Of all the drabbles I've written, this one (which is one of my earliest),remains my favourite.

You can either follow this link to the drabble on AO3, or you can look under the cut, where I've re-posted it.


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I will admit that I don't have any canon to back me up on these, but honestly? It should be canon.

I edited these down from some 'word of the day' drafts I found on my computer.

Drabbles below the cut. Also available on AO3

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“How you feeling tovarisch?”

“How do you think I am feeling? I have a broken leg, arm and collarbone you blockhead,”Illya growled.

“Hey, I was just asking? I have a broken leg too you know.” Solo pointed to his cast, gingerly resting on a bed pillow.

“Well whose fault is that?”

“Moi? No way. You set the timer on the explosives.”

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This is not the greatest thing I've ever written, but it is the first thing I've written anything in such a long time. I intended to write a normal 100 word drabble, but it grew a little.


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I haven't heard about any recalls on the new year, so it is still, to the best of my knowledge, 2021.  I have heard talk about impeaching 2020, in an effort to lessen the effects of all of those months of debilitating lockdowns and mental and emotional damage, in addition to the obvious physical dangers.

Oh well... sigh ...

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I decided to repost here because it needs to be said.  No matter where you are on the political scale, what happened last week is disgusting and reprehensible.

Election Day

Chapter Text

“Illya, come with me.  I have something to do before lunch.”

“I am hungry, Napoleon, can it not wait until after?”

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Napoleon was still sleuthing around the office, hoping to discover Illya’s secret plans for New Year’s Eve.  Today was the last opportunity he would have to declare victory over his secretive partner.

Casually strolling into the translations room, Napoleon approached Mandy, the woman who seemed to know everything that went on in HQ.

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(a double drabble)

Kuryakin was behind the wheel of the silver Impala and he was driving at a good clip with the radio blasting, singing along with the song that was playing. It was a sunny day he was in an unusually good mood.

“I can't wait forever, Even though you want me to, I can't wait forever even though you want me to... Time won't let me, ( Read more... )

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'.

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