside”

“I do not get cold” he said as he sat down, his Russian accent thick with his bold claim.

You chuckled lightly at his exclamation before smelling your cocoa, the sweet chocolaty scent sending a chill through you. Illya watched you as you took a sip, relishing in the taste and smiling lightly to yourself. It took more strength than he was willing to admit to pull his eyes away from you. You enjoyed things so purely that he could not help but admire you. 

As you finished taking a sip of your cocoa, you thought you caught Illya staring at you. But ignoring the fluttering in your chest at the thought you took a small bite from your scone. Your gaze moved to what horizon you could see through the buildings, the yellowing of the sky telling you the evening was drawing near.

A gentle breeze blew a few leaves off of the tree above you, the cold chill causing you to shiver slightly. Though subtle, it did not go unnoticed by Illya. 

“Why did you not wear a jacket?”

Looking at him you defending yourself “It was not cold when we left this morning”

“But you knew it would be cold this evening”

“And were you aware that we would still be out here this evening?”

He paused as he realized you were right, you were supposed to be done with your job hours earlier, but your target moved later than expected, and after loosing him, you wandered the streets for even longer. 

“No” he admitted as he tapped his fingers on his cup.

“Exactly” you smiled at him. 

He would normally be annoyed at being proven incorrect, and even though you were amused by it, he could find no anger in himself to target at you. 

As another breeze blew past sending an obvious chill over you he sighed as he stood from his seat. You had been looking down into your drink, and were startled by the sudden weight on your shoulder. Looking up you see Illya draping his open-faced sweater over your cold figure.

“Oh-” you muttered out as he moved to sit back down. Trying to hide the flushing of your face you adjusted the sweater “Thank you”

He did not miss the bashful reaction, but was distracted by his own. “You’re welcome” 

“Are you sure you wont need it?” you asked.

He shook his head “No. As I said, I do n-”

“Don’t get cold” you finished for him.

Meeting your eyes for a moment, both of you smiled as you chuckled, he cleared his throat “Correct” 

After finishing your cocoa and scones, the sky was darkening and the atmosphere growing colder. Leaving the coffee shop, you continued down the road towards your hotel. Illya looked around “We should get a taxi”

“Why?”

He looked down at you “You are cold”

You were amused and touched by his sentiment, but shook your head, adjusting the sweater he gave you and smiling at him as you pulled at it “Not anymore”

He had to hide his own blush as he looked away “I see. But-”

“I like this” you cut him off “The cold night, walking down the streets” you observed your surroundings before casually linking your arm into his, catching him of guard. “Its nice” you finished, continuing to look down the street.

He stared at your profile, his heart hammering in his chest, his gaze moved down to your arm that you had wrapped through his. Clearing his throat lightly, he adjusted his arm and body slightly so that your bodies were closer as you walked, arms linked. 

“Yes. I agree. It is nice”

Your walk back to the hotel took longer than it should have, both of you walking a bit slower, both of your silently wanting to spend more time in each others company. After finally escorting you to your room he bowed slightly at you “Goodnight Y/n”

“Goodnight, oh-” realizing you were still wearing his sweater, you moved to take it off “Here-” 

“No-” he held up his hand, making you stop “Keep it. Uh, if you, get cold again, I would prefer to know, you had something...” he stuttered out an excuse, embarrassed by the poor claim, of course you had your own sweaters and jackets, why would you want to keep his?

Instead of refusing or laughing at him as he feared you would, you smiled at him before quickly pressing a quick kiss to his cheek “Thank you Illya. Goodnight” you finished as you slipped into your room. Leaving the large Russian frozen in shock outside your door.

Quickly re-cooperating he straightened himself before clearing his throat “Goodnight” he whispered softly, a smile covered his face before he turned, heading to his own room just down the hall. 

As you closed your door behind you, leaning against it, you heard his faint “Goodnight” before hearing his footsteps fading. 

You smiled to yourself before taking a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Looking down at the sweater, you gently grabbed the cloth and brought it to your face, smelling it. You smiled at the familiar scent of cologne, mixed with the scent of cocoa that had somehow ingrained itself in the knitted cloth. You wondered how long it would last before fading. You hope it would last forever, or at least at long as the memory of tonight.

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[amournoir]

ok first, i just wanna say i absolutely love your writing and i'm so excited for you to write henry characters! second, is it okay if i request a fluff prompt for #8d and #8e for Napoleon Solo?

i'm sorry for asking for 2 of them 🙈 xx

Fluff Prompt | N.S {request}

℘ prompt — neck kiss (#8d) / shoulder kiss (#8e)

℘ warning — none, just fluff

℘ pairing — napoleon solo x f!reader

℘ count — 1.1k

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the open concept living room and kitchen, Y/N sat at the counter, her eyes fixed on Napoleon Solo, her charming and dashing boyfriend, as he gracefully moved around the kitchen, preparing a delightful dinner for the two of them. Napoleon's culinary skills were as impressive as his spy tactics, and watching him chop vegetables and sauté ingredients filled Y/N's heart with both admiration and affection. The aroma of the sizzling food enveloped the room, teasing her senses and making her stomach growl with anticipation.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Napoleon took a spoonful of the simmering sauce and walked over to where Y/N was seated. "Care to taste and give your approval, my love?" he asked, extending the spoon towards her.

Y/N gladly obliged, her lips parting to let the rich flavors dance on her tongue. She nodded approvingly, a contented smile forming on her lips. "Mmm, it's perfect," she praised, earning a pleased grin from Napoleon.

"Excellent," he replied, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I aim to please."

But Napoleon wasn't satisfied with just a kiss on her cheek. As he retreated to the kitchen, he couldn't resist the temptation to return to Y/N's side. He sauntered back into the living room, his eyes never leaving hers, and without a word, he extended his hand, inviting her to stand with him.

Intrigued and excited, Y/N rose from her seat, slipping her hand into Napoleon's. With the soft melody playing in the background, he pulled her close, and they swayed to the rhythm of their hearts. His hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her movements with effortless grace.

The world outside seemed to fade away as they danced, locked in each other's gaze. Napoleon's touch was electrifying, sending tingles down her spine, and Y/N found herself melting into his embrace. As their bodies pressed closer, she felt his warm breath on her neck, and a shiver ran through her.

He couldn't resist trailing soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, and Y/N couldn't suppress the soft gasps that escaped her lips. The intimacy of the moment heightened, their hearts beating in unison. Napoleon's lips found hers, gentle yet passionate, and they shared a lingering kiss that spoke of their deep connection.

