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Some days ago, I did this little illustration for a Secret Santa on my Discord server. This is for my beloved @lex144 and this is an illustration of one of her fantastic Malcola fic Never Have I Fucking Edinburgh

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love relationships between fictional ppl over 50. you skip all that teenage hormonal shit and go straight to what counts: war crimes and making each other worse

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# Malcom arranging Nicola's downfall in ttoi s4

#i still maintain that s4 was on the whole not great; acting on point as usual; some brilliant one-liners and wonderful scenes #but on whole; mid at best #atrocious at worse

#but that episode-as painful is it is to watch- is so in-character #and damn does it hurt

#Malcolm  would destroy Nicola;  and he'd do it just as meticulously and viciously as he does in canon #because he has to. For the good of the Party #but it's also more than that 

#because Nicola had had potential; real genuine potential #there are so many moments in s3 and even a few in s4 where we see that she has the intelligence and competence #that she was learning the ruthlessness she'd need

#but she just wasn't learning it fast *enough* ; she was thrown too soon--by malcolm no less--into a role she wasn't ready for

#and malcolm knows this; he knows that some level he is the one who's ultimately responsible for her disastrous tenure as Leader

#he was the one who failed to turn her into the leader she could've and should've been

#because deep down; he preferred the version of nicola that he'd met at the start #unpolished; well-intentioned; idealistic; stubborn and too decent by half for politics

#and because he wanted to keep that version of her just a little longer; he set her up for failure #and set himself up as her metaphorical executioner

#and all of this becomes even more poignant and profound if you happen to ship them as well

There’s nothing quite like screaming at the screen as a character does something so in-character and narratively appropriate yet so, so heartbreaking. 

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Nicola Murray and Malcolm Tucker come together to be such a beautiful couple. Malcola forever

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For the dialogue prompts, 31 for Malcolm/Nicola? (No pressure, though)

OK, so since you didn’t specify which 31 to use, I picked one :P

“Just breathe. Breathe with me.”

It had been an absolute shit day. Tom had been caught on a hot mic denigrating a female voter who asked him a question. Every single voter Nicola interacted with after it aired had either yelled about the Party’s arrogance or made some godawful joke about what she was really thinking.

What she was absolutely not expecting was Josh meeting her at the door and telling her that someone from work was waiting for her. What she expected even less was Malcolm Tucker sitting with his head in his hands.

She gets Josh to leave the room with the promise of something sweet and unhealthy. Malcolm still hasn’t looked up and she’s noticing how ragged his breathing is. “Malcolm. Are you OK?” she asks tentatively, moving toward him like she would a strange dog growling at her.

He looked up and he looked like reheated death. “Fuck, Nicola.”

“Shhhh. Please don’t teach my children your vocabulary.”

He probably would have made a sarcastic remark but his breathing hitched. Nicola sat down next to him and placed a hand on his back. “OK, Malcolm. Just breathe. Breathe with me. In and out. In and then out.”

The two of them sat silently, slowly breathing in and out, until Malcolm calmed. “Thanks,” he said, shocking Nicola almost as much as finding him on her couch did.

“Has this been happening regularly?”

“More so, the closer the election comes.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“I don’t have fucking time!” he exclaimed.

Nicola frowned. She knew she could only push him so far. “Promise me you will after the election.”

“Nic’la - “

“Promise me.”

He nodded.

She smiled tightly. “I could give you some Rescue Remedy.”

“Fuck no.”

She took his hand in hers. “Next time this happens, you call me. We’ll breathe together. Besides, it won’t do for you to pass out somewhere embarrassing.”

He squeezed her hand. “I’ll leave that to you.”

They sat there in silence until Josh returned and informed Nicola that he was starving. Malcolm squeezed her hand and slipped out the door while she went to the kitchen with her son, looking for a late night snack.

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delicious. finally some good fucking food.

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For the kissing prompt, Malcolm/Nicola for #15 or #21 (whichever one you'd rather do/is more inspiring)

Nicola x Malcolm - A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

She can’t even remember what the argument was about. All she knows is that they were arguing about something in his office at Number Ten. And it had been a horrible day. Ollie was a complete twat, she had tripped on the way up the stairs and her knees were all scraped up and her stockings laddered and she had no extras, she had given a quote to the press about the PMs flailing legislative strategy while having lipstick on her teeth, she hadn’t eaten since lunch and now she had been called into Macolm’s office to be bollocked about something. That was apparently important but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She wanted to go home, take off her bra, put on comfortable clothes, pour herself a drink and fall asleep on the couch.

