#and keep starting over which is a death loop. it's something ik you should never do with comics n so on so why I'm even considering

[david-watts]

I will not fall into the trap of rewriting everything because my writing skills have improved since starting the work

[myriadimagines]

You Can’t Choose The Both Of Us

The Man From U.N.C.L.E. One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Illya Kuryakin + Gaby Teller & Napoleon Solo

Warnings: Mentions of terrorism, bombings and death

Request: “And for my Man from UNCLE one could you do one where gaby and iilya like FINALLY kiss and a gif with that with him like looking at her? Ik it’s different but just wondering.” - weasleyswizarding-wheezes

Word Count: 2,030

A/N: The related gif imagine is here [x] !

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You looped your arm through Napoleon’s as the both of you confidently strolled through the hotel lobby. You lifted your chin and tried to appear as haughty as possible, but for Napoleon is seemed to come naturally. You smirked at the thought, and the pair of you made it to the front desk.

“Hotel room reserved for Mr. and Mrs. Smithson.” Napoleon handed his fake credit card to the young girl at the desk, who hurriedly took the card and typed something into the computer. You looked around you, and saw Illya and Gaby making their way to the elevator. Illya looked up and gave you a small smile, which you returned, before he disappeared behind the closing doors of the elevator.

The four of you were undercover as two married couples. You were checking into the hotel now, and would be attending a formal event later in the evening to investigate a bomb threat. Illya and Gaby’s room were two floors above yours, but all four of you agreed to meet in Napoleon’s room to arrange the final details of your mission and prepare.

“Your room keys.” the young girl handed Napoleon two cards, which he took after winking at her. She blushed and looked away, and Napoleon guided you towards the elevator.

“Did Peril and Gaby already make it upstairs?” he asked casually, and you nodded. He fiddled with the collar of his suit as you stepped into the elevator, and as the doors closed you unhooked your arm from his and leaning against the shiny marble wall.

“What?” he laughed. “Don’t like standing next to me?”

“Believe it or not, Solo,” you straightened the skirt of your dress. “Not everyone is in love with you.”

“So who are you in love with?” Napoleon responded unexpectedly. You looked up in surprise. He raised an eyebrow, but your shrugged.

“Well I don’t have to be in love with anyone, do I?” you commented vaguely. “Besides, getting attached while having the job we have isn’t a very good combination.”

“Valid point.” Napoleon said as the doors slid open. The two of you strolled down the corridor in silence as he counted the room numbers. You didn’t hate Napoleon; he was a good guy and was entertaining to be around, but he did have a massive ego. No, you had feelings for someone else. Not that you would admit it though, and you knew Napoleon would tease you relentlessly for having a crush on the Red Peril.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself when you thought about him. Napoleon stopped in front of your door and swiped the card, and Gaby and Illya were already inside. Illya was leaning by the curtains, peering out the window while Gaby lay on the couch inspecting her freshly painted fingernails.

“y/n!” Gaby leapt up and hugged you. “I haven’t seen you in like, an hour! But an hour with Illya feels like a lifetime.” Laughing, you hugged her back. You were definitely the closest to Gaby in the team, and the two of you were best friends. The both of you fell back into the couch, giggling at Illya turned around and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Well, Peril, did you miss me?” Napoleon joked as he set down his briefcase on the desk and took out his laptop.

“I always do, Cowboy.” Illya sarcastically shot back, but he walked over to look at the display Napoleon had just pulled up on the computer screen. “These are the men we’re looking for?”

You pulled Gaby off the couch and with your arms looped, you joined the two men. You look at the computer to see two serious looking men staring back at you. European, you assumed. Probably French.

“Rumoured terrorists.” Napoleon briefly stated. “That’s the mission: keep an eye out for them and the arrest them.”

“Should be easy.” Gaby shrugged, and you grinned. Although not the easiest mission the four of you had, it definitely wasn’t going to be the hardest. Unless tonight had a sudden change in events.

“Alright, so Peril and Gaby will go to the formal first.” Napoleon spun around in his chair to face you guys. “y/n and I will arrive about 20 minutes later. You guys will start scanning the ball first, and we’ll bring up the rear. You all have radio devices attached to your collars, so if anything comes up we’ll contact each other. Don’t separate as a couple, you’re better off together if anything happens.”

“Well then!” Gaby clapped her hands together. “That’s settled. Let’s go try on our dresses, y/n.” Tugging your arm, the two of your darted into the bedroom, picking up your bags as you passed. You close door behind you, and turned around to see that Gaby had already unpacked her dress.

“Pretty.” she held up the dress and to show you, and you nodded in agreement. It was a short orange and white dress, which you knew would look good on her. You reached into your bag and pulled out yours, a pretty white halter dress with lace details on the back. Gaby nodded in approval, as she took off the dress she was already wearing to change. You followed suit, and soon both of you had thrown your original clothes on the bed and were dancing around in your formal dresses.

“You look good, y/n.” Gaby grinned and the two of you twirled each other around.

“As do you, Ms. Teller.” you smiled at her, and the both of you laughed.

“Actually, I’m Mrs. Spencer.” Gaby joked, and you laughed but felt a little hollow. Gaby and Illya had gone undercover as Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, and the two were always paired together because they had ‘great chemistry’, according to Waverly. You never spoke out against it, but it did make you feel a little jealous inside.

