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commanderpigg · 4 months

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30 Day OTP Challenge - Day 30, Doing something sweet (finale)

For a while after Ash becomes a champion, he hardly has any time for himself. It’s exhibition matches, fan signings, and paid promos one after another. But one day, he gets a letter saying that his schedule for the next week has been completely cleared. Attached to the letter is an airplane ticket to Kanto International Airport—perfect for visiting his hometown. After his long half-globe journey, Ash sleepily drags himself through the arrival gates. Suddenly, Pikachu squeals in his ear to wake him up and paws at his face to look ahead. In the distance, there’s a familiar young man with purple hair and a soft smile on his face.

“Look who finally took a vacation.”

“…Long time, no see, Paul.”

#a 30 day challenge that took 10 years #I’ll be making a special compilation post soon #but I’m kinda sad 😢#staticshipping #comashipping #30 day OTP challenge #reunion is one of my favorite tropes for them #and for the longest time it’s all we could hope for #and we (shinsato shippers) miraculously got it in canon!#so I wanted the last post to have elements of that closure #also yes the jacket paul is wearing is a rip off of a jacket I own lmao shut up #my art #pokemon #pokeani #anipoke

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anemoflower · 8 months

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I made my own prompt list of a 30 Days OTP Challenge for selfships and oc x canon ships

If anyone wants to, you can use this list at any time you like, I hope it might be useful :> You can also skip, switch or use your own prompts if one of them is not fitting for your ship! Just have fun!

[This is a remake of a list I did back in 2017]

#selfship community #selfship #romantic f/o #oc x canon #self insert x canon #30 day otp challenge #30 day selfship challenge #I was inspired by several otp prompts :>#you can also write fics if you want to #(this took me longer than expected oof)#Let's see if I can draw something for this myself I'm so slow with art recently :')

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416lottie · 11 months

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Full color version of Day 28 of my Millywood 30 Day OTP challenge. You can view the entire challenge here, or view the original Day 28 (line art only) here.

#trigun #otp #30 day otp challenge #millywood #wolfwood x milly #nicholas d. wolfwood #Milly Thompson #Vash the Stampede #meryl stryfe #millions knives #knives millions #Legato Bluesummers #3-legged race #doing something ridiculous

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microwraptor2 · 1 year

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I haven't seen an OTP prompt in a long time!! So i decided to make my own. Feel free to do this, please tag me so I can see!! ❤️

#otp #shipping chart #prompt list #30 day otp challenge #12 day otp challenge #art challenge #ship #fandoms #otp challenge #my art #kinda

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klemgrimm · 7 months

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Day 5 - kissing

3 of them didn’t kiss in canon yet, 1 did a lot but it’s a crack ship and the only proper ship is not actually kissing 😌 anyway love drawing kisses!

Half of them belongs to @vershmer

#30 day otp challenge #ship art #my ocs art #gay doodles #kissing practice #sounds like I did the kissing?#still good practice #klem grimm doodles

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the-writing-trash-panda · 4 months

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I’ll Meet You in Valhalla

Pairing: Snotlout x Ruffnut

Words: 501

Prompt: one of them is sick

Genre: angst

Time: after 3rd movie

Ruffnut rushed into the small hut not caring what other people thought, why would she, her husband was on his deathbed.

Inside the hut, Ruffnut found her husband weak and pale. She knelt beside him, holding his hand tightly, concern etched on her face. She attempted to make him feel better by brushing his hair out of his face and dapping away the sweat.

“It’s fine, everything is going to be okay,” Ruffnut said, more so trying to convince herself.

“Ruff, you have to accept the truth,” Snotlout said, weakly lifting his hand up to cup Ruffnut’s face.

Ruffnut's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she met Snotlout's gaze, grappling with the harsh reality of his fading strength.

"I can't lose you," she whispered, her voice breaking as she clung to the fragile hope that everything would indeed be okay.

Snotlout tried to give her a comforting smile but was overcome with a large coughing fit.

Ruffnut's heart sank with each cough, and she felt the weight of impending loss pressing on her. Desperation filled her eyes as she continued to hold on, torn between accepting the inevitable and clinging to the hope of a miracle.

