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

Moving

2022-03-02T20:40:20Z

Posted by: jantojones

A Drabble to mark our move.

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“I’ll never get used to it,” moaned Napoleon.

“It’s no different than the others,” Illya, reminded him.

“On the surface maybe, but I had it set out just how I like it.”

“It will take a little time, but you can do the same here.”

“It still won’t be right.”

Illya didn’t admit it, but he understood what Napoleon was saying. While it made sense for them to move closer to Mr Waverly’s domain, their old office had developed a personalised, lived in quality.

Still, he had no doubt that their new home would soon feel like their old one.

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V is for Venom - A Is For A Whole Lot Of Trouble

2022-03-02T13:56:05Z

Posted by: glenmered

A Is For A Whole Lot of Trouble

Part 2

Angelique had sent the note to Napoleon because she truly was in trouble. But not with THRUSH, as one might have supposed.

Angelique made a big mistake with the Russian mob, the few that had gotten out of the USSR with their criminal strategies intact. Headquartered within the Brighton Beach community of Russians, their victims were their countrymen. They didn’t like the idea of someone else’s tyrannical political system attacking their people. These fellows had standards, and hatred for those who might attempt the same sort of despotic assault on their fellow ex-patriots.

THRUSH was like Stalin. They hated Stalin.

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Casting Spells - 7 Deadly Sins: Lust

2019-10-21T16:42:00Z

Posted by: glennagirl.livejournal.com

I'm playing catch up here, and by some serendipitous stroke of drabble luck, this little poem is 100 words. Which makes it a drabble poem.

Is it lust in your heart?

Or the part that you play

In the game of the night

Is it lust?

Is it just to be you?

Setting hearts all aflame

With a glance or a smile

Is it just?

Do you know what you are?

Eyes of blue, lips so ready

Are a catnip to the needy

Is that lust?

Like a spell aptly cast

You bewitch to the last

You beguile with a promise

Then are gone

Who can love you?

No one knows you

You are shadow, never light

Is it just

That we lust

Over you?

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Lilies - A Little (Double) Drabble Do Ya! - July 3rd

2019-07-03T18:54:00Z

Posted by: jantojones.livejournal.com

(Prompted by our own resident lily grower.)

Patrolling through Waverly’s well-tended garden, while checking security, Illya could detect the unmistakeable aroma of lilies. Looking around, he several pots, grouped together; theirs colours reminding him of the oranges and reds of sunset.

“Do you like them Mr Kuryakin?” asked Mrs Waverly.

She had seen him smiling, which was a rare event when he was working, and was intrigued.

“They remind me of someone from my student days,” he told her. “She was hopeless at growing anything but, oddly, was always able to cultivate lilies.”

“From the expression on your face, you liked her for more than her gardening.”

Illya ducked his head, and blushed slightly. It caused him to look like an embarrassed teenager. She had been special, but as the daughter of someone high up in the British Government, they could never have had a future. His was mapped out for him anyway.

“What was her name?” Mrs Waverly asked.

“It was M...”

“Illya,” injected Napoleon, striding towards his partner and cutting off the conversation. “Have you got the perimeter breakdown ready?”

“Almost,” Illya answered.

Mrs Waverly watched as the pair walked away. For the briefest of moments, she had glimpsed another side to the ferocious Russian.

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Deep Thoughts - A Little Drabble Do ya! - June 12th

2019-06-12T19:50:00Z

Posted by: jantojones.livejournal.com

“I wonder what he’s thinking about,” whispered Monica, as she dreamily watched Illya Kuryakin at the next table in the commissary.

The Russian was sitting, with his chin resting in his hand, while his partner flirted with someone on another next table.

“Probably the Argentina assignment they’re heading out on today,” Sylvia quietly replied to her colleague. “I dread to think what goes through their minds before they step into danger.”

“Kopek for your thoughts, Tovarisch,” said Napoleon, turning back to his partner.

The two women listened intently for the answer to Monica’s question.

“Is there time for another dessert?”

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Ancient Coding - A Little (Double) Drabble Do Ya! - May 22nd

2019-05-22T19:47:00Z

Posted by: jantojones.livejournal.com

After a long search of the defeated Thrush’s office, the only thing Napoleon found that caught his attention was a long strip of paper. It had a random assortment of letters written along it.

“What do you think of this?” he asked his partner. “Mark and April found two of these last week.”

Having only just returned from Greece, Illya was slightly out of the loop, but he instantly recognised the paper for what it was. During his downtime in Athens, he’d spent time in museums; where he had seen one.

“It’s a Scytale,” he told Napoleon. “There should be a rod with it.”

