Alicia Vikander as Gaby Teller in The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) dir. Guy Ritchie
Alicia Vikander as Gaby Teller in The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) dir. Guy Ritchie
A beautiful lounge singer and Napoleon Solo cross paths during U.N.C.L.E.’s mission in New York.
Napoleon Solo x WOC oc
Thank you to everyone who read and supported the first part, which you can find right here
Thursdays were Amalia Fernsby’s designated spa days, and Bernard usually spent his time in his favorite upscale pool hall nearby. Gaby was relieved to finally have a more relaxed cover for the mission after repeatedly needing to engage in physical combat in previous assignments. There are certainly worse ways to spend her day on the job than receiving a thorough spa treatment. Illya, on the other hand, had to get a crash course at playing pool from Napoleon in order to ensure he would be a skilled enough player to attract Bernard’s attention. Napoleon drove the “married couple” to their marks’ locations and kept a watchful eye on the Russian agent in case he gave his lack of expertise in the game away.
“You’re gonna stick out like a sore thumb with your lack of knowledge. You should let me step in,” Napoleon had told Illya a few hours before they left the hotel.
The tall blonde sternly retorted, “Why don’t you focus on teaching me instead of complaining so we can stick to the plan?”
Gaby’s end was going a lot more smoothly with her talent in socialization coming in handy. Amalia was quite a talkative woman herself, so the two easily bonded over their shared interest in makeup and dancing. When the German let it slip that she was an entrepreneur with admiration for the Fernsbys’ brand, Amalia quickly took the bait. They eased into discussing jewelry designs and soon, Gaby was being invited to a business meeting with the aforementioned brand.
Meanwhile, Illya proved to be a quick study as Bernard took notice of the unfamiliar face’s skill in the sport. Even Napoleon was impressed at his colleague’s ability to pick up a skill after short observation. Illya humored Bernard in a friendly competition and after beating the latter, Bernard invited the agent to a few drinks. The blonde Russian told Mr. Fernsby that he recognized him from the paper and that he and his wife were investors who took interest in his work. Because of the good impression Illya made, he left the hall with the older man’s business card in hand.
Napoleon and Ilya took a shortcut to collect Gaby so they would be there before Bernard and avoid making it seem like they were tailing the Fernsbys. Gaby made a show of her affection to her “husband” in front of Amalia and let them get acquainted with each other. Several minutes passed until Bernard arrived, and he was pleasantly surprised to find the man who bested him at his favorite sport was the husband of his wife’s new friend. They all decided to get dinner together in the most posh restaurant of the city, allowing Gaby and Illya to underhandedly fish for information while securing their position in the couple’s good graces.
After Napoleon had driven the team back to the hotel, he slipped back out and made a quick trip to the diner. When he arrived, he made a beeline to the counter seating and was greeted by the petite brunette he met the night before.
“Leon, what brings you here?” she coquettishly asked as she beamed at him. “It’s way past your bedtime.”
“Oh you know, Eula” he playfully began, “swinging by to tip graciously.”
She shook her head and laughed at his response. “Alright, big guy. If you want your meal to be worth every penny, you better listen carefully.”
“I’m listening,” he responded in amusement.
“Turn to page four of the menu and order the last thing you see on the page. Best meal in the joint, but criminally underrated if you ask me.”
The emphasis she put on that particular word while giving him a perceptive glance didn’t go unnoticed. When he looked at her a split second later, she was acting as if nothing happened, so he let it slide. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“See? What did I tell you?” Eula said when she came by for the bill and saw that he wiped the entire plate clean.
“Worth every penny indeed.”
“It satiates the appetite, doesn’t it? Perfect solution for a midnight craving.”
“Quite the contrary,” he answered, catching her off guard. “I still have an unsatiated appetite for some fun. Maybe at the end of your shift?”
Eula was not finding it easy to resist temptation. Not when he was grinning at her roguishly with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. How easy would it have been for her to tell her boss that she was feeling unwell and needed to leave early? After all, it wasn’t a busy night, and they can probably afford to lose a waitress on the shift. But Eula needed to make ends meet and she knew it.
“Nice try,” she covered up her hesitation with a laugh. “But if I recall correctly, I said Friday night. Remember, good things come to those who wait.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Napoleon replied. “Until then.”
The American spy bid his waitress goodbye and made his way through the double doors of the diner, but not before bumping into a dapper young man and pickpocketing his wallet.
Napoleon had an earlier morning than he usually preferred as he had to drive Gaby and Illya to their business meeting. The Fernsbys had invited the “couple” to formally discuss the investment over brunch, which left Napoleon waiting in the car while finding some dull entertainment for him once again. His fellow agents finished the meeting just as he was taking his last bite of the hotdog he bought from a street vendor.
“Took you long enough,” Napoleon remarked when the pair entered the vehicle. “I trust it went well?”
“We were unable to get ourselves an invitation to their soiree on Saturday, so no,” Illya deadpanned.
“Cheer up, won’t you? We at least closed the deal and earned ourselves a visit to their inventory tomorrow,” Gaby consoled him. “Waverly told us they most likely hide the drugs in jewelry when they smuggle them, so we’ll have a chance to confirm whether he’s right or not.”
“Yes, but we won’t know how they smuggle the drug infused jewelries and who helps them do it, information we can learn by mingling with people at the soiree,” Illya bit back.
Gaby was about to sharply retort at Illya when Napoleon interrupted her. “Calm down, you two. I’m starting to think you’re filling in your shoes as a married couple a little too well judging by how you fight.”
“Shut up,” Gaby and Illya said in unison.
