Open Shipping Meme

[hurricane_chris]

OPEN SHIPPING MEME

Leave me a comment with one of the characters on my muselist and a prompt! Freestyle it, or use one of the following memes to help you come up with something.

No smut in this post! That goes here.

Arranged Marriage
Fake Marriage
Intimate Bathing
Love at First Sight
Love Confessions
Marriage Life
Mistletoe
Morning After
Proper Courtship
Rescue Romance
Settled Down Shipping
Slow Dance

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Asemu | It's Time

[senpaidol]

If there's one good thing about moving from the whole adventuring-trainer lifestyle into promotions and politics, it's that she actually gets to see Asemu often again.

Rise Kujikawa, famed Pokémon trainer and her boyfriend Asemu, famed for the same thing as well as being part of the established Asuno family, have been dating for about two years now (anniversaries are hard when you pretty much start dating in a weird dreamscape, so in Rise's mind then can just kind of celebrate from Soufasting to Salvation). It's been an experience all around, but there's honestly nothing that's ever made her quite as happy as the way Asemu looks at her. Not with brainless adulation or ogling (although he could stand to ogle a little more), but with the deep and abiding feeling of...devotion, she guesses. The same way she feels toward him.

That (and a desire to be ogled a little more) is why she's pulled out all the stops for tonight's date, wearing a deep purple backless evening gown and a nice fur-free stole. Toyo was a little disappointed that she got her hair professionally done up in a curled braid, but the Blissey had been perfectly happy to do Rise's makeup instead. All in all, she figures she looks stunning, which helps distract from the Butterfrees in her stomach she's getting over this date for the first time in a while. She's not sure if her extra senses are trying to tell her something, or if she's just worked herself up to be excited while waiting on Asemu...

[second_destiny]

Asemu had plans to make this a big night for the two of them. He was growing increasingly aware of where their lives were both headed, and he could see no other alternative -- partly because he wanted no other alternative. And it seemed the natural thing to do, with the two of them both finding their respective callings. It also helped that Asemu's family adored his girlfriend, and even Flit approved of their relationship, especially after Rise's decision to enter into politics.

That was why there was a small, felt-covered box nestled in his pants pocket. It's also why his stomach had been doing backflips and cartwheels all day long.

When it came time for their date, Asemu dressed in a very finely-tailored three-piece suit. In addition to looking fine, it also felt comfortable on him, probably because it was custom tailored for him. He had also pushed his Warp Band further up his wrist than normal so it wouldn't appear beneath his cuff, and applied a touch of cologne. Once he was ready, he set out for Rise's home. And upon arriving, he clutched his left hand tightly around the bouquet of roses he had bought and knocked on the door firmly.

[senpaidol]

Rise opens the door herself, rather than letting Toyo or someone else get it while she pretended to still be getting ready, partly out of being far enough along in their relationship to skip the traditional games but mostly out of pure excitement.

"Hey," she says, unable to keep the smile and blush off her face, even if she wanted to.

give me whomever you feel like! and arranged marriage bc i've always wanted to try this prompt

[popculture]

[ sheryl was definitely against the idea of being married to somebody that she barely even knew. she liked making her own plans and her own decisions! she wasn't that rebellious, but she did have that streak in her due to her prideful nature. a few words from grace made her change her mind, though. she can't really refuse somebody who's taken care of her all these years. and hey, at least something like this would better her reputation. it could even gain her more fans for being the unattainable fairy that they've always loved.

a meeting was set, and just as quickly, a quiet court marriage was held. even the press didn't hear about it, but sheryl's schedule was basically free for a few months because of this... "event". no honeymoon has been decided yet, as both parties agreed to get to know each other for a month or two first. and slowly, she got used to the idea of living with somebody else, but she hasn't exactly warmed up just yet.

now it's dinnertime, and she's supposed to be eating with her supposed husband. she even wore a short light pink dress that fit so well against her skin, accentuating the curves of her body. despite that, it was more modest than what she usually wore. that's easy, though, considering her usual attires on stage did not leave much to the imagination. ]

Where is he? [ she tapped her foot impatiently a few times before picking up her cellphone. she sends a bunch of angry texts to a select number of people, all complaining about having to wait.

guess whose wife is an impatient diva? ]

/goes with a blue-haired mecha pilot

[infinitejustice]

[This whole matter had been a very strange one for Athrun, as well. He was no stranger to being in an arranged engagement, but the arrangement with Lacus was absolutely nothing like this. He had had the chance to get to know her before they were to be married. Not so here. He didn't know anything about Sheryl in terms of personality, only her public persona.

As for reputation, well. Athrun was probably one of the few men who wouldn't cause a fuss by marrying Sheryl. After all, he's a war hero. The general populace would believe that he deserves happiness after all that he's done and been through.

