A Kinkmeme!

[phoenixfalls]

So I've been really struggling to write lately. It's gotten to be kind of painful, actually, where I am actively miserable every time I force myself to sit down and work on something. This sucks!

Under the theory that perhaps I am simply out of writing-shape, I have devised a plan. My goal is to write one ficlet (somewhere in the 200-400 word range, likely) every day for the month of June. But to do that, I need some help. I need LOTS and LOTS of prompts for inspiration. So I have decided to open my own personal kinkmeme!

The rules are simple. To leave a prompt, simply reply to this post. Put the fandom and character/relationship in the subject of the comment, and your prompt in the body. if I fill the prompt, I will do so in response to your comment! There is NO LIMIT to the number of prompts you can leave -- PLEASE leave me any and every prompt that pops into your head!

ANYTHING GOES, prompt-wise. Smut and kink are not only welcomed, but encouraged! No relationship or trope is off limits! Prompts can be a anything from a detailed scenario to a single word. (Keep in mind that I'm only going to write something ficlet-length though!) This whole post is going to be a Choose Not To Warn space; if you're concerned that something in your prompt may be upsetting to other people reading through, feel free to add a warning to the subject line, but I'm not going to require this.

I'd really get a kick out of this feeling like a true kink meme, which means I encourage any and all participation that you are moved to! Leave +1s on prompts that you want to see filled! Feel free to start discussions! Go off topic! And if you happen to be inspired to fill a prompt somebody else has left (or even one you left!) I will read delightedly!

And if you're feeling bashful about a particular prompt, I am enabling anonymous commenting. Please do leave me those prompts you desperately want written but don't want attached to your name! This is a judgement free zone (in general I try to maintain a judgement free zone? but here in particular I want to emphasize that!) so I would love to see (and perhaps write!) whatever kinky/dark/tooth-rottingly fluffy thing your id desires.

I am going to be bringing over the prompts I have left languishing in my tumblr inbox (with the prompters' permission of course! plus the anonymous ones) to get the ball rolling.

So without further adieu, these are all the fandoms I think I might be able to write ficlets in:

Fandoms

Books: Kushiel's Legacy by Jacqueline Carey; Palimpsest by Catherynne Valente; Vorkosigan Saga by Lois McMaster Bujold

Movies: Die Hard (1-4); Inception; Mad Max: Fury Road; Marvel Cinematic Universe (though I haven't seen Captain Marvel or Endgame yet); Skyfall; Star Wars (Sequel trilogy)

TV Shows: Criminal Minds; due South; FBI; Flashpoint; How to Get Away with Murder; Leverage; Person of Interest; Stargate Atlantis; Stargate SG1; Teen Wolf; Warehouse 13; White Collar

Sherlock Holmes Adaptions: 1994 Baker Street: Sherlock Holmes Returns; 221B Baker Towers; Bravestarr: Sherlock Holmes in the 23rd Century; Elementary; Herlock; My Dearly Beloved Detective

And we're off to the races!

Comments

Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[sanguinity]

A REAL chef could put both pineapple and anchovy on a pizza! (MAKE IT WORK)

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[phoenixfalls]

MEAN

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[phoenixfalls]

The crust was the key.

Caputo 00 flour, of course, and the starter that Eliot had been growing for nearly a decade now, through more countries than he could count (though Hardison could probably track that for him). His current favorite Tuscan olive oil, just enough sugar for proofing, and finely ground sea salt. The right application of muscle, time, and heat produced a thin crust with a fantastic bite and a subtly rich flavor to ground the monstrosity he was creating.

No sauce.

For the cheese, a base of fresh mozzarella, mild and creamy, then parmigiano-reggiano grated over the top for its nuttiness and depth.

And then all that was left was the horror. The toppings.

Oil-packed anchovies, already filleted. Eliot spread them with care, one long anchovy per slice of pizza. Eliot actually preferred a fishier brand for most of his recipes, liking the strong taste of the sea, but given what they were going to be paired with he opted for a brand that was milder, more simply salty tasting. He did not pat off the excess oil, counting on it to crisp the fish in the oven.

Then he got out his knife and attacked the pineapple.

Fresh. The only saving grace about this thing was going to be using a perfectly ripe, fresh, Maui Gold pineapple. Eliot made quick work of it, resulting in thin diced pieces. After a little experimentation, he settled on roasting the pineapple first, glazed with brown sugar, getting it richly caramelized, then adding it to the pizza. Sparingly.

But something was still missing. Sweet and salty and rich. . . it needed heat. It took Eliot weeks of taste testing to figure out which chili would serve the purpose best; none of his usual go-tos brought the right balance. Finally he settled on a datil pepper, roasted and minced and scattered under the cheese, its clean sweet taste and serious punch of heat absolutely perfect.

