avery11: (flowers and moon on red)
2014-04-21 08:26 am

Beneath

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen AU




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Beneath

 

He stands at the cabin door, barefoot, blue eyes bleary with fatigue, his faded jeans and ancient Aran sweater scant protection against the chill morning air. The sweater has seen better days, and the yarn is beginning to unravel in places. Frayed threads dangle from the hem like unanswered questions.

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avery11: (flowers and moon on red)
2014-04-21 08:19 am

The Blue Door

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
written for MFUWSS Easter Egg Challenge 2014

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The Blue Door
 

Illya pedaled down the narrow lane, jacket unbuttoned and flapping, leaving the coastal village of Grootje behind. The wheels of his borrowed bicycle raised up little clouds of dust in his wake. It felt good to be on the move again.

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2014-01-02 10:39 am

Oh, Christmas Tree (Part 2)

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
(Written for DTC 2013. Posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part 2.

Link to part 1: http://avery11.livejournal.com/40423.html


NY SNOW 2

Oh, Christmas Tree!

(Part 2)


Illya reset the alarm and reclaimed his seat on the Barcalounger. He tried to concentrate on the music – a mellow improvisational track by Duke Ellington – but his restless mind refused to relax. He couldn't stop thinking about Napoleon, out there alone, struggling to dismantle a bomb as the seconds ticked away. I should be there, he thought, feeling angry and frustrated. To make matters worse, the pain medication he'd taken earlier in the evening was wearing off. He ached all over, and his head felt ready to explode at any second.

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avery11: (Kai cat)
2014-01-02 10:30 am

Oh, Christmas Tree! (Part 1)

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen

(Written for DTC 2013. Posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part I)

Oh, Christmas Tree! 1



Oh, Christmas Tree!

(Part I)

Dr. Rousseau attached the final piece of tape, securing the thick white bandage covering Illya's eyes. He stepped back with a sigh. “We've done all we can for now,” he said. “Go home and get some rest, Mr. Kuryakin. Let nature do its work.”

Illya reached up, feeling the soft, woven texture of the gauze under his fingers, and the heat of the injured flesh beneath the dressing. He traced the singed brows, the cheeks, scored with dozens of tiny cuts from flying debris, and the nasal bone, broken when he fell. His fingers paused, trembling, above the eyes, reliving the blinding flash of green light that had exploded all around him – the last thing he saw before his world went dark. After that came the terror, that awful, floating panic, and Napoleon's voice screaming at him to get up, get clear of the blast zone.

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2013-10-31 04:12 pm

Dorje Drak

Title: Dorje Drak
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
Written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013

 


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Dorje Drak

November, 1967.

The sun slipped behind white-capped Chomolungma, highest of the Himalayas, Goddess Mother of the World, casting the frozen landscape into shadow. A few flakes of snow had begun to fall, swirling and tumbling in the bitter wind. In the distance, Illya could see vultures circling over the ravine where he and Napoleon had stood a few hours earlier, the ravine where Chow Fat and his team of THRUSH assassins now lay dead.

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avery11: (Kai cat)
2013-10-31 03:59 pm

Pandora's Box

Title: Pandora's Box
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013

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Pandora's Box

October 22, 1962.

The UNCLE Commissary was crowded – unusually so, considering the lateness of the hour. People huddled together at the tables, drinking endless cups of coffee and whispering in hushed tones about the Soviet missiles discovered in Cuba, and the likelihood of war if Khruschev refused to back down.

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avery11: (Kai cat)
2013-10-31 03:55 pm

Collected Works

Title: Collected Works
Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
Written for Scrapbook's Halloween Challenge 2013




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Collected Works

Illya gazed up at the imposing facade of the manor, its Gothic turrets framed against a storm-drenched sky. Lightning flashed, illuminating the crumbling stones for an instant; the torches flickered in their sconces.

You would think the owners of this grand mansion could afford proper electric lights,” he observed with some annoyance.

Offends your sensibility, does it?” Napoleon chuckled. “Personally, I think torchlight gives the place a homey touch. Chez Frankenstein.”