Napoleon opened the drawer in which he’d found the paper. Sure enough, he found a hexagonal rod. He handed it, and the paper strip, to Illya. The Russian carefully wound the strip around the wood and showed Solo the result. The meaningless letters had magically become words. The design of the rod meant that six lines containing eight letters could be ciphered. All that was needed was to work out where the spaces would go.

“Thrush have returned to ancient methods,” said Illya.

“Let’s hope they don’t realise too quickly that we have their new secret.”

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A Little Drabble Do Ya: What It's Like

2019-03-27T20:48:00Z

Posted by: alynwa.livejournal.com

Click on the link to go to AO3,

What It's Like

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A Coming Storm - A Little Drabble Do ya! - Feb 20th

2019-02-20T18:38:00Z

Posted by: jantojones.livejournal.com

Every single person in HQ was on edge. Even Mr Waverly was feeling trepidatious.

Within the hour they would be faced with the wrath of an exceptionally dangerous and vengeful man. For all the training they had been given, and the many crises they had dealt with in the past, the trouble which was coming was the thing they feared most of all.

Lots had even been drawn to decide who would be manning reception when all Hell broke loose.

Today was the day Illya Kuryakin was returning to work, and he’d discovered the plot to enforce his medical leave.

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A/N Anyone who read yesterdays pic fic, 'The Kuryakin Stratagem', will know which plot Illya has discovered.

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"Miles to go" for a little drabble do ya

2018-10-03T19:33:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

(this started out as a poem...since poems don't have to rhyme- but it morphed into a drabble I guess)

The days are getting darker earlier, making for shadows that melt into the blackness that is night.

"Flick" a cigarette lighter, a Zippo breaks that shade.

"I thought you were quitting," the Russian whispered.

"I am, I mean I did," the American replied. "Just needed a little warmth...how much farther do you think we have to go?"

"The woods are lovely, dark and ..."

"Yes tovarisch, we have promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep."*

Illya shrugged. "Well at least it is not snowing..."

"Thank goodness for small favors, Solo's grin was illuminated by the small flame in his hand.

* a take on Robert Frost's poem "A Snowy Evening"

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"You could hear a pin drop." for the Impromptu Challenge and a drabble too!

2018-04-18T19:19:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

Solo and Kuryakin made their way out of the building; as usual Napoleon was untouched, his clothing perfect and not a hair out of place.

Illya however, was covered in dust and debris, his hair was filled with plaster bits. His white shirt was rumpled and grey, his navy blue suit, though ill fitting to Napoleon, might not be salvageable.

“You’re a real mess Illya.”

“No thanks to you. If you had arrived when you should have then I would not have been caught in the explosion.’

“Sorry, your suit’s ruined tovarisch.”

“My suit? This is yours...I borrowed it.”

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A Little Drabble Do Ya--What You Hiding?

2018-04-11T12:02:00Z

Posted by: jkkitty.livejournal.com

Walking into the office, Napoleon saw Illya shoving something into his drawer slamming it shut.

“What you got there partner?

“Nothing.”

“I saw you hiding something.”

“I do not know what you are talking about.”

Napoleon grinned. Illya should know better than try to hide something from here, it always caused a mystery he couldn’t resist.

Moving over to Illya’s desk, sitting over the mysterious drawer.

“So there nothing you don’t want me to see in this drawer.”

“Napoleon, I’m busy.”

Yanking the drawer open, he began laughing. “All this for a Twinkle.”

Illya turned bright red. “I like them.”

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"While his guitar gently weeps" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

2018-04-04T13:28:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

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A drabble and a half:

Napoleon stood in the shadows, watching waiting for the target to appear.

Sitting nearby on a chair outside a cantina an old man played away on a guitar; his fingers deftly plucked away at the strings, creating a melody that could lull you to far away places in your mind.

Solo pulled his attention away from the music as the target stepped into view. He stopped in front of the old man, as the music captivated him. He too was a guitarist and admired the hands that were creating such a beautiful music; it was as if the guitar were weeping.

He suddenly realized those were young hands, and panicked as a pair of blue eyes looked up at him from beneath the grey wig.

Turning to run, he encountered Solo.

“Going somewhere?” Napoleon asked.

“I guess not,” the target replied as Kuryakin stood and handcuffed him.

“Great guitar playing.”

“Thanks,” Illya mumbled.

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Unbottling - A ittle Drabble Do Ya! - Oct 11th

2017-10-11T22:52:00Z

Posted by: jantojones.livejournal.com

Not for the first time, Illya Kuryakin managed to avoid his appointment with the U.N.C.L.E. psychiatrist and went straight home after the latest mission debriefing.

With the job he did, Illya fully understood the reasons for the sessions. He lived an exceptionally stressful life in which he saw, and did, some terrible things. Every agent needed a way to work through the feelings produced by such a life, as bottling them up could lead to a mental or physical breakdown

From a very young age, all Illya had needed to expresses his emotions, was to listen to or play music.

