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Shipping Meme

Welcome to the ToS Shipping Meme! The rules are simple.

1. Post your character/preferences.
2. Reply to other characters with one of the following scenarios
3. Ship it!

Remember, this is just a fun meme so you can ship things that would NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY in game. Yay for no in-character consequences to bad decisions.

SCENARIOS
1. Stupid Cupid Your characters stumble upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Berkano, which is the rune of love and new beginnings. Think Midsummer Night's Dream. Your characters may be close friends, strangers, or sworn enemies. Whatever the case is, they are now suddenly and inexplicably in complete and total love. They may or may not be aware that this makes no sense, but they can't help themselves.

2. Some Like It Hot Forget love and new beginnings. Your characters have ACTUALLY stumbled upon a room in the temple that is dedicated to Kenaz, the rune of fire, passion, and sex. There's no stopping you, even if you tried. Luckily, the room is prepared for that, and comes equipped with a bed. Whether or not you guys make it that far across the room is another question.

3. I Can Hear The Bells Your characters are getting married. Maybe it's true love, maybe it's to get out of marrying Tristan, maybe you're being forced into it and this ship is a little dub-con, or maybe it's because you accidentally participated in some Nysgod ritual and weren't aware of its implications. Either way, the wedding is about to happen or just has. How do you feel about that?

4. I Don't Want To Go Your character has been determined to NOT be the one for Tristan. Whether or not they like it, they're being sent home. Do they choose to spend it with a close friend, with the one they love? Or maybe, do they decide to finally tell that person they've always had a crush on just how they feel? You only have one night left, what you do with it is up to you.

5. The First Time Your characters are interested in each other and it's time to do something about it. Either the first date, the first kiss, the first I love you....or some other significant first. Whatever it is, it's definitely time to take that step. So who's going to take the initiative?

6. The Morning After Your characters definitely went at it. Maybe it's the first time, maybe they're cheating on someone, maybe it was out of anger. Whatever the case, for some reason, it was significant and you're going to have to talk about it. Good morning, Starshine! The earth says it's time for some cuddling and/or awkward conversation.

7. Potpourri Have another idea? Pregnancy, proposal, accidental body contact, trapped together, caught in the rain, hurt/comfort, etc? Go for it! Make your own scenarios up and run with them.

NOTE: Feel free to throw any mirrors into play if you're interested!

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He grins, pleased with her answer and with her spunk. His shirt is quickly shed and he's touching her again, a hand buried in her hair, tugging her head backward enough for him to dive in and bite at the side of her neck. His arm pulls her against him, his hips circling forward against her.

He had enough scars to occupy her hands, eager to suck and nip at every line on his body. He had lived a long life, just as long as hers. They had carried the weight of their mistakes on their shoulders, but could release in similar ways. With every roll of his hips, she tightened her legs around him, grinding against him eagerly. Neither needed breath, which worked out in their favor. She couldn't imagine stopping the kisses along his skin, there was no going back.

"Sounds like a hell o' a welcome back party." He spoke a wide grin at that, theres no ay his ego didn't puff up a bit at such words from the woman he loved. "I'll keep a bottle of Jameson and a bottle o' Cuervo 250 just to celebrate for when you return. Let them both age a bit." He added with a pleased look.

"Because she didn't tell me anything about my father, not a single word. Anytime I asked she told me to mind my business. If I'd known I was a demon maybe I'd o' not freaked out so badly...but then again I wouldn't'a had you so I can't even be upset 'bout it anymore." He added low before kissing her back he waited a long moment to break it before responding. "I'll make sure it's the best guy."

"The bride made me promise I'd wear a suit for the weddin' too. Pasha's a good friend. She's also a friend o' your sisters." He explained in case she didn't know. "I'm gonna hassle the groom in a few days since none o' her brothers are here to do it." He seemed amused by the idea before leaning in to kiss along her neck column. "What can I say, I think you look beautiful in dresses. I don't expect anything but gettin' to see you in such thin's is a beauty I love. Like a private gift and they look mighty good on the floor." he enjoyed her joking back.

"Together we're unbreakable."

"But they won't be too aged." She said, determined to make that a reality. "I don't care how many worlds I have to punch through. I will make it back here before too much time has passed and I will never leave you again." She smiled, glad that he was so confidant on her return.

"Did you ever think about finding your father? After you discovered you were a demon, I mean." She asked him.

