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Otp Questions

1. Who plans a romantic night and who can’t stop making puns the whole time?

2. Who can’t stop giggling when they are supposed to be serious which then makes their partner start giggling?

3. Who says funny things in their sleep? What do they say? Does the person who sleep talks believes they are saying these things?

4. Who likes to play with their partner’s hair?

5. If they had a podcast what would they primarily talk about?

6. They are grocery shopping and this turns into a race on who can get their half of the list completed faster. Who wins?

7. They decided to throw their pet a birthday party, who do they invite? Close friends with their pets? No one?

8. Who would be more likely to buy their partner a scarf with planets on it?

9. Who would go out of their way to do something silly to make their partner laugh?

10. Who is causing the ruckus and who has to try and stop it?

11. Who playfully hugs their partner from behind when they are cooking/prepping food?

12. Who high fives the other when they do something cool?

13. How do they playfully roast one another?

14. What songs are on their road trip playlist?

15. Who is the one who continues to use cheesy pick up lines after years of dating?

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Otp Questions

1. Who plans a romantic night and who can’t stop making puns the whole time?

2. Who can’t stop giggling when they are supposed to be serious which then makes their partner start giggling?

3. Who says funny things in their sleep? What do they say? Does the person who sleep talks believes they are saying these things?

4. Who likes to play with their partner’s hair?

5. If they had a podcast what would they primarily talk about?

6. They are grocery shopping and this turns into a race on who can get their half of the list completed faster. Who wins?

7. They decided to throw their pet a birthday party, who do they invite? Close friends with their pets? No one?

8. Who would be more likely to buy their partner a scarf with planets on it?

9. Who would go out of their way to do something silly to make their partner laugh?

10. Who is causing the ruckus and who has to try and stop it?

11. Who playfully hugs their partner from behind when they are cooking/prepping food?

12. Who high fives the other when they do something cool?

13. How do they playfully roast one another?

14. What songs are on their road trip playlist?

15. Who is the one who continues to use cheesy pick up lines after years of dating?

Otp Questions

1. Who plans a romantic night and who can’t stop making puns the whole time?

2. Who can’t stop giggling when they are supposed to be serious which then makes their partner start giggling?

3. Who says funny things in their sleep? What do they say? Does the person who sleep talks believes they are saying these things?

4. Who likes to play with their partner’s hair?

5. If they had a podcast what would they primarily talk about?

6. They are grocery shopping and this turns into a race on who can get their half of the list completed faster. Who wins?

7. They decided to throw their pet a birthday party, who do they invite? Close friends with their pets? No one?

8. Who would be more likely to buy their partner a scarf with planets on it?

9. Who would go out of their way to do something silly to make their partner laugh?

10. Who is causing the ruckus and who has to try and stop it?

11. Who playfully hugs their partner from behind when they are cooking/prepping food?

12. Who high fives the other when they do something cool?

13. How do they playfully roast one another?

14. What songs are on their road trip playlist?

15. Who is the one who continues to use cheesy pick up lines after years of dating?

About Your OTP

Who worries about what they will look like when they are older?

- Draco. He’s forever going on about how he’ll die the day a stripe of grey dulls his pristine blond head and has a diet fully planned to avoid that horrifying dad belly he dreads. Harry says he thinks he’ll look beautiful, no matter what but Draco doesn’t believe it.

Who hogs the blanket?

- It really depends on the night. Harry tosses and turns all night (old habits die hard) and it’s usually an accident when he hogs the blanket. Draco gets very cold very quickly and doesn’t really care if Harry gets much blanket at all.

Who eats the other’s uneaten pizza crusts?

- Harry’s one of those people who can eat basically anything and gain no weight so it’s no surprise that he snacks on anything and everything he can find.

Who is more likely to cry over a sad book or movie?

- Harry. He’s not so good at hiding his feelings and he’s really not embarrassed to shed a tear over a good storyline. Besides, Draco never cries (Titanic is an acception).

Who talks smack while playing video games?

- Draco gets the filthiest mouth imagineable when playing video games. Sometimes, Harry even has to warm him about his language.

Who sings along with the radio?

- Both of them. Draco can sing… Harry cannot.

Who would enter them both into a talent show?

- Possibly Harry whilst drunk but Draco would never comply.

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking?

