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The Rapport

Posted by akane42me on 2017.02.21 at 10:51
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Welcome to The Raport - a Tuesday gathering place for writers on MFUWSS!
It's a place to plop down for a visit. A place to talk about what you're working on. About how the writing's going. About your accomplishments. About the bumpy bits along the way. Share a snippet, if you're so inclined!

The coffee's ready. Grab a mug. Let's talk:)


February 21, 2017

"In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly-fishing."
- Norman Maclean

"You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think."
- Dorothy Parker

"To lose one parent may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness."
- Oscar Wilde

Illya Kuryakin: "Oh, by the way, Bufferton is dead."
Napoleon Solo: "Well, that's life."




Are you smiling?

I like to write humorous stories once in a while, stuff I hope will make the reader laugh out loud. I enjoy the goofy mood I get in, walking around for days in silly land.

The story I'm working on these days is dark and moody. For balance, the opening scene's got some Kuryakin sarcasm, and the middle's got an Angelique/Victor dialogue intended to be humorous but it's not there yet. It's fun to work on this part, to smile in the middle of things. Writing humor for Solo and Kuryakin, for Angelique and Victor is always fun. They are smart people, and they say smart things that are funny. I like that kind of humor.

Do you write funny stories? Do you inject humor into your stories?
What have you been working on this week?  How's the writing going?
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Posted by akane42me on 2017.02.14 at 10:39
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Welcome to The Raport - a Tuesday gathering place for writers on MFUWSS!
It's a place to plop down for a visit. A place to talk about what you're working on. About how the writing's going. About your accomplishments. About the bumpy bits along the way. Share a snippet, if you're so inclined!

The coffee's ready. Grab a mug. Let's talk:)


February 14, 2017

"I adore adverbs; they are the only qualifications I really much respect."
- Henry James

"The road to hell is paved with adverbs."
- Stephen King

"If you are using an adverb, you are using the wrong verb."
- Kingsley Amis


It's Valentine's Day.  Let's talk about the love-hate relationship writers have with adverbs.

I came across a chapter on adverbs in 'Writing Tools' by Roy Peter Clark.
"Tool 5. Watch those adverbs. Use them to change the meaning of words."

Wait. What? Use them?  So adverbs aren't purely evil?  Whoops. So adverbs aren't evil incarnate?

Clark says, "At their best, adverbs spice up a verb or adjective. At their worst, they express a meaning already contained in it:
The blast completely destroyed the church office.
The cheerleader gyrated wildly before the screaming fans.
The accident totally severed the boy's arm.
The spy peered furtively through the bushes."

In these examples, Clark says we should drop the adverb because it "shortens the sentence, sharpens the point, and creates elbow room for the verb. Feel free to disagree."  I agree with Clark's advice to drop those adverbs, but I like that he allows the writer the freedom to choose.

A second fix is to find a better verb. Clark says, "How much better that "the audience pattered applause" than that it "applauded politely."

Clark shows us how adverbs can be a good thing - when they change the meaning of the verb. "To understand the difference between a good adverb and a bad adverb, consider these two sentences: "She smiled happily" and "She smiled sadly." Which one works best? The first seems weak because "smiled" contains the meaning of "happily." On the other hand, "sadly" changes the meaning."

Finally, Clark talks about attributes used by J.K. Rowling, who loves adverbs:
"said Hermione timidly."
"said Hermione faintly."
'he said simply."
"said Hagrid grumpily."
"said Hagrid irritably."

Oh boy. Attributes. That's a topic in itself.

Clarks' final advice? "If you want more money than the Queen of England, maybe you should use more adverbs. If your aspirations, like mine, are more modest, use them sparingly."


Are you an ever-vigilant scrubber of adverbs? When do you use them?

What have you been working on this week?  How's the writing going?  Feel free to share a snippet!