“Are you going to come out anytime soon?” Napoleon’s voice called out, and Gaby held your hand and used her free hand to dramatically open the door. She spun you around before spinning herself around.

“Very nice.” Napoleon laughed as he clapped, and Gaby curtsied in response. You smiled bashfully as you noticed Illya staring at you.

“The dress looks nice on you, y/n.” he managed to get out, and you smiled.

“Well,” Gaby announced as she made her way to the centre of the room and stood on the table. “I don’t think you husbands can compete with us beautiful wives. Maybe y/n and I should just go to the formal together.”

“Good idea, Gabs.” you giggled as you ran your hands through your hair. You quickly looked at your reflection in the mirror by the door, and frowned. “I’m going to fix my hair, be out in a minute.” You made your way back into the bathroom and closed the door.

“You know,” Napoleon said as you exited. “You two are always posing as a couple, but you’ve never kissed before.”

“Why would we need to?” Gaby replied a little defensively.

“I don’t know, maybe it makes your cover a little more authentic.” Napoleon suggested, and Gaby rolled her eyes. Illya leaned one of the armchairs, feeling a little uncomfortable. He liked Gaby, sure, but that wasn’t who he truly wanted to be with.

“Maybe you should practice. For tonight.” Napoleon gestured between Gaby and Illya, and Gaby laughed as you came out of the bathroom with your hair combed and braided.

“Perhaps we should. I mean, how can he resist me?” Gaby grinned, flicking her skirt. Illya stood frozen, looking at you uncertainly, but you didn’t realise.

“What are you guys on about?” you looked at them curiously, but Gaby and Napoleon didn’t seem to acknowledge you. Shrugging, you went to Napoleon’s laptop to reread the files he had shown you guys.

“Go on then.” Napoleon prodded, and Illya slowly made his way up to Gaby. Gaby looked at him uncertainly. With her standing on the table, she was around the same height as Illya, just slightly taller. The two of the paused before she finally leaned down and the two of them kissed.

“It’s about time, Peril.” Napoleon smirked and he went over to you and leaned on the desk.

“About time for wha-” you asked, turning around to follow Napoleon’s eyes. “Oh.”

You wanted to take your eyes of the sight of Illya and Gaby kissing, but you couldn’t, mainly due to the fact that Illya was looking at you too. The two of them pulled away, and Illya was still looking at you, but Gaby didn’t seem to notice. She stepped off the table and made her way over to you, but you were already headed for the door.

“Where are you going, y/n?” Gaby asked, alarmed. You quickly shrugged her off. You couldn’t be mad at her, even though you were best friends she had no idea about your feelings towards Illya.

“I think I left something in the lobby.” you excused yourself, grabbing the room card that was left on the nearby table. Before anyone could protest, you had already left and began sprinting for the elevator. It slid open, and you rushed inside, jabbing the buttons to close the door. Before they could close, someone rushed in.

Illya.

“Great, did you forget something too?” you snapped, a little harsher than you meant. Illya looked at you, a little hurt, but still stepped inside and stood next to you. The door closed, and the two of you stood in silence as the elevator descended.

“I’m sorry.” he spoke, but you ignored him, staring straight forward. He reached a hand out to you, but you jerked away. The doors opened and you ran out, even though it wasn’t even the floor you wanted to go to. Illya ran after you as you sped down the corridor, before ending up at the pool.

Taking a deep breath, you took of your sandals and sat down on the edge, dipping your legs in. The pool was empty, surprisingly, and you closed your eyes and soaked in the sunshine. You heard Illya come up next to you, and he rolled up his pant legs and sat down next to you.

“What do you want, Illya?” you whispered, your eyes still closed.

“To apologize.”

“For what?” you looked at him, trying to seem innocuous. But the look in his eyes told you he knew otherwise.

“I know you have feelings for me, y/n.” he said slowly. “I have feelings for you too.”

“What?” you gasped. You gaped at him, and he averted his gaze into the pool. “But… Gaby?” The images of the two of them kissing came back to your mind.

“Oh yes, Gaby.” he responded ambiguously, and you gritted your teeth.

“You can’t choose the both of us, Illya.” you managed to get out, and he shook his head.

“I know, and I’m not choosing between the two of you.” he reached for your hand, and this time you decided not to pull away. “I never considered Gaby. You're the only one I think about.”

“But then…” you were confused. “What about just now?”

Rolling his eyes, he looked above him as if expecting someone to be watching.

“It was Cowboy’s idea. And Gaby’s. I thought it was stupid, but I guess Solo’s plans always manage to deliver in the end.” when he saw your still confused expression, he continued. “They both know you have feelings for me, but knew you wouldn’t admit it. So they thought if they made you jealous it would work. And I supposed it did.”

“I’m gonna kill the both of them.” you muttered to yourself, and Illya laughed.

“If you kill both of them, maybe we’ll be able to go undercover as the couple, for once.” he joked, and you laughed.

“Thank you! I thought I was the only one who noticed how I only get paired with Napoleon and you always get paired with Gaby!”

“We’ll be together next time.” Illya said as he put his hand on your cheek and pulled your closer to him. “I’ll make sure of it.”