Seven Deadly Sins

[damelola]

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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Comments

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

Not Ready, TWW Toby/Andy

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"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.]

Not Ready, TWW Toby/Andy [part 2/2]

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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."

Re: Not Ready, TWW Toby/Andy [part 2/2]

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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.

Re: Not Ready, TWW Toby/Andy [part 2/2]

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Thank you thank you thank yooooou. ♥