“Ruff it’s too late, there’s nothing we can do.” Ruffnut ignored the hand on her shoulder, after all, there was no reason to accidentally hurt her brother’s feelings when all he was doing was trying to comfort her and supporting his best friend in his final moments.

Ruffnut's grip tightened, a mix of determination and grief in her eyes. "I won't give up on you, Snot. We've faced worse together," she declared, her voice wavering but resolute.

“Nah, babe, I ain’t making it out of this one,” Snotlout whispered, his face scrunching up in pain.

Ruffnut shook her head, refusing to accept defeat. "We'll find a way, Snot. We always do," she insisted, her voice trembling with emotion.

Snotlout managed a faint smile, grateful for her unwavering support. "Just promise me you'll be okay," he whispered.

Tears streamed down Ruffnut's face, but she nodded. "I promise, but you're not leaving me alone in this mess," she declared, determined to face whatever came next with courage. Snotlout let his head fall back onto his pillow, the rise and fall of his chest gradually stopping. As Ruffnut watched the last light of hope fade away she felt her world come crashing down around her. Falling to her knees she couldn’t stop herself from crying as Tuffnut held her close.

When she finally calmed herself she stepped back out being bombarded by questions from Hiccup, Astrid, and Fishlegs. Though trying to stay composed, the worried voices of her friends only made Ruffnut break down in tears again. “He’s gone, and I didn’t even get to tell him about his child.”

“Oh, Ruff. I’m so sorry you have to go through this,” Astrid whispered as she hugged her friend and started to tear up herself. All Ruffnut could do was pray that she would meet him again in Valhalla.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd fanfiction #httyd one shot #fanfiction #one shot #httyd rufflout #rufflout #httyd ruffnut #ruffnut thorston #httyd snotlout #snotlout jorgenson #30 day challenge #30 day otp challenge

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blossysartgobrr · 1 year

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30 Day OTP Challenge (2.0) Day 15: In a different clothing style

Dresses & og pic [derogatory] under the cut!

og pic [derogatory]:

#pokemon #Pokemon Fanart #jellowshipping #whiteflorashipping #30 day otp challenge #mallow #mallow pokemon #lillie #lillie pokemon

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sheepwithspecs · 7 months

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30 Day NSFW Challenge: Day 3

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Ao3 Link

A NSFW collection based off the 30 Days OTP NSFW Challenge prompt list on Tumblr: all Barnham/Darklaw. Different ratings, universes, etc. but it's all varying levels of NSFW content.

Day 3: First Time

“I can’t show you!”

“Why not?” Zacharias Barnham was a man who prided himself on patience. After all, it was practically the first tenant of knighthood. But his patience—or lack thereof—was his weak spot, and now it was being sorely tested by the one person on the island whose opinion truly mattered: his girlfriend.

Eve had summoned him at the last minute, all but demanding he make the lengthy journey across the island to her home. Never mind that he’d worked a full shift in the bakery that day, or that he’d spent the better part of the evening training with his squire. Never mind that he’d only just showered, and changed into his nightclothes, and collapsed onto the bed with an exhausted groan. No, he must come, and his many questions must go unanswered until the moment he arrived on her doorstep. But now that he was here, having gotten dressed, saddled his horse, and raced across the fields in the dusky twilight, she refused to see him.

Or, rather, she refused to let him see her.

“What am I meant to do?” he huffed, throwing up his hands as the last shreds of his patience began to fray at the seams. “Stand here until dawn?” The lady’s maid that had accompanied him upstairs shrugged her shoulders, the very picture of disinterest.

“Your guess is as good as mine, sir.” She leveled a brow at him, the corner of her mouth quirked in a half-smile. It was as though she dared him to try and take the reins from Eve’s hands, to regain some control of the chaos. But how could he possibly do that, when he had no idea what the problem even was?! “In any case, good luck.” Before he could say a word she was halfway down the hall, washing her hands of the whole situation with a toss of her braid.

“Ugh….” Stumped, he turned back to the locked door. “I’ve had a long day, Eve, and I’m tired. If you refuse to open the door, I’m returning to the bakery and—”

“No! Please, wait.” The lock clicked, but when he moved to open the door he found it braced from the other side. There was a muffled thump and a small sigh; he could only imagine Eve leaning against the door, her cheek to the solid wood as she held it shut. “I’m worried you might… laugh at me.”

“Trust me: I am not in a laughing mood.”

