What Do They Say About Thursdays, Anyway?

[benebu.livejournal.com]

Hello, I'm benebu and I'm your host for this week. Today's theme is First Sentence. Your prompt should be used as the first sentence of the fic written in response.

The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Some examples...
+ Inception, Arthur/Eames, Give me a break, you don't know sh*t about me!
+ any, any, Okay, time to put on your brave face now.
+ BtVS, Anya (+/any), It was unusual, even by Sunnydale standards.

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[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Kira/Scott + Liam, "But shouldn't your beta be doing that for you?"

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

MCU, Maria/Natasha, Love was easy to ignore before she met Maria Hill.

Fill

[kyrabane.livejournal.com]

Love was easy to ignore before she met Maria Hill.

Before New York, Natasha could count on one hand the number of people she'd loved in her life. There had been a boy in her early teens, whose smile she could remember long after she'd forgotten his name. There had been a student in Belgium, a girl with golden hair that Natasha had enjoyed running her fingers through. Even before New York, Natasha counted Clint and Phil with them – even though she loved them both in equal, differing ways.

After New York was different. Phil was dead and then not, as indestructible as ever. Tony was less of a pain in the ass when it wasn't her responsible for him, and Natasha had to admit that he and Bruce together could be a lot of fun. Thor was ridiculous. Steve, too, though in a different way.

She realised how she felt about them, of course; it was hard not to, spending as much time together as they did.

Maria kind of sneaked up on her.

It was just that Natasha had never even entertained the possibility that they could be friends. She'd first seen Maria as an enemy, then a stern but fair superior. It had taken her years to relax even around Phil; but one night after New York, when it was she, Phil, Maria and Clint sitting in a bar, getting steadily drunker, and she said something cutting to Clint that had Phil tossing an arm around his shoulders and Maria laughing into her drink, Natasha realised. She looked at Maria, and Maria smiled back, still trying to hold in her laughter.

Natasha finished her drink and left soon after that. She spent a sleepless night thinking about it and then, after seeing Phil sneak out of Clint's room at six in the morning, thought about it some more.

Clint told her about Phil a week later – and a week after that, they were back at the bar. Natasha was glad Clint had told her, because after a couple of drinks, he and Phil were all over each other.

Natasha rolled her eyes. To her left, Maria chuckled.

"Two super spies, my ass," she said. "You think they'd get a room."

Natasha laughed. Phil and Clint didn't notice. She turned her head and looked at Maria, who had just drunk enough for her eyes to be too dark, her cheeks too flushed.

"Or we could get one," Natasha replied.

Maria's eyes widened ever so slightly, but Natasha knew she was in charge at least in part due to her decision-making skills. A second later, she nodded. "Yeah," she said, sounding a little hoarse, "Let's go."

Natasha grinned, feeling a little giddy as she grabbed Maria's hand and dragged her out of the bar. Further down the street, Maria pressed her back against a store front and kissed her breathless, her hands tight on Natasha's hips. "My place is four blocks from here," she said. Natasha nodded in reply. She didn't care. The danger here was negligible, she recognised – and that thought made her feel a little lighter, made her a little more likely to pull Maria back into another kiss further up the street.

The next morning, Natasha woke and turned to look at Maria, still sleeping next to her. She leant forwards and pressed a kiss to the back of Maria's neck – Maria mumbled something but didn't wake. Natasha pressed her smile in between Maria's shoulder blades and let herself doze off again.

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Once Upon a Time, Jefferson/Regina/Whale, If Regina ever thought she'd start doing a silly thing like time-traveling, she certainly never thought she'd be doing it with the mad scientist and the mad hatter.

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Orphan Black, Cosima + Helena, "What do you say we get you some new wings, gorgeous?"

[fresh-brainss.livejournal.com]

Disney Princesses, Aurora/Elsa, True love's kiss was a lot colder than Aurora thought it would be.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

X-Men (movieverse), John/Bobby, "You missed me."

Fill

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

"You missed me."

