#the man from u.n.c.l.e. imagine

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous Gif Source: Illya

Imagine Illya giving his much shorter S/O forehead kisses

------- Imagine -------

You couldn’t help your smile as you felt his large frame press softly against your back. “Are you ready for bed moya kroshka. He said, his deep accented voice relaxing you further as you leaned against him. “As long as it’s with you, always.” You replied looking up at him, your head barely even reaching his chest. He curled his back then, enveloping you in warmth as his slightly chapped yet soft lips pressed against your forehead several times. You sighed, closing your eyes and feeling the warmth of his breath and the strength of his body surround yours. His large arms wrapped around you, completely surrounding you as he guided both of you to lay in the bed you shared. Feeling his lips press against your hair, your body relaxed slowly into the protective and safe sleep you always found in his arms.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price guest stars on The Man From UNCLE as Victor Marton - The Foxes and Hounds Affair (1965)

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a list of some spring movies/series 🌷

spring is here!! and so is your friendly neighbourhood little organisation freak of a goblin to give you a list of some spring movies and series. as always, just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡

summer | autumn | winter

🐝 ‧₊˚ ⋅ movies ⋅˚₊‧

mary poppins (1964)

the sound of music (1965)

aristocats (1970)

alla vi barn i bullerbyn (1986)

my neighbour totoro (1988)

kiki's delivery service (1989)

a league of their own (1992)

the secret garden (1993)

pride and prejudice (1995/2005)

whisper of the heart (1995)

clueless (1995)

my best friend’s wedding (1997)

parent trap (1998)

10 things i hate about you (1999)

notting hill (1999)

she's all that (1999)

but i’m a cheerleader (1999)

bring it on (2000)

miss congeniality (2000)

spiritied away (2001)

the wedding planner (2001)

legally blonde (2001)

princess diaries (2001 + 2004)

spy kids (2001-2003)

maid in manhatten (2002)

bend it like beckham (2002)

tuck everlasting (2002)

school of rock (2003)

how to lose a guy in 10 days (2003)

something’s gotta give (2003)

13 going on 30 (2004)

finding neverland (2004)

howl’s moving castle (2004)

saving face (2004)

the notebook (2004)

imagine me and you (2005)

nanny mcphee (2005)

penelope (2006)

miss potter (2006)

step up (2006)

she’s the man (2006)

bridge to terabithia (2007)

enchanted (2007)

atonement (2007)

stardust (2007)

ps i love you (2007)

wild child (2008)

made of honour (2008)

ondine (2009)

bride wars (2009)

valentine’s day (2010)

tangled (2010)

leap year (2010)

easy a (2010)

from up on poppy hill (2011)

jane eyre (2011)

crazy, stupid, love (2011)

what to expect when you’re expecting (2012)

remember sunday (2013)

saving mr banks (2013)

about time (2013)

now you see me (2013 + 2016)

love, rosie (2014)

testament of youth (2014)

kingsman (2014-)

paddington (2014 + 2017)

far from the madding crowd (2015)

burnt (2015)

brooklyn (2015)

cinderella (2015)

the man from u.n.c.l.e. (2015)

lady chatterley's lover (2015/2022)

creed franchise (2015-2023)

me before you (2016)

mother’s day (2016)

this beautiful fantastic (2016)

the light between oceans (2016)

paterson (2016)

how to be single (2016)

hidden figures (2016)

gifted (2017)

dunkirk (2017)

ocean’s eight (2018)

life itself (2018)

peter rabbit (2018)

christopher robin (2018)

tomb raider (2018)

set it up (2018)

crazy rich asians (2018)

spider-verse movies (2018-)

1917 (2019)

the art of racing in the rain (2019)

can you keep a secret? (2019)

booksmart (2019)

someone great (2019)

endings, beginnings (2019)

emma (2020)

enola holms (2020-)

the last letter from your lover (2021)

the world to come (2021)

🌼 ‧₊˚ ⋅ series ⋅˚₊‧

little house on the prairie (1974-1983)

moomin valley (1990-1992)

greys anatomy (2005-)

gossip girl (2007-2012)

skins (2007-2013)

the great british bake off (2010-)

new girl (2011-2018)

brooklyn nine-nine (2013-2021)

the fosters (2013-2018)

the 100 (2014-2020)

jane the virgin (2014-2019)

outlander (2014-)

grace and frankie (2015-2022)

poldark (2015-2019)

critical role (2015-)

howards end (2017)

girlboss (2017)

she's gotta have it (2017-2019)

the bold type (2017-2021)

mr. sunshine (2018)

queer eye (2018-)

crash landing into you (2019)

the witcher (2019-)

dickinson (2019-2021)

sex education (2019-2023)

bridgerton (2020-)

ted lasso (2020-2023)

nevertheless (2021)

abbott elementary (2021-)

flatshare (2022)

[vintagetvstars]

Rod Serling Vs. Robert Vaughn

Propaganda

Rod Serling - (The Twilight Zone) - Imagine, if you will, a man taking on issues of totalitarianism and censorship in Cold War America...

Robert Vaughn - (The Man from U.N.C.L.E, The Protectors, Hustle (season 1)) - Although Robert Vaughn always is handsome, he's one of those men whose attractiveness really lives off his facial expressions and also imperfections. You have to see him in action doing subtly silly faces and with his kinda puppy dog eyes and naturally pouty lips. Personally I never know whether I want to hug and comfort him or have him shamelessly flirt with me. And that's hot!

- No Negative Propaganda Please -

Master Poll List | How to submit propaganda | What is vintage? (FAQ)

Additional propaganda below the cut

Rod Serling:

"The writer’s role is to menace the public’s conscience. He must have a position, a point of view. He must see the arts as a vehicle of social criticism and he must focus on the issues of his time." -Rod Serling

Robert Vaughn:

He's hot! He's smart! He got time off being one of the most famous people on tv to go to USC to take night classes and earned a PhD. He was one of, if not the first actors to speak out against the Vietnam War. When the Beatles came to the US the first time they asked to meet him!

[sithbvcky]

CHARADE

Inspired by the film "The Man From U.N.C.L.E", after learning of your estranged father's nefarious ties to an underground organization, you find yourself caught in the middle of two enemy spies and a whole lot of trouble. Bucky x Female!Reader. Warnings: Language, typical spy violence Word count: 642

PROLOGUE

ROME

You arrived in Rome arm in arm with the strange man you’d met a few days prior. He was stern and quiet. A man of few words. You checked into the beautiful hotel, Sam following behind you a few hours later. You and the man, who’d you learned you were to call James, had been sitting in the lobby when he arrived. A few moments after, James took your arm again and lead you out of the hotel for a stroll through Rome. As a young couple visiting Italy would do. You admired the engagement ring James had given you on the way over. It was a sparkling little diamond, you had to admit you liked the way it looked on you. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, as you walked down the Spanish Steps. James replied with more emotion than you’d heard from him, 

“The same place every architect goes when they visit Rome.” He started. “To see the sights.” He waved his hand before him.

“So Mr. Architect, I’m sure you’ve done your homework. Why don’t you tell me a bit about the steps?”  You pulled your arm from his as you reached the bottom of the steps. Stopping to face him as you waited for his response. James looked around awkwardly for a moment before beginning,

“Good question.” He paused, moving to keep walking as you followed at his side. “The steps were constructed in 1723, credited to Italian architects.” He stopped, as you stepped forward onto the border of the fountain. 