Their slow dance turned into a dance of passion, the flames of desire slowly igniting between them. But this was more than just physical attraction; it was the intensity of their love and the trust they had in each other that made every touch and every kiss meaningful.

As they swayed to the music, their souls seemed to merge, and the world felt like a whirlwind of emotions. Y/N could feel Napoleon's love for her in every caress, every whisper, and every stolen glance. It was a love that made her heart soar and brought tears of joy to her eyes. They moved as one, perfectly attuned to each other's desires and needs. The steamy atmosphere filled with their shared affection, yet they moved with an unspoken understanding that there was no rush, no need to hurry. This moment was for them alone, to revel in their love and devotion.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a seamless dance of love and affection. Napoleon's arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, holding her close, while her hands rested gently on his broad shoulders. Their steps were graceful, each movement deliberate yet effortless, as they swayed to the soft melody that filled the air.

Y/N's head rested on Napoleon's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting sound that made her feel secure and cherished. His lips brushed against her forehead, leaving a trail of tender kisses that made her heart flutter.

Their eyes locked, and in that gaze, they communicated without words, their love flowing between them like an unbreakable bond. As they danced, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own intimate universe. The room seemed to fill with a warm glow, as if their love radiated like a beacon, enveloping them in a cocoon of affection.

Time seemed to stand still as they danced, lost in the moment and in each other. Each step they took was a testament to their commitment, their devotion, and their unwavering love. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the person in their arms, the one they held so close to their heart. Their love was a dance of tenderness, a symphony of emotions that left them breathless and filled with joy.

The world outside may have been filled with chaos, but in each other's arms, they found peace and serenity. Their dance was a celebration of their love story, a tale written in every movement, every touch, every stolen kiss. With every turn and every dip, they felt their souls intertwining, becoming one in their shared affection. They were lost in the sweetness of the moment, savoring the beauty of their love, as if time itself had granted them this moment of bliss.

Their dance was a testament to the depth of their connection, a dance of love that transcends all boundaries. It was a dance that spoke of a love that would endure any challenge, a love that would last for eternity.

As the song came to an end, they held each other close, unwilling to break the spell they had woven around them. Their hearts beat as one, their breaths mingled, and they knew that in this dance, they had found their forever. In the arms of the one they loved, they found home. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, they knew that every step they took together would be a dance of love, a dance that they would cherish for the rest of their lives.

As the last musical note rang out through the room, Napoleon dipped Y/N slightly, and their eyes locked once more. "I love you," he whispered, his voice tender and sincere.

"I love you Leon," she replied, her voice filled with adoration.

With a smile that could rival the stars, Napoleon lifted Y/N back up and held her close, their foreheads touching. They knew that this dance was just one of many they would share in their journey together, a journey of love, trust, and passion that knew no bounds.

In each other's arms, they found solace and strength, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could conquer any mission life threw their way. And in this intimate moment, they felt more invincible than any spy mission could ever make them feel.

As the night continued to unfold, they savored their dinner together, basking in the warmth of their love and the knowledge that in each other, they had found their home, their safe haven in the chaos of the world. And so, in the tender embrace of each other, they embraced the beauty of the present, cherishing the love that made every moment a masterpiece.

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[espinosaurusrexex]

Solo

NapoleonSolo x female!reader

In which Napoleon does not want to work with Y/N, even though they are the 'perfect team'.

a/n: Thanks to @7eamfan7asy for suggesting this imagine. This was fun :)

word count: 2.6k

warnings: I don't think there are any, actually

Break in, retrieve the evidence, get out again. Without anybody noticing. That was the mission. A simple Black Bag operation. And it would have worked without anybody noticing if it weren’t for the incredibly annoying spy currently tied up next to Napoleon. Because of Y/N, the pair was chained to a radiator in the basement of the large company building that sat amid New York with one tiny little window broken on the top floor. Making it look like some accident had caused it to shatter and not the super-secret spy mission he had been called for. But, no. Of course, she had to come in and ruin this for him - his chance at getting off the weird employee contract that lasted as long as his supposed imprisonment. 

“Tell me again. What are you doing here?” He hissed as he struggled to writhe out of the cuffs on his wrists. His Back was pressed to Y/N’s and the radiating heat coming off of her body didn’t help in his attempts to break free of the already too tight metal restraints. 

“We’re partners, in case you forgot, hotshot.” Napoleon huffed. He could practically hear the roll of her eyes in her tone. Partners wouldn’t be this careless. That’s why he worked alone. His name was Napoleon Solo for God’s sake. How much clearer could it get? Apparently not clear enough for Y/N. 

He didn’t know her very well. She had appeared about a week ago in Sanders’s office with an accompanied ‘This is Agent Y/L/N. She will be your partner on this mission.” from Sanders himself. Of course, Napoleon hadn’t thought that he actually had to deal with her back then. And after a heated argument about his lone-wolf strategies he had decided that he did not want to either. She was unbearable and a know-it-all. Always cutting off his sentences while planning the mission and constantly talking. God, she was talking so much. At one point he had debated on cutting his ears off to make it stop.

“And if it weren’t for you and your ‘I’m better off alone’ attitude we wouldn’t be in this situation,” she continued. If he wouldn’t start talking she would just go on and on.

“Are you implying that this is my fault?” He answered half-heartedly. His eyes were scanning the surroundings, in search of something to get him out of this situation.

“Well, I was not the one striding off alone to do a mission that was supposed to be for two people.”

“We’re getting a file. How many people do you need for that?” This argument was pointless and Napoleon felt himself growing impatient with every second. He needed to get out of here.

“Two. If you would have taken into account that this building is equipped with the newest alarm system on the market,” the woman countered. Her head was turned over her shoulder as she directed her remark at the stubborn man behind her.

She was questioning his abilities, now. And Napoleon did not like it. “I knew that.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you set it off anyway.” It was a muttered remark but definitely intended to be heard. 

The brunette didn’t let it faze him though. That was exactly what she wanted, right? To make him lose his cool. “I didn’t.”

“Well, you certainly didn’t wait for me.”

“Because I never went with you.” He’d seriously had enough of the pointless teasing. He would have enjoyed it in rather different circumstances. But this? Definitely not.

“Just shut up and get the pin out of my hair.” Y/N shuffled down to get her head as close to his hands as possible. He had to turn to pat her hair for the pin, but when he finally retrieved it, he was kind of glad to have her - just for the sake of the pin of course.

