Recipe For Life – A No Reservations RebelCaptain AU

“I wish there was a cookbook for life, you know? Recipes telling us exactly what to do.”

“You know better than anyone, it’s the recipes you create yourself that are the best.”

Jyn Erso has dedicated her entire life to her position as head chef at Alliance Restaurant, an upscale Manhattan restaurant. Her entire world is flipped upside down when her only sister is killed in a tragic car accident, leaving her ten-year-old niece, Rey, in her custody. While Jyn struggles to learn how to parent a grieving child, restaurant owner Davits Draven brings in a Mexican-trained chef, Cassian Andor, to run the kitchen in her absence. 

But Cassian, whose eccentric styles and fun loving attitudes, completely changes the tone of Jyn’s tightly controlled kitchen, leaving Jyn to suspect he wants nothing more than to take over the job she has spent her life working to secure. It isn’t until Cassian is able to bond with Rey in a way she had been unable to that she begins to welcome him both into her kitchen and into her life.


get to know me [5/5 movies]: no reservations (2007)

I wish there was a cookbook for life, you know? Recipes telling us exactly what to do. I know, I know, you’re gonna say “How else will you learn, Kate.”

Hmm. No, actually I wasn’t going to say that. You want to guess again?

No, no, go ahead.

Well what I was going to say was, you know better than anyone, it’s the recipes that you create yourself that are the best.

RebelCaptain RomCom

Alright, so I’ve been drafting my ideas for this, but I wanted some opinions from you all about a few details :)

My RomCom is No Reservations (which @rapidashpatronus informs me is the same plot as Mostly Martha, though I’ve never seen that one!). If you don’t know the story, it’s about a very competitive chef in NYC whose sister dies, leaving her niece in her care. She’s been very career focused (not really having any time for personal relationships of any kind, really) so though she loves her niece, she really has no idea what she’s doing. To continue turning her entire world on its head, after taking time off work to mourn/spend some time with her niece, she returns to her kitchen (AKA her entire life) to find another chef working in her place. He’s a huge fan of her work, but she is not having him in her kitchen. Like, at all.

So, naturally, I think that’ll translate into RebelCaptain pretty well! I mainly need one thing before I can truly get started:

I want to use a Sequel Trilogy character for her niece, so I’m debating between Rey and Poe Dameron. For Rey I get to make her parents whoever I want (but it’ll likely be an OC), but for Poe, I’ll get to throw the Kes Dameron and Shara Bey (whom I love) in the story. I think either will work, but I’m curious which one you think fits better!

ashadeofpemberley  asked:

NoReservations!Gold- What do you think about your son and Emma Swan's relationship?

Belle groaned, running a hand over her face. Beside her, Gold hummed. His arms were wrapped around her, his lips still roaming over her neck. Honestly, his stamina was surprising.

“What is it, dearie?” He asked, bringing her closer, curling around her protectively on the bed.

Belle smiled, her hand coming up to play with the tie still around his neck, the only article of fabric between them.

“I’m hoping we didn’t scar Neal and Emma too badly.” She admitted.

“Not any worse than the theatre usher in sure.”

“That was your fault!” Belle said, her cheeks going red. “You didn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“It was a boring movie, love can you blame me?”

Belle rolled her eyes. “Really though. The knight and princess need to be together.”

Gold chuckled. “The what?”

“Just another parallel from the book.” Belle snuggled closer, tucking her chin under his chin. Her body still aced deliciously, and fatigue was finally catching up to her. “Still, the date seemed to go well. The spaghetti looked like it had long been cold.”

Gold hummed, unable to help the smile that came to his lips. “Perhaps both of us have a weakness for princesses.”

Belle giggled, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I’m not a princess. Haven’t you been paying attention? I’m a maid.”

A rumble of a true laugh came from Gold. His son was back. He had a beautiful woman in his arms and in his bed. He was fairly certain he loved her. And his son was finding love as well.

“I’m happy for him.” Gold said. “And so proud. You have no idea, Belle…”

Belle blinked, feeling his hands begin to tremble on her. She reached up to run her fingers through his hair and brought their lips together.

“Easy, sweetheart.” She soothed. “I’m so happy for you.”

Gold had to bite his tongue to stop the words from slipping out. It was still too soon. They hadn’t even finished the book yet.

“Will you stay tonight?” Gold asked. “I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“You don’t have to tempt me with breakfast, but I love that you do.” Belle gave a giggle. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, dearie.” He said, kissing her hair as she settled back in his arms. “Perhaps tomorrow I’ll do the reading.” Belle hummed. “And tomorrow night we can go out and have a proper dinner.”