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The Alphabet Affair - Chapter P

Posted by spikesgirl58 on 2017.02.13 at 04:43
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Title - The Alphabet Affair - Chapter P
Author: Spikesgirl58
Genre - slash
Word count - 1,000
Prompts - Power and Prey



Kevin Lean was a very unhappy UNCLE agent. Not only had his partner gone missing, but it was obvious, even to Illya, that the fun aspect of dressing up had long lost its charm. He stared off into the distance, the rapidly changing lights reflecting across his face. Then Illya noticed the man’s eyes were glassy.

“Kevin, are you okay?” When the man didn’t respond, Illya reached out and turned his face towards him. “Kevin, are you ready to go?”

“But can I go here?” He took repossession of his face and looked towards the bathroom across the dance floor. “I don’t think I’m going to make it over there.”

That’s when Illya noted that Lean’s glass was half empty. “Maybe we need to get you some fresh air.” He stood and helped Lean to his feet. “You are such a lightweight, my dear” he said loudly. Softer, he asked, “Can you make under your own power?”

“I can try.” Lean took a shaky step and nearly collapsed to the floor.

“Trouble, gentleman?” A waiter dressed as a playing card approached them.

“I think my friend was over-served. I’m just taking him out for some air.”
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The Rapport

Posted by akane42me on 2017.02.07 at 09:32
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Welcome to The Raport - a Tuesday gathering place for writers on MFUWSS!
It's a place to plop down for a visit. A place to talk about what you're working on. About how the writing's going. About your accomplishments. About the bumpy bits along the way. Share a snippet, if you're so inclined!

The coffee's ready. Grab a mug. Let's talk:)


February 7, 2017

"Reading is what probably leads most writers to writing."
- Richard Ford

"Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window."
- William Faulkner


Write better by reading. Read better by writing.

I love to read.  I learned to read when I was four.  I wrote my first poem in fourth grade and started my first novel in sixth grade. I don't write a lot, but I know that reading often inspires me to sit down and do some writing.
This weekend I was sick, and did nothing but sleep and read.  Here's what I've been reading:

"Writing Down the Bones" by Natalie Goldberg.  I wound up skimming most of it. I loved it when I first read it years ago, but it was too touchy-feely for me this time around. Maybe because I was sick and grumpy.

"Ordinary People" by Judith Guest.  Goldberg's book has a blurb on the front cover: "Foreword by Judtith Guest, author of Ordinary People."  I'd never read it, and have meant to for years. When MTM passed away, it prompted me to request the book from the library.

"Guns, Germs, and Steel - The Fates of Human Societies" by Jared Diamond.  It was a birthday gift from my son Ben, who shares my love of reading. I don't read a lot of NF and know I should do so more often.

"Lila" by Marilynne Robinson.  I spotted it on a clearance rack at B&N and got it for 5 bucks!  What a deal!  Her writing makes me want to be a better writer.

Two books with the number twenty two in the title, purely coincidence:
"Catch-22" by Joseph Heller.  I was in the mood to revisit an old fave. Not sure how many times I've read it.
"Tricky Twenty-Two" by Janet Evanovich.  I read Evanovich to remind myself that sometimes it's just for fun.

Do you read a lot?  Have you got a favorite book or author who inspires you to write well?


What have you been working on this week?  How's the writing going?

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It's time for February's New Beta Challenge!

This month, the prompts are Power and Prey!


One or both prompts may be used for your story.
Stories can be 500 words or longer - no maximum limit.

Any genre is welcome.  Both TV-verse and Movie-verse are welcome!

You can post your story to MFUWSS any time.
If you miss the deadline, no worries. Submit it anyway!  

All readers are encouraged to be a Beta - just leave your feedback in the comments!


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Posted by akane42me on 2017.01.31 at 09:20
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Welcome to The Raport - a Tuesday gathering place for writers on MFUWSS!
It's a place to plop down for a visit. A place to talk about what you're working on. About how the writing's going. About your accomplishments. About the bumpy bits along the way. Share a snippet, if you're so inclined!

