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Seven Deadly Sins

The Seven Deadly Sins:

Lust, Avarice, Gluttony, Envy, Pride, Sloth, Wrath

A comment ficathon with a very simple theme - your prompt must relate somehow to one of the 7 Cardinal Sins. Perhaps it's that character A can't control their attraction to character B? Or does C have something that D desperately covets? Does pride come before a fall? And is there such a thing as too much of a good (or bad) thing? Prompt away in the comments, and others should come along to write a story for you.

ALL FANDOMS ARE WELCOME. ALL PAIRINGS ARE PERMITTED.

Here are some sample prompts to get you thinking:

Harry Potter, Snape/Lily, the many reasons why Snape is jealous of James Potter (ENVY)

The West Wing, Jed/Abbey, there's one apology he hasn't made yet. (PRIDE)

Glee, Brittany/Santana, she just doesn't want to get out of bed (SLOTH? LUST? you decide)

Rules (short and sweet):
one ★ : One prompt per comment in the following format: fandom, pairing, prompt, e.g. Game of Thrones, Cersei/Ned, she's jealous of his freedom. You don't have to prescribe which sin it falls under - the author can decide.
two ★ : One story per comment. Please put a title, the fandom and the pairing IN THE SUBJECT LINE. This way people can find the fills easily.
three ★ : Any fandom, pairing, rating is welcome. This includes slash, RPF, RPS and just about anything else you can think of. The only exception is no underage characters.
four ★ : A prompt can have more than one fill. Please try to write as well as prompt, if you can.
five ★ : If you like it, put a ring on it. Or at least leave a comment saying as much! Keep flaming/bashing elsewhere, this is for fun

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The West Wing, Toby/Andy, she's dating an Oriole?!

"Andy looks good." Toby looked up as Josh wandered into his office and flopped down on his sofa.

"Would you like to date my ex-wife, too, Josh? Or just set me up with her again?"

"It worked out so well for you last time." Josh's heel banged on the table as he put his feet up. "And wait, who's she dating? You?"

"Can we be done with this now?" Toby sighed.

"No. Who's she dating?"

"Apparently some muckety-muck bottom-of-the-league Oriole advisor."

"Hang on; she's dating an Oriole? And you haven't slit your wrists?" Josh scoffed.

"Well, I was in the meeting, and then you walked in, so I just haven't gotten around to it yet."

"No, I'm serious; you can't let her do that."

Toby chuckled. "Aside from knowing me, you know her well enough, too. So rethink that. Do you really think I can LET her do anything?"

Josh was quiet for a moment. "Maybe not. God knows I can't."

"But she just does that for sport."

"Sure. But this is serious. This is Andy. She can't date an Oriole. I mean, a fling with a Yankee, maybe, but --"

"That's what I told her! Well, I told her to date the National League." Toby crumpled a piece of paper and sidearmed it into the trash can before looking back at Josh. "But I'm not a big fan of any of it, really."

Josh bounced off the couch. "Then what are you doing here? Tell her. It'll be romantic, like a thing, coming to win her back after you realize you can't stomach the idea of another man touching her."

"That's a terrible idea, and we can't have this conversation."

"See, you CAN'T stomach the idea! You've gotta do it. Go to her house, right now."

"I'm not going to her house, and I'm certainly not taking advice on wooing my ex-wife from you. Get out."

"Can I be the best man at your re-wedding?"

"That's not even a word. Get out." Toby flailed a hand toward Josh. "And shut the door."

[...continued.]

Two hours later, Toby stood, head down, on Andy's doorstep. This was a terrible idea. Sighing at himself, he rang the bell.

She answered, barefoot in jeans, a glass of wine in her hand. "Twice in one day? To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Thank you for the pie," he started, handing her the tupperware before subtly peering around her into her apartment. "Am I interrupting? Any baseball advisors who wanna have a chat about how to get out of last place? Being a lifelong Yankees fan, I have a slew of knowledge on the topic., though not really the last place part."

"You'd enjoy that too much. No, I was just working. Come on in." Andrea lifted her wine in his direction. "Want a glass?"

He nodded, murmuring a thanks, looking around her apartment as she poured and handed the glass off to him. It was familiar and foreign at once, a space he'd only been in a couple of times, but all of her belongings were the same. She'd had that lamp since law school, and the end table it sat on used to be in her parents' foyer. He knew if he went down the hall to her office, he'd find the desk that used to be in their apartment in Brooklyn, once they got a big enough place to have the extra room to share.