Belle nestled closer to him with another hum. She mumbled something intelligible.

“What was that?” Gold whispered.

“Read…Love…your voice. Love…you…”

Gold’s body went rigid. Perhaps he misheard. But he couldn’t have. He shook his head, pushing the ever-present destructive thoughts away. Tomorrow it would be a dream, and he could take her out and wine and dine her as she deserved. He’d prove himself then. After all, he couldn’t be out-done by his own son now could he?


So: Because the barrage of inanity from the outside world ceases not, I’ve been trying to disconnect by having cooking shows on my second monitor while I do my work. I’m glad that someone uploaded full episodes of Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations to YouTube, because as far as food shows go, it’s one of my favorites.

This is the episode where Bourdain & Co. are in Beirut right as the 2006 Lebanon War starts. They make plans to leave, but before they do, Anthony pops into the kitchen of his hotel to make food for his crew. As he does the prep work, he says this (in a voice over):

“Little things save your life, or at least your sanity.”

I think that quote’s pretty poignant these days.

anonymous asked:

Papafire: “Ah, it was all my fault. Wasn’t it?”

(( No Reservations ‘verse because they need some love in that verse!! ))

Gold swallowed, his thumb still running over the book. The last book. The book that he and Belle had been reading. The book Baelfire had just informed him how it ended.

“Ah, it was all my fault wasn’t it?”

Baelfire ran his fingers through his hair. He wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He wondered not for the first time if it was right to reflect his past so in his books. Then again, he wasn’t expecting to want to go home because of them either.

“Yeah.” He finally said, because the part inside of him that still resented his father needed to say it.

Even now, he could still see himself as a boy sitting in the living room. Alone after dinner, father toiling away in his study, a room he was never welcome in, with Monopoly still unopened on the table. The promise of “Later tonight. Tomorrow, Bae. I promise.” still hung between them. He never remembered playing a proper game with him.

Gold remained silent for a long while before he finally leaned forward, setting the book on the coffee table. His eyes searched it, wondering if the library would notice it’s missing, trying to find ways to keep Belle and he from never getting to the end. Truly, this would only show her what a beast he was. How much of one he’d been to his own son.

“I’m sorry.” Gold finally said. “I never meant to abandon you, Bae…”

Baelfire frowned. “It felt like it. Mom left and you were always working. I felt like I didn’t matter.”

“No, son. I was only trying to work hard so I could support you. Get the best for you.”

“I didn’t WANT the best.” Baelfire snapped. “I wanted my papa. And he couldn’t even be bothered to play a game of Monopoly with me.”

Gold swallowed, unable to hold Baelfire’s gaze for long before he looked away.

“I only needed a little more time.” Gold said. “And I was making a few more deals. Then we could–”

“That’s just it. There wasn’t a we. There was a you. You tiled away over your numbers and shop and deals and left me out. You chose that over me.”

“It was all FOR you.”

“This?” Baelfire gestured around to the too-large victorian house and the array of knick-knacks. “Wasn’t for me. This was intimidation.”

Gold winced. That was true. He’d always been fond of power and adored the iron fist that he ran Storybrooke with. No one dared cross him, which meant no one dared cross his family. Baelfire was protected. Well taken care of. But in trying to provide for his son he’d only pushed him away.

“I was only trying to take care of you, Bae.”

“I know but…Did you even know my favorite color? Or animal? Or any of my favorite movies? You only came to one soccer game. And the other kids were too afraid of you to let me come over to their place. Do you have any idea what that was like?”

Gold only shook his head. “I’m sorry Bae.”

“I know.”

Silence hung between them. They still weren’t okay. But they were talking and Baelfire considered that progress. Still, he sighed, standing to grab his jacket. The house held too many memories of quiet dinners and empty promises. Promises Baelfire didn’t even know if his dad intended to keep.

“Bae.” Gold called before he could get to the door the book was back in his hands, and he seemed to be clinging to it. “You don’t really wish that…that I’d died, did you.”

Baelfire winced, and it was his turn to avoid his father’s gaze. It fell to the book. He didn’t regret writing them. Not at all. But he did hope the ending were different.

“At the time of writing?” Gold only nodded, and Baelfire’s chest gave a pang.

He walked out the door and down the street, giving his father the space they both needed before they could mess anything else up.

Send a sentence and a ship or a verse!!
Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.
—  Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations