Wednesday: 5 Senses

[x-disturbed-x.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m x_disturbed_x and today's theme is Five Senses. Prompts can be anything so long as they have to do with one of the five senses.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Author’s Choice, Author’s Choice, seeing is believing
Jessica Jones, Jessica Jones/Patricia Walker, a gentle touch

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

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[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, He'd never say it, but he really likes it when Winry touches his right arm

[strg8g33k.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), John Watson/Sherlock Holmes, experimental sensory deprivation.

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Battle Creek, Russ Agnew/Milt Chamberlain, Russ never believes his eyes

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Forever, Henry Morgan & Abe Morgan, the smell of the food brings it all back

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, he loves having Harold's voice in his ear

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Lucifer(TV), Lucifer/Amenadiel, humans undervalue touch

not a fill

[foxxygoddess.livejournal.com]

I love this in ways I didn't know were possible. someone please fill!

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Man from U.N.C.L.E.(TV or film), Napoleon/Illya, taste

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, he'll never tell her just how much he likes the smell of her perfume, but she knows

Fill

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

The first time that it happened, Darcy was in the lab in the Avengers Tower, ostensibly helping Jane, in reality hiding from Tony and Bruce and whatever science bros argument they had going on that week. She was minding her own business, invisible as could be, typing some data into the computer when she became aware that someone was standing behind her. 

Which once upon a time might have been cause for alarm, or reaching into her backpack for her taser or can of Mace, whichever came to hand first. But in Avengers Tower, where the biggest danger was a paper cut, or being caught in the middle of the aforementioned science bros argument, she barely even blinked. Especially not when she looked carefully into the computer screen and recognised the figure at her back. 

"Can I help you?" To anyone else, she might have sounded caustic but there was a twitch to her lips that someone who knew her well would probably pick up on. 

And when Steve replied, "No... just enjoying the view," when she heard the smile in his own voice, she knew that was exactly what had happened. 

She couldn't help the grin that crossed her lips. "Some of us have to work, you know," she reminded him and she didn't turn around on her stool, not even when he took a step closer to her, close enough that his chest was pressing against her back. His hands moved slowly, carefully, coming to rest on her hips, fingers flexing gently and, workplace or not, secret or not, Darcy found herself leaning back ever so slightly against him. 

Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his head dip, felt his lips find the junction where her neck met her shoulder and place a kiss there. Just one, brief and almost chaste because damn it, he knew what that did to her. The resulting full body shiver made his lips curl in a smile that no-one could see but that she could feel and when he took a deep breath, let it out in a sigh against her skin, she shivered again. 

He took another deep breath, this time holding it for longer before he let her go, stepping back and kissing her cheek. "I'll let you get back to it," he said and he was gone before she'd recovered herself enough to say another word. 

That was the first time, but not the last and Darcy soon lost count of the amount of times that he'd come to find her - after a good day, after a bad, it didn't seem to matter. Sometimes he'd talk, sometimes he wouldn't, but always he would come to her, take her in his arms, bury his face in her neck and breathe deeply. He would hold her until he was once again strong enough to let her go and she would hold him just as tightly, lending him what strength she could. 

For her birthday that year, she bought herself an extra large bottle of perfume and pretended not to notice the smile on his face when he saw it sitting on her dressing table. 

Expensive it might have been, but she knew it was worth every penny, to both of them. 

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, the touch of another warm body

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

He would never admit it out loud but those nights they had been on the run, not quite forced to curl up next to one another for warmth but also safety, had been the best. She fit against him like she’d been made for him.  At first it had bothered him to have her next to him, she was distracting. He’d never want to get use to having someone he could lose. It was bad enough when he’d had to put Merle down. He never wanted to get close enough to feel that loss again. But it was too late. She was a part of him now. And he never wanted to be without the feel of her against him.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Wreck-It Ralph, Ralph + Vanellope, chocolate

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Young Wizards, Nita Callahan/Kit Rodriguez, the view is even more beautiful reflected in her eyes

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any, meow!

