Loving you is a losing game [Napollya]

And it kills me to know that you found Somebody to love

NAPOLEON'S POV

Today, again I was left at home, like always. Like it's been happening from the past 4 months. He again took Gaby out like he always does. And leaves me alone, like he always does. But it's neither his fault and nor is Gaby's. She is just a girl who likes Illya and who won't like him, huh? Who won't like a tall 6 feet 5 inches, muscular, intelligent, cunning, innocent (a bit), blond and devilishly handsome Russian? Obviously, everyone will. And this is the same man I was meant to kill 4 months ago, but I saved him from drowning. I didn't know why I did that at that time. I could've just let him drown and my mission would be complete. Everytime he was standing infront of me, talking to me, or even looking at me, something inside my stomach churned, always. I felt butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. It was a really strange feeling.

But as more days passed, I found myself staring at his lips everytime I saw him. I used to wonder how it'd feel like to touch his soft skin, to run my fingers through his silky blond hair, to touch his lips with mine. The more I tried to distract myself, the more my body started betraying me. I helplessly just stared at his perfect sculpted body everytime he was with me. I thought this was just pure lust, and it was at first, but I don't know when this pure lust got converted into love. Yeah, love. You may think that Napoleon Solo, the Napoleon Solo, is just a machine working at orders. And I thought the same. I slept with a lot of people, both men and women, but none of them made me feel the way he makes me feel. Whenever he's with me, I feel a weird type of protectiveness. Whenever he's sitting beside me, I feel my body get warmed up, even on the coldest of days. He didn't laugh a lot, but when he did, his laugh lit up the whole world for me. His eyes has the most magnificent and most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen.

But as I mentioned earlier, it wasn't his fault. I noticed the way Gaby and Illya looked at each other. Anyone can tell that they liked each other a lot. And they'd definitely make a cute couple. They both looked very happy together. And if being with her makes him happy, then I'd better die with my damned feelings. I'd do anything and everything that makes him happy.

And one thing that I'm sure of is that he isn't gay. He's definitely not into guys. That are the enough and valid reasons to kill my hopes that I'll ever be his. But still, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. Even after knowing it well that he won't be mine, my heart still hopes that someday, I'll kiss him, I'll make love to him, I'll woke up next to him in the same bed he slept in, I'll tell him how helplessly I've fallen in love with him from the day I saw him.

I was so tangled in my thoughts that I didn't know that my phone was ringing. I came back to reality and picked it up. It was Gaby. Gaby? Why isn't she enjoying her date? Why the hell is she calling me when she's with the most handsome man I've ever seen? "Oh, just stop and pick up the damned phone Leo" I told myself and picked up the phone. "Hello Solo?" Gaby said, or barked, to be honest. "Yeah. What happened? I think that Waverly has got us assigned to another mission, Am I right?"
"Shut the fuck up and listen to me. And it's not Waverly, it's about Illya, arschloch!"
"Illya? What the hell did he got in now? Is he alright?" I can't help but panic. "No, he's alright but he's completely wasted. I said that Germans are better in drinking than anyone else. He took it personally and said that Russians are the best and to prove that, scheißkerl drank straight 15 glasses of beer. I can't handle him alone. I'm at the Barton'n'Maximoff bar. Leave your fuckin coffee, Come and help, NOW!" she said
"How the hell she knows I'm drinking coffee?" I asked myself mentally. But that's not a big problem. The big problem currently is the drunk and completely wasted Red Peril.

I collected my coat, closed the door and rushed to my car. "Dude drank 15 glasses of beer just to show Russians are the best when it comes to drinking capacity. Leo, you've fallen in love with a completely insane man!" I said to myself and chuckled before I drove off to that Barton'n'Maximoff bar.

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Chit chat time-

That's all for this chapter. Uff. It was long, isn't it? This plot was in my mind from the past 3 days and I even had a dream about them the last night, that's why here I am, writing

I was always in love with Armie Hammer from the time I saw Free Fire and he became one of my favorite after watching CMBYN.

Never liked Cavill, but after watching The Witcher and TMFU, kinda started to love him too. But still, I'm the one from Marvel.

And after watching TMFU, I started shipping both of them, hard!😂 Plus, there aren't much Napollya fanfiction on Wattpad too.

I dunno if you liked it or not but your comments and votes will definitely tell me your opinion and It'll make me happy. So please, vote and comment so that I can know that it's fine enough.

Feel free to discuss and make deductions about the next chapter!

My name is Erik and I'm an obsessed fanboy.

And here's the German translation
1. Arschloch- Asshole
2. Scheißkerl- Motherfucker, Fucker, Son of a bitch

Okay, so it's almost 10 pm in here and I gotta study chemistry.

See ya in the next chapter. Till then, stay safe and please, don't overthink. I know what you're goin through.

Later!😉

Note- I don't own any of the characters but the story plot is my original.