- It’s common knowledge that Harry’s a star chef when it comes to Wizards so this one really goes without saying. Whether Draco’d do it by accident or out of sheer annoyance is a different story.

Who would throw the other into a pool?

- Harry would throw a (frantically refusing) Draco into a pool and then jump in, himself.

Who shops for groceries?

- Harry. Draco only shops for important things (clothes, cologne, hair gel, etc).

Who kills the spiders?

- Harry, again. Of course, Draco isn’t afraid of them, oh no. He’d just rather stand 10 feet away, on a table, when one’s spotted.

Who is the morning/night person?

- Draco thinks it is most absurd that Harry chooses to wake up early and prance about the house. He’d much rather spend his early hours sleeping, thank you very much. Harry gets (mildly) frustrated when Draco ends up falling asleep with their bedroom lamp on, a book strewn across his chest.

Who proposes?

- Harry does. He plans it all out, romantic setting, mood lighting, expensive ring and when the moment comes Draco isn’t really surprised. Harry says that because heproposed, it should be his name that’s taken. Draco Malfoy become a Potter? Pfft, he doesn’t think so. (He becomes a Potter.)

Day 30: Doing something bad together

Pair: Nobunaga Oda (Ikesen) x Airi Toimaru (OC)

A/N: Could also fit under ridiculous, but this would qualify for Hideyoshi, I guess? I also managed to finish all prompts within a month so, ayeeee, goal achieved! 

“Ready?” Carnelian eyes met dark brown ones, a glimmer in the eyes as the question was posed. It was met with a roll of the eye and a sigh, a strand of hair swept over the shoulder with the flick of a wrist.

“I guess,” was the reluctant answer when Airi shuffled herself out of the room, the treasured pot carefully pressed against her stomach as she checked the hallways. “Empty,” she reported back to the man behind her as she stepped out fully.

“Ready for what?” Another voice pitched in. With a yelp Airi nearly dropped the pot from her arms as she spun around, facing a Hideyoshi exiting from another room, his eyes standing a storm as he frowned down upon her.

“Stealing sweets again? How many tim—”

“Down!” the female announced as she spilled the content of the pot, an endless stream of marbles rolling down the floor as a dark figure made a run for it from behind her. With a loud thud the pot hit the floor as well as Airi was quick to run after Nobunaga.

“You– Lord– What?” Hideyoshi sputtered, unable to form a reaction towards the situation posed. It was all quite ridiculous after all, the lord of the castle stealing konpeito from his own inventory and pranking his right hand with marbles, but it was the unfortunate reality in which Hideyoshi found himself as he watched both Nobunaga and Airi run off.

Day 29: Doing something ridiculous 

Pair: Arthur Conan Doyle (Ikevam) x Antonia De’Rossi (OC)

“Familiar, is it not?” Arthur’s chipper voice did nothing to brighten Antonia’s mood who was anything but happy to be repeating this particular memory.

“Certainly didn’t miss that pungent smell,” the male had continued and the female would have retorted if it wasn’t for the addressed scent surrounding them that she didn’t want to inhale as much as possible.

“Cat got your tongue, love?” the male tried at last as Antonia came to a sudden halt, turning around as she put her hands on Arthur’s shoulders, a threatening smile on her face as she tried not to suck in a breath.

“What an intense gaze! Alas, even I don’t want to claim a kiss in the sewers.” The last line followed with a yelp as the female shoved Arthur down the narrow pavement they were occupying, forcing the author into the shallow sewage water with his oxfords.

Day 28: Doing something sweet together

Pair: Vlad (Ikevamp) x Anya Nosferartu (OC)

A/N: Sudden influx of busy forces me to make a change of plans. I write whatever I can, but the prompts are not in order. Idea was supplied by @silhouette-of-a-dream​, when she said the flower crown in her birthday painting for Vlad was made by Anya. 

“And if you twist the stem around like this and add in the other…”

Anya was certain that she was paying more attention to the man himself rather than the explanation given, only progressing half of it as she nodded every once in a while. She couldn’t help it, Vlad was a beautiful man, reminiscent of the grace of roses and pale like the first colours of spring after a long winter. And now, surrounded by flowers, this beauty was accentuated, distracting her even more from the exclusive flower crown masterclass he was giving her.