"Nothing is more fun than hassling a potential beau. I had a lot of fun doing that to Diana's dates. Course, she didn't think too much of it. Still, at least you are looking out for Pasha. I am glad to see you protective of those you care about. It's a quality I love in you." She grinned, tilting her head to the side to give him better access. "Well, I do enjoy the many ways you put them on the floor."

[She nods seriously. She'd been learning all about personal space and the invitations to come into others' spaces.]

How do I know if someone wants me to kiss them? I'm guessing they won't always say it out loud.

The rumours were already flying, as rumours tended to do. Someone was going home, or multiple someones, or nobody was because there was bound to be another malfunction, or nobody was because it was all a horrible conspiracy. Not that the Doctor listened to rumours, oh no. That was an easy way to wind up in trouble.

He turned around just in time to see the bobbing bunch of blonde curls and taffeta leap in his direction, and then he was being kissed, which was sort of nice as far as surprises went but was still rather surprising.

His hands had finally decided to land on her shoulders by the time the kiss broke, and he grinned down at her with a face that was half genuine delight and half shock.

"And good evening to you!" he exclaimed, and the shock faded back into questioning. "At least, that sounded like what you were trying to say. Tell me if I've got it wrong."

"Aye, it's a bit o' fun I'd never otherwise get to have. Bein' an only child an' all." He admitted though he'd already given such a speech to Bert playfully anyway. Cordelia was important to him and he knew his friend wouldn't hurt her. "It sounds as much. She makes it sound as if you'd keep her forever a virginal sacrifice." He teased a little. "I'm protective o' all of those I count as me friends, it's a smaller number then most would expect but your right up towards the top." He chuckled against her neck more kisses spilled on the wet skin "What can I say, you inspire me."

"Well then clealry I'll have to pay more to buy the good aged stuff. I know you wont keep me waitin' but I'll be here waitin' for you as long as it takes. Then we'll spend a week in this bed then maybe talk to our friends." he spoke the words as a promise.

"He was long gone before I was even born, bitch ran off the moment he found out Ma was pregnant. If he couldn't stick by her he's not worth knowin'" His father was a royal asshole too. Doyle was better off without him.

"Well...my life would be easier if I could keep her that way. Some of the men she dated in the past were absolutely ghastly!" She said, her English accent slipping out. "But I think she'd stake me in my sleep and put my torpored body in a trunk before I could get away with it."

She grinned, "Am I near the top? I feel so included. I need all the help I can get." Nott laughed, holding him tightly. "Inspire you? How do I do that?"

"We'll talk to them after a week." She laughed, loving the idea of having a completely private week with Doyle. Time seemed to move much too quickly when she was with him. "Not like I haven't disappeared on Diana before." She shrugged.

"Fathers can be real bastards sometimes. The fact he left your mother is enough to show what kind of man he can be. You're better off."

"They can survive without us for a week, and if not well theres always the network if either o' us will be up to talkin'." He didn't bother to hide his context. He wanted to give her something to give her hope to keep going to come back to him. "You'll come back to us and we'll all be happy once more."

"Aye, I suppose they can. You know I don't give a shit that he abandoned me. Whatever a lot o' guys don't care to stick 'round and raise the miserable bastards they spawn. Least he could o' done was properly broke if off with Ma, he never told her goodbye, just left in the middle o' the night." He explained running a hand down her side. "I remember bein' small in Dublin and seein' her sitting in the window looking out across the city with this sadness in her eyes. I never understood it till I was much older." He knew his mother missed his father, but he hated the man... demon. "I was, she and my aunt Judy did the best they could to make sure I turned out a decent kind o' guy." He could be a real gentlemen and othertimes the street hustler shined through.

"Well a bad relationship is kind o' a right o' passage love. You can't love someone proper till you've had your heart ripped out at least once." He spoke those wise words that randomly came from someone who seemed too young to have such wisdom. He grinned like an idiot when the accent slipped. He thought it was absolutely stunning on her. "I'd not allow that to happen." He replied softly "And if it became an issue I'd say we just share a bed and then she can't attack without me knowin'." Not that he thought Diana would it was just his way of saying he wouldn't mind sharing his space with her.

"Damn right you are." He spoke in a playful tone. "My lady love is right up at the top where she should be." He leaned to brush his lips against hers. "You give me all kinds o' little ideas just by bein' near. Don't you know this foul mind o' mines almost always in the gutter when I'm 'round you. What can I say."

"If we can even remember where we put that ear piece." She grinned, feeling as snarky as he was. Even thinking about coming back to him was enough for her to become inappropriate. One of the guys, as always. "I will, I promise I will."