“Really, built by a Russian.” He stated proudly. You shot him a look and he continued. “Sergei Ivanov. Sergei also had his mother, Yagada, who introduced him to classical architecture. Whom, he revered as his muse. Unfortunately for Sergei, his mother died in the middle of construction. So! In memory of his beloved Yagada, he made one step to commemorate every year of his mothers life.” His finished, a proud smile on his face. 

“So she died as 135?” You asked. James blinked, 

“No. She died at 100, he was 35. So, 135 steps.” He crossed his hands behind his back as you glared at him.

“Impressive.” You paused a moment. “So she gave birth at the age of 65?” The smile slowly began to fall from James’ face. 

“No.” He muttered, defeated. 

Not a moment later, Sam rolled up on a yellow moped and stopped, pretending to look at the fountain. 

“Evening Comrade.” Sam said. James frowned, 

“You’re not supposed to be making contact in public” 

“You’re being followed.” Sam stated, ignoring James completely. You looked over in interest. 

“I know, two men from the hotel lobby. One in a brown suit the other in a leather jacket. Which is why you should leave.” James retorted with annoyance. 

“They diverted when you turned down the steps. So, I imagine they’ll be waiting ahead for you.” Sam continued, once again ignoring James’ concern. 

“I will handle them.” He said. 

“Handle… just to avoid any confusion, you do mean give them your wallet and act scared.”

“Scared?!” James protested, glaring at Sam. 

“What’s going on?” You asked, sliding up to the other side of James. 

“You’re being tested. Someone is trying to make sure that your fiancé is really an architect, and not someone who’s trained how to fight. Ex-KGB agent for example.” Sam explained, staring off at some distant object.

“I said you are not needed here.” James growled, staring daggers at Sam.

“I think you should do as he says.” You chimed in, tapping your foot uneasily. James met your eyes for a moment then rolled them before looking back to Sam who began to speak again. 

“And remember, take it like a bitch.” He smirked. 

“This is not the way.” James grumbled, grabbing your arm and pulling you in the opposite direction of Sam. 

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[justabigoldnerd]

Thank you so much @cha-melodius for the tag!!!

I feel like I'll be able to get back to "I Am Your Lover (I Am Your Jailor)" soon!!!

But for now, here's a bit from "The X-Men From U.N.C.L.E." (again, may or may not remain or become the ship of theseus of scenes lmao)

Solo had never seen a battlefield, but the scene smelled like what he imagined a war zone would. He could almost feel the grit of char in his teeth and clogging his throat. “Mein Gott,” Gaby breathed, bringing up her hand to chew the skin of her nails. The destruction wasn't an unfamiliar sight to her, Solo knew that. Her pain and disbelief lay old and buried. Even so, he pried the other hand from where it gripped the fabric of her coveralls and held it in his. Her voice shook slightly when she whispered, “I'm gonna–”

“Yeah,” Solo nodded in agreement, and Gaby let go of his hand to hurriedly turn off her radio. Then, almost meekly, she took it again and stared down at her lap. The car in front of them slammed on its brakes and the doors were open before it came to a full stop. Solo set his jaw and glanced at the Russian agent to his left. He was watching the chaos with a detached look in his eyes, and made no move to exit the vehicle. ‘I'm going to get out of the car. Will you be alright on your own?’ Gaby startled at the voice in her head, then scoffed. ‘I have managed so far.’ Solo gave her hand a squeeze, then shifted towards Illya, “Could you open your door, please?” “We were ordered to stay,” Illya glared at him stubbornly. “Are you gonna make me crawl over you? Because one way or another I am exiting through that door.” “Fine,” he snarled, and for a brief moment, Solo worried the handle of the door would rip off from the force with which the man pulled it. Illya shouldered it open and ducked out, letting Solo climb out after him. “Thank you kindly,” Solo winked at him, buttoning back his blazer. He didn't dwell on the slight sweetness added to the citric bite of Illya's flustered state.

No pressure tagging @pippinoftheshire @huggiebird @too-young-to-fall-in-love @times-up-alone-tonight @heytheredeann

@yallwildinrn @nicijones @the-golden-comet @thattripleabattery and anyone else who wants to join!!

[pippinoftheshire]

WIP finally done :) And a sequel already in the works

send HELP!!

lol <3

For those of you who are curious, i imagine Napoleon's dragon form to look a little like a mix of these:

[general-bear]

D. Do all of the asks (and have a nice big drink of something you enjoy please thank you)

Alright, all of them! I have my little boba tea and I’m ready to go!

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

Beautiful Brain - Mabel Ye

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

Sunshine (Go Away Today) - Jonathan Edwards

Heat Lightning - Mitski

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Do they have to be alive? I guess I’d like to meet Brandi Carlile

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“No one saw him and Buck go off through the orchard on what Buck imagined was only a stroll.” I’ll give you three guesses for what book this is.

4) What do you think about most?

At this point in my life probably law school. This semester was a lot but I’m almost done!

5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Only one that I know of! A girl wrote one for everyone on our floor freshman year.

6) Do you have any strange phobias?

It’s not so strange, but I’m terrified of dead things moving. Like zombies. And I’m scared of the ocean.

7) What’s your religion?

I guess Catholic but I have a lot of Opinions on the Church

8) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Walking to and from school, or going to a friend’s place. Not very exciting but I’m happy to get outside.

9) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

I mostly like solo artists so I’m going to have to be basic and say that my favorite band is Green Day.

10) What was the last lie you told?

It was the lie I told myself last night when I said I was going to wake up at 8:00 AM. That did NOT happen.

11) Do you believe in karma?

Sure, why not. It’s comforting to think that good things happen to people who do good things, and sometimes it does happen that way.

12) What does your URL mean?

When I made this Tumblr account eleven years ago, I couldn’t think of a URL. So I looked around my room and saw a stuffed bear wearing a Royal Guard uniform, and was like alright yeah general bear that works. Sometimes I think I should change it but after eleven years I’ve grown pretty attached.

13) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

My greatest weakness is that I’m very emotional; my greatest strength is that I’m very emotional.

14) Who is your celebrity crush?

Oh definitely Henry Cavil, but specifically in Man From U.N.C.L.E.

15) How do you vent your anger?

I cry and scream into pillows and send very long texts to my mom.

16) Do you have a collection of anything?

Yeah! I have a modest collection of cool rocks, mini terracotta warrior statues, and owl-shaped mugs. I also collect gold dollars.

17) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

For the most part, yes! I like who I am. I think I have a lot of work to do before I’m completely content with who I am, but I’ve grown a lot in my twenty-three years. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but I’ve learned from them too.

18) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

I really love the sound of aspen trees in the wind. I often think of it to calm myself down. But I hate the sound of my roommate’s blender. It’s this loud, metallic grating sound and it hurts my ears.

19) What’s your biggest “what if”?

Right now it’s “what if we actually had a competent presiding judge in that last mock trial round?” because maybe if he was competent, maybe he would have voted for us on the ballot and we could have moved on to the finals.

20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

I believe in ghosts, but I think it’s likely they’re just some funky blips where time and space get a little thin. And aliens definitely exits but they’re too far away from us for it to matter.

21) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

I touch my Captain America mug with whatever is left of my boba tea; then I touch my ukelele.

22) Smell the air. What do you smell?

