#I DID NOT EXPECTED ANYONE TO BE THAT INTERESTED IN HIM

[widgits]

“Go with them,” she commanded Ser Jorah.

“As you command.” The knight gave her a curious look. “You are your brother’s sister, in truth.” 

“Viserys?” She did not understand. 

“No,” he answered. “Rhaegar.” He galloped off.

incredibly messy drawing but the few times the rhaegar and dany dynamic/parallels are discussed are so interesting to me!!

[linagram]

[ 𝚔𝚎𝚒'𝚜 𝚝𝟷 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

his vd is here, everyone. the most problematic male prisoner so far's vd.

just so you know, i feel like the universe itself didn't want me to write his voice drama. the power went out like two times while i was trying to write it, uni is killing me and i also had to rewrite his voice drama multiple times.

i'll be so surprised if anyone votes him innocent tbh 😭😭 the original version of his voice drama was supposed to make him look more sympathetic, but that scene was deleted because 1) his vd would end up being way too long and 2) i had to stop myself from revealing too much kei lore, like this is only the first trial! the original version was also supposed to reveal more information about kei and eiji's parents and i also had to delete that, again, it would just be too long and it would look like i was trying to give you reasons to vote him innocent. (and i'm not doing that! do what you want with him <3)

also this voice drama mentions those other crimes kei committed before milgram and. um. yeah, they're bad. i don't want to spoil anything, so just know that there will be mentions of torture, they're not detailed though. there's also a mention of kei getting injured thanks to eiji. again, it's not detailed and the injury isn't that serious. (also warning for kei refusing to accept that eiji and miki are not a couple and just being his usual self. you know what i mean /lh)

(divider link)

(sounds of footsteps)

Miki: Hey, Eiji-san..

Miki: That next prisoner.. he's your brother, isn't he?

Miki: I mean, you both have the same last name and you look alike, so..

Eiji: Yes, he is my brother.

Miki: Ah, I see-

Miki: Wait, REALLY??

Eiji: But even though we're related, it doesn't mean that I will forgive him that easily.

Miki: But.. He's your family..

Eiji: Well, I don't consider him my family. I don't see my own parents as my family either.

Miki: Were they.. um, bad people?

Eiji: .. Yeah. The worst.

Miki: .. I'm sorry.

Eiji: It's fine. I'm just happy that Milgram gave me an opportunity to punish this guy for ruining my life.

Miki: But Eiji-san.. We are supposed to judge them for their crimes.

Miki: We can't judge them for something that's not the reason why they're here.

Miki: Like, for example, maybe that prisoner really was a bad person, but what if his crime is actually forgivable? We can't just vote everyone guilty based on their personality-

Eiji: I know this guy better than you do.

Eiji: And let me tell you, he does deserve the worst and most painful death.

Miki: Was he the one who did.. this to you?

Eiji: ...

Eiji: Even if I tell you the truth, you will still try to defend him.

Miki: I will defend all the prisoners until I actually see why they're guilty and why they deserve to be punished. Until that, I will try my best to understand their motives and reasons!

Eiji: .. It's only the fifth interrogation, but you've already changed so much.

Miki: T-thank you, I guess?

Eiji: It's time. I hope you're ready to meet him.

(door opens)

Kei: Oh! Here you are!

Kei: You really kept me waiting, you know.

Eiji: Get your feet off the table.

Kei: Yep, it really is my dear brother.

Eiji: And is that a milkshake?..

Kei: Yeah, a strawberry one. Want some?

Eiji: Where did you get that-

Eiji: Oh.

Kei: I made a request and this adorable little guard gladly agreed to get it for me!

Eiji: .. Gladly?

Miki: Uh-

Miki: W-well, y-you see..

Eiji: (to Kei) What did you do?

(sounds of Miki still trying to explain herself)

Kei: Nothing, really. I just smiled at her and told her she's the only one who can help me and that's it.

Kei: And why are you so nervous? Really, I should be more nervous than you.

Eiji: Yeah, I'm literally about to vote you guilty and punish you for every single thing you've done.

Kei: No, no, I'm not talking about that!

Eiji: And what are you talking about then?

Kei: Well, now my plan is ruined.

Eiji: .. What plan?

Kei: Oh, I just thought that maybe I can try to seduce the guards so that they vote me innocent, but then I found out that the guards are actually my own brother and some high school student who turned 18 recently, so..

Kei: Yeah, that's not gonna work.

Kei: But judging by your partner's reaction-

Eiji: If you do anything to her, I'll forget about the whole "three trials" system and I'll just kill you right after the first trial.

