#i am an au fiend and this gets added to my long list

[emily-mooon]

Imagine if Stacey and Neil actually met in high school except they didn’t go to the same school: they met through Kid Chameleon.

One night, Scott brings Stacey to one of their shows and it just so happens that Stephanie (or Steph) brought Neil with her.

Since they were both the youngest people there (Neil’s 17, Stacey’s 16 till December), they decided to talk to each other and they hit it off.

Stacey also develops a bit of a crush on Neil and would always ask Scott if Steph was going to bring her brother with her again, as she wanted to see him and didn’t know if there was another way.

Then one morning, she discovers that they take the same TTC bus and from then on they talk before and after school and become sorta friends. At this point, Neil also starts developing a crush on her.

Things stayed like that for about two months until Neil and his mom moved places (as I agree with the headcanon that the Nordegraf siblings have divorced parents) so they would no longer take the same bus in the morning or after school. They still have Kid Chameleon shows to meet up and talk at right? Ha ha wrong cause at New Years, the famous break up between Scott and Envy happens which in turn, also breaks up the band.

That whole break up was the nail in the coffin that strained Neil and Stacey’s kinda friendship. They didn’t have the others phone number cause they were both too shy to ask and also cause they both kept forgetting.

There also wasn’t a whole ton of opportunities to ask either of their siblings for their phone numbers so they just gave up and went on with their lives.

But then why didn’t they recognize the other in the like three times there were in the same room together? Easy answer: Stacey was distracted by everything around her to even notice Neil, who in turn, was slowly disappearing into the crowd and fully did by the time it was Lisa’s going away dinner.

So when they see each other again properly at the Chaos Theater, something clicks and they fall back into where they once were two years ago. To them it felt like a decade, but no it was just two years. They catch up on what they missed in the others lives on the walk home.

After that these dorks start dating cause the feelings were still there, just buried deep, left dormant, and forgotten. They came back but slightly different as people change.

#and that’s it! #this idea has been cooking for a little bit btw #i am an au fiend and this gets added to my long list #I have another idea where neil lives on the east coast with his mom but spent Christmas with his dad and Stephanie #he also says he’ll come visit Stacey during March break but since kid chameleon broke up after Scott and envy broke up #he didn’t get to (also cause he went on a trip with his mom instead) #the drama is there but I think I’m the only person who headcanons that Neil has family on the east coast sooooo #or hey how about he moves there with his mom since she wanted to be closer to her family #that’s another alternative #anyways try to pry this au headcanon from my cold dead hands #i love it sm #apologies if some things sound cliche deep down I’m a romantic at heart and I’m such a sucker for ppl meeting again after not seeing the #other for awhile #also sorry for any spelling mistakes it’s late at night and I should go to bed now so gn! #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim comic #young neil #neil nordegraf #stacey pilgrim #nordegrim #emilys headcanons #emilys long list of aus #i guess this counts as canon divergent too #long post #cause it is kinda long ngl

[therealmofamorus]

The Defilement of Titania (Naruto/Fairy Tail)

Word Count: 1016

AU: Alpha Male AU, Misogyny AU, Crossover AU

Summary: Crossover AU of Naruto & Fairy Tail: Madara Uchiha teach Erza Scarlet a lesson. A lesson of her true place in the world: underneath him as his broken, faithful concubine.

Theme: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Mind Break, Fucked Silly, Misogyny, Non-Con

X—xx—X

"Are you Madara Uchiha!"

Madara Uchiha opened up his eyes and gazed back in the direction of the loud feminine voice with a dead, apathetic gaze in his ebony eyes.

The owner of the voice was a beautiful young woman in her late teen to young adulthood, with long scarlet-red hair and gorgeous brown eyes. The woman has a slender, voluptuous figure, magnificent and amazing in size and shape. Blessed with large perky breasts, he was estimated to be 42 K Cup, with a slim supermodel waist, wide child-bearing hips, and long, athletic legs with the right amount of fat and muscles. Clad in a well-made custom-forged feminine armor resembling a knight, a blue skirt, black boots, and diamond-shaped silver earrings.

He knew her, perhaps not personally but by her reputation as one of the S-Class Mages and previous 7th Guild Master of the Fairy Tail Guild.

Erza "Titania" Scarlet.