“See? You’re already upset. What if you get even angrier when I show you?”

“I—” He sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth, willing his temper to die down before he proved her point. “I am not going to be angry,” he promised, once he was sure he could speak without raising his voice. “Now let me in, or I’m going home.” The door finally opened just enough to show a single, beautiful eyeball gazing mournfully at him through the crack.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me.”

“I swear it.” The crack widened until it was just large enough for him to squeeze through. He hesitated only a moment, wondering why she saw fit to hide behind the door instead of greeting him with her usual enthusiasm. Normally she was wont to tackle him the moment he made his presence known, pawing and pouting until he obligingly bent low enough for a kiss. Had something changed? Was she already growing tired of their newly fledged relationship?

Of course not. With a firm shake of his head, he purged the fleeting doubts before they had time to take root. Eve cared for him and valued his good opinion; she would not be so worried about his laughter or his anger, were it not so. And, were she planning to end the relationship today, why would she bother waiting until so late in the evening? Why would she invite him into the comfort and privacy of her own home? She could have just as easily met him at the Courthouse, or the tavern, or the Square. No, she had not called him here for that; though rusty with disuse, his inquisitor’s sense told him something more was at play here.

“D-Don’t turn around just yet.” He obediently stopped in the center of the room, staring at the wide four poster bed on the opposite wall. A white cardboard box lay open at the foot of the bed, tissue paper and ribbons thrown in disarray across the neatly turned bedsheets. His brows creased as he added this new piece of information to the puzzle, newfound curiosity at war with his honor as a knight, a boyfriend, and a man of his word.

“Did you visit the tailor?”

“Well…” Eve shut the door behind him, the lock clicking back into place. “Sort of,” she muttered, creeping up to stand directly behind him. Loose curls tickled his arms as she pressed her forehead against his spine, embracing him from behind. Her forearms were bare, a rare sight for someone so cold-natured.

“May I see?” he asked gently, chaffing the back of her palm with his thumb. She tightened her grip, nails digging into the fabric of his polo shirt. “I did promise,” he reminded her, taking her hand and squeezing it in his own. “There is nothing you could wear that would make me think less of you—unless ‘tis some variation of that absurd outfit Foxy dares to call armor.” The remark earned him a watery chuckle.

“Alright.” She pulled away with a resigned sigh. “Turn around, if you must.”

He turned, fully expecting to see some outlandish, poofy, patterned abomination that would make anyone immediately burst into laughter at a glance. Something with a bustle and petticoats and yards upon yards of neon-colored lace, polka-dots and pinstripes: in short, everything that belonged beneath the wide stripes of a circus tent. In truth he nearly fell to his knees in shock at the sight before him, practically glowing with embarrassment beneath the chandelier. There was lace, to be clear, and it was patterned, but—

“Why—?” he choked, his voice failing him in his astonishment, “W-Why did you think I’d laugh?”

“Because I look ridiculous!” Eve crossed her arms, shaking her head so to better hide her humiliation behind a curtain of dark curls. “I’ve never bought anything like this before, and the lady at the shoppe assured me this was the newest style, but—” She averted her eyes, everything from the tip of her nose to her collarbone mottled with shame. “I look as though I’m wearing my great-grandmother’s lace curtains….”

“You look….” He faltered, uncertain of what he might say to help allay her fears. Stunning? Ethereal? He didn’t want to frighten her off with prose. Beautiful? Mind-blowing? No, she might mistake that for teasing. Gorgeous? Better off sticking to words he could easily spell…. “You look sexy.”

Blathering, brainless idiot! He winced, cursing his tactless tongue. Of all the words in all the dictionaries of the world, he had to go and choose the cheapest, most inefficient, the one that all but stated outright his—

“R-Really? You really think so?” Eve risked a shy glance, peering at him through her eyelashes. “It’s not… you don’t think it’s too much?”

“No, not at all!” he quickly agreed. “It’s… may I have a closer look?”

“I mean… why do you have to ask?” she mumbled, letting her arms fall away reluctantly. “It’s for you, isn’t it?”

“Eh? Is it?”

“Wh— Who else would it be for?!” She glared at him now, further embarrassment fueling her ire. “Aren’t girlfriends supposed to buy cute things to wear for their boyfriends?”

