Dec. 26th, 2018
“But, baby, it’s cold outside,” Napoleon murmured.
The buxom redhead dressed in angel wings and little else dissolved like melting snow. In her place, burly sugarplums wearing steel-toed work boots began to dance on his head.
Suppressing a groan, Napoleon dragged open his heavy lids. He was sprawled against the wall of a sparsely-furnished room, his left wrist handcuffed to a pipe descending from a small sink. The familiar weight of his Special was missing. He shifted his right arm to check for St. Waverly’s gifts but his stomach protested. Disinclined to toss his Christmas cookies, he turned his head slowly and observed the room’s other occupant.
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The buxom redhead dressed in angel wings and little else dissolved like melting snow. In her place, burly sugarplums wearing steel-toed work boots began to dance on his head.
Suppressing a groan, Napoleon dragged open his heavy lids. He was sprawled against the wall of a sparsely-furnished room, his left wrist handcuffed to a pipe descending from a small sink. The familiar weight of his Special was missing. He shifted his right arm to check for St. Waverly’s gifts but his stomach protested. Disinclined to toss his Christmas cookies, he turned his head slowly and observed the room’s other occupant.
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Sweet singing in the choir
Dec. 26th, 2018 03:02 pmShort Affair challenge. Prompts: solid, green.
Belated Christmas greetings to one and all!
Illya's first Christmas in Cambridge
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17170934
A Little Drabble Do Ya: Christmas Evening
Dec. 26th, 2018 03:23 pmClick here to go to AO3.
For some reason, this quite sombre drabble was all I could come up with.
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Another year was reaching its end, but Napoleon wasn’t willing to celebrate just yet. That wouldn’t happen until midnight on New Year’s Eve. He always started each year wondering if this would be his final one, and wouldn’t claim to have made it until it was completely finished. It was a sombre thought, but an understandable, as he’d almost lost his life on five occasions in the previous twelve months.
“Ready?” Illya asked, as he entered their shared office.
Napoleon nodded and grabbed his bag. Hopefully, they would survive the mission and make it to the end of the year.

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Another year was reaching its end, but Napoleon wasn’t willing to celebrate just yet. That wouldn’t happen until midnight on New Year’s Eve. He always started each year wondering if this would be his final one, and wouldn’t claim to have made it until it was completely finished. It was a sombre thought, but an understandable, as he’d almost lost his life on five occasions in the previous twelve months.
“Ready?” Illya asked, as he entered their shared office.
Napoleon nodded and grabbed his bag. Hopefully, they would survive the mission and make it to the end of the year.

