FIC: On the Ball, City
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zaubraFandom: UK Politics
Title: On the Ball, City
Ship(s): Ed Balls/Andy Burnham
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG
Summary: Andy needs to learn not to give Ed ideas. For a prompt at the meme.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. If you've found this by googling yourself or someone you know, stop playing on the Internet and go run the country.
On the Ball, City
Ed is smirking over his cup of tea.
This is a common enough occurrence that Andy doesn’t at first think anything of it. Gradually, however, the smirk begins to reach frankly alarming proportions, and Andy raises an eyebrow. “Care to share with the class?”
Ed attempts to look innocent. “Wha’?”
“Is there a reason you look like you’ve just made Osborne cry?”
Ed’s eyes briefly unfocus at the thought.
Andy sighs. “Edward.”
Ed shakes himself slightly. The smirk returns. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
“Nothing,” Andy repeats, sceptically.
The smirk grows.
Andy sets his own cup down into its saucer with a clatter. “Out with it!”
Ed affects nonchalance. (Andy, of course, sees through him.) “It’s just…Stephen Fry is only the third most famous Norwich City fan.”
After a moment of bafflement, Andy remembers his earlier tweet.
@andyburnhammp Andy Burnham
In Norwich for #DropTheBill rally - and campaign gets timely boost from world's 3rd most famous Norwich City fan! Thanks @stephenfry
Ah.
“And you think you’re more famous than Stephen Fry?” Andy says, wrinkling his nose across the table at his very own picture of innocence. “Stephen Fry, National Treasure?”
“I,” Ed says, and drains his cup with decisiveness, “am the best Norwich City fan in the world.”
Andy opens his mouth to protest the enormity of this audacity, but, well, Everton, and, well, he can’t quite bring himself to burst the serenity of Ed’s joy. “Is that so?”
“It is,” Ed says, and beams at him, in charity with the world.
“Well,” Andy says, and swallows the last of his own tea. “As long as you don’t start singing ‘On the Ball, City’ when you’re fucking me.”
There are suddenly a great many more teeth in Ed’s smirk.
Andy sighs. “You’re going to do that next time, aren’t you.” It isn’t a question.
“You can wear your Everton shirt if it makes you feel better,” Ed says, magnanimously.
Oddly enough, Andy thinks it just might.
~//~
Title: On the Ball, City
Ship(s): Ed Balls/Andy Burnham
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG
Summary: Andy needs to learn not to give Ed ideas. For a prompt at the meme.
Disclaimer: This is a creative work of fiction, composed of fictional characters inspired by the public personas of living people. No injury or disrespect is intended to the persons named. If you've found this by googling yourself or someone you know, stop playing on the Internet and go run the country.
On the Ball, City
Ed is smirking over his cup of tea.
This is a common enough occurrence that Andy doesn’t at first think anything of it. Gradually, however, the smirk begins to reach frankly alarming proportions, and Andy raises an eyebrow. “Care to share with the class?”
Ed attempts to look innocent. “Wha’?”
“Is there a reason you look like you’ve just made Osborne cry?”
Ed’s eyes briefly unfocus at the thought.
Andy sighs. “Edward.”
Ed shakes himself slightly. The smirk returns. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
“Nothing,” Andy repeats, sceptically.
The smirk grows.
Andy sets his own cup down into its saucer with a clatter. “Out with it!”
Ed affects nonchalance. (Andy, of course, sees through him.) “It’s just…Stephen Fry is only the third most famous Norwich City fan.”
After a moment of bafflement, Andy remembers his earlier tweet.
@andyburnhammp Andy Burnham
In Norwich for #DropTheBill rally - and campaign gets timely boost from world's 3rd most famous Norwich City fan! Thanks @stephenfry
Ah.
“And you think you’re more famous than Stephen Fry?” Andy says, wrinkling his nose across the table at his very own picture of innocence. “Stephen Fry, National Treasure?”
“I,” Ed says, and drains his cup with decisiveness, “am the best Norwich City fan in the world.”
Andy opens his mouth to protest the enormity of this audacity, but, well, Everton, and, well, he can’t quite bring himself to burst the serenity of Ed’s joy. “Is that so?”
“It is,” Ed says, and beams at him, in charity with the world.
“Well,” Andy says, and swallows the last of his own tea. “As long as you don’t start singing ‘On the Ball, City’ when you’re fucking me.”
There are suddenly a great many more teeth in Ed’s smirk.
Andy sighs. “You’re going to do that next time, aren’t you.” It isn’t a question.
“You can wear your Everton shirt if it makes you feel better,” Ed says, magnanimously.
Oddly enough, Andy thinks it just might.
~//~