“Do you think you can do it yourself?” His voice broke her out of her thoughts, a gentle but knowing smile playing across Vlad’s lips as he handed the half braided flower crown over to Anya.

A blink, then another, and some deep digging in the deepest crevices of her consciousness. Could she admit that she hadn’t been paying attention? Anya felt a little embarrassed at the thought of having to admit such, after all, Vlad had taken great lengths and much patience to sit down with her to teach.

“Here, I will show you,” the pureblood told her, an arm reaching from behind her as he picked up her idle hands to move them into position, gently tugging and pushing to mold the steps into her fingers. With another blink of an eye even that flower crown was finished, leaving Anya a little dazed at the end result as she looked down at where they touched and towards her lap.

Another moment of silence fell before a smile adorned her own features, the scar on her right side pulling and twisting before she crawled up from her spot, leaving Vlad behind on the ground in surprise.

“I want to make another,” she announced, holding out the flower crown in hands, “one for you, for Little Red, and Genie!” The female was positively beaming as she rattled off the list of people she wanted to make a flower crown for, darting off to find suitable flowers in the field they were visiting.

Vlad watched her go, a short puff escaping him. Though he knew that somewhere there might be a blush adorning Anya’s features as she clutched the flower crown to her chest.

OTP Prompts - Day 27

Day 27: Birthday 

Pairs: Vlad (Ikevamp) x Anya Nosferatu (OC) | Mitsuhide Akechi (Ikesen) x Shinju Maeda (OC) | Virgilius Hildegard (Friend’s OC) x Adelaide Rosier (OC)

A/N: A few days left of the 30 days challenge and we already ran through all of the pairs twice. Switching it up by releasing several pairs for the last few prompts. 

Vlad x Anya

The date was vaguely imprinted within her mind. June 27; a day that left her feeling conflicted. Both warm as cold, happy as distressed.

“Happy birthday, Anya!” Charles had announced it so innocently, the pureblood could only beam a bright smile back.

“Thanks, little red!”

“It is your birthday?” Faust had repeated, a scoff escaping him as his ‘well-wish’ and Anya let go of a relieved sigh that she didn’t have to beam a smile back at him with gratitude.

But before she entered the rose garden of the castle Anya made sure that she had her smile right back on her face once more, skipping into the area as she hummed a beat.

“Guess what, Princeling, it is my…”

She stopped in her tracks when she took in the scenery laid out before her. The blanket spread, a wooden basket on top of it containing various products that she loved. Pastries, bread rolls, jams and tea. There was even a stew prepared. It was a full on picnic so to say and one that she hadn’t started for once.

“It is your birthday,” Vlad had finished her sentence, a smile resting on his lips as he offered his hand to her, leading her towards the scenery set.

The warmth that spread from her chest at that gesture of goodwill was genuine, just as the little blush that had silenced her.

Perhaps her birthdays could turn into something to look forward to.

Mitsuhide x Shinju

Once upon a time he had seen it on a plastic card. When Shinju was still new and unknown Mitsuhide had somehow found her identity card and seen the date of her birth, written according to the western calendar. Back then he hadn’t thought much of it other than in confusion and just parked it away for later investigation.

Now it was different. Carefully he had sent Kyubei out to investigate, to figure out what the day meant and how to convert it to their calendar on the island. As it turns out, Shinju was born in the rainy season, and to top it off; her birthday had just passed.

A shame, really, but that didn’t deter Mitsuhide from celebrating it nonetheless when he found out about it. He knew, after all, that she would have done the same.

“What’s this? You are eating a meal without me needing to coax you?” Shinju had exclaimed in surprise, and Mitsuhide had only chuckled at the obvious happiness that radiated off her, having expected that reaction.

“There is more,” he told her, waving the female over conspicuously as he reached for his sleeve, pulling out a small package as he handed it to her.

“Happy birthday,” he told Shinju nonchalantly, and Mitsuhide would be lying if he didn’t enjoy the way her expression bloomed into one of surprise before morphing into a bright smile.

“Please continue to look after me!” she responded, polite and formal as ever, but the happiness she radiated spoke volumes of her truest feelings.

Hildegard x Adelaide 

June generally marked the start of the summer holidays for the faculty members of Hogwarts. It meant that the school would be closed for the coming few months, allowing its students and the employees to enjoy some time for themselves. However, the closure of the schoolgrounds also meant three months of missing each other, and it meant the missing of the birthday of a certain lady. 