The coffee's ready. Grab a mug. Let's talk:)


January 31, 2017

"Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it."
- Collette

False starts. Rewrites.

You're starting a story. You're writing away. You're on fire. The next day you read what you wrote and know it's not going to see the light of day, at least not in the story you're working on.

You've finished a story, tweaked it, and sent it to your beta. She advises you to eliminate an entire section and scrub the characters in it from the whole story, and figure out a different way to get from A to C.  Also, the third act should take place before the second act, so you'll have to jigger the timing of things and add a couple of scenes. When you're done with that, re-write it so the POV is third person, limited to one character.  Then re-write it using past tense.


How do you deal wih false starts and re-writes?  Care to share your experience with us?


What have you been working on this week?  How's the writing going?

cat in tulips

How about a Spring Fling?

Posted by spikesgirl58 on 2017.01.29 at 04:43
Welcome to Spring Fling 2017!

Your challenge as a requestor? Find the perfect picture. It could be about cherry blossoms, new life, new beginnings with old friends. Post it in Scrapbook, along with your preferences - gen, het, slash, TV movie, etc. And then use the tag: Spring Fling 2017 story request. Then sit back. Your work is done.

Your challenge as a writer? Find a posted image that inspires you and claim it anonymously. Stories can be any length necessary to tell it, from a drabble to something much longer. You do not need to write a story to request one, but it's kinda nice if you can.

Posting will be March 18th in MFU_Scrapbook.

Questions? Concerns? Let me know!

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The Rapport

Posted by akane42me on 2017.01.24 at 09:53
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Welcome to The Raport - a Tuesday gathering place for writers on MFUWSS!
It's a place to plop down for a visit. A place to talk about what you're working on. About how the writing's going. About your accomplishments. About the bumpy bits along the way. Share a snippet, if you're so inclined!

The coffee's ready. Grab a mug. Let's talk:)


January 24, 2017

"Whatever it takes to finish things, finish. You will learn more from a glorious failure than you ever will from something you never finished."
- Neil Gaimen


WIPs. I have quite a few of them. Some are stories barely begun, maybe a page or two. A few are stories half written and one's mostly written. A few are quite old.
I've got one that makes my New Year's Resolution list every year. I work on it here and there and think, maybe this will be the year I finish it.

Do you have WIPs? Have you got one in particular that you really feel the need to finish, but don't?

What have you been working on this week?  How's the writing going?

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The Rapport

Posted by akane42me on 2017.01.17 at 10:47

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January 17, 2017

"The next day you look at the new pages. For once you don't want to burn them or give up writing forever.

It's a start, you say to the room.

That's about it. In the months that follow you bend to the work, because it feels like hope, like grace--and because you know in your lying cheater's heart that sometimes a start is all we ever get."




That's the ending of "The Cheater's Guide to Love", a short story by Junot Diaz.  The narrator, a writer, has lost the love of his life and can't get her back.  After I read it, I put the book down and said, "Oh, yeah."

Nancy Kress, in "Beginnings, Middles, and Ends", has this advice about short story endings:
"...the last paragraph of a short story is the power position--and within that position, the last sentence is the most powerful of all. Often--not infallibly, but often--the last sentence or paragraph evokes the theme of the entire story. Final sentences don't do this like Aesop's fables, flat-footedly stating a moral: Don't count your chickens bebore they hatch. Slow and steady wins the race. Instead, effective final paragraphs use action, symbol, or character's thoughts to seamlessly comment on the story's meaning while also bringing the plot to a close."

I struggle with endings. Many of them should be revised:)  My gut tells me so.

Have you written an ending you like a lot?  Feel like sharing?  What did it take to write it?



Welcome to The Raport - a Tuesday gathering place for writers on MFUWSS!

It's a place to plop down for a visit. A place to talk about what you're working on. About how the writing's going. About your accomplishments. About the bumpy bits along the way. Share a snippet, if you're so inclined!

