So here it is! A little thread to dump my short work, and one-shots that I feel aren't long enough to warrant a full post. The thread will cover everything from FSN to Tsukihime depending on my mood at the time, and quite a few pieces from my crossover works (Fellows, Steel, Moonlight) will appear, as well as shorts based off of Rain. Since I'm a lazy bum and have the headache from hell, I'm going to open this thread by reposting an old sensory drabble I left in Fellows.
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The two men in Utena’s life stink.
Perhaps ‘stink’ isn’t how to properly describe it; the pink-haired girl knows she isn’t an accurate judge of scent, not when her clearest memories are of air thick with the scent of roses and perfume and, before that, the creeping stench of wet soil and the faint whiff of death.
(It bothers her that, even when she tries, she can’t pin a specific scent to Himemiya.)
So maybe ‘stink’ is a little extreme, she decides, and amends her opinion. The men in her life—Archer with his piercing eyes of steel gray, Lancer with his funny multi-color shirt and toothy grin—carry strong scents with them.
It stands out to her, and she’s at a loss as to why she notices.
Archer’s scent is the one she knows so perfectly; it’s what she smells every night, when she dons the old, worn, torn shirt he gave her after bringing her home, and he never quite managed to get it back because she ended up liking it too much to use the pajamas he bought her. The tall, dark-skinned man smells of motor oil; motor oil and traces of smoke, of blood, scents he shouldn’t be carrying in his every day life. The mixture of scents makes her nose sting in protest and her eyes water at first, but it’s the same scent she inhales deeply every night to soothe herself before slumber.
Lancer’s scent is, perhaps, in some ways a little more generic; the oddly sweet, addicting scent of sweat, a small touch of salt from the time he spends fishing out on the docks, the lingering whiff of grass, the dash of lady’s perfume he always seems to have with him when he sees a pretty girl worth flirting with. His scent doesn’t make her eyes sting and water like Archer’s, and as far as scents go, she figures this is a more understandable one for men; and yet it is still his own scent, unique, unusual, and just a sniff has her turning her head and searching the crowd for him.
(She tries to remember, she really does, what Himemiya smelled like, as some kind of comparison. She can faintly recall the expected scent of roses and a touch of something dark and spicy, but the complete memory always eludes her.)
Utena doesn’t talk about it too much, these scents she notices coming off of the men in her life. The one time she tried, Taiga collapsed into helpless laughter (why?) and Rin scowled and muttered something about marching over to the apartment and forcing Archer to take more showers.
(Rin never did come to the apartment and keep her word, but Utena figures she probably got distracted by Rider before she could actually act on her threat. Utena stops thinking about it after that, because for some reason or another continuing the thought of what those two women do in their spare time makes her head hurt and her chest ache.)
Saber tells her that if it really bothers her, she should tell them to shower more often or something so the scent isn’t as strong.
Because really, they kind of do stink. She’s just being nice about it.
They both stink, they really do, and she should probably say something to alert them to that fact. But every time Utena tries, every time the thought even crosses her mind, she remembers another man—dark skin, like Archer, but tall and slender, slim where he is all muscle—and the overpowering scent of roses, a sickening scent that makes her stomach revolt.
(She doesn’t understand why it bothers her, because Himemiya also smelled of roses; and even as she wonders she knows no, it bothers her not because of the roses, but because Himemiya never smelled like that, so overpowering to the point of sickness, so wrong.)
She remembers the man who smelled of roses, with his smooth voice and his cold green eyes, and she shuts her mouth before the words even leave her throat and become vocal. When Lancer looks at her, confused, when Archer glances her way, his eyes far too knowing for her taste, she waves them off cheerfully and smiles.
The two men in Utena’s life stink.
But they smell like men, and she prefers their mixture of scents to the smell of roses Akio-san always seemed to have with him even when he was driving.
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Yuri:
Collared
First Kiss
Rage
Eyes on Me
Sunset
Het
Starting Point
Dares
Dark Horse
Flesh Wound
Let It Snow
Straight as an Arrow
Other
Mind over Matter
Shirou/Ayaka Engagement What-If
The Heir of Sajyou
All Grown Up
Girl Talk
Than Water
The Thing about Shirou
Remember When
Crossovers
Like Men
Stay With You
There's A Joke in There Somewhere
Meioh Shirou
Out of Ashes
Into the Open Air
First Interlude: Neo-Queen Serenity
Second Interlude: Small Lady
Sound of Silence
Meioh Shirou Contributions
Sword
Hotaru - Bad End
Usagi
Rei
Michiru
The Sincerest Form of Flattery
MoS!Rin
Beggin'
Guilty Pleasure
Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep
Breaking Point (contributed by Moczo)
Happy Iri Harem AU
A Little Selfish
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Originally Posted by Kieran