Kei: Hey, I literally just told you that I'm not gonna do anything to your girlfriend, so calm down!

Eiji: SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!

Kei: ...

Miki: ...

Kei: .. Then who is she to you?

Kei: It's impossible for her to be anyone else to you. You know, she's a cute girl and she's always with you, of course, you'd start falling in love with her sooner or later!

Eiji: You don't even know what it's like to love someone.

Kei: Of course I do-

Eiji: Not in that way.

Kei: .. Fine, you win.

Eiji: Let's just get started before I smash that glass over your head.

Kei: Woah, scary~

Eiji: So, Prisoner 005.. Sanada Kei, 25 years old.

Kei: That's me!

Kei: (to Miki) Wait, no, actually, did you know that I'm the younger brother and Eiji is the older one?

Miki: Really??

Eiji: Don't believe a word he says. He loves to lie just to mess with people.

Kei: You are no fun at all.

Miki: Actually, Eiji-san..

Miki: Do you mind if I'll be the one asking questions this time?

Eiji: Huh? Why?

Miki: I just.. don't want you to get too emotional. I think it wouldn't be fair if you were the one judging your brother.

Eiji: But I-

Eiji: What are you talking about? You know that I will judge him fairly!

Kei: Oh, I would love to talk to your partner more, Eiji! You get kinda boring sometimes.

Miki: Hehe..

Miki: U-um, first of all, Sanada-san-

Kei: Just call me by my first name. Me and Eiji are brothers, so like, it can get confusing.

Miki: O-okay then. So, do you like this place? Is it comfortable?

Kei: Are you worried about me? That's so kind of you!

Kei: Well, I'm not really happy about the fact that I'm in prison, but wow, I don't know who's responsible for all this, but they really brought some of the hottest people I've ever seen to this place.

Kei: Like, have you seen Eiko? Or Shun?

Kei: Yurika is beautiful too, but.. we don't get along well, haha.

Eiji: Do you even have any friends here?

Kei: Of course I do! I've already mentioned Shun and Eiko and I'm very close with them! I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that they're actually in love with me.

Kei: Oh, I'm close with the younger prisoners too! I'm basically their older brother figure or something.

Eiji: .. Really?

Kei: Akio can say whatever he wants, but he really does trust me. I'm the only prisoner who knows some of his darkest secrets, hehe~

Kei: And me and Riku are so similar! Haha, he really reminds me of my younger self.

Miki: I see.. I'm glad to hear that you like it here.

Miki: Okay, second question. I don't remember Eiji-san mentioning it, but.. what do you do for a living?

Eiji: ...

Kei: Oh, well, I'm just a photographer-

Miki: Really? That's so cool, I can definitely imagine you being one!

Kei: I'll take that as a compliment. But to be honest, I'm.. not exactly proud of working for fashion magazines and most of my "normal" photos.

Kei: I'm more proud of working for my father's friend!

Eiji: Wait, you still work for-

Miki: Oh, is it because they're someone famous?

Kei: .. I wouldn't say that. It's actually better for his identity to stay unknown.

Miki: Why though?

Eiji: Because that friend of our father is a criminal who kidnaps people and tortures them.

Eiji: A-and then Kei takes photos of them while he does so and that man either keeps the photos for himself or sells them to other.. monsters like him.

Miki: .. What?

Kei: Man, when you say it like that, it sounds like something illegal. Just so you know, all of my.. uh, "models" are still alive!

Eiji: Yeah, they're alive, but I'm sure most of them are now missing at least one body part!

Kei: Hey, it's not my fault that people like those photos so much. I just do it for the money, it's not like I have a choice-

Eiji: Don't even try lying to us, you just do it because you enjoy it! You're not any better than him!

Kei: Well, what's so wrong with me liking my job? You enjoy being a prison guard and torturing people and I enjoy taking pictures of people while they're being tortured! We both suck, let's admit it.

Eiji: .. But I-

Kei: What, are you trying to say that you don't like making people suffer? Come on, everyone can hear other prisoners' screams when you interrogate them. I definitely heard Shun begging you to let him go earlier. Why would you be so cruel to him if you didn't like hurting people?

Kei: Ah.. You're just trying to act more like me, aren't you? You're just scared, aren't you? You don't know what to do, you're lost, you're confused, and now you have to judge your own brother! Of course, you have no other choice but to act like your older brother who is so much stronger and braver than you!

(sound of glass breaking)

Kei: .. Well, this is a new one. Usually I'm the one who makes people cry and I never end up being the one in pain, but I'm open to new experiences.

Eiji: I just thought it would be nice to change things up.

Miki: EIJI-SAN, WHY DID YOU DO THIS?