Napoleon opened his handcuffs with ease and proceeded to get up off the floor. His steps took him towards the stairs.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m finishing this mission.” He threw the pin in her direction and added a stern ‘alone’ along the way. And then he disappeared through the doorway at the top of the staircase, sneaking his way through the grey corridors, careful not to get caught by the guards outside, waiting for their boss.

A couple minutes later he heard careful footsteps approaching and then a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned around, shooting out his hand to grab the person by the neck, ready to crush them into the next wall. Y/N’s wide eyes greeted him with horror as she covered the hand on her throat with hers. She would ruin this for him again. Like she had ruined everything so far. And he was not up for it.

“I suggest you leave,” he whisper-yelled as he let go of her.

“That was the plan, you idiot,” Y/N hissed back, “but no before we get the file.”

Their little banter was disturbed. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the corridor followed by at least a dozen footsteps. People talking, receiving instructions, and then swarming out with their weapons ready.

“He’s here,” Napoleon stated unfazed. He took her arm and casually dragged her into another room - an impressive conference room- closing the door. Then he went from window to window, checking his surroundings and the adjacent corridors.

“Oh, great. The building is officially littered with guards.”

“Again, not entirely my fault,” the spy mumbled in annoyance. But the brunette agent just cocked his eyebrow and continued to look for a way out.

“Listen, I know you don’t really like me that much.” Y/N paused in her sentence as if she was waiting for a counter on Napoleon's side, but he just looked at her - composed as ever - ready to hear the rest of her statement. “But If we want to get out of here, we need to work together.”

Napoleon laughed, he knew very well that both of them were perfectly fine breaking into the building by themselves. They would certainly be fine getting out alone as well.

“So, I would appreciate it if you just sucked up whatever ego trip you are on right now and work with me here.” She turned to the wall and climbed on the cupboard in front of her. Her hand reached for one of the pockets in her vest, retrieving a device that looked like a tiny screwdriver. 

She stretched towards the vent - that wasn’t even a bad idea, he would have probably done the same thing within the next minutes - though she was not quite tall enough to properly place the device under the metal grid to pry it open. 

Despite his obvious disapproval of the new partner, Napoleon weighed his chances of getting out. And the odds of getting caught were far less likely if the agents just stayed with each other. Maybe it wouldn’t be too horrible, he thought. So far, she had done exactly what he would have done - minus the alarm, of course. Where was the harm in looking at how far she could actually match his skills? 

With a final sigh, he stepped towards her and watched a little as she struggled.

“Buildings like these are equipped with large vent plans that stretch throughout the whole floor. We get in here and chances are they’ll-”

“Never even see us,” he completed with a knowing smirk. Then he took the device from her hands, climbed on the cupboard as well, and opened the grid. He wouldn’t let her do everything. Sure, he wanted a little fun but this was still work, after all.

The grid was removed in no time and the agent waited for Y/N to push herself up. He was prepared to see her fight the height of the rectangle, crossing his arms in front of his chest as his eyes pried on her in anticipation. A faint smirk rolled onto his face when she jumped up, her hands reached high for the metal and he was ready to see her fail. But his hopes were in vain. The woman placed her foot on a bookshelf next to the cabinet mid jump, pushing herself higher and finally reaching for the edges of the metal hole in the wall. Once she had gotten ahold of it, she pulled herself up without a struggle, disappearing within the blink of an eye.

Napoleon was surprised, though he fought to keep an unbothered expression on his face.

Her head popped out of the vent after a couple seconds. “Are you planning on coming up here, Mr. super spy?” Her tone was teasing and laced with a small smirk. He smiled, too. He had to.

Once up in the vent, he placed a tiny bug on the wall next to his exit. He put the grid back on the entrance, waiting for Y/N to ask what he had been doing, but - once again - his hopes were futile.

Napoleon cleared his throat, thinking that she probably didn’t see him place the device in the room. “I placed a listing device on the wall to-“

“To get some more intel. They will most likely discuss their strategies in this room. It’s too extravagant not to be important, I know. It’s a smart move. I would have done the same,” Y/N interrupted, and then she carefully moved through the steel tunnels, leaving a fuming agent behind. 

If she really would have done the same, then he would have been genuinely impressed. But his ego clouded his judgement for the moment, making him follow her just as carefully with a deep frown on his face and an even deeper annoyance lingering in his mind.

Y/N crawled through the system with determination. She had a plan of her surroundings and reached her destination without having to turn back once.

They were standing in front of the safe in the dark office, Napoleon had been so close to just an hour ago - before everything had gone to shit. Looking at each other to determine who would get the honors of actually retrieving the evidence, the brunette’s mind rattled. He had seen Y/N do some pretty impressive things tonight. And despite her constant aggravating, she had thrown in some good input the week before, when they were planning the mission. She was a good agent, he had to give her that. Maybe his ego had gotten the better of him on this task, though he couldn’t quite let go of his solo career just yet. Thus, he decided to test her one last time.

If she would be able to open the vault, he’d give her the benefit of the doubt. He probably didn’t have to work with the agent ever again, but he would keep her in mind as a talented one.

So, he nodded towards the black block of steel before them, crossing his arms before his chest once again. “Ladies first.” 

“Oh, how very kind of you, Mr. Solo?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as she dragged out his last name, and then she got to work. Her ear pressed on the cold surface as her hand began turning on the wheel for the locking mechanism. She turned it three times. Then changed direction, turned it again, and then one more time, with every movement slowing towards the end until a knowing smile appeared on her lips.

“Go ahead.” She motioned towards the safe, supposedly ready for him to open. And it did. Now, the speed at which she had cracked it was impressive, but it was a small safe, Napoleon had cracked far more complex ones. But he said he would give her the benefit of the doubt. And whether he liked it or not, she did earn it.

A silent rattling was heard outside the door and Y/N’s face shot at Napoleon in an instant. They were here. The agents looked around the room frantically and as their eyes met again, it seemed as though both of them knew exactly what to do.

As if they were in sync, Y/N moved to grab the file out of the safe the same time Napoleon sprinted for the window, opening it and securing a grabbling hook. Y/N leaned against the door to keep it shut, but the footsteps became louder and louder. And despite their attempts, the haste of the agents prevented a completely silent atmosphere. They had to hear them, even if it was just faint.

