Scents Wednesday

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Hello, my pretties! It's Wednesday and I sharpiesgal have returned for another day. Today's theme will be scents.

Anything from perfume to your favorite food and back again.

The rules are as follows:

1. No more than five prompts in a row.
2. No more than three prompts in a fandom.
3. No spoilers in prompts.
4. If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

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

MCU, Clint/Tony, his favorite scent on Tony was motor oil
SGA, Rodney McKay, he hated the face that he was allergic to citrus because they all smelled so good
CSI: Miami, Horatio Caine, his favorite scent was the ocean near his beachside condo

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[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

MCU, Clint/Tony, his favorite scent on Tony was motor oil

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[wolf-of-shadow.livejournal.com]

It was almost a ritual by now, Tony stumbling in at random times, always hours after Clint had called it quits for the day and fallen into their bed. The first time it had happened Clint had damn near taken his head off. It had been after a bad fight, both with the team and later just with Tony, and he hadn’t expected a mostly drunk billionaire, reeking of whiskey, to all but fall on him just as the sun was peeking through the tinted windows of Clint’s room. He’d realised who it was in about the time that it had taken the knife to get to his hand and he’d kicked Tony out instead, terrified by what had almost happened. A repeat performance the next night showed that Tony apparently didn’t remember or didn’t find the threat of imminent death to be a deterrent, which considering the man in question, Clint assumed it was even odds each way.

It hadn’t really stopped from then on. Clint got used to it, got used to the dip of the mattress and the always too cold hand at his hip when Tony rolled towards him. Got used to anticipating when it was worth staying awake a little longer than he normally would have so he was still aware when Tony would stroll in shortly after he went to bed, smelling of his ridiculously named shampoo and still warm from the shower. Clint got better at waking up at the sound of the door when the heavy notes of ozone and something not-quite-blood-but-close hung in the air and he knew that Tony had just been out in the suit and would still be high on adrenalin and want to talk. He learnt what it meant when sweat mingled with those scents, when the coppery smell was that little too strong to be anything but blood and he knew he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep, trading his warm bed for a patch of cold tile and a shaking shoulder under his palm.

Clint found himself looking forward to the rare occasions where Tony would slide into be almost soundlessly, coffee on his breath as he muttered calculations to himself while the sun rose outside the large windows. Those were the mornings where he lingered as long as he could, waiting for Tony to eventually still beside him before he would get up and wonder if he’d be able to return the favour when he was done with work. Most of the time he could, because the very first lesson he’d ever learnt about Tony Stark was that when he crashed, he crashed hard. Both physically and metaphorically. He might have given up the hope of ever getting a solid night sleep ever again, but it had its perks. Tonight seemed to be one of those nights as he caught a subtle scent as Tony’s head fell against his neck. As Clint buried his face in Tony’s hair, curling his arm around the mechanics back he knew that he’d been in the workshop. Not working on the suit, the buzz of static that always hung around him after that wasn’t there, but working on the cars. He would have to ask about it tomorrow, when he could properly see his partner light up over the simple fact of tinkering with something that wasn’t the suit and he could enjoy watching Tony speak faster that he thought he could keep up with some days. For now he was content to listen to Tony’s breathing level out and let the faint traces of motor oil that clung to Tony lull him back to sleep.

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

SGA, Rodney McKay, he hated the face that he was allergic to citrus because they all smelled so good

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

CSI: Miami, Horatio Caine, his favorite scent was the ocean near his beachside condo

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Horatio stepped walked onto the beach and took a deep breath. The salty air filled his senses and with it took away the scent of death that had been haunting him all day. He loved his job but on days when he couldn't get the smell of decomposing bodies out of his nose he couldn't wait to get away. To come home and walk along the beach. To fill his senses with the sea. Kneeling down he rubbed his hands in the surf, not caring that his suit pants were getting wet, and rubbed the salt water over his face. Cleansing him.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Hannibal, "I was aware one of my teachers had stomach cancer even before he was."

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Rise of the Guardians, Pitch, fear has a very specific smell.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Any, any, they step into another world and everything smells different.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Carmilla, Carmilla/Laura, a vampire's sense of smell.