Miki: Kei-san's hand is bleeding and I don't have anything to-

Kei: Please, don't worry about me, I'm fine. I have a very high pain tolerance.

Kei: Unlike my little brother~

Eiji: YOU-

Kei: Haha, what are you gonna do next? Come on, show me what you've got! You want to be as strong as me, right? Then act like it!

(sounds of Eiji standing up and walking closer to Kei)

Kei: What, are you going to slap me or-

Kei: ...

Kei: W-why is everything so colorless now?..

Kei: I don't want to live in a world like this..

Kei: Hey, give my sunglasses back.

Eiji: Make me.

Kei: Come on, you're just acting like a child right now. I said, give them back.

Eiji: Nope.

Kei: WEREN'T YOU TAUGHT TO LISTEN TO WHAT YOUR OLDER BROTHER SAYS?

Kei: Ah-

Kei: So I can't even touch you, huh?

Kei: So boring..

Miki: Wait, so this means.. We're allowed to do whatever we want while the prisoners aren't able to do anything to fight back?

Eiji: Sounds fun.

Kei: Heh, you really did turn into a younger version of me.

Eiji: S-shut up!..

Kei: How interesting.. So, you can either vote me innocent to protect me like you always did in the past or you can vote me guilty just to see me cry and make me apologize to you.

Kei: I wonder what you will choose.

Eiji: I've already told you that I will vote you guilty no matter what.

Kei: Sure, say whatever you want. But remember one thing..

Kei: If you vote me guilty just because you want to see me suffer, that means you really are just like me.

Eiji: !..

Kei: *laughs* Finally! This is the face I wanted to see so much!

Miki: Eiji-san, are you okay?

Eiji: Just a reminder that I still have your sunglasses and I can break them right now.

Kei: .. See? We really are alike.

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Miki: Wait! Kei-san, I don't know what's going on and I don't know anything about your relationship with Eiji-san..

Miki: But please, tell us at least something about your crime! Just why are you here?

Eiji: That doesn't matter-

Miki: IT MATTERS TO ME!

Eiji: ...

Kei: .. So like, is she the one who's more dominant or-

Miki: Tell us about your crime. Now.

Miki: If you do, maybe I'll be able to change your brother's mind. And you want to be voted innocent, right?..

Kei: .. *laughs* Wow, Eiji, your girlfriend is insane.

Kei: Fine, I'll give you a hint. Just give me my sunglasses back. I don't feel like myself when I'm not wearing them.

Kei: Oh, and make my dear brother vote me innocent, of course.

Miki: Eiji-san, sunglasses.

Eiji: You're really gonna let him-

Miki: Do you want to learn more about his crime or not?

Eiji: ...

(sounds of Eiji's footsteps)

Kei: Thank you~

Kei: Ah, I feel so much better with them.

Kei: So, about my crime. Haha, I wonder what my video will show.

Kei: But anyway, here's your hint! Look at my uniform. Look at it very carefully.

Miki: What do you mean by that?

Eiji: You're just trying to fool us, aren't you?

Kei: Okay, then, Eiji, do you remember what you said earlier?

Kei: My name, my age.. what else?

Eiji: "Sanada Kei, 25 years old"..

Eiji: Listen, I don't have time for this.

Eiji: Let's just finish this already.

Kei: Well, I tried my best to help you.

Kei: So, Eiji.. Vote me innocent, just like a good older brother that you've always wanted to be, would.

Kei: Or vote me guilty and accept your defeat-

Eiji: PRISONER 005, KEI, SING YOUR SINS!

Miki: "Prisoner 005".. IT WAS "PRISONER 005"!

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[daydreamerdrew]

Iron Man (1968) #50

[risingsunresistance]

rookidee/corvisquire/corviknight arent native to this region, but phil gave him an egg from his partner pokemon during a visit and now he uses that to fly around :]

[nomouthtospeakof]

okay full disclosure i do not know NEARLY enough about sebastian to make real meta about him, i have his dlc but i’ve only played through da2 once and i didn’t really pay attention to him (sorry seb i really do wanna like you and i don’t even have religious trauma i think so idk why your specific brand of piety makes me SO uncomfortable)

BUT. is it just me or is there a pretty distinct similarity between his and dorian’s backstories. like there’s a lot of parallels and then there’s some interesting inverses too.

like...... son of a ruling noble, parents don’t favor him and think he’s embarrassing and a disappointment, grew up pampered and hedonistic and maybe a little bit of an asshole. sent to catholic school/the monastery to reel him in and get him to calm tf down.

they both fucking hate it at first, but it works on sebastian while dorian flees and goes on a bender. they both have a mentor that takes them under their wing and serves as possibly a sorta parental figure. alexius at least in the beginning is genuinely good to dorian from everything we know while elthina sucks from the beginning, but in the end they both end up trying to pull them into their cults beliefs and goals and convince them what they’re doing is the right thing. again, this works on sebastian, but not on dorian.

also i think it’s funny that elthina gets sebastian to do the absolute bare minimum (if even that) and act like that’s the most that they can/should do, and meanwhile alexius tries to get dorian to literally tear apart spacetime and join a cult and murder people because that’s the least they can do for felix.