“Hmm? Are they?” he asked absently, his eyes roaming every spare inch of exposed skin and hands fisted at his sides. He didn’t trust himself to touch, at least not until he was acclimated to the sight of her.

Eve wore a lace robe that was clearly meant to be seen through, tied at her waist with a silk ribbon. The white lace formed elegant patterns on her bare skin, the scalloped hem brushing against the tops of her thighs. Beneath the robe she wore a matching black lingerie set, solid fabric edged with more lace. In truth, he was not thinking much about curtains at all. The only thing on his mind was the way the fabric pushed her breasts together, a soft pillow he’d be more than happy to bury his face in. And her thighs on full display, creamy against the pale lace… he cleared his throat, reminding himself to breathe.

“I’ve never bought anything like this before,” she repeated, venturing closer. He reached out, taking the edge of the ribbon and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. “But I used to think about it… before…. Buying something pretty and wearing it to the Courthouse, letting you see and pretending I didn’t notice.” Another step. “I used to wonder what you would think to know the High Inquisitor had a reason to wear lace… and was shameless enough to wear it to work. It would have been our little secret.”

“I never looked under your skirt,” he protested, tugging at the ribbon until the knot slid undone with a whisper of silk.

“Never?”

“Not… intentionally.” Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tugged him until they stood chest to chest, scant layers of cloth and lace separating their bodies. He gulped, praying that she wouldn’t realize just how hard he was beneath his trousers. From the way she pressed herself against him, lifting onto the balls of her feet to grind against his thigh, it definitely had not escaped her notice.

“Want to know another little secret?” Resting her chin on his sternum, she plucked teasingly at his belt. “Every time you caught a little glimpse, it was because I wanted you to see.”

“I… um… I figured as much,” he choked, a blush rising to his own cheeks. He had faced countless foes in the Witch’s Court without batting an eye, his iron will strong despite the challenges. And yet how quickly she could reduce him to a stammering mess, with nothing more than a smile and a flutter of her lashes. It was astounding, and he’d yet to find the magic spell that would stop him from melting into a puddle at her feet.

“Did it make you hard?” she whispered with wicked glee, practically climbing him where he stood. He caught her before she could fall, blushing even harder when she wrapped her bare legs around his waist.

“I-I don’t remember.” For a split second he feared her to be drunk. It wasn’t like her to be so forward with her questions, especially when they had never moved beyond the occasional heavy petting. But there were no empty bottles in sight, and her eyes were clear. If she was drunk on anything, it was on her own renewed confidence. Not that he was complaining….

“Are you hard now?” she purred, toying with his collar. As if she didn’t already know, the clear evidence trapped against her. “You know, I was going to send it back, but if you really like the outfit all that much—”

“Don’t send it back,” he interrupted, adjusting his grip on her thighs as he carried her to the bed. “I like it… but right now, all I can think about is how much I want it off.” It was her turn to be shocked, eyes widening at the blatant confession.

“Then get to work.” He shook his head, his brow creasing as he tried to work out how to lay her on the bed without letting her go flying.

“I know you haven’t forgotten our agreement. Six months of dating before we move to the bedroom.”

“You agreed to it,” she argued, prodding him in the chest with one finger. “Maybe I’ve changed my mind since then.”

“Is that the case?” She nodded. “Well, you may have changed your mind, but I have not. Besides, what’s another four weeks?”

“An eternity!” She was pouting again, refusing to let go even after he laid her gently on the center of the bed. “Will you at least hold me?”

“That, I will do gladly.” He collapsed to the mattress beside her, gathering her in his arms and burying his face in the join of her neck and shoulder. If he played his cards right, he could lull her to sleep with his body heat. What he wouldn’t give to spend the night in this featherdown heaven, fast asleep in the arms of his most beloved angel….

“And kiss me?” Eve was not to be deterred, tugging at his collar until he lifted his head. He kissed her slowly, trying to relax rather than arouse her, but his own body continued to betray him. Against his better judgement he ran his hand down the scratchy lace, finding the scalloped edge and sliding beneath it to better feel her smooth skin. Kissing was still new, and they had only made out twice in their few months of courtship—three times, if they were counting that one frenzied moment in the stairwell of the bell tower. But judging by the eager sounds she was making, and the way she buried her fingers in his hair, he wasn’t doing half bad for himself.

