12 - Coming full circle
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In five days (on May 8, 2011) this meme will have existed for a whole year.
It is an extraordinary achievement, your extraordinary achievement, to have kept this going well and alive for so long. With thousands of fics and comments, this meme is one of (if not the) most amazing thing I've ever come across. Not only the amount of fic ( Read more... )
AU where the OT4 is actually a rather nicely functioning (though still filled with politics and not entirely free of problems/tensions) four-way relationship.
Yes, I am fully aware of how delusional this prompt is.. That's why it's labelled AU..
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But seriously, the need to write probably insanely OOC nulab OT4 fluff is taking over my brain. Any good ideas for an AU?
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I like the above anon's suggestions. I somehow imagine that TBGB are the first to get together and then they bring in Peter to the relationship, and later Alastair, and partly because the dynamic and the secrecy of it all holds them closer together, partly because they're more willing to make adjustments/compromises, the problems that developed never fully develop in this 'verse..
But really, just an idea, I'll take anything..
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Peter Mandelson was memorable upon first meeting, slightly absurd after a few but reliable enough to make his way to their inside group. Tony liked him, and Neil liked him, and eventually Gordon liked him, enough to confide in him, enough to share a drink.
The drink turned into a few, and Gordon was sure it was merely his imagination, the way Peter's hand ghosted over his knuckles when reaching for the bottle, a brush of skin sending sensations to strange places, or Peter's hand on Tony's knee, lingering.
For a moment, Gordon could merely curse Tony, who'd brought this world of implication into their existence (theirs, like they were already an entity together), but after Peter left, Gordon's conversation about the strategy they'd been talking was cut short with Tony's mouth and hands and desperation.
Clutter, Gordon thought. That's what all this was. Sex and partnership and weird emotions and Peter fucking Mandelson. Tony had brought all this clutter into his brain and his body gave in like a weakling, an addict to all of it ( ... )
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”Scoot over,” Alastair told Gordon, and in his hazy state of mind, head full of thoughts about the conference and everything else, in the dark of the hotel room, he made room for Alastair in his bed.
They rarely did this alone, so the hesitation lingers heavy in the air between them, until Alastair kissed him, hand pressing demandingly against crotch and every rational thought gave way to sensation.
When Gordon'd recovered, Alastair's mouth was against his earlobe, nibbling lazily, almost as if to avoid doing something else.
Eventually, words found their way out. ”You know, Tony thinks you'll become Prime Minister.”
”Tony hopes that,” Gordon corrected him.
”No, Tony thinks that. Tony had a premonition about it,” Alastair said ( ... )
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I love you aa, this is really brilliant.
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