[kindahoping4forever]

Super compilation of Ashton performing with Heaven Electric (featuring clips from drummereyesafi, marvpay x x, chelseacalexander, moongxrl, jonobareford, gvbrielak)

[mushroom-winners-proof]

KH3 had a lot of missed opportunities. But I only wanted two scenes: a conversation between Riku and Ansem before the final battle. Kind of along the lines of the Lea and Saix talk. Actually it was very odd he didn't sneak off once to go pester Riku but I digress. I think it would have made Ansem's goodbye a lot more impactful.

The second I guess is more of an expansion of their Dialogue in Re:Mind between Terra and Riku. It would have been nice if Terra expressed more remorse. Like can imagine the guilt he must have felt only being able to watch as Ansem used him to hurt his successor? But then showing pride for Riku not only overcoming but making the darkness his own power.

yeah no youre hella right ! like for how emo i get bout ansem's good bye in KH3 as is, i do wish ansem and riku had more time alone to actually build up a semblance of a relationship aside from riku being ansem's vessel. especially when riku says he's going to miss him when all we've seen is riku be agitated or tired of him. it would have made the good bye a bit stronger on my heart when i have an identifiable reason why riku would be at all upset, never mind miss him when hes just been trouble for him. not to mention when ansem confesses that he already knew about the betrayal: if he was already willing to go down guns blazing, then why not at least talk to the only one who you've vaguely had a cordial relationship with one last time before you go. DEFINITELY would've made me act like a little baby and i would be blogging about it to this day

and terra having to acknowledge he was the guardian was definitely a thing we should've seen period. i mean we know he's the guardian and we know he was forced to do everything it did, but the fact we dont really see him grapple with the harm he inadvertedly caused is kind of a let down. it was nice that terra and riku got to have a moment at all though ! i think we all were waiting for a scene where they got to properly meet and talk since bbs, so i'm glad re:mind at least gave us a sweet moment like that (especially when terra's all 'i'm not telling you' to ventus- it's really cute how it paralleled riku acting similarly to sora in bbs after his encounter with terra)

[babyybitchhh]

I’m very pleased to see Gojo NOT in the number one spot for the JJK popularity poll. 😂 Also super happy Suguru ranked that high, as he absolutely should. I consider this an overall win tbh

[herrlichersonnigertag]

yes im convinced everyone i meet is in love with me, but also I’m right

[duskbat]

[jackymedan]

GUUUYYYYSSSSSSSSS- LOOK AT THIS A++ FOX NAPOLEON PLUSHIE I FOUND!!!!

He’s So Fluffy and Soft and Perfect and Pocket!Illya loves him too <333 obviously I had to find him a flower and make him his own badge and ring right away :’)))

[tangyangie]

— 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐊 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒!!

we all know that saiki isn't too excited when it comes to romance.

so... how did he land you? he doesn't know either. all he does know is that you're the only person he'd actually accept romantic gestures from.

hugs, kisses, cuddling—don't expect him to jump into it suddenly at the beginning of the relationship. he'll definitely need some time do do these things, if he'd do them at all.

but, once he does sort of settle down, he basically lets you do whatever you want. so what if you're harassing him? he prefers it be you over anyone else.

and maaaybe he's okay with cuddles. a little bit. he gravitates towards you in his sleep.

cafe dates!! or, anything with sweets, at all. take him to hershey park, for all he cares—as long as he gets to buy all some candy.

he watches your TV shows with you. he does his best not to get spoiled, and if he does, then he keeps it from you and acts like he wasn't.

he takes interest in the things you like. the music genres you prefer, your favorite hobbies, and so on. unless it involves bugs, he'll probably give what you like a chance.

he tells you about his powers eventually. he doesn't really know how he expects you to act, but he definitely doesn't expect you to just shrug it off. which is exactly what you did.

"you're a what, now?"

"a psychic."

"oh. you're serious?"

"...yes."

