#otp: tweedletwat and tweedleprick

[alisoncooper]

adam and fergus have taken early retirement from politics and have finally decided to tie the knot. unfortunately, they’ve also decided to share their lives and this news on instagram in an attempt to stay relevant. [click through for higher quality]

[alisoncooper]

42 Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

The hours kept passing in their rigid, monotonous way, as was its nature - dragging its nails down the plasterboard of the office, so the emptiness echoed through the chamber and made Adam feel as restless as a child listening to the uncomfortable squeak of chalk in a classroom.

Truthfully, he could've left hours ago. Nothing was physically stopping him from going now, even. He could pick up a few beers on his way home, pop into that Chinese takeaway on the corner that has the fishbowl full of chewy mints on the counter, and enjoy the precious few hours of the Bank Holiday that remained.

But when he tapped his polished shoes against the thin carpet and looked up from his phone towards the muffled cursing coming from behind Fergus' closed glass door, he resigned himself to staying a bit longer. After all, Chinese, beers, and shit TV were more fun in the company of someone who...well. Someone he didn't hate.

The corner of Adam's mouth turned up for a split second before it fell again as he watched Fergus clutch his auburn hair between his fingers, his face cast down at his desk. When was the last time Fergus had gotten up from that chair? Or made himself a fresh coffee? Or had gone for a piss, for that matter?

Maybe Adam ought to do something about that? Not the piss thing, but the too-busy-working-to-actually-take-a-break thing. And he had a plan that he knew worked at least eighty-seven per cent of the time.

After making a fresh coffee, Adam pushed on the door handle without knocking, his presence barely making Fergus draw his eyes from the paperwork littering his desk. He grunted his hello as Adam placed the fresh cup beside him.

"How's it going?" Adam asked, knowing the answer already. "IT not managed to fix the system yet?"

"No, they're about as useful to me as a strap-on is to a nun," Fergus grumbled, suppressing a yawn and rubbing his forehead.

Adam grinned as he stepped up behind Fergus and pressed his hands to his shoulders. "I bet nuns could do a lot with a strap-on," he pretended to ponder, dropping a kiss to Fergus' crown. "Most of them are dirty fuckers anyway."

But Fergus didn't answer beyond a sigh, a reshuffling of his papers, and a cry of, "seriously, how fucking long does it take to fix a fucking network outage?!"

"Relax," Adam said with a shrug, pressing his face against Fergus' hair. "This shit will all be here tomorrow. Fuck it off for tonight, and let's get out of this hell-hole and get a Chinese."

"I'm a bloody minister, Adam," Fergus said through his teeth, "I can't just fuck work off whenever I like."

Pressing a carefully placed kiss on Fergus' temple, he shrugged again. "Of course you can. Mannion does it. What's the point of being a minister if you can't just fuck things off from time to time?"

"Well, thankfully, I'm not Mannion, am I?" he pointed out, noticing how his shoulders were beginning to unwind under Adam's firm touch. "Go home, Adam. I'll catch up with you later."

"No, it's okay...just stop for half an hour, yeah? Relax."

"I won't be able to relax if I leave it. I would've finished fucking hours ago if IT got off their fat fucking arses and actually did something around here."

Adam nodded solemnly and pressed another warm kiss to Fergus' temple, lingering there for a second before sliding his arms over his chest and pressing his hands to Fergus' sternum. Even through their layers of starched clothing, Adam could feel the steady beat of Fergus' heart. "Maybe they'll have fixed it by the time we get back?"

"I doubt it," Fergus sighed hopelessly, turning his head towards Adam. "I'm sorry it's another wasted Bank Holiday."

"It's not totally wasted," he answered, dipping his face lower to kiss Fergus' jaw beneath his ear, smiling as Fergus shifted slightly in his rickety chair. He kissed there again, not giving his boss a chance to shake him off.

Striking through a paragraph with his Parker, Fergus muttered, "I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work."

"I'm not doing anything," Adam said.

"You're trying to distract me, but the longer you try to do that, the longer I'm going to be here."

"Well, if you won't take a break, at least kiss me back, and I'll leave you alone," countered Adam slyly.

Fergus shook his head, doing his best not to smile. He was a serious politician with serious work to do, and he did not get distracted by trifling affections. He just didn't.

"I haven't got time to play games, Adam," he insisted. "Get out before I staple your fucking lips together."