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

D.Gray-man, any akuma, a constant stench of metal, blood and death that no one else seems able to smell; it's enough to drive one mad(der), if it didn't smell so good (does it really though?)

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

MCU, Thor/Jane, he smelled like lightning, like rain, not human, but better than she could imagine

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Al, In Xing, nothing smells like home.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, She smells like grease, he smells like metal

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Ensemble or any, The smell of cordite and gunpowder

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony/Pepper, Expensive perfumes are nice, but he prefers the way she smells right out of the shower - or right after sex.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Covert Affairs, Auggie, Sometimes he doesn't even hear a voice, he knows who it is by scent alone

[theroyalstacks]

Highlander, Methos, He always assosiated the smell of baking bread with home.

Methos/OMC

[daria234.livejournal.com]

He remembers it, once in a while.

When he passes by a bakery or a restaurant, when he inhales the scent of baking bread.

He remembers someone. A man, short and muscular. He always smiled when Methos walked in.

Methos remembers that there was a large stone in the fireplace, remembers the man slapping flat ovals of ground grain onto its surface. The unmistakable scent of dough heating, browning, transforming into comforting mouthfuls of food.

Methos remembers the building, a little. It was a tiny cabin, small as the average bathroom today, but it was a good structure for its time.

Methos remembers walking through the door, smelling bread on hot stones, and feeling like home.

He doesn't remember the man's name. But he's pretty sure he remembers loving him.

He thinks that the memory is from about 4000 years ago. But he's not sure.

Just like someday, if he lives long enough, he'll barely remember his life today. He might remember the way Duncan smiled at him when he get drunk. He might remember Joe looking down at his guitar, playing after a long hard day. He might remember Alexa's face when she saw the pyramids. Maybe he'd even remember Amanda's laugh.

But even then, if enough time passed, he'd probably remember nothing of this century but a vague sense of companionship and the taste of cool beer, right from the fridge, on his lips.

Still, Methos knew that sometimes a scent, a taste, a sound, could bring him back to another time. So even when he forgot all the names and even the faces, they would be there still. Memories, like ghosts, waiting to be rediscovered, prodded back into life as he walked past a bakery, as he bit into a meal that reminded him of a smile, of warm bodies in close quarters. Of a time he felt like he was home.

[tigriswolf]

Bones, Sweets, the stench of blood and cooking meat

[tigriswolf]

Inception, author's choice, there are no scents in dreams

[tigriswolf]

Teen Wolf (TV), Derek/Stiles or gen, Stiles has never quite smelled right, but Derek had more important things to worry about. Turns out Stiles’ mother was a werecougar and it is quite inheritable.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the world smells new after the storm blows through

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, missing the smell of the ocean

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Teen!Sam, "Oh my God Dean, did you have to use to whole bottle?"

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Abby, she always smelled like gun powder and roses

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

LotR, any, the smell of home

Fill: Scents of Mordor

[rett-chan.livejournal.com]

Your earliest memory is of the smell of cooking meat. It was rich and good and made your mouth water, and it tasted even better than it smelt. You think it must have been man-flesh.

You were only little when Mordor fell. Mostly you remember the scents, which were more often unpleasant than pleasant. There was ash in the air that sometimes made you sneeze, and you could never escape the particular smell of dark powers, which was unlike anything you have smelt since. You hated it, but it was more your home than any place you have travelled since.

It was best when the scents of slaughter overpowered all else. Such usually meant that you would eat well, one way or another.

Your dam smelt of leather and blood both old and new. She was fierce, your dam, and she was strong, and she always made sure that you were fed well on rich meats that always smelt so good, and she protected you as best she could.

She was killed by an elven arrow, in the end. If you hated the elves for nothing else, you would hate them for that.

You are fierce, now, and you are strong. You would thank her for that, if you could.

Mordor is fallen and nothing will ever smell like home again, and that's alright.

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: Enterprise, Charles 'Trip' Tucker, peach cobbler

[wildlinggirl.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles + Scott (or any other werewolf), he(/she) could sense Derek's scent on Stiles that morning.