The coffee's ready. Let's talk:)


Title: The Alphabet Affair - O
Author: Spikesgirl58
Rating: PG
Word Count: 982
Prompts: Obligation and Obsession.

Napoleon Solo traced a gouge in the table top. Someone in the distant past had carved out an initial. Now Napoleon picked at it with his fingernail. For seven hours he’d been held at this police station. The interrogation room smelled of stale coffee and sweat. Napoleon was fairly sure this was the stink of desperation.

He’d spotted his fellow UNCLE agent, Jack Sprat, only once as he was being dragged into a different interrogation room. Napoleon wondered if he was seated at a similar table, listening to an annoying buzz of a fluorescent light ballast, feeling the minutes stretch to hours as their partners remained without back up. He’d felt more at ease in a THRUSH cell. At least those captors believed him when he talked.

Napoleon looked down at his neatly trimmed fingernail. Just hours earlier he’d dragged that fingernail along Illya’s side, feeling the man’s body respond to his touch. God help these officers if anything happened to Illya while Napoleon was being held. He wasn’t about to lose his partner, not when he’d just really found him.
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Posted by akane42me on 2017.01.10 at 09:23
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January 10, 2017

Stephen King said, "An opening line should invite the reader to begin the story. It should say: Listen. Come in here. You want to know about this."

I came across that quote over the weekend, and with it in mind, began yesterday's writing session by taking a look at my current WIP's opening. It's fun to tweak the beginning of a story, to find the bait needed to lure the reader into taking a bite.

Have you written an opening sentence that you like a lot?  Feel like sharing?



Welcome to The Raport - a Tuesday gathering place for writers on MFUWSS!

It's a place to plop down for a visit. A place to talk about what you're working on. About how the writing's going. About your accomplishments. About the bumpy bits along the way. Share a snippet, if you're so inclined!

Grab your mug. Let's talk:)

Happy Nappy2

Calling all Gen writers!

Posted by spikesgirl58 on 2017.01.06 at 03:34
The Kuryakin File, one of the longest running gen MFU fanzines is again looking for stories for issue37. I need stories and art. Gen stories, artwork, poems, cartoons, filks, just about anything UNCLE related are welcomed. Run it past me and I’ll be the judge if it will work in this zine. All manuscripts will be edited. The zine is pdf only, mainly due to printing costs a contributer's copy will be sent to anyone who submits to the zine.

Send all submissions to me at: lemadden52@gmail.com

No deadline at this time, but really would like to publish by mid May, 2017.

Thanks, and any questions, just ask.

Lisa

Lisa Madden
NorthCoast Press
lemadden52@gmail.com

This issue will be dedicated to Robert Vaughn.

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The Rapport

Posted by akane42me on 2017.01.03 at 10:03
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January 3, 2017

When I was in college my favorite place to hang out was a little coffee house on Main Street called The Rapport. It was a little hole-in-the-wall place with a six-foot service counter and a half dozen wooden spool tables encircled by mis-matched, banged up wooden chairs. If you were lucky, you could snag one of three weathered barn board tables butted against the big old store front window and watch the cars and people pass by on their way downtown. If you were really lucky, you could get the one on the end with the bench shoved against the wall, and you could sit sideways and stretch your legs out. You could read and write, and listen to jazz, grooved, cooled out jazz, for as long as you wanted. They didn't care how long you sat there. They didn't care if you only ordered one coffee. It was great. You never knew who would walk through the door, spot you, and plop down for a visit.


Welcome to The Rapport - a Tuesday gathering place for writers on MFUWSS!

It's a place to plop  down for a visit. A place to talk about what you're working on. About how the writing's going.  About your accomplishments. About the bumpy bits along the way. Share a snippet, if you're so inclined!