Naturally, Adam didn't listen. Instead, he decided to pepper several kisses over Fergus' jaw and neck, travelling down to his shoulder.

"Fucking knock it off!"

"It's for your own good," he quipped, leaning away from Fergus to turn his chair, so they were facing one another. Now he could see just how rose-tinted Fergus' face had become, but whether it was from frustration or fluster, he couldn't be entirely sure. "As your adviser, I advise you to take a break or give me one kiss to leave you alone."

Fergus narrowed his eyes and wrapped his fingers tighter around his pen, regarding the glint in Adam's eye with suspicion. "You promise you'll leave if I kiss you?"

"That's what I said."

Feigning great reluctance, Fergus leaned forward, kissing Adam with a sincere softness that said, "thank you for trying. Thank you for staying. Thank you for caring about me like this. I'm sorry I've ruined another day off. I love you. I love you."

Adam cupped Fergus' cheek, running his thumber over his cheekbone like Fergus was made of fine porcelain, sighing peacefully into his mouth.

Maybe it was Adam's surprisingly calming influence, perhaps it was exhaustion catching up with him, or maybe it was the promise of a warm evening cuddled on the sofa with food that would make him feel shit tomorrow, but Fergus pulled away with a blissful smile - his IT troubles far behind him.

"Alright," he said gently. "I'll fuck this off for today-" he gestured to his desk -"but you're paying for the Chinese, and I want to watch BBC Parliament."

Adam rolled his eyes with a groan, unable to hide his smile. "Actually, maybe you should stay here after all."

"Sorry, but your distraction technique was just too great," Fergus said solemnly, pulling Adam to him by his burgundy tie.

[alisoncooper]

some adam/fergus Thoughts:

adam has a habit of buying fergus an ugly printed mug whenever he sees one he thinks fergus might like. personally he hates them with a passion but he likes the joy in fergus’ when he gives them to him

adam is a dog person, fergus is a cat person. they compromised and got two goldfish, pets they equally dislike (”what’s the point of them? all they do is float there looking as fucking stupid as...well...a goldfish)

fergus doesn’t drink a lot any more and usually prefers ordering a j2o in the pub. adam is always quick to the punch whenever anyone tries to take the piss out of him for it (”not everyone needs to be fucking half-cut all the time. just because you spend your mornings waiting for londis to open for your first can of special brew, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to)

fergus buys adam horrible ties very christmas and birthday. the jury is still out on whether adam actually likes them or not

they used to have seperate wardrobes but eventually, mostly out of sheer laziness, their clothes became mixed up in the same wardrobe. it took a long time for everyone to realise they didn’t actually have the same taste in shirts

their natural sleeping position is spooning. adam assumes the big spoon position 99% of the time and hates how much it melts him when fergus does it

every sunday they drink their morning coffees in bed, savouring the quiet, precious hours they have. there’s an unspoken rule that work cannot be talked about until at least 11 on a sunday

“i can’t believe you have feelings for me. in fact, i can’t believe you have feelings at all. this must be embarrassing for you. don’t get me wrong, i’m fittest person at DoSAC, so i get it, but still. fucking shameful for you to actually admit you have, what???? a little schoolboy crush on me???” “adam, we literally got married.”

[alisoncooper]

tuesday grace kenyon-williams was named by accident.

adam and fergus had the name grace picked out almost as soon as they knew they were having a girl. they both had graces in their families, it seemed right, and it suited the double-barrelled name without sounding too pretentious.

they were awake for over fifteen hours in the hospital the night she was born, and by the time she arrived, they were exhausted. over-the-moon happy, but exhausted.

the only problem was adam decided he was going to fill out the birth certificate. like he always does on paper work, he started out by writing the date. he had just finished the tail of the Y when he realised he’d written tuesday in the spot where grace’s name was supposed to go. unsure what to do about it, he added grace as a middle name and filled out the rest of the certificate as normal.

of course, he tells fergus what happened immediately and fergus is understandably furious: “why the fuck were you writing the day of the week like you’re doing homework on our daughter’s birth certificate?!” / “well, i’ve never filled out a birth certificate before, have i?! i don’t know what i’m doing!” / “but you have filled out literally any other kind of fucking paperwork before, right?!”