Earl Gray and bacon

23) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

Oh man. It’s gotta be Chugwater, Wyoming. It was windy, it was cold, they had about five rundown buildings, and our car almost didn’t start.

24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

Questions that made me look up, “handsome male singers.” But I guess I’d have to say Zachary Levi? He counts, rights?

25) To you, what is the meaning of life?

To experience it, I guess. Make friends, make enemies, listen to music, create art, watch birds, look at cool rocks, throw cool rocks!

26) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

I sold my car last year, but I can still drive if I need to. I have only “crashed” once, but it wasn’t bad. I let my foot slip of the brake as I was approaching a red light and I bumped into the car in front of me. Not a scratch on either car. There was a time that I almost crashed, though. I was driving on an icy highway and spun out. A snow bank stopped me from going into the barrier. I got really lucky that no one hit me.

27) What was the last movie you saw?

I watched Missing Link while packing last week. Solidly okay movie, definitely not Laika’s best.

28) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Does surgery count? If yes, then definitely the time I had my sternum restructured. But if not, then the time I crashed an e-scooter and cracked my head.

29) Do you have any obsessions right now?

I’m really into Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (shut up) and the Owl House. I have a lot of others but those are the biggest right now.

30) Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Of course.

31) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Yeah. I try to forgive and forget, but I usually only get as far as forgive. I don’t tend to forget.

32) What is your astrological sign?

Cancer!

33) What’s the last thing you purchased?

A chai from the Starbucks in Penn Station

34) Love or lust?

Unsurprising, the aspec answers love

35) In a relationship?

Yep! Long distance is tough but we’re making it work.

36) How many relationships have you had?

Like 2.5 lol

37) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Make funny jokes and goofy faces.

38) Where is your best friend?

My best friends seem to be scattered all over the country.

39) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

I desperately trying to submit my second draft for my International Law Review Comment. I ended up submitting it fifteen minutes late but it’s fine. Probably.

40) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

I think so. I try to be there for my friends, and I do my best to be supportive and understanding. I tend to get in my own head a bit which can probably be annoying but hopefully the good outweighs the bad!

41) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Guess I’m getting fired because I am not about to leave that poor dog to die.

42) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

I’m terrified, but I make the announcement to my friends and family. I would move home, selling most of the stuff that can’t come with me. I would spend the rest of my time surrounded by loved ones and doing my favorite mountain things.

43) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Good Morning, Good Day from She Loves Me

44) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust, clear boundaries, and communication. But also having the sense of humor so you can laugh at the same stupid jokes

45) How can I win your heart?

Eat my food, make me laugh, and listen to me ramble about the things I like. Basically, just… help me feel at ease around you.

46) Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Maybe, but I think creativity can also bring on more insanity. Have you ever had to redraw the same hand fifty times and it still doesn’t look quite right???

48) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

Either something cool, like memento mori, or something useful like my banana bread recipe. Whatever makes my family feel better.

49) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word “heart.”

“Big heart, bad decisions.” Aka our mock trial team’s theme for our medical legal trial competition involving a guy with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy who never went to a doctor and died at a party. Good stuff.

50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

I like dark green, sage green, sea foam green… okay maybe I just like green. But I also really like red and periwinkle.

51) What is your current desktop picture?

It’s one of those dynamic landscape pictures that changes based on the time of day. Mine is like a coastal cliffside?

52) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

Probably one of those political figures doing a lot more harm than good at the moment. But I’d have to make sure that exploding that person wouldn’t cause WW3

53) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

Hey what was going on with your home life in middle school?

54) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Oh boy I can’t believe that broccoli gave me the power to stop time with zero consequences, giving me the ability to get everything done!

55) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Walking around the arcade at Fisherman’s Wharf with my family. Actually, any thirty minutes of that San Fransisco trip would be super fun to relive.

56) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Lots to choose from, but I don’t think I would be the person that I am today without those experiences. So I guess I’d erase something minor, like the time I turned in a really bad short film for my film studies final and then had to sit and watch it with the whole class. That was pretty humiliating.

57) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

I’ll pass on this opportunity actually

58) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Ireland!

59) Ever been on a plane?

Many many times.

60) Give me your top 5 hottest celebrities.

This is completely objective but in no particular order, the hottest celebrities are Zendaya, Chris Hemsworth, Henry Cavil, Michael B. Jordan, Cate Blanchette, and Chris Pine

But that’s all of them! Thank you to @takabayashi-takeshi and @noworneverphantom for also submitting asks for this game. It means a lot! 😊

[ncisfranchise-source]

How can NCIS Season 21 best pay tribute to original cast member David McCallum, who died on Monday at age 90?

McCallum played chief medical examiner-turned-NCIS Historian Dr. Donald “Ducky” Mallard for all 20 seasons, most recently appearing (remotely) in the final two episodes of Season 20 last spring. He had been the show’s last remaining original cast member following the exit of series lead Mark Harmon early in Season 19. (Sean Murray in Season 1 only recurred as McGee.)

“For over 20 years, David McCallum endeared himself to audiences around the world playing the wise, quirky, and sometimes enigmatic, Dr. Donald ‘Ducky’ Mallard,” NCIS executive producers Steven D. Binder and David North said in a statement. “But as much as his fans may have loved him, those who worked side by side with David loved him that much more …. From Day 1, it was an honor to work with him and he never let us down. He was, quite simply, a legend.”

The character of Ducky as of late was largely off-screen, ostensibly on a globe-trotting book tour; his most recent video consultation was delivered from a stop in Edinburgh. So on the one hand, the NCIS writers may decide to emulate what, say, Call Me Kat did for the late Leslie Jordan and simply have Ducky continue to live an idyllic off-camera existence.

Or, the well-watched CBS drama might choose to better honor McCallum — whose acting legacy spanned nearly 70 years and also included memorable roles on The Man From U.N.C.L.E., Sapphire & Steel and other TV shows — by giving the longtime NCIS team member an emotional sendoff of his own.

If NCIS takes the latter, sadder route, which faces from the show’s past do you think should be on hand to pay the good doctor their last respects? We have a few suggestions, followed by a poll where you can express your own wishes….

Mark Harmon as Gibbs

LAST APPEARED: Gibbs was tooling around in his newly finished boat when it shockingly went “boom” in the Season 18 finale. In the fourth episode of Season 19 — after Gibbs, McGee et al solved the case of a contract killer hired by a conglomerate to clear the way for an environment-poisoning copper mine  — “boss” decided to stay put in “the middle of nowhere,” in Alaska, where the multi-episode arc had led him.

CHARACTER STATUS: As EP Steven Binder told TVLine a year ago, “There’s this feeling among the writing staff — and I share it — that we left [Gibbs] sort of nowhere but also everywhere. Like, when I think of Gibbs, I don’t think of him living in an apartment in Alaska. Instead, I imagine he’s sort of melted into pixie dust and is floating around in the sky until he is called back to duty.”

What better “call to duty” than to pay D.C. a quick visit to say a proper farewell to longtime friend and esteemed colleague “Duck”?

Michael Weatherly as Tony

LAST APPEARED: Original cast member Weatherly’s run ended with the Season 13 finale, after Tony learned that longtime romantic interest Ziva David had years earlier — prior to her “death” — given birth to their daughter, Tali. Weatherly has often teased some sort of NCIS encore (sometimes even a “Tiva” two-fer), but even in the wake of Bull‘s cancellation, that has not yet come to fruition.

