Saint Jude’s Kitchen
Romance short. After an injury stops him working, a failing deckhand gets a new lease on life.
20k, rated M, cis M/M romance and light comedy! Themes around cooking and nurturing, identity and sense of self, and complex family dynamics. Adapted from a TweetFic.
Content warnings for emotional abuse and implied physical abuse, some racial microaggressions, severe social anxiety, self-esteem issues. There’s food kink and feeding kink throughout, with weight gain referenced as a part of that, but the tone is more about food as a manifestation of nurturing and love rather than being about weight gain or feeding itself as a fetish.
It was Jude’s ninth day in a row drinking in the Marlin.
His leg hurt, naturally, and it was going to naturally hurt for fucking months. There was a half-completed sudoku open on the page in front of him, but whatever fucking internet article said that sudokus were good if you were bored and had a broken leg was full of fucking shit. He’d gone through a third of the book so far, and he was pretty sure he’d filled out a lot of them wrong.
He was no good at sudokus, it turned out.
The Marlin was a Scottish-owned pub, but he wasn’t the only American in it, at least — he liked Philipsburg, most of the…
