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You hear muffled screaming. It is me, having listened to A song and having had An Idea that will not leave me alone but I do not have the time to sit down and actually write it...
So "One of your girls" came on shuffle and I cannot help but imagine a fic where Illya is hiding a secret and Napoleon being nosy investigates and finds out that he does drag (and can you imagine how hot she'd be omggggg) and Illya thinks that Napoleon is straight cause he has terrible gaydar (Napoleon being a serial womanizer etc). Cue misunderstandings until Napoleon convinces him that he wants Illya whether she's in drag or no...
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Whumptober #28
This is an AU based on the 2009 film Push. So, The Man From UNCLE but with super powers!
xxx we might not make it to the morning
“Ah, there you are. I was wondering if you’d come.” One corner of her mouth is upturned, and there’s nothing in Victoria’s tone, in the way she speaks, that’s out of the ordinary. And yet…There’s something there, something that tickles the back of Napoleon’s mind and then disappears the moment he reaches for it, like grasping at smoke.
It unsettles him, even as he puts on a false smile of his own, calm and full of charm. “How could I not? When a stunning woman such as yourself extends an invitation, one would be a fool not to accept it. I brought champagne.” He lifts the bottle slightly, and she steps out of the doorway so Napoleon can enter the suite, closing the door behind him. Napoleon sets the champagne down and turns to Victoria with one eyebrow quirked. “So what is it you wanted to discuss? An art deal, perhaps?”
Victoria grins broadly, showing pearly white teeth that remind Napoleon of a wolf’s, and she lets out a laugh. “Come now, Napoleon. Neither of us is that naive, so let’s not pretend.”
Napoleon’s stomach ties itself in knots at the use of his real name, but he’s careful not to let his shock show. His cover is blown, but he has to keep his head. “Damn,” he says. “I thought I was doing so well.”
“Oh, don’t sell yourself short, Agent Solo. You were doing very well!”
“What, so you found a Watcher, then? A Sniff?”
The woman watches him out from under heavy, dark lashes. There’s something predatory in her gaze, and Napoleon feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His strategy shifts immediately from gathering what intelligence he can to finding a way out of here, now.
But then…she speaks. And realization barely has time to hit him before her words crash over him and into him, entangling her lies with his reality.
“You really shouldn’t trust that big Russian ape, you know.”
Napoleon frowns. She’s only barely started to Push, and the contradicting thoughts in his mind confuse him. Surely she can’t mean…“Illya?”
“Kuryakin, yes. He’s still working with them. It’s dreadful, really, the way he’s using you and dear little Gaby. Playing you for fools.”
Confusion slowly turns to anger, and Napoleon feels his hands curl into fists. “I’ll kill him.”
He doesn’t notice Victoria’s amused smile, or the blackness of her eyes. “Now, there’s an idea. He’ll see you coming, though. The man is tracking you, after all.”
Napoleon’s thoughts are heavy and plodding, like there’s weights around their ankles, and it takes him a long moment before he says, “That’s impossible. I check my clothes, and my shoes.”
Victoria sighs, walking past Napoleon and to the nightstand next to the bed. He turns to watch her. “No, no darling. You misunderstand me. He didn’t place the tracker on you, did he? He planted it in you, in your belly.”
Napoleon’s heart rate picks up, hands breaking into a sweat. His head hurts. This doesn’t seem right, but she’s said so and--
“The bastard,” he says.
“Indeed.” She opens the nightstand drawer and pulls something out, lifting it to show him. A small paring knife. She places the point against the tip of her finger and looks at it thoughtfully. “If you want to kill him, which you do, you’ll need to get that pesky tracker out first and destroy it.”
A tracker, a Russian tracker inside him all this time, Kuryakin and the fucking KGB aware of his every move, his every secret…All of it lies. His trust given to the enemy, to a man who’s needled his way into his life and used him.
He needs to get the tracker out and smash it to pieces. And then he needs to find Illya and smash him to pieces, too.
