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Spin! by weatherfront (R)
Fandom: INCEPTION
Pairing: Dom/Mal, Arthur/Eames
Length: ~ 21,000 words
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weatherfront
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tornadobelt (Fic Journal)
Why this must be read: Let me start with the fact that I'm not American--I'm Canadian--and my understanding of the American electoral system is minimal. I also don't have a rabid interest in politics, American or otherwise. In spite of those two things, I had absolutely no trouble following this story and loving it fiercely.
Mal and Dom are two presidential candidates running against one another in a hotly contested Democratic primary. Eames and Arthur are their respective campaign managers. There's a friendly rivalry between the two campaigns that turns into something else as they embark on a "unity" tour.
I don't want to spoil the way this story plays out because honestly, it's a treat. Mal is strong, passionate, and independent; Dom is down-to-earth and charismatic. Both of them are idealists, leaving Arthur and Eames to deal with the real challenges that crop up in high profile campaigns, and to make the tough choices when required. The two of them have a nicely adversarial relationship while also understanding one another and what it takes to get their candidates to the top. There are also nice appearances by Ariadne and Yusuf as rival political bloggers who trade information with Arthur and Eames.
Essentially it's a romantic comedy set against the exciting backdrop of a lively campaign. It's not essential to understand the political details to enjoy the story, and I'd encourage anyone who likes a good romance to give it a read. It might not restore your faith in political integrity, but I'm betting it will still leave you smiling.
"The screencaps of you getting the Colbert fist bump are everywhere," hisses Arthur. "That's not presidential! You looked like you were going to declare him your running mate, for god's sake! Well, at least now you've locked up the disaffected youth vote -- except, of course, oh, wait -- they don't vote."
He sucks in a deep breath, bracing himself with one palm on Cobb's desk. The adrenaline is dulling the pain in his arm, but the monster headache and the suspiciously pre-ulcerous gnawing in his stomach are starting to exhaust him. He falls into one of the folding chairs lining the walls.
"This is ridiculous," he says, letting his head hang. "I can't fucking think. I need food or something."
Like manna from heaven, a salad drops into his lap. The halved cherry tomatoes glisten at him, technicolor crimson, nestled on beds of curling parmesan. Succulent as the painted lips of a Rita Hayworth, he thinks, and then, what the fuck am I even saying.
Dazed, Arthur lifts the fork and guides it to his mouth. The sweet-salty dressing is a balm to his burning tongue. He nearly sobs at the sensation of relief that floods him, the crunch of arugula stalks between his teeth, and all at once he's ravenous for more. It's only after another hurried shovel or two that he remembers he hasn't thanked his benefactor yet.
He looks up, sees who it is, and promptly chokes on his mouthful of salad.
"What are you doing here," he shouts. "Cobb, what is he doing here."
"I'm a spy," says Eames, proudly.
"I knew it," yells Arthur.
"Remember that party unity nation tour you suggested, before your accident?" asks Cobb. "We decided to go through with it. Eames is here to compare notes and draw up a mutual schedule."
On LJ: Spin!
It doesn't matter how old or new or (how popular) a story is, authors love feedback!
Pairing: Dom/Mal, Arthur/Eames
Length: ~ 21,000 words
Author on LJ:
weatherfrontAuthor Website:
tornadobelt (Fic Journal)Why this must be read: Let me start with the fact that I'm not American--I'm Canadian--and my understanding of the American electoral system is minimal. I also don't have a rabid interest in politics, American or otherwise. In spite of those two things, I had absolutely no trouble following this story and loving it fiercely.
Mal and Dom are two presidential candidates running against one another in a hotly contested Democratic primary. Eames and Arthur are their respective campaign managers. There's a friendly rivalry between the two campaigns that turns into something else as they embark on a "unity" tour.
I don't want to spoil the way this story plays out because honestly, it's a treat. Mal is strong, passionate, and independent; Dom is down-to-earth and charismatic. Both of them are idealists, leaving Arthur and Eames to deal with the real challenges that crop up in high profile campaigns, and to make the tough choices when required. The two of them have a nicely adversarial relationship while also understanding one another and what it takes to get their candidates to the top. There are also nice appearances by Ariadne and Yusuf as rival political bloggers who trade information with Arthur and Eames.
Essentially it's a romantic comedy set against the exciting backdrop of a lively campaign. It's not essential to understand the political details to enjoy the story, and I'd encourage anyone who likes a good romance to give it a read. It might not restore your faith in political integrity, but I'm betting it will still leave you smiling.
"The screencaps of you getting the Colbert fist bump are everywhere," hisses Arthur. "That's not presidential! You looked like you were going to declare him your running mate, for god's sake! Well, at least now you've locked up the disaffected youth vote -- except, of course, oh, wait -- they don't vote."
He sucks in a deep breath, bracing himself with one palm on Cobb's desk. The adrenaline is dulling the pain in his arm, but the monster headache and the suspiciously pre-ulcerous gnawing in his stomach are starting to exhaust him. He falls into one of the folding chairs lining the walls.
"This is ridiculous," he says, letting his head hang. "I can't fucking think. I need food or something."
Like manna from heaven, a salad drops into his lap. The halved cherry tomatoes glisten at him, technicolor crimson, nestled on beds of curling parmesan. Succulent as the painted lips of a Rita Hayworth, he thinks, and then, what the fuck am I even saying.
Dazed, Arthur lifts the fork and guides it to his mouth. The sweet-salty dressing is a balm to his burning tongue. He nearly sobs at the sensation of relief that floods him, the crunch of arugula stalks between his teeth, and all at once he's ravenous for more. It's only after another hurried shovel or two that he remembers he hasn't thanked his benefactor yet.
He looks up, sees who it is, and promptly chokes on his mouthful of salad.
"What are you doing here," he shouts. "Cobb, what is he doing here."
"I'm a spy," says Eames, proudly.
"I knew it," yells Arthur.
"Remember that party unity nation tour you suggested, before your accident?" asks Cobb. "We decided to go through with it. Eames is here to compare notes and draw up a mutual schedule."
On LJ: Spin!
It doesn't matter how old or new or (how popular) a story is, authors love feedback!