Man from U.N.C.L.E. Section VII

Christmas Countdown - How about some Christmas fic

2020-12-22T12:50:00Z

Posted by: glennagirl.livejournal.com

Three days of Christmas stories seems like a good idea, so let's see how far back and how many we can post here. I'm going to utilize the Way Back Machine for my first story rec. It's a Vicky Loebel story, one of the great storytellers among the fandom. Her take on an UNCLE Christmas will have you smiling all day long.
Small Kindness Affair

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Writer's choice: Under the tree

2020-12-19T22:05:00Z

Posted by: hypatia-66.livejournal.com

It's Christmas. Napoleon returns late from a solo mission to an empty apartment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13044255

Who is the intruder?

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Reader's Choice: Noel

2020-12-19T01:37:00Z

Posted by: tinturtle

My recommendation is Noel by otherhawk.

The dialog in this fic is perfect, and includes one line that makes me laugh out loud every time. The fic has 1551 words.

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"The Trouble in Times Square Affair" Chapter 6

2020-12-16T09:21:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

Gunshots continued to ring out as Napoleon and Illya struggled in the snow, ducking as yet another bullet whizzed overhead, hitting a nearby tree.

Whoever it was was obviously a good shot, but with the falling snow and the surrounding trees, the rifle repeat was becoming more muffled.

What fate awaited them wasn’t clear, though if this kept up they would eventually freeze to death, so maybe that was the convoluted plan for their demise after all. The agents had no idea where they were being driven, if anyplace; maybe they were just being moved in circles?

Illya was gasping, struggling to breathe as he held his side, though he remained silent, he was obviously in pain.

The two men remained low, with Napoleon speaking barely above a whisper.

“Do we head towards the red light?”

“As I said earlier, we are being herded...what choice do we have? If we head away from it or towards it, I suspect we will be shot at again.”

“Call it a hunch tovarisch, but I have a feeling that light isn’t supposed to be here.”

“Your hunches have gotten us into trouble before Napoleon. May I remind you that you do have a tendency to get us lost.”

“Gee thanks for that vote of confidence…Illya what exactly is lost at this point?”

“True. Whither thou goest then.”

“We head towards the light then.” Napoleon suddenly realized that might be a bit prophetic as people with near-death experiences have described being drawn towards a light, though not a flashing red one.

As Kuryakin rose he hissed, that was his first acknowledgement that his pain was increasing.

“You okay?”

“Really? You need to ask?” Illya pointed in the direction of the flashing light. “Just go.”

Solo helped support his partner as they weaved around the trees. The snow was falling heavier now with large flakes quickly covering their tracks.

They heard another gunshot in the distance, but it seemed as though their deadly shepherd may have lost sight of his wandering sheep.

As they finally emerged from the woods they finally saw the source of the flashing light.

It sat atop the roof of a red pickup truck; the vehicle was just sitting there idling. Attached to the front of it was a snowplow.

It seemed as though the driver had just stopped and was just sitting there on a snow covered road.

The agents staggered towards the vehicle, with Napoleon tapping on the passenger side window.

The door opened wide and inside was a rather unexpected sight.

Sitting behind the steering wheel was a rather robust man with a full head of white hair and quite a long beard.

He was wearing what looked like a pair of red long john underwear, suspenders and a pair of black corduroy pants.

“Ho-ho-ly smokes! What are you two doing out in this storm? You’re not wearing coats and galoshes...good way to catch your death.”

“Car accident, my friend is hurt. Could you help us?”Napoleon asked through chattering teeth.

“Why of course, hop in boys!”

Solo climbed in, helping his partner up onto the bench seat; he leaned across Illya, pulling the door shut.

The warmth from the heater in the cab brought quick relief to the half-frozen agents.

“Here,” the driver reached down below the seat, producing a thermos. “Help yourselves to some hot coco.”

“Thanks,” Napoleon gratefully accepted the thermos, unscrewing the cap and pouring out the hot libation into the plastic up. He offered it to Illya but the Russian waved it off.

The American took a sip,” Oh that’s good.” He held it out to Illya, this time insisting his partner drink.

Once tasting it, Kuryakin drained the cup.

“You boys are in need of some medical attention,” the driver said. “There’s a hospital not far from here, but it’s going to take a bit to get there because of the snowfall; haven’t had this big a storm in years. Kind of caught people off guard.”

“Yes, a hospital would be good. Thank you,” Illya finally spoke up.

Their rescuers appearance wasn’t lost on Solo and he couldn’t resist asking.

“Your name wouldn’t happen to be Nick, would it?”

“Ho-ho, why yes it is. I’m sure you’re guessing that by the way I look. My name is Nicholaí Rozhdestvo, but you can call me Nick; I’ve been playing Santa for years at a local department store...hair and beard turned pure white on me a few years ago. Given my name and the look, I found a way to supplement my income since I retired. Snow plowing hasn’t exactly been lucrative for a while now.”

“Well Nick, My name is Solo, Napoleon Solo and this wretched soul is Illya Kuryakin.”

“Kuryakin? Ty russkiy?”