But none of that is important this particular evening. What's more important to Athrun is that he gets home as soon as he can, because he's running late. He was kept longer than usual at the base due to some important matters that popped up last-minute. Fortunately, he'd planned ahead and wore his dress uniform to work that day, so he wouldn't have to change upon getting home.

Eventually, the door to the living room opens and Athrun walks into the house. It's five minutes after the arranged meeting time.]

Sorry I'm late! They insisted I stay to take care of some last-minute business.

[He leans against the nearby couch for a few seconds and takes a deep breath.]

Are you ready to go?

Athrun | Love At First Sight

[yukitohogo]

[Another bolt of lightning cracked, lighting the sky up completely overhead. Not even a second later, it was followed by a low rumble. A clap of thunder that resonated through Makoto's chest.

Had things been different, the girl would've been standing out in the thunderstorm for hours, enthralled by the sheer power jolting in the sky. The electricity crackling. It was soothing and nostalgic, as if this what she was born to do.

It was.

But she was born for other things, too.

Like getting soaked to the bone, running to catch the bus that would leave at any second.]

Wait! Wait!

[Too late.

By the time she reaches the meager bus stop, it's already pulled away, leaving Mako to lean against the pole and catch her breath.
Coupled with a few curses.]

[infinitejustice]

[Despite the storm, Athrun had gone to the corner store to buy some goods. Some soft drinks, instant coffee, noodles, and some quick dinners. Living that bachelor life.

He's on his way home as he walks by the bus stop. However, this time he finds himself walking up as the bus pulls away -- leaving a girl running in its dust. He watches as she leans against a pole to catch her breath, and frowns. She's going to get soaked.

He takes a deep breath and walks toward her. Makoto will feel the rain suddenly stop, and if she looks toward him, she'll find that a handsome young man is using his umbrella to cover her as well as himself.]

Here. I'll stay with you until the next bus comes. That way you won't get drenched.

Sun, Sea, and Sonico

[sonicosuper]

Sonico has been excited about this trip to the beach with Athrun. When they arrived, she walked out across the sand and shaded her eyes with a hand. She took a deep breath and sighed happily. Adjusting her beach bag on her shoulder, she turned to Athrun with a bright smile. "This place is perfect. I love it." Then she glanced around for the perfect place to put their towels.

[infinitejustice]

Sonico wasn't the only one who had been excited for this. Athrun was normally pretty indifferent toward the beach, but going there with Sonico made it a whole different story.

"Come on. Let's find a place to set up shop."

Athrun led the way down from the path to the beach, and within a few minutes, found a good place to put their stuff -- not too far from the water, but not close enough to get wet. Athrun took the beach chairs and placed them in the sand next to each other, then set up the shade behind them. Once everything was set up, he took his shirt and sandals off, stuffing them in his own bag and leaving him clad only in his red swimming trunks.

Love At First Sight

[delicate_dancer]

There were still a great many things Olivia didn't know about this realm, but she did know herself, and she knew what she could do. She couldn't just up and ask for help, she'd need funds during her stay here... however long that was. So as she found herself in the busy marketplace, hearing music play from a nearby tavern, she found herself an empty space, and took a deep breath.

She still had nervous jitters about performing when a battle wasn't going on around her... but maybe this was like a battle. A battle of survival. She took a deep breath, and began to move. Slowly first, picking up speed when the tempo did, and it wasn't long before people stopped to watch, in awe by such unique and gorgeous dancing - it helped that Olivia was a unique and gorgeous individual. Coins began to drop at her feet, and so she danced on, encouraged, unaware that some eyes were more important than other.

[blackparagon]

It was a fairly festive day in Windmire. As always, the long Nohrian winter had finally come to an end and the last snowdrifts had melted away. Winter crops were ready for harvest, and the rest were ready for planting. But above all, the weather was finally nice again. Though Windmire got little benefit from the sun, the rising temperature was always welcome.

It's due to the festive nature that Xander was able to walk into town with little fanfare. People were too busy enjoying themselves to pay much attention when a member of the royal family, even the crown prince, wandered into the market. Xander wasn't wearing his usual outfit, either, eschewing his armor in favor of a semi-formal black longcoat and slacks, and a white shirt.

Today, though, there seemed to be a commotion near the tavern. Curious, Xander strolled over to see what was going on. As he got nearer, he could see that a throng of people had gathered around a dancer who was performing outside the tavern. She had already amassed a respectable pile of gold coins, and it appeared to only grow as she performed. Xander approached the throng, and carefully moved his way to the front -- something fairly easy when you were recognizable, as people moved aside then. And once he was in front, he was able to get an eyeful of the dancer.

There were two things he noticed. First, she was very skilled. Xander had seen many performers in his life, particularly when he accompanied his father to Nestra for the shows there, so he was familiar enough with the performing arts to recognize her skill.