Apparently, she was not paying enough attention. He came out from behind his desk and leaned in close to her face. She wished she could pay attention so she could get this over with. But it was like listening to Charlie Brown’s teacher, except with the “wah wah wahs”, she heard “fuck fuck fuck.”

She just wanted him to stop. So she reached out and grabbed his tie, pulled him down and kissed him. And he finally fucking stopped. Talking at least. He was kissing her and it was good? It was fierce. It was almost like arguing with him but instead of words, they used lips and tongues and teeth. Eventually, she bit down on his lower lip and then hearing his moan, she licked his lip to soothe it.

And something about the way he moaned or her brain had finally fucking caught up with her body or something brought her out of the haze she had been in since he opened his mouth. And fuck, she had just kissed Malcolm. And fuck he had kissed her back. And fuck this had absolutely made this the worst day of her life. She pulled away. “Fuck!” she said, backing away from him.”

“Nic’a -“ he said.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she kept repeating as she picked up her dispatch boxes and ran out of his office.

Nicola x Malcolm - A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

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This is a find: Nicola Murray’s resignation speech. Appropriately scrawled all over

Nicola’s fourth child has changed genders at least twice, it feels like. :P

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cute things to call your significant other:

demon

wily old serpent

foul fiend

hereditary enemy

wily adversary

my dear

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Avenue 5 Official Teaser.

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Pairing: Nicola Murray/ Malcolm Tucker

Warning for: canon-typical language, S4 content, implied marital infidelity

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second chapter of my Malcola fic ‘Being the cowboy’ is available here! hope you enjoy :)

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“When Nicola is uncharacteristically cheery and declines to attend a work event because James is taking her out for their anniversary, Malcolm is sure something is up. It turns out he’s right.”

new fic! have a look and let me know your thoughts 

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“I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.” - Malcolm and Nicola I dare ya!!

Here you go, anon.  

The first time she and Malcolm fucked was after her speech at the party conference in Eastbourne.  He in that tuxedo and in the toilet of his hotel room.  It had seemed like it was less real, with more deniability if they didn’t use the bed.

The second was at the DoSAC party.  She blamed the copious amount of mojitos she drank. He fucked her over a table in a spare room and held his hand over her mouth when she came.

The third happened during the brief time Steve Fleming banished him from Number 10. She had brought him food to check on him and they ended up fucking against a wall. He kept repeating “Why. didn’t. you. say. something?” as he thrust into her.  She could only shake her head and moan in response.

The fourth time was a turning point. It was in his bed the night after the party lost the General Election.  She had hurried from her constituency and it was slow and mournful. She wiped away his tears afterwards as he had mourned the loss of the only thing he had ever loved.

She lost track afterwards.  When she was made Opposition Leader, when he was mad at her fuck ups, when she was anxious and didn’t want to think of the next day, when there was despair for the future, when there were brief victories, when he was bored and his life seemed like a wasteland, when she mad at James, when they wanted each other, when they hated each other, when they were tired and wanted comfort.

The last time had been the night before he put her on that damn train.  She should have known something was amiss when he kept looking at her with a sad smile as he made her come again and again, until she finally told him she needed to sleep if she was going to catch a train in the morning.

All of this came flooding back years later as she was helping Ella move in at university and had heard a familiar “Hey, Nic'la,” as she and Ella made her way across the green.

She tried to show no emotion as she turned toward him. “Malcolm. What are you doing here?”

“I have one of those guest lector things for the semester.”

“Ah.  Good for you,” she said, turning away from him.

“Wait,” he said, as he put a hand on her shoulder and then quickly pulled it away. “I’d like to talk to you.  Would you like to get a coffee or something.”

“I’m here with Ella, so - ”  

She could see Ella struggle with wanting to protect her mum from this man who had caused so much pain in her life and wanting to finally get away from her mum and be on her own. “If you want to go, Mum, you can.  Otherwise, I’ll be fine on my own.”

Nicola took a deep breath. “Go on, El. I’ll take you to dinner later and say a proper goodbye then.”

