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

My Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang was written for the 2016 MFU Scrapbook Valentine’s Challenge. The Illya/Faustina piece became the foundation of a series, sort of an extended romantic hurt/comfort story.

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World Enough and Time series

This chapter is also posted to AO3.


Illya sat in the front row of the darkened theater. The remaining seats were empty. This was a command performance for an audience of one.

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I broke a tooth today eating a Skittle 🤷🏼‍♀️, and since I’m now staring down a huge dental bill, I could use some cheer. 😁

On the bright side, it did bring to mind a Drabble I’d forgotten about.

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Loss

My muse has been more communicative lately. She’s inspired three chapters of The Treasure Island Affair and an outline of the rest. She’s rarely this generous.

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The Treasure Island Affair

Waaaay back during our Crossover Challenge, I had an idea that never got off the ground. I started thinking about it again recently, and this piece was the result. I’m hoping my muse will continue to inspire. (The crossover is not with the Treasure Island novel. I have a hard time with titles, and it’s the best I could do. 😁)

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The Treasure Island Affair

Napoleon’s insouciant gaze moved from Depardieu to the revolver. He tilted his head toward Illya. “Did you know this house was once owned by Roman Bartelli?”

Illya raised his brows. “The silent film star?”

“Uh-huh. He drank himself to death at this very chateau. It was five days before they found the body.” Napoleon twisted his lips. “By that time it had been, ah, partially consumed by his poodles.”

Depardieu frowned. “Let us not waste any more time.”

Napoleon’s grin flashed. “Try not to think of the poodles when we’re in there.”
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“Open Channel D,” Napoleon said quietly into his communicator.

“Channel D is open. Good morning, Napoleon,” Wanda trilled. “It is morning where you are, right?”

“Right. A sunny morning on the French Riviera.”

Wanda sighed. “Some people have all the luck.”

“I’ll try to bring some sunshine back with me as a souvenir. Put me through to Mr. Waverly now, please.”
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