Victoria closes the space between herself and Napoleon and reaches up with one hand, gently running the back of her long fingers down his face, lingering at his jaw.
“I’d love to stay and watch, I really would, but unfortunately I’ve more important matters to see to. Much less entertaining, though. Pity.” She sighs wistfully and holds out the knife. “You’ll need this. A bit short, but it’s sharp enough.”
Napoleon takes the blade from Victoria and she plants a kiss on his lips, lingering a long moment before she pulls away with a smile.
“Goodbye now, Napoleon. We shan’t be seeing each other again, I don’t think. And do be quiet, we don’t want anyone coming in here and trying to stop you.”
Napoleon nods idly, staring down at the small weapon he’s been handed as Victoria leaves the suite.
The agent turns the knife in his hand so it’s pointed toward his belly. His body’s instinct to survive is shouting at him, trying to seize control of his limbs. But there’s a tracker inside him, put there by a man who has lied to him, violated him, betrayed him. And he needs to get it out. He has to. Mind overrides body and he drives the knife forward, plunging it into the right side of his torso, halfway between ribs and hip. The pain pulls the breath out of him and the blood is instant, welling up around the blade and soaking his crisp, white shirt. He’s on the floor before he knows he’s falling, sitting on the carpet against the settee, his legs outstretched before him. His heart pounds in his chest, in his ears, as he starts to pull the knife to the left (the woman wasn’t lying, the knife is sharp) and his hands begin to tremble as more blood spills from him. His body shakes as he continues, quaking with the effort of containing the screams that want to erupt from him--screams of agony, of hurt, of rage. He doesn’t let them out though, he can’t. Only the occasional whimper or groan slips through his lips, though the sounds are quickly stifled. Mostly he gasps, rapid, sharp breaths through flared nostrils, his mouth drawn into a thin grimace.
He wants to stop.
But then Victoria’s voice again, and her words push every other conscious thought aside so that he’s focused only on his task. To get the tracker out.
He’s shaking so badly he can hardly hold the knife, so he wraps his left hand around his right and then he keeps moving. He doesn’t think about the fact that his lap is becoming increasingly wet and warm as blood spills from the lengthening split in his belly. Doesn’t think about the fact that, despite the sweat on his forehead, he’s growing colder.
He has to get the tracker out.
And then he’s going to kill Illya Kuryakin.
xxx
They don’t wait for the girl at the front desk to give them a key. They don’t have the time, and Illya can blast the door open anyway, and does so with more strength than Gaby has seen in a while, nearly knocking it from its hinges. He bursts into the room and then freezes so abruptly that Gaby runs into the back of him.
“Illya!” she gripes, and steps out from around him and then she freezes, too. “Mein Gott.”
Napoleon is on the floor, slumped against a settee, his face shiny with sweat and a sickly shade of gray and there’s blood, there’s so much blood all over his front and his hands and the white carpet beneath him and she’s seen a lot since working with Waverly but this…Bile rises in her throat and she has to turn away, doubling over and clutching her stomach and waiting for the moment to pass. This seems to rouse Illya from his daze and her charges forward.
“Cowboy!” he cries, and Gaby looks up in time to see the Russian fall to his knees beside the agent. He’s muttering in Russian, words too low and fast for Gaby to understand but she thinks he may be praying as he puts two fingers to Napoleon’s neck, searching for a pulse.
“Is he--”
“He is alive,” Illya says. “Go find clean towels, we must try and control the bleeding.”
Gaby nods, hurrying off to the bathroom, and she’s grateful to have a moment to herself, to collect herself as she collects the towels. She’s strong and Napoleon Solo is strong and it’s going to be okay.
That’s when the shouting starts.
She hears Illya first. “Solo, what are you--You are badly injured you must--”
And then Napoleon, and the tone in his voice sends ice in her veins.
“Get the fuck off me, I’ll kill you!” There’s a tiredness in his voice, a slurred quality to his words that she knows comes with being badly hurt, but even so the words are laced with fury and hatred and she hurries back to the two agents.
