yurishippingolympics | BONUS ROUND 4

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BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!

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A la mode

Frybread

Catch of the day

Fandom: Original Work
Ship: OC/OC
Words: 924

There was something new at the fish market.

Minali had only come to pick up something fresh for dinner like she always did. She wasn’t the type to be squeamish around fish, always ate the heads, not like her brother who whined about the eyes. She’d just never seen one stare back at her with a human face.

The mermaid eyed her with an icy glare, huddled up with the end of her tail hanging out of a basin much too small for her. The tail fin was torn up, almost shredded, though the injury didn’t look recent. Silvery scales covered her body up to her collarbone and hands–zip-tied together by the wrists. A sign emblazoned with Catch of the day! hung above her.

She’d never seen a mermaid in real life before, and certainly had never seen one at her local market.

“Interested?” the fishmonger, not one she had bought from before, asked. “She’s a pretty penny, but you’re never gonna see something like this again.”

“Is selling mermaids legal?” she asked.

The fishmonger shrugged. “You a cop? There’s no way she survives the sea anyway. You see that fin. These things aren’t stupid, that’s why nobody ever catches ‘em. Probably only went for the bait because she couldn’t catch anything that could actually swim away. Throw her back and she’d die. Might as well make a sale if it’s the same either way.”

Minali was frozen to the spot, holding her basket of dinner close. There were people everywhere, many also taking an eye at the mermaid, though everyone seemed to be scared off by the price tag. But soon enough, someone would surely come along who wasn’t scared off.

An image wormed its way into Minali’s head against her will: this mermaid, on her kitchen counter, her smooth neck under her knife as a pan sizzled with oil on the stove.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head until the image faded.

“I’ll take her.” The words left her mouth before she could stop them.

Before she knew it, she’d blown half her rent money and had a mermaid sitting in a wagon sloshing with water, which the fishmonger threw in ‘on the house’. The mermaid bore her teeth, sharp things meant for tearing apart prey.

“Can you understand me?” she asked.

To her surprise, the mermaid gave a quick nod.

“I’m not going to eat you.” Better to get that out of the way immediately. “I’m Minali. Do you have a name?”

The mermaid’s glare softened just a bit, though she still looked reasonably wary. “Ee,” she squeaked, like a dolphin might’ve. Minali doubted she was physically capable of human speech, even if she understood it.

“It’s, um, it’s nice to meet you, Ee,” she stammered, pulling the wagon along. “Do you… wanna go back to the ocean? Or, like, a specific part? Or do you wanna go back to my place? Because the fishmonger said–”

Ee interrupted her ramble with a swing of her bound arms, a finger pointing straight toward the ocean, nearly visible on the horizon.

“Got it. Oh, let me take care of that. I’ll cut the tie away.” Minali dropped the wagon’s handle, pulling a pocketknife from her purse.

Ee hissed, pupils constricting to slits.

“I won’t hurt you!” Minali raised her hands up, though one still held the knife. “Just the tie! Honest! So you can use your hands!”

After a beat, Ee hesitantly offered her hands, her eyes never leaving the knife.

Minali couldn’t possibly imagine how terrified she must be. Abducted to what must have been akin to an alien planet, sold as food, able to understand every horrifying detail of her situation, but unable to communicate herself or get away.

She took the offering preciously. “Thank you for trusting me,” she said, her voice soft. Moving slow, she brought the knife to the zip tie, stepping back as soon as it snapped.

Ee just stared at her, no less wary.

“I’ll take you back to the ocean. Just like you asked.” Even if Ee would die, it would be on her own terms, at least. Hopefully, she would be comfortable. Maybe she would be surrounded by family. She couldn’t know.

She replaced the knife, took the wagon’s handle back up, and continued on. As she walked, Ee reached forward to grab the fish out of Minali’s basket. She did not protest, and the mermaid munched away, bones and all, until the basket was empty.

