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Heya, folks, seasons greetings and all that crap. It be Friday, so we get some room to play today! The sky is the limit, as it were, except for a few rules we need to just remind y'all about:


NO spoilers in prompts for at least one week after airing. Also, if your response contains spoilers, please warn for them and leave at least 3 empty lines before starting your fic.

Also, to make sure everyone gets a chance to prompt... no more than five prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.

Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).

Examples:

Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, The first time Colby called him "Professor"

Criminal Minds/Leverage, Reid/Eliot, "It's getting hot in here..."

Don't see anything that whets your appetite? Check out our lonely prompts archive here on delicious for some amazing ideas that just haven't been given homes yet.

Also, gird your loins, because next week is the start of yet another Quarterly Year Challenge, where we give you no prompts but instead offer lovely prizes to get you to write some of the prompts piling up in our archives.

Ready? Prompt!

Sauntering, G - sorry, it's more gen than slash

Date: 2009-12-11 01:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] partofthequeue2.livejournal.com
It’s not so much falling, as sauntering.
In a vaguely downward direction.

When Lucifer fell, he plummeted. A fiery ball that left a crater in the earth that palaeontologists would later attribute to a comet*. Hastur and Ligur and the others fell a little less dramatically, but it was still straight down. No passing go. No collecting £200.

This is different. This is a series of seven steps, new temptations at each level. Pride first, then envy. Greed, gluttony, sloth, anger and finally lust. Moments of resistance, a token effort to not give in, before finally succumbing. Following one individual all the way to the bottom.

He’s standing on the streets of London now. An old bookshop in front of him, a classic car on the curb behind, the sounds of Bohemian Rhapsody drifting out of an open window. A voice calls out.
“Hey Angel, how about the Ritz?”


*They never did get the joke about the fossils. Then again, God does have a really odd sense of humour.

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