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It’s only after Napoleon's rather mortifyingly blatant fourth attempt at seduction that he starts to worry that something might truly wrong with him. By this point, most people catch on.
Napoleon is beginning to understand with increasing clarity that Illya is not most people.
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16 Jun 2026
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They just need a bit more time, just a bit, until Gaby comes to get them. And Napoleon has done a remarkable job of stalling, silver tongue put to good use, but it seems their time has run out.
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16 Jun 2026
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Death, He Knows the Panes of My Face by JustABigOldNerd
Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
12 Jul 2024
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A mission goes sideways. Solo gets himself strung up from the ceiling and learns what it's like to be cooked from the inside out.
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06 Jun 2026
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During the war, Napoleon fell in love with another soldier. When he died, Napoleon swore he would never love again.
It doesn't take long for Illya Kuryakin to complicate that promise Napoleon made to himself.
And further complicate it by going missing.
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06 Jun 2026
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Slowly, Napoleon sat up. His cellmate was surprisingly young, possibly in his early twenties at the very most, rangy, with long arms and legs, his blonde hair cut short, almost to the skull. His blue eyes were narrowed in suspicion, his mouth flattened into a sharp line, and he was dressed in a filthy thin undershirt that had once been white, and a pair of BDU pants that were caked with dried blood on the right thigh. He was also quite possibly the most beautiful young man Napoleon had ever seen, and for a moment Napoleon thought that perhaps he’d had a harder knock to the head from the smugglers than he had thought.
His cellmate looked Napoleon slowly over - the dusty, stained suit that was probably by now unsalvageable, the shirt with the top button ripped off, tie long missing, the cufflinks, the polished shoes, now mud-caked, and started to frown. “You are the American contact?” he asked quietly, in a thick Russian accent.
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06 Jun 2026