Illya has a secret. A shameful, shameful secret. (Except that it's not so shameful, really, and Gaby and Solo have their own secrets to share, as well.) The third installment of the bakery AU.

Napoleon has an unfortunate encounter that ends with him bleeding and locked in a vault, leaving him with no choice but to talk Illya through opening it before it's too late-a task that's easier said than done. Rating for the usual-violence and language.

Gaby is bruised and tired but theirs and home. This tiny room is safe for now and nothing will get past them, these walls they've built. Written for roadhymns in the Man from U.N.C.L.E Summer Solstice Gift Exchange 2018.

Istanbul is just a distant memory as the men from U.N.C.L.E. move on to their third joint mission: protecting a witness in '63 Boston while adjusting to their deep cover profiles. Meanwhile, Gaby is torn between her loyalty to her country and her feelings for her Russian partner in espionage. Rated M for swearing and later content.

In which the trio eats an unconventional dinner and argues about it. (Written in response to a prompt requesting some fluff from the bakery 'verse.)

Solo has a problem with communication. Gaby and Illya make him fix it. (Written in response to a prompt requesting an exploration of Solo's flat affect and unwillingness to admit to being in trouble.)

Their wings tell stories to those who know how to read them. (Written in response to a prompt that requested the trio with wings.)

There's nothing he can do but wait it out and hope that he can still live with himself when he emerges. (Warnings for discussion of depression and vague mentions of suicidal ideation.)

Just another smooth mission, based off an idea I had. Not slash at ALL.

Napoleon, Illya and Gaby are well aware that one cannot be a successful agent and not make a couple of dangerous enemies. Things get complicated when one of these enemies decides to get revenge on the trio.

Just a series of drabbles, some larger than others, based on the Gallya relationship and prompts from my friends. They're not in any type of chronological order. (Rating varies by chapter)

Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin are now in their old age and both attend Gaby's funeral after not having seen each other for decades.

Solo cuts it a little close when he's caught and interrogated on a mission. (Warning for semi-graphic descriptions of an injury and its treatment.)

The KGB has something that is precious to Illya. They think that they can use it to control him, but Napoleon and Gaby have other ideas as they work to help their friend. The KGB does not stand a chance when these three are involved. Some angst and hurt/comfort and maybe some romance later on. T for some content. PLEASE NOTE THAT CHAPTER 15 ONLY IS RATED M.

It will never be said aloud, under penalty of death, but Napoleon Solo is every bit a Mother Hen. He's always giving "tips". On the surface, it's a way for him to show off, to be the superior one and for that, he's a bit of cad, but for the other part, the part where he fusses over them, Gabriella Teller absolutely loves him.

Serie de historias que abarcan la vida de Illya y Gaby (con hijos y todo eso) a través de los años. Saltos en el tiempo, no están en orden cronológico. (Habrá, en algunos capítulos, puntos de vista. De momento están en tercera persona).

Gaby opens her eyes. "I want you to kiss me, Illya." And now she is almost angry at him for making her come out and say it. (First kiss, post-movie.)

It is hard not to notice his hands. (Gaby/Illya)

The fic in which Gaby needs to pass her Russian exam, unless she wants to be out of the next big mission. She tries studying by herself, but something happens. Yes, a giant Russian happens.

A collection of one shots based on moments between Illya and Gaby. Chapter 1- Illya comforts Gaby after a mission gone wrong. Illya's POV. Chapter 2- Gaby waits for Illya and does some reflecting in the process. Gaby's POV. Chapter 3- Illya is all nerves giving Gaby a birthday gift. Fluff alert. Illya's POV.

"What am I going to do with you?" Asked the American. Rubbing best he could at his forehead, willing away the threatening pulse of a tension headache. He snapped to attention at the out of place groan. The first sound of life he'd heard out of his cell mate since they'd been deposited there. "Illya?" Rated T for some violence, language, and innuendo.

Napoleon Solo finds eight bugs in his hotel room in Istanbul. Illya is unrepentant.

It's cold and bitter outside. Illya Kuryakin is uncharacteristically silent.

Gaby meets the strangest people at university. First, there's the suave Napoleon Solo, who seems oddly sincere beneath all his charm. Then there's Illya, glaring and glowering as he studies in a too small chair. Caution says she should probably stay away from them, but when has she ever listened to that? (College AU, Gaby x Illya, Napoleon totally ships it, friendships all around!)

Sometimes Napoleon hated how aware of everything he was, how his eyes noticed every detail they could. It annoyed him that he was such a skilled spy. gallya fic from napoleon's pov