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mrua7
09 March 2019 @ 09:53 am

WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE gives you, the writers and readers of MFU fanfiction, the opportunity to post your personal recs, be it your own stories or those of your favorite authors.

Find your faves from way back when and revive them here, or rec a more recently written story. Post a link to those stories here



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Thank you! We're looking forward to reading your stories!

 
 
mrua7
09 March 2019 @ 10:00 am
I'm recommending the current ABC Affair Challenge stories that began posting on March 6th. Just go to the Section 7mfu Archive for the start date to begin reading. Some stories are stand alones, some are WIPS and everyone is great!
It's not too late to join in!

Here's the prompts. 26 Days- 26 stories!


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glennagirl
09 March 2019 @ 10:03 am

C is for Cajun's Know How To Eat!



“Y’all gonna love this… mmm’mmm!”

The person exclaiming the good news was a big man with a Cajun accent whose expertise in the kitchen was widely held to be nearly magic.  Illya Kuryakin was eager to test his skills, while Napoleon Solo stood back and observed the teaming life within the big black kettle.

“Now, we gonna season just so…’ Chef Paul threw in a mixture of dry seasonings that he did not explain, adding a dollop (something Illya took on faith as a legitimate measurement), of a red sauce that promised to ‘kick up the heat’.

The process went on until the bright red shells of the crawfish proved the perfect cook, and they were scooped up onto platters; one for each person at the table.

Lessons were provided by the experienced, showing the New York UNCLE agents the proper way to get to the meat and taste the perfect bite that each little crustacean yielded.

Illya was soon well into his generous mound of crawfish, embellished by corn on the cob and potatoes that had been cut into pieces and boiled in the same kettle.  One after the other he twisted the tail, breaking it so that he could pull out the one plump piece of meat.

Napoleon was slower to gain a rhythm to his consumption, but he was enjoying the meal.  The New Orleans office was proving to be a very generous and happy place to visit.

 
 
mrua7
09 March 2019 @ 11:30 am


Their time in New Orleans had to include a visit to the open-air coffee shop on Decatur Street in the French Quarter known as the Café Du Monde. It was famous for its café au lait and beignets among other things. It was so popular with both locals and tourists that it was open twenty-four hours a day.


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ssclassof56
09 March 2019 @ 11:38 am
For the foolhardy but much-appreciated few who have followed along with my WIP, The Breach of Promise Affair, I give you the next chapter.

*cough* No, it’s not finished yet. *cough*

The link goes to AO3.

Chapter 12
 
 
 
alynwa
09 March 2019 @ 11:43 am
Click on the image to go to AO3.

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Current Location: Henderson, Nevada
 
 
jantojones
“What are we doing here?” complained Napoleon. “This surveillance job could easily be done by junior agents.”

He and Illya were sitting at the world-famous Café Du Monde coffee stand, in the French Quarter of New Orleans. The location was particularly pleasing to Illya Kuryakin, who was content to try everything on offer. He had already demolished more than his fair share of beignets.

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hypatia_66
09 March 2019 @ 06:18 pm

Napoleon seems entranced, Illya steers him away...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14887544

Illya to the rescue
Illya to the rescue


 
 
jantojones
09 March 2019 @ 06:34 pm
This is a short piece (only 616 words) but I hope you find it enjoyable; be it your fist time reading it, or your second.

Click the pic to go to AO3.


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jkkitty
09 March 2019 @ 11:17 pm
The men hurried out of the restaurant following Crocker who had turned and hurried out of place.  

“You know this could be a trap, right?”  Illya asked.

“Do you have a better idea on how to find his headquarter?”  Napoleon called over his shoulder keep an eye on Crocker’s head.

“Not at the moment, but hopefully we do not wind up as alligator bait,” Illya muttered trailing his partner.

As they turned onto the next street, they were surrounded by a crowd.

“Finding him in this dumonde will be impossible,” Illya complained.

“Pardon me?” 

“Really Napoleon you insist on using a French accent which you cannot achieve but do not know any French itself.  It means a lot of people that at this time are blocking our vision of Crocker.”

“I know French for your information just not that word.  I thought it was a restaurant as there’s one right there named DuMonde.”  Napoleon answered indignantly.