Napoleon has a knife in his red-with-blood hand, holding it up in front of him, and Gaby can see it shaking. Illya is a step back, hands up in a gesture of retreat, face twisted in hurt and confusion.
“Napoleon!”
Gaby’s cry gets his attention and he looks over at her, then down at his belly. “I have to get it out. Gaby, I--I have to get it out!”
And then he’s aiming the knife at himself, moving quickly but Illya is quicker and grabs both his wrists. The knife clatters to the ground and Napoleon’s face darkens with rage.
“Cowboy, it’s me!” Illya cries. ���You’re badly wounded, we have to get you to help, do you understand?”
“You’re a liar,” Napoleon snarls, jerking slightly as he tries to free himself from the Russian’s grip. The action is quickly followed by a sound of pain and his eyes squeeze shut.
“Illya, let him go,” Gaby says, barely keeping her voice from shaking. “He’ll hurt himself more trying to fight you.”
“He will hurt himself anyway if I let him go.” There’s desperation in Illya’s voice, written on his face and in his body, in the uncertainty that is as plain in his grip as the strength. “It--it is bad, Gaby. The towels--he needs the towels.”
Gaby nods, kneeling beside the two men and it’s only then, with the blood on the carpet soaking through the knees of her trousers, that she fully takes in Napoleon’s injury. It’s nothing short of ghastly--a long, ragged cut running from one side of his belly to the other. It's hard to tell but she notes that there doesn't seem to be anything other than blood spilling from the gash. It offers some comfort, but not much.
She’s seen what a powerful Pusher can do, and Victoria is obviously not short on power. It’s plain that Napoleon doesn’t have much strength left in him, but whatever she’s planted in his mind is compelling him to use every ounce of it acting on whatever she’s told him to do, even if it kills him.
She positions herself next to Illya, who’s still holding Napoleon’s wrists, and presses a towel to the long gash, and another, and it’s obvious that he’s in agony but he doesn’t scream, just writhes weakly and lets out small, hair raising whimpers.
“We can’t move him like this,” Gaby says. “Maybe if he were calm, but he is bleeding too much and there’s no way he’ll let you get him out of here. He needs a Stitch. You know one here in Rome, don’t you? Go make the call.”
Illya’s jaw works, eyes growing watery, and he shakes his head once. “I will give you the number. I won’t leave him.”
“You have to!” she snaps, then sighs. “Illya, you have to.”
He reluctantly releases his hold on Napoleon, who immediately reaches for the towels Gaby’s holding against his wound. He’s weak, though, and Gaby easily stops him, taking his bloody hands in hers.
“Go!” she barks, and Illya hurries away.
“He--he--” Napoleon gasps, looking at Gaby with eyes wide and wild.
“What is it, Solo?” she says gently, hoping that she can coax something out that will help her deal with whatever lies Victoria has forced on him.
“He lied to us. The--the--the bastard! Put a tracker in me…I have to get it out.”
So that’s what Victoria told him. She has to think quickly.
“You did!” she says, and his brow furrows in confusion.
“What?” His hands relax in hers, just slightly.
“You already got it out,” she says, slowly releasing one of his hands and waiting for a moment to make sure he doesn’t try and hurt himself again. Then she reaches into her pocket and draws out one of the beads from her broken bracelet and holds it up. “See? It was on the floor, you must have missed it. You already got it out.”
He still looks slightly bewildered, but he nods slowly. “I got it out,” he murmurs, and lets out a long sigh, and as he does his eyes drift shut and his head dips down toward his chest.
“Solo!” Gaby puts her hand on his face, tilting his head upward. Her already hammering heart beats so fast that it aches, with fear, with desperation. A Stitch can’t help a dead man. “Solo, come on. You have to stay awake until help comes. Napoleon!”
She almost weeps with relief when she hears Illya’s voice in the hall, and he appears a moment later, a short, harsh-looking older woman in tow.