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avery11: (white cat)
2013-04-01 10:54 am

SUNSET

Author: Avery11
Genre:Slash

To be happy takes a lifetime, for one sparrow does not make Spring.”
Aristotle

SUNSET 1


Sunset

They lounged on the porch of the cliffside cottage they had built, watching the sun set over the waters of Limestone Bay. Below them on the beach, a frigatebird preened, wings outstretched, its soft red belly exposed. Tradewinds rustled the nearby palm trees, shaking loose a few fronds. Illya threw his head back, filling his lungs with the sweet scent of acacia blossoms. He felt utterly free, pleasantly sated, magnificently content.

He touched the simple silver ring adorning his left hand, the first jewelry he had worn since losing his plain gold band during the Thor Affair so many years ago. He twisted the ring this way and that, feeling its solidity, reliving the moment when Napoleon had slipped it onto his finger. Married. We are married. Legally! It was indeed a brave new world.

He glanced over at Napoleon, snoring softly in his wicker lounge chair. In retirement, his face was relaxed, peaceful, as though he hadn't a care in the world. Illya decided that it was worth waiting forty years just to see him like that. He thought about waking him, but relented. After all, we were up half the night. And at our age! The thought made him blush with pleasure.

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2013-01-02 07:43 am

SILENT NIGHT

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
written for DtC 9 Challenge





SILENT NIGHT



Silent Night

Napoleon dragged his injured partner through the gathering darkness, every sense alert for sounds of pursuit -- the crunch of footsteps in the deep snow or worse, the dreaded snarl of snowmobiles closing in.

Nothing. Silence enveloped them.

Snow continued to fall, fat flakes swirling soundlessly down, covering the Vermont countryside in a thick blanket of white. Ice coated the trees; their glittering branches bent like bowstrings under the weight. Against the unforgiving whiteness, the agents' bright blue parkas stood out like beacons.

A snap!

Napoleon spun around, Walther cocked and ready, but it was only the branch of an elm tree cracking under the weight of snow and ice. It fell to the ground with a hollow thud. He sighed, and replaced his weapon in its holster.

A few yards ahead, the forest ended. From here on, it was open country in every direction, an endless succession of rolling hills and farmland. They were miles from a major city, their communicators gone, at the mercy of the elements and their THRUSH trackers.

Not the best way to spend Christmas Eve.


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2012-12-30 04:46 am
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WAITING

Author: Avery11
Genre: Slash, also explicit Het
A gift for Svetlanacat, to say thank you for all the lovely photos and gorgeous manips she's given us over the years. This story is inspired by one of her photos. The opening pic is from Lisa' s Screencaps Library.


WAITING



Waiting

He is not coming.

I did not expect him to, not really. It is New Year's Eve after all, and he has his women to amuse him, dozens of them, beautiful and smart and willing. More than enough women to keep him occupied.

Still, I had hoped...

“Bartender, another vodka, if you please.”


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avery11: (white cat)
2012-12-11 01:45 pm

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen


THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 1



The Night Before Christmas

Christmas Eve, 1963.

   Illya poured the last drop of Stolichnaya into his glass and downed it, grimacing at the bitterness. He tossed the bottle to the floor. It rolled across the carpet, colliding with a litter of empty vodka bottles and dirty dishes. He winced at the sound.

   “Shhh...”    


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avery11: (basset hound)
2012-10-27 09:30 pm

GEHENNA (Part 1)

Genre: Gen
(Published in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part 1. Part 2 follows.)






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Gehenna

(Part 1)

“This is ridiculous,” Illya whispered furiously as they sat in the outer offices of the House of Lilù, portfolios in hand. “We are enforcement agents, not fashion models.”

“We are whoever UNCLE says we are, tovarisch,” Napoleon whispered back. “HQ suspects that THRUSH is somehow using this fashion house as a conduit for disseminating classified information here in London. It's up to us to find out how they're doing it.”

“As male models?” Illya rolled his eyes. “Why couldn't they send us undercover as buyers? Or tailors? I would rather sew a garment than prance in it.”

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2012-10-27 11:13 am

ANOTHER FINE MESS

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen-ish
For Sparky, who wanted a funny story based on this clever cartoon.




ANOTHER FINE MESS



Another Fine Mess

      Napoleon woke.