“Now would be a good time to go,” Y/N urged as a familiar clicking noise was heard beyond the door, “Napoleon...” Her head turned to the side as she pressed her ear to the door. Her tone was impatient, and as soon as she saw Napoleon ready, standing on the ledge of the window, she sprinted towards him. One leap from the cabinet in front of the window and the spy caught her with one arm locking on her waist. He shot one last look to the door, which flung open with three guards storming inside, their weapons raised. 

“Later, Gentlemen,” he said with a wink and then the agents descended down the building in one smooth, fast motion.

They ran into the darkness of the night as soon as they reached the ground, seeking refuge behind the dumpster of a diner a block away from the office building. Both of them catching their breaths as they sat on the floor, Y/N was clutching the file to her body.

Napoleon watched as her chest began to rise slower with every breath. Her forehead with from a thin layer of sweat, as did his. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. His eyes trained on the diner sign above their heads as his rested against the brick wall of the building.

“What?” Her gaze followed his and her stomach grumbled when she spotted the sign as well.

About ten minutes later, the duo found themselves in a booth of the diner they had hidden behind moments prior. A plate of food was placed before either one of them as a familiar silence filled the space between them. Napoleon leaned back in his seat, watching as Y/N popped a fry in her mouth, the file laying beside them on the table - unbothered. 

“I have to admit, the end was kind of fun,” she attempted to break the quiet. But her opponent's eyebrows only raised at that.

“You think so? We almost got caught again.” The smile at the memory defeated his stoic attempt at a counter. Even if he didn’t want to admit it just yet, it was fun - a little, maybe. 

“But we made a good team.” Now Y/N leaned back as Napoleon reached forward to grab a couple of fries from his plate. His face was pensive as his eyes flickered between the file and the agent before him.

“Huh. I guess we did,” he shrugged. Then it was back to silence, again. The brunette watched the woman opposite him eat for a while, and she didn’t say anything about his staring at all. There was no denying it. It was fun and working with her had led him to finish the mission in no time - that was, once they actually worked together. She was good at what she was doing, and it almost pained him to admit that there were probably a couple things he could learn from her. So it was only fair to tell her, right?

It took everything for him to keep his voice steady, nevertheless. “You are a good agent, Y/N.” He wouldn’t apologize though, that was too much.

And Y/N seemed to know what laid on the tip of his tongue after the compliment, but she brushed it off with a smile as she bit into her burger with delight.

“Thanks, so are you.”

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So Much More Satisfying (Napoleon Solo x Reader) [Request]

Napoleon Solo x Fem!reader, please. The reader is a very skilled former agent who is not working for any organization at the moment. She uses the skills and training she has had to get information and sell to certain people, sometimes for money, sometimes for favors. She has an information that Napoleon needs and the price for it is a good date with some treats 😊😊😊 (No smut, just a dinner in some apartment, flirting, some kisses or massages 😁) — Requested by anon

So…I couldn’t help myself. You put a womanizer in front of me, and I wanna make sure he doesn’t get the upper hand.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: calebduume

It wasn’t the first time Solo had needed to use cooking and charm to gather information, and it wouldn’t be the last. It was the first time, however, that he had been asked to do those things. He was accustomed to using them as a tactic, not having them used against him. It put a damper on his attitude, but he carefully sublimated that feeling behind a façade of smug cheerfulness as he finished cooking the entrée.

Had Waverly told him initially that he would be interacting with you, Solo might very well have said no. You were notoriously difficult. That is, Solo couldn’t use his normal wiles to charm information out of you. You were too shrewd for that, a byproduct of your years working as an agent. Solo still wasn’t sure whom you had worked for exactly, and Waverly wasn’t telling.

As such, Solo found himself sweating over the stove, cooking up a perfect meal to meet your demands. After all, you couldn’t just demand a price with dollar signs attached like a normal purveyor of secrets. Oh no, you had to make Solo actually work for it.

“She wants me to make her dinner,” Solo had informed Waverly after contacting you.

“Brilliant. You are rather good at that.”

“She won’t ask for money. She’ll want something else.”

Waverly had looked at him pointedly. “You’re rather good at that too, so I’m told.”

Solo still chafed at that retort. He couldn’t be sure what to expect. Your reputation suggested you asked for anything from someone’s dignity to their very balls, if that one Czechoslovakian had been telling the truth in the hospital.

Slipping the dessert into the oven to cook, Solo retreated into the bathroom and took a quick shower. He opened a window to let out the accumulated steam and dressed with an eye toward seductive casualness. Slacks and a dress shirt with an unbuttoned collar underneath a silk vest, cufflinks undone. He had learned that the appearance of relaxation lay in the beginnings of a state of undress. It tantalized the eye with the potential promise of further unwrapping later.

It made him displeased to think about it. He wanted to be doing this because he felt like it, not because he was being asked to.

A knock sounded on the door. Solo paused to check his appearance in the mirror. His hair was still drying, but it would have a soft texture to it, completing the ensemble. Satisfied, he paused on his way to the door to put on a recording of Verdi’s La Traviata.

Arranging his features into the smug cheerfulness he was used to wearing, Solo answered the door. You stood waiting a pace away, smiling wickedly. You had matched Solo’s style with an answering one of your own, your dress not quite casual but not quite formal. Your hair you had tastefully tousled, as though you had just emerged from a tumble in bed.

I see you, Solo thought. He watched your gaze sweep over him before fixing on his eyes. You saw him, too.

“I brought wine,” you declared, handing him the bottle as you stepped into the apartment. You appraised its modest furnishings and the landscapes on the walls. “Your team could have chosen a better apartment.”

Of course you had realized that the apartment was a safe house. Solo had insisted on more upscale furnishings to reflect his lifestyle and taste for that exact reason, but Waverly had brushed the demand off, saying instead, “she will know you aren’t naïve enough to bring her to your real apartment.”

Still, the comment stung. Solo took the wine into the kitchen and uncorked it to let it breathe, trying not to mutter his frustration under his breathe. The kitchen table was already set and ready for serving, so Solo brought out the tuna niçoise salad he had made for the entrée. You eyed it appreciatively as you took your seat.

“Real tuna, not canned, I see,” you noted, glancing at the individual ingredients of the composed salad. “And potatoes. How did you know?”

He hadn’t, but he smiled like he had. “A good spy never reveals his secrets.”

Your lips tightened a fraction. “Depends on the price, I suppose.”

This is going to be rich, Solo thought.

~~

Halfway through the salad and one glass of wine later, Solo was feeling himself lulled into a false sense of security. You weren’t exactly as he had expected. You were…amiable. But then again, how else did you gather your information from people others couldn’t hope to touch with a ten-foot pole? He watched you eat as though you had never tasted an exquisite dish before, sniffing the air when the dessert in the oven began to permeate the apartment.

