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22 July 2016 @ 11:50 am
Name: THE WAY THEY WERE
Genre: GEN
Length: approx 725 words
Rating: Everyone
Warnings: None

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22 July 2016 @ 11:44 am


I am opening posting for the QuoteME #3: 2016 challenge a day early on Section VII as I just won't be around a computer this weekend. So go for it, starting now! ;-)

Please be sure and give your post a subject reflective of the challenge (including a title for the story itself). Do use the quoteme tag to identify your story. As a courtesy, please remember to place the majority of your story under a cut.

Posting for the challenge will be open until Saturday, July 31st.
 
 
22 July 2016 @ 09:15 am
Fan Fiction is why we're here, so let's use our imaginations and see how these scenarios turn out.

Poll #2050234 What Would They Do If This Happened?

If there's only room for one at a time, who goes first?

Napoleon
18(69.2%)
Illya
3(11.5%)
It's a battle
5(19.2%)

The girl is looking at Illya, does Napoleon let him have her?

Yes
4(15.4%)
No
9(34.6%)
Illya takes her, it has nothing to do with Napoleon
13(50.0%)

Napoleon just stole the girl, again. Illya takes solace in...

A bottle of vodka
5(19.2%)
The next pretty girl he sees
7(26.9%)
Formulating a plan for revenge
14(53.8%)

Mr. Waverly is down, who administers CPR?

Napoleon
5(19.2%)
Illya
14(53.8%)
Neither, trust me.
7(26.9%)

Wanda just caught Napoleon in the Map Room with another woman. Does she...

Ignore it, Napoleon can't be caged.
13(50.0%)
Fume first, plot to humiliate the woman at just the right time.
6(23.1%)
Go find Illya
7(26.9%)

A woman is stalking the Russian, but he doesn't think she's dangerous.

He confronts her and takes her to dinner
5(19.2%)
He confronts her and interrogates her
9(34.6%)
He has Napoleon confront her. Problem solved.
12(46.2%)

You show up at Napoleon's door. Do you...

Introduce yourself and throw yourself into his arms
2(7.7%)
Demurely ask if he's available for dinner
5(19.2%)
Peek past him to see if Illya is there before asking to borrow a cup of sugar.
19(73.1%)
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21 July 2016 @ 07:38 pm
The story is posted in the Map Room
as it is Het.
I hope you enjoy it.
 
 
21 July 2016 @ 11:36 pm
The following link takes you to my story Chasing Rainbows, posted on AO3.
The story is related to and runs in parallel with "The I Have Your Back Affair" , told this time strictly from Illya's point of view.
When Illya is ordered to rescue an American UNCLE agent from a THRUSH satrap in the middle of a Russian Winter, he knows he has a difficult and dangerous job on his handsand is forced to make some very difficult choices. Can he succeed? Can the agent, Napoleon Solo, ever forgive him?http://archiveofourown.org/works/7549498
 
 
 
21 July 2016 @ 01:46 pm

This is from a few years ago, back when I trying my dead levelist to explore just how wretched I could make Illya feel... shakes her head in wonderment... Anyway, it seems to be one of those 'make of it what you will' stories; people see what they see I suppose.
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21 July 2016 @ 12:15 am

Mr. Waverly and his Number Two Enforcement Agent sat watching the CEA attempt to interrogate THRUSH operative Angelique DeChien. She had been given Veritol 19, the truth serum developed by Illya himself. No dirty bird prior to today, to his knowledge, had managed not to succumb to the drug, but there she sat, head drooping as if she had had too much to drink, but not so much that her tongue had been loosened, much to Napoleon’s frustration.

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*Veritol 19 is a truth serum I introduced in earlier stories.  The modification is that the amnesia can be set to last anywhere from two to five days.

Paper Tiger Lyrics:

Quit beatin' your chest and actin' like you're gonna bite a big hole out
of me
Quit messin' and testin' cuz this ain't at all impressin' to me
Paper tiger, paper tiger, you paper tigers are all alike
Your roar is much worse than your bite.
Quit spyin' and sighin' and lyin' and tryin' to be so mean
Cuz you ain't scarin' nobody, baby, you're just makin' a scene
Paper tiger, paper tiger, you're just a'flutterin' in the tree
Ain't shakin' no one but the leaves
Oh how you try to be so brave
Thinkin' that I'll run back to ya and be afraid
And so you try to come on strong
Thinkin' that I will go along, but you're wrong
Paper tiger, paper tiger, you paper tigers are all alike
Your roar is much worse than your bite.
Your roar is much worse than your bite.
SPOKEN FADE:C'mere, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty, kittyah ha ha ha ha

 
 
Current Location: Queens, New York, USA
 
 
21 July 2016 @ 12:10 am
It's time to post your Song Story Challenge Tales for July!
 
 
Current Location: Queens, NY
 
 
Two men leaned against the bar. Neither of them had spoken, save to order their drinks. Both were caked in mud and dust, and the shorter, blond one had blood running down his face from a small wound in his temple.

The drinks were delivered; a vodka for the blond, and a scotch for the brunet. They raised their glasses in a silent toast before knocking the spirits back in one swift motion.

“This is just a suggestion, Tovarisch, but do you think you could make the bomb timer slightly longer next time?”

“We’re alive, therefore the explosion was successful.”


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Kuryakin stopped dead in his tracks.


In front of him, blocking his path was a giant of a man, nearly seven feet tall.


Illya had to get out with the microchip he’d stolen. He charged, thinking the bigger they are, the harder they fall; yet after delivering a series of ineffective punches and karate chops, the Russian went reeling.

Time to fight dirty. He leapt into the air, driving downwards, foot against the man’s knee.


“The bigger they are the harder they fall,” Illya repeated as the giant went down yowling in pain; his kneecap shattered.


Kuryakin didn’t look back...