19 - More potassium than DMil's banana
*waves to everyone who is still around*
It's great to still see people prompting and writing :) We may have lost a few people on the way but we also had some new intake. Thanks for keeping this place alive!
Let's hope that conference season and the next election will help to pick up the pace a bit.
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It's great to still see people prompting and writing :) We may have lost a few people on the way but we also had some new intake. Thanks for keeping this place alive!
Let's hope that conference season and the next election will help to pick up the pace a bit.
The ususal stuff:
1) All fills for prompts of ( Read more... )
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Gove revealed that one of his favourite love poems is "Love" by George Herbert.
"Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack'd anything.
'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:'
Love said, 'You shall be he.'
'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.'
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
'Who made the eyes but I?'
'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.'
'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?'
'My dear, then I will serve.'
'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.'
So I did sit and eat."Can we have something involving Gove, love, ( ... )
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Also "taste my meat" sounds dirty
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Um...
Anyway he pledged not to take his shirt off, Tessa.
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I see potential for amazing crack!fic.
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~The Brighton hotel room was lit with a single bedside lamp. Caught in the pool of orange light were three things: a charging iPhone; a half-read novel, upside down at its current page; and the figure of Andy Burnham sitting on the edge of the bed in a white dressing gown. Ed Balls, who had just been let in by the slumped figure, hovered before the scene ( ... )
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“So you’ll stay?” Andy said.
“Of course I’ll stay,” Ed replied. “Look, when would I even think of turning that down? Now get into bed.”
Ed had one arm around him, skin against skin, when Andy fell asleep against his chest. He lay there formulating plans, working out how he was going to make things alright tomorrow.
Because they would be alright tomorrow. Ed would be sure of it.
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Manchester was always the worst for drink, because the bars at the two main hotels, the Midland and the Radisson, were cavernous and perfect for late-night, large-scale singing sessions. After one such session, I woke up to a scene I shall never forget ( ... )
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Liam Byrne went all socialist firebrand in his conference speech in a transparent and somewhat pathetic attempt to save his skin. Stephen Twigg has been wandering around looking like Portillo on election night. Everyone in the Shadow Cabinet been swarming the airwaves desperately sucking up to Ed and praising his energy bill freeze to the heavens.
But surely they can make Ed a better, more... personal offer? I'll take anything from cracky seduction fic to outright non-con with Ed demanding gestures of fealty from everyone.
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A/N: This... came from a dark place. Don't say I didn't warn you.
~Ed Miliband liked his office. It wasn’t a large one, and it was rather over-lined with folders, but it was situated away from the telephoto lenses of the press - something that had multiple benefits. It was, in fact, a particularly useful benefit when sad-eyed Shadow Health Ministers appeared at his door and asked to talk to him privately ( ... )
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Ed stroked his hand across Andy’s hair and waited.
Andy was the first to break eye contact. “Was that - “ he started. “Was I convincing?”
“We’ll see what the future brings,” Ed said. “We’ll see.”
It was good being leader.
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A fill! And in the best tradition of creepy-yet-disturbingly-in-character Labour leader fic. Thanks for writing this, anon. I've missed darkfic on the meme, and this story hit just the right notes.
I love how Ed is simultaneously evil and still our derpy EMil- relieved to hide from the cameras, a little passive and indecisive or at least willing to appear that way, but playing the long game. He sits back and in the end all the prizes just fall into his lap, don't they? The Labour leadership, popular energy policies, pretty sad-eyed Health Secretaries...
Also the implication that he's been hinting at this for months and creeping Andy out and that's why Andy's been off his game, and yet Andy's only way out is to give him what he wants... *shiver* Poor Andy. And he probably blames himself for it, too.
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