I'll tell you what I'd like to see...

[madmaninabox]

it's the
Throne of Shadows KINK MEME!!!

Here's how it go:
1) Come up with a shippy idea you'd like to see. A pairing (or OT3, or OT4, etc), and a prompt (like a word, a phrase, a picture, a kink/set of kinks, or even a specific scenario).
2) POST DAT. It's fun to go anon so nobody knows who posted the prompt, but posting logged in is cool too.
3) LOOK AT OTHER PEOPLE'S IDEAS AND THEN WRITE ONE. See what prompts ping you and let the words flow. The rating can be anything from G to XXX (this may be called the kink meme, but it doesn't have to be dirty), the word count is limited only by your inspiration. Post your fic as a reply to the prompt!
4) Rejoice in shippy, ficcy goodness!

SUPPLEMENTAL ROOLS:
!! If your fic contains smut and/or any common triggers, please warn!
!! There will be a thread at the top of the comments for people to opt their characters out of this meme. Please respect their requests.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Zoey/Angel/Sulu. Visions, missions and ménage à trois.

[(Anonymous)]

Like it was in a dream.

Because it was a dream.

The flashes of information would not come in clearly. Just bits and pieces, fragments of conversation. Sulu's voice full of humor and fondly mocking. "That does not make you the 'James Bond', if anything I'm the 'Bond' of this group." and Angel's response was lost in the haze of a fading scene. She tried to warn them.

There was danger all around them.

No matter how hard Zoey tried, she couldn't make them listen. Bonds? Really? If anything they were more like a couple of Maxwell Smarts and the universe wasn't sure on how to handle that.

She watched them stumble into the trap. There was no way out. When Zoey sat up, gasping for air and reaching for them. She knew she had to warn them before her vision became reality.

Maybe she would just tempt them into staying bed with her for the rest of the day. That was one way to solve the problem.