CHARACTER STATUS: As detailed in the “Ziva” recap below, Tony and Tali presumably enjoyed a reunion with Ziva sometime in late Season 17. Since both former NCIS agents really should be on hand for any Ducky remembrance, the series could deliver some overdue fan service along the way.

Pauley Perrette as Abby

LAST APPEARED: Original cast member Perrette’s NCIS run ended after 15 seasons, in May 2018.

CHARACTER STATUS: After Clayton Revees fatally took a bullet for her during a seemingly random (but not) street mugging, Abby committed herself to following in the MI6 agent’s footsteps by shepherding a charity for homeless women. She then accompanied Reeves’ body back to his London home, before embarking on this new chapter in her life. Abby, like Ducky, was all about the science, so it’d be odd to not hear from her, in some way, in any sendoff episode. (She just might not share a scene with Gibbs.)

Cote de Pablo as Ziva

LAST APPEARED: After exiting NCIS at the start of Season 11 (ending an eight-season run), de Pablo’s enigmatic Ziva most unexpectedly resurfaced in the Season 16 finale, then recurred in a handful of Season 17 episodes.

CHARACTER STATUS: In de Pablo’s mid-Season 17 mini-arc, Gibbs helped Ziva with the “one thing” she needed to tend to before reuniting with Tony and their daughter Tali: making sure that Adam Eshel was OK. Once that was handled, Ziva told Gibbs that she had slipped word to Tony to get Tali into hiding, and that once he and Tali are safe and settled, she would reach out. So presumably the DiNozzo-Davids are reunited and well. But having one show up to honor Ducky without the other could be narratively clunky.

Emily Wickersham as Ellie

LAST APPEARED: In the Season 18 finale, “Rule 91” (as in the Gibbs rule, “When you walk away, don’t look back”)

CHARACTER STATUS: Special Agent Bishop famously — and abruptly! — dipped on romantic interest Nick Torres and the rest of NCIS at large in order to prep for a super-secret undercover op on behalf of Odette, a former CIA operative and Ziva David’s onetime cohort. While it’d be nice to somehow bring Ellie in “from the cold,” it might create more closure issues with Nick than any one guest spot can resolve.

Maria Bello as Dr. 'Jack' Sloane

LAST APPEARED: Bello’s swan song as forensic psychologist Jack Sloane aired in March 2021, ending a three-season run.

CHARACTER STATUS: Jack had hinted that she was leaving NCIS to retire to “Costa Rica”; instead, she stayed put in Afghanistan after a mission with Gibbs, to continue a friend’s work protecting young girls from abduction by the Taliban. Having been around for Ducky’s transition from Chief M.E. to NCIS Historian, it’d be fitting to hear from Jack again.

Adam Campbell as 'Young Ducky'

LAST APPEARED: Campbell’s fourth turn as Young Donald Mallard, in flashbacks, aired early in Season 18.

CHARACTER STATUS: Alive and well… in the past. But what a sweet touch it could be to serve up even the briefest new flashback to bring the good doctor’s colorful story full circle.

Bob Newhart as Ducky's mentor, Dr. Walter Magnus

LAST APPEARED: In the mid-Season 8 episode “Recruited” — the esteemed guest star’s only NCIS visit thus far.

CHARACTER STATUS: Out there in the world somewhere, though Newhart, now age 94, hasn’t acted on a TV series since an April 2020 episode of Young Sheldon.

[runner-beans]

4 Vignettes With No Kissing & 1 Ex-Yacht by captain_starcat

Rating: General Audiences

Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E.

Relationship: Illya Kuryakin/Napoleon Solo

Summary: Ft. pining, paperwork, rumors, the collective wild imagination of the Costume Department, a questionable beach, and some kissing (eventually)

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Solo

NapoleonSolo x female!reader

In which Napoleon does not want to work with Y/N, even though they are the 'perfect team'.

a/n: Thanks to @7eamfan7asy for suggesting this imagine. This was fun :)

word count: 2.6k

warnings: I don't think there are any, actually

Break in, retrieve the evidence, get out again. Without anybody noticing. That was the mission. A simple Black Bag operation. And it would have worked without anybody noticing if it weren’t for the incredibly annoying spy currently tied up next to Napoleon. Because of Y/N, the pair was chained to a radiator in the basement of the large company building that sat amid New York with one tiny little window broken on the top floor. Making it look like some accident had caused it to shatter and not the super-secret spy mission he had been called for. But, no. Of course, she had to come in and ruin this for him - his chance at getting off the weird employee contract that lasted as long as his supposed imprisonment. 

“Tell me again. What are you doing here?” He hissed as he struggled to writhe out of the cuffs on his wrists. His Back was pressed to Y/N’s and the radiating heat coming off of her body didn’t help in his attempts to break free of the already too tight metal restraints. 

“We’re partners, in case you forgot, hotshot.” Napoleon huffed. He could practically hear the roll of her eyes in her tone. Partners wouldn’t be this careless. That’s why he worked alone. His name was Napoleon Solo for God’s sake. How much clearer could it get? Apparently not clear enough for Y/N. 

He didn’t know her very well. She had appeared about a week ago in Sanders’s office with an accompanied ‘This is Agent Y/L/N. She will be your partner on this mission.” from Sanders himself. Of course, Napoleon hadn’t thought that he actually had to deal with her back then. And after a heated argument about his lone-wolf strategies he had decided that he did not want to either. She was unbearable and a know-it-all. Always cutting off his sentences while planning the mission and constantly talking. God, she was talking so much. At one point he had debated on cutting his ears off to make it stop.

“And if it weren’t for you and your ‘I’m better off alone’ attitude we wouldn’t be in this situation,” she continued. If he wouldn’t start talking she would just go on and on.

“Are you implying that this is my fault?” He answered half-heartedly. His eyes were scanning the surroundings, in search of something to get him out of this situation.

“Well, I was not the one striding off alone to do a mission that was supposed to be for two people.”

“We’re getting a file. How many people do you need for that?” This argument was pointless and Napoleon felt himself growing impatient with every second. He needed to get out of here.

“Two. If you would have taken into account that this building is equipped with the newest alarm system on the market,” the woman countered. Her head was turned over her shoulder as she directed her remark at the stubborn man behind her.

She was questioning his abilities, now. And Napoleon did not like it. “I knew that.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you set it off anyway.” It was a muttered remark but definitely intended to be heard. 

The brunette didn’t let it faze him though. That was exactly what she wanted, right? To make him lose his cool. “I didn’t.”

“Well, you certainly didn’t wait for me.”

“Because I never went with you.” He’d seriously had enough of the pointless teasing. He would have enjoyed it in rather different circumstances. But this? Definitely not.

“Just shut up and get the pin out of my hair.” Y/N shuffled down to get her head as close to his hands as possible. He had to turn to pat her hair for the pin, but when he finally retrieved it, he was kind of glad to have her - just for the sake of the pin of course.

Napoleon opened his handcuffs with ease and proceeded to get up off the floor. His steps took him towards the stairs.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m finishing this mission.” He threw the pin in her direction and added a stern ‘alone’ along the way. And then he disappeared through the doorway at the top of the staircase, sneaking his way through the grey corridors, careful not to get caught by the guards outside, waiting for their boss.