when the anger had passed, they quietly admitted that tuesday kenyon-williams had a nice ring to it. tuesday grace was a pretty name too, and upon reflection, wasn’t that weird. they chalked it down to a happy accident and proudly introduced tuesday to the world.

it wasn’t until a few weeks later when they heard fergus’ mum singing the song to her as a lullaby that they realised “tuesday grace” was a direct reference to the “monday’s child” poem

[alisoncooper]

for that fanfic title thing "good for you"

good for you

summary: somehow, adam and fergus couldn't ever make it work. it was never the right time, one wasn't ready to commit, the job got in the way, then the other wasn't ready to commit. they just kept missing each other, and both knew it was probably never going to happen for them. but when adam announces that he's engaged to his girlfriend of two months, fergus isn't sure how to react.

tags: angst, love confession, emotional hurt/comfort, alternate canon, fluff and angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending

send me a fic title and i'll tell you what i'd write

[alisoncooper]

remember when adam fell asleep at his desk at the mail??? well, That. except he’s in fergus’ office because he and fergus have had to work late and fergus drapes his suit jacket over adam’s shoulders before going to take a nap curled up in a chair to keep warm

[alisoncooper]

the npower affair | an enemies to lover adam/fergus fic | read here on ao3

After The Daily Mail breaks a scandal at NPower, journalist Adam Kenyon finds himself trying to squeeze the truth from NPower’s press officer, Fergus Williams. Unfortunately, Fergus is a lot harder to crack than Adam anticipated, and now he’s caught in a game that could see both of them lose.

chapter six | a game of semantics

8 pm, 11th April 2008 - A French restaurant somewhere in London that neither can pronounce the name of.

Thankfully, the rain had stopped at seven-thirty, but it left little reflecting pools dotted around the streets, all of them being touched by streetlamps, so they glowed amber like thick puddles of honey glueing the pavement together.

Fergus dodged one as he walked, his umbrella still up just if the British weather decided to turn once more, and ended up stepping into a different puddle altogether. Murky water splashing over his polished shoes and drenching the hems of his new suit trousers. He whinged to himself under his breath and kicked each leg out like a dog as he turned into the right street.

The restaurant was smaller than Fergus had been expecting and, from this angle, seemed to be on fire. The windows were glowing orange like the puddles, and a warm light emanated from it, turning the dingy, dreary world of London into something from a Vincent Van Gogh painting. Even the few pinpricks of stars he could see above him added to the ambience.

If he were honest, Fergus had been half-expecting to turn up to a one-star joint where the staff looked like they wiped their snot-and-soot laden noses on their aprons and spat in the soup. So, when he walked in to be met by a well-turned-out Maître D' who took his umbrella and coat, he was immediately suspicious. [continue reading]

[alisoncooper]

are we still sharing a/f playlists??? because here’s mine i guess. & yes my music taste is this bad and, yes i love it that way thank you!!!

[alisoncooper]

my friend just floated the concept of asexual fergus at me and now i won’t ever Stop thinking about it:

gay or bi and ace and not really Out but also, not necessarily In. he’s not someone to make a big deal of it because it’s not really anyone’s business

except he is out to adam after he let it slip whilst they were both fucking hammered in the pub

adam doesn’t really understand the asexual part and makes a crass and insensitive joke about it because you know.....Dealing With Emotions Is Gross

except it backfires spectacularly when fergus has a proper go at him and storms out the pub

adam follows and finally catches up to him on his fucking ridiculous bambi legs and admits he doesn’t understand and ends up revealing that he’s been hiding his feelings for fergus but hey he might as well Know now if nothing’s ever going to happen. fuck it.

fergus being all: “you’re not the only one who’s been hiding his fucking feelings!! you’re not fucking speciall! and if you’re going to be an absolute bastard about it, then no, nothing ever will happen.”

sober and Embarrassed by the row, adam ends up privately educating himself on asexuality because he does Care, much to his chagrin

anyway,,,fastforward to them dating

fergus’ idea of the perfect end to a date is them watching BBC News or Question Time on the sofa or in bed with a glass of red, swinging between laughing or shouting at the TV and kissing until they fall asleep

and that’s okay. it’s not what adam was expecting, but it’s still fergus. he’s still him, and he’s there and he gets to wake up with him and fall asleep beside him. he gets to argue with him and and comfort him, and he gets to watch his career grow and all of it is more than enough