Friday Scent
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fabrisse and today's theme is Scent. Prompts can be anything related to scent. Does Anne sniff the air for Marilla’s cooking when she returns home to Green Gables? The Duchess of Tremontaine in Swordspoint must know how to plant a garden that intrigues her guests with its scent. The Replicants of Blade Runner can tell each other because they smell different from regular humans.
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.
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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...
Person of Interest, Harold Finch, Grace left a small vial of perfume at his place before the explosion. On his roughest days he’ll open it and remember.
Man From UNCLE, Napoleon Solo + Illya Kuryakin, Illya’s degree in chemistry gets him assigned undercover at a perfumery that’s a front for THRUSH. Napoleon has to get him out before he becomes their next best selling scent.
Kingsman: The Secret Service, Gary “Eggsy” Unwin/Merlin, Eggsy comes home late from an assignment and sits in the living room, his whole body relaxing into the scent of home and Merlin’s wool sweaters.
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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fabrisse and today's theme is Scent. Prompts can be anything related to scent. Does Anne sniff the air for Marilla’s cooking when she returns home to Green Gables? The Duchess of Tremontaine in Swordspoint must know how to plant a garden that intrigues her guests with its scent. The Replicants of Blade Runner can tell each other because they smell different from regular humans. 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 spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
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...
Person of Interest, Harold Finch, Grace left a small vial of perfume at his place before the explosion. On his roughest days he’ll open it and remember.
Man From UNCLE, Napoleon Solo + Illya Kuryakin, Illya’s degree in chemistry gets him assigned undercover at a perfumery that’s a front for THRUSH. Napoleon has to get him out before he becomes their next best selling scent.
Kingsman: The Secret Service, Gary “Eggsy” Unwin/Merlin, Eggsy comes home late from an assignment and sits in the living room, his whole body relaxing into the scent of home and Merlin’s wool sweaters.
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2016-09-23 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 01:05 pm (UTC)mini fill
Date: 2016-09-23 11:28 pm (UTC)There was something, though, about the sounds. The guys were going down a little too fast considering he hadn't heard any guns go off.
The last thing he expected was Bucky Barnes showing up in his cell.
Bucky ran over, broke the restraints off, and helped Sam up. Sam could walk, but not well, and so Bucky supported him as much as he could without carrying him; Sam could tell that he was trying not to hurt Sam's ego, which was appreciated.
They got out and into a hot-wired car and Bucky started speeding away.
They were miles out before Sam said anything.
"Thanks, man."
"Sure. It's twenty miles to the border, and I've got a way across lined up."
"How'd you find me, anyway? We're across the country from where I told you guys I would be."
Bucky paused a long time. "I tracked you with your scent," he said finally.
Sam was quiet. He wasn't sure if maybe the injuries were affecting him. "Did you just say that you came here because you... smelled me?"
Bucky let out an annoyed sigh.
Sam scrunched up his left cheek. "Wait, what's going on here?"
"I'm a werewolf, okay?" Bucky said, clearly agitated that he had to talk about it with Sam.
"You're a werewolf?"
"Yes. Okay?"
"You're a werewolf who sniffed at my scent for 500 miles."
"You're making it sound weird," Bucky complained.
"It is weird. You're, I mean... you're literally...."
"Yes. I'm literally a monster," Bucky said, and looked right at him, eyes a little blank as his voice cracked.
"Oh.... Well, honestly, that's not even in my top 10 on the list of things that are wrong with you."
"You're such a dick," Bucky said, shaking his head. But he looked a little lighter, and so Sam just gave him his prettiest grin.
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Date: 2016-09-23 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 01:18 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2: Colby/Evan
Date: 2016-09-25 08:46 pm (UTC)Evan made a wordless sound of protest when Colby slid out of the bed, taking his delicious warmth with him.
“Sorry, babe,” Colby said. “Duty calls. You know how it is.”
Evan grumbled, reached out blindly. Colby curled his fingers through Evan’s and squeezed, pressed a kiss to Evan’s hair, and Evan fell asleep before Colby was gone.