“Happy birthday!” Party poppers were popped just as the cheers of her colleagues scalded through the hallway, all eager to celebrate the coming August birthday of the DADA professor. Adelaide had suspected that they had been planning something, knowing that it was fruitless to object against it. 

“Thank you,” had been her response, regular and even, as if nothing had fazed her, and in a way it hadn’t. “You didn’t have to, after all, it is just any other day.” 

To this she got a chuckle from Virgil, whose close-lipped smile was just threatening to reveal his fangs. “That isn’t true, miss Rosier,” he had told her and for a bit anticipation rose up within Adelaide as she felt herself flush. 

“After all, it was the day that you came into the world.” Cheesy as the line was it still warmed Adelaide’s cheeks who felt herself a little at loss of a response in the face of Virgil. 

Day 26: Marrying 

Pair: Maxwell Sterling (Argus) (OC) x Eirian Keegan (Ambrosia) (OC)

Had she dreamed of this day? Eirian was confident to believe that every girl had dreamt of being a bride one day, walking down in a white dress of their dreams. She had as well, one time, but she wasn’t sure if this was with Maxwell; or as he was called now: Argus. 

“Where is Ambrosia?” the redhead had asked. Suited up his parlour looked even paler than it usually did, the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent today as he waited for the bride to stride out. 

“The bridesmaids say she had some trouble with her dress,” someone whispered to him, but Argus could barely register who it was, his eyes anxiously going back to the door through which his bride was to enter. 

In the end he would stand at the aisle for another while, without a ceremony ever taking place.

Day 25: Gazing into each others eyes

Pair: Jean D’Arc (Ikevamp) x Emrys Jernigan (OC) 

It was a classic, a staring game. Put two people in front of each other to gaze into the eyes (or eye) of the other and whoever holds out the longest is the winner.

But what if both players are naturally awkward with eye contact? Meet Jean and Emrys, two of such types battling one another.

“This should be hilarious,” Arthur had stated with a mischievous smile. Not interesting, nor curious; hilarious. For there was only comedy to be had when the two of them were seated across each other, their eyes turned towards the floor as they were mentally preparing themselves for that gaze.

“Ready?” Arthur called, ignoring the distressed hand signals from Emrys.

“Set, go!” he announced just right after Jean’s protest, dismissing that one as well.

The silence that followed was heavy, neither party lifting their heads until a minute after for a careful peek. Stark blue eyes met a dark purple one for a second and then averted once more, leaving the spectators to their own judgement.

“Emrys won,” Leonardo announced, but Theo disagreed who got into an argument with Arthur, who on his turn got refuted by Dazai. Shortly put; there was no true winner to be determined.

“Again! And try to hold out longer, ‘kay?”

The announcement earned a deep sigh from both parties.

Day 24: Selfie

Pair: Ieyasu Tokugawa (Ikesen) x Hye-jin Yo (OC)

“A what?” Ieyasu sounded exasperated as tried to repeat the word that Hye-jin had just asked of him. “Selfie?” It honestly sounded like a shorter word for ‘selfish’ which he didn’t think was something that could be taken.

“Yeah, a selfie. A picture! I need a commemoration of meeting you!” the female had said, once more leaning in sideways as she raised up two fingers next to her face, a bright smile on her face while gazing at the sleek rectangular she held in hands a distance away.

“Why?” the blond had continued to question, his eyes suspiciously going over to the display on which he could see himself and Hye-jin in miniature. Yet it was no mirror, as no second later the screen went black and revealed a still of the two of them.

“A commemoration, as I said. So that I can show it to my friends and family when I go back,” the female had said so nonchalantly as she pulled the phone closer, tapping away through her filters and whatever blemish there was to remove. Thus occupied, she didn’t notice the arm sneaking around her, a crabby expression on his face as he pulled the phone out of her hands, finally earning Hye-jin’s full attention.

“And who said you can go back?” The question is sharp as Hye-jin presses her lips together, needing a few breathless moments to find a proper reaction. Not that Ieyasu would give it to her.

Day 23: Arguing 

Pair: Maurice(NP OC) x Melinda Geralds (OC)

“Whoops, didn’t see you there.”