So grab your mug.  Let's talk:)

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It's time for January's New Beta Challenge!
We'd love to see more authors participate in the challenge.
If you've been tempted to give it a try, please do!

This month, the prompts are
Obligation
and Obsession.


One or both prompts may be used for your story.
Stories can be 500 words or longer - no maximum limit.

Any genre is welcome.  Both TV-verse and Movie-verse are welcome!

You can post your story to MFUWSS any time.
If you miss the deadline, no worries. Submit it anyway!  

All readers are encouraged to be a Beta - just leave your feedback in the comments!


Come and join us in the Canteen
all day on Dec 17 to have a bit of holiday cheer!
Pause to listen to some music, share a story or two and
have a holly jolly Christmas!


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The Alphabet Affair - N

Posted by spikesgirl58 on 2016.12.06 at 06:33
Title: The Alphabet Affair – N
Author: Spikesgirl58
Genre: Slash
Prompts: nemesis and Noel

The nightclub was a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. All around people, as equally colorful and varied as the club danced to a steady thrum of a beat.

Illya held onto Lean as he felt the man start to wobble. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, these heels are just a bit higher than I’m used to.” At Illya’s double take, he laughed. “Got you! You think everyone here is gay, don’t you?”

Illya smirked, saying, “You say that like it’s a bad thing, but, no, I do not. However, I’m going to wager that a good number of people here are. Do you know what Delno Vickrey looks like?”

“I studied his photo, yeah, although with the lighting, he might be hard to spot… if he’s here at all.”

“Do you want a drink?” Illya guided Lean to a small table.

“On duty?”

“On, off, we would look odd to be at a nightclub without something. Wait here.” Illya squared his shoulders and headed for the bar. He was wedged in between a young man who was wearing just a bit too much cologne and a… person, although Illya would be hard pressed to go any further than that. Various employees roamed the club, dressed as Alice in Wonderland characters while above their heads, a giant Cheshire cat sat, its animatronic tail swished now and again. Then he saw Grigory and instantly spun back to face the bar.
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So, I've found myself in the need of a beta-reader again. Fic this time is once again of the Napoleon/Illya flavour, only PG (maybe edging towards R-ish in a few places), but it is a solid 23,000 words worth of detailed canonical references, elaborate crack-theories, shameless historical geekery, and ridiculously over-extended UST.

I have already had two different betas volunteer but wind up unable to help me out thanks to other commitments, and the fic has now been in various stages of limbo since July. If anyone is in a position to wade through this monster for me in relatively short order, I'd be very grateful.

For some idea of what you're getting into, one partial scene under the cut.

The other half of the trouble with Napoleon is that no matter how many women Illya may have had to watch him woo, there are still those moments that make him... wonder.Collapse )

The other half of the trouble with Napoleon is that no matter how many women Illya may have had to watch him woo, there are still those moments that make him... wonder. For a man so incurably fond of flirting with each and every member of the opposite sex to cross his path, Napoleon sometimes seems to forget to stop flirting when there isn't a woman in sight.

"I am afraid," Napoleon announces, buttoning his cuffs in front of the mirror, "that I will have to deprive you of my fine company for a few hours. Do you have everything you need?"

Illya frowns, upsetting the balance of the ice-pack resting on his brow, and forcing him to shove it back up out of his eyes. The only woman he can clearly remember meeting today had been a THRUSH medical technician holding the syringe. He tries to recall whether there'd been any attractive nurses back at the hospital earlier in the afternoon, but his head swims with the effort. "When did you manage to line up a date in all the excitement?" he asks, suspicious.

Napoleon's smile is rueful. "The only date I have lined up for this evening is with the town mayor. I'm told he wants to know on whose authority people have been detonating explosives within reverberation distance of his constituency. UNCLE has deputised me to smooth things over."

"Ah." Now that Illya looks again, Napoleon isn't dressed for an evening out. He needs that second look – everything in his field of view is still fuzzy around the edges, thanks to whatever they'd given him in the hospital to help bring him down. "How lucky they had someone so uniquely qualified to explain how that came about."