"That is me." He answered with indifference. "Care to explain to me why you have rudely interrupted my daily meditation." The Uchiha added with sardonic mirth in his deep raspy voice, adding a mocking undertone to his otherwise calm stoicism.

He saw the woman known as the "Titania" was glaring at him with a stern, determined look on her porcelain face. Her brown eyes glowered with sheer intensity as she took out her long knight-like sword out of her pocket dimension and pointed at him with a dramatic flair that had almost snorted in amusement.

"You are under arrest for several counts of 38 murder, five drug trafficking rings, kidnapping, and 17 counts of the unlawful assassination of numerous high-ranking members of several kingdom courts," Her eyes and voice grew darker and harsher with rage and disgust. "...and as well of multiple and multiple accounts of sexual assaults and rape!"

He lifted a sole eyebrow at the list of crimes he had committed. Impressed how they managed to get several of them connected to him but amused by how they failed to find more of his crimes.

"I am quite surprised the Magic Council in their great incompetence and cowardice find that much of me." The Shadow of the Uchiha Clan said, in a tone dripping with sarcasm as he stood up from his meditation pose and turned to look at the crimson-haired woman with expression of cold arrogance and indifference. "Truly I've undervalued their level of cowardly competence." He said with a booming laughter that echoed across the plainfield.

The sheer arrogance and sarcasm in the man's deep voice angered the scarlet-haired woman, who glared hard and long at the dark-haired devil in human flesh and dark-blue heavy samurai-like armor.

"You dare laugh about your villainy!" She roared out as she settled in her combat stance, ready to launch herself, and attacked the fiend with a valiant swing of her long knight-like sword. "I'll defeat you in the name of Fiore and all of your victims you ruined for your vile greed and lust for power."

"Then come at me," He spread his arms with a confident smirk on his hardened face. "Come and defeat me in the name of justice and the people of Fiore." He taunted the crimson-haired swordswoman. His dark eyes flashed into a deep, malevolent shade of red.

With a battle cry, the Titania of Fairy Tail rushed at the man with her blade high, ready to slash the dark-haired, black-souled villain in the name of Fiore. In the name of her friends and her family back at Fairy Tail.

X—xx—X

Erza Scarlet loud out a deep, feminine moan, unable to stop herself from moaning from the thick hard cock piston in and out of her formerly pure maidenhood. Her defiler's large, powerful hand gripped her beautiful long blood-red hair like a dog leash as he fucked her well-abused, cream-filled quim with a dark air of cruelty and callousness.

It had been several hours since her defilement. Long, enduring hours of relentless, cruel sex with the man who was wanted S-Rank criminal, wanted in several kingdoms for his crimes against the people. How he is a ruthless serial killer, a prolific drug trafficker, and a serial rapist who has seduced and broken countless women into an empty husks of women after he finished partaking in his desire with them.

How she took up the request to track and take down the irremediable fiend once and for all...

...only for her to be defeated and raped by him for several hours of cruel defilement with the raven-haired, red-eyed devil of a man who looks at her with a dark expression of cruelty and mirth as he takes her maidenhood and forces her to have her first orgasm with a man who she feels nothing but pure unadulterated disgust and hatred.

"Cumming again, Ms.Scarlet? Is the eleventh time you cum with me when you vow never to cm again." The low cruel baritone voice said in a soft, silky, but malicious tone. His lips near her ear as he thrust in and out of her tight, moist quim with overwhelming force and masterful precision. "Guess you're as pitiful and weak as all women are."

"G-Go to hell!" Erza hissed out in a defiant but tired tone of voice, her near-gazed hazel eyes glaring up at her rapist. "I-I will k-kill you w-when t-the opportunity comes!"

"Heh." The Uchiha said. "That they all said to me before they're reduced to their true self as broken sluts. Forever enslaved to me and me alone..."

"...and you'll be no different to them." He finished, as he let out a dark growling grunt as he unleashed another hot, thick load of cum into her well-filled quim.

That one load of cum was the breaking point of Erza frazzled sanity that had been hanging by a thread to endure the traumatic rape with the strong monster in human flesh. With a final, broken moan, the strongest Fairy of Fairy Tail passed out, with the last thing she saw was the cruel smirk of the fiendish man before darkness claimed her and took her into the realm of unconsciousness.

