Why are we not talking about the fact that when Illya pushes into the apartment of the probably terrified little German lady during the inital chase, he does so saying “Excuse me, dear” like this giant, inhuman Russian is forcing his way into your home and he’s?? So polite????? And probably didn’t even knock over a single potted plant or muss up the rug????? Stop
“Would you mind writing a UNCLE imagine? Where the reader and solo are undercover as a rich engaged couple and Illya’s cover is their butler or something and he gets jealous of solo and the reader because he and the reader have a thing for each other and the reader knows it’s making Illya jealous so she’s laying it on thick with solo, so Illya sneaks into her room late one night and they kinda fight at first but then end up all fluffy and at the end Illya is like “your mine"and then solo walks in”
Warnings: Fluff, kinda sexual scene I guess
Note: woooo! first man from uncle imagine (hopefully the first of many more *hint hint*) hope you all like it :D
“That dress looks…”
“Spit it out Solo.” You huff in annoyance.
“Hideous.” He finishes and you roll your eyes as you look at it in the mirror.
“Well what do you have in mind?” You ask sarcastically.
I love your requests! I’ll get to them as soon as I can x
- so much snuggles
- staying up late and telling secrets
- being so emotionally close that you both understand what the other is feeling
- having someone protecting you 24/7
- honestly so protective
‘what are you doing now?’í’m going shopping’ ‘I come too.’ ‘what are you doing
now?’ ‘I’m going to the store, we’re out of bread’ ‘I come too.’ ‘what are you
doing now?’ ‘illya, im having a shower’ ‘oh I come too.’
- having to buy a house that has large door frames
- and high ceilings
- “illya, can u get the thing from the top shelf” “illya can you change the
light bulb””illya can you-“”grow taller!”
- not knowing what illya means when he says little things to himself in russian.
Then one day you start muttering them to yourself
- learning how to say “I love you” in Russian when it’s his birthday
- illya always coming along to shopping trips because, let’s face it, he knows
more about clothes then you do
- being educated on everything that the Russians have ever done for the world
- illya losing his father’s watch and nearly has one of his attacks but you
calm him down
- climbing on top of him when he takes up the whole lounge
- him being top …
- being one of the only people who can truly snap illya out of one of his
attacks before he acts impulsively
- wearing his overly large shirts
Napoleon: ok Gaby so here’s the deal: your cover is that you’re gonna be Illya’s fiance. his fake fiance. his partner in a relationship that is not real. it’s a fake relationship. you’re going to be in a fake relationship ok? Me: Me: Me: Me: omg it’s a fake dating fic Me: Me: …
Characters: Illya Kuryakin, Napoleon Solo, Gaby Teller
Request: Anon: “Can I request an Illya Kuryakin imagine where Illya and the reader have secret feelings for each other and during a mission where they pose as an engaged couple Illa gets angry and beginning to have one of his episodes so the reader is trying to calm him down but it isn’t really working so they kiss him?”
Pairing: Napoleon Solo (Man from U.N.C.L.E) x Reader
Gender: Neutral Triggers: None Words: 2,134
Note: Yes!! I love Napoleon, and I’m glad someone finally requested him! This went a TOTALLY different direction than I originally thought it would but I think it came out pretty decent :)
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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I really like how this came out, too bad its such a small fandom and only a few people will probably read it 😔
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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“You’re being ridiculous Illya!” you yelled at him in frustration “I love you and you get jealous over some rich German philanthropist bought me a drink? I didn’t even accept it! We were there together, to spend out first Valentines together!”
He just sat in the chair huffing in anger, you knew his temper was a fickle thing, but sometimes he would get mad for the stupidest things.
“I didn’t trust ‘im” he mumbled
You sighed, your voice coming out more disappointed than angry “No, Illya, you didn’t trust me” Illya looked up at you, noticing the change in tone “If you trusted me, you would have let me deal with it, but you got angry, jealous, because you didn’t trust me enough”
“Datz not the reazon”
“Then tell me what the real reason is” you said desperately “All I want is you to just talk to me Illya, I tell you everything, I share every feeling I have with you and you give me nothing”
Illya just tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair, remaining silent, not knowing what to say.
You sighed again “Fine, don’t tell me” you turned and left the room, Illya looking at the door, desperate for the courage to chase after you, but he didn’t, because he knew nothing he could say right now would change your mind.
After leaving the hotel, you drove the four hours back to your house in frustration. You didn’t want to hear anymore of Illyas silent excuses, if he didn’t love you enough to tell you his feelings or trust you to love only him, you would see how he felt after you left.
Illya paced the hotel room, you should have been back by now, but you weren’t, and now he was getting worried. Finally deciding to call the front desk to ask if you had booked another room, he sat defeated in the chair when the man told him that you had checked out and said something about going home.
When you were staring him down in anger, Illya had no idea what to do, how to explain his feelings to you, he was never good at that. But now that you were far away, he knew everything he needed to say. Grabbing his keys and checking out, he starting driving to your house.
You sat on the sofa, sniffling and swirling your wine around in it’s glass, your frustration had disappeared and you were left with nothing but disappointment and sadness.
Hearing a knock at the door you wandered over slowly, peaking through the eye hole. When you saw Illya standing awkwardly on the other side, your heart jumped in your chest. You weren’t expecting him to follow you four hours, you didn’t even think he’d known where you went.
You swung open the door, causing Illya to jump slightly “What do you want?”
Illya hesitated for a moment “H-Hello”
You blinked “Hello? You drove four hours just to say hello?”
Illya shook his head, frustrated at himself “No, no datz not vhy I’m here”
“Then what Illya?”
Illya walked past you and into your apartment, turning and staring you down “I’m sorry y/n, I know I shoodn’t ‘ave overreacted, but, it vasn’t because I don’t trust you, it’s that I..I don’t deserve you, and I am afraid that you will meet someone bedder than me, so I get protective and jealous”
You closed your door with a sigh before turning back to him “Do you know why I’m with you Illya, why I chose you?” He shook his head, which made your heart fall. You took a few steps closer to him before reaching up and grabbing both sides of his face, making him look directly at you “I chose you Illya because not only are you charming in your mysterious Russian spy way, but you make me feel worth something, and you make me feel safe, and you make me happy. I am home with you Illya, and no one else.”
Illya stared into your eyes as you spoke, every word hitting him harder than he was expecting. He opened his mouth and then closed it before finally knowing what he needed to say. Something he had yet too, that he had felt for so long, something that you had been waiting to hear him say.
“I love you”
A smile slowly appeared on your face before you tiptoed and pressed a quick kiss to Illya’s lips “And I love you Illya”
Pulling you closer to him Illya engulfed you into a hug, holding you securely against him with no intention of letting you go any time soon, kissing the top of your head, finally relieved that he truly told you how he felt.
The scene with the trackers (“These. Are. Russian. Made.” “These. Are. American. Made.”) is hilarious but my favorite part about it is that Napoleon tells Illya “That bowtie doesnt go with that suit.” and in Illya’s next scene you can see he’s wearing a necktie instead.