At least the market was close enough to the sea that she didn’t have to worry about loading a mermaid into her car. Minali pulled the wagon to the end of the dock, sweat beading down her face.

“We’re here,” she announced, just because she felt like she should say something. “Do you need help out of the wagon?”

For a second, Ee seemed to consider, then held out her hand.

The moment Minali grabbed it, it was like the whole world flipped upside down, the dock falling away under her. At first, she didn’t even realize what was happening. Not until she hit the water.

Ee grabbed her by the arms, holding them to her sides, and placed her teeth around Minali’s neck. She could feel every prick ready to tear her throat to shreds, and squeezed her eyes shut so at least she wouldn’t have to see.

The teeth stayed there, second after second, not breaking the skin, until Ee pulled away with a smirk.

I could eat you and I won’t.

Farm to table

cheesetrap

Fine dining

Edible gold

Ship: Tori x Hajime from Ensemble Stars (femstars/genderbent)
Word count: 418

“Happy anniversary!” Tori’s eyes sparkled as she revealed a cake with edible gold flakes on it.
Hajime was touched that Tori had prepared something to celebrate their one-month relationship but also gold? Was that real gold?

She was freaked out about it in silence, her thoughts in disarray. It seemed terribly expensive, much more than she could ever repay Tori for. It just made her think that she and Tori really were different. Tori was used to these kinds of luxuries and Hajime could never give that to her.

Tori had taken note of this silence and deflated. “You don’t like it?” It took a few more seconds as Tori looked at Hajime and then back to the cake. “Oh. Is it too much?” Tori set the cake down on the table and rushed to Hajime’s side. She clasped Hajime’s hands.

“Um, I just thought that– you mean a lot to me and I just wanted to show you that. A regular cake wasn’t enough!” Tori fumbled with her words. “Sorry…”

Hajime exhaled and held Tori’s hands tighter. “No, no. You don’t have to apologize. I feel the same.” She peered at the cake briefly before meeting Tori’s eyes again. “It just took me by surprise.” That was a bit of a white lie.

Tori frowned, likely realizing that. She held Hajime’s hands to her face and nuzzled them. “I really do like you, you know?”

“Me too.” There was a lot left unsaid but Hajime was too scared to say anything else right now. Not the extent of her feelings for Tori. How she was always jealous when Tori talked to others. How anxious she was that Tori wouldn’t like her when she realized that Hajime was not the sweet, kind angel that her idol reputation gave her. All of her insecurities.

Tori broke the silence. “Should I put the cake away?” she asked.

Hajime shook her head. “It’s a lovely cake. Let’s have a slice.” She pulled her hands away from Tori and found it endearing how Tori had a flash of disappointment in her eyes from the lost contact. Hajime reached for a knife at the kitchen counter to cut the cake.

“Happy one-month anniversary,” she said as she neatly sliced the cake. She placed a slice on a plate on the table between them along with two spoons. Tori gave her a bright smile and Hajime naturally smiled back as they both made indents in the slice with their spoons and took a bite.

Hell's Kitchen

Unlimited breadsticks

write something about a favourite cuisine (yours, or a character's!)

Wine pairing

Vanilla extract

Commodity foods

can never be full no matter how much one eats (metaphorical or literal); insatiable hunger, incurable hollowness, forever empty, impossible to fulfil, etc.

A bezoar is a mass of undigested material, such as hair

A picky eater x a culinary expert

Character A tries to make character B a fine meal, but fails, and they end up getting takeout instead

High school au: pizza party for their shared class

College au: character A goes to a meeting for character B's student organization for the free food

Modern long distance relationship au: both characters doordash Taco Bell at midnight and watch an episode of their favorite show together

The old Tumblr joke of (shoving breadsticks into purse) "I need to leave right now immediately"

drunken confession

fake date at a cafe for a couples discount

one partner wants mcdonalds but the other partner is boycotting mcdonalds and advises against it

someone whos been cooking meals since early childhood x someone who has never cooked anything other than microwave meals

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BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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