thursday: the seven virtues

[beckonade.livejournal.com]

Greetings all, I am, as always, beckonade and today's theme is the seven virtues. After all that sinning yesterday, it's time for some chastity, temperance, charity, diligence, patience, kindness and humility. If that all sounds far too pure to be interesting, then feel free to mix it up with your own take on things!

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

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+ The Librarians, Eve, learning to be patient with her new role as guardian
+ Primeval, Helen/Claudia, does she deserve kindness?
+ Numb3rs, Liz/Nikki, they always have faith in each other

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[beckonade.livejournal.com]

The Librarians, Eve, learning to be patient with her new role as guardian

[beckonade.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Helen/Claudia, does she deserve kindness?

[beckonade.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Liz/Nikki, they always have faith in each other

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Tim Drake/Jason Todd, they decide to take it slow and chaste. And don’t really consider how much it’s gonna kill them

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Blake and Avery Adventures – MJ Carter, William Avery/Jeremiah Blake, The seeker after truth should be humbler than the dust.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

X-Men (movies), Erik Lensherr/Charles Xavier, try a little kindness

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, the only way to fix it is to be patient

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

X-Men (movies), Jean Grey +/ Any, learning to be patient with her powers

[key-sama.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Luke/Rey, patience is one thing he doesn't have to teach her

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve/any, any finds it hot that Steve's a virgin

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any overprotective character, sometimes there's a fine line between diligence and bossiness

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Oh I am so tempted.

Consider this a dibs.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Any, any dominant/submissive relationship, Character 1 is kind of a jerk usually, but when he or she is dominating someone, he/she is kind and tender and considerate

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony/Pepper, he comes to her with humility (could be post Civil War, if you wish)

[emmatheslayer.livejournal.com]

shadowhunters, Raphael /simon lewis , Simon never thought what the vampire did for him was kindness but it was and he needs to give the kindness back too him

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ Any, Rodney works hard on expressing humility post-Trinity

Fill 1/2: Good Will Hunting AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Rodney’s grand master plan to get spectacularly drunk so he could forget, at least for a little while, the disaster that was his attempt at reviving Project Arcturus, was thwarted by several pesky facts:

One, it was a week night, and Rodney had lecture first thing in the morning, early in the morning. (Who the hell scheduled lectures on computational fluid dynamics at seven-thirty in the morning? Perky morning people like Sam Carter, that was who.)

Two, Rodney was a poor student, and alcohol was expensive, especially the kind that would get him amnesiac drunk.

Three, Rodney was supposed to be learning from this horrible experience, was supposed to be giving his ego a rest, and he wouldn’t be learning much either by crying alone in his dorm room or by getting drunk.

So he sat in the cramped booth at Charlie’s Kitchen (he preferred Grendel’s Den, but it was Radek’s turn to choose tonight) with Radek and Evan and did his best to make polite conversation. He wasn’t always right. He could be wrong. And he needed to learn to be patient and listen to other people and not let his ego override his judgment.

When the guy with the glasses and ponytail came over, holding a beer bottle, and attempted to impress Radek (and everyone within hearing distance) with his knowledge of abnormal psychology, Rodney kept his mouth shut about how psychology was a fluffy major, with indistinct standards and lots of room for bullshitting, and he was pretty proud of himself for not laughing and managing to only make a face for a second (which Evan saw and kicked him in the ankle for).

And then the massive, spectacularly muscular guy with the dreadlocks and fascinating geometric tattoo came over and tried to flirt with Evan (of course Evan, with his blue eyes and dimples and also broad shoulders), and Rodney wasn’t sure his ego could take much more punishment.

“Hi.” The guy leaned on the edge of the booth. He was obviously a townie, with rough hands - construction work - and a rough accent. “We have a class together, don’t we?”

Evan, who was not a genius but was more socially savvy than Radek and Rodney combined (Radek had his brow furrowed and looked like he was trying, very hard, to figure out what class he and this guy shared), smiled politely. “Maybe. What class?”

“Literature, I think.”

Ponytail Guy looked Dreadlocks Guy up and down, derision clear in his expression, and said, “Really? Which literature class?”

Dreadlocks Guy barely spared Ponytail Guy a glance, attention fixed on Evan. “Early morning class. Tuesdays and Thursdays, right?”

“Right,” Evan said, amused and blushing a little.

Ponytail Guy snorted. “Oh. Must be a survey course. Tell me, classmate, what do you think of Roland Barthes’s suggestion that the author is dead as soon as a reader reads his piece?”

Dreadlocks Guy raised his eyebrows. “Must be a lot of dead authors out there, then. Better never open a book again.”