He found her silk-clad breast and squeezed, grinning when she squeaked in surprise. His trousers were tight to the point of pain, but he ignored the discomfort in favor of rolling his thumb over her nipple—something he found she’d rather enjoyed during their last exploration. Immediately she began to squirm, thighs clamped around his leg and nails scratching at his scalp.

“What if—” she gasped as he repeated the motion, grinding hard against his thigh. “What if I were to… to do something and… um… and you watch me?” Her teeth worried her lower lip, back arching as he bent to kiss the hollow of her throat. “Would that break the agreement?”

“Maybe that depends on what you want to do.” He lifted his eyes to hers, heart thudding painfully in his chest. “And to whom.”

“T-To myself.” She carefully pushed him to the side, crawling to the head of the bed and rummaging in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. She glanced over her shoulder at him, waiting for his nod before revealing a slender device. “Do you know what this is?”

“Tis a… erm… a vibrator.” To his credit, he’d taken the initiative to educate himself on the modern world of sex following their sixth month pact. If he planned to be intimate with Eve, he wanted to be as ready as possible for anything she might throw at him. Clearly, the research was to his benefit. He would never have recognized the toy otherwise, or been able to discern its particular use.

“Well?” she asked, when he made no further comment. “Is it cheating?”

“No.” The word left his mouth before he could really consider it. “I mean… what difference does it make? You would use it even if I weren’t here. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise.”

“If that were the case, I don’t know that I’d last six whole—” She stopped, cheeks burning bright red. He watched silently as she fell against the pillows, rolling onto her back and propping up her knees. Despite the comfortable position her body was tensed, eyes swimming with nervous energy as she waited for—what, his signal? Taking pity on her, he pointed to the vibrator in her hand.

“How do you turn it on?”

“Oh, you just—” In the time it took her to flip the switch he was beside her on the bed, leaning with his elbow propped on the same pillow that held her up. She jumped, gazing up at him with a shaky smile that revealed her panic.

“Eve, you don’t have to—” She cut him off with a shake of her head.

“I want to… I do, I’m just… I really haven’t done anything like this before,” she rambled, chewing her kiss swollen lips. “I don’t know how to start.”

“From my understanding—limited though it may be—one simply….” He took her hand in his, the vibrator trapped beneath their laced fingers, trailing down the center of her body. He watched with interest as the hair raised on her arms, a full body shiver running through her as they reached the edge of her panties. His hand stayed above the fabric while hers slipped beneath, fingertips grazing the damp silk before sliding back up to caress her stomach.

“Zack….” He groaned a wordless answer, aching and almost desperate enough to grind against her mattress for some semblance of relief. “Keep watching,” she demanded, pleaded, lifting her hips from the mattress with a whine.

“I am,” he promised hoarsely, teeth at her throat and hand sliding up to tease her breasts again. She gasped, chest heaving as her legs fell apart, and he found himself speaking before he realized it. “Do you think about me? When you do this?”

“Who else would it be?” He hummed noncommittal under his breath, sliding his hand back down to press against hers. The vibration thrummed through his fingers, made stronger by the way she bucked against their combined touch.

“You don’t always have to think of any one person… sometimes you can simply think of nothing at all.”

“Don’t you think of me when—oh—when you’re—”

“Who else?” he parroted, releasing her hand just to see if she would keep the pressure going on her own. She squirmed, thrusting against the air, almost dangerously quiet. “Eve? Breathe!?” She obeyed with a gulp of air, only to hold it again as a fresh wave of sensation caught her by the throat.

“I thought about you even then, before,” he murmured, only half aware that he was even speaking aloud, content to let her chase her pleasure. His attention was solely on the minute changes in her expression, in the way her lashes fluttered and jaw clenched each time his fingers found a new, even more sensitive area to explore. “Every time you flashed me in that short skirt, I thought about you for days and hated myself for it.”

“Don’t.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t hate yourself for it,” she scolded, the words all jumbled together. “I was worse. I did it in the office. At my desk.”

“While I was there?” He nipped at her lips, coaxing her into a deep kiss.

“Sometimes,” she admitted breathlessly, the moment she was able to answer. “I can be quiet.”

