Our fandom boasts an unusually high percentage of quality writers, and I think almost all of us have something lying around of the proper length. Besides, it seems to me that sharing that outside can only be to the good.
So shall we join them?
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cross-posted to
network_command,
mfuwss and my account.
You may have noticed that I have been very quiet lately. That is because I have been in the hospital six times in nine months. ( go here )
Because I always seem to leave posting these until the Monday. Maybe I just want to make sure there's enough stories all weekend long!
Title: Aches
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Illya/Napoleon
Summary: After a mission, Illya finds himself suffering. Napoleon offers to help.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, MGM and all the others… I just borrow them every now and then :) And I promise to give them back… eventually! Feedback makes friends!
Author's Notes: Written for the 2012 Easter Egg gift exchange on
mfuwss. This is for
loxleyprince. And endings are not my strong point… *sigh*

The request was for something “about our Pretty at the beach.” I hope this is satisfactory.
Slash
( Pasha’s Pashka )
Title: Dominoes
Pairing: IK/NS
Genre: Slash
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine; no profit; for fun; don't sue.
Summary: My response to
elmey's prompt "A game of dominoes".
Thank you for the prompt, my friend, and a very happy Easter to you.
Author's note: It isn't anywhere near 500 words. I'm sorry. I'm rubbish at drabbles :o(
My thanks as always to my fab betae
dinahmt and
cousinnat. Any remaining howlers and lumpy bits are all mine.
( Dominoes )
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
For Glenna, who wanted our world-weary boys to find hope in a dark hour
SPRING THAW
Prague
April, 1968
They wandered up Dlouhá Street, basking in the warm Spring sunshine -- just a couple of workers out for a Sunday stroll. Illya adjusted the collar of his sports coat, twisting his body slightly as he did so, the better to monitor their surroundings for signs of the Státní Bezpečnost, Czechoslovakia's despised Secret Police apparatus. Beside him, Napoleon angled the brim of his hat and did the same.
“I'm not picking up any tails,” Napoleon said quietly. “How about you?”
“No, but that is no guarantee where the StB are concerned. We should remain on guard.”
“Agreed.”
“That is a ridiculous hat, by the way.”
“I think it looks jaunty. Besides, you said we should try to blend in.”
Illya snorted. “Blend in, yes. Just not with the Von Trapp family.”

Spotsycool wanted a story about Napoleon finding a poem and finding out that Illya wrote it...
Thanks to Spikesgirl for her help!
And I forgot the word count... Sorry....