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Enough of a Natural Disaster for Me by chamel for Elisexyz
Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
21 Jan 2021
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Now Illya has been gone for hours after he stormed out of the safehouse and, more worryingly, the tracker that Napoleon had snuck onto him had gone dead. They aren’t just in the middle of a mission, they’re in the middle of a exceedingly tricky mission involving a highly volatile and dangerous target, leaving them all more on edge than usual. Add to that the unlucky timing of a cyclone bearing down on them, set to make landfall in Macau all too soon. So yes, Napoleon had gone after him without a second thought, tearing out of the safehouse like a bat out of hell, heedless of the rain already beginning to lash mercilessly down.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, ok?
(When Illya disappears after an argument, Napoleon braves a storm to go after him and ends up finding more than he bargained for.)
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- Part 1 of Tumblr Fics
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Napoleon stands next to him, looking far more put together than Illya—what else is new?—and, incongruously, holding some kind of large basket. "What is that?"
"Oh," Napoleon says, glancing down as if he'd forgotten he was holding it. "A picnic."
Illya blinks at him. "A picnic? Why?"
"Why not?" Napoleon counters, looking at him like he's the crazy one.
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- Part 2 of Tumblr Fics
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There’s a lot about this moment that Napoleon doesn’t see coming.
The bullets, for one, nor indeed the man shooting them, not until it’s too late anyway. But the thing that really catches him by surprise is the way Illya steps in front of him, turning his back on the shooter and enveloping him in a kind of desperate, protective hug.
The thing is, Illya doesn’t even like him.
(Trope prompt: "You took a bullet for me")
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- Part 3 of Tumblr Fics
- Part 1 of The Early Days: Napollya Short Stories
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He reads about the impending nuptials in the newspaper.
There’s a kind of inevitable irony in it. Loki used to always make fun of him for reading the newspaper; old-fashioned, he’d called it, just like you.
(Trope prompt: "You’re my ex but I think I still have feelings for you")
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- Part 4 of Tumblr Fics
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Half Asleep (All Your Dreams Come Alive) by chamel for Elisexyz
Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
23 Mar 2022
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Napoleon comes to with gasp, his eyes skittering wildly around the room before they land on Illya. His pupils are blown impossibly wide in the dim light and by lingering panic, the blue of his irises reduced to a thin ring, and Illya feels caught in them as though they were twin black holes.
“You were dreaming,” Illya breathes, when he finds his voice again. Then he finally tears his eyes away and glances down at Napoleon’s body. “… Are those my pajamas?”
(Trope prompts: clothes sharing bed sharing being comforted after a nightmare)
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- Part 5 of Tumblr Fics
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“We’ve been in here far too long. If we leave now they’re going to be suspicious,” Napoleon says in a low voice, suddenly standing distressingly close to him.
“They are going to be suspicious no matter what,” Illya manages.
Napoleon tips his head slightly as he looks up at him. “Not if we’re… occupied.”
(Trope prompt: "Do you trust me?")
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- Part 6 of Tumblr Fics
- Part 2 of The Early Days: Napollya Short Stories
- Part 1 of Eyes on the Horizon
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“I’m Loki. I’ll be your new personal detail.”
Mobius figured as much, but it would have been nice to get some advance warning. Also: “Are you eating my toast?”
Loki looks down at the toast in his hand. “Guess so,” he answers nonchalantly before looking up at Mobius again. “I made coffee.”
(Preeminent author and criminal psychologist Dr. Mobius M. Mobius is a key witness in the trial of the century, which has put a substantial price on his head. When he ends up assigned a devastatingly attractive and fascinating personal bodyguard, he finds himself desperately trying to juggle his work, his growing and inconvenient feelings, and oh yeah, all those attempts on his life.)
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- Part 7 of Tumblr Fics
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He’s just restless, is all. Too much time in one spot. Too much waiting. He’s still jumped up on adrenaline and unused to sitting around. They should be back out there, chasing down leads, not sitting in a hospital waiting room.
(Trope prompt: "I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand')
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- Part 8 of Tumblr Fics
- Part 3 of The Early Days: Napollya Short Stories
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Solo just grabs his cup of coffee and settles back against Kuryakin’s arm again, and this time Kuryakin’s hand slides onto his shoulder. It’s not that unusual a sight, really; she’s noticed that Kuryakin is fairly handsy around him. Nothing too overt, but here and there a hand pressed to Solo’s lower back, or resting on his knee. The kind of casual affection that makes her want to warn them to be more careful, which is stupid. Obviously they know better than anyone the danger of what they have. How could they not?
(Everyone at UNCLE is used to the way that Napoleon and Illya act around each other. Their new FBI contact? Not so much.)
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- Part 9 of Tumblr Fics
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Mobius is up to something.
He probably thinks he’s being sneaky, but they’ve been working together for three years now and been in a relationship for two and a half. They spend an absurd amount of time together between work and home, which would probably be fatal for many peoples’ relationships, but not theirs. They thrive on it. Loki knows his moods and and his feelings and his thoughts better than he knows his own, and that includes when Mobius is up to something.
(When Mobius's secret plans for their trip to Canada get interrupted by the mission, Loki doesn't think twice about risking his life to save his partner's. He just didn't his partner to be this upset about it.)