Napoleon catches his eye in the mirror. "He may have some questions about reports of a nearly-naked man attempting to make a getaway over a rooftop too, of course," he adds, which Illya supposes is much the retort he's been subconsciously waiting for for some time. But if Napoleon wants to laugh at him, he's probably earned it.

"Then you can tell him his nearly-naked man has been reunited with his pants and is recovering comfortably in your hotel room," Illya suggests. Not the same pair he'd been wearing this morning, admittedly, wherever those might be now. Lost in the blur that is nearly everything after his THRUSH captors had wheeled him into the boardroom on a gurney is the key detail that would explain why he'd been down to his underwear when Napoleon finally got to him out on the roof. Perhaps the lab techs had wanted him to look vulnerable? It's certainly possible. Illya thinks he'd rather prefer that to be the case, when the alternative is that he'd rid himself of his pants later on his own initiative, for reasons he has little hope of reconstructing now, and even less desire to try.

A captured UNCLE agent must have seemed the ideal subject for a live demonstration of their new fear toxin: after all, if the drug could reduce a professional enemy spy to a paranoid wreck, it could surely do the same for anyone. Having experienced first hand the devastating effects of Gervaise Ravel's own fear agent, Illya would hardly have been inclined to argue the point, and had resigned himself to the inevitability of another experience very much the same vein – at least up to the point where his adrenaline-fuelled thrashing had overcome the restraints holding him to the gurney, leading to an altercation in which he had apparently wrestled a gun away from a guard and wounded at least three people before climbing out a window. It was probably for the best he was out of bullets by the time Napoleon got to him with a syringe full of the antidote – by then camped out under the overhang of an access stairwell on the roof, glaring blearily out into a world that was bright and sharp and over-full, and he himself distinctly under-dressed.

Here in the present, Napoleon raises his eyebrows in amusement, and it's only when Illya sees his expression that it occurs to him that the part about 'recovering in Napoleon's hotel room' probably came out sounding more suggestive aloud than it had in his head.

"You'll understand if I might word that one a little differently in case there are any little birdies still hovering in our vicinity." Napoleon's eyes faintly glitter with amusement. "I should probably check in with the clean-up crew while I'm out."

"Let me know if they've found my dignity in the rubble," says Illya, who is too mature to attempt to hide under his pillow from the trainwreck that has become of his day, but only just. "I suspect it will be right at the bottom, probably in several pieces."

Napoleon winces, and has the decency to look fuzzily sympathetic. "You know I would have offered you my coat for the way down..."

"If you wanted to complete my image of the neighbourhood flasher lurking in the bushes behind the playground, certainly."

"I don't know that it's so bad as all that," Napoleon tries, his wince settling into something more in the vicinity of a pout.

"I'd argue with you, but I honestly don't remember much of it," Illya admits. "I'm going to have to read your report just to find out what I've been up to all day, which I can't say I'm looking forward to."

"I don't know what you mean," says Napoleon, straightening his tie. "Agent Kuryakin performed an admirable diversionary service, shaking off the effects of the latest THRUSH paranoia toxin to disable at least three guards before making his escape, leading them all on a merry chase across the rooftops and providing Agent Solo with ample time set the charges and plan their exit strategy."

Illya shoots another look at the mirror, though it's far too high up to reflect his own face from where he sits on the bed. He must look truly dire if Napoleon is working so hard to lift his spirits. Perhaps for once, defensive pessimism has done its job. "So. No date then?"

"None lined up at this time." Finished with his tie, Napoleon pats him on the ankle as he passes the bed. "But you never do know how the evening may turn out."

Illya feels uncomfortably certain he can see the shape of his own already. "If the mayor has a beautiful daughter, I'd advise you to leave her alone."

"And risk having to admit that to our superiors? Illya, you wound me."

