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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!

[ I totally stole the source code off the old one, so ALLLLLL credit goes to the mods.]

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The first time that Sulu saw the stranger was in passing. She had to stop and do a double take. It was just plain unfair that someone had to go and be that handsome here. The odds were that he wasn't from anything close to her universe. She shook her head and went along without bothering to get his name.

The first time that she ran into him was the library. Literally, ran into, her book fell from her hands and everything. The nervous laugh she used to cover her sudden blush earned more than a few frowns from the other patrons. "Sorry." That time she fled without asking his name on purpose.

The first time she realized that he wasn't going to just go away was in a garden. He was standing there in her favorite spot and Sulu thought about just pushing him into the water fountain, he looked smug. Then again, that could just have been the beard.

It was a bit of both. If he was keeping track (but he would never do such a thing, no, never), then this was their third encounter. This time he was determined to speak to her.

"It seems providence has plans for you and I, my lady. We must be destined to know one another."

"Destiny and I have an understanding."

She didn't run away this time. You had to face a challenge head on, if you didn't, it would just continue to spite you. So, Sulu sized him up without shame. It wasn't a crass observation, it was just a general curiosity. (but oh, he was so worth looking at)

"I work for what I want, and I'll get it." So far, that principle had held true.

"But I haven't made up my mind about you, yet."

"No? Leaving me in suspense, are you?" He grinned and spread his arms as if allowing her to take her fill of considering him. His hook caught the light and gleamed, but could a man with a hook really look that sinister with such a grin?

"May I at least have a name, so I know in whose hands rests my fate?"

Smartass.

Why did she like that so much?

"Hikaru." Finally she smiled in return, there was really no help for it. The hook was even charming, in the 'I should have been a pirate' kind of way.

"Did you pick this spot on purpose, or what that just coincidence?"

"You could say I was drawn here by some force beyond my control. That's how things work around here, is it not?" It was a convenient excuse to blame the Temple and keep his motives secret. But the truth was he'd walked by a few times in previous days and seen her there, so he decided to surprise her by getting there first.

She doesn't have any reason to disbelieve him, and even if she did, it's exactly the answer she wanted to hear.

"Something like that, I think. I haven't really been here too long." A few days more than him though, Sulu knew that much. It had certainly been stuck in her mind, that first glimpse of him.

"What should I call you then?"

"Nor I," he admitted. "And yet quite a bit was occurring after my arrival. I'm led to believe it's a common thing."

He gave her a bow. "Killian Jones, though many have taken to calling me Hook. I can't imagine why." And after that little joke, he flashed her his oft-used grin.

Sulu found herself wanting to call him 'Hook' but she'd let it sit in her mind a bit more. She moved to claim a seat on the edge of the water fountain. Her hand dipped into the surface of the water, there were goldfish and koi to look at. Some of them were so used to her presence that they would come up close enough to touch.

"So they say."

She had not, in all the chaos, escaped entirely unscathed. A fading bruise under her eye could just have been a trick of the light, but it wasn't. As if one fighter could recognize another, Sulu watched him for the casual ease of movement. She wondered if he knew how to use a sword, in the literal, not figurative sense.

He moved to turn towards her as she sat, continuing to look pleased at the situation.

"I can see what draws you to this place. It's calm, tranquil. And such a variety of flowers, though I can only see that they are different shapes and colors. Beyond that, I am wholly ignorant of the differences." He figured that as a woman, Sulu knew flowers at least a bit. Weren't women always arranging them in vases? It seemed pointless, since they'd die soon enough that way.

The fact that he happened to be right about her knowledge was purely coincidence. Sulu spotted about a half a dozen different classifications from this seat alone, but she hadn't come here to study the plants. Simply to admire them.

"Not knowing what to call them doesn't seem to change their sent or their color." There was some famous quote about that, on the tip of Sulu's tongue.

"Hook, then." She had a strong feeling that the name suited him in less obvious ways. "Forgive me for saying, but calm and tranquil would not be the first things I'd choose for you."

She hadn't in any way intended on following him into the room. It was just from behind he'd looked very familiar with his dark hair and broad shoulders - almost like Tibbett - and she'd wondered if the Grasp had been kind enough to bring him here to her. What the witch hadn't been expecting was for the door to snap shut so viciously behind her as to propel her forward and cause her to bump into his back.

Oh Lurline! How rude. Upon spotting the bed Glinda wondered if she'd accidentally followed him into his bedroom and swiftly enough her cheeks have gone bright red with the embarrassment of it all. But gosh, how very peculiarly warm it was inside his room, peculiarly warm. "I am so terribly sorry. I didn't mean to intrude! I mistook you for another!" She proclaimed as an apology, immediately turning to try and pull the door open. The door that was not cooperating.

Hook didn't know his runes, so each room was still a mystery to him even if it had a rune carved into the wood. He entered and looked around, thinking that looked like a perfect bed to have a romp in. Now he just had to find a lady to oblige him.

The bump to his back caused him to turn around, slightly alarmed he'd been snuck up on. At least the woman seemed harmless and not to be a master assassin sent here to end him.

When she tugged at the door, he went from alarmed to amused in an instant. Maybe this was a wishing room where dreams came true.

"There is no need for apology, my lady. But would you not care to stay awhile?"

"I--"

'I really don't think it appropriate for an unescorted woman to be in a room by herself with a man' was what she had intended on saying. Somehow the words died in her throat what she got a good look at his face. It was a shockingly good looking face. Handsome even. There were so very many handsome men here, the Prince included. Glinda mostly contented herself with looking and on very rare occasion flirting.

The witch could feel her cheeks heating and face flushing. Lurline she hadn't felt like that since the incident on the roof that would never be spoken of again. "Glinda." Was what she said instead. "Glinda Arduenna Upland. Good Witch of the North. Who are you?" She asked, letting go of the door handle entirely and looking up at him through dark lashes. All of her schoolgirl coquettish, flirting and flouncing hadn't quite disappeared yet.

"Killian Jones," he answered, bowing with a flourish. "Captain of the Jolly Roger." As he straightened, he couldn't help but grin at the flush her face had taken on. He would have just chalked it up to his devilish good looks and extraordinary charm, but he felt something else was at work here, because he found himself thinking she would look absolutely stunning lying under him on that bed.

Glinda's hand found it's place over her diaphragm as she subconsciously tried to sooth the sensation of the material tightening as she tried to take in a deeper breath. Why in Oz was her corset pinching so? "I-I wasn't aware that we had any Captains here." She replied in an attempt of being polite. In the back of her head she could practically hear her Ama tutting at her for associating with sailors. Oz was a landlocked nation after all and any kind of sailor was rare. They hardly had a good reputation or a frightfully proper one.

The Witch swallowed, finding herself wishing that she had her silk fan, her face was feeling much too hot. Clearly she was overheating from the lack of air in the room or perhaps it was simply from having laced herself a little too tightly that morning. It could do frightful things if you couldn't breath properly, like give you frightfully improper thoughts and ideas about the misuse of magic to tear certain people's clothes off.

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Shipping Meme

Killian Jones/Captain Hook | Once Upon a Time | M/F

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