Jan. 10th, 2018

[identity profile] spikesgirl58.livejournal.com
Since there seems to be some interest, the challenge is ready for picture prompts. The rules are simple. head over to [livejournal.com profile] mfu_scrapbook. Find an appropriate photo and post it, along with your genre preference. Please label the request as 2018 Valentines Day request. The stories can be any length.

Stories are DUE February 14 - Valentine's Day. When you post the story, please tag it 2018 Valentines Day request story.
[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com
I'm a day late, but as I keep saying...better late than never.

"Brothers"
Summary: Illya is feeling a bit melancholy, but for a special reason.

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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com

Illya Kuryakin was met once again by a stray kitten perched on the steps to his apartment, crying out for someone to help it.

"Why me, little one?  Is there no one else to take pity on you?"

The black kitten mewed its answer, no one seemed to care about it.  Illya sighed and bent down to pick up the little feline, tucking it into his overcoat before heading inside.  In the pantry he found a tin of tuna.

"I cannot keep you, you understand." The kitten listened, smelling the feast. Its little heart was full of gratitude… and love.

[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
He’d led a good life, and had always striven to be a force for good in the world. It may not have been a blameless life, and although some of his sexual exploits would probably cause a few eyebrows to be raised amongst his grandmother’s church group, he wasn’t entirely immoral. However, Napoleon was certain that on the grand scale of good versus evil, he would still find himself on the right side, and that this would grant him special favours. Surely, for a man who was prepared to sacrifice himself for the security of the world, a little leeway could be granted by God. Or the universe. Or Mother Nature.

He’d always known that this day would come, but somehow thought he would have had longer.

“What is wrong, my friend?” asked Illya, with genuine concern. Solo had been quiet all day.

“I found a grey hair this morning.”


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