A couple minutes later he heard careful footsteps approaching and then a firm hand on his shoulder. He turned around, shooting out his hand to grab the person by the neck, ready to crush them into the next wall. Y/N’s wide eyes greeted him with horror as she covered the hand on her throat with hers. She would ruin this for him again. Like she had ruined everything so far. And he was not up for it.

“I suggest you leave,” he whisper-yelled as he let go of her.

“That was the plan, you idiot,” Y/N hissed back, “but no before we get the file.”

Their little banter was disturbed. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard in the corridor followed by at least a dozen footsteps. People talking, receiving instructions, and then swarming out with their weapons ready.

“He’s here,” Napoleon stated unfazed. He took her arm and casually dragged her into another room - an impressive conference room- closing the door. Then he went from window to window, checking his surroundings and the adjacent corridors.

“Oh, great. The building is officially littered with guards.”

“Again, not entirely my fault,” the spy mumbled in annoyance. But the brunette agent just cocked his eyebrow and continued to look for a way out.

“Listen, I know you don’t really like me that much.” Y/N paused in her sentence as if she was waiting for a counter on Napoleon's side, but he just looked at her - composed as ever - ready to hear the rest of her statement. “But If we want to get out of here, we need to work together.”

Napoleon laughed, he knew very well that both of them were perfectly fine breaking into the building by themselves. They would certainly be fine getting out alone as well.

“So, I would appreciate it if you just sucked up whatever ego trip you are on right now and work with me here.” She turned to the wall and climbed on the cupboard in front of her. Her hand reached for one of the pockets in her vest, retrieving a device that looked like a tiny screwdriver. 

She stretched towards the vent - that wasn’t even a bad idea, he would have probably done the same thing within the next minutes - though she was not quite tall enough to properly place the device under the metal grid to pry it open. 

Despite his obvious disapproval of the new partner, Napoleon weighed his chances of getting out. And the odds of getting caught were far less likely if the agents just stayed with each other. Maybe it wouldn’t be too horrible, he thought. So far, she had done exactly what he would have done - minus the alarm, of course. Where was the harm in looking at how far she could actually match his skills? 

With a final sigh, he stepped towards her and watched a little as she struggled.

“Buildings like these are equipped with large vent plans that stretch throughout the whole floor. We get in here and chances are they’ll-”

“Never even see us,” he completed with a knowing smirk. Then he took the device from her hands, climbed on the cupboard as well, and opened the grid. He wouldn’t let her do everything. Sure, he wanted a little fun but this was still work, after all.

The grid was removed in no time and the agent waited for Y/N to push herself up. He was prepared to see her fight the height of the rectangle, crossing his arms in front of his chest as his eyes pried on her in anticipation. A faint smirk rolled onto his face when she jumped up, her hands reached high for the metal and he was ready to see her fail. But his hopes were in vain. The woman placed her foot on a bookshelf next to the cabinet mid jump, pushing herself higher and finally reaching for the edges of the metal hole in the wall. Once she had gotten ahold of it, she pulled herself up without a struggle, disappearing within the blink of an eye.

Napoleon was surprised, though he fought to keep an unbothered expression on his face.

Her head popped out of the vent after a couple seconds. “Are you planning on coming up here, Mr. super spy?” Her tone was teasing and laced with a small smirk. He smiled, too. He had to.

Once up in the vent, he placed a tiny bug on the wall next to his exit. He put the grid back on the entrance, waiting for Y/N to ask what he had been doing, but - once again - his hopes were futile.

Napoleon cleared his throat, thinking that she probably didn’t see him place the device in the room. “I placed a listing device on the wall to-“

“To get some more intel. They will most likely discuss their strategies in this room. It’s too extravagant not to be important, I know. It’s a smart move. I would have done the same,” Y/N interrupted, and then she carefully moved through the steel tunnels, leaving a fuming agent behind. 

If she really would have done the same, then he would have been genuinely impressed. But his ego clouded his judgement for the moment, making him follow her just as carefully with a deep frown on his face and an even deeper annoyance lingering in his mind.

Y/N crawled through the system with determination. She had a plan of her surroundings and reached her destination without having to turn back once.

They were standing in front of the safe in the dark office, Napoleon had been so close to just an hour ago - before everything had gone to shit. Looking at each other to determine who would get the honors of actually retrieving the evidence, the brunette’s mind rattled. He had seen Y/N do some pretty impressive things tonight. And despite her constant aggravating, she had thrown in some good input the week before, when they were planning the mission. She was a good agent, he had to give her that. Maybe his ego had gotten the better of him on this task, though he couldn’t quite let go of his solo career just yet. Thus, he decided to test her one last time.

If she would be able to open the vault, he’d give her the benefit of the doubt. He probably didn’t have to work with the agent ever again, but he would keep her in mind as a talented one.

So, he nodded towards the black block of steel before them, crossing his arms before his chest once again. “Ladies first.” 

“Oh, how very kind of you, Mr. Solo?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as she dragged out his last name, and then she got to work. Her ear pressed on the cold surface as her hand began turning on the wheel for the locking mechanism. She turned it three times. Then changed direction, turned it again, and then one more time, with every movement slowing towards the end until a knowing smile appeared on her lips.

“Go ahead.” She motioned towards the safe, supposedly ready for him to open. And it did. Now, the speed at which she had cracked it was impressive, but it was a small safe, Napoleon had cracked far more complex ones. But he said he would give her the benefit of the doubt. And whether he liked it or not, she did earn it.

A silent rattling was heard outside the door and Y/N’s face shot at Napoleon in an instant. They were here. The agents looked around the room frantically and as their eyes met again, it seemed as though both of them knew exactly what to do.

As if they were in sync, Y/N moved to grab the file out of the safe the same time Napoleon sprinted for the window, opening it and securing a grabbling hook. Y/N leaned against the door to keep it shut, but the footsteps became louder and louder. And despite their attempts, the haste of the agents prevented a completely silent atmosphere. They had to hear them, even if it was just faint.

“Now would be a good time to go,” Y/N urged as a familiar clicking noise was heard beyond the door, “Napoleon...” Her head turned to the side as she pressed her ear to the door. Her tone was impatient, and as soon as she saw Napoleon ready, standing on the ledge of the window, she sprinted towards him. One leap from the cabinet in front of the window and the spy caught her with one arm locking on her waist. He shot one last look to the door, which flung open with three guards storming inside, their weapons raised. 

“Later, Gentlemen,” he said with a wink and then the agents descended down the building in one smooth, fast motion.

They ran into the darkness of the night as soon as they reached the ground, seeking refuge behind the dumpster of a diner a block away from the office building. Both of them catching their breaths as they sat on the floor, Y/N was clutching the file to her body.

Napoleon watched as her chest began to rise slower with every breath. Her forehead with from a thin layer of sweat, as did his. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked. His eyes trained on the diner sign above their heads as his rested against the brick wall of the building.

“What?” Her gaze followed his and her stomach grumbled when she spotted the sign as well.

About ten minutes later, the duo found themselves in a booth of the diner they had hidden behind moments prior. A plate of food was placed before either one of them as a familiar silence filled the space between them. Napoleon leaned back in his seat, watching as Y/N popped a fry in her mouth, the file laying beside them on the table - unbothered. 

“I have to admit, the end was kind of fun,” she attempted to break the quiet. But her opponent's eyebrows only raised at that.

“You think so? We almost got caught again.” The smile at the memory defeated his stoic attempt at a counter. Even if he didn’t want to admit it just yet, it was fun - a little, maybe. 