He timed it so that he was pulling the pizza out of the oven just as Parker and Hardison were coming home from the latest superhero movie. Eliot had begged off because he always had more fun watching them at home, with Hardison complaining about Hollywood's version of hacking, and Parker demonstrating that yes, people can bend that way, than he ever could watching in a dark theater surrounded by strangers. Also, there was a point to be proved.

Eliot did own a pizza cutter. But it was far more fun to point his knife at Hardison as they walked through the door, proclaim sternly "I am so a REAL chef," and then defiantly cut the pizza into six even pieces.

Hardison sniffed, eyes growing wide as he caught the briny, sweet notes in the air. It had been almost three months since he laid down the challenge, offhand, drinking beer and heckling the chefs on the food network, but Eliot could see the exact moment Hardison remembered.

"Hey, man, that wasn't meant as a slight or anything. . ."

Eliot glared. "I am."

Hardison held up his hands, starting to back away. He was really hung up on his idea that the anchovies were the gross part of the equation. Eliot had taken great joy in telling him that anchovies were the secret ingredient in Caesar dressing.

"Eliot, c'mon, you didn't have to prove anything. . ."

Parker, of course, broke the stalemate by squealing and jumping up on the counter to snag a piece. "Oooo, pizza!"

She bit in with relish -- Eliot loved watching her eat his food -- then closed her eyes in bliss. "Oh, yum."

Hardison's face was caught between wrinkling his nose and smiling fondly. It quickly switched to horror as Parker hopped back down off the counter and headed towards him with the pizza.

"Alec, you have to try this! It's so good!"

"Nah. . ."

Parker pouted as Hardison put his hands out to stop her. Then she got that glint in her eye, the one that Eliot knew meant she would have her way and they were better off just giving in now. She started to weave the pizza slice like an airplane, heading straight towards Hardison's mouth.

"Come on, Alec, just a bite! Just a teensy, little. . ."

Eliot buried his face in his hands to hide the laughter he couldn't suppress when it devolved into an all-out chase around the living room. Of course Parker won in the end, smushing the pizza in Hardison's face until he had to chew or choke, and only a chair and an end table got knocked over in the process, so Eliot would call that a win for hand-made, solid wood furniture.

"Hey, this is really good!" Eliot decided not to be offended by Hardison's obvious surprise, and instead basked in the smug satisfaction of being right.

But as he watched Parker and Hardison devour the pizza in what seemed like seconds, his smugness faded. They really liked it.

Which meant they were going to force him to make it again.

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[sanguinity]

YAY HOORAY! \o/ SPICY ANCHOVY PINEAPPLE PIZZA I'M GOING TO GO DOWN TO BRIDGEPORT TONIGHT AND ORDER SOME YESSIRREE I AM! (They are gonna put it on the menu after this, right?)

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[phoenixfalls]

(Over Eliot's strenuous objections, yes, of course.)

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[sanguinity]

HARDISON WINS AFTER ALL! HE WANTED ANCHOVY-PINEAPPLE PIZZA ON THE MENU, AND HE GOT ANCHOVY-PINEAPPLE PIZZA ON THE MENU!

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[enemyofperfect]

Aaaahhh this is amazing and I love it! So much culinary detail! The dramatic knife pointing! Eliot watching Parker eat his food! A win for hand-made furniture! Hardison hoist by his own challenge!

I'm so hungry for pizza now, too.

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[phoenixfalls]

I made myself pretty hungry while writing this, actually, though I will not be trying anchovy-pineapple pizza any time in the foreseeable future. :)

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[enemyofperfect]

While I found myself trying to come up with a vegetarian equivalent! Olive and pineapple, maybe?

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[phoenixfalls]

Hmmm. . . perhaps, with the right olive. Or capers, perhaps? (Are you vegetarian, then?)

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[enemyofperfect]

Ooh, capers! They might be just the thing!

I am a vegetarian! (Or a vegan, technically, but it's kind of sad to bring that up in the context of pizza. Most of the time I don't miss dairy, but there is definitely a cheese pizza shaped hole in my life.)

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[phoenixfalls]

Well, the cheese is probably the least important ingredient in this imaginary pizza. I suspect it would work nicely as a flatbread too! Add some finishing salt, maybe an herb like. . . thyme? I know rosemary is traditional with flatbread, but I think that would be too strong. . .

Re: Leverage, Alec/Eliot/Parker (or &, if you prefer)

[enemyofperfect]

OMG, that sounds delicious! :D