"oh.. cool."

please buy him coffee jelly. one second of seeing him in pure bliss is filled with enough joy to last you ten lifetimes.

one time, you tried feeding him coffee jelly while making an airplane "brrrr" sound. you did the whole, "here comes the airplane!!" as you'd spin around and twist the spoon until it came to a rest in saiki's mouth.

"and... that was supposed to taste better, how?"

"it just does. i don't make the rules."

you will playfully flirt with him all the time. doesn't mean he'd respond, but he tolerates it.

from time to time, he may humor you with a quick remark to counter your statements. but, it's always out of the blue, and always will leave your face feeling like an oven with your jaw dropped.

if you think he's one to do it in public, though, then you're crazy. pda is a big no-no.

you got him a pair of sunglasses once, and he stared dead in your eyes (with his glasses on). he asked you why you thought he needed it, and you responded that they were for when his green glasses got tired.

he blinked slowly, shook his head, and ruffled your hair. (it was an excuse to wear his glasses for a bit. don't think he wouldn't read your mind. not like he can help it, anyways.)

if you're cold in public, he stands near you and uses his pyrokinesis to warm you up, and may hold your hand. in secret only. if you tell anyone, his hand in yours is as good as gone.

he doesn't really get jealous. he's fine with being alone, but if you ask him to come along, he most likely won't say no. but if teruhashi is coming along, forget about it.

you play with his hands. like... i can just imagine gently grabbing his fingers and bending them like a seesaw or a bicycle.

he makes you come with him to take care of yuuta, hoping you don't have a resemblance to anyone else in cyborg cyder man no.2, or else yuuta will be all over you.

notes: okay guys 5 finals to go 🫡

[loudanqueer]

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[maybankswhore]

“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄.” “𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃.”

PAIRING: jj maybank x reader.

SUMMARY: you’re always there when he needs you.

jj hadn’t talked to you in weeks. he knew it was wrong. to just , disappear the way he did. but he couldn’t keep doing it. the whole ‘relationship’ thing. it wasn’t that he didn’t love you , because , fuck , did he love you. but he loved you too much.

he loved you in the way he searched for your face in everyone he came across. always scanning for the familiarity of you in crowds. he loved you in the way that his heart would race when you held his hand , dragging him along the shore of the beach rambling about your special interests. holding on to every word , storing it in a part of his brain that he specifically reserved for you and everything you loved or didn’t.

he loved you so much to the point that it fucking petrified him.

and so jj did was jj was the best at— ignoring the problem and hope it goes away.

he thought he could just ignore you , forget you. erase the mere memory of ever coming across you.

he didn’t want to. he knew he didn’t. and if he thought about it too long he’d cry and cry like a little boy , clutching onto himself to help self sooth the pain he had inflicted onto himself.

it was better this way. he told himself over and over. that’s what he told john b when he was confronted about your absence. that’s what he told pope who could tell he missed you dearly. he repeated it to kiara who’d scold him about ghosting you.

this way he was in control of when it ended. you didn’t have the chance to leave him , to hurt him.

to abandon him.

and maybe that’s why he was so angry.

so angry to the point that all of that sadness and hurt mixed together and blinded him from the matter at hand.

so angry he’d get into a fight at the country club and earn himself a cell to sit and think about what he did.

jj was leaning against the wall , eyes closed as he hummed some tune to distract him from what was happening all around him.

“maybank!”

his eyes shot up at the officer who looked at him in a way that made his skin crawl and eyes roll. eyebrows up , he cocked his head to the side. “yes?”

the officer unlocked the cell door and moved back , glaring at the young troublemaker. “you’re free to go. ride’s here.”

jj jumped up triumphantly , saluting him in the process. he had expected john b or pope waiting for him outside , anyone really. anyone but you.

as he walked outside and saw you leaning against your car with your eyes wide with worry , he froze in his spot. immediately his heart thumped in his chest. looking around , there was nobody else around.

“y/n?” he said lowly , cheeks flushing in embarrassment. one because he hadn’t spoken to you in weeks and two because the first time he’d speak to you after those weeks were from him being thrown in jail for fighting.

your head perked up at your name , relief flashing over you. you practically ran towards him , throwing arms around his shoulders instinctively. “jj! i was so worried about you. i-i heard about what happened and they called me because i was on your emergency list and everyone else was busy when i called so—”

“you came?” jj’s hands were frozen at his side , his chest hammering into his head. “but-”

“you called.” you pulled away and gave him a small smile. “and i’ll always answer when it’s you.”

the weight of your words hit him harder than he had ever felt before. he had always been so used of being alone , or falling into john b and pope’s arms because the pogue’s were all he had— but maybe he did have you. maybe. . . maybe you wouldn’t leave.

jj held back the tears he felt begging to flow , and his arms felt like jelly as he wrapped them around your waist and held him to you tightly. your hair still smelled the same , you still scrunched the fabric of his shirt in your hands when you hugged him.