“Da.” Illya coughed into his hand, revealing a little more blood.

“We better get you some help!” Nicholaí put the truck into gear, heading out with the plow clearing the way for them.

“I never thought Grandfather Frost would be coming to our rescue,” Illya mumbled as he leaned against the door; he was finding it difficult to sit up at this point.

Nick let out a real belly laugh, ”Miraculous things have been known to happen; it is after midnight, so Merry Christmas boys.”

He reached forward, turning on the radio.

“Okay, Simon? Okay Okay, Theodore? Okay Okay, Alvin? Alvin? Alvin!
Okay! Christmas, Christmas time is near Time for toys and time for cheer
We've been good, but we can't last, Hurry Christmas, hurry fast...”

Napoleon couldn’t help but smile, “Same to you Nick.”

It was at that moment Illya slumped forward.

*************

Three men stepped up to the front door of the Claiborne House.One man wearing a heavy tweed outer coat was flanked by two men wearing black trench coats.

He reached out, taking hold of the brass wolf’s head door knocker. Above it was an engraved brass plate with an inscription;

it was a motto in Latin, “Confide recti agens,” meaning,“Have the confidence to do what is right.”

“How ironic,” Alexander Waverly thought to himself as he tapped the door knocker, making their presence known.

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Shall We Dance? ... We need a little Christmas... MFU style

2020-12-14T08:48:00Z

Posted by: glennagirl.livejournal.com

A little something for the romantics among us, a barely there tryst...

Shall We Dance

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Writer's choice: Sweet singing in the choir

2020-12-13T09:43:00Z

Posted by: hypatia-66.livejournal.com

Illya's first Christmas in Cambridge

Sweet singing in the choir - Hypatia_66 - The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works

archiveofourown.org

Young Illya

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Reader's Choice: Dear St. Nicholas

2020-12-12T17:43:00Z

Posted by: tinturtle

My recommendation is Dear St. Nicholas by Curuchamion.

This work of epistolary fiction weighs in at a brief 298 words.

(If you like, you can imagine that I had things together and recced this last Saturday, the day before St. Nicholas Day.)

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Mid Week: Drabbles and Fave Episode Photos

2020-11-11T08:45:00Z

Posted by: glennagirl.livejournal.com

Wednesdays on Section VII have always been about drabbles, and the comm is still a Drabble hub. Write something and post it with the tag 'a little Drabble do ya'.

We also want to see photos from your favorite episodes. A terrific photo resource is Lisa's Framecape Library Tell us why you love the episode when you post your photos.

Usually this time of year we've been getting ready for our Christmas Round Robin. We've had some great stories come out of these writing events, and if anyone is willing to give it a go, I'd be happy to put it on our calendar. It's about time we tried to get back to the business of writing. Let me know in the comments if you're interested.
And here's a little bonus, take a look at the 2018 entry, The Claus Affair.

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Forging Friendship - A Drabble Story

2019-12-17T09:36:00Z

Posted by: glennagirl.livejournal.com

Day 1

New York City was already lit up like, well, like a Christmas Tree.

It was Christmas, and it was cold.

Napoleon Solo was looking forward to spending Christmas at home, at least he hoped it to be so. He and his partner Illya Kuryakin, newly partnered and still working out the finer points of that status, were both sidelined with injuries sustained in their last mission.

Biding their time at various projects related to ongoing missions, it occurred to Solo that Illya hadn’t mentioned having plans for Christmas. He wondered if it was by choice or circumstance.

Maybe he’d ask.

Day 2

Illya Kuryakin had lived in some of the world’s most interesting cities. Now he found himself in New York City; perhaps the most intriguing one with its abundance and outrageous displays of commercialism. Store windows with elaborate stagings of a store bought Christmas left him longing for his childhood, for the stories told by his beloved babushka, of the child heralded by angelic hosts. It was a story he remembered now without fear of reprisal, the images of such a scene woven into his memory of the woman who shared them with her grandson.

If only...

Day 3

In the haze of being in Medical until now, both Napoleon and Illya had managed to mend, at least physically. The affair they survived was one of those with lasting memories, most of them in stark contrast to the current season of cheer and good will.

Napoleon was hesitant to invite his partner to a little soiree on Christmas Eve; he wasn’t sure of the Russian’s response to something so obviously American, a term Illya had used recently. Even though adapting well enough to Western culture, celebrations for Christmas might still be a stretch.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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Non-Challenge Fiction: Joyeux Noël

2018-12-28T18:16:00Z

Posted by: ssclassof56.livejournal.com

Some holiday fluff with Illya, Faustina, and their kids. Merry Christmas!

The image goes to AO3

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Sweet singing in the choir

2018-12-26T15:02:00Z

Posted by: hypatia-66.livejournal.com

Short Affair challenge. Prompts: solid, green.

Belated Christmas greetings to one and all!

Illya's first Christmas in Cambridge

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17170934

Young Illya

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Merry Christmas to my cousin around the world

2018-12-25T11:01:00Z

Posted by: jkkitty.livejournal.com

From the boys and I

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Christmas writer's choice: Under the tree

2018-12-17T10:10:00Z

Posted by: hypatia-66.livejournal.com

(I posted this exactly a year ago — must be Christmas.)