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal's sense of smell is very keen and there are things Will can't hide from him.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, his spider-sense tells him Wade is dangerous for him in more ways than one.

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles, "His curls or his smell."

FILL

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

When he misses Harry, Louis goes to the ocean.

He thinks about the time he and Harry were actually able to slip out of the hotel undetected on a rare day off and hop a cab to the shore, in search of a place where no one would recognize them, and no one would judge them if they were spotted holding hands.

They’d managed to find a break in the fence to a private beach, and, laughing, formed a plan for what they would do if they got caught.

He remembers wading into the frothy waves, the way they tickled around his ankles, and only pretending to be angry when they’d got far enough out, and Harry seized the first opportunity to shove Louis over.

Then there was the spirited water fight that ended in long, slow kisses on the sand bar.

And Harry smelling of salt water and sunshine, skin growing pinker the longer they laid out on their blanket and watched the sunset.

When the moon had risen and the tide started to come in, they walked on the sand, talking about the future and the dreams they had yet to achieve.

At some point, Louis had twined one of Harry’s curls around his finger and remarked that he liked Harry’s hair longer. (Something the other man had taken to heart, as Harry hadn’t cut it since.)

Afterward, they’d had to trek over a mile down the highway in damp clothes and sandy shoes until a trucker finally stopped for them and got them back to the city.

The next day had been all secret smiles and furtive glances, and both of them knowing they wouldn’t have a day that perfect again for a long, long time.

Louis goes to the ocean and gets lost in a memory, long enough to stop himself from sending a text he’s typed and deleted at least a dozen times:

Please, just ask me to come home.

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, (ex)Winter Soldier,



those who have seen your face draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
It's me they hear

[tigriswolf]

Marvel movies, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (or ex-Winter Soldier), There are times I feel the shiver and cold, it only happens when I'm on my own

[tigriswolf]

Animorphs, Tobias, having to get used to a hawk's senses

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The coolest - and most disturbing - thing about being a red-tailed hawk was the eyesight. Tobias could see a mouse a mile-and-a-half away - its rippling fur, it's twitching nose, its swishing tail. That was awesome. What was disturbing was how he was immediately hungry after.

Because, well, mouse.

But he was a hawk now. He learned to soar on thermals, and he learned to not only spot prey but track it, and he learned to use his talons to kill it.

And sometimes he hung out on top of a building where, for the others, he was out of sight, out of mind, but he'd watch the golden flame of Rachel's hair in the sunlight while she sat on the front steps of the high school, brown-bagging it with Cassie and talking about normal things, like being human and having friends and sleeping in a bed.

And then he had the power to become human again, and he was so grateful, so relieved, and so hollow, when he couldn't see Rachel anymore, not from a distance, not from where she couldn't see him, because he wasn't really human anymore, and he could never tell her how he felt.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, watching the sun [rise or set] over the water

Ncis LA, Nate/Kensi

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

"I thought I'd find you here."

At the sound of Nate's voice, a smiles comes to Kensi's lips, even as she pulls her sleeve down over her hand, raises it to her cheeks to wipe away her tears. She knows Nate notices - he's not blind - but he doesn't comment on it, just loosens his tie, undoes his top button and drops down onto the sand beside her. His suit jacket is already long gone and he leans back on his elbows, stretches his legs out in front of him and looks over at her. "Sorry I was late," he says, keeping his tone light, but Kensi knows him well enough to hear the question he's not asking her. 

"Sorry I didn't wait for you." They'd agreed to meet at the mission that evening, always assuming Kensi was ready to go when he got there - whatever about the meetings he had to attend, her case load didn't always lend itself to a regular schedule. "I just..." A lump rises in her throat, possibly pushed up there because of the clamp that suddenly settles around her chest, squeezing tightly and she can't speak all of a sudden. 

The tiniest of frowns appears on Nate's forehead and Kensi knows that if she were speaking to anyone else, there would be full blown fear on their faces right now - she's kept her panic attacks a closely guarded secret. But this is Nate and for all the times she's ordered him out of her head, for all the times she's told him not to profile her, today she's glad he's good at what he does. 