     They were in a stone cavern, chained back to back on some sort of platform suspended over water. The chains were wrapped around them so tightly as to make any but the smallest movement impossible. Long, dark shapes lurked, half-submerged, in the water below, watching their prey with cruel fascination.

     Crocodiles, Napoleon thought to himself. Well isn't that just dandy?

     

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avery11: (basset hound)
2012-09-23 01:51 pm
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DEATH IN VENICE (Part Two)



Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
(The story is posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. This is Part Two.
To read Part One GO HERE)     





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DEATH IN VENICE

Part Two




    Illya woke to find himself on a stone floor. His wrists were encased in thick manacles, attached by chains to spikes hammered into the wall. He had been stripped down to his boxers, and now he shivered in the chill of the room. His partner lay beside him, unconscious.  


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avery11: (basset hound)
2012-09-23 01:33 pm
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DEATH IN VENICE (Part One)

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
             (The story is posted in two parts due to LJ size constraints. Follow the link at the end of Part One to get to Part Two.)



DEATH IN VENICE



DEATH IN VENICE

Part One

   They stood on the quay outside Marco Polo Airport, their luggage piled about them, waiting for the water taxi that would convey them across the Venetian Lagoon to their hotel. Illya shivered, and raised the collar of his trench coat against the bitter wind blowing in off the Adriatic.

    “It never fails,” he muttered. “Every time we are in Venice, I end up with a head cold.”

    “Quit complaining, tovarisch,” Napoleon replied cheerfully. He shaded his eyes with his hand, hoping to get a better view of the stunning brunette in the chartreuse minidress, just now climbing out of a taxicab.

    “I am not complaining. I am merely stating the facts. Venice is not good for my health. Remember what happened the last time we were here?”


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2012-08-11 06:50 pm
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THE ROME OLYMPIAD (Part 2)



Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
(Be sure to read Part 1 first)




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THE ROME OLYMPIAD

(Part 2)

Thursday, August 25th

      The Opening Ceremony began the following afternoon in a kaleidoscope of color and pageantry. Illya marched into the wide, white bowl of the Stadio Olimpico alongside his British teammates, waving the miniature Union Jacks the team had been given. His uniform concealed a veritable arsenal of advanced weaponry.

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2012-08-11 06:29 pm
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THE ROME OLYMPIAD AFFAIR

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
(Posted in two parts due to LJ format constraints. Just follow the link to Part 2)


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The Rome Olympiad Affair

(Part I)
 

Rome, Italy – Wednesday, August 24, 1960.

     Illya stepped off the BOAC jet, shielding his eyes against the blazing Roman sun. He smiled and waved along with the rest of the British Olympic team, using the opportunity to scan the large and enthusiastic crowd for signs of THRUSH.    


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2012-06-24 09:49 am
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MAYDAY (revised version)

Author: Avery11
Genre: GenAngst
Apologies for the repost. I wasn't entirely satisfied with the original version of Mayday! so I've revised it by adding a concluding scene that, I hope, makes it feel more complete.
  






MAYDAY!
  

    “Mayday! Mayday! This is Alpha Tango Foxtrot one-one-four.” Napoleon's voice, steady and professional, filled the Communications room of UNCLE's New Delhi HQ. “Losing altitude. Repeat, losing altitude. I am southwest of Ceylon -- bearing six degrees, three minutes North by seventy-seven degrees, forty-five minutes East. Airspeed is dropping; attempting to troubleshoot the problem, but --” A burst of static drowned out the last part.

    “Blast!” Waverly tapped his briar pipe against the communications console in frustration. A dusting of ash fell, unnoticed, upon the sleek chrome counter. “Mr. Solo should know better than to broadcast his position on the public airwaves. Now every THRUSH agent within a hundred miles will be on his scent.”  


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2012-06-20 03:23 pm
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THE GOOD FIGHT

Author: Avery11
Genre: Gen
in memory of Periwinkle.




THE GOOD FIGHT

They gathered in the little courtyard, a small and solemn group garbed in black, a few of the women struggling unsuccessfully to hold back their tears. The splashing of the fountain echoed gently off the granite walls.

“There, there,” Napoleon murmured, brushing back a lock of April's hair. “He wouldn't want tears.”

“Well it's not his decision anymore, is it?” April turned away, burying her head in her hands. 


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