Napoleon, Illya decides, is far too chipper for a man whose own partner had very nearly taken him as an enemy plant earlier that day. "One would almost think you'd spent enough time wrestling nearly naked people to the ground for one day."

"Or vice-versa," Napoleon comments, or mumbles, in an off-hand sort of way that Illya is less than sure he was supposed to have heard at all. From the depths of the crowded fog of his recollections, a memory stirs. Illya experiences a sudden and vivid flashback to what may have been his first moment of clarity in what had felt like countless hours of being hunted across the rooftops of the compound by a seemingly infinite army of armed THRUSH enforcers, dogging his footsteps and imitating the voices of his friends. Then, in the midst of all that fury, the terrible the realisation that what he'd taken as an enemy impostor posing as Napoleon was no enemy at all but the real thing, in incalculable danger from an untold number of THRUSH snipers peering from shadowy stealth helicopters over their heads, if Illya couldn't get to him right now...

"Please tell me I didn't." Sense memory is a vicious thing, and Illya fervently hates it. Why the thought of Napoleon having to tackle him in order to stab him with the syringe of the counter-agent should be the substantially less mortifying option is beyond him to justify; all Illya knows is the very organic fear that this could be one he'll never manage to live down.

Stopped in the doorway, Napoleon looks back over his shoulder with a playful smile. "Illya," he says, tapping the side of his nose, voice pitched low as if sharing some particular secret, "a gentleman never tells," and leaves Illya alone in their hotel room with a bag of ice on his head and a warm, fluttery feeling in his gut he'll later try to blame on the cocktail of drugs working their way through his system, or perhaps indigestion – anything, really, except the sinfully low pitch of Napoleon's voice as he flirted shamelessly to reassure his convalescing partner.


(There are a couple more such snippets over on my tumblr, if you're curious. The dates on those demonstrate pretty neatly how long this poor thing has been stuck in limbo by now.)


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We are opening the December challenge early!


The December prompts are Nemesis and, in honor of the season, Noel!


One or both prompts may be used for your story.
Stories can be 500 words or longer - no maximum limit.

Any genre is welcome.  Both TV-verse and Movie-verse are welcome!

You can post your story to MFUWSS any time.
If you miss the deadline, no worries. Submit it anyway!  

All readers are encouraged to be a Beta - just leave your feedback in the comments!

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The Alphabet Affair - M

Posted by spikesgirl58 on 2016.11.06 at 14:18
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Title: The Alphabet Affair - M
Author: Spikesgirl58
Genre: slash
Word count: 1118
Prompts: Minion and Moscow


The four men sat in a sedan, only the tip of its hood highlighted by the streetlight. It buzzed and flickered on and off as if trying to signal someone in an indecisive way.

“I don’t like it.” That was apparent by Napoleon’s tone, not to mention his glare. “I’m the senior agent here and I should be going in.”

“And Delno Vickrey knows you on sight. The last thing I want to do tonight is have to rescue you from his clutches… again.” Illya Kuryakin was putting the finishing touches on his disguise. “Hopefully, he never got a good look at me.”

“Even if he did, it’s unlikely he would know you now.” Napoleon caught sight of his partner in the rearview mirror. The moustache and hooked nose were enough to disguise Illya’s face, but the addition of the color contact lenses was the final stroke. Napoleon found it a little sad that the blue eyes he was so accustomed to now hid behind brown lenses.

“With any luck, we will be in and out in a heartbeat.” Lean was working on his own makeup. “How do I look?”

His partner half turned and made a face. “Like a Bowery drag queen. You could back off on the eye shadow.” Sprat tossed his handkerchief from the front seat.

“You’re just jealous that you don’t have such marvelous eyes in such a marvelous face. Is that marvelous?” Lean’s voice had gone up an octave and he fluffed the wig he was wearing. He picked the handkerchief and stuffed it down his bodice. “I shall indeed carry your colors into battle, m’lord.”
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