Evan had wakened slowly when the sun was high in the sky, bright light streaming in through Colby’s window. He managed to tug the curtain shut far enough that he wasn’t being blinded, and then he remembered, Colby had gotten a call from work. He sighed and reached out, tugged Colby’s pillow close. It was cold, but it still smelled like him. Evan inhaled deeply and sighed. He had so little time on Earth every year, and he did his best to maximize his time spent with his family and Colby, but just because he was on vacation didn’t mean the rest of the world was.
According to official SGC records, Evan was crashing with his sister in her condo near Golden Gate Park, but Colby’s apartment in LA was his ostensibly his home when he was on Earth. Evan supposed he ought to do something useful around the place till Colby called and let him know what his day was shaking out like. He could tidy up, do some laundry, maybe even make some foid that stored easily and was good reheated.
But he wanted to stay in bed a little longer. Sleeping in was not a luxury he was often afforded, certainly not at the SGC, not even on his designated Sundays, and not at home on the commune or at Natalia’s place either, because her kids were noisy and woke him up while they were getting ready for school.
Even if he wasn’t sleepy anymore, cuddling pathetically with Colby’s pillow was the best he was going to get of Colby for the foreseeable future, so he lay there, drowsing and happy.
Until he heard the front door open.
Evan silenced his breathing, listened. Not Colby’s footsteps. Someone tentative, stealthy. Someone sneaking.
Evan slithered out of bed and across the room, tugged on his boxer briefs with one hand, snagged his sidearm off the nightstand with the other, cocked it as quietly as he could manage, and then pressed himself against the wall just inside the door, listening. Waiting.
Two sets of footsteps. No, three. Moving in a familiar rhythm - they were clearing Colby’s apartment. Colby was ex-Army, but as far as Evan knewm he hadn’t made any enemies there. On the other hand, Colby was current FBI, and it was all too easy for work to follow him home.
Evan shook off the lassitude of post-coital slumber and tensed, ready for action. The footsteps came closer, closer, into the doorway -
“Freeze!” Evan barked.
The two men in the doorway were wearing kevlar vests with FBI printed on them. The first man - tall, black, strong - aimed his gun right at Evan, unflinching. The other man - white, shorter, leaner - had his gun drawn as well, but as soon as he saw Evan, he lowered it.
“FBI! Lower your weapon!” the first man snarled.
Evan lowered his gun slowly, but he didn’t relax, didn’t de-cock it.
“What the hell are you doing here?” The first man looked Evan up and down.
“I was asleep when I heard someone not Colby Granger enter his apartment and proceed to clear it,” Evan said. “I know he works for the FBI and surmised someone hostile could have found out where he lived. I’m assuming since you work for the FBI as well you’re not hostile to him.” Evan swallowed hard. He knew Colby wasn’t out at work. Dammit. “How about we all put down our weapons and have a friendly conversation?”
“What’s your name?” the second man asked. His gazed fixed on Evan’s dog tags.
“Evan Lorne.”
The second man glanced at the first. “Did Colby tell you he was having friends in from out of town?”
“Colby doesn’t tell me a lot,” the first man said, and Evan realized. These weren’t just random FBI agents. They were Colby’s team. The first man was his partner, David Sinclair, which meant the second man was likely his boss, Don Eppes.
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Date: 2016-09-23 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 02:17 pm (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, "His curls or his smell."
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Date: 2016-09-23 02:31 pm (UTC)Learn more about LiveJournal Ratings in FAQ (https://www.dreamwidth.org/support/faqbrowse?faqid=303).
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Date: 2016-09-23 02:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 03:03 pm (UTC)SPN, Dean The scent of blood p1
Date: 2017-07-09 08:28 pm (UTC)That's why what happened caught him off guard.
He'd heard of PTSD. Even seen it first had in a couple of hunters who'd packed it in and gone back to their "normal" lives. But, he'd never expected this to happen. Not to himself.
They'd been on the hunt for a rather gruesome demon who delighted in leaving its victims not only dead, but very bloody.
