So, a little something to warm our hearts and maybe even our cockels, whatever those are ;)
I looked out the window into a frozen landscape, shivered at the feel of the cold glass beneath my fingers. My little vacation hadn’t gone as planned; the weather had produced an unexpected storm and now I was ... stuck. Here, in this cabin, all alone instead of with George.
George, my trusty and reliable boyfriend of two years who was now at the bottom of the mountain and unable to get past the frozen deadlock that was the road here. I would just have to weather this little glich ... Oh, pun definitely intended. I have no one else to amuse me.
Maybe this wasn’t all bad, I mean it did give me time to think about things. Things like George. The two years with him had been ... hmmm... okay. As boyfriends went, George was stalwart and kind, courteous ... not exactly the thrilling romance I had envisioned for myself. He was handsome, I had to admit it, and in my rather shallow way it was had first attracted me to him. Thinking back on that first encounter, I could see now that it had never been enough, but he was a good catch and I was a career girl in New York City and in need of someone to help guide me through the turbulent sixties.
I saw something in the haze of white that was the view from my icy window. It looked like ... Suddenly my heart was gripped with something like alarm. There was a man out there, stumbling towards my cabin. I couldn’t make out very much about him, he seemed to be the same color as the snow covered ground, and he was struggling to keep moving. I hesitated and then, with an abandon that would later shock and amaze me, I opened the door and headed into the wintry scene. As my foot touched the wooden planks of the small porch he looked up, a pleading expression in vivid blue eyes that seemed to call to me in a visceral fashion that literally made my heart leap.( Read more... )
Last week I invited everyone to submit a 'fantasy' in order to receive a story based on that. laurose8 suggested a story where Illya is well dressed for an event and Napoleon is tattered, bum like. Here it is...
A dazzling array of the city’s finest folk were shamelessly on display at the opening of a small but important art gallery. In spite of the new Mod garb favored by some, this crowd tended to more traditional, decidedly glamorous fashion. Swinging London still had a ways to go in order to overtake New York when it came to good old fashioned (pardon the pun), couture.
Among the well dressed and seasonably blond was a young man of slight build and haughty demeanor. He fit this crowd better than he would have liked, met their criteria for beauty and disdain with painstaking accuracy. Illya Kuryakin would gladly have traded places with his partner, and in most cases it would have been Solo in the elegant tuxedo rather than the disapproving Russian.( Read more... )
Find the requests by clicking the tag below: mfu fantasy day
I'll start with a loser. Please delete if it's outside the rules. Not at all what you're looking for, and more a bit of background, anyway. But an affair where Illya is called on to be impeccably dressed in the classsiest of clothes. And Napoleon, on purpose or not, goes scruffy, with extra points for beatnikery.
I'm sure this must have happened in canon (I can't remember just now) but I wouldn't mind seing it in fanon, too.
Our first 'Fantasy' and it's a nifty one. If you'd like to claim this one just say so, then post the story next Wednesday with a nod to
- Post a request for a fantasy story/vignette
- You can post it as yourself or as Anonymous
- Gen situations please. If it is mildly Het we can post it over in mfu_map_room
- Stories can be posted the following Wednesday in response to fantasy requests
- Anyone can write a response to a fantasy, so don't just leave to the 'regulars'. If the idea sparks, go with it.
- Claim the fantasy as yourself or Anonymous, your choice.
- Have Fun!
I'm wondering about designating Wednesday as MFU Fantasy Day. Drop a story idea related to something you wish you could experience or have, and see who picks it up and writes about it. Don't let your inexperience stop you from being the storyteller, and don't be shy about sharing your deepest yearnings where Solo and Kuryakin are concerned. I mean, we're all friends here, right?
We could have a lot of fun with some little vignettes or longer stories, that simply answer to our fantasies of the two Men from UNCLE. Mary Sue, move over, it's our turn.
Anyone have a fantasy?