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"A little dabb'll do ya!" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

2017-09-27T13:00:00Z

Posted by: mrua7.livejournal.com

Kuryakin walked into his office, grinning from ear to ear.

“What’s got you so happy tovarisch?”

“A commercial on the agent lounge television that finally explains why women are drawn to you.”

“Oh really,” Napoleon snickered.

“It was for Brylcreem, which I know you use.”

“Keeps my hair well groomed. Though you probably wouldn’t know about that.”

“Tsk. The commercial insinuates that Brylcreem users will get attention from the ladies. If directions are not followed, using more will cause women to attack you.”

“Darn!” Napoleon snapped his fingers with a chuckle.” My secret’s out. I use two dabs every day.”

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"Bottoms Up" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

2017-07-05T13:27:23Z

Posted by: mlaw

Click on the gin bottle to take you to the story:

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The ABC Affair (U - Z)

2017-06-20T04:01:11Z

Posted by: avirra

And polishing off the alphabet - thanks for the challenge, I found some fun words to play with *g*.

U for UnBuxom www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/947/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

V for Vacherin www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/948/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

W for Washi www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/949/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

X for Xanthocyanopsy www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/950/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

Y for Yesterday www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/951/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

Z for Zaftig www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/952/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

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The ABC Affair (P - T)

2017-06-19T03:32:19Z

Posted by: avirra

Next batch away!

P for Parrot www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/942/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

Q for Query www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/943/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

R for Reprieve www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/944/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

S for Salmagundi www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/945/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

T for Tempest www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/946/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

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The ABC Affair (K - O)

2017-06-18T03:01:36Z

Posted by: avirra

K for Kite www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/937/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

L for Lemon www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/938/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

M for Menu www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/939/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

N for Niece www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/940/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

O for Onion or Olive www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/941/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

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The ABC Affair (F - J)

2017-06-16T19:43:42Z

Posted by: avirra

(My not-entirely-sincere apologies for the F entry *eg*)

F for Flatulence www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/932/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

G for Gall www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/933/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

H for Hurly-burly www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/934/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

I for Imagination www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/935/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

J for Jewelry www.fanfiction.net/s/7729817/936/Is-There-a-Russian-Word-for-Drabble

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"The fourth wall is back" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

2017-05-03T15:33:09Z

Posted by: mlaw

Kuryakin walked along the grey corridors of headquarters, his nose buried in folder. Wearing his tinted glasses, they kept slipping down his nose; without thinking about it, he pushed them back in place every few minutes.

“Psssst,” It came from a nearby utility closet.

Napoleon peeked out, pulling Illya inside.

“What is going on?”

“They’re back,” Napoleon whispered.

“They as in…?”

“Yes.”

“Oh bother, what are they going to do to us now? Torture, romance, death or some bit of silliness?” Illya moaned.

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"Spring Rain"

2014-05-18T23:27:06Z

Posted by: mlaw

Spring rain:

telling stories,
a staw coat,
an umbrella walks past.

Inspired by a haiku by: Yosa Buson (1716-1783)

Napoleon sat on the park bench even though it was raining. He wore a trench coat not caring that it wasn’t enough; he stayed, watching the umbrellas walk past.

His face turned upwards, letting the water trickle down on him, It reminded him to stop, to remember the simple things in life... a rainstorm, a rainbow after it perhaps….a life he was lucky and grateful to still have.

Illya lying unconscious in medical in an induced coma while he healed was a stark reminder of that.

They would both be here yet, living another day to tell their tales.

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The Randomness of Life Chapter 39~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VIIh

2014-05-14T13:20:46Z

Posted by: mlaw

No April story this week. So am posting a fic from my continuing drabble series, 'The Randomness of Life', based on lines from a randomly selected poem...

Prompted by: The Last Supper ~Rainer Maria Rilke

The loneliness of old comes over him

There are times that I wonder about Alexander Waverly. The man never sleeps, never misses a trick. He is always the sly one, clever in his plans and strategies.

He's getting up there in years, and I hope that I'll live long enough to be half the man he is.

and (like a shot that scatters birds from trees)

His is a name that strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies, yet to look at him; he seems the kindest, most gentle spoken of men...a grandfatherly type.

But there are those who know that within beats the heart of a fierce lion waiting to quickly...unmercifully strike.

everywhere like an all-pervading twilight-hour.

He watches over us, his agents like a sentinel. And the weight, I know, of sometimes sending people to an untimely death weighs heavily upon his shoulders.

I wonder, will I be able to fill those shoes someday? Will I be deserving of the title,

"The Old Man"

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