8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
Really, ladies? I mean, I do like my boss, but I wouldn't go that far...
Squee. Anything based on this? Preferably crack, but if you can make serious fic from this I will be amazed and mucho impressed.
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When Andy walks into the office Ed Miliband’s been using in Portcullis House, he’s surprised to find the leader of his party frowning into a small hand-held mirror, holding a golden-coloured stick near to his face.
Ed looks up, eyes wide, but doesn’t speak. He just stays very still. Andy closes the door behind him and moves forward. “You alright?”
Ed stands up, finally, moving to stand in front of his desk. “Hi, Andy, I -“ he pauses, avoids eye contact. “I got this. A present.” He hands over the golden stick. Andy takes it from him, and reads aloud.
“Touche Éclat,” he says. “Who’s it from?”
Ed shrugs. “There was no note. I asked around, though. Apparently, some of the female MPs have some sort of...club. I kept hearing things about a campaign, but I couldn’t find out any more ( ... )
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Also, as an anon who has been resisting the urge to write a story involving EMil in lipstick since about prompt one, I salute this!
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