"So," Toby started, "I'm rethinking my proclamation that you're free to date the National League."

"I think we both know my first question is going to be why you think you have any power to make such a proclamation in the first place, but please, continue," Andy interrupted with a laugh, leaning back against the kitchen doorjamb.

"I'd prefer - is that okay? Prefer, no proclamations?" She nodded, and he continued. "I'd prefer you not date people who don't share some common traits with me." The tiniest smile quirked on his lips, his gaze holding hers as he took a drink of wine.

"And those traits would be?"

"My DNA."

"Ah. So, I'm not a geneticist - "

"Far from it," he interrupted, "members of Congress being the lowest on basically every totem pole ever erected."

"Scum of the earth, scourge of society, etcetera," Andy filled in, waving her hand. "I get it. So my question, as a non-geneticist, is...how many alleles? Under this new ruling, can I date your brother?"

Toby laughed. "Actually a fair point, but no. I mean, his wife and his space lizards would both get jealous, so personally, as your friend, I'd advise against it anyway." He crossed the room to stand in front of her, his shoes nudging her bare toes, the long silence before his quiet question telling her they'd turned a corner from joking into what they did all along. "I wasn't quite ready for this."

"Tobe, we've been divorced for almost a year," Andy replied kindly.

"So, I brought a cocktail waitress home last week, and when she left the next morning, she accidentally backed into the lady in 3H." He held his hands out in a shrug. "You wanna hear that kind of story? Because that's about how much I want to hear about you and the Oriole."

"Was there really a cocktail waitress?" She asked, her eyes locked with his.

"If you couldn't stop yourself from asking, you're not ready to hear it either."

Andy lifted her chin. “Ahh, so this was a little parable.”

“Yes.” He pushed off the wall, finally letting her gaze drop. "Plus, 3H stole my Times every Friday for a month a while back, so I probably wouldn't care all that much." Toby set his wine glass down on the end table, fiddling in his coat pocket for his keys. "Have dinner with me," he said quietly, not looking at her.

"Like a date?" Andrea asked, incredulity sliding a smile to her face.

"Like us having dinner, and...we'll see." He looked back up at her, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. Her hand found his, his keys digging into her palm as she gave him a fleeting squeeze.

"Sure. Saturday?" She watched him pause, open his mouth to speak, and close it again before she finished, smirking. "Just in case it's a date."

Oh. Oh. Jeans and barefoot and wine, oh my.

Needling and comparing and not being very good at being divorced. Also, Josh trying to be knowledgeable about women. That always goes well, sir.

<33333 all over the place, in summary. And your writing itself is damn pretty, too.

Thank you thank you thank yooooou. ♥

A Song of Ice and Fire, Robb Stark/your choice, he doesn't know how to say 'I might be wrong'.

(Yeah, some more stuff from my fic)

He is so young still. A man, a boy-king that slips further and further into the role he has been cast into with each bow and command he gives. He hates the crown he wears, the ugly thing that it is. He does not know what the right choice is, but whatever he makes will be right because he is king. King’s words become law.

Robb has once been promised to a Frey. But, he thinks as he gathers the naked form of Daenerys closer to him, he did not make that promise. His mother did. Although he cannot begrudge her for it as they’d needed to cross, he has chosen a different queen. One with dragons and an army of her own to be his wife and rule by her side in King’s Landing. He loves her, the thought strange in his chest as he’d allied first and fallen second.

“Robb,” Dany says, eyes fierce in the low light of their tent. Her fingers reach down between them to grasp his cock in her tiny hand. “Am I boring you?” Forward as ever.

“Never.”

He groans, lets her move her fingers over his heated flesh until it becomes too much, and puts his hands on her hips to lift her up to sink down onto him. And then it is frantic moving, her fingers curled into his shoulders as he kisses and bites her hot skin. She burns always.

King and Queen. They march to the beat of their fates, and this is his lot now.

A Song of Ice and Fire, Ned/Cersei, he's the husband she should have had

She tells herself, walking over frosty stones that threaten to make her slip and break her neck, that she would have hated it here.

When Rhaegar died (Rhaegar who refused to marry her, refused to worship her as Jaime did) Cersei knew that she would simply be moved into the next most suitable match her father could find; her father found her a King.

Robert, before going to seed (and spreading his seed in every whorehouse in King's Landing) had been a tolerable match. Glory rested easy on his shoulders once upon a time, allowing Cersei to bask in its reflection. Now she's following him to the hinterlands of the Seven Kingdoms and cursing him every step of the way. There's no glory to begging a favor of an old friend.