Second: She was the most beautiful woman Xander had ever laid eyes on. It was almost as if he had lived his whole life in black and white, and gazing upon her features for the first time flooded his world with color.

When the song finished and the crowd burst out in applause, Xander joined them. However, when the crowd began to disperse, he remained. He'd wait for her to collect her earnings. When she did, he stepped closer.

"Pardon me, but I just wanted to tell you that was an incredible performance. Dancers with your skill are few and far between in my experience."

Ky | There was supposed to be an insightful comment here but you get this instead

[artistictyranny]

[ridethelightning]

[OoC: Up for an intimate bathing thread?]

Ike 💝 m i s t l e t o e

[crymoore]

Because I pulled Ike this morning, I'm taking it as a sign to get off my butt and get something rolling with you!!

Winter had finally come and accompanying it was the gaudy decorations of the holiday. The Feast of Winter Veil was widely supported across the world. No matter where one's travels may take them, there was sure to be a glass of sparkling apple cider or a tray full of gingerbread cookies shaped like the trees that filled the forests of Silverpine. Not that the cold ever bothered her anyway. The chill of the winter wind could never get under the skin of a sorceress who dabbled often in frost magic, rather it was the memories that were associated with the holiday itself that brought her spirits down. While others danced in merriment and camaraderie, Jaina found herself an unoccupied stool in one of the corners of the local tavern to occupy.

With one leg crossed over the other, she balances a book on her knee and takes to reading it in the warm light that filled the room. Every now and again, after she's turned a few pages, a cookie will appear between her fingertips. It isn't the strangest thing to see a mage do―after all, there are tall tales of a single mage feeding an entire army's worth on a daily basis in this world. A single mage conjuring a cookie mid-read is a basic skill.

Over time, the inhabitants of the tavern begin to thin out as the night drags on and the festivities come to a dull point. In a few more hours, when those who have slept wake in the morning, they will start back up. It's like clockwork at this point, which puts a damper on Jaina's brooding as time goes on. She's almost afraid of what it would be like if she actually moved forward in time and didn't reflect on the what-if's of the past. Time heals all wounds they say, yet she was quite stubborn in ensuring this one never quite healed right. It wouldn't fester and destroy her bit by bit, though it would remain in her heart as fresh as can be. The downside of having a sharp wit and intellect was how easy it was to convince yourself to remain hurt.

As stubborn as she was to not enjoy this holiday, there was a force much more stubborn than herself. Above her head is the twisted holly of the season, magically enhanced by a jovial mage who thought this would be a great prank to pull on the Grand Magus of the Kirin Tor. She's not wholly aware of it yet, as she remains seated, drawn into her book. She's so caught up in the text that it would be all too easy for a fellow companion or new face to walk up to her. Force her hand into some light conversation. It's too cold of a night for ladies to sit off alone.

[blue_flames]

[All the more reason why We Like Ike.]

When Ike had first arrived in Azeroth, summer was just beginning to give way to fall. Now, winter had come, and here he was, still taking in what sights he could find. Already he's spent more time in this realm than in the others he's reached through the Outrealm Gate, and he wasn't ready to leave. Part of it just had to do with some of the restlessness he felt -- as well as the Forsaken he'd found himself fighting off when his travels brought him through what used to be Lordaeron. This world was not even a third as peaceful as the other realms he'd visited. A sense of obligation, of helping those who couldn't help themselves, had contributed to his lengthy stay.

And so Ike had eventually found his way to Dalaran, and found himself mystified by the scenery. The mages he knew from back home would probably consider the city paradise. Ike, on the other hand, never had a mind for magic, so to him it was primarily a curiosity. But it seemed as good a place as any to seek refuge from the biting cold, and he'd been able to make himself comfortable, quite possibly until the coming of spring.

One evening, amid the festivities of the season, Ike made his way to a certain tavern. He may not drink, but he had quite the appetite for tavern food. It was a bit late at the time, and he'd found dinner wasn't enough food for him to last until dawn. As he entered, he took notice of the decorations, though to him they carried no meaning. He wasn't familiar with the Feast of Winter Veil, after all.

Ike noticed fairly quickly that there were only a handful of patrons left. All of them were men like him, save one -- a woman, clearly a mage by looking at her clothes, sitting in a corner stool. That got him double-checking the clientele -- none of them seem to have harassed her at all, but you never know when that could change. And at the very least, there was one person in here he could trust to not try anything with the lady -- himself.

So, Ike walked up to the stool next to hers and took a seat upon it. He gave her a nod acknowledging her -- if she saw it over her book -- and then got the barkeep's attention.

"Excuse me. May I order two club sandwiches and a glass of water? Thanks."

The bartender took his order and walked back into the kitchen. With nothing else to do, Ike turned to the woman next to him. Now that he got a closer look at her, he could see that she was quite beautiful, though he could also see perhaps just a hint of melancholy etched into her brow.