“i’m sorry , y/n.” jj mumbled into your hair , sniffling just a bit— holding onto his composure. “i didn’t want you to leave me.” he choked back a sob as he confessed all what he had been feeling , all what he was too scared to say then. “and i know that it was selfish and i know i don’t deserve for you to be here right now but i’m so fucking scared and i hate being scared.”

you sighed. you couldn’t say you weren’t mad or upset that jj hadn’t talked to you sooner , that he just stopped answering your calls and messages.

but jj was different. and he was special. and you knew he had never been loved the right way. and you couldn’t blame him for wanting to protect himself.

you rubbed your hand down his back soothingly , fisting the fabric of shirt. “it’s okay.” you assured him. “i’m not mad at you anymore.”

jj pulled away and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand quickly. “you should be. you should hate me.”

“i could never hate you.” you shook your head , cupping his cheek gently to avoid touching the bruised parts. “i missed you.”

jj held onto your hand that held his cheek , kissing the palm of it softly. “i missed you. . .”

you looked into his eyes and saw how he looked at you. and he didn’t need to say it.

you could be patient.

“let’s get you home , j.”

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Flower Crowns

masterlist

pairing: harry potter x female reader

warnings: kissing, jily 2.0, fluff, flirty harry

summary: you were quite popular among the wizards and witches in the school, you had many admirers but none of them were like harry potter

a/n: harry would honestly be such a perfect boyfriend

song: i was made for lovin’ you - kiss

It was your sixth year at Hogwarts, today was your first day back after summer. Seated at the Slytherin table with some of your friends, you were in a conversation about what everyone did over the summer. 

As you were about to tell them about the trip you took, you hear a throat being cleared from behind you. You turn around as your friends look up and roll there eyes. 

“Hello, darling,” Harry grins while plopping himself on the bench with little room next to you.

“Potter,” you nod looking him over.

“How is it you’ve gotten even more beautiful over the summer,” he sighs dreamily. Your friends moved down the table more since they were tired of this routine. You look at them with betrayal as they just smile and shrug. 

“What is it you came over here for?” you dont know why you bother asking at this point, you already know whats coming. 

“Well, love, I came to ask you if you would go out with me this weekend,” he winks. You glace over his shoulder to see a Hermione sighing and a grinning Ron. 

“Sorry, Potter, but I’m going to have to decline your offer,” you said looking back at him. He’s use to you saying no, like how it has been for the past four years. He still trys all the time, he has never done anything with another person either. He is so set on you being for him that he is disgusted at the thought of being with anyone else that isn’t you. 

In the summer before second year, he went back home and told his parents about you. He would somehow have a way to bring you up everyday, while he blushing thinking about you. James would always grin at Lily while lifting his eyebrows up and down. She would roll her eyes as James starts to tell him about how to get you to take interest in him. 

Taking his dads advice, he would buy you little things at least twice a week, give you compliments every time he saw you, and many more things. 

One time during fourth year, he saw you walking around alone at the Quidditch World Cup. You were in a somewhat long silk green dress that complimented your body perfectly. You had some light makeup and your hair styled back.  He told the Weasleys and Hermione to go on and that he would joining them in a few minutes. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” Harry greets you while letting his eyes roam all over you in adoration. You glance over at him, taking in his messy hair and him in general. You would be lying if you were to say that he was not attractive, anyone could see that. 

“Potter, how are you?” 

“I'm perfect after seeing you, you look stunning” he smiles.

You blushed and looked away trying to hide your light pink cheeks. Although he most definitely saw, he felt like the happiest person ever. This was the first time he was able to make you blush.

“Thank you, I suppose you don’t look bad yourself,” you tell him while the corners of your mouth lift up a bit. 

He could have fainted right there, he started to stutter as he wasn’t expecting that. 

“I best be off, Potter. My family is waiting for me, I’ll see you soon,” you wave at the blushing boy as you start walking back. 

“I- uhm- brilliant!” That day he went to back to the Weasley’s tent as he told them about what happened. They all teased him about his massive crush as was still in a daze. It was truly astonishing how one sentence from you could lead him to act like this. 

Another time was last year, fifth year, when you had gotten detention with Umbridge. You were walking back to the common room with tears stinging your eyes. Umbridge had you stay much longer than you thought because of your “innappropriote behavior”. Apparently, speaking the truth is innappropriote now. As you were turing you almost crashed into someone. You look up to see a worried Harry Potter looking down at you. 