“But we made a good team.” Now Y/N leaned back as Napoleon reached forward to grab a couple of fries from his plate. His face was pensive as his eyes flickered between the file and the agent before him.

“Huh. I guess we did,” he shrugged. Then it was back to silence, again. The brunette watched the woman opposite him eat for a while, and she didn’t say anything about his staring at all. There was no denying it. It was fun and working with her had led him to finish the mission in no time - that was, once they actually worked together. She was good at what she was doing, and it almost pained him to admit that there were probably a couple things he could learn from her. So it was only fair to tell her, right?

It took everything for him to keep his voice steady, nevertheless. “You are a good agent, Y/N.” He wouldn’t apologize though, that was too much.

And Y/N seemed to know what laid on the tip of his tongue after the compliment, but she brushed it off with a smile as she bit into her burger with delight.

“Thanks, so are you.”

[cinebration]

So Much More Satisfying (Napoleon Solo x Reader) [Request]

Napoleon Solo x Fem!reader, please. The reader is a very skilled former agent who is not working for any organization at the moment. She uses the skills and training she has had to get information and sell to certain people, sometimes for money, sometimes for favors. She has an information that Napoleon needs and the price for it is a good date with some treats 😊😊😊 (No smut, just a dinner in some apartment, flirting, some kisses or massages 😁) — Requested by anon

So…I couldn’t help myself. You put a womanizer in front of me, and I wanna make sure he doesn’t get the upper hand.

Warnings: none

Gif Source: calebduume

It wasn’t the first time Solo had needed to use cooking and charm to gather information, and it wouldn’t be the last. It was the first time, however, that he had been asked to do those things. He was accustomed to using them as a tactic, not having them used against him. It put a damper on his attitude, but he carefully sublimated that feeling behind a façade of smug cheerfulness as he finished cooking the entrée.

Had Waverly told him initially that he would be interacting with you, Solo might very well have said no. You were notoriously difficult. That is, Solo couldn’t use his normal wiles to charm information out of you. You were too shrewd for that, a byproduct of your years working as an agent. Solo still wasn’t sure whom you had worked for exactly, and Waverly wasn’t telling.

As such, Solo found himself sweating over the stove, cooking up a perfect meal to meet your demands. After all, you couldn’t just demand a price with dollar signs attached like a normal purveyor of secrets. Oh no, you had to make Solo actually work for it.

“She wants me to make her dinner,” Solo had informed Waverly after contacting you.

“Brilliant. You are rather good at that.”

“She won’t ask for money. She’ll want something else.”

Waverly had looked at him pointedly. “You’re rather good at that too, so I’m told.”

Solo still chafed at that retort. He couldn’t be sure what to expect. Your reputation suggested you asked for anything from someone’s dignity to their very balls, if that one Czechoslovakian had been telling the truth in the hospital.

Slipping the dessert into the oven to cook, Solo retreated into the bathroom and took a quick shower. He opened a window to let out the accumulated steam and dressed with an eye toward seductive casualness. Slacks and a dress shirt with an unbuttoned collar underneath a silk vest, cufflinks undone. He had learned that the appearance of relaxation lay in the beginnings of a state of undress. It tantalized the eye with the potential promise of further unwrapping later.

It made him displeased to think about it. He wanted to be doing this because he felt like it, not because he was being asked to.

A knock sounded on the door. Solo paused to check his appearance in the mirror. His hair was still drying, but it would have a soft texture to it, completing the ensemble. Satisfied, he paused on his way to the door to put on a recording of Verdi’s La Traviata.

Arranging his features into the smug cheerfulness he was used to wearing, Solo answered the door. You stood waiting a pace away, smiling wickedly. You had matched Solo’s style with an answering one of your own, your dress not quite casual but not quite formal. Your hair you had tastefully tousled, as though you had just emerged from a tumble in bed.

I see you, Solo thought. He watched your gaze sweep over him before fixing on his eyes. You saw him, too.

“I brought wine,” you declared, handing him the bottle as you stepped into the apartment. You appraised its modest furnishings and the landscapes on the walls. “Your team could have chosen a better apartment.”

Of course you had realized that the apartment was a safe house. Solo had insisted on more upscale furnishings to reflect his lifestyle and taste for that exact reason, but Waverly had brushed the demand off, saying instead, “she will know you aren’t naïve enough to bring her to your real apartment.”

Still, the comment stung. Solo took the wine into the kitchen and uncorked it to let it breathe, trying not to mutter his frustration under his breathe. The kitchen table was already set and ready for serving, so Solo brought out the tuna niçoise salad he had made for the entrée. You eyed it appreciatively as you took your seat.

“Real tuna, not canned, I see,” you noted, glancing at the individual ingredients of the composed salad. “And potatoes. How did you know?”

He hadn’t, but he smiled like he had. “A good spy never reveals his secrets.”

Your lips tightened a fraction. “Depends on the price, I suppose.”

This is going to be rich, Solo thought.

~~

Halfway through the salad and one glass of wine later, Solo was feeling himself lulled into a false sense of security. You weren’t exactly as he had expected. You were…amiable. But then again, how else did you gather your information from people others couldn’t hope to touch with a ten-foot pole? He watched you eat as though you had never tasted an exquisite dish before, sniffing the air when the dessert in the oven began to permeate the apartment.

“I’m glad you agreed to do this,” you said, smiling over the rim of your glass.

“I enjoy cooking,” he said simply.

“Clearly. I am quite impressed. When you contacted me, I couldn’t let you slip away without trying your specialties.”

The word rolled off your tongue in a buttery rich tone that made Solo tingle. He couldn’t tell if it was in warning or arousal, but his interest was piqued nevertheless. “How do they measure up?”

“Quite well.” You forked another bit of the salad into your mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “How soon do you lose the CIA leash?”

He blinked at the sudden change in conversation. “Soon.”

“In other words, not soon enough. I understand that you do some dealings on the side, but I can’t help but wonder if there are…other things you could be doing.”

“Such as?”

“Well, you are in a unique position: part of the CIA and yet apart from it, what with your little U.N.C.L.E. friends.”

Solo stilled, fixing his eyes on you. You met them easily, your face open. He stopped himself from wondering how you had acquired that information. He didn’t want to know.

“All I’m saying is that I could use someone on the inside like you. A man with questionable allegiance.”

“My allegiance is only as questionable as your predilection for the highest bidder.”

You grinned, revealing your teeth. “A little bite! Good. I know it’s difficult for you to play the perfect host when the guest is aware of the motives. What’s the point of seduction if the guest knows you’re doing it just for information?”

Unease rolled through Solo. “You called this dinner.”

“I did, and I’m not disappointed. All I am suggesting is that you consider some other alternatives to your future. I run a lucrative operation—”

“You’re likely to be assassinated by one government or another soon enough.”

“—and you like a bit of danger. You like high stakes and bad odds, because you somehow come out smelling like a rose after.”

Solo scrutinized your face. A faint hint of a smirk played along your lips, hidden there in the corners. Now he understood the real game. Relaxing in his seat for the first time that night, he considered aloud, “Why not start my own operation?”

“Because I have a corner on the market. You could do your best to buy out my clients and my sources, but you have the whiff of government attached to you.”

“You were once like me.”

