fic: it all burns cold
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puchuupoetTitle: it all burns cold
Author: Puchuupoet
Pairing: Lucifer/Marcel (SPN/Top Chef S2)
Word Count: ~390
Rating: PG
Heads-up: crack crossover, unbeta'd
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, completely fictional.
Notes: I completely blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cecilylee for sticking this pairing in my head. IDEK.
Marcel is getting annoyed at the whole damn thing. The kitchen is his domain, the best chefs ever to have lived and died and sinned along the way are at his beck and call, and he's been making the most of their talent. Until now.
Apparently the great chefs of old can't appreciate a good foam. They don't say anything as they bustle around him, preparing the lobsters, the steak, the various side dishes. But Marcel can feel their eyes on him and he squeezes the canister too hard, the coconut foam spraying out over the plate with a sputter.
The usual din of the kitchen starts to quiet, but Marcel only raises his head when he feels the cool air hit his face. A moment later, and Lucifer slings an arm around Marcel's neck.
"Whatcha making there, buddy?"
Marcel can't stop the shiver that runs down his spine when Lucifer's breath hits his neck. "It's, uh, a chocolate chipoltle dessert. With coconut foam."
Lucifer leans in closer, nuzzling at Marcel's neck as he peers at the mess on the counter. "Is that supposed to be the foam?" He asks, reaching out to scoop a fingerful of the soupy liquid into his mouth.
"Yes." Marcel lets himself lean back a little, can feel Lucifer's arm supporting him and he tries not to feel so stupid about letting the foam get to him this much.
"Here." Lucifer's mouth is pressed against Marcel's neck, the word muffled and warm against his skin, and he watches as Lucifer reaches towards the foam canister. There's a sharp crackle when Lucifer's hand rests over it, fingers spreading out and Marcel can see the ice crystals starting to form inside.
"Let me know if you need anything heated up." Lucifer's voice is low and raspy, tongue quick against Marcel's earlobe and he can feel his body shudder at the touch.
Lucifer just chuckles at him, pulling away and heading towards the doorway. "Can't wait to taste it," he calls out over his shoulder at Marcel. "If you're able to get it up in time for tonight." He leaves the kitchen with a wink, a murmur of laughter rolling through the kitchen.
Marcel stared at the swinging doors for a moment before turning back towards the counter. Fuck him. This was going to be awesome foam.
Author: Puchuupoet
Pairing: Lucifer/Marcel (SPN/Top Chef S2)
Word Count: ~390
Rating: PG
Heads-up: crack crossover, unbeta'd
Disclaimer: Not mine, never happened, completely fictional.
Notes: I completely blame
cecilylee for sticking this pairing in my head. IDEK.Marcel is getting annoyed at the whole damn thing. The kitchen is his domain, the best chefs ever to have lived and died and sinned along the way are at his beck and call, and he's been making the most of their talent. Until now.
Apparently the great chefs of old can't appreciate a good foam. They don't say anything as they bustle around him, preparing the lobsters, the steak, the various side dishes. But Marcel can feel their eyes on him and he squeezes the canister too hard, the coconut foam spraying out over the plate with a sputter.
The usual din of the kitchen starts to quiet, but Marcel only raises his head when he feels the cool air hit his face. A moment later, and Lucifer slings an arm around Marcel's neck.
"Whatcha making there, buddy?"
Marcel can't stop the shiver that runs down his spine when Lucifer's breath hits his neck. "It's, uh, a chocolate chipoltle dessert. With coconut foam."
Lucifer leans in closer, nuzzling at Marcel's neck as he peers at the mess on the counter. "Is that supposed to be the foam?" He asks, reaching out to scoop a fingerful of the soupy liquid into his mouth.
"Yes." Marcel lets himself lean back a little, can feel Lucifer's arm supporting him and he tries not to feel so stupid about letting the foam get to him this much.
"Here." Lucifer's mouth is pressed against Marcel's neck, the word muffled and warm against his skin, and he watches as Lucifer reaches towards the foam canister. There's a sharp crackle when Lucifer's hand rests over it, fingers spreading out and Marcel can see the ice crystals starting to form inside.
"Let me know if you need anything heated up." Lucifer's voice is low and raspy, tongue quick against Marcel's earlobe and he can feel his body shudder at the touch.
Lucifer just chuckles at him, pulling away and heading towards the doorway. "Can't wait to taste it," he calls out over his shoulder at Marcel. "If you're able to get it up in time for tonight." He leaves the kitchen with a wink, a murmur of laughter rolling through the kitchen.
Marcel stared at the swinging doors for a moment before turning back towards the counter. Fuck him. This was going to be awesome foam.
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Date: 2010-08-24 05:31 am (UTC)I can totally imagine Lucifer being a...what do you call it? Conniseur? Whatever. I CAN IMAGINE HIM EATING AWESOME FOOD AND DRINKING FINE WINES AND THEN FUCKING THE CHEF IN THE KITCHEN.
Ahem. Awesome. :P
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Date: 2010-08-24 05:44 am (UTC)AND I TOTALLY SEE THAT HAPPENING TOO :D
Heee, thank you bb ♥
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Date: 2010-08-24 07:21 am (UTC)Marcel is getting annoyed at the whole damn thing. The kitchen is his domain, the best chefs ever to have lived and died and sinned along the way are at his beck and call, and he's been making the most of their talent. Until now.
SDFKLSDFSDF I JUST WORT OF SQUEALED AT THIS ALL
MARCEL IN HELL
WITH HIS LITTLE HAIR AND WEIRD GRIN
I LOVE ALL THE LUCY
AND FOAM
AND
THEY'RE SO CUTE
I SHIP IT SO HARD
"Let me know if you need anything heated up." Lucifer's voice is low and raspy, tongue quick against Marcel's earlobe and he can feel his body shudder at the touch.
HELL
YES
TEMPERATURE EVERYWHERE UP IN THIS BITCH OMGOMG WAY TO MAKE IT HOT UP IN HERE LUCY
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ilu so hard
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Date: 2010-08-24 08:19 am (UTC)SERIOUSLY, AFTER WRITING THIS, I AM SO TEMPTED TO KEEP SHIPPING/WRITING THEM :D
ILU TOO BB
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Date: 2010-08-27 12:39 pm (UTC)OMFG I LOVE IT SO MUCH! I raised my eyebrow at the pairing and then snorted when the IDEK in it's cracktasticness.
THE FOAM! THE BITCHINESS! THE ACTUAL HOTNESS OF LUCIFER BASICALLY EARFUCKING MARCEL! dfjklszdfjbzds love it.
That last line made the whole thing too. Seriously.
I wanna show this to my friend who's a Marcel-freak and she doesn't even WATCH Supernatural.
PLEASE for the love of Lucy write a sequel?!
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Date: 2010-08-28 02:09 am (UTC)I do have a sequel in mind and ready to write ;)
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Date: 2010-08-28 01:41 am (UTC)OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD
Marcel, you douchecanoe, I knew there was something evil and supernatural about your asshatness.
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Date: 2010-08-28 02:21 am (UTC)Thank you :D
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Date: 2010-08-31 01:50 am (UTC)i luff this!!
:D
too. very. cool.
thanks for sharing the crack!
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Date: 2010-08-31 07:16 am (UTC)