“I’m glad you agreed to do this,” you said, smiling over the rim of your glass.

“I enjoy cooking,” he said simply.

“Clearly. I am quite impressed. When you contacted me, I couldn’t let you slip away without trying your specialties.”

The word rolled off your tongue in a buttery rich tone that made Solo tingle. He couldn’t tell if it was in warning or arousal, but his interest was piqued nevertheless. “How do they measure up?”

“Quite well.” You forked another bit of the salad into your mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “How soon do you lose the CIA leash?”

He blinked at the sudden change in conversation. “Soon.”

“In other words, not soon enough. I understand that you do some dealings on the side, but I can’t help but wonder if there are…other things you could be doing.”

“Such as?”

“Well, you are in a unique position: part of the CIA and yet apart from it, what with your little U.N.C.L.E. friends.”

Solo stilled, fixing his eyes on you. You met them easily, your face open. He stopped himself from wondering how you had acquired that information. He didn’t want to know.

“All I’m saying is that I could use someone on the inside like you. A man with questionable allegiance.”

“My allegiance is only as questionable as your predilection for the highest bidder.”

You grinned, revealing your teeth. “A little bite! Good. I know it’s difficult for you to play the perfect host when the guest is aware of the motives. What’s the point of seduction if the guest knows you’re doing it just for information?”

Unease rolled through Solo. “You called this dinner.”

“I did, and I’m not disappointed. All I am suggesting is that you consider some other alternatives to your future. I run a lucrative operation—”

“You’re likely to be assassinated by one government or another soon enough.”

“—and you like a bit of danger. You like high stakes and bad odds, because you somehow come out smelling like a rose after.”

Solo scrutinized your face. A faint hint of a smirk played along your lips, hidden there in the corners. Now he understood the real game. Relaxing in his seat for the first time that night, he considered aloud, “Why not start my own operation?”

“Because I have a corner on the market. You could do your best to buy out my clients and my sources, but you have the whiff of government attached to you.”

“You were once like me.”

You laughed, a throaty sound that stirred Solo somewhere deep within himself. “As far as everyone knows, I was a free agent. Not even you can say whom I really worked for. I was as ‘loyal’ to them as I am now to the highest bidder. I am more trustworthy in the sense that I am untrustworthy for the sake of the dollar sign.” You had moved forward as you had spoken, leaning across the table.

Solo leaned forward, meeting you halfway, taking your cue. He let his gaze sweep over you, lingering for a long moment on your lips. They parted into a grin, flashing teeth at him.

“Your efforts are so transparent,” you murmured, lifting up a finger and brushing it along his jaw. “It’s a shame that most women don’t see you coming. What happens to those who do?”

“They get what they want.”

“No,” you whispered, “you get them to want what you want.”

“Is that a crime?”

“Aren’t you a criminal?”

He craned his neck a fraction, brushing your lips with his. Before he could do more, you pulled back, your fingers seizing his dimpled chin. He blinked, hit with whiplash once again as you prevented him from kissing you fully.

“If I wanted the Solo experience,” you said, “I would have asked to negotiate over a dollar sign. Then you could have seduced me with all your trickster’s charm just to get what you wanted. But we’re here for what I want.”

Mild warning bells rang in the back of his mind. Despite his best efforts and his sour mood from earlier, he had allowed himself to develop brain fog. You were playing so well with him that he couldn’t help but need to pursue and conquer you.

“What do you want?”

“I want your access to information,” you cooed. Then you pressed your lips to his, muddling his brain for a fraction of a second as he felt your tongue push against his.

“We’re here for your information,” he countered.

You leaned back, a smug look on your face. “The price for that information is you.”

Solo suddenly understood how Illya and Gaby felt on the receiving end of his smug superiority.

“Thank you for the dinner.” You stood, wiping your mouth with a napkin, and looked down at his bewildered expression. “Consider my offer.”

Frustration returned suddenly to Solo. “What was all this, then?” He gestured at the meal.

“I wanted you to feel at home,” you answered, shrugging. “I like to take a man on his own field. It makes the battle so much more satisfying.”

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Unlisted Fandoms Challenge

Welcome to the LAST update on write-in fandoms for FTH 2025 (only one day left to sign up! go Do The Thing!)!! We have a LONG list of fandoms for you - TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY ONE write-in fandoms this year. So far!

And there's been some movement near the top of the list. Jeff Satur, with 10 signups, still holds the lead, but in second place we now have a TIE. Control (Remedy Game) gained *four* new signups to match Zhen Hun / Guardian's 9 signups. Cabin Pressure has also moved up the rankings, with three new signups bringing it to a total of 7 to claim third place. Whew! Just below them we have:

a four-way tie for fourth place with 6 signups includes-

6 Alien Stage 6 Carry On 6 Dimension 20 6 Dungeon Meshi / Delicious In Dungeon

two fandoms with 5 signups each, in fifth place are-

5 BBC Ghosts 5 White Collar

which brings us to an eight-way tie for sixth place with 4 signups each-

4 Detective Conan 4 Fire Emblem Awakening 4 It - Stephen King 4 Pathologic 4 Roswell New Mexico 4 Schitt's Creek 4 The X-Files 4 Transformers 4 Voltron: Legendary Defender

and with 3 signups each, an 11-way tie for seventh place-

3 Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) 3 Fields of Mistria 3 Fire Emblem Fates 3 Inception 3 Iron Widow 3 MotoGP RPF 3 Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint 3 Rusty Lake/Cube Escape 3 Stand By Me/The Body by Stephen King 3 The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison 3 Zhen Hun / Guardian (drama) RPF

Below the cut are 56 fandoms with 2 signups each, and 195 fandoms with a single write-in.

