A merry morning
Word count:1091
Napoleon Solo x Wife reader
Tags: just fluff and teasing. Mentioning of alcohol I guess, nothing bad.
Hi everyone. me again, This is a story is for @toomanystoriessolittletime Christmas challenge. Thank you for letting me participate.
my prompt was 17 “I have video proof of you doing karaoke of Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you.” “I have to rethink our marriage.”
Enjoy.
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Christmas, the holiday almost everyone loves, some are not even Christians, but they do. It could be the peacefulness that downs on everyone, it could be the idea of being with the ones you love, it could be the lights and the gifts, it could be the drinks and food. It's a lot of reasons. For some, the luckiest ones, it's all of these.
Those people include the Solos. Napoleon Solo and his wife.
They met when they worked at a mission together. She as the spy, and best hacker anyone could find. And him as the great spy he is. They pretended to be newly wed, and stayed at the same hotel in Paris as the person they needed to keep an eye on. They clicked from the beginning, and he started to have a strong interest in her when she didn't seem to have one towards him. He tried his best for over a year to make her say yes to a date, but she didn't. He tried and tried. So many times. So many ways. She didn't budge, but he didn't give up, he liked her so much more than he should. So he kept on trying.
And once she felt like he wouldn't play her, like he'd be worthy of her time, after 13 months. She finally agreed. He was confused at first, then shocked, and finally happy and smug. She didn't see, but he made a small dance when no one was looking.
Four years, 6 months, and a day later, they are celebrating their first Christmas as a husband and wife. Their marriage was something people both loved and envied. They loved each other, were each other's best friend, took care of each other, and had a very fun relationship, pranking, joking, laughing, they did it all. They disagreed, of course, they fought, but they have a rule, where they never go to bed angry at all. Their marriage was everything someone would want.
On the couch of their shared home, Y/N was watching TV, while Napoleon over slept. They had this time off, no missions, no people, they were just them, and they loved it. They were so care free, like they had nothing to be ready for, like there was nothing to their past they had to carry, just two normal people, they loved it. They even had a movie marathon the night before, with pizza and wine, or rather a mix of different alcohol with wine, they got drunk, Napoleon probably will wake up with a hangover.
She can't wait to show him what she found on her phone.
Like he knew she was thinking about him, Napoleon walked into the room with gray sweatpants and his white shirt that was stained from the slice that fell on him last night. His brows were pulled together, and his eyes were narrowed. Yes, he woke up hangover.
She smiled at him when he sat down beside her, and leaned his head on her shoulder, moaning when she massaged his head the way he always enjoyed. "Slept good?" She asked.
"Slept good yes, but woke up not so much. Thanks for the water, and medicine, by the way." Napoleon said "I have to get ready, I barely have time."
Y/N frowned, where did he want to go?
When she voiced her thought, he looked at her with a questioning gaze, he think he already told her, she could see. Then it hit her, the small mission he wanted to go to so he doesn't attend the party their work friends had invited hem to.
Will and his boyfriend Jason, were their co-workers, They were two of the armorers that worked for the CIA, the two were originally Napoleon's friends, that's how they became, Y/N friends. They partied every year with friends, but due to work, The Solos don't usually attend their partys. This year though, Y/N wants to go, and she wants to go with her husband, she knows he would enjoy it. He just doesn't want to admit it.
"You are not going, we already Discussed that." His wife said.
"I can't not go, I've already told them I will"
"Yes, you can, and no you didn't. The thing is in three days, and they didn't even ask for a volunteer. The only place we are going to is the party, and you are going to enjoy it, I know you will."
"I am not going."
Yes, you are."
"You can't make me"
'Oh, but I can' she thought to herself with a devilish smile. He knows her, he especially knows this look, there is nothing good coming, not for him.
"What?" He asked.
It was the perfect moment to tell him about the treasure she found this morning. “I have video proof of you doing karaoke of Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you.” said the love of his life.
The look on his face when he heard those words come out of her mouth, was something he wouldn't show even the bad guys as they are about to kill him. He looked mortified, eyes wide open, lips pressed together, jaw clenched. It was a sight to see.
"You are lying." She heard while laughing. He sounded so unsure of himself. He knew she was telling the truth.
"You will come with me to the party, and you will enjoy your time." She told him. Oh how much she loved blackmailing him.
"Or what?" He said while narrowing his blue, brown dotted eyes. She loved his eyes, spent so many times gazing into it. They are beautiful, she always thought.
"I will send it to Illya, and we both know it won't end up there."
“I have to rethink our marriage." She laughed, softly, and he smiled, for the first time this morning, he knew her so well, he knew she was just joking, she is doing that just to make him feel happy, and have fun. There's a reason he married her. She was everything he wanted, everything he needed. She was, indeed, everything he wanted for Christmas, and for the rest of his life. She was the best decision he made, and his every day resolution.
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Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you have a great day, and a great new year. Hopefully it'll be a better one. All the love.