“I’m sorry, Potter. Excuse me,” you excuse yourself trying to go around him. Before you can, he gently grabs your waist and turns you to face him again. 

“Hold on, darling. Why are you crying, did something happen?” 

You couldn’t hold in the pain anymore. You started crying while grabbing onto Harry. His arms quickly wrapped around your waist. 

“Shh, love. Tell me whats wrong,” he whispers while using one hand to play with your hair. 

“I- um- had detention, with Umbridge,” he looks confused so you take a step back an slowly hold your left arm out. 

He was still confused for a second before looking at your hand. He was fuming, he saved his anger for now and decided to comfort you right now. He also felt such sadness that anyone would hurt an angel like you. 

“She did this to you?” he asked while sounding like he was about to cry. You nod, with some tears still streaming down your face. Oh how we wished he was able to kiss them away. 

“Come on love, I’ll take you to Hermione… she is much better at healing spells than me,” he informs you while gently pulling you towards the Gryffindor common room.

It was pretty late, so the room was empty when you both arrived. Except for Ron and Hermione who were arguing on the couch. They never had anything against you, even though you were a Slytherin, you had never participating in any of the bullying that a lot of other Slytherins did. You even scolded Malfoy when he called Hermione a Mudblood. 

Since that day you became somewhat friends with the girl, ignoring the looks of disgust from others in your house. 

When the two gryffindors looked up and saw you crying with distraught Harry, their argument quickly ended as they rushed over to you both.

“What happened, y/n? Harry?” Hermione says worridly. 

You tell them what happened, and they were just as mad as Harry. They tried to get rid of the writing on your hand but it would not go away. So Hermione decided she would just take the pain away for now. You thanked her with a hug and said goodnight as her and Ron went to their rooms. 

You turned to Harry and noticed how close your faces were, you glanced down at at his lips almost leaning in when you heard a bang from the dormitory making you both jump. 

“I- uh- should get back. Thank you, Potter,” you smile, quickly giving him a peck on the cheek before rushing out and leaving you both a blushing mess. 

Harry was left standing there as he lifted his hand to his red cheeks where your lips were. “What a girl,” he mumbled walking up the stairs. 

Back to present times, Harry got back up from his seat and looked down to you. “I’ll suppose I’ll have to try again tommorow, pretty,” he grins walking back to his seat. 

You blush lightly before picking up your things to head to your first class. The professor ended up assigning seats, and to Harrys luck, he was partnered with you for the year. 

“It’s meant to be, love,” he says as he leans back into his seat. 

“You wish, Potter,” you smile at him. 

“Yes, I do wish,” he grins looking at your eyes. 

After a long day of beginning of the year speeches, you were finally able to plop onto your bed and sleep. You look over to your friend, Daphne Greengrass, she was one of the only tolerable Slytherins in your opinion. 

“It’s adorable how much Potter loves you,” she laughs laying in bed. 

“Pfft, don't be ridiculous Daphne. He doesn't love me,” you shake your head. 

“He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world,” she giggles.  

“Hm”

You decided to drop the conversation, you closed your eyes and fell asleep. Later the next day, you were in the forbidden forest. Around a year ago, you found a place with a pretty flower field that was closed off. You come here often, as far as you know, you’re the only one who knows about it. 

You started to weave a flower crown out of a few lovely flowers you picked. You finished it and put it on as you hear meows from behind you. You turn around a squeal as you pick up the kitten and started to play with her (you checked the gender). 

You were unaware of Harry who was on his was to you after using the Mauraders Map to find you. He finally found you and his heart melt as he saw you giggling with a meowing kitten that licked your face as you lay in the field. 

You heard walking and sat up only to find yourself looking at the boy who has been on your mind a lot recently. 

“Oh! Hi, Harry, I didn’t expect you to come here,” you say. 

“Harry?” he asks you, trying to suppress a smile.

“Thats your name, is it not?” you laugh. 

“I suppose it is. Mind if I sit?” you nod, as you sit together in silence that was unexpectedly comfortable. 

Harry couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. 

“I really do fancy you,” Harry mumbles.

You turn to look at him, “I know… maybe I fancy you a bit as well,” you say, bringing your fingers up to show a pinch. 

“Really?” Harry asks leaving closer to you. 

“Really,” you whisper as you move so close your lips are brushing. You look into see his eyes and notice how pretty they are. 

“You’re perfect,” he whispers against your mouth as he connects his to yours. You both close your eyes as you kiss back and reach your hands into his hair. For the first minute it was sweet, before it started to become more passionate. You bring your leg over his and straddle him without disconnecting your lips. It was pure bliss.

