The Seven Deadly Sins Day 7- PRIDE

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WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE!

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It's the most mwaaa haaa haaaaa! time of the year!

The WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE gives you, the writers and readers of MFU fanfiction, the opportunity to post
your scary personal picks.

Whether you're participating in a Halloween writing challenge or not,

you can post your previously written ghostly or ghoulish stories
OR
post limks to those of your favorite author here in section7mfu

Just remember this is a gen site, however that being said,
you may rec stories of a gen-mature nature that contain
violence, torture, or mild het.

Please use the subject header and tag: writers and readers choice and
the tags gen or gen-mature, section vii

"The Maid in the Mist" by mrua7 for the WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE!

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Summary: Napoleon and Illya are forced to spend a frigid night in a lonely light house.

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"The Seven Deadly Sins Affair- Pride. The Finale

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The annual Halloween festivities were in full swing in the Commissary, not that they were usually held there. 

April Dancer, who held a costumed soiree of her own every year was out of the country, so the gathering was scheduled for headquarters, with Mister Waverly’s permission of course.

He always tried to make an appearance at Miss Dancer’s Halloween gathering, but it wasn’t always possible.

Having the party at headquarters was rather convenient and he considered making it a regular event, that was until his CEA filled him in on the current situation with Kuryakin.

Napoleon made sure Waverly was aware of what had happened to Illya, and both Doctors Greene and Collins insisted the Russian remain in Medical under observation, just to be on the safe side.

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"Never more," by mrua7 for THE WRITER'S AND READER'S CHOICE!

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Summary: Napoleon has a rough night

Work Text:

Napoleon woke with a start when he heard a high pitched scratching sound, like nails being raked across his bedroom window.

He ran his fingers through his hair, waiting to retrieve his gun from under his pillow as he listened more intently.

“Screeeeeech.”  There it was again. He quickly grabbed his Special and went to investigate.

Being on the fourth floor, there no trees to scratch the glass and the fire escape was located at the living room window.

Reaching out with the gun, he slowly parted the curtains and took a quick peek.

Nothing.

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Me Too - 7 Deadly Sins: Envy

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Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were the top two agents in the Northwest Region of the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement. They took more risks, settled more dire circumstances and saved the world more often than almost anyone in the organization.

Perhaps that was why they also, regrettably, spent more time as prisoners or captives of enemies such as THRUSH. It didn’t help that Solo was prone to falling under the spells of numerous beautiful and seductive women, at times courting the very female whose aim it was to destroy him.

Kuryakin, blond and blue eyed, sought by many women but more easily adept at refusing them, was more likely to inspire the wrath of his captors through agitating and goading them with insults and ruthless disrespect. Between the two of them, they had logged more hours in medical and more reprimands from Alexander Waverly than any of his other operatives.

On this day the two of them were tied back to back, their feet also bound as they waited for the proverbial other shoe to drop. It would most likely be on their heads, heavily laden with some deadly instrument or toxin, all of it designed to maim and or kill the two darlings of UNCLE.

“All you had to do was not say what you said, just keep your mouth shut and not encourage him to kill us.” Napoleon was agitated by the last encounter with their captor, a slovenly character whose aim it was to gain access to THRUSH Central via his capture of Solo and Kuryakin.

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Word of the Day

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Wow, another week full of words!  Use today's word and write something, then post in the comments.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26

Abrogate

[ab-rə-gate]Part of speech: verb

Origin: latin, early 16th century

• To repeal or abolish by means of a formal action
• To discontinue, put aside, or put an end to something

Examples of Abrogate in a sentence

• The new prime minister’s first action in office was to abrogate the unpopular tax laws. 
• The student council successfully lobbied to abrogate the school uniform policy, and jeans and sneakers quickly became the norm. 

About Abrogate

Prohibition was spurred by the 18th Amendment, banning the sale and consumption of alcohol in the United States, and took effect in 1919. The unpopular law to abrogate drinking is considered to be a failure, as people still found ways to drink and criminals made massive amounts of money off bootlegging. In 1933 the 21st Amendment repealed the 18th, becoming the only amendment to abrogate another.

Did you Know?

"Abrogate" is just one term used to imply ending something. Synonyms include "nullify," "negate," "annul" and "invalidate," but they all have different nuances of meaning. Use "abrogate" when there is an official or formal action being taken.

Writer's Choice: The Prince Abaddon Affair

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The Prince Abaddon Affair

The Seven Days of Hallowe'en - Day 7 - Pride (Conclusion)

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The battle between Amarande and Illya was over as quickly as it began. Despite having broken through her power slightly, her strength was still superior, both physically and mentally. Illya’s will drained away and Amarande let him drop to the floor. He landed heaving on the wooden coffee table, which broke under him.

“On your knees,” she instructed, disdainfully.

Illya obeyed immediately and, crawling over the splintered wood, he got into position at her side. He hung his head submissively. Amarande stroked his hair as though he were a dog, and smiled at Napoleon. The pride in her victory was clear for all to see.

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