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This short story is written for a good friend of mine, the wonderful Samira Delp. For the past few months, we have been developing characters and the OC's that may or may not go along with them. This particular story involves Napoleon Solo, agent for the U.N.C.L.E. classified services. While what goes on would not happen anywhere except for anywhere but our minds, it's still fun to imagine. Enjoy Solo vs. Solo! For Sami- Thank you. A thousand thank you's.

A CIA agent, a Russian member of the KGB, and a German car mechanic. They're three of the most unlikely people to ever be seen together, much less work together. Yet somehow, they're a family. This dives into all of their emotional moments as they work to put aside their differences in order to save the world. *Cross-posted onto my AO3 account (@chasing_pages) *Original cover art not mine.

A beautiful lounge singer and Napoleon solo cross paths during U.N.C.L.E.'s mission in New York circa 1968.

Fun little snippets and stories about the best spy team in history.

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!

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.

Little Chapters of Illya and Gaby. This will be updated with chapters every so often. If you have any requests, let me know in the comments or private message. I hope you enjoy. Thanks! Cover Credit: http://mmcoconut.tumblr.com/post/127443119822/do-you-love-me-now-that-i-can-dance/amp

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!

When you can see things others can't, where do you look for the truth? This paranormal murder mystery will have teens reading on the edge of their seats! Gabriella "Gaby" Teller sees things. Things no one else can see. Things like stolen kisses and long-buried secrets. All she has to do is touch a certain object, and the visions come to her. It's a gift. And a curse. When a teenage girl is found murdered, Gaby's ex-boyfriend Napoleon Solo wants her to help solve the case but Gaby doesn't want to get involved. Then Gaby's Uncle Rudi becomes the prime suspect, and Gaby can no longer look away. Teaming up with Illya Kuryakin, the smouldering son of the new detective, Gaby must venture into the depths of fear, revenge, and lust in order to find the killer. But will her sight fail her just when she needs it most?

"Hello Little Chop-Shop Girl," he smiled.

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.

14k+ reads! Thanks everyone! Updated as of 3/30/21 ............... Illya and Gaby work with Napoleon to take down The Frenchman, an elusive human trafficker. Ongoing, at least one chapter per week. Please leave feedback so I can improve. :) Don't forget follow me, vote, and add the story to your libraries. Thank you for reading! <3 Preview: Illya shoved the hotel room door open with a crash, stumbling into the room, drenched in water, red-tinged droplets falling from his fingers to the floor. Gaby spun around from where she stood at the window, nearly dropping the small glass of vodka in her hand. "Illya?" She gasped, setting the glass down on the table beside the couch. "What happened?" Illya fell heavily to his knees, eyes nearly closing with fatigue. "The Frenchman, he had more men than expected. One had shockingly good aim in the dark. I discover this the hard way." Shaking her head, Gaby knelt in front of him, peeling his drenched jacket away from his shoulder. She winced as the bloodstained shirt came into view. "I told you to wear protection." "And you were right, as always, little chop shop girl."....