Returning late from a mission, Napoleon has no-one to share Christmas with.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13044255

Illya delivering a present

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Short Affair Challenge - Christmas Island - December 17th

2018-12-17T08:00:00Z

Posted by: ssclassof56.livejournal.com

Prompts: Curve / red
Word Count: 861

Some Christmas fluff set at an UNCLE office party

The image takes you to AO3

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Christmas Writer's Choice: Christmas Shopping, Parts I, II & III

2018-12-16T16:03:00Z

Posted by: alynwa.livejournal.com

A Sugar & Spies tale told over 3 double drabbles. Click on the picture to go to AO3.

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"The Lost Flight" A Christmas Story for Writer's Choice

2018-12-16T15:47:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

Summary: Illya Kuryakin has pulled escort duty on a flight to Finland with very important passengers: Mrs. Waverly and her two grandchildren.

Click on the pic to take you to the story:

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Impromptu Christmas Challenge

2017-12-24T17:48:00Z

Posted by: ssclassof56.livejournal.com

A few warm, Christmas fuzzies for the Impromptu Christmas Challenge. Merry Christmas to All!

Image takes you to AO3

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Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree! The Man from UNCLE Christmas Tree!

2017-12-21T11:59:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

A Merry Christmas to all the cousins from Section VII

This is the annual posting of our beautiful
Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Christmas Tree!

This year, as comments,
we'd like you
to post
your Christmas wishes
like presents beneath the tree.

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Under the Tree (Once upon a Time challenge. December 2017. Theme: Christmas)

2017-12-17T15:55:00Z

Posted by: hypatia-66.livejournal.com

Once upon a Time challenge. 23 December 2017 (Theme: Christmas)

Under the tree

“Peace and goodwill,” Napoleon muttered to himself as he trudged through the snow. "There will be none of either when I get back." There was no-one else on the street, and he was grumbling aloud to himself, just in order to hear a human voice in this blizzard.

Aunt Amy was away this year, and he was cast back on his own resources which were unlikely to be reliable in the circumstances. He had successfully, but rather belatedly, got away from Thrush, of whose proclivities whatshername – Sheila? Priscilla? – knew nothing. Proclivities, pah. Psychopathic tendencies, that’s what. Anyway, he was a day late and she had probably given up on him. And where was Illya when you needed him, hm? …Hope he’s OK. …Haven’t heard from him in a while… probably sitting in his far-from-warm room reading some worthy journal article about the fundamental constituents of matter. Fundamental …nuts… and not a holly berry or Yule log in sight, if he knew that Little Red Sceptic.

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UNCLE and the Santa's List Affair

2017-12-16T11:48:00Z

Posted by: glennagirl.livejournal.com

I know there's a lot going on with DtC, our own 2017 Christmas Round Robin and whatever else the Christmas Season holds for all of us. But this little captioned picture (something I did several years ago for my own amusement), makes me think that there might be a little Impromptu Christmas Mischief to be told. No time limit, but if you happen to get it written and posted between now and Christmas Day, well... our guys and some Christmas magic just has to have fun written all over it.
Post it here when you can (you know you want to).

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Writer's (and Reader's) Choice

2016-12-25T05:08:00Z

Posted by: laurose8.livejournal.com

Most of the fandom will be avidly following avirra 's Alexander/Millicent arc. But they just might have missed Twas The Night Before Christmas , a gentle and beautifully paced three chapters not without some sadness.

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Short Affair Challenge – O Tannenbaum – December 19th

2016-12-24T16:14:00Z

Posted by: ssclassof56.livejournal.com

Prompt: approach / green
Word Count: Approx. 1100
A bit belated, but I managed to get it finished before the big day. Merry Christmas, All!

Napoleon Solo’s smile of anticipation faded with each passing story as the cargo elevator slowly approached its destination. Pine needles littered the floor and clung to the soles of his freshly-shined shoes, their woodsy fragrance increasingly accented by notes of popcorn and beer. Lips screwed into a grimace, Napoleon rolled his shoulders, girding himself for what lay ahead. When the ancient lift shuddered to a halt, he pulled the gate aside and stepped into the loft.

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Writer's Choice: Christmas Past, Present and Future

2016-12-24T15:11:00Z

Posted by: alynwa.livejournal.com

Originally written for three Picfic Challenges in 2012, the link takes you AO3. The stories revolve around Napoleon and Illya at three different points of their lives and partnership.

Christmas Past, Present and Future

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Thank you all!

2016-12-24T13:05:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

A special thanks to everyone who participated in our
12 Days of Christmas Project.

You left some warm and wonderful memories
to share with all the cousins.

Hope you all have a great holiday so you
can create more happy memories!

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Merry Christmas to all the members of Section VII!

2016-12-24T13:00:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

One more time...the U.N.C.L.E. Christmas tree.

This beautiful tree came about three years ago
as part of a MFU ornament project.

Lots of cousins created such great trinkets, and
thanks to injj the tree was brought to life,
She hung all the ornaments on it for us as well!

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