Nov. 9th, 2015

[identity profile] jkkitty.livejournal.com
Title:     Belonging to Their Mother
Author:  jkkitty
Prompt words:  trinket and annoy

Prompt Colour:  gray
Word Count:  635


Standing looking into the store’s window at a beautiful set of Matryoshka Nesting Dolls that were exactly the same as his mama had owned causing him to feel sad.   It didn’t help that the grey sky had turned into rainy weather; the milk run assignment was a punishment and Napoleon being late because of a date even though he had encouraged him to go.  

He knew he desired the punishment.   Beating the suspect almost to death had been uncalled for.  Even he had been surprised at the anger in himself when he saw the Thrush agent grab the frightened girl and stomp on her doll.  

Right before Thrush had broken into the room they were hiding in, she had said it was the only thing of her mother’s she still had.  Sighing at the situation of his own making and the memory of the one thing of his mother’s that he had taken into the GRU, a set of Matryoshka Dolls just like the one in front of him.   They destroyed it before his eye to teach him that he had nothing but what they gave him.

Seeing the tears in the child’s eyes at the loss of her beloved doll, just released the pain he couldn’t release when the GRU destroyed his prize possession.


While observing the doll, Napoleon came up behind him and watched him observing unseen the slump of Illya’s shoulders, the defeated and faint lowing of his head, and the sighing something was hurting his partner.  Yet, the dolls were the only thing in the center of the window he was lost in. 

“Sorry I’m late partner,” Napoleon said to bring Illya to awareness without letting him know how long he had been studying him.  “She just wanted a goodbye kiss that took me longer than I assumed.”

With a mock annoyance to cover up what he had been doing, Illya turned saying.  “Late again.”   But the usual bite of his words was not there.   “I am sorry you were assigned to this,” he started waving his arms trying to explain without a word.  “Rookie assignment.”  He finished.

Napoleon smiled, “One less I owe you.  We’ve had a few of these because of me.”  Seeing Illya eyes wondering over to the doll once more, he asked.  “It’s from Russian right?  Did you ever have one?”

“Once,” Illya hurt voice put an end to the discussion.

The assignment turned out not to be the milk run they were expecting and Illya woke in medical once again.

“How long?”   He asked Napoleon who was in a chair next to him reading over agent’s reports.

“Welcome back.  It’s been two days but the doctor said in a week or so you’ll be all set to go get hurt again.  Glad to see your eyes open.   I’m sorry but I can’t stay.  Waverly has called a meeting of available agents.”

As Napoleon started for the door but stopped to place a package on the bed.

“What’s this for?”   Illya was examining the box.

“You. It’s a trinket to let you know how happy you’re alright and my partner.” 

As the door was closing he heard his partner finishing opening a packet and leaving out a quiet Mama.

Turning around again, he saw Illya take out the set of Matryoshka Nesting Dolls he had been eyeing in the window.  Tears held in for year began to run down his eyes but a smile spreading across his face. 

“Illya?  Did I do something wrong?”   The worry heard in Napoleon’s voice.

“My friend, you did everything right.  Thank you.  Now you better get to the meeting before we get sent on another milk run.”

As Napoleon walked toward Waverly’s office a smile lit up his face.  He never saw his partner so happy, yet something so simple was responsible.  He couldn’t wait to see that smile again
[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
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Hello, hello, hello. Monday is with us once again, and that means it is ‘Short Affair’ challenge day. It’s a simple premise. Simply choose one of the two words on offer, combine it with the colour given, and write a story between 300 and 1000 words in length. You’ll find all the prompts and rules beneath the cut for stories due next week (Nov 16th)

If you wish to join today’s postings, you’ve still got plenty of time. You’ll find those prompts just here.

Should your story be AU, Long term romance, or Het, then please post it in the Map Room (remembering to leave a link to it on Section VII).

Have Fun.


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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com

Challenge: The Short Affair




-Prompt Word #1 - Annoy

-Prompt Colour – Grey

Author: mrua7

Title: Distractions



Napoleon and Illya walked side by side along the grey corridors of UNCLE headquarters. As usual Solo was focused on the beautiful women who passed by in their enticingly tight yellow or blue blouses and fitted black pencil skirts.


Watching the swaying of their hips was almost hypnotic. The ladies of course, responded to his smiles and acknowledgement of them.


A few of them stared at Kuryakin, looking for some reaction, but were quickly disappointed.


Illya never even gave them as much as a glance. He had his nose buried in a file; his blue eyes hidden by the tinted reading glasses resting on his nose as he continued to walk beside his partner.


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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com

annoy, trinket

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[identity profile] ssclassof56.livejournal.com
To read Chapter 1

Chapter 2
"The first Kuryakin original."

Research and Development was at the forefront of modern technology. They could furnish U.N.C.L.E. agents with weapons and gadgets ideal for thwarting the most diabolical plots or escaping the most perilous situations. However, when it came to fashion, it seemed they were at a complete loss.

Faustina looked on in amusement as the harried Development worker swallowed nervously in the face of Illya's indignation. The garments Jeffrey had presented were strewn about the table before them. "Perhaps they don't get out much?" she suggested.

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[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
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(This piece definitely needs expanding I think. I’ll have to add it to the pile.)


Prompts –Annoy/Grey
Word Count (approx.) - 545


Napoleon was aware that he was late but, given that he and Illya didn’t need to be at the airport for another two hours, he didn’t feel the need to rush. To be honest, the less time he spent around his new Russian partner the happier he was. There was no denying that the man was brilliant and efficient, but he was just so cold and aloof. It jarred against his own outgoing and gregarious personality. When you got right down to it, Illya Kuryakin was annoying.

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[identity profile] otherhawk.livejournal.com
The problem with writing this short bits at a time is that sometimes bits just don't seem interesting. Sorry.

Prompt word - annoy
Prompt colour - grey


Napoleon has to admit, leaving the hospital might have been....not a mistake, exactly, because that would imply he could be happy in a world where he stayed tucked up safely in bed, leaving Illya missing and in trouble...but maybe a tad more of a rash decision than he'd first thought. There are grey dots swirling in front of his eyes. Doggedly, he looks past them and carries on moving through the thick bushes towards the back door of Fuller's mansion.

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