Napollya Stories

Illya doesn't care for Christmas and Napoleon has never celebrated it properly. But maybe a team effort and Gaby's intervening can create the perfect experience... Written for the tmfu winter fic exchange, enjoy!

I got addicted to a losing game ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poor Napoleon fell in love with the Russian KGB agent he was meant to kill. But he can do nothing as he knows that Illya isn't his, he never was and will never be. The both of them were just partners in work. Nothin else. And he's seen how Illya looks at Gaby. How he smiles at her. He's her, not his. He felt a pang of jealousy and hurt whenever he saw them together. But he never showed how he felt. He played it cool as always. Everyone knows how good Napoleon Solo is at hiding his feelings. He's stern cold as a robot. He won't show his emotions, doesn't matters how much he cries all night all alone. But what happens when a wasted Illya makes him break his walls and confront his feelings? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Title of the story is from the song called Arcade by Duncan Lawrence.

After a fight, Napoleon more or less wants Illya to kiss everything better, but, of course, they have to work out some classic misunderstandings first. Enjoy!

At the end of the mission in Belarus, U.N.C.L.E. gave Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin another job well done and called it a day. The two men headed straight back to their hotel to which they walk into their shared suite in a middle of a one-man heist who turned out to be an old friend dropping by... for a while.