2 Animorphs 2 Attack on Titan 2 Avatar Legend of Korra 2 Beyond Evil 2 Biggles Series — W. E. Johns 2 Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu (Cute High Earth Defense Club) franchise 2 Black Sails 2 Bridgerton (TV) 2 Britpop RPF 2 Castlevania (All Media Types) 2 Challengers 2 Cherry Magic 2 Conclave (2024) 2 Dan and Phil (rpf) 2 Dangan Ronpa 2 Dead Boy Detectives RPF 2 Digimon 2 Dishonored 2 Dr. Stone 2 Due South 2 Dune (Villeneuve) 2 Five Nights at Freddy's - All Media 2 Fruits Basket 2 Grantchester (TV) 2 Gravity Falls 2 IndyCar RPF 2 Jeeves and Wooster 2 Kingdom Hearts 2 Law & Order: Special Victims Unit 2 Link Click (Shiguang Dailiren) 2 Lovecraft Mythos 2 Lucifer (tv) 2 MAS*H 2 Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury 2 Nirvana in Fire (琅琊榜) 2 Oasis 2 Princess Tutu 2 Sailor Moon 2 She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) 2 Slow Horses 2 Sonic the Hedgehog (Games) 2 Team Fortress 2 2 The Blue Wolves of Mibu 2 The Empyrean - Rebecca Yarros 2 The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (TV series) 2 The Poppy War 2 The Stanley Parable 2 Tiger & Bunny 2 Tower of God 2 Universal Century Gundam 2 Valdemar Series by Mercedes Lackey 2 What We Do In The Shadows 2 When the Third Wheel Strikes Back 2 Word of Honor 2 Yu-Gi-Oh! 2 ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 / JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken / JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

1 10 Things I Hate About You (1999) 1 A Court of Thorns and Roses 1 Akatsuki No Yona 1 Among Us 1 Ancient Greece 1 Arctic Monkeys/The Last shadow Puppets 1 Arknights 1 Around the World in 80 Days (TV 2021) 1 Babylon 5 1 Back to the Future 1 Baseball RPF 1 BBC’s Musketeers 1 Bendy and the Ink Machine 1 Binan Koukou Chikyuu Bouei Bu Love/Happy Kiss 1 Black Doves 1 Black Jewels 1 Bob's Burgers 1 Books of the Raksura - Martha Wells 1 Boygenius (Band)(RPF) 1 Brilliant Minds 1 Brokeback Mountain 1 Buddy Daddies 1 Bullet train 1 Canji Baojun De Zhangxin Yu Chong (The disabled tyrant's pet palm fish) 1 Cassette Beasts 1 Castle 1 Charmed (1998) 1 Countryhumans 1 Criminal Minds 1 Cyberpunk 2077 1 Danger Force (TV) 1 Dark Deception 1 Dark Rise 1 Dead by Daylight 1 Death Note 1 Descendants 1 Destiny 2 1 Dexter 1 Dexter: Original Sin 1 Divergent (Movies) 1 Dominion of the Fallen - Aliette de Bodard 1 Downton Abbey 1 Dragon Ball Z 1 Dragonball 1 Dragonlance 1 Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey 1 Emma - Jane Austen 1 Ensemble Stars! 1 Etta Invincible 1 Fairy tale 1 Fangs of Fortune 1 Farscape 1 Fear & Hunger: Termina 1 Finder no Hyouteki / Finder Series 1 Flight Rising 1 Formula 2/3 RPF 1 Frieren 1 Game Changers Universe (Rachel Reid) 1 Gangsta (Anime & Manga) 1 Generation Loss (Web Series) 1 Gilmore Girls 1 Giselle 1 Grimm 1 Hatoful Boyfriend 1 Haven (TV) 1 Helluva Boss 1 Henry Danger (TV) 1 High School Musical (Movies) 1 Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu 1 Hikaru no Go 1 HLVRAI - Half-life VR But the AI is Self-Aware 1 Holby City 1 Homer's Epics, Ancient Greece Religion and Lore, Epic The Musical 1 House MD 1 I Am Nobody (CDrama) 1 In Other Lands 1 In Stars And Time 1 Infinity Train 1 Initial D 1 It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia 1 Jet Lag The Game RPF 1 Jurassic Park (Extended Universe) 1 Kamen Rider Gotchard 1 Kane and Feels 1 Kuroko no Basuke / Kuroko's Basketball 1 Kushiel's Legacy 1 La Casa de Papel (Money Heist) 1 Law & Order 1 Lays of the Hearth-Fire Series - Victoria Goddard 1 Lies of P 1 Life is Strange 1 Live A Live 1 Lord Seventh/Qi Ye 1 Malory Towers 1 Mass Effect 1, 2 or 3 1 Metaphor: Refantazio 1 Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries 1 Mononoke (2007 series and 2024 movie) 1 My Time at Sandrock 1 Mystic Messenger 1 Mythology 1 Nancy Drew (TV 2019) 1 NBA RPF 1 Nerdy Prudes Must Die 1 Norah Grant Bruce's Billabong books 1 October Daye series - Seanan McGuire 1 Oh No! Here Comes Trouble 1 Once Upon A Time 1 Order of the Stick 1 Outlast games 1 Over the Garden Wall 1 Pacific Rim 1 Paradise Of Thorns 1 Peaky Blinders 1 Person of Interest 1 Persuasion - Jane Austen 1 Pirates of the Caribbean 1 Power Rangers (2017 movie) 1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 1 Prodigal Son 1 Project Sekai 1 Project Zero/Fatal Frame 1 Psych (2006) 1 Puella Magi Madoka Magica 1 Qiang Jin Jiu (Ballad of Sword and Wine) 1 Quantum Break 1 Ranma 1/2 1 Resident Alien 1 Resident Evil 1 Rise of the Guardians 1 Riyria Revelations 1 S.C.I Mystery 1 S.W.A.T. (2017 show) 1 Saint Seiya 1 Sanders Sides 1 Saw franchise 1 Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated (2010) 1 Shipwrecked Comedy 1 Skulduggery Pleasant 1 Sleeping Beauty (1959) 1 Slenderverse 1 Sonic The Hedgehog (movies) 1 South Park 1 Spinning Silver (Novik) 1 Spirited 1 Squid Game 1 Starkid Musicals (no hp) 1 Static Shock 1 Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical 1 Super Sentai 1 Tales of Arise 1 Tales of Series 1 Tatort Saarbrücken 1 That 70s Show 1 The A Team (either the 2010 movie or the 1980s series) 1 The Coffin of Andy and Leyley 1 The Devil Judge 1 The Glass Scientists 1 The Good Place 1 The Hands of the Emperor - Victoria Goddard 1 The Librarians 1 The Masquerade Series 1 The OC 1 The Pairing - Casey McQuiston 1 The Paradise of Thorns 1 The Radiant Emperor 1 The Silt Verses 1 The Umbrella Academy 1 the vampire diaries universe 1 The Venture Maidens 1 The Walking Dead 1 The West Wing 1 Thousand Autumns 1 Thunderbirds are Go 1 Tokusatsu 1 Tron 1 Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles 1 Turning 1 Under The Skin (Cdrama) 1 video games by Arkane Studios 1 Wander Over Yonder

1 Warriors / Warrior Cats 1 Watcher Entertainment/BuzzFeed Unsolved RPF 1 Weak Hero Class 1 1 Wind Breaker 1 WNBA RPF 1 Wonka 1 World Trigger 1 Xenoblade Chronicles series 1 Yellowjackets 1 Young Wizards (Diane Duane) 1 Yuwu (Remnants of Filth) 1 Zatch Bell 1 Zombieland Saga 1 บ้านหลอน ON SALE / Peaceful Property (TV)

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Henry Cavill Masterlist

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Henry Cavill

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Doctor Baby

Henry is dating a younger woman who attends medical school. His relationship is revealed during an interview, which he knows she’s watching.