XxxX

This is my first fanfic for this blog. Please let me know how you like the short fanfic. Feel free to send in some Criticism, Comments, Tips, Etc.

#naruto #naruto smut #naruto fanfiction #madara uchiha #fairy tail #fairy tail smut #fairy tail fanfiction #erza scarlet #alpha male stud au #crossover au #crossover fanfiction #misogyny au

[captainscanadian]

The CBC 1K Writing Challenge

Captain’s Canadian hit 1000 followers yesterday and as she is Tumblr best friends with someone who used to write puns for a living, she decided to make her first writing challenge a pun itself. Don’t judge me, folks! CBC stands for the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. But in this context, it stands for CARTER BAIZEN, BUCKY BARNES and CHRIS BECK. If you know me, you would know that these are my TOP THREE of Sebastian’s characters. So, I had to base my writing challenge about them.

Guidelines:

You do not need to be following me, but it would be cool if you did.

Please reblog if you would like to take part. If not, please give this a signal boost. The more people who see this, the better!

Please send your entries through ASKS. I won’t be accepting them through PMs, reblogs or comments!

WE WANT NONE OF THAT P*DO, IN*EST, NON-CON/DUB-CON SHIT IN THIS HOUSE, OKAY?

Prompts are assigned to certain characters. Please write them for them and ONLY for them. I am doing this to encourage people to write for Carter Baizen and Chris Beck (who are so underrated!) and I am also encouraging Bucky Barnes AUs, specifically because I’m a sucker for them.

I have sixty prompts in total and I have divided them into twenty each. I don’t expect all sixty of them to be taken, but I don’t plan on adding any more prompts to this list.

You CAN have more than one prompt per person as long as  you’re writing for MORE THAN ONE character. You can also add two prompts into one entry. The maximum number of prompts per person is THREE. You can have one of each character or you can have two prompts for one character and a third prompt for a different character. But you CANNOT have three prompts for the same character. Also, if you do commit to writing more than one entry, PLEASE ACTUALLY WRITE THEM!

I will accept both OCs and Reader-Inserts.

You can write a One-Shot or a Series.

Please write a minimum of 500 words. If you write more than that, PLEASE USE A ‘READ MORE’ BREAK! IT SAVES LIVES!

Please tag all of your warnings accordingly!

Please tag me @captainscanadian and #cbc1kwc.

If I do not reblog your post in the FIRST TWENTY-FOUR HOURS because Tumblr ate my notifications, please link me to your post via PMs.

I have decided NOT to have a deadline for this challenge, since deadlines create anxiety and we’re not doing that! Join whenever you want, write whenever you want and I’ll end this challenge when I get through this list... even if it’s ten years from now!

Carter Baizen:

1. “Are you trying to make me to hate you? Because it’s working.”

2. “Boom! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

3. “Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid.”

4.“Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you and it scares the hell out of me.”

5. “Do you treat all your hookups like this?” - taken by @tinymalscoffee

6. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

7. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.” - taken by @baezen

8. “I did a pregnancy test.”

9. “I didn’t think it was even possible for you to be so intelligent."

10. “I don’t care what style. Take off your shirt and take me all the way right now.”

11. “If you loved me, you’d fight for it. If you loved me, you’d show it. If you loved me, you’d fight for me. Do you even know what love is?”
 

12. “I guess I was wrong about you. You’re not so bad after all.”

13. “I swear if you weren’t so attractive, I’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.”

14. “I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart."
 - taken by @ladymidnightt

15. “I’m your daughter.”

16. “Who the hell abandons someone they love?”

17. “Would you stop for a second so I can say something to you for once!”


18. “You had a kid and decided to walk out. You don’t get to call the shots round here.”

19. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with him/her.”

20. “You’ve never felt an orgasm? Maybe that’s ‘cause you’ve never slept with me.” 

Chris Beck:

21. “Am I dead?”

22. “Are you-are you flirting with me?” - taken by @wintersoldier1989

23. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

24. “Daddy, how did you and mommy fall in love?”

25. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
 - taken by @this-kitten-is-smitten

26. “Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant?”- take by @baezen

27. “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.” - taken by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

28. “I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’”

29. “I could tell it was your favorite book from all the notes you wrote in the margins.”


30. “I didn’t ask for any of this! But do you know what I put up with it all? Because I love you!”