After doing a search of the surrounding area, they were confident that no one was watching the abandoned barn. They checked for any hidden traps before entering the barn, guns in hand. Quietly they made their way through the outer area of the barn. Finding nothing, they continued further in. They stopped in front of a makeshift room created from strips of plastic. The plastic was white, but not see through. Some areas were darker then others, stained from the inside out. Overhead a single lightbulb illuminated the stains, making them look harsh against the white.
Dean indicated for Sam to remain where he was as he pushed aside some of the plastic. He stopped, not entering the room. Just looking at the horror in front of him. Wide green eyes looked back at Sam before finally stepping forward. He heard Sam's movements from behind him. He watched as Sam circled around from his left, coming to stand on the opposite side of a table.
The table had been used as a makeshift torture rack. The body still shackled to the table by leather straps. Dean focused on the broken body, trying to figure out if it was male or female. Most of it was covered by a bloody sheet, except the face. There was no face.
Dean took in a sharp breath, smelling the cloying scent of the drying blood. It was as if time stopped for him. He felt sweat trickling down his back. His vision swam and his head felt heavy. His breathing was coming rapidly and he felt his heart hammering in his chest.
He tried to raise his head but couldn't finding himself on the rack, limbs and head held down by leather straps. He tried to struggle. To free himself, but couldn't. A voice called to him. Trying to soothe him. Then the laughter. The sick sound of it, hollow and heartless. The voice whispered in his ear.
"Oh Dean, the fun were about to have. You're my favorite by far." The hollow laughter split the silence. "Open your eyes Dean. I don't want you to miss this.."
His eyes were screwed shut. He knew by opening them he'd see the demon, Alastair standing over him. He was back in hell, being tortured. Oh God, had he ever left? Maybe he'd just awoken from a dream. Sam was a figment of his sleeping mind trying to escape hell and the daily torture he endured.
"Dean, open your eyes or I'll open them for you. Trust me, you won't like it if I do. I'll slice your eyelids off. Sure, they'll be back tomorrow, but the pain will be bad, really bad. But your screams will be music to my ears."
Dean forced himself to open his eyes. The alternative would be much worse if he didn't. He'd learned the hard way before. The last time he refused to listen to Alastair's "request" he'd cut off his ears. Alastair told him it was a way to remind him to listen when spoken to. He looked up into the man's black eyes.
"Hello. There are those pretty green eyes I love so much. They're to beautiful when they're wide open, filled with fear." Alastair patted his cheek almost lovingly. He winced at the touch, trying to move away from it, but held in place by the strap.
Alastair moved out of his line of vision. He tried to track him, but couldn't. He faught against the straps, frustration rising as he was unable to move. The glint of metal caught his attention. He watched as a knife hovered over him before disappearing. He felt the sting as the blade sliced into his forearm. He clamped his lips closed, not willing to give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing his pain.
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Date: 2016-09-23 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 04:15 pm (UTC)ETA does that make sense? Feel free to ask for clarification if it's not.
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Date: 2016-09-23 09:28 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/8120179 - The Flash, Joe West/Caitlin Snow
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Date: 2016-09-23 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 04:18 pm (UTC)*Based on my little deceased dog who growled when cancer-riddled auntie came to see us, because the cancer smell was so strong :(
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Date: 2016-09-23 04:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 04:20 pm (UTC)Whether they are *good* at cooking is beside the point, LOLno subject
Date: 2016-09-23 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 08:01 pm (UTC)Supernatural, Dean & Sam Winchester, the smell of an angel when it burns
FILL: The Obligation - Sam, Dean, Mary, Cas - angst, hurt,
Date: 2016-09-23 09:23 pm (UTC)http://archiveofourown.org/works/8120077
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Date: 2016-09-23 08:03 pm (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, baker!Harry experiments in the kitchen in the afternoon while songwriter!Louis gets distracted by the scent of freshly-baked goods
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Date: 2016-09-23 08:03 pm (UTC)RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, what does home smell like?
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Date: 2016-09-23 08:04 pm (UTC)author's choice, author's choice, scent memory
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Date: 2016-09-23 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-23 10:31 pm (UTC)No fill, but...
Date: 2016-09-24 11:13 am (UTC)