She nodded, "She might have missed him, but I would bet that she loved having you in her life. It probably made it all worth it in the end."

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"I guess so. And maybe you'll be the good influence I need to cut her some slack." Nott said, already feeling calmer with him near her. She grinned, the suggestion said so casually, but put forth in such a clever and sweet way. "Well, maybe it would be better if I stayed with you. If only so I can find my way home now on when I get drunk."

She tipped her head back, kissing him deeply. "Lucky for you, I am just as dirty as you are. A perfect match in every way."

"I hope we don't" He leaned smiled at the idea. He wanted to leave her with those images and he did so love how easily he could say these things to her and her not get offended. It was just a wonderful feeling to be that comfortable with her, someone he could love and charish and still take out to the bar and have his back in a brawl. "And I promise I'll be here waiting my beloved."

"I never doubted that, but I know I hurt her a lot. " He didn't want to think of how she would have reacted to the news of his death... "Either way she's a grand woman, you'll love her."

"She might feel releived at that." He spoke before nodding a bit "I'd like that, we can stumble home together." He added with a bit of teasing because really they did tend to get tore up a lot. And if she was there maybe he wouldn't pass out in his dirty clothes pile on the floor so often. "Id be more fun that way I think."

"A prefect match indeed." He repeated before giving into the kiss pulling her a little harder against him as the rain started to ease up.

"You realize our place would be an absolute sty." His first visit to her rooms had made that much clear. Neither were big cleaners. It was likely going to take Diana's coaxing for them to even make an effort. "Home," she repeated, liking the sound of it. She hadn't had a real home in a long time. It would be a nice change.

She glanced up at the rain with a frown, disapproving of its slowing. "I guess we better be going soon." She sighed.

She cuddled against him, placing her head on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. "Knowing you are waiting for me, it gives me hope." Nott said, stroking his arm lightly. It had been so long since she felt any sort of comfort and safety in the arms of another. He could bring out her playful side, her rough side and the tenderness in her. He was a perfect match in every way.

"I look forward to meeting her." Even if it was at the cost of Doyle for some time. "This will be the first time in a long while that I meet a mother."

"Let that hope fuel your journey." He spoke softly running his fingers through her hair. "I'll let you to take my jacket with you want." He normally never let it go but she was too important to him to not offer her something. He loved everything about her and oh how he'd miss her while she was away.

"Incase she thinks your full of shit." He took her hand to move one of her fingers to the tiny scar on his forehead. "Tell her you know where this came from. We lied to everyone for years, hell I still do." He had likely told people in front of her that it was from a bar fight. "I tripped over one of her shoes, when I was six and busted my face on the coffee table. She cried for days thinkin' it was her fault." She'd not be able to deny the woman was important to him to know such a thing. "I never even told HArry that." He thought she'd want to know that tidbit too. "You'll do fine."

"I have this," she held up her finger with his ring on it. Suddenly, she sat up and removed a pendant from around her neck. It was a small silver necklace with an emerald at its center. She placed it in his hand, curling his fingers around it. "I was given that by my father when I was a little girl. I haven't been without it since then. I give it to you now, to carry with you."

She kissed his scar gently, tears fell from her eyes again, touched by the revelation and the knowledge that so few knew it. "Thank you." She whispered to him. "Thank you for everything you have given me and the promise of what is to come."

He shrugged a bit "If it gets a strange smell I can neat the place up a bit." He didn't even seemed phased by it, he was used to a mess but he could be domestic when he needed to be. His issue was the clothes and beer bottles more then anything without those his room wasn't really in that abd of shape, he throws most of the cigarette butts out the window anyway. "Aye, home, our home you know until Princey makes us move again to another city. Then we'll have a new home."

"Who says we have to go?"

"Oh that's right," Nott said with a cheeky grin. "We're both potential spouses to prince charming." She chucked at the thought of either of them a princess. "So does that mean I should practice my curtsy?" She dipped on, fluttering her hand as though it were a fan. "Oh your majesty!"

She pressed the back of her hand to her brow. "Just think, a prince may come to sweep one of us away!"

He held his hand closed with hers moving to kiss her knuckles through the embrace. "I'll wear it till your return so I don't ever lose it." He didn't care if it wasn't a manly look. He'd do it for her he loved her and something that special. "We'll have each other with us till we find one another again."

He reached out with the other hand to brush the year away. "No tears, only happiness." He muttered low "Your welcome, it's the least I can do for the love o' me life."

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