He's bringing her here as punishment: to place her in direct competition with the ghost that haunts their marriage. Lyanna Stark lies mouldering in her tomb, and still Cersei can't hope to compete. She's been channeling that spite into every stolen afternoon with Jaime, and pretending it doesn't sting. Four people in a marriage is unworkable, but the King and Queen must maintain their pretense.

Cersei watches Catelyn Stark from across the main yard of Winterfell, careful not to be caught staring. The Tully woman is tall and proud, and despite her quiet "Your Grace"s and half-smiles, Cersei knows Catelyn's temper to be as fiery as her hair. Yet the woman accepted her second choice without complaint, a lesson lost on Robert and his maudlin romance with a corpse and a few fading memories. Catelyn traded Brandon for Ned, and somehow found a kind of happiness along the way; the luck of it makes Cersei want to spit.

It's easier to understand though, because despite his boring nobility and gruff Northern ways, Ned Stark is a disgustingly good man. He even acknowledges his bastard, an anomaly among the Kingdom's ruling families. Cersei has watched him prowl these buildings with those great muscles straining beneath leathers and furs, looking every bit the gracefully aging warrior that Robert should have been. Cersei can't help wondering if he still treats his wife as a lover, instead of seeking out whores every night that isn't lost to a drunken stupor.

Could she seduce him, she wonders idly? Assert her authority as his Queen and let him take her in a hidden, drafty room somewhere in this miserable keep? Would he refuse her and hide behind marriage vows? Cersei can't be sure, and that's novel in itself.

Sometimes she thinks that it might have been different, had she married the right man. A man who loved her enough to make her choose between him and Jaime; a man who loved her enough to want her all to himself. Cersei watches Catelyn fuss over one of her ruffian children, raised like wolves instead of men, and smirks at the thought of taking all this from her.

The clatter of hooves herald the returning menfolk, with Ned Stark leading from the front. Cersei watches him slide from the horse and stride across to greet his lady wife. She chooses her steps carefully on the frosty ground, and turns away.

Jaime is waiting, and this is not her life.

♥ ♥ ♥

Ugh this is so good. I love all of her thoughts here and they are so spot on.

This is pretty brilliant. I can actually imagine her thinking all of this.

A Song of Ice and Fire, Daenerys, Jorah, he cannot turn his gaze away

No prompt, because UGH WHY NOW?

Because I live to bother you. And also, inspiration struck!

watch me continue the porn from the porn battle over in here

also this is great

Edited 2011-08-11 00:33 (UTC)

I AM SO PRO-THAT.

Lola, it's driving me crazy...what are your banner pics from?

On my journal? I forget the exact source - it was a magazine spread from (I want to say Variety?) Will mooch around and find out :)

I've only ever seen it on your sight...unusual for me...I scour for Meryl pics and I KNOW they've never done a movie together as a couple.
Thanks!

Pics are from InStyle Magazine October 2004 :)

Others can be seen here (http://www.laura-linney.com/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=455)

Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, how much is too much?

The West Wing, Sam/Ainsley, his thoughts stray to her at the worst times

Song of Ice and Fire/West Wing crossover. Any characters, either setting you like.

V (2009), Erica/Jack, Jack visited Erica that night instead of Hobbes

The Good Wife, Alicia, Kalinda, she doesn't have it in her to apologize and she doesn't have it in her to forgive

The Good Wife, Will, Alicia/Peter, he's the better man

A Song of Ice and Fire, Cersei, she's only ever wanted to be queen

The West Wing, Josh/Donna, all the other guys

The West Wing, CJ/Toby, this is what we have

The West Wing, Toby/Andy or CJ/Toby, there's something about Ann Stark...

Damages, Patty/Ellen, you won't like her when she's angry...

Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, you can take it any way you want.

A Song of Ice and Fire, Robb Stark/any, none will stand a chance in the face of his anger

The West Wing, Toby/Andy, not his ring on her finger

Game of Thrones, Catelyn Stark (& other Starks, if you like), vengeance

Castle, Castle/Beckett (Castle/Jordan), the way Castle looks at Jordan's gadgets makes Kate's eyes turn green.

Rizzoli & Isles, Jane/Maura, Jane doesn't care what Maura talks about, as long as she doesn't move.

Friday Night Lights, Coach/Tami, all the words she needs to hear but he can't bring himself to say.

Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, she won't break first

Damages, Patty/ Ellen.... I´m lost without her

Fringe, Fauxlivia/Nina, surrender is not an option

Patricia is fully of envy watching Miranda and Andy together.

I tried but *shrugs* I've never written anything before and I don't know if this worked :P

Miranda is incensed that no one picked up her call. She returns to Runway in full Dragon mode, spewing fire immolating any in her path. Demolishing hopes and dreams during a pushed up run through as clackers scurry and jump to do her bidding.

I've urmm...never written anything before but I wanted to try it. So heres my first ever attempt.
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Patricia has been with her Miranda for as long as she can remember. And a dogs memory is surprisingly good. In fact, Patricia can remember all the times that she’s been envious of her mistress.
The first time involved steak. She had dry (albeit very expensive) dog food and Miranda had juicy and succulent steak, and used to throw away the bone, and boy did she want that bone. So, without really meaning too, Patricia stopped eating and started waiting. Wanting to help her dog, and doing so whilst muttering about the incompetence of veterinary staff in the New York district, Miranda gave Patricia her steak bone and everything was good again.
Then, and Patricia didn’t really understand why, Miranda suddenly stopped eating steaks in the evening. She also began to grow around the middle, subtly at first but then more obviously. Patricia with her good memory had seen other humans in this state during her walks, and decided it wasn’t worth too much thought- until the noises of pain began. That night was the first night that Patricia heard her mistress voice raise and she didn’t like it. Getting confused in the whirlwind of activity, and knowing she wasn’t allowed past the first set of stairs, she kept her head low, and it was three whole days before she saw Miranda again, with two smaller humans.
This became the second time she was envious. Patricia missed the times she spent with Miranda, as her mistress was spending more and more time involved with the two miniature humans. Patricia also missed steak bones, and since Miranda had begun to get them at lunch, she didn’t get the treat anymore. Remembering what worked last time, she began to neglect her food in return for attention. And slowly it was returned, her mistress demanding that an assistant dropped off bones and treats and other such wonderful things (that included and new bed made out of the softest material)

The third time was a sad time, and Patricia couldn’t bring herself to be jealous of Miranda until the fighting had ended, and with her mistress in tears, she was led up the stairs. That night she kept her best friend company and when Miranda had finally fallen asleep and the tears had ended, she jumped up onto the bed and settled down onto what felt like a cloud. It was warm, it was soft and it definitely wasn’t a corner of the kitchen. New dog bed or not, this way of sleeping was so much better. And bigger. It didn’t make sense that her mistresses bed needed to be so big since the two smaller pack members didn’t sleep in here. But it became one of her treats that Patricia lived for. Bittersweet, since it was only allowed to happen when her mistress was upset.
And now this new person has entered Patricia and Miranda’s life. It was going lovely for ages, and now its not. Like the twins, her mistresses attention is nearly always focussed on the new human. There have even been times when she has heard her mistress cry out again, and she suspects the new human is responsible since Miranda calls out her name. And to add insult to injury, shes not allowed to sleep on the cloud anymore because this new human has started to stay in there.
Patricia is jealous. So she stops eating. She feels bad when Miranda begins to worry, but she must help her best friend realise that this new human is not good for her. Maybe Miranda will see what the problem is and get rid of this Andrea.
It was all going to plan until Andrea ruined it by coming home with the biggest bone she’d ever seen. Miranda wasn’t home yet and new woman started making delicious smelling food. Placing the bone next to her bed Andrea bent down to scratch behind Patricias ears (her favourite ever place if she went a little to the left, oh yeah, just...there) Now Patricia wasn’t an expert on the human language, but she understood the basics. Could even do a few tricks when the right words were spoken. But she definately knew the word ‘love’ as Miranda said it to her and her pack members all the time.

“Oh girl, what am I going to do? I’m in love with your mistress.”
“Love?”
Andrea spun round to face the doorframe where Miranda was stood. Deciding not to back down she spoke again
“I-I knew we were just going to see how things went, and I know you didn’t want to rush anything and....well yes. Miranda I love you. Sorry.”
“Well. This works out rather nicely since I love you too”

Even with her memory, Patricia couldn’t remember a time where her mistress smile was quite so dazzling. Giving a sideways glance to the bone that was laying next to her she decided that if this Andrea person was going to be the cause of it, that might not be such a bad thing.

This was wonderful. I am so glad you decided to take one of my prompts. Patricia being jealous and moving through her emotions was an added treat. The history of the bones was a nice touch. Kali

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