"Walls closing in on you?"

She nods, pulls both sleeves down over her hands, balls her hands into fists and presses them to her lips. He sits up, one of his hands going to her back, resting there gently, unmoving. It's the kind of touch usually seen in calming a skittish animal and Kensi knows that the analogy is an apt one. After one particularly bad post-Afghanistan nightmare where she'd almost broken his wrist before she realised who was touching her, they've both learned that it pays to be cautious. 

When she's certain that she's not going to do that again, more to the point, when he is, his hand begins to move, tracing wide circles on her back. Every so often, his fingers linger on the base of her neck, on the knotted, tension filled muscles there. She dips her head to grant him better access, closes her eyes at the welcome sensation of his hand on her skin. 

She's spending too much time remembering a different kind of touch: she intends to savour this one while she can. 

"When will it stop, Nate?"

She's barely aware that she's asked the question out loud, only realises it when his fingers still, when she hears him sigh. She opens her eyes then, looks over at him and sees the conflict on his face that he's usually so careful to hide. "I don't know, Kens." He's always been honest with her, which is one of the things she loves about him. "But I'm here... for anything you need."

She nods. "I know. I just... what if..."

"You will." He sounds confident, like he has no doubt that she's going to be fine. "We will." His hand slides to her shoulder, pulls her against him and she collapses against him willingly, settling herself in the welcoming circle of his arms as she stares out at the horizon, at the huge orange sun just beginning to sink beneath it. 

"Can we stay here for a while?" she asks because the beach has always been her refuge, her safe place, the place she goes to recharge her batteries. 

She smiles as she feels him brush a kiss across the top of her head. "For as long as you like."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, as long as Rodney is complaining John knows everything will be okay

Fill: SGA/Dollhouse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Rodney opened his eyes and the first words out of his mouth were, "I hurt like hell," John knew everything would be okay.

Jennifer was clutching Topher's hand, eyes brimming with tears of relief. Topher looked torn between smugness at much-deserved gratitude and discomfort at Jennifer, well, touching him.

"Oh, Rodney," Jennifer breathed. "You're alive."

"I better be, because if I hurt this much in heaven, heaven sucks and I want to go to hell," Rodney grumbled. He blinked blearily. "Jennifer. John. Evan. Joe. Squirrely guy."

"Topher," he said patiently.

"Topher fixed you," Jennifer said. "I couldn't have done this without him."

Rodney grunted in pain; Jennifer nodded to a nurse, who went in search of a syringe full of pain meds.

"What do you mean, he fixed me?" Rodney asked. His eyes widened in horror. "Am I an active now? Am I broken, like Ballard?"

"No," Joe said calmly. "You're fine. Between Topher and Victor, you're good as new, no active architecture, no imprinting required."

"Oh. Good." Rodney blinked. "I - the last thing I remember was that little girl and someone screaming about a bus."

John's throat closed. Of all the dangers he and Rodney had faced over the years, and the thing that almost ended Rodney was a damn bus when he was trying to rescue a child.

"I did stagger your memories so they wouldn't all hit you at once," Topher said.

"You said you didn't imprint me!" Rodney cried, then winced and clutched his ribs.

"I can heal someone's brain without imprinting them," Topher said. "Where's that nurse? Someone drug him already."

Jennifer chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss Rodney, but he put up a hand, forestalled her. She blinked, confused. "Are you all right?"

Rodney said, "When you said you healed my brain, what do you mean?"

"I mean I fixed your brain so it's basically good as new," Topher said. "Not new-new, obviously, You won't be building synapses like a toddler again, but any trauma has been healed. Why?"

Rodney jabbed a finger at Joe. "You bastard!"

Everyone immediately turned to glare at him.

Joe raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Me? What did I do?"

Evan wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "I suspect he means the other you."

John winced. Until Joe grew his hair out a little more and bought more of his own clothes, people were going to keep mixing them up.

"Rodney," Jennifer said carefully, "I gave Topher permission to help me design the surgery protocol on your brain. John had nothing to do with it."