"But my aim is getting better."

[demoerin.livejournal.com]

Guardians of the Galaxy (MCU), any, it's always quiet here.

[demoerin.livejournal.com]

Star Trek AOS, McCoy/Kirk, He was never going to hear the end of this.

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

He was never going to hear the end of this. He’d been composing the latest part of the weekly story he was sending to Joanna, complete with little illustrations, when Jim had called by to borrow something from him. He’d gone to find it and when he returned he found Jim with the PADD in his hand, smiling as he read what Bones had written. Bones had snatched the PADD back, but the damage had already been done, Jim kissing him as he left and muttering “so sweet”.

Later, when they met up, Bones prepared to be teased.

Jim said “I meant it. The story really is very sweet. Joanna is very lucky to have a Daddy who takes the time to write something like that for her. In fact, all it lacks is a handsome prince to come riding in. I could volunteer my services as the model for your drawing.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Adventure Time, Marceline/Princess Bubblegum, "I never wanted you to be perfect!"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Drax the Destroyer/Peter Quill, It all started when Drax turned to him one day and said "So, Starlord, do you wish to share my bed?"

A Mutual Exercise - GotG, Drax/Peter, NC-17 1/2

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

It all started when Drax turned to him one day and said "So, Starlord, do you wish to share my bed?"

There were times like this when, frustrating as it was, Peter was really glad Drax always meant what he said and what he meant (and was faithful, one hundred percent). Because Drax was offering his bedspace, literally. The Milano wasn't exactly the biggest ship in the universe, and there wasn't a ton of bunk space.

That and Gamora needed some alone time. Her body mods needed maintenance, or refueling, or... something. Peter hadn't asked the details after she'd started pulling out things to plug into herself and explained she was going to be out for a day or two while she did... upgrades.

Which left Peter bed-less. He had not been looking forward to curling up on a mattress on the floor, not with Rocket likely to rig something on him to blow as soon as he woke up.

"Uh... sure. Thanks."

"The bed is originally yours," Drax pointed out with his impeccable logic, and Peter just didn't bother to argue the point because... Drax. Not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were, Peter just flopped on the half Drax left him, pulled up a blanket, and tried to sleep the wonderful sleep of not being on the floor.

---

To say his and Gamora's relationship was open was to call space "kinda large." Peter hadn’t ever done the monogamy thing, partially because the Ravagers didn’t exactly take you places where nice girls were, and partially because he’d never met someone he’d wanted to learn more about than what could be learned in an hour of sweaty aerobics. With Gamora, he might. She’d done more for him, and with him, in a few days than some people had in years, and none of that had involved sex. Adding sex on top of that hadn’t made things cheap, it had made things better.

But Gamora hadn’t had the freedom Peter had wrested for himself when he’d left the Ravagers, the freedom to choose, to go where he wanted, meet people on his own terms. Gamora had never had that, always on some mission or another, not even her body really her own. So Peter could be understanding and open-minded and-.

Look, he’s very, very new to any personal concept of monogamy. She wants space to explore. It’s really fun to watch her do it. And she’s got her own issues, and he can respect that.

But it makes for an awkward night when Gamora is upgrading and Peter doesn’t exactly feel comfortable rubbing one out when he’s in Drax’s personal space. And his body isn’t interested in listening to excuses, because he’s used to taking things into his own hands on the regular, if there was no willing partner. He just tries to flop on his side, rebellious dick pointing away from the guy who calls himself “The Destroyer,” and think of very bad things to will his erection away.

He fails spectacularly.

It’s halfway through the night-cycle, his penis still hasn’t gotten the message, and Drax taps him on the shoulder.

“Starlord, would you care to engage in a short-term mutual sexual exercise?”

Peter doesn’t laugh himself sick because he likes his head attached to his body. But he thinks about it really, really hard.