The statement came so nonchalantly Melinda could have sworn the male had tripped over her on purpose. The glare that followed surprised none as Maurice sent a lopsided grin over to her, a large hand reaching for her head as he ruffled it.

“It is because you’re so small,” came the infamous excuse, the glare on the shorter girl’s face intensifying as she could swear that she could start spitting fireballs at any moment.

“Or,” she bristled in short breath, “your brain short circuited having to move that enormous body of yours.” The insult was nothing new, or original even and Maurice’s smile only widened wickedly as he flicked her nose.

“Or,” he responded, “my heart missed a beat seeing you.”

The suggestive smile on his face earned a sputtering Melinda as she gave the male a shove to the shoulders, her eyes rolling as she stomped down his feet, earning a yelp and a groan from the other.

“Try to reach that!” Melinda hisses at the other as she stomps off, done with any form of interaction involving Maurice.  

Day 22: In combat/battle 

Pair: Virgilius Hildegard (Friend’s OC) x Adelaide Rosier (OC)

Home wasn’t the front door of her parental house. Neither the garden in which she spent her leisure time. Home wasn’t the empty apartment she abandoned for months on end when going on missions. Neither was it her office in the Ministry. Home were her memories as a student and the school she had grown the most at; Hogwarts. Home was there where Caia was, along with Marcus and…

“Hildegard!” Adelaide rarely yelled, just as that panic was unbecoming for her, but with the chaos at hand and the fight happening below she couldn’t stay calm, or remain composed. Quick to land next to the man with a simple flight spell Adelaide found herself heaving for breath as she clutched onto Virgil’s arm.

“We have to retreat. You won’t be able to keep this up,” she pleaded with the man. But all she received was that invigorating smile that supposedly told her: ‘all will be well. Don’t worry.’ The smile that said nothing and yet spelled out every plan that had come up that never-ceasing brain of his. The brain that cared too much about anything that wasn’t him and about her and had provided her…

“Soldiers march, not Rosier?” he told her instead, throwing the words back at her she had spoken so long ago when she disregarded herself, putting her role as an auror over her own well-being. They were bad words, excuses, but they had been said by her and now that they had returned the female finally understood how powerless they made the recipient feel.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Hildegard!” Adelaide tried to call again, but the man had already shrugged her off, sending out spell after spell to get rid of the blights that had been sent to threaten them. “Hildegard!” Adelaide called out once more, her own hand rising as she tried to help the man out where she could, not wanting to become that what needed protection but the guard itself. For the man had been her guardian of sorts for so long, just as he had become part of her home.

“Virgil!” Adelaide’s voice was sharp and unfamiliar, even to herself as she yelled out his name, finally catching a new expression on his face. One that wasn’t the placid consent of a teacher ready to sacrifice himself. One that didn’t represent the eternally composed man he presented himself to be.

For Virgil was a man and a man that Adelaide had grown to care for much more than any childhood friend, or family member she had. He had become home.

Day 21: Dancing

Pair: Mitsuhide Akechi (Ikesen) x Shinju Maeda (OC)

The style of aikido, though still unknown in the Sengoku time, did have its roots in the time that the samurai class ruled. But the practitioners prefer to call it an art than a fighting style, and when one saw Shinju practice, one could see why. The lack of aggression and attack, the waiting stance in which one deflected and redirected the energy coming at them, the keen details and nuance laid upon keeping a balance and throwing the other out of balance. It certainly did look like a dance of waves crashing and coming together, only to roll apart once more for another collision.

It was even less of a surprise that when Shinju was practicing her hand-to-hand combat Mitsuhide couldn’t help himself but slip behind, deftly catching her reaching hand as he tugged her into a twirl. It earned him a gasp of surprise, but a quick recovery in balance, just as expected from her overall teachings and foundations.

“Very elegant, little lady,” he had smirked, tipping the female over in his arms ever so slightly to force her to grab hold onto him lest she was to fall.

But used as she was to the little tricks and teases of the man, Shinju let herself fall, her arm instead reaching for behind Mitsuhide’s neck as she pulled him over, using her own weight to roll the fox into the grass as she quickly found her footing again, hovering over him.

“Green looks nice on you,” she responded, perhaps a bit too triumphant as she was quick to jump at the feeling of cold fingers reaching for her ankle.