Crossover Challenge Poll is closing...

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The Crossover Challenge Poll is closing.  You can see the results HERE
The Sign Up post is on uncle_du_jour HERE and has a link to the Details Page.
The Crossover Challenge is Man from UNCLE (TV or Movie), multi-genre, and can be paired with any fandom or character of your choice.
Please do sign up if you anticipate posting a story or video, or other medium of storytelling for this challenge.  You can also request artwork if you are interested in adding that to your work.
Two months and counting...

Happy birthday Carabele!

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The sun is shining and it's going to be
a beautiful day.

Wishing you the
Happiest of Birthdays!
(your present is waiting for you)

           

Happy Birthday Carabele

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If It's Wednesday...

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A Sight To Behold - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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I'm letting my imagination run with this one...
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Two young women watched as the blond worked his way up and down the extensive lawn, one row after another of perfectly mown grass.  His shirtless torso was lean, lightly tanned after the weeks he'd spent tending to this estate.  They didn't know his name, only that he showed up here every Wednesday, took off his shirt and fired up the big lawnmower.

Illya Kuryakin didn't mind the workout, and the assignment was what it was. Napoleon was inside charming a woman as usual. Being a gardener had its benefits. Sunshine, and the days were warm… why not enjoy it.

Nadine, in the Map Room...

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Het Week continues... Nadine

Over in the Map Room...

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Chapter 3 of  'The East Berlin Affair'  is up over in the mfu_map_room. (as Glennagirl has dubbed it...it's Het Week)

The East Berlin Affair is an AU story invovlving the MFU, some of my original characters, and lots of twists. I hope you'll enjoy it. I'll be posting a chapter a day.

"Click Click,Click" ~ for A Little Drabble do Ya!

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Illya was playing with a pen while proofreading a report.

Click Click Click

“Stop that?” Solo mumbled

“Stop what?”

“The pen. It sounds like you’re banging on a drum.”

“Hangover ?”

“Yes. I went out with Giselle Blanchet and she can really drink.”

“Wine?”

“ She downed glass after glass, and I followed suit hoping she’d loosen up a bit, if you know what I mean.”

“French wine?”

“Mmmm.”

“You forget she is from France where they drink wine like it is water, even children. You would never have been able to outlast her.”

“I’ll have to remember that.”

Click Click Click ...

It's Het Week over in the Map Room

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Feel free to post your het stories over inmfu_map_room aka 'the map room'.  They can be new or previously posted fics involving our gorgeous Men from U.N.C.L.E. and some lovely ladies.

Not a member? Put in your request to join so you can post your stories and comment!

Here's a Question...

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How many times did Illya get paired up with a very young woman... like... teenager?  It seems as though he had several encounters similar to this one.
Anyone?


Which reminds me of a story I wrote...
Mr. Solo and the Teenybopper

( Story behind the cut... )

Another Loss - A Little Drable Do Ya! - April 13th

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With a heavy heart, Alexander Waverly stepped into the room where his CEA had gathered all available Section 2 and Section 3 agents. As he looked around the assembled men and women, he saw the same look of sorrow and anger on each of their faces. He had no doubt he would see the same expression in the mirror.

As chief, the grim task which he was about to instigate fell squarely on his shoulders.

It was always difficult when an agent was lost, but death was somehow more preferable than the defection they all now had to deal with.

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Childhood Dreams - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - 13 April

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Childhood Dreams

The assignment was over, leaving them a few hours to pass at the ranch before their flight to New York. Napoleon leaned on the fence, idly chewing a stem of grass and watching a cattleman on horseback corral the herd.

"I always fancied being a cowboy when I grew up," he commented to the partner at his side, "how about you, Illya, what did you want to be when you were a kid?"

Illya thought back on his childhood, played out on the war-torn streets of Kiev and underpinned by the persistent ache of hunger.

Finally, he answered.

"An adult."