Tuesday - Food

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

It's Tuesday and I'm megans_writing. Sorry for my lateness with this post. I had a doctor's appt and posting this slipped my mind.


Today's theme is Food! It could be learning new recipes, trying to get a kid to eat his broccoli, or food in the bedroom. ;-)


Remember the rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom.
No more than five prompts in a row; if one of your prompts is answered then you can prompt again.
No spoilers until at least a week after air-/publication date. If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly.


Format for Prompts:
Fandom, character or pairing, prompt -- OR (for a Crossover) Fandom/Fandom, Character or pairing, prompt


Examples:
Sherlock BBC, Lestrade/John, cooking a romantic meal
Torchwood/Angel, Team, Ianto tries to make Angel comfortable around the Hub by serving him blood instead of coffee


Of course if you don't like today's theme, why not check out the Lonely Prompts?


tag=food

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[tigriswolf]

Highlander/any vampire 'verse, Methos, his age has a taste

Highlander/Btvs

[peaceformizu.livejournal.com]

Like a lot of men, he is dragged into this mess by his balls. Age doesn’t help when dealing with women. So when his newest wife said she wanted to move to the middle of nowhere, California; Methos had to say yes.

At first he didn’t realize it was the Hellmouth. It was just a nice place in Sunny California. The first night, he ran into a few vampires, he staked them with his sword and thought nothing of it. When it kept happening, he looked up a few things, and realized he was screwed.

You see, age has taste, and these vampires can tell. Apparently, the older you get the nicer your blood. What started out as a move to appease his wife quickly turned into vampire central. He couldn’t just explain to his wife why they had to move, he didn’t tell her he was immortal. Even if he had told her he was immortal, most people are better of not knowing about what goes bump in the night.

Unfortunately, it seemed all the vampires in this pathetic town were *young*. They didn’t remember why if something looked young and smelled old you stayed the hell away. Sure they got blood and the person died, but they got back up and stabbed you. The thing about these young-old people that call themselves immortals is they are *always* armed.

So, Methos decided to make these young ones remember why vampires don’t mess with immortals, after all, he did it the first time as Death, and if the Slayer wonders a few months later why there are no vampires left in Sunnydale, well there is no way of proving someone killed them.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel's vessel/any, "I can't stand anything sweet anymore."

decay is sweet, too

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Jimmy didn't notice at first.

At the time Jimmy was too busy worrying about Amelia and Claire and the nightmares that had him waking every night, clawing at his own skin; making sure Ingvar ate at all in between his melancholy drunken stupors was about as much as Jimmy could manage.

So no, he didn't notice.

It's not like there was much to notice, even if he'd been paying attention. Ingvar never bought candy, but neither did Jimmy. Ingvar taking his coffee without sugar was perfectly normal. Wholegrain breads were healthier, and so a natural choice over white bread. The same went with choosing water over soda. And so on, and so forth.

It was not an obvious thing.

Not until Milwaukee, and the Incident.

Jimmy ordering for the both of them was the norm, Ingvar still uncomfortable with the language, so when Ingvar went off to find the diner's restroom, it was all business as usual. And when the waitress said that she made a mean cup of hot chocolate, smiling fondly at him, he'd been reminded by his mother, and of Claire, and the nostalgia had made him smile back and say, "Why not?" (Jimmy can't remember anymore if the chocolate was as good as she claimed, not with what happened afterwards.)

Ingvar came back from the restroom, looking tired but calm, and Jimmy figured he'd taken the opportunity to sneak a shot or two from his hipflask. (He didn't begrudge the man, most likely never will; he knows what it was like.)

Then, he sat down, picked up his cup, and expecting coffee, he took a sip.

A couple of minutes later, Jimmy had to steer a stiff, disoriented Ingvar out to the car before the cops arrived. He didn't think anyone had gotten seriously hurt, but people tend to frown on property damage as well, so either way, they were better off gone.

Ingvar didn't cry, not like Jimmy did (still does) when something made him feel like Castiel was still crawling underneath his skin. He just sat there, on the motel bed where Jimmy had placed him, staring at the wall with empty eyes. "He was taste," he said, slowly, English words awkward in his mouth. "Sweet, whole time. Sweet, sweet, sweet. But also... fire. Burned sugar. And... it was over all; I taste with my skin. Feel taste. See it. Hear it. Always, when he was inside." He shook his head a little, but didn't twitch away from Jimmy's hand when he placed it on the other man's shoulder; tentative, supportive. "I can not eat sweet anymore. Feels too much like him. I forget... I forget he is away from me."

And Jimmy understood that. Could relate. "I'll take more care," he said. They didn't do apologies, or softhearted consolation (not then, not now). Instead they had their lists of things they didn't do or mention, and made promises that the lists would be remembered.

"Yes, you will," Ingvar said softly, hand coming up to pat Jimmy's still resting on his shoulder. "And I shall leave light on."

"Yes, you will," Jimmy replied.

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Burt&Kurt, cooking lessons

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice,

And what about my fruit?
Is it still forbidden to you?
Who forbade it? I didn't.

Accept (PG, Het, Multifandom - X-Files, Pirates of the Caribbean, Life, Firefly, Mythology)

[vialethe]

Scully eats a lot of fruit these days, now that she has her appetite back, and watching her over the desk as she bites into a green apple, Mulder wishes, not for the first time, that she wasn't with him, that she was somewhere safe where aliens and monsters never entered into things.

“Mulder?” she asks suspiciously, noticing his scrutiny.