“Christ, that’s a lot of blood,” she says in a thick Dublin as she sets eyes on Napoleon. “Is he still breathing?”
Gaby nods. “He’s alive.”
“Alright, help me get him onto his back.”
Illya and Gaby move quickly and carefully, shifting Napoleon so that he’s lying flat on his back on the blood-soaked floor. The woman places her hand on Napoleon’s belly, one on either side of the wound. She glances up at Illya.
“Your friend is about to make a lot of noise. Might bring some unwanted attention.”
“I will deal with it, Brigid,” Illya practically growls. “Just help him!”
Brigid nods and slowly starts to move her hands. Gaby watches in fascinated horror as the torn flesh deep within the wound begins to knit. As it does, Napoleon stirs, just a little at first, a pained whimper escaping his lips. Whimper becomes groan, and he writhes under Brigid’s hands, and then his back arches and he screams and the sound makes Gaby’s stomach churn. Brigid doesn’t seem phased, barely even seems to notice, just continues her bloody work. Gaby has to blink back tears and she looks up to see Illya doing the same, the big Russian’s jaw tense as he stares up at the ceiling while Napoleon cries out.
And then it’s over and Napoleon’s body goes limp, sweat beading his forehead as his head lolls to one side, his breath coming in high, breathy gasps.
“Boy’s just been through hell,” Brigid says, standing. “But he’ll be back on his feet in a few hours.”
“Thank you,” Illya says. “Thank you.”
Brigid just nods. “You owe me one, Kuryakin.” And she leaves the apartment without another word. Illya watches her go, then turns to Gaby.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Are you?”
Illya sniffs once, looking away, then looks back at her. “The way he spoke to me…He was so angry.”
There’s a noise in the hall and Gaby swears under her breath.
“Illya, we need to get him out of here.”
“He does not trust me.” Illya’s voice is small. Broken.
“We’ll figure it out,” Gaby says softly.
Illya nods, his expression darkening. “And then we find Victoria.”
“And then we find Victoria,” Gaby agrees.
It doesn’t matter how powerful Victoria Vinciguera is. She’s going to pay for this.
xxx
#whumptober2023#no.28#bloody knife#the man from uncle#fic#blood tw#violence tw#self harm tw#self injury tw#brainwashed#magical healing#painful healing#napoleon solo#illya kuryakin#tmfu#tmfu fic#tmfu au#super hero au#push au#whumptober#my writing#my fic#whump#whump fic
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The Man from U.N.C.L.E and Top Gun Fusion - Hangster & Icemav
IceCold Agency and Inverted Agency are two adversary secret agencies, led by Iceman and Maverick respectively, forced to put aside longstanding hostilities and team up on a joint mission: stopping a mysterious international criminal organization that is bent on destabilizing the fragile balance of power through the proliferation of nuclear weapons and technology.
The only lead to infiltrate the criminal organization is a vanished scientist’s daughter, Natasha Trace. To retrieve the asset, Iceman and Maverick each send their best agent: the combat expert Rooster and the smooth-talker thief Hangman.
Thus is created the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement, a secret international intelligence agency. Code name: U.N.C.L.E.
[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5]
#TMFU au#with top gun characters#hangster#sereshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin#Jake Hangman Seresin is Napoleon Solo - Nickname '''Cowboy'''#So it fits for Jake =D#Bradley Rooster Bradshaw is Illya Kuryakin - Nickname '''Red Peril'''#Not sure it fits for Bradley but he IS the volatile hulk here...#Natasha Phoenix Trace is Gaby Teller - Nickname '''Little Chop Shop Girl'''#Gaby and Nat would SO be BFFs! Both spitfires who are their own BADASS woman who gets shit done!#CIA Boss!Maverick#KGB Boss!Kazansky#Napollya is Hangster!#The Napollya dynamic is awesome in the movie!!!#Siriusly go see the movie!#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#natasha phoenix trace#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#icemav#Because those two have history together#End up creating their own agency because their way is contradictory#But they SO love each other!#Don't think just do VS Think and Plan#Bradley and Jake do some matchmaking meanwhile they mutual-idiotically pine for one another#🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈
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TMFU MENTIONED AHHHHHHHH
Mr. Pettyfer thank you so much and you’re so right
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Thank you so much @cha-melodius and @nicijones for the tags!!!
