mamalaz:

Illya is briefed on his future husband partner 

darksideofafangirl:

The Woman From U.N.C.L.E.

“America teaming up with Russia. That doesn’t sound very friendly.”

Also filing under “fics I wish someone would write”: Genderbent TMFU Napollya. Please please PLEASE? :D 

So that I won’t be tempted to write it myself.

napoleonsoloist:

This, is a Swiss built, Vort-bender, Landsmen, 7010 model. Still very difficult to open, but it’s not impossible. The people who designed this model are not very good at stealing things, I however, am.

Re-blogging because:

  1. My brain is clearly stuck on this scene right now;
  2. It is in any case a very good scene; and
  3. Finally (!!!!!), a reference for how the brand name of that safe is spelt. I still remember the frustration of trying to google it by how it sounded when I was writing that Napollya Modern Day Coffee Shop AU , before eventually just giving up. Ahahaha.

(Source: tony-starkesarchive)

Tags: tmfu

ingu:

The Man From UNCLE // Where both spies are giant babies

I feel like saying, someone please write an AU where Napoleon tries to Illya how to crack a safe. Does he succeed? Does he fail? Does it all end in sexy fun times anyway?

ingu:

The Man From UNCLE // Illya touching Napoleon’s things

Ahahahaha this was my favourite detail from that scene in the film. Illya, always curious. ♡ (Like a proper spy should be? :D)

ingu:

The Innuendo from UNCLE

Tags: tmfu

Trying to write TMFU fic - always difficult, because I write so slowly, and real life often interferes - and my draft basically features text place-holders like:

Illya’s voice is husky. Napoleon’s mouth goes dry. They fuck.

I wish fic-writing were so easy as to be able to just leave the text like that.

napoleonsoloist:

Man From D.O.N.E

(Source: tony-starkesarchive)

Tags: tmfu

mamalaz:

The Two Men from U.N.C.L.E - Favourite Napollya moments

Just… YES. ALL OF THESE. (Oh, my shipping heart.)

TMFU fic: The First Date Affair (Illya x Napoleon)

Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4960183 (10.6k words)

Summary: 

Napoleon was used to seeing all sorts in his shop: harried office types who knocked back their espressos before grabbing a long black to go, bored housewife types who took their lattes heavy on the syrups and low on the fat, tourists who ordered their coffees topped with whipped cream as they embraced a certain vacation-based joie de vie, college kids simply looking for a cheap caffeine fix while they took advantage of his free Wi-Fi.

Six foot five, blond and leanly muscled, on the other hand, at seven in the morning and with the most delicious jawline Napoleon had seen in days, was certainly a first.

Or: The modern day coffee shop AU in which Napoleon makes Illya all kinds of coffee except for Illya’s actual order, and things aren’t all quite what they seem to be.

This started because I had discovered an interesting coffee place near my office two weeks ago, which (naturally, when you’re a fangirl) led to Napollya thoughts along the lines of: “Napoleon tries to woo Illya with coffee. Illya wants something black and simple. Napoleon insists on making him all kinds of fancy drinks to show his ~adoration. Illya despairs.”  The original idea was only supposed to be ~1k long. I’m not sure how it became ten times longer than that. While I’m holidaying in London this past week, no less.