There are also things he should be thinking about, like this might not be the greatest of ideas. As usual, he dismisses those pointless thoughts very quickly. He would very, very, very much like to have some sex before he has to try to walk around the ship with a hard-on. Also, specified short-term, which is awesome, because Peter technically has three wives and a husband on three different planets and a space station due to some misunderstandings about local mating customs.

“Yeah?” he asks, just to make sure he heard that right. Because a misunderstanding at this moment would be bad.

“I would enjoy the release. It has been a difficult time for all of us, and an orgasm is useful for clearing thinking processes. Amongst my people, fellow warriors engaged in such exercises frequently.”

Nope, no misunderstanding there. Peter can’t dream anything that bizarre, and he’s sharing ship-space with a talking raccoon. He drops his futile attempts at modesty as he sits up and turns around, the bulge in his pants blindingly obvious.

“I’d like that. A lot.”

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: The Next Generation, Geordi LaForge/Data, space can be dull

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Wallander - Henning Mankell, Kurt Wallander/Magnus Martinsson, Kurt was worried

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark/Loki, "Shut up!"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Frasier+Any, "Oh. My. God!"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward/Winry, The cold sneaked into the house like a stray cat.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The Crow, Eric, The Angel of Death walks among you.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Cas - He'd never have imagined that being so completely overpowered could possibly make him feel so free.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Cas - His heart nearly stopped when he saw it - that same fiery gleam he'd seen in Dean's eyes, in the moment before he'd raised his soul from Hell.

[samueljames]

Star Trek AOS, Bones/Jim, "I got you, darlin', you're safe."

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

"I got you, darlin', you're safe."

It was over a week since the away mission and yet still Jim was waking every night to sit up and cradle his left arm to his chest, crying and rocking backwards and forwards. All Bones could do was put his arms around Jim, pull him into his own chest and hold him close until he finally calmed. Jim’s arm had healed and there was no reason that Bones could determine why it should be hurting in the night. Indeed during the day there was no evidence that it was hurting – Bones had been watching Jim carefully and saw no sign of any wince or unconscious behaviour that would indicate that there was a problem.

As Bones continued to hold his partner, and even as he murmured what he hoped were soothing messages, he ran through all he had heard about the mission. The crew who had returned were unanimous in their praise for the bravery of their captain, and although saddened by the death of three of their number, accepted that this was a risk they had all taken. Jim, himself, had made the necessary reports, and during the daytime carried on as would be expected. They had discussed the loss of life, but as Spock had said, Jim’s decisions had been logical when he had made them; no blame could be laid on him.

Which left, so far as Bones could see, a man who revisited his decisions every night, and until he was able to share where he felt he had made a mistake there was little Bones could do except provide the same reassurance: "I got you, darlin', you're safe."

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Gabriel - It'd been a rough week or so, since his fall; this was the first time that being human had actually felt good.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe - The challenging snarl died in his throat at the sharp tug on his hair, Nick's voice low and commanding in his ear.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal - "But... I thought this was what you wanted!"

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Despicable Me, Gru + any, The two sides of him waged an internal war as he surveyed the horrible destruction in front of him, and he felt equal urges to laugh maniacally and to cry.

Small Fill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

The two sides of him waged an internal war as he surveyed the horrible destruction in front of him, and he felt equal urges to laugh maniacally and to cry. He supposed that if he had been the one responsible for it, then maniacal laughter would be the obvious choice. The fact that it was the girls... And that they had taken after his villainous ways (despite all his best efforts to show them non-villainous paths in life)... Well, that conflicted him.

He had no idea what the toy store had done to earn their collective wrath, but he sincerely hoped the owners had sprung for the Supervillain-Damage insurance. Margo's little - or maybe not-so-little - addition to the general mayhem looked like it would be a costly repair.

When teddy-bear-innards sprinkled down over him like confetti, he gave in to the urge to indulge in maniacal laughter. The girls would probably need lessons in that, too. After they were done being grounded.

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, Any + or / Any, "Who are you, what are you doing in my house, and who the hell is your tailor?"

[marlex.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Abby/McGee, "Run!"