You remember, months ago, when I said I was going to do both ideas for the Medieval AU? Well I've finally started writing it!!!! Here's a snippet (for context, they are children in this clip):
Gaby screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks, and buried her head in Illya's chest. Solo fought against the vice grip of the stranger, kicking and thrashing, but he was too small to get away. His blue eyes were wide with fear, revealing that speck of brown in the left, and they welled with tears. Illya tried his best to hold on, to pull back and keep Solo on the ground. But their fingers slipped apart as the man hoisted him up onto his white steed.
A sob tore from Illya's throat. He had lost so much already. Now he was losing his best friend, too. The man signaled for the posse to leave, turning his horse with rough commands. The last thing Illya heard Solo say was a yelled, “Je te trouverai!”
A week later, a crowd gathered around the steps of the castle, where the Queen stood with various members of the royal cabinet, Solo at her side. He was clean and well-dressed, but his face was hollow, his bright eyes dull and looking through the surrounding people as if they were glass. Illya had never seen Solo more afraid. He shook with grief and anger and fear, hot tears spilling over his face. A tiny hand placed itself in his, and Gaby hiccuped, pressing closer to him.
“Do you think he will really find us?” she asked in tearful German.
“Of course he will,” Illya comforted, though doubt twisted uncomfortably in his stomach.
I am SUPER excited about this one lol
No pressure tagging @pippinoftheshire @yallwildinrn @huggiebird @heytheredeann and anyone else who wants to join in!!!
#tmfu#the man from uncle#illya kuryakin#napoleon solo#gaby teller#tmfu movie#napollya#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3#medieval au
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Random thought: Napoleon is a composer and Illya is a classical musician. Napoleon composes music for the instrument Illya plays and always creates pieces which are extremely difficult to play just to annoy Illya. Illya curses Napoleon a lot, but he secretly enjoys the challenge. Napoleon feels a confusing mix of irritation and happiness when he sees Illya nail all his demanding pieces at a concert.
#tmfu#napoleon solo#illya kuryakin#napollya#at least i think of it as napollya#random thought#another music-related au#what did you expect from me?#feel free to adopt the idea and use it in a fic
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another UNCLE fic in the works and this is all i can share for now.
Well, that and the fact that it's a Modern AU
(And YES I gave Illya green eyes by mistake... I saved it before i realized. Just picture blue ones please)
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ghost love stories are my favorite for so so so soo many reasons but one thing i love that is unique to ghost romance is the looming question of "how will this become sustainable?"
is the ghost gonna get to be alive again or will the human DIE? will they find a way to coexist in their current situation? how will the ghost become human? will there be necromancy???
AND then when the ghost does become human again and the couple gets to actually touch each other for the first time??????? edwardian ass yearning in a modern setting???? ghost romance forever
#sleeping with ghosts has taken over my LIFE#it makes me want to reread my other fave ghost au. the tmfu one#ruth talks
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Okay, hear me out: Napoleon/Illya snooker/billiard au
Watched snooker the other day and just kept thinking about it :)
I spent way too long this morning searching my blog for that billiards tumblr post about men in tight trousers bending over pool tables, to no avail, even though I KNOW I tagged it napollya. *sigh* It's just gone!
ANYWAY, yes, I agree, and my first instinct was definitely a pro pool player AU, and it would honestly be perfect for napollya. The rivalry, the checking each other's asses out as they bend over the table to take a shot, Napoleon the hotshot pretty boy with trick shots, Illya the technician always calculating the most efficient shots... it practically writes itself!