Ella beamed at her and left.

“It looks like she turned out well,” Malcolm said.

“No thanks to you,” Nicola replied.

The two made their way a coffee house close to campus.  Malcolm led her towards semi-private table with their drinks.  “So.  What do you need to say to me?” Nicola asked coldly.

“I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the pain I caused you.”

“Well, you’re a few fucking years late on that Malcolm.  But thank you.  Can I go now?” She started to gather her things to leave.

“Nicola, fucking wait.”

She paused.  “Yes?”

“I need to tell you. I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”

She burst out laughing. There he was. Playing his stupid fucking mind games again. But when she looked at him again, he was still looking at her seriously, with the expression he would use when he wanted when he wanted to convince her of something.  “Wait, you’re serious?”

He nodded. “I still am.”

She hated him.  She hated the tears of outrage gathering in her eyes.  She hated the part of herself that still loved him too and wanted to forgive him.  “You hurt me, Malcolm.  I felt like you had taken a knife to my chest and tore out my heart and pissed on it. I can’t just forgive you and welcome back into my life.”

“I understand.”

“And I’m so mad at you right now.  I’ve licked my wounds and moved on and now here you are dredging up all this shit again.”

“I’m sorry.  I’ll leave.”

“Wait.  Give me your card.”

He smiled and gave her one.

“Don’t think that this means we are anywhere right.  I still am leaning toward never seeing you again. Don’t think that this means I’m going to fall back in bed with you.” She put the card in her purse.

He nodded.

“Now go away, please.”  

“It was good to see you, Nic'la,” he said gently as he left.

She wiped at her eyes and stared out the window, not really seeing anything. And she knew, she knew that she was going to eventually break down and ring him.  Fuck.

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11, Nicola/Malcolm.

Nicola x Malcolm things you said when you were drunk

It was a fucking awful day for the Opposition and for once, it had mostly not been Nicola’s fault.  It was the sheer lack of numbers, with no way to stop the Government from cutting away the safety net.  And Nicola, for all her idiotic vanity, genuinely did care about how this was going to destroy lives.  Not that she could fucking express her grief and rage in a way that didn’t make her look like a fucking lobotomized guppy.

He noticed the lights still on in her office.  He rubbed his face. Sometimes, he wished she had competent or loyal advisors, who would have made sure she had gone home hours ago, even if they had to hog tie her and bundle her into her car.

He found her with her head on her desk, a glass of whiskey next to her.  Judging by the level of the bottle, it was not her first.  He sighed.  "Nic'la -”

Her head snapped up.  "What the fuck do you want, Malcolm?  Anything you could tell me, I’ve already told myself.”

“Just making sure you hadn’t offed yourself.”

She laughed bitterly.  "Thought about it.  Figured I’d fuck it up and the papers would do that smarmy concern thing, y'know, think of the children!”  She finished the whiskey in her glass.

“Nic'la, you’re drunk.”

She spun in her chair towards him and shot him finger guns. “Brilliant observation.  Must be why I keep you around. It’s not because you can stop the fucking death march that this Government is.”

“I’m no fucking miracle worker.”

She tipped backward in her chair.  "That wasn’t fair of me. I’m - “ She overtipped and crashed to the floor.  "Fuck.  I can’t even sit without fucking it up.”  And with that, she burst into tears.

He really hated when she did that.  He was never sure what to do and was a little disgusted with himself that her tears affected him that way.  He grabbed some tissues off her desk and knelt down next to her.  "Go home, Nic'la.  You can do fuck all tonight.”

She nodded and sniffed.  Before he could stop her, she leaned into him and buried her face into the curve of his neck.  He could smell the alcohol on her. He gingerly rubbed her back until her breathing calmed down and he no longer felt tears.

She leaned away from him and he helped her get onto her feet.  She swayed and eventually, they discovered that if she leaned against him and he held onto her waist, they could stagger their way out her office. She looked up at him. “You’re not always a bastard, Malcolm.  It’s nice.”

“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone.”  

He helped her get into the back of her car.  As she reached for the door, she looked up at him.  "I think I’d like to fuck you.  But only if I could gag you.” She nodded and shut the door.

As he watched the tail lights of her car pull away, he had no fucking clue what to do with that piece of information.  For as much as he wanted to forget it, he knew he’d remember it in his empty home.

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