Geralt Of Rivia

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Being Married To Henry’s Characters Would Include...

Sherlock Holmes

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Reminders ♡

Just a soft ol’ time with Sherlock under a tree. He’s like a Greek god, beauty gracing his face and body, and Y/n can never resist the urge to draw him. Only this time, he catches her.

Stubborn ☁

Y/n helps around with Enola and her mother, considered a family friend rather than teacher. Sherlock has fancied her since she first began with Enola, and she fancies him just as much. Not that she’d ever admit it though.

Lacking In Facts ♡ ☁

(Request) Y/n believes Sherlock is in love with her cousin, Irene Adler, but he overhears her talking to Enola about it, and tells her just how wrong she is.

(Reminders Part Two?) Promises ♡ ☁

(Request) Sherlock and Y/n have kids. Five of them, to be exact, and one on the way. Sherlock can’t help but ask for more, after all, it was the life he promised her.

A Work Proposition

The female detective Lestrade has introduced is compelling, and upon seeing her and Sherlock interact, Enola’s cupid skills subtly kick in.

Clark Kent / Kal-El / Superman

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Waiting

(Request) Superman is a usual at the café Y/n works at during the night shifts, and Clark grows close to her as she interns part time at the Daily Planet. He waits to see if she’ll figure it out.

Napoleon Solo

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August Walker

(Nothing as of right now, feel free to request if they happen to be open)

Charles Brandon

(Nothing as of right now, feel free to request if they happen to be open)

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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”

[ilyrafe]

Prompts 16 and/or 22 with Napolen, please 😍

prompt: kissing knuckles

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“i don’t know how to thank you, truly.” he repeated while putting a bandage on your knuckles.

your hands were pretty bruised, quite bloody even, but nothing that you couldn’t have handled. he’s never seen you so angry before, let alone beating someone up the way you did, but thank god you did because he could’ve been in a much bigger trouble if you hadn’t found him.

“you don’t have to.” you assured. “besides, it was fun to do that, very liberating.”

he chuckled.

“still. you could have hurt yourself badly, and i wouldn’t know what i would do if something worse happened to you.” he said, adjusting the bandages so you would feel comfortable. he finished putting the bandages on both your hands and took your hands to his lips, kissing your skin softly. “you’re all done.”

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blurb time!

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Asks Open: Henry Cavill Drabbles/Ficlet

Give me an idea in my asks and I’ll write you somewhere between a drabble and a ficlet. 

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Autumn Leaves

Feelings you had kept close to your hearts, safely hidden in a pair of autumn leaves. 

Prompt: ‘Autumn Leaves’

Requested by: @maellem​

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Gn!Reader

Words: 2.1k

You smiled lightly as you walked down the park steps, the orange, yellow and rust covered leaves floating to the ground around you, the occasional leaf landing and bouncing of your head and shoulders. A light breeze blew through the trees, the sound paired with the dribbling of a nearby fountain, and families laughing in the playground. 

Stepping awkwardly to the left to step on a brown leaf, you felt an odd sense of satisfaction when it crunched audibly underneath your foot. Spotting another brown leaf just ahead of you, you stepped, with a slight hop, you stomped on the leaf, disappointed when there was no sound.

Solo smiled at your behavior, as he walked just behind you, watching you hop from one leaf to another, not caring about anything else around you. His heart beat picked up a little as he felt a fluttering in his chest. You always did that to him. He wasn’t really used to it, someone making him feel like that. But if it was anyone, he was glad it was you, though he knew he could do nothing with it, with you, at least not yet. 

As you stopped in your place, Solo stopped in his, watching as you crouched down to the ground “Y/n?” he asked in curiosity as he moved to be by your side.

“Careful” you said, sticking out your arm to stop him “Don’t step on him” 

Solo knit his brow as he peered around the side of you, crouching down. He smiled as he saw you corral a small fuzzy caterpillar onto a leaf. You slowly picked up the leaf, carrying it off towards the trees before placing it gently in a safe spot. 

“There you go” you whispered quietly before standing and turning aback to Solo with a smile on your face. You paused as you saw a peculiar look on his face as he looked at you, you felt your face begin to burn “What?”.

He shook his head lightly as he stood, a smile stretching across his face. Walking over to you, you stayed still as he stopped in front of you.

You stared at him as he paused, trying to ignore the intense butterflies in your stomach. You had known Solo for a little over two months now, and he never failed to make you nervous. Working with U.N.C.L.E was intense, but he always had a certain air about him that always made you feel safe. But you knew he was considered a serial womanizer, so you were always afraid there would never be anything real there. But it never stopped the butterflies.

Slowly he reached up, his hand coming up past your face, before grabbing a small orange and yellow leaf that had been sitting on your beanie hat. Holding it between his fingers in front of you, he met your eyes with a small smile “Make a wish?”

“Isn’t that for eyelashes?” you asked quietly, taking the leaf as he handed it to you, his fingers lingering under yours for a moment before he pulled his hand away. 

“Yes, but you should always take a chance where you can get it” he took one last look at you before he forced himself to step away, turning he took a step away as he adjusted his suit jacket. 

You smiled as you twirled the leaf through your fingers as you made a silent wish before slipping it into your coat pocket. Looking back up, you smiled as you approached Solo, reaching up, you removed a small rust colored leaf from his shoulder. 

Feeling the pressure, Solo looked over his shoulder before turning seeing you remove the leaf. You met his eyes with a smile, holding it up “Now you get a wish” 

He smiled, taking it from your hand, his fingers lingering on yours for a second like he had before. Looking at the leaf, he made a wish to himself before looking back at you with a light smile, which you returned. 

