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“If you had some terminal disease and you only had months to live, you wouldn’t only tell some people but hide it from me, right?” Gaby says as she leans a little closer to him.
Nope, that didn’t really help. Napoleon’s brow furrows and he tips his head at her in confusion. “…No? Is this some kind of strange philosophical game, or does this line of questioning have a point?”
“Illya’s been extra nice to you lately,” she accuses, like he has anything to do with it.
(Illya's always been a considerate partner, but when he starts doing even more nice things for Napoleon, it's a little confusing. And distressing, given how Napoleon is sure that he definitely doesn't mean it like that.)
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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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“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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He should have run the other way as soon as Illya refused to answer his question of ‘why’, or at the very least put the shields up around his heart. Instead he looked deep into the icy blue eyes of a man who should be his enemy—who he’s already too far gone on—and took a leap of faith.
Napoleon Solo does not operate on faith. What the fuck is he doing?
(What they have is a mutually satisfying arrangement and nothing more, and Napoleon tells himself he's fine with that. That is, until he can't pretend that's the truth any longer.)
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- Part 6 of The Early Days: Napollya Short Stories
- Part 2 of Eyes on the Horizon
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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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