31. “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you every day and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you.” - taken by @jalapenobarnes

32. “If this was planned for Valentine’s Day, you’re a bit late for that.”

33. “If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.” - taken by @jalapenobarnes

34. “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”

35. “Is…that my picture in your wallet/as your home screen?” - taken by @becs-bunker

36. “It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.” - taken by @mercedesbarnes

37. “Remember our first date? When you took me to Starbucks and it took me  minutes just to choose a flavour of Frappuccino? I was never sure about anything, never. But I was so fucking sure about you!” - taken by @disaffectedbarnes

38. “Wait this is your handwriting? I thought this was hieroglyphics.”

39. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people stop to roll their eyes or call you crazy... even then. Especially then!”

40. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

Bucky Barnes:

41. Actor AU - taken by @aspiratixxn

42. Athlete AU

43. Bakery AU - taken by @tinymalscoffee

44. Bartender/Bar AU - taken by @shakespeareanqueer

45. Bodyguard AU

46. CEO AU / Boss AU - taken by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

47. Chef AU - taken by @trillian-anders

48. College AU - taken by @empyreanwritings

49. Doctor AU - taken by @captainsscarlet

50. Fashion/Fashion Designer AU

51. Fire Fighter AU - taken by @vhsbarnes

52. High School Reunion AU - taken by @simsadventures

53. Hospital AU - taken by @justfandomwritings

54. Lawyer AU - taken by @spiderrpcrker

55. Medieval AU

56. Model AU - taken by @baezen

57. Musical AU - taken by @sociallyeneptbarnes

58. Police AU - taken by @lovemeterwrites

59. Roommate AU

60. Veterinarian AU

#cbc1kwc #writing challenge #signal boost #just watch this flop lol

[rose-of-pollux]

The Deadly Admirer Affair (MFU fic), part 3/10

Title: The Deadly Admirer Affair Rating: PG13 (for action/danger) Chapter summary: Illya wakes up but can’t provide any useful information about his attacker; the others reach dead ends, as well.

If you prefer reading on FFN, you can read it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12338876/3/ If you prefer reading on AO3, you can read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9472766/chapters/21779225

                                  Act III: Questions but No Answers

Illya had been keeping his eyes closed even after waking up some time later.  He did a mental check now, trying to get his bearings.

What happened…? he asked himself.  He winced as he moved and felt the pain flare up in his side—where he had been wounded. …I was shot…!

His breathing suddenly quickened as the memories from the night before returned, but he was soon aware of a gentle hand on his face.

“Hey,” he heard Napoleon say, softly.  “It’s okay. You’re safe.  I’m here.”

Napoleon’s words were punctuated by soft murowrs, and Illya relaxed, realizing that both his partner and their cat had obviously been looking after him while he slept.

Illya opened his eyes now, seeing that it was clearly daytime, but Napoleon had closed the blinds to allow Illya to sleep some more.

Illya looked up at Napoleon with a wan smile.

“After our last mission, I should have been the one looking after you,” he mumbled.  “Napoleon…”

“Don’t think about that,” his partner said, gripping Illya’s hand.  “I’m fine.  But how are you?”

“As good as I can be for being shot at,” Illya said.  He sighed. “I suppose you wish to know what happened?”

“That would be good.”

“Alas, I cannot say much,” Illya sighed.  “I had just gotten the bagels and had been taking a shortcut through the alley to get to the nearest subway entrance to come back here.  I admit, my mind was… elsewhere, and I was not as vigilant as I should have been.  Whoever it was took me completely by surprise.”

“Do you have any description of your attacker?”

Illya shook his head.

“It happened so quickly, and the lighting in the alley was dim,” he said.  “And the attacker spoke to me in a harsh whisper; the voice was well-masked.”

“The attacker spoke to you? What did they say?”

“Nothing much.  Taunted me for not seeing it coming, and…”  Illya trailed off, shuddering.

“Illya?” Napoleon asked, softly.

“They said they wanted me to bleed out—die a slow death.”

Napoleon swore under his breath.

“Napoleon, please…  I am fine now.  …I hope you did not worry too much.”

“Well, I breathed easier when you started snoring a few hours ago; that was when Baba Yaga took a catnap, too.”

“I do not snore.”

“Au contraire; who would know better than me?” Napoleon asked.

Illya smiled in spite of himself, and then he sobered.