Napoleon chuckled at the coincidence and saw how they glared at each other. “Lucky for you, I have an invitation,” he informed them, taking one hand off the steering wheel to extract the invitation from his inside coat pocket.
“How did you get that?” Gaby questioned him.
“While you two were busy playing dress up as rich investors,” he answered, “I was able to swipe a ticket from an oblivious gentleman.”
“But you only have one,” Illya noted. “For yourself. This is not part of the plan.”
“It isn’t, but it’s better than the two of you showing up. The Fernsbys know they didn’t invite you,” Napoleon reasoned.
“They know they didn’t invite you either,” Gaby retaliated.
“Ah, that’s where your help comes in,” Napoleon told them. “The invitation was supposed to be for another woman, but unfortunately, she passed away very recently. Her son will come in her stead, and word has it, they’ve never even met the guy.”
“So you’ve done your homework,” Illya commented. “But how are we involved?”
“I’ve rented two cars for us to use. We need new plate numbers for this plan to work. A few hours before the soiree starts, go to the address where the invitation was mailed and tie up the guy. Make sure you knock him unconscious and slash his tires,” Napoleon instructed at a red light. “Make it seem like a burglary so he won’t suspect much. That should hold him off long enough for me to socialize with the guests and gather as much information as I can.”
The German protested, “I’m not stealing anything! That’s something you would do.”
“I didn’t say you had to,” Napoleon corrected. “Just dishevel the place a little bit and make him think you were there to steal something.”
“I don’t like the sound of trespassing, but it appears we have no choice.” Illya warned, “This plan of yours better work, Cowboy.”
“Peril, you wound me. When have I ever disappointed?”
Gaby and Illya discreetly scanned the Fernsbys’ inventory during their tour but found no traces of the drug.
“Of course they wouldn’t leave their drug lying around for strangers like us to see,” Gaby complained when they got back to the hotel. “I would have appreciated that distraction from Amalia’s incessant prattling.”
“Bernard’s arrogance is just as difficult to deal with,” Illya added on.
“Aren’t you glad you won’t be the ones dealing with them tomorrow night?” Napoleon gloated.
“You better not get distracted by some pretty lady in a tight dress. We’re counting on you,” Illya reminded him.
Henry Cavill appreciation (69 / ∞)
Story Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn’t know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Lizzy Moore)
Word count: 2.3K
Warnings: None…yet! Just some fluffy flirting still. 😬😘
A/N: YOU GUYS. I was NOT expecting the response I got over the first part! Like, I am overwhelmed in the best way possible. Like, what is real life?! I love you all so much, truly truly. Thank you to everyone who read, reblogged and/or commented. I feel so loved.
Beta: Thank you to @avengeful-bunny for being my fantastic beta AGAIN. Tis story wouldn’t be what it is with her. 💛💛💛
Tag team: @fishcustardandclintbarton @mary-ann84 @the-soot-sprite @henrythickcavill @contentobsessor @penwieldingdreamer @iloveyouyen @peakygroupie @hazel-eyed-hunter @promptandpros @sycochick @hell1129-blog @flouncingxtart @badoopwoop @carlya65 @badoopwoop @yespolkadotkitty @vania-marie @aaescritora @readings-of-a-cavill-lover @magdelen69 (I think I got everyone! If you want to be added or removed just let me know!)
Hey, so do you remember me telling you about that costuming girl? The one with the pink in her hair that brought me a shirt to my trailer the one time?
Oh, you mean the American girl with pink hair that you wouldn’t shut up about for a good two hours after you saw her? Yes. I think I VAGUELY remember. Why?
She accidentally texted me last night and we ended up talking for a while. She seems really REALLY cool.
She WHAT? OMG. Please tell me everything.
so i watched tourist (2010) because my amazon account said people who watched tmfu liked tourist and ummmm?? i was cackling at the little similarities like the “a girl from East Berlin whose father’s been kidnapped” line (in the script though it goes: “a girl from East Germany whose father’s been kidnapped by Soviet agents. They’re blackmailing you into stealing… probably a microchip.”)
and the bracelet with janus like solo’s ring???
the pjs???? okay they’re not that similar but i’m still laughing
anyway i enjoyed the movie
kinda grateful for the witcher for slowly reviving the man from uncle fandom. love that movie i need more people to talk to about it with.
Anyway, I’m going to answer them like this:
@mrs-landingham send me this lovely message:
My apologies for the complete fangirl message, but I just finished your TMFU Sky is No Man’s Land story and it was just amazing. I was so completely invested in the plot, characterisation, the whump! It had everything. Was even happier to click on your name and see you’ve wrote more in the fandom. It’s literally one of my favourite stories I’ve read in ANY fandom, so thank you so very much for sharing. Hope you have more stories up your sleeve because now I’m a complete glutton! Thank you again
Thank you so much! Nobody on this page should ever apologizing for fan girling
especially not my fans lol
I have to say that I’m really glad that people still read and enjoy this fic, bc honestly I’m very proud of it (even though I would change some parts or rewrite them now).
Yes, I’m still active in the tmfu fandom, although I’m writing in other fandoms as well and have very little time for writing these days. I plan to finish all my fics, even those that haven’t updated in a very long time, so more tmfu fics or updates are coming and I hope you enjoy them, too :)
Also thank you to the anon who said the following:
I absolutely love your UNCLE FIC! Huge kudos!!
One can never have enough kudos :D
Make me choose:
Please be more careful, little chop shop girl
It’s that time of year again where I obsess over The Man From UNCLE and pine for these two more than anything else in my life.