(Full disclosure, I have a pro pool player AU planned for firstprince, BUT that doesn't preclude eventually having one for napollya! I've thought about doing the same prompt in different fandoms before, and maybe I'll do that here!)
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Hi! :)
I'm just having a zombie!Illya thought, so I wanted to ask: does he age?
Like, imagine the angst when Napoleon and Gaby grow older as Illya stays the same. And they are all painfully aware that they are going to retire once while Illya could practically keep doing the job forever (I don't think there are any laws about zombie retirement) and he's going to lose the two people who really care about him and who taught him that he should care about himself too.
Hope you'll have an amazong week!
Oh.....oh no
I mean he definitely doesn't age and I had thought about that, BUT I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT HE COULD POTENTIALLY JUST DO THIS FOREVER, OH NO
Like the ANGST as Gaby and Napoleon start growing older and slower, but also the fact that he knows that their futures look so different, OUCH
Illya probably always knew that he was stuck like this once they turned him, but he didn't have PARTNERS before, he didn't have anyone to leave behind anymore, and now he has to the face the fact that they are either going to get sloppy and get killed or manage to retire, and he Will Not Be With Them.
But ALSO add to that Illya slowly getting used to having people who value him and don't want to use him as cannon fodder, slowly letting himself deal with the fact that this is actually kind of shitty and unfair, but also knowing that the only outcome here is that he is going to lose them and he is going to be alone again, right back where he started, with no one to have his back.
STARTING MY WEEK WITH A NICE BUCKET OF ANGST UH
#EVIL EVIL EVIL#no but i love this loooool thank you so much for sending this i hope you have a great week too <3#illya kuryakin#gapollya#tmfu#the man from uncle#illya x napoleon x gaby#zombie illya au#not spn#ely replies#ikeepwatchinghelicopters
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@rose-of-pollux's napoleon-solo-esque western oc... I'll be honest my main touchstone for napoleon solo is the 2015 movie, I haven't seen much of the original show, so hopefully the vibe is still right
#i realize admitting i only know the movie is probably a Crime to say to someone who clearly likes the og show#i'll see myself out#this is now making me crave a tmfu western au though#my art#ocs#tmfu#napoleon solo#the magnificent seven#it's technically not any of those but since that's where all my reference pictures came from i feel compelled to tag them#man even besides a western au this just makes me want to rewatch strange empire#i hope some of you are prepared to get dragged down into it because i'm determined to bring SOMEONE down with me#i'm still salty that that show never got more love it's the queer western we deserved
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who won? (and what was the fucking game anyway?)
atomic blonde au
Napoleon returns from a mission in Berlin in November 1989. The wall is down, but his mission was a complete disaster. He has a lot to answer for. Why did he kill an American operative? Who is the mysterious double agent Satchel? And why had he chosen to make contact with a Russian agent?
The CIA is not the only agency interested in answers. The MI6 flew in their very own Waverly from Berlin to hear the whole story first-hand. It would be a shame if Napoleon had something to hide....
#concept#concept of an au#tmfu au#napollya#napollya fanfic#i am working on it ok#also feel like I am out of practice making aesthetics lmao
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Writing Sketch #2
Explanation of what a writing sketch is can be found here!
This, like most of my ideas, is a few years old. It was sparked by a piece of fanart that I can't find of Illya Kuryakin in a fight with the Winter Soldier. I haven't really actually written much for it, so this writing sketch is in the form of a lil synopsis!
Picture this: An AU where Howard Stark successfully saved Steve from the ice. Steve aids Peggy in the formation of SHIELD and they work from the London branch. Things are going well...
And then JFK is assassinated and they have one lead, a name: The Winter Soldier. They gather what little intel they can and Steve manages to find the assassin, and discover his identity (Bucky Barnes, icymi).