“I still don’t know what the attacker was after.  I seem to remember Mandy saying last night that the reports were still intact.”

“They were,” Napoleon said. “Whoever it was stole a piece of my bagel.  And before you ask if it was someone hungry who took it from you, they only took one piece of my bagel; they left yours and the rest of mine alone.”

“…What.”  Illya’s tone of voice wasn’t even questioning; it was flat disbelief.

“We were just as puzzled, believe me.”

“It sounds as though someone shot me and then took the piece of bagel just to taunt me,” Illya muttered.

“That was my thought—sounds like the kind of thing THRUSH would do,” Napoleon said.  “April and Mark have been out looking for clues; hopefully, they’ll be able to find something so we can find out which feathered fiend did it.”

Illya sighed.

“And how long am I to be stuck here in this purgatory of Medical?”

Napoleon grinned; if Illya was complaining about being in Medical, then he was most definitely on the mend.

“Can’t help you there—though I’ll do my best to convince the staff that you’ll be best recuperating at home. Maybe I’ll tell them that I’ll rest, too, if they let you go home…  We can malinger together.”

“I thought you said you were fine,” Illya said, suddenly concerned.

“I am,” Napoleon assured him, now pulling a cart with a covered tray beside Illya’s bed.  “It was Mr. Waverly who thinks I need to rest. Personally, I’ve never felt better. And I bet you’ll feel much better if you get something to eat.  You want lunch?”

“Don’t you mean breakfast?”

“No, I mean lunch,” Napoleon said, showing Illya his watch.

Illya’s eyes widened.

“I slept in until two in the afternoon!?”

“Well, you did just spend half the night getting shot at and then going under the knife,” Napoleon reminded him.

Illya grumbled and complained under his breath some more, and it was music to Napoleon’s ears as he uncovered the tray of food.

The sight of the food did slightly improve Illya’s mood, and he began to eat, pausing as Baba Yaga meowed and started staring at his tray very intently.

“…I think she wants you to share,” Napoleon mused.

Illya shook his head in amusement, but caved in and gave Baba Yaga part of his filet of sole, which she happily accepted.

“She has me wrapped around her paw, and she knows it,” he sighed.

“You’re just a great dad to her.”

“So are you.”

“Yes, but you’re the one who spoils her,” Napoleon teased.

Their conversation was soon halted by a knock on the recovery ward door.  Napoleon momentarily panicked as Illya indicated Baba Yaga; Napoleon quickly scooped up the cat in his suitjacket to hide her from view, who protested as she dropped her piece of fish because of the sudden movement.

“Come in!” he called.  “Oh, it’s you guys?”

He put Baba Yaga back down to reclaim the fish as April and Mark entered, followed by Mandy and George. Illya greeted them.

“How are you feeling?” April asked.

“Much better,” the Russian assured her.  “Now, perhaps, you can tell me something about my attacker?”

“Sorry, Chum,” Mark said, sympathetically.  “Whoever it is knows a lot about how to cover one’s tracks.  There wasn’t a shred of evidence at the site or on either the papers or the bagels.”

“They must have worn gloves and shoe covers,” April said.  “There were no footprints, either.”

“After they checked the reports and the envelope for fingerprints, I went over them and even had two people from the cryptology department go over them in English and Portuguese,” Mandy said, shaking her head.  “There were no codes or any sort of hidden messages in those reports.”

“And I haven’t had a chance to test the bagels yet,” George said.  “Someone’s already using the lab’s analysis equipment; I have to wait until they’re done.  But the fingerprint check came up empty, and all the preliminary tests show that, so far, the bagels are just regular, ordinary, edible bagels without any adulteration or secrets.”

“And Illya didn’t get a good look at his attacker, either.  Great; so we’ve all hit nothing but dead ends,” Napoleon sighed.

There were a couple of sheepish apologies all around him, and Napoleon managed a wan smile.

“It’s alright,” he said. “You’re all doing your best, and I appreciate it.  Whoever did this knew what they were doing to avoid being identified.  But we’re still going to find out who did it.”

“Anything in particular you want us to do now?” April asked.

“See if you can pick up any news on THRUSH sightings in the New York area,” Napoleon said.  “If you and Mark can get a list of names, maybe we can deduce which of our suspects is most likely to have done this.  …But, ah, get some rest if you need it; I know you two have been out there searching since early this morning.”