Solo turned away from you sightly, his eyes landing on the large clock on a nearby church bell-tower “Well, shall we?” he asked reaching out his arm for you to take “Peril will be angry if we’re late”

You chuckled as you looped your arm through him and fell into a steady pace as you continued through the park “He’s always angry”

Solo chuckled as he stuck the leaf in his jacket pocket without you seeing “That is certainly true” 

~Two Months Later~

As you stared out the window as the snow fluttered down over the small European city, you could see the nearby colorful lights from the Christmas tree placed in the town square. You turned back at the sound of Solo coming back into the room. His eyes landed on you momentarily as he set down his briefcase.

“Anything exciting happen?” you asked, rising from your seat at the window sill.

“No, went exactly as planned. Placed the tracker in the car. Now we wait” 

You hummed in response as you wandered over to a chair in front of the fireplace. Watching as Solo tossed another log onto the flames. 

Solo and you had been paired up to check in on a possible terror organization, and now you were sharing a small flat. You had been dancing around each other recently, ever since that day in the park a couple months previous. You were still afraid Solo would not be willing to have a long-term relationship, and Solo was afraid he’d hurt you, and afraid that you would not trust him. But now, having to spend all your time around each other, you couldn’t hide from your feelings as easily as you could before. 

Leaning back into the cushioned couch, you rose your legs, so your whole body was resting in the chair, turning your head, you stared into the flickering fireplace. Solo sat across from you, his eyes grazing over your figure before they landed on your face. Solo had recently come to the realization that it did not matter how much he tried to distance himself from you, or ignore his feelings. Nothing he did stopped them, in fact, they only ever made them grow.

Glancing over at Solo, you see him staring at you, his face reflecting the same expression he had on his face that day in the park, the same expression that made your heart beat rapidly. 

“What?” you asked quietly. 

You could see the realization that he had been staring cross his face as he rose his brow, adjusting his posture “Nothing, sorry” You frowned slightly, wondering if you should question him more, but before you could he cleared his throat and sat up “Actually, I lied, there is something”

“What is it?” 

“I- “ he hesitated “I’m not quite sure how to explain what I need to clearly” he frowned as he stared at the fire. 

“It’s okay. We have the time” you said quietly, nervous. 

He looked at you now “Yes. But I fear I’ve already wasted some of the time I could have had” his voice was so sincere, it almost sounded sad. Staring at you for another moment, he suddenly rose, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet before sitting back down.

Opening the leather case he pulled out a small handkerchief. He stared at it for a moment before he handed it to you. You gazed at it in wonder as you looked at him, he gestured his head towards it, giving you permission to open it.

Slowly unfolding it in the palm of your hand, your heart began to pound in your chest, and the oh-so familiar butterflies returned as you saw the corner of a rusty brow leaf. Opening the handkerchief completely, you stared down at the familiar leaf in surprise. “It’s the leaf I pulled off your jacket” you couldn’t tell if you were asking or confirming. You knew it was the same leaf, but you didn’t want to assume to much. 

“Yes” Solo said, confirming anyway. 

You looked up at him for a moment before setting it on the small table nearby, rising and walking over to your bag. Solo stared at you in confusion, his own stomach tied in knots as he wondered if he had freaked you out. 

Turning back towards him, you now had a book in your hands. Solo recognized it, you always had it with you recently, though he only ever saw you occasionally reading it.

Walking back over, you sat down again, handing Solo the book. He took it with a raise of his brow, now knit in confusion. Naturally, he opened the book to the page the bookmark was set. 

His heart seemed to leap in his chest as he realized what the bookmark was. Two thin pieces of plastic, encased around, and protecting, a small brown leaf. Even though the color faded, he still knew exactly what it was. 

His eyes rose to meet yours, clearly nervous. Solo smiled as he glanced back over at the leaf he had kept on his person at all times since that day. Looking back at the homemade bookmark, he gently stroked it “Well. I suppose, there was more meaning in those leaves for both of us than we thought there would be.” 

You smiled lightly as you took the book back as he handed it too you “Did you actually make a wish on it?” you asked softly, your mind replaying the own wish you had made.

“Of course” he smiled “Did you?” 

“Of course” you repeated as you gently handed back his handkerchief, leaf still placed gently inside. 

Carefully refolding it he spoke quietly “It sort of became a lucky charm in my mind I suppose” 

“Mine did too” you smiled, as you hugged the book against your chest.

Solo watched as you did so, as a small burst of confidence flowed through him “Do you want to know what I wished for?” 

“Wouldn’t that negate the wish all together?” 

He smiled lightly “I think the only way for it to really come true is if I do tell you” Moving out from his chair, he was suddenly kneeling on the floor in front of you, staring up into your eyes, setting the book on the chair beside you, he moved to take your hands in his, pausing for a moment as he stared into your eyes, he finally spoke, his voice quiet, yet bold “I wished for you”

If your heart could have burst through your chest it would have in that moment, as you stared down into his bright sincere gaze “Me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He nodded ever so slightly as he continued “I was afraid you would not want to be with me, given my...reputation. So, I tried to avoid my feelings, only wishing to have you, thinking it might never be possible. But. “ he paused, wracking his brain for the proper words as he looked down at your hands, intertwined with his “But, I cannot seem to let go of the possibility of you giving me a chance to be with you, to- to protect you, and make you happy, and to love you” as he finished, he brought his gaze back up to yours. 

You stared at him in silent shock as he spoke, his voice low but determined and honest. He finished, with a sense of hope in his eyes “I will respect whatever your decision is, but I must hope, that, because you kept your leaf as well, that there must be something of a similar feeling here”

You pushed down the shock that still echoed through your body. There was so much you wanted to say to him, so many thoughts wracking through your mind. “I wished for the same thing. You”. Solo stared at you for a brief moment before a smile broke across his face as you continued “There is more I want to say, but I- I-”

Your sentence was cut off as Solo’s hands moved from yours to your face as he quickly leaned up, bringing his lips to your own. The kiss was passionate yet gentle, your own hands moved to his wrists as you returned the kiss. 

Pulling away briefly he spoke “There’s no need to say anymore right now” you smiled at his words just as he brought you in for another kiss, this time, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Your hands wrapped around the base of his neck as you both were finally able to give into the feelings you had repressed so forcefully. Feelings you had kept close to your hearts, safely hidden in a pair of autumn leaves. 

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Also, for those who are curious. U.N.C.L.E is an acronym for United Network Command for Law and Enforcement.  

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