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This fic was written for a prompt by
laurose8 for the Down the Chimney Affair challenge. The whole time I was writing it, I fought with it. It wasn't serious or deep or full of meaning, and that frustrated me. I kept writing sentences that were clever (at least that was the idea...) and light and snarky, and nothing like Lipstick and Vodka which had become my sort-of fic writing yardstick. Now, though, I'm so glad I didn't try to bludgeon it into being something it wasn't. It's one of my favorite fics. :)
Prompt:
For laurose8, who wished for an AU where Marion Raven, not Illya, was the UNCLE agent.
Summary:
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Prompt:
For laurose8, who wished for an AU where Marion Raven, not Illya, was the UNCLE agent.
Summary:
“He’s some diplomat’s kid, that’s what I heard. Has a heart condition. Should be a cakewalk - just sit on him until the summit is over, alright? And try not to screw it up.”
He’s roughly her height, roughly her coloring, all skinny limbs and rebellious floppy hair. If Marion were a smidge less vain she might call him roughly as handsome as herself as well. As it stands, she contents herself with admitting that his photograph does him very little justice, and the live thing is indeed quite a picture.
"Marion Raven," she introduces herself. "UNCLE, New York."
(Marion Raven, UNCLE agent, is tasked with protecting one Illya Kuryakin. Nothing is as it seems, however, and with the help of a real estate agent named Napoleon Solo, things shift irreversibly away from normal. )
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Date: 2015-04-11 03:26 pm (UTC)It's a good story, I'm also glad you didn't try to make it something it wasn't.