Cloud no. 9
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 prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business. ( Read more... )
Michael is well-liked at his job but Ed is really going places, becoming Gordon Brown's right-hand woman, and Byron grows up and goes to university, and comes back in three years with a degree in molecular biology and an announcement.
"Mum, dad," he says with a blond, gangly-looking boy next to him who's been around for tea many times but whose name Michael always forgets. "I'm bisexual. And this is Stephen, who I'm moving to Bristol with."
Michael doesn't drop his teaspoon in the sugar. Ed clears her throat.
"Well," she says. "That's quite lovely. You know, Labour have got their own LGBT organisation."
"So do the Conservatives!" Michael pipes up.
Ed glares at him. "Well, if he wants to join a party that are hypocrites regarding gay rights."
"For fuck's sake," Byron says. "I'm not joining any party."
"I'm actually a member of the Liberal Democrats," Stephen says.
Michael gives Ed a look. Neither of them laugh out loud, at least not until their son and his boyfriend have left the house.
"It is awfully sweet, though," Ed says happily.
"We've raised him well," Michael agrees.
"Well, I've raised him well," Ed replies. "While you read poetry."
"I studied poetry," Michael says calmly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Vast difference."
Ed leans back against his touch. "I love you so much, you know."
"I know," Michael says.
"I even hope your stupid party realises how clever you are," Ed says, her hand reaching up to sink into Michael's hair. "Even though you'd all still be horribly wrong, of course."
"Of course," Michael agrees. "Why can't you be more like me? I for one like the current Labour prime minister."
Ed makes a face. "Don't remind me. I was being all nice and now you made me think of him out of all people."
"I do apologise," Michael says, pulling her closer when she begins to move away. "What were you saying about my stupid party?"
"That they'd be smart to take you," Ed says. "I mean that. Just don't remind me that I meant that."
Michael just kisses her in reply.
Authornon is just a sucker for any Goveballs, hatesexy or fluffy and utterly AU and I don't even know. Hope you enjoy, OP.
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I think I love you
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BYRON!
"How can you not be into football," Ed asks, and she's really crying now,
"Well, I've raised him well," Ed replies. "While you read poetry."
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This is a mental fic and I love it.
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how did you know
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Also probably the only one. But even if there were more it would be the best.
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