Evan actually laughed.

“How droll,” Ponytail Guy said. “I think that Roland Barthes is suggesting that readers lose the jouissance of a piece if they’re tied down to what a writer intended to convey with that piece, because -”

“Because the essence of New Critcism is that readers interpret the piece solely on its own merits, without regard to author intention or even historical context, so the text is paramount. Essentials in New Criticism, page 147, I read that too.” The guy who’d interrupted had spiky dark hair, an infuriating but sexy smirk, and bright, dark eyes. He was lean and tall and slid into the conversation without missing a beat. He, too, had rough hands, was dressed like a townie. “But then next week your professor will assign you essential readings on Ferdinand Saussure and Jacques Derrida, and you’ll be arguing that structuralism and post-structuralism are the purest lenses through which to interpret a text, because they draw on the meta-structures of the cultures that generate language.”

Ponytail Guy blinked. “Pardon?”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, clone!Jack +/ Any, He's tired of being patient.

Fill: + surprise crossover

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

JJ was lying through his teeth when he told the Old Guy he wanted to try to embrace high school. He hadn't embraced it the first time around for a reason: he was a soldier at heart, and there was a war he was supposed to be fighting, and hanging around high school wasn't going to help him do it, especially not a second time.

So he smiled, and he went to school, and he kept his head down, and he waited. Patiently. Until the world stopped noticing him. Till the black sedan with the government plates stopped hanging around the school and the apartment the Air Force had rented for him. Till the teachers stopped thinking of him as the new kid and stopped paying attention to him altogether. (That was a careful balancing act, following the rules but not being eager, doing good enough but not so good they noticed he knew things he shouldn't, studying the nuances of pop culture for the new generation and knowing enough to fit in but not speaking up enough to be considered chatty, but not too quiet to be considered a loner or suspicious.)

It took months, agonizing months, till JJ was sure he was just another face in the crowd.

And then he was done being patient, because the time for waiting was over, and the time for action had arrived. JJ packed a week's worth of clothes, his gun and his knife, the only picture of Charlie he'd managed to salvage from the Old Guy's house, and hit the road.

He headed out to the road and stuck out his thumb and waited. Anywhere was better than here. He needed a place to hole up where he could train, study, and be ready to be activated again when he turned eighteen.

Cars and trucks roared past, and with each one, JJ's heart sank a little more. He was ready to sling up his bag and start hiking when a car pulled over. Sleek, black, Impala, late sixties model. Driver and passenger were both male, Caucasian, twenties.

The driver rolled down his window.
"Hey kid, where you headed?"

"Anywhere but here."

The passenger leaned across the front seat and peered at him. "Are you a runaway?"

"Emancipated," JJ said. "I have a court order if you want to see."

"Nah," the driver said, but the passenger swatted him on the arm and said, "Dude, harboring a runaway is a crime."

JJ fished the order out of his jacket and handed it over. The driver passed it to the passenger, who scanned it with an air of competence. He was legally minded. Interesting.

"Jonathan Joseph McNeill?"

JJ nodded.

The passenger folded up the court order and handed it back. "Okay. Hop on in. We're headed to Wisconsin."

"Thanks." JJ climbed into the back seat. "Wisconsin sounds like good times. I grew up in Minnesota."

"You got family back there?" The driver guided the car back onto the highway.

"Not anymore."

"I'm Dean, by the way. This is my brother, Sam."

"Nice to meet you," JJ said.

They seemed like nice enough kids. Dean had awful taste in music and worst taste in food, but food was food. JJ paid his share for food and gas, and they didn't care when he huddled in the back seat and read, and they didn't ask him a lot of questions.

Except for one: "Hey kid, do you believe in ghosts?"

JJ said, "I try to keep an open mind. Why?"

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, saving themselves for someone they care deeply about

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

Oooh, I have an ideaaaa.

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, be nice to nice

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, have courage and be kind

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, [character] taking their frustration and pain and funneling it into giving someone else a good day

Gravity Falls, Mabel Pines + ensemble

[healyg.livejournal.com]

“Nice sweater, Mabel!” said Pacifica. “Did you make it from garbage sacks?”

“Hey, I put a lot of work into it,” Mabel replied. “And it’s made of wool, not garbage! Wanna feel?”

Pacifica gingerly touched Mabel’s sweater. “Ugh! It’s so scratchy!” She reared back in disgust, shoving Mabel into the ground.

“Aaugh! My sweater!” Mabel dusted herself off in a panic. “Now it’s covered in goat hair and melted ice cream! It’s ruined!”

“If you ask me, it was ruined from the start,” huffed Pacifica. “Later, loser.”