"Pardon me. I hope I'm not intruding by taking this seat."

For Ky

[myfayevalentine]

It had been a long and difficult day. Faye just wanted comfort and safety, and that wasn't something that she could do on her own. She needed Ky. He was all that she could think would help. Ky, and maybe a beer or two.

So, in the evening, Faye would turn up with a sad look in her eyes and a small smile, holding up a paper bag that contained a couple of bottles. "Hi?"

[ridethelightning]

It had been a quiet day for Ky. He spent the day working from home, and now that the sun was beginning to set, had just finished eating his dinner. When he heard the doorbell, he went to answer, and found Faye there.

Ky spent a moment standing in the doorway, looking at Faye in surprise. "Faye?" It was clear that he didn't know why she was there.

Before she answers, though, Ky stepped aside. Curiosity wouldn't stop him from inviting her into his house. "Please, come in. Have a seat."

Whomever you want :)

[respect_points]

[This was... unexpected to say the least. She didn't think that her father would ever agree to something like an arranged marriage. Just what was he thinking? Was she really someone that was regarded highly enough to even warrant an arranged marriage? None of this made sense to her and she had no idea how to really go about this topic.

One thing was clear though; she was against this. She could choose who she wanted to marry at some point by herself. Why go through all of this trouble? Her father asked her to at least meet with the person she'd marry someday at least once, so there she was, sitting at a random cafe waiting for him to arrive. She had told him that she wasn't promising anything and that she wasn't agreeing to his terms so easily, but she could at least just meet the guy.. right?

The more she sat there, the more she second guessed herself though. She should just go... So finally just getting up after putting money down for the coffee she got, she started to head towards the door until--]

**Cred...

[Nope. Too late.

OOC: Shit**]

Sorry for the delay!

[infinitejustice]

[There were a number of reasons why Athrun is in an arranged marriage. Of course, it was due in part to make sure he would continue his bloodline, especially with how low birth rates are among his people. Even more important, since he was from a wealthy and influential family. But it was also for political gain. This would have the benefit of making an opportunity to cement a partnership between Coordinators and the Al Bhed, and that was something Athrun honestly wanted to see happen. Having friends is always better than the alternative.

Today, though, he was running a little bit late. It had taken him a it longer to get through his routine than he had anticipated, but he had been on his way to meet his fiancée. And as he arrived, he opened the door and walked in -- just a split second before he took a step to the side and nearly bumped into a very pretty girl who was on her way out.]

Oh! Pardon me.

[He also heard the word she uttered. Was that just a nondescript sound, or was that a different language? Athrun's own grasp of Al Bhed was decent, but he didn't know any profanity in it.]

...Er. Would you be Rikku, by some chance?

[He sort of hoped she was. There are many things worse than being engaged to a pretty girl.]

Athrun | Intimate Bathing

[pole_position]

[Can you start this one off?]

[infinitejustice]

[It was a long day of work for Athrun, and now that he was home and fed, he's doing his best to relax with a warm bath. He's got the water up to a good temperature, to the point where it feels much like he's bathing in a hot spring. And considering the tub is big enough to comfortably fit two or even three people, it's not that far off.

As he sits in the bath, he can't help but blush a bit in expectation of what's coming. He and Pyrrha had agreed in advance to try bathing together, though he was still nervous about the idea. At any rate, she'd arrive in the bathroom any minute now, and despite his nervousness, Athrun can't help but feel a bit excited...]

Xander and Intimate Bathing

[song_princess]

It had been a hard day, hell a long week at the palace. While her own duties doesn't match what her husband has to do, it is still taxing. This week, she has been focused more on tending to the poor, sick and lame of Nohr, using her Galdrars to heal them.

Lately, Xander has been getting later and later, when it comes to finishing his duties so Leanne decided to go ahead and start bathing without him. Adding some extra potpourri to make the bath water perfume-y, she closes her eyes as she leans against one of the walls, letting the hot water and stones do their magic against her back muscles.

[blackparagon]

Xander was extremely well aware of how busy he had been, and how little time he had been spending with his wife. Intent on fixing that, he forced himself to stop when bath time came around, and headed toward the master bathroom. What he was working on could wait; on the other hand, he'd made Leanne wait long enough.

So, when Leanne closes her eyes, the door to the bathroom opens and shuts. Standing there is Xander, clad in only a bathrobe.

"My apologies for being late. I wish you hadn't had to start without me."

Athrun | Rescue Romance

[bellagatta]

[OOC: one of them jumps on the way of an attack that's about to hit the other rescuing them?? Then either playing from there on and/or timejumping to when they have been spending even more time together after that than they already did before that because now they're also realizing their feelings for each other?]

[infinitejustice]

[OoC: Sure, I'm down for that, and am willing to do both scenes. Do you want me to start, or do you want to?]