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Fandoms: Political RPF - UK 20th-21st c., Lolitics
31 Dec 2017
There's three things pretty much everyone's sure of. One, there's a General Election coming up. Two, it's going to come down to two people. Three, those two people-David Cameron and Ed Miliband- will never, ever, stop arguing. Ever. It's impossible. And it's certainly impossible that the two of them could ever, possibly, willingly spend time together. It's impossible that you could start to enjoy spending time with the one person who disagrees with you on everything. It's impossible that you could find yourself confiding in your political rival. It's absolutely, completely, unutterably impossible that you could find yourselves maybe, possibly, navigating something together that might be more than just friendship.
Impossible. Of course.
Then again, impossibility isn't what it used to be.
Epic Camerband fic, set from autumn 2014 onwards to some point in the near future. Overlaps with General Election and real-life events. A story of politics, awkward friendship, something more than awkward friendship and too much arguing.
(No, really. Too much arguing.)
(Check Author's Notes inside for reasons for absurd word-count, etc.:))
My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming
I love not less, though less the show appear
That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming
The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere
-Sonnet 102, William Shakespeare
The first time Ed tells David he loves him, they're in the middle of an argument on the finer points of energy tariffs and neither of them realises he's said it.
Ed stares at him for another second, then flops furiously onto his back, feeling that he's won and lost an argument at once, and he can't decide which. His heart is racing. He can feel something, something tense and buzzing, coiling like a wire in his stomach and chest.
"I don't" and, to his horror, his voice wavers. "I don't want to th-stop."
"OK." Cameron is far too reasonable. As though he doesn't even realise what a thing that is.
In which there is one shed, more than one night, and a lot of passive-aggressive wanting.