“It’s for Illya; we don’t mind,” Mark insisted.

“We want this creep captured too, Napoleon,” April agreed.  “But we’ll be sure to pace ourselves.”

“Okay,” Napoleon said, with a grateful nod.  “Mandy, I know you said cryptology went over those reports--”

“You want me to go over them one more time?” she asked.

“If it’s not too much trouble—compare them to the previous set of reports and see if there’s anything different. And George, as soon as that lab equipment is available, see if there is anything amiss with that bagel.”

“Right.”

“And what I said to Mark and April goes for you, too—you’ve both been busy since early this morning, too, so take as much rest as you need.”

“And we want to find out who did this, too,” Mandy said.

“So if there’s any small way we can help, we want to,” George added.

“Thank you,” Illya said, quietly. “All of you.”

The others insisted they were glad to do it, and Napoleon just smiled at him.

“See, Tovarisch, it isn’t just you and me against the world; we’ve got a whole team on our side—the very best there is!”  He winked and gently touched Illya’s cheek.  “If you’re feeling up to resting by yourself, I’d like to get out there and shake a few trees myself.”

“What do you have in mind?” Mark asked.

“I have it on reliable authority that Victor Marton has been setting up a new THRUSH front in Newark,” Napoleon said.  “Perhaps I can cash in on his former partnership with Mr. Waverly to get some information on who was in Manhattan early this morning—or who would have enough of an axe to grind to go all the way to Manhattan just to confront Illya.”

“Good luck,” April said. “We’ll let you know over Channel D if we find anything important.”

“That goes for us, too,” George said.

Napoleon and Illya both thanked them as they headed back out, and Illya turned his attention back to his lunch.

“So…” Illya said, as he ate. “What happens if you meet with Marton, and he does not wish to divulge any information?  You know how difficult he likes to be.”

“I normally don’t like to involve my Special in an argument, but I have found that it can be quite persuasive; if it means finding out who did this to you, I’ll gladly resort to that, even on Marton himself.”

Illya paused, hearing the underlying anger in his partner’s voice—a rare occurrence, and, therefore, significant.

“Napoleon…” he said, softly.

“Sleeping darts,” Napoleon promised.  He paused. “Unless you’d prefer that I stay with you.”

Napoleon glanced back at him, and Illya stared into his partner’s eyes.  Of course, Illya wanted him to stay; Napoleon’s presence was always the biggest comfort whenever he was shacked up in Medical.  Yet he could also see the burning desire in Napoleon’s eyes to bring whoever did this to justice.

“Go on,” Illya encouraged him.

“Are you really sure?  Just say the word, and I’ll stay right here.”

Illya smiled at him.

“Da, I am sure, Napoleon.  I’m still rather tired; perhaps if I sleep some more, I can convince the staff to let me rest at home.”  He paused.  “Are the stories about our last mission still circulating?”

“…I haven’t really been around the building since you were brought in here, but I assume—and hope—that your latest misfortune has pushed those aside for now,” Napoleon said.  “Look, ah…  As soon as I’m back from Newark, I’ll pull rank for a bit and convince them to let you go home.”

“I would appreciate that very much.”

“I thought so,” Napoleon mused. He felt a sudden twist in his gut, as though his sixth sense was telling him that he should do that sooner rather than later.  “Actually, you know what?  Why don’t I do that now—drop you off at home and then go to Newark?”

“While I would appreciate that very much, as well, would it not make more sense to try to pick up a trail before it goes cold?”

Napoleon blinked.

“I guess you’ve got a point there…” he said.  He smiled as Illya put the empty food tray back on the cart, and Napoleon obligingly tucked him in as he laid back down on the bed.  “I’ll see you later.”  He gave Baba Yaga another scratch behind the ears as she curled up again next to Illya’s wounded side and resumed purring.  “And I’ll see you later, too.”

“Good luck,” Illya offered, as he closed his eyes.

“Thanks; hopefully, I’ll return with some good news.”  He paused on his way out, looking back at his partner, who was resting while absently petting the cat.  Once again, Napoleon pushed aside the nagging feeling that he should take Illya home now, bid him goodbye, and headed out of the recovery ward.

There was work to do.

#Napoleon Solo #Illya Kuryakin #napollya #mfu fic #the man from uncle #The Deadly Admirer Affair