You laughed, a throaty sound that stirred Solo somewhere deep within himself. “As far as everyone knows, I was a free agent. Not even you can say whom I really worked for. I was as ‘loyal’ to them as I am now to the highest bidder. I am more trustworthy in the sense that I am untrustworthy for the sake of the dollar sign.” You had moved forward as you had spoken, leaning across the table.

Solo leaned forward, meeting you halfway, taking your cue. He let his gaze sweep over you, lingering for a long moment on your lips. They parted into a grin, flashing teeth at him.

“Your efforts are so transparent,” you murmured, lifting up a finger and brushing it along his jaw. “It’s a shame that most women don’t see you coming. What happens to those who do?”

“They get what they want.”

“No,” you whispered, “you get them to want what you want.”

“Is that a crime?”

“Aren’t you a criminal?”

He craned his neck a fraction, brushing your lips with his. Before he could do more, you pulled back, your fingers seizing his dimpled chin. He blinked, hit with whiplash once again as you prevented him from kissing you fully.

“If I wanted the Solo experience,” you said, “I would have asked to negotiate over a dollar sign. Then you could have seduced me with all your trickster’s charm just to get what you wanted. But we’re here for what I want.”

Mild warning bells rang in the back of his mind. Despite his best efforts and his sour mood from earlier, he had allowed himself to develop brain fog. You were playing so well with him that he couldn’t help but need to pursue and conquer you.

“What do you want?”

“I want your access to information,” you cooed. Then you pressed your lips to his, muddling his brain for a fraction of a second as he felt your tongue push against his.

“We’re here for your information,” he countered.

You leaned back, a smug look on your face. “The price for that information is you.”

Solo suddenly understood how Illya and Gaby felt on the receiving end of his smug superiority.

“Thank you for the dinner.” You stood, wiping your mouth with a napkin, and looked down at his bewildered expression. “Consider my offer.”

Frustration returned suddenly to Solo. “What was all this, then?” He gestured at the meal.

“I wanted you to feel at home,” you answered, shrugging. “I like to take a man on his own field. It makes the battle so much more satisfying.”

[justabigoldnerd]

Taking a break from writing to share what wings I think side(ish) characters in The Man From U.N.C.L.E would have!

Alexander Waverly; Commander, British Naval Intelligence

Osprey

Aquatic bird of prey! British NAVAL Intelligence! I imagine they stay pretty tense, raised and slightly puffed up at all times 😅

Adrian Sanders; CIA

American Black Vulture

My only reasoning is because Sanders is a scavenger and vultures are scavengers. But also I feel like he would be incredibly envious of eagle-types, which he thinks Solo is, further fueling his hatred for him. "Why does this traitor, this criminal, get to be an eagle type when he's not even loyal to the US of A??"

Oleg; KGB

Demoiselle Crane

Native to Russia, probably dangerous?? Just fits his vibe and aesthetic, honestly 😅 I think he probably uses the massive wingspan to intimidate victims (be it targets or KGB agents beneath him).

Victoria Vinciguerra; Nazi

Southern Grey Shrike

Innocent looking murder machines. Need I say more? I almost made her a dove-type, then I remembered how not-deadly shrikes look and as I'm writing this I'm just now realizing it also fits her black and white aesthetic shown throughout the film. She tells people she's a song-bird-type, chickadee to be exact, but her victims know the truth.

Alexander Vinciguerra; Nazi Playboy Nazi-Wannabe

Kingfisher

Aquatic (shipping company) bird with fancy colorful plumage. I literally just went down the Wikipedia list of birds native to Italy until I found the fanciest looking bird that also goes in water sometimes lol. Very vain about his feathers, probably.

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I Got You (Napoleon x Reader)

This is the third time i’m trying to post this fucking thing, tumblr won’t let the posts I do from my laptop under search results but they will show posts I do from my phone. Anyways, enjoy!

“This better be worth it Waverly”

“Ohhh (y/n) dear trust me it will. Let me introduce you to your new colleagues”

As she walked in the room with one big desk and a few chairs, three of them were occupied by two men and one woman, probably in her 20s. Her eyes however focused on one particular man.... The man that was one of the reasons you thrived in the illegal field.

“This is Miss Gaby Teller, the most important person in this case, next to her is mister Illya  Kuryakin, her supposed fiance and-”

“Napoleon Solo. The thief”

She bitterly interrupted Waverly, he was of course aware of (y/n)’s past with Napoleon, it was one of the reasons he requested her to join this case, keeping from her that piece of information of course. 

“(y/f/n), you’ve grown up”

“you got old”

“Right, now that everyone knows each other, (y/n) please take a seat and i’ll explain the plan”

As she took a seat from the other side of the table, directly in front of Napoleon, she tried to focus on Waverly and ignore Napoleons intense stare that almost drilled a hole on the side of her head.

“Ok, so since Illya is here to be the love interest for Gaby and Napoleon is here to just get some Italian legs in the air, what am I here for?”

“You dear (y/l/n), you will be portraying miss Brigitte Richard, an heir to the Richard well know Cigar, he is a close friend of mine and graciously agreed to take his daughters name”

“Won’t they know what his daughter looks like?”

“His daughter has been kept away from the public eye and she had transferred in Britain during high school, that’s also where she went to College and recently decided to stay there. I will give you a file of hers to study. Your goal is to get close to Victoria vinciguerra during the event, maybe even seem interested in mister Solo, of course for show, nothing more”

“Of course, everything is only just for show when it has to do with Napoleon”

-

(Y/n) was dressed in her best attire, her long red dress that hugged her waist so beautifully, of course some silver diamond earrings on her ears and her hair up in a perfect updo, her heels were comfortable at least, but if she had to run the dress would not hold for long until it gives a show to anyone around her, she prays that it didn’t have to happen, or she would be royally screwed,

“Miss Richard , your father was right you do have your mothers eyes”

What a fool, she thought, this is who she was hiding from? a woman that complimented her for the resemblance in her eyes.... she wasn’t even close to being related to this people. However, on the outside, she smiled brightly at the tall blonde lady

“Thank you so much, god rest her soul she at least she was generous enough to pass them down to me, my dads brown eyes are great but a tad bit boring don’t you think?”

The blonde gave a tight lip smile to her comment. Of course, if she knew that her real parent had never seen this type of luxury, the lady wouldn’t even spare a glance.

“I don’t believe we’ve met, Victoria Vinciguerra”

“Brigitte Richard, my father made sure to keep me away from all of... this, he wanted his kids to be humble”

“I’m really sorry for your brother”

“It’s alright, I miss him but... c’est la vie”

(Y/n) had almost swallowed the file Waverly had given her, she even looked into the cigar company, just in case anyone asked questions. As the two ladies kept talking, she started hearing commotion,she turned her head  towards the direction it was coming from and saw one familiar man falling to the ground.

“What is going on over there?”

“Excuse me dear”

Victoria started walking towards him and of course (y/n) followed. When they finally reached the crowd that was already forming a circle around him, there he was fanning himself the invitation dramatically, in true Napoleon fashion. (Y/n) kissed her teeth in annoyance, he was supposed to discreetly blend in, not cause a god damn ruckus the minute he walks in.

“Thank you, Thank you”

“I wonder what they do to people without invitations”

That is when she decided to take actions. She weaseled her way out of the crowd and kneeled in front of him to his level, offering her glass of champagne to him.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Yes, thank you very much Darling”

“I’m Victoria Vinciguerra, she is (y/f/n). I do believe an apology is in order. I’ll take it from here”

You helped him get up on his feet and took two steps to lean in and talked to her.