“Well,” said Mabel grimly, “looks like this calls for some… Mabel-justice.” Lightning crashed.

*******

“Grunkle Stan, have you seen someone leave these weird notes around?” asked Dipper. He picked one up and examined it. It read, “To the greatest brother in the whole world!”

“No, but from all the glitter on ‘em, I can guess,” said Stan. He read one left for him: “You’re a great uncle, Stan!”

“Hey, listen to this,” said Wendy. “‘You’re one cool cucumber! P.S. I like your hat!’ Adorable.”

“Dudes, check out mine! ‘Here’s to our dandy handyman. Go Soos!’” Soos chuckled. “Wonder why Mabel made these, though.”

Dipper smiled. “Eh, she probably just wants to spread some cheer.”

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, after years of [character a] never having patient teachers, [character b] finally takes the time to explain why certain things are necessary in terms [character a] can understand

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, diligence

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis thinks Harry is really admirable giving his hair to a charity after it was cut.

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

any, any, confessing your sins to a priest(humility)

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay + John Sheppard + Teyla Emmagan

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“This is stupid.”

“This is necessary,” Teyla corrected in a hushed voice. She gave Rodney the look that meant she’d worked hard to develop a dialogue with these people, and if he screwed it up she was going to kick his ass all the way back to Atlantis.

Rodney was very familiar with that look.

“Fine. But I don’t see why I have to go first. Are we sure they aren’t going to try and sacrifice me or something?”

“McKay,” Sheppard growled. And yeah, Rodney could interpret that as well.

“I’m going, I’m going. But if something painful, humiliating, or death-resulting happens in there, it’s on your head.” Rodney gave his whole team the gimlet eye before he ducked into the Elder’s tent.

The people of M44-99R – Rodney couldn’t remember what they called themselves, except that it sounded a lot like ‘calamari’ – insisted on a ritual that would ensure their trust in the team, and Atlantis by extension. Rodney wasn’t fond of rituals in general, and even less so when they mimicked Earth religions he didn’t believe in.

“You want me to what?”

The Elder, who resembled his title with stunning accuracy and a whole lot of white scraggly beard, sat across from Rodney at a small round table and amiably repeated his request.

“You will confess your sins to me, so that I may determine the level of trust we can have between us.”

The Pegasus version of a confessional. Wonderful. If only Aunt Edna could see him now.

“Actually, I think I’m pretty sin free.”

“None of us are free of sin, Doctor.”

Rodney would’ve argued that point, but he knew John, Teyla and Ronon each had to have their turn with the Elder, and if he didn’t move things along they’d never get home in time for dinner. He cast around for some minor sin to admit to.

“Yesterday I told Dr. Simms that we were out of the good coffee, but I’ve been hoarding it in my office to save for myself.”

Rodney waited for judgement, but the Elder only nodded encouragingly. “Continue.”

“Um…when I took the Wraith enzyme to help my friends, I really liked the way it made me feel. Powerful. Like Ronon must feel all the time. If I didn’t almost die from it, I’d want more.”

Huh. It felt surprisingly good to get that off his chest. Maybe the Catholics weren’t completely wasting their time after all.

“When Sheppard was turning into a giant bug, I actually thought he looked kind of hot. But only when he wasn’t being terrifying. Oh, and I blew up most of a solar system, but only because I found a weapon I thought we could use against the Wraith. I still think I could’ve made that work if I’d had enough time.”

Forty Minutes Later

“It was only a stupid doll, but I felt really guilty because it was Jeannie’s favorite. So I saved my allowance money and bought her a new one, and she blew it up with a firecracker in protest.”

Rodney was feeling pretty good. He’d say that unburdening one’s self was good for the soul, if he believed in something as unquantifiable as the soul. The Elder was looking a little rough around the edges, though.

“Should I stop? I did some pretty terrible things when I was eight.”

“I believe I have heard enough to make my determination, Doctor,” the Elder said hastily. “In fact, I do not think it will be necessary to speak with the others.”

“Are you sure? Because I know for a fact that Sheppard’s been stealing chocolate from me.” Rodney was going to lay a trap for him, catch him red-handed. No-one came between a genius and his comfort food.

“I will make a recommendation to the council that we enter a trade agreement with your people.” The Elder nodded at him and made a quick exit from the tent.

John poked his head in, a suspicious look on his face. “What happened? You were in here a long time.”

Rodney beamed. “I’ve saved the day once again, Sheppard. You’re welcome.”

[withasmile87.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Piper Halliwell & Paige Matthews, Paige is sick and Piper fixes her soup(kindness)