BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD
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yurishippingolympicsIn this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!
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PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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PROMPT: TEAM OC
Date: 2025-06-30 12:07 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-02 09:22 pm (UTC)fill cam be found here: https://discord.com/channels/1121683344661430415/1378389505379143740/1390080110400507974
FILL: TEAM ROSEMARY
Date: 2025-07-03 05:16 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM HORROR
Date: 2025-07-06 06:14 pm (UTC)Rating: Mature
Archive Warning(s): Graphic Depictions of Violence
Fandom: The Hotel Podcast
Relationship: The Bellhop/The Manager
Summary: The Lady of the House hungers. The Parlour Maid tempts.
Filled here on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67221646
Re: PROMPT: TEAM OC
Date: 2025-07-12 03:36 pm (UTC)No really!
It was months since she was outed to her community, and ever since then every single doubt of hers had been squashed, by Peter, By Martha, By the pastor and the butcher and the damn tanner. Everyone in this small town in upstate New York has given her more than she could ever ask for. Taking her recent case of vampirism in stride, even asking to help her with her feedings , a request she very much denied, acceptance or not such help would only put them in further danger.
Either way the month following had left Grace Norris with an air of safety so thick she could choke about it. It's like everything was lighter.
Well not everything,
She still didn’t tell them about the killing, why there was a sudden lack of race riots or threats posed from the other side of the track.
She didn’t hear about what brought her and Peter to New York in the first place, though that was only kept secret because it was useless to tell. Even if the people here have never been further south than D.C , what happened to people like Grace beyond the Mason Dixon line was a well known fact. Fact that neither party wished to rehash.
But most importantly she didn’t tell them about Martha .
Martha and Grace hadn't always been on the best of terms. I mean it was only a few months ago that she had a stake pointed at her heart by the very same woman. But recently they had grown ever closer leading to this current predicament.
You see as a vampire it wasn't usual for Grace to get caught staring , it just that in most cases it the reason for doing so was obvious, blood sliding down someone's veins, cuts or scrapes running down their bodies, or in one embarrassing instance, a nosebleed from a kick to the head.
But in this case the reasons were less clear. And the places where her eyes lead her are…diffrent.
Instead of thorn induced cuts or blood losses due to livestock, Grace was drawn to her eyes.
The color of them, anyway.
And not just that. Grace kept finding herself staring at the brown of Martha’s eyes, the plumpness of her lips, her neck, her shoulders and
Well any lower and it would just be embarrassing.
All of this confused Grace dearly. Leading her to only one solution.
She needed to avoid Martha with all that she had in her.
There was just one problem.
It was dawn
And there's no nowhere else where she could go
It was currently 4.45 and the sun began to rise while Grace Norris was firmly in her bed.
Although the trouble that her skin has with the sun is lessened somewhat through the use of parrisols and bonnets, Grace would prefer if her life was placed on the hope of her hat withstanding a stiff breeze. So in the house she stayed, where her only concern would be her next meal.
That very hunger became a vice around her neck. Not helped by the fact that at 4.45 am on the dot, she heard the tall sign of shuffling and singing.
Martha was up.
—-
The plan was simple
All Grace would do was sneak in the kitchen, steal some, poor butchered pork that was left in the root cellar and sneak back up just in time for no one to notice a thing.
How was she supposed to know that Martha was fixing breakfast?
Now here she was, bloody roast across the counter desperately trying to avoid Martha's gaze as she started on biscuits.
After a few minutes of this the plate of ram meat slid across the counter
Grace looked up to see Martha, a wary smile on her face and was rewarded with one intern.
she wanted to ask so much
How could you still forgive me, still look at me
After what I’ve done
After what I feel
But she’ll take what she can
She’ll take what she must
Even if it’s nothing but a quiet morning