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)]

Obi-Wan + Fleshlight. The gift that keeps giving.

[(Anonymous)]

"...Is it some sort of First Aid practice device? I'm not sure this part of a woman's anatomy is integral to her vital functions."

"It's not meant to enhance a woman's well-being." Siri looks absolutely smug.

"......" His face changes from confusion to a slightly withering look.

"I'd suggest you understand now."

"I'd suggest you have some sort of mental imbalance to pick up such a thing, much less present it as a gift."

"Hey, hey. On my last undercover assignment, one of those saved my life."

He only lifts an eyebrow at her, unconvinced.

"Okay, it saved my dignity."

"Close enough." He hands it back. "You might want to hold onto it then. In case you once again come under threat."

She leans forward conspiratorially. "Listen: I won't tell anyone, if you decide you want to keep it."

"Certainly not!"

"Okay, okay. It's because I'd know, isn't it? How about I leave it in one of the botanical..."

"Get out."

"I won't go look later to see if it's gone. And even if it is, that doesn't mean you..."

"Get out."

She holds up her hands. "Okay, okay. But it might just happen to be left around somewhere, if you happen to stumble across it."

"Out."

She smirks and departs. He suspects he hasn't seen the last of the blasted thing.