It's Saturday, so time for the WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE!

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WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE gives you, the writers and readers of MFU fanfiction, the opportunity to post your personal recs, be it your own stories or those of your favorite authors.

Find your faves from way back when and revive them here, or rec a more recently written story. Post a link to those stories here

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We're looking forward to reading your recs!

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The ABC Affair 2019- Y is for Yat

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Napoleon slowly rose from his chair, tucking the personnel folder under his left arm, holding it there. He walked deliberately to the gate, though he had no intention of letting Angelique inside the compound.

“And how did you find me, may I ask,” he spoke in barely a whisper, not wanting anything heard on the surveillance cameras. Before she answered him he opened his communicator and called Kripke.

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Writer's Choice: Personal Failure

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Personal Failure

"Hope Springs Eternal" by mrua7 for the WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE!

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March is at an end and soon enough Easter will be here. Spring is 'springing' in the garden, with my hyacinths and daffodils beginning to bloom. This Easter tale came to mind and I hope you enjoy reading or re-reading it.

Summary: Napoleon has some surprises in store when he ventures out alone for Easter Sunday.

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Writer's choice: Speed king on the track

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An Italian car factory offers possibilities for crime — for Illya the attraction is its test track

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Illya: I want to go fast...

The ABC Affair Challenge 2019 - Y is for Yat

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Illya Kuryakin cursed in five different languages as he returned to his senses. The last he could remember, before losing consciousness, was tailing a Thrush courier through the streets of New Orleans to see where he went. He had followed him into an alleyway, and that was his last conscious thought. Judging by the familiar headache he had woken to, the courier must have had a back-up. Illya was immensely grateful that he had just been knocked out, and not killed. He was less grateful for the Mardi Gras parade which seemed to be stomping through his head.

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