“Well… don’t be.” His hand found hers again, pushing hard enough that she lifted from the bed with a sob. “Show me what I’m missing.” She obliged beautifully, grinding against his hand as she unraveled with a cry. He kept his hand tight against hers, kissing every inch of her that he could reach until she twisted away from him, over sensitized. He fumbled with the soaking wet vibrator, finally managing to turn it off.

“…turn, Zack?”

“What?” She opened her arms, beckoning him to join her again with a sleepy, sated smile.

“I asked if you wanted a turn.” Her hand slipped down to the front of his trousers, eyebrows lifting as she squeezed the full length of him for the first time.

“Nice try.” He batted her hand away, kissing her palm even as his body ached for her touch. “But I can take care of myself.”

“Oh… can I watch?”

#30 day otp challenge #barnlaw #plvsaa #my writing #zacharias barnham #eve belduke

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questioned-quetzalcoatl · 2 years

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30 Days of OTP - Day 13, Eating Ice Cream

Rating: K

Verse: Canon

AN: In which James and Kainga attempt to share an ice cream. It gets messy very fast.

"What do you mean you’ve never had ice-cream before?” James shrieked when Kainga told him the most blasphemous thing he’d ever heard. All Kainga did was look up at him from his picnic blanket in the sand that he was sat comfortably on. He soon had to look down however as the bare tanned and rather hairy chest of James was getting a little too much for him to handle after he stared for a little too long. The Kiwi was drenched with water, after all he'd been out here surfing the entire day and Kainga hid the fact he was rather impressed by it but the wipeouts he suffered gave him great fits of giggles when he watched James get thrown off his board.

"I have eaten it before, I just haven't had it in a while." Kainga said cautiously. "Ice cream is something for special occasions, at least back home. We make our own with the cattle's milk and freshly picked berries from the farm. So we don't supply it as much-" he stated with a huff, holding onto his sunhat before it blew away in the costal breeze. "Also you're blocking my sun, and making the blanket all wet."

The way James shuffled his feet with a nervous cough showed that he knew he was in trouble. His attitude soon switched up however as the Kiwi threw on a raggy grey singlet of his favorite band and scruffled his hair dry, shaking it off in the same fashion a wet dog would. Kainga seethed back when a few spatters of saltwater landed on his face. "JAMES!" he hissed and wafted him away with his hand. James laughed loudly.

"C'mon! We're going for Ice cream!" He helped the Tongan to his feet, hardly able to contain his excitement with the bright beam across his face. Kainga knew he couldn't argue when he was as happy as this, and ice cream did sound like a real good idea right now, something to help cool off under the New Zealand's summer scorch. Kainga laughed gently with his hand in James's and the other holding his sunhat on his head as he was pulled through the dunes where the sand got swallower. Surrounded by chartreuse yellow-green scrubs of bush that peeked out from windblown golden sand path that slowly faded into grass beneath his bare feet.

He reminded himself to never let James decide anything for himself, it always left them stood here for what felt like a millennia with James choosing what flavor he wanted. In the end, getting a double scoop of his infamous Hokey Pokey flavor for them to share. Consisting of plain vanilla ice cream with small, solid lumps of honeycomb toffee. Hokey pokey is the New Zealand term for honeycomb toffee, he knew that as James proceeded to not shut up about it. "Did you know there's also a dance called the Hokey Pokey?"

"Start dancing and I'll shove this into your face." Kainga eyed the obnoxiously large double scoop of ice cream he held in his hand with suspicion before tentatively taking a lick. James grinned victoriously as Kainga yelped with the sudden epiphany that ice cream was good.

"See? I told you it was good!" James sang happily as Kainga took another, more generous lick. "Careful though. If you go too fast you’ll get brain freeze."

As if summoned by James’s warning, Kainga felt the sharp stab of pain associated with a headache. His hand flew to his head and he groaned. James laughed in good humor before sympathetically licking the melted ice cream dripping onto his hand. Wrapping his fingers around Kainga's fingers and the cone itself as he leaned down to try some again. Kainga suddenly flushed rather deeply before a warm grin spread across his face. He laughed out "Careful it's melting!"