“of course miss Vinciguerra... next one is mine”

She giggled as she walked away in triumphant. To be frank the rest of your job was to keep an eye on these two, yet she could still say she completed the most important part.What she didn’t expect was the growing fire in the pit of her stomach that was directed to Victoria, looking at her talking to Napoleon so nonchalantly made her teeth hurt and her breasts ached with rage.

“It’s such a lovely day to be so pouty miss”

“Well sir... there is nothing really here for me to smile about”

“Not even me?”

“I think I am better off being the reason for someone to smile”

“Roberto  Russo, charmed”

“Brigitte Richard”

Roberto was a handsome man, tall, light brown hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, full lips and extremely well dressed, no doubt he knew his way around women and money. What a better distraction and cover up than him?

What (y/n) had not calculated was Napoleon picking up at her “strategic” flirt and filling like punching the hell out of this pretentious little Italian boy that grew up spending daddy’s money. He restrained himself from walking over to her and taking her hand, guiding her away from everyone, keeping her all to herself.

“I saw you were talking to my aunt”

“Oh you are related to Victoria?”

“Yes, my dad is her brother. I actually haven’t spoken to her today, come with me?”

“How could I ever refuse?”

As he offered his arm she smiled and linked hers with his, walking over with her head held high as they got close to Napoleon and Victoria

“My dearest Roberto, how are you?”

she kissed her nephew at both of his cheeks and yet no smile was shown. She really was cold, Roberto however smiled brightly, feeling excited to show his knew “catch” to his aunt.

“I’m doing well... who might he be?”

“Jack Devinsky, Nice to meet you”

Roberto looked at Napoleon up and down, almost well not almost... judging him harshly. Napoleons sure looked rich but there were levels to how rich you were, especially when men judged one another.

“Roberto Russo. Well... aunt Victoria may I occupy you for a minute”

“Of course, anything for my nephew”

“It will only take a minute dear”

“I am counting”

She replied at him, he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss as he stared directly in her eyes, winking at her as she left her with Napoleon. They stood there in awkward silence for a few moments, they haven’t really spoken since the case started, (y/n) made sure to avoid him.

“You look stunning if that isn’t obvious”

“Thanks”

She said dryly. She barely even looked him in the eye, all she could see was that damn night, the night she lost everything, the night her heart shuttered, the night he showed her all the cruelty of the world he always talked about.

“You are mad at me”

“Do you blame me?”

“No, it still upsets me though”

“That sounds like a personal issue to me”

-

The event was a success. which meant (y/n) could finally relax and wear her pajamas, pour a drink for herself and lounge in the couch her room had. She still wore his necklace, the gold star necklace he had bought her way back when... she took the charm in her hands and felt the cold metal.

How much more could she take with him around? it took her so much time to heal and now here he was again, scratching the wounds she had closed up all by herself. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. She got up to answer it and was met with the man of the hour.

“Napoleon”

“May I come in?”

She sighed before stepping aside to let him in. Even when all she wanted was to punch him in the face, her heart took over her and let him walk into her room and her life once again, even when she had swore to take revenge when she saw him again.

“What do you want?”

“To talk”

“About what?”

She was well aware she was snapping at him, could you blame her? He had swore to protect her, help her when she had nothing and no one, taught her everything and then one night she came home to find all his belongings missing... and that damn letter tore her apart, she didn’t sleep for days, she waited for him to return for months and yet he never did.

“(Y/n) I know-”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING

”her voice booming through the entire room, it was like a glass of emotions was overflowing, threating to spill and make a mess. He saw the pain in her face, her lower lips trembling, her hands forming fists... still what caught his eye was one thing, the necklace. She was wearing his necklace, after all these years she didn’t throw it away. He took a breath through his nose before continuing.

“(y/n) you have every right to be upset-”

“Damn right I do”

“Will you just listen?”

“listen to what Napoleon?! What?!What?!What?!”

Next thing that was heard was her glass smashing at the wall, Vodka dripping down and small pieces of glass going everywhere. Napoleon was shocked, he should have known this wouldn’t be easy, he had wanted to reach out to her over the years, he had even went through with finding her, yet every time he chickened out last minute and walked away from it. Now, here she was in pain, yelling and smashing things... she had become his enemy

“I’m sorry”

“You are sorry? Sorry? for what Napoleon? for leaving me? for doing it in such cruel way? for lying to me?”

“I never lied”

“You swore to me that you loved me, that you... cared”

There it was, tears. She couldn’t even control it, as her voice cracked and the waterfalls started, she didn’t also want to cover them, she wanted him to see what he had done... to hell with being the bigger person. He wanted to hug her, comfort her, make her feel loved but now all he could do was to try and reason with her.

“I had to leave”

“Why? What could possibly be the reason... money? paintings? women?”

“You know I would never cheat on you”

“Oh yeah, cause leaving our house in the middle of the night is so much better”

She tried wipe away her tears, silence falling between them once again. As a way to calm and hide her emotions, she kneeled and started picking up pieces of glass, her back turned to him. Napoleon went to her side and even when he wanted to pick her up and kiss her, he controlled his desire

“(Y/n) stop, you’ll cut yourself”

“I’m fine Napoleon”

“(Y/n) the maid can do it”

“I said I’m- FUCK”

a piece of sharp glass had cut her as she accidentally gripped it a bit too hard. Napoleon saw the blood and got up immediately to find some tissues, while (y/n) got on her feet and brought her hand close to her chest, closing it to a fist as a way to stop the pain. When Napoleon approached she turned her back once again

 “I said I’m fine”

“(Y/n) you are bleeding, let me care for you”

She had started crying again. As she turned around and opened her hand to him Napoleon gently placed the tissues on the wound, dabbing away the blood carefully.

“Why did you leave?”

“I thought I was protecting you, a way to keep you away from all of the things I was doing”

“Yet... here we are”

He looked up at her. Her lower lip was in between her teeth, tears freshly running down, her beautiful eyes were now red and puffy, her nose was running and he still found her heavenly.

“You kept the necklace”

“I tried throwing it away, or ponding it... I couldn’t find the courage... it’s too pretty”

“I tried coming back to you... multiple times”

“Why didn’t you do it?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t”

She finally kept eye contact with him, getting lost once again in those ocean blue eyes, the eyes she looked at when they were laying naked on their bed, the eyes that looked at her when she woke up. With his one hand Napoleon slowly reached over and wiped a few tears with his thumb

“You are too pretty to cry over me”

“I missed you Napoleon”

She whispered looking down on the ground in embarrassment. She was everything he ever wanted, a woman that loved him and had his back and he tossed that all away, his intentions were pure yet the damage was gigantic. He hesitated for a minute, before taking her in his arms for a hug, her head nuzzling on his neck as she held on to him for the first time in what felt like centuries. Napoleon kissed her head, smelling her shampoo that was always the same, lavender.

“I missed you too munchkin”

She giggled at the nickname. Napoleon had met her when she was struggling to survive, she was this delicate little thing that looked everyone with kind eyes, yet once he got to know her he saw the passion, the fire, the potential she had to become something great, he didn’t want all that potential to go on illegal things that could possibly get her in jail or worse kill her. So from the beginning of the relationship he called her munchkin.

“Will we be alright?”

“I got you munchkin, I got you”

[banemmanan]

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