Unfortunately, another clandestine organization, UNCLE, is also after him. Enter Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin. A big fight ensues which ultimately ends in a lot of whump and the Winter Soldier escaping. Illya is, of course, seething, and Napoleon isn't too happy either. It takes a loooot of convincing, but eventually Steve manages to talk them into helping him catch Bucky without killing him, and thus they embark on an epic globe-trotting adventure together!
Peggy and Gaby would get along like a house on fire. Both Illya and Gaby would be in awe of Stark's inventions, but Illya hates the man--he doesn't appreciate the constant flirting, or anything about his personality, really. Napoleon and Steve eventually warm up to each other and get to the point where they swap war stories. Napoleon likes finally being able to beat someone at chess. Illya's competitive side makes a rather prominent appearance. Everyone is bi. There's an eventual happy ending.
Anyway, I don't think I'll ever actually get around to writing this, but I like the idea!
#writing sketch#writing doodles#my writing#my fic#fanfic#captain america#captain america au#tmfu#tmfu au#the man from uncle#the man from uncle au#crossover fic#steve rogers#bucky barnes#napoleon solo#illya kuryakin#gaby teller
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The Man from U.N.C.L.E and Top Gun Fusion - Hangster & Icemav [part 2]
[In a public restroom. MavBoss and Hangman, seconds before being introduced to the IceBoss and Rooster]
MavBoss: What I'm about to feed you, Hangman, might taste a little bitter. Nevertheless, you're gonna have to swallow it.
[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5]
#TMFU au#with top gun characters#Jake Hangman Seresin is Napoleon Solo#CIA Boss!Maverick#Source: tmfu#Poor thing tried to be menacing and stern but ended up making blatant innuendos#Meanwhile Hangman is ??????????????????#IceBoss who was hidden facepalmed when he heard the -*his*- idiot talking#icemav#jake hangman seresin#pete maverick mitchell#🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈
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misc zukiryan >:)))
but also il mio regno
this is ALL going under a cut bc i talked too much hehe
full disclosure misc zukiryan is bc i asked sammy (@bonolewis) to list things she associates with me and she said - among other things - "the incomprehensible expanse of north american wilderness". like. AAAAUGH. for the non-gabby folks: misc zukiryan is about my silly little hockey blorbos zucc, kirill, and ryan :) and it is also about the northern pike. it's a fishing fic.
The three of them haven't really been talking much out here at all, and Ryan's becoming used to communicating in quick phrases and nods. In hands on shoulders and backs. He wonders whether this will translate back to big-city life.
i think a lot about how well they clicked on a line together even though they share like 0.75 languages between them sdkfjsmkd. weep.
il mio regno is >>:))))) HEHEHEHEHEH this is my max/daniel/charles the man from uncle AU. i am SO stupid attached to this premise. i started this doc in 2020 and quickly abandoned her but i think of her fondly and often.
for those familiar with TMFU: in the most obvious of turns, charles is gaby, daniel is napoleon, and max is ilya. we love a good poly love triangle where every single one of them is stupid beyond belief. and also a spy AU obviously. my summary is: Daniel “weaponized charisma” Ricciardo meets Max “piss me off I dare you” Verstappen and Charles Leclerc, triple agent and all-around Complication.
i could happily talk for days about this AU but i'll just pick a quote and be done with it (for now):
Max is still disoriented from the crash, he knows he’s hit his head pretty badly. At least a concussion, if he’s not bleeding somewhere critical, but he hears Charles shriek, “Ricciardo!”
Max struggles to lift the heavy body of the motorcycle off him.
Charles screams and he can hear sounds of a fight.
Charles screams again and a body thumps to the ground.
Finally Max manages to stand and the scene on the hill before him makes his blood run cold. Charles is on the ground, battered and unmoving, and Victoria’s husband is standing over Daniel cocking a pistol. Max snaps into action.
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Chapter 14 AND Chapter 15 of "To Find Someone To Talk To, Who Likes The Way I Am" are posted!!!
Chapter 15 is all explicit smut lol you can skip it if you want! The important stuff happens in Chapter 14 💕
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