He knew all too well James was a messy eater, the way he sloppily licked at the side of the cone to try and stop the dripping at its source. Hunched over slightly so he could get a better stance and taste around it, it worked with Kainga's height who helped aid him by holding it out. Only succeeding in it dripping down his own fingers now, both of their hands covered in melted ice cream and James with it all over his face, sticking to the individual hairs that grew across his face. Finally, he'd managed to clean it all up again, pulling back before licking his fingers with a smirk. "Hmhm...delicious.~" he paused and cleaned his sticky hands on his singlet. "There, all clean! Oh! I missed a spot!"

James leaned down again to give the tip of Kainga's nose another sloppy kiss with a hint of his tongue there too, he really thought he could get away with that. Kainga blushed and bashfully thanked James before focusing back on his ice cream. James, apparently in a playful mood, helped him out by licking at the other side of the cone. Kainga had to blush every time James’s tongue brushed against his ‘accidentally’ but he made no move to pull away.

"James, you've got it all over your face." Kainga pointed out teasingly, crossing his arms with a halfhearted attempt at modesty. With James now holding the half eaten ice cream, Kainga could place his hands where ever he pleased. Right now, that was on James's chest, standing up on his tippy toes as he used the New Zealander for balance. Giving him a rather surprising glance as the Tongan proceeded to fully lick the ice cream off his face cheekily. His hands moving from his chest to the curve of his neck as he continued. He knew he'd cleaned him thoroughly when he could taste the leftover Marmite in his beginnings of a beard from this mornings breakfast.

James's surprised fluster soon turned steamy enough to melt the ice cream he was holding. When most of the ice cream was gone, they both abandoned the cone to have an impromptu make out session. "Yer seem to really like it all over me face love~"

"Maybe I like my ice cream with a hint of Kiwi on it~" Kainga murmured against his lips.

#30 days of zeaonga #hetalia #aph new zealand #aph tonga #zeaonga #hws new zealand #aph #hetalia oc #hws tonga #ao3 fanfic #30 day otp challenge

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oliroha · 2 months

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Day 30 - Happy Valentine’s Day! 💗

THANK YOU EVERYONE! 💙❤️

#vocaloid #oliroha #vocaloid oliver #vocatone oliver #nekomura iroha #猫村いろは #30 day otp challenge #vocaloid fanart

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416lottie · 11 months

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Here it is... the LAST of my 30-Day OTP challenge drawings, now in full color. Saved the best for last (even though it was actually only day 26 out of 30 for some reason.)

You can view the entire challenge here, or view the original Day 26 (line art only) here.

(Big thanks to Obsidian Dawn for the lace photoshop patterns.)

#trigun #millywood #wolfwood x milly #nicholas d. wolfwood #Milly Thompson #otp #30 day otp challenge #getting married #marriage #wedding #bride #groom

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ellie-e-marcovitz · 2 years

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To Remember Me By

T - Token. Person A gives person B and/or C+ something of theirs. Or arcade tokens. Or both?

June, 1991

I was conducting some of the chaos, as trunks were moved down to the station, and the first years were gently herded down to the boathouse to go across the lake again.

I felt a little like an orchestra conductor, pointing people to the places they needed to go, the majority towards the train station, along with their various creatures in hand.

The seventh years were off to one side of the chaos, exchanging addresses and other little tokens of each other. Corey was off, down at the station, helping get everything and everyone on the train.

Time wore on and the seventh years filtered down to the station, with me and some friends snagging the last carriage. It was mostly low murmurs between us, the shock that we’d finished our last year at Hogwarts not quite setting in yet.

A prod to my arm brought me out of my thoughts. “Here, Ellie.” I jerked, before looking over. It was Charlie, holding out something for me. I took it.

It was a dragon scale, though one I could maybe recognise, but the name was escaping my memory.

“It’s an Antipodean Opaleye scale,” he explained, and I grinned.

“You remembered…”

He gave a toothy grin, before pulling me close. “Course I remembered. And it’s even one that Ngaire shed recently.”

I gave a contented hum at the closeness, before raising both eyebrows. “Really?” That explained the residual warmth, as I gently and carefully examined the hardened keratin scale. It glittered slightly in the dappled sunlight, as the carriage moved by the edge of the forest.

Before long, the feeling of the carriage stopping brought us back to reality and we reluctantly hopped down.

#year 7 sneak peek #fic #30 day otp challenge #otp prompt list #otp: science and magic #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling

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decibelcoatl · 2 years

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