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    Stiles and Lydia had been attacked the night of their graduation party. Now, they were something else. Something that craved deeply and painfully. Taking no other choice, they ran. Less they hurt those closest to them. Shame that they happened to run straight into a den full of werewolves.

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    24 Feb 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 43

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    Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin are just two men- with (unfortunately) conflicting personalities- trying to stop a criminal organization in possession of nuclear weapons. Set modern day, rather than the 1960s. NapKin.

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    21 Jan 2018

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    Napoleon has had an absurd soulmark since birth. It is faded grey, like all soulmarks are until one’s soulmate speaks the words, and scrawled along the inside of his forearm. He wears a band around the mark, because he does not want anyone to try to say it while he is on the job; luckily, a lot of people cover theirs, so he never stands out. Illya, for example, also wears one, and he has no idea what Illya’s soulmark could be.

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    21 Jan 2018

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    In the first month of being co-opted into working with Illya Kuryakin full time at U.N.C.L.E., Napoleon stole Illya’s father’s watch four times, twice out of spite, once out of drunken curiosity, and once out of sheer boredom. After the fourth time, Gaby sprained one of Napoleon’s fingers and threatened to do worse if he did it again.

    “You are not a spy,” she told him firmly, dangling the watch out of reach as Napoleon curled in a wincing, fetal position on his Le Corbusier couch in his upstate apartment. “You are a thief with the self-control of a child. Now give me back my ring.”

    “What ring?” Napoleon asked innocently, even through the pain.

    “How fond are you of your nose?” Gaby shot back blandly.

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    20 Jan 2018

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