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tamingthemuseTitle: The Rescue of the Black Knight
Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Prompt: #350 - Sarcasm
Warnings: mostly for bad puns and *surprise* sarcasm
Rating: G
Summary: Napoleon has been captured and Illya must rescue him.
My thanks to Sparky955 & Yelizaveta for the clean up! Link takes you to AO3
“If I commanded, would you lay down your life for me?”
“As you will.” Napoleon didn’t move from his previous position. It was as if he was frozen in time.
“If I commanded, would you lay with me?”
“As you will.”
“If I commanded, would you kill your partner for me?”
“As you will.”
Napoleon’s monotone response began to eat at her nerves and she strode to a table to snatch up a goblet of wine and two small white tablets. The combination would soon soothe her nerves. She swallowed the pills and took a deep swallow of wine. Its sweetness nearly choked her. She hated mulled wine.
She threw the goblet and it hit the floor inches in front of Napoleon, splattering his suit with red droplets of wine. The man never flinched, or even reacted in the least. His docility was all well and fine but perhaps she hadn’t thought this through properly.
Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Prompt: #350 - Sarcasm
Warnings: mostly for bad puns and *surprise* sarcasm
Rating: G
Summary: Napoleon has been captured and Illya must rescue him.
My thanks to Sparky955 & Yelizaveta for the clean up! Link takes you to AO3
“If I commanded, would you lay down your life for me?”
“As you will.” Napoleon didn’t move from his previous position. It was as if he was frozen in time.
“If I commanded, would you lay with me?”
“As you will.”
“If I commanded, would you kill your partner for me?”
“As you will.”
Napoleon’s monotone response began to eat at her nerves and she strode to a table to snatch up a goblet of wine and two small white tablets. The combination would soon soothe her nerves. She swallowed the pills and took a deep swallow of wine. Its sweetness nearly choked her. She hated mulled wine.
She threw the goblet and it hit the floor inches in front of Napoleon, splattering his suit with red droplets of wine. The man never flinched, or even reacted in the least. His docility was all well and fine but perhaps she hadn’t thought this through properly.