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- Part 4 of What Makes A Good Man
- Part 10 of Tumblr Fics
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Then there’s the apron. On one hand, it makes sense: Napoleon can be pretty precious about his clothes, so obviously he’d want to protect them. Even so, there’s something about Napoleon wearing one that makes Illya’s mind skip like a broken record. The top is too narrow on his broad chest, and the way it’s cinched in the back just emphasizes his tapered waist, like some parody of daintiness that doesn’t fit Napoleon Solo at all. And yet, somehow he looks like he belongs in it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
(Napoleon wears a lot of random aprons. Illya never expected to be affected by such things. Or, five times Illya sees Napoleon in an apron and has thoughts about it, and one time he acts on those thoughts.)
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- Part 11 of Tumblr Fics
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No one really understands how much Mobius loses the moment that Loki steps through that time door at the Roxxcart. Not B-15, whose look of annoyance and ‘I told you so’ is nevertheless laced with sympathy, nor Ravonna, who just looks disappointed in him when she finds out exactly what happened. Their ignorance is by design, of course. If anyone knew what was actually going on, why Mobius is so utterly broken by that moment, he’d have a lot bigger problems than just a couple of missing Lokis.
Which is really saying something.
(A canon-divergent spin on episodes 2 & 4 of season 1. After weeks of hiding their new relationship, Loki's betrayal at the Roxxcart exacts an even heavier toll on Mobius, but the truth, when it comes, is the last thing he expected.)
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- Part 12 of Tumblr Fics
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“You are stupid man,” Illya murmurs. His fingers tighten, digging into the soft flesh, though Napoleon can’t tell if it’s meant to be a threat or if the movement is involuntary. A conditioned response, maybe. “Not a single instinct for self-preservation.”
Napoleon swallows against the pressure on his throat and meets Illya’s gaze unwaveringly. “Not when it comes to you,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse. “Tell me you don’t want me, that you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away.”
(What really makes a person “dangerous”? Or, 4 times Illya and Napoleon were warned that the other person was dangerous, and 1 when they decided it was worth the risk.)
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- Part 13 of Tumblr Fics
- Part 5 of The Early Days: Napollya Short Stories
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That definitely seals it. Something is wrong. Maybe the Norns gifted him with an exceptionally detailed premonition of his future, but if they did, then what happens during the operation today… well, he doesn’t really want to think about it.
(Pursuing a variant who always seems to be steps ahead of them, Loki and the TVA walk into a disastrous situation that exacts a heavy toll. Until, somehow, Loki gets to try again. And again, and again, and again.)
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- Part 14 of Tumblr Fics
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It’s probably-too-soft kisses stolen as they attempt to set each other to rights again, and whispered promises not to let it go so long until the next time, and knowing that they have no way to keep them. It’s a long, lingering look as Peril disappears into the crowd again, trying to commit every line of his beautiful face to memory, as if every part of him isn’t already indelibly written on Napoleon’s skin.
It’s the fact that Napoleon is hopelessly in love with him, and he doesn’t even know his name.
(Illya is the KGB's best; Napoleon, a prolific art thief—not that either of them know that about each other. The unlikely relationship they have is built on secrets, but can it survive when Napoleon gets tangled up in a KGB operation?)
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- Part 15 of Tumblr Fics
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“Well, that’s putting it a little dramatically,” Mobius tries. “It’s more like a… temporary setback. Anyway, there are worse places to get stuck for a few hours.” He looks around at the surroundings in which they find themselves: a small city, somewhere in southern Germany by the locals’ vernacular, approximately the mid-1990s, and apparently midwinter. Well, not just midwinter. Mobius smiles. “Kinda festive, really.”
(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: “Are you telling me we’re stranded?”)
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- Part 16 of Tumblr Fics
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He doesn’t say that Christmas trees are for homes, not hotel rooms or temporary apartments. That a life constantly on the move wasn’t really conducive to celebration. That, despite the fact that he constantly surrounded himself with the who’s who of high society, he never had anyone to celebrate with.
(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: “Are you even tall enough to put the star on top of the tree?”)
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- Part 17 of Tumblr Fics
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They’ve traversed almost the whole of SantaLand at this point, and the elf just visible at the front of the line, directing children to Santa, is a sight to behold. Good lord, he’s beautiful. His blond hair peeks out from under his jaunty elf-cap and falls softly over his forehead, framing his exquisite features, but perhaps the most intriguing thing about him is the fact that, unlike every other elf they’ve seen, he’s not smiling. He’s not even trying. His mouth is fixed into a hard line, and he greets every guest who gets to the front of the line like they’ve personally wronged him.
Napoleon’s not sure what it says about him that he’s halfway in love with the guy before he can ever seen the color of his eyes.
(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: “Crush on the hot elf at the mall Santa display”)
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- Part 18 of Tumblr Fics
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In the weeks leading up to the holiday party, he overhears a lot about Loki’s distaste for the ugly sweater theme. Loki even goes so far as to try to propose to the company higher-ups that they should do a black tie theme instead, which is pretty amusing. Many people have tried to suggest other themes over the years, but the ugly sweaters are too entrenched. All have failed, and Loki is no different on that account.
(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: “That’s the ugliest sweater I've ever seen.”)
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- Part 19 of Tumblr Fics
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His practice tamales come out pretty damned good, if he says so himself, and the ones for the holiday party are going to be even better. Alex is confident now that there’s no way his won’t be the best dish a the whole potluck; he’s definitely going to win (and no, he doesn’t care that you can’t ‘win’ a potluck, June).
(1 million words challenge holiday edition, prompt: “My holiday dish is better than your holiday dish.”)
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- Part 20 of Tumblr Fics