“You shouldn't be here, Scully. You deserve more.”

“Don't be ridiculous,” she says, grasping his fingers for a second, hers warm and sticky with juice, and bites into her apple again, the snap loud in their silence.

***

“Brought you a present, love,” says a familiar voice, long fingers decorated with silver waving an orange before her eyes with a flourish.

“You shouldn't bring me gifts, Jack,” Elizabeth says coolly. “It isn't appropriate.”

“Isn't it?” he asks, his fingers brushing hers as she tries to take it. “In that case, I'll keep it for myself.” A small sound of protest escapes her, and he leans over her chair, dark-rimmed eyes meeting hers. “Though possibly I might be persuaded to share.”

They taste, together, tart and sharp and sweet, not a trace of sour.

***

Dani's not entirely sure how she ended up in Charlie's kitchen, eating plums, but she is sure it's been a hard day and she needs to feel alive, and the juice running down his fingers is a lot more appealing than the fruit in her hand.

“Reese,” he says, sounding a little breathless, probably because she's got his fingertip in her mouth, “we shouldn't.”

“Who says?” she asks him, pausing, staring at him levelly. “Life's too short, Crews.”

Charlie never needs to consider things for long, and, “We definitely should,” is the end of that discussion, but there's going to be another one later about just why he's brought the plums along.

***

Watching Simon and Kaylee feed each other strawberries, River catches a thought, red and unexpected and very welcome, and moves to meet it.

“I know what you're thinking,” she says, leaning into Mal. “Yes, I like strawberries too.” He starts, looking down on her, and she captures his hand and shakes her head. “You're the only one who thinks it's wrong. Not me.”

She expects protests, but her Captain's always been a surprising man. “Meet you in your bunk in ten minutes then, darlin'?” he says, low and warm.

While she waits, Serenity blooms around her.

***

Persephone touches his face, her fingers stained dark with juice, marking him in vivid streaks, vibrant life to his death.

Pale flowers bloom around her feet, a soft glow in darkness, as she rises on her toes to whisper in his ear, “This I choose.”

Life is not forbidden.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves/Bertie, "This, Jeeves, is the pinnacle of human achievement. A true marvel." "...It's ice cream, sir."

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam and Dean + Bobby, on top of the wall coming down, Sam gets food poisoning.

[tigriswolf]

White Collar/Chuck/any vampire 'verse, Bryce&Neal as twins, they taste the same

Mini Fill (Sorry this is so short, dear!) WC/Chuck/Angel, Neal/Bryce/Angelus, PG

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

He knows he's being greedy. Darla's cross with him; she doesn't like it when he keeps pets. He doesn't give her enough attention when he's got one, she says, and now he has two.

"You're only doing this to annoy me," she accuses. "There's no sense in keeping them both. They are identical. They even taste the same!"

"Aye, they do." Angelus was pleased to discover it. He's always discovering something new about his boys. Greedy or not, he's not giving them up. Let Darla be cross. She'll come around. "Ya can never have too much of a good thing," he says.

There'll be no arguing with that. Who is Darla to speak against a bit of hedonism - she practically wrote the book on the subject. And she taught him everything she knows.

"You'd better not spend all night playing with them again or-"

Angelus kisses her. Twirls her about the room. He loves it when she lets him win.

"We'll play together. You'll enjoy them. You'll see," he promises.

And they do. Darla enjoys herself so much she doesn't even break his toys in the process.

Angelus is proud. His boys are sturdy. That's good.

They'll need to be.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, "Alcohol is a food now."

[tigriswolf]

Inception/White Collar/RED, Neal&Arthur as Frank's twin sons (Eames/Arthur & Neal/Peter(/Elizabeth)), one of the boys can cook. The other? Not so much.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, compared to Castiel, Gabriel and Sam his eating habits are the most human ones

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs, Ducky finds coffee in his blood

Not a fill, but...

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

I'm severely tempted to do a vampire AU with this prompt now. *grin*

[synnerxx.livejournal.com]

Sons Of Anarchy, Chibs/Tig, It's surprising, but Tig is actually a pretty good cook.

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Daniel/Cameron, having Mom's apple pie for the first time

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, "Well, it looked like food..."

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, "Well, it looked like food..."

[sg-wonderland.livejournal.com]

"My neck does not look like any food imaginable." Daniel scowled as he shaved the next morning. "Janet's gonna kill you."

Jack stuck his head out of the shower. "I'm not afraid of her."

"Well, I am. And I'm going to have to wear a turtleneck under my uniform!"

"Wear the navy blue one." Jack advised.

"Why?" Daniel eyed the shower curtain suspiciously.

"No reason," came the casual reply.

"Hmm." Daniel wiped the remainder of the foam and turned for the door when a long arm snaked out of the shower, grabbed him and jerked him under the spray. "Jack!"

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Yami no Matsuei, Gabriel + Tsuzuki, ... and then there were sweets!

No fic yet...

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Operating word is "yet": This prompt is priceless! Will write when I get two brain cells to rub together

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Stiles/Any,
"I'm hungry..."
"Again?!

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, Turin/Beleg, Lembas

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; God /or& Death; junkfood.

[pat-san.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel, Max/Alec, After all he did always like his junk food.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, He's growing a ton of carrots

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13, Claudia, No food or Drink in the warehouse

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Evan makes the perfect dinner plate

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Eureka, Deputy Andy 2.0, Trying out chocolate

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

The Dead Zone (tv), Bruce +or/ Johnny, Home-cooked meal

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker, Chocolate is the best