Rodney spluttered helplessly. Then he scooped up the nearest object - the nurse call button - and flung it at John. "How dare you!"

John dodged it automatically. "At least we know you're really better. I'm going to let that go because you're recovering from some serious injuries –"

"That night on the pier, where the parasite was in my brain – you told me!" Rodney shouted.

John froze.

"You told me about the Dollhouse first." Rodney's breathing became ragged.

Jennifer gestured for a nurse. "Rodney, please, calm down, you'll re-open your wounds."

The nurse darted in with a syringe, injected sedatives into Rodney's IV.

"You told me," Rodney whispered. "You told me you love me..." His eyes rolled back in his head, and he slumped against the pillow.

John felt Jennifer's gaze on him, wide-eyed and horrified and betrayed and hurt and confused. Topher ducked away and took the nurse with him.

"John?" Jennifer asked.

He swallowed hard, fell back a step. "Not here. Not now. When he's more stable." He spun on his heel and strode out of the room. Jennifer started to follow, but Evan and Joe stopped her.

John wished he could turn back time, go back to Rodney complaining, because nothing was okay, not anymore.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve is a toucher

[lasairfhiona.livejournal.com]

The one thing Danny never expected when he and Steve became a couple, was the fact Steve was a very tactile person. Not that you’d know it by Mr. Macho in the office, but at home, he touched. Steve would run a hand down his back as he walked past. When they sat on the couch fighting over the remote and what to watch, there was always an arm thrown over the back of the sofa and fingers that caressed his neck or god forbid, he didn’t understand Steve’s fascination with playing with his hair. In bed, even when it was too hot to cuddle, Steve always had a hand on his back or tucked under his hip, some touch to keep them connected. It had taken him a while to get used to it, but now except for the hair thing, he’d gotten used to it and missed the touches when they weren’t there.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

London Spy, Danny Holt/Alex Turner, I can still feel your touch on my skin,

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any Sentinel fusion, how do you keep a secret from someone with five heightened senses?

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, your memory is here when that song plays on the radio.

Fill: High School Musical - Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans - 6 Degrees of Seperation

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

It was stupid, but Chad couldn't help smiling when the opening notes of 'Everyday' played on his MP3 player. It always took him back to that summer when Ryan stepped out of the shadow of his sister. It was the first time that Chad had seen the twins as individual people instead of just The Evanses. Now Ryan was all grown up. Well, as grown up as an 18 year old could be and attending Julliard in NYC.

The thought made Chad's smile widen and he picked up his pace. Practice had run late and he had a skype date with his boyfriend. Maybe, if he was lucky, he might be able to get Ryan to dance with him.

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Merlin (TV), Arthur Pendragon/Merlin, I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.

Fill: post-series 5

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Merlin could recognize his once and future king by touch alone, by smell; he knew Arthur blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. So when there was angry huffing and puffing and stomping boots on the cement floor of the homeless shelter, Merlin came awake in an instant, his heart pounding with joy, with elation. The other men in his dormitory grumbled and muttered. One of them even flung a pillow.

And then a hand was on Merlin's shoulder, and he breathed in the scent of clean linen. He opened his eyes.

Arthur hovered over him, peering uncertainly. "Merlin? Is that you under all those wrinkles and that beard?"

Merlin sat up, swatted Arthur's hand aside. "Of course it's me, you prat. And keep your voice down. Don't want to anger the matron. Might need to sleep here again."

Arthur's lips twitched into an involuntary smile at 'prat'. "No," he said, "you never need to sleep here again." He tugged, and Merlin came to his feet. He started to reach for his pack, but Arthur shook his head. "Come on. England's waiting for us."

They slipped away into the night.

"And for heaven's sake, Merlin, fix your face. I can't stand looking at you, like that."

"Yes, sire."

"And Merlin?"

"Yes, sire?"

"It's good to see you again."

"You too, sire."

"Stop calling me 'sire' and kiss me, you idiot."

"Yes, you prat."