You tug his hair getting a groan from him as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You happily comply and open your mouth, letting him explore your mouth, and you his. You gently pull his hair back and kiss down his neck and jaw. You leave many butterfly kisses. In between the kisses he whispers some small compliments, making you smile against his neck. You find his sweet spot and lightly suck on it, making him whimper, and leaving a beautiful hickey.  He says some praises bring heat to your face. He kisses your cheeks, “I love making you blush,” he smiles. 

“Oh hush, Potter,” you get off his lap. He groans but you decide its better to stop now before things get more heated. 

“Is it alright if I make you a flower crown? I think it would look rather good on you,” you asks with a sheepish smile.

“Of course, love”

He lays his head on your lap as you make the crown, you finish after about four minutes. It was somewhat hard for you to focus when you could feel Harrys gaze on you, but you tried your best to ignore it. 

“Andddd… done!” Harry sits up and you place it on his head. 

“You look pretty,” you smile pecking his lips. A light pink coats his cheeks. He honesty has never been so happy, he adores you so much that you are 90% of what he talks about. It was such a pain for his friends to have to listen to his rants about your “angelic beauty,” as he puts it. 

“Thank you, angel,” he says. 

“I think we should head back now, dinner alreader started,” you say standing up, also taking the kitten with you. You both walk hand in hand, you grinning at the kitten asleep in your arms, and both of you forgetting about the flower crowns on your heads. You both keep up a good conversation throught the walk.

You stroll into the great hall with Harry as it goes silent. Then there was a chorus of gasps as they take in your guys hand held together, both of your somewhat messy hair, swollen lips, and the hickey on Harrys neck. You step away from him and you head towards your friends, you could hear most boys wolf whistling, some scowling at Harry. Many girls were also glaring at you out of jealousy. 

You look at the staff table and see Dumbledore wink at you, making you raise your eyebrows. You also see Snape hand over some galleons to McGonagall. 

“I’m happy for you, Harry,” Hermione smiles, glancing at Ron as she kicks his leg. 

“Oh- yeah! Good going, mate,” he smirks as he pats his back.

The next day Harry asked you if you would be his girlfriend. You nodded with a smile and gave him a soft kiss.

[suuuupernovaaa]

kavuk si

kavuk si [English] vin. betray

Neteyam has chosen a woman, and you know it isn’t you.

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Fishing was supposed to clear my mind and calm my nerves, but I was throwing my spear too forcefully, and it was making the fish almost unusable. Plus, I was missing a lot, and that was only serving to further fuel my anger and frustration.

“It’s just a rumor,” my sister said again as I huffed and pulled my spear from the sandy riverbed.

“It is not,” I replied. “His own mother is said to have confirmed it. He has chosen.”

Even without looking at her, I knew Kawti was rolling her eyes behind me. It had been my wish to come fishing alone, but there wasn’t much I had truly done alone since Kawti was born 13 years ago. Despite our seven year age difference, she was my best friend, and I was usually happy to have her along.

Just - not today. All morning, all anyone at home could talk about was how the eldest son of Toruk Makto was finally going to choose a woman, and he was going to make his declaration soon. I knew, in my heart, that Neteyam would have told me already if I was his choice. Just last night we had gone hunting together, and I had eaten the evening meal with his family - he had plenty of opportunity to tell me himself.

Even though we hadn’t exactly expressed how we’d felt, I thought I had been pretty clear in my affections and desires, and I’d thought Neteyam was just shy. Now I felt like a fool. He had not stolen any kisses, or any other affections, and I had been leading myself on. He simply wasn’t interested.

“Come, Y/N. Mom will be expecting us back soon.” Kawti hopped down from her seat atop a tree branch, and extended her small hand to mine.

I grabbed my meager bag of mangled fish, and followed her back to Home Tree.

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When the rest of my family went to dinner, I stayed back. I wasn’t hungry, in fact I was feeling a little ill, and really did need a little bit of time alone. 

Kawti was annoyed, but her optimism was childish. Not only did she think it was just a rumor, but she claimed to be sure Neteyam was ‘completely in love’ with me.

As if she knew anything about love. She was just a kid.

I could only sit in our little alcove of Home Tree for so long before becoming restless. I was feeling ridiculous, too. If Neteyam did not want me, and had chosen another, then I would have to grow up and move on. There were many fine men in our village, and I knew one would choose me - and I would choose them in return.

I could only barely lie to myself, as dread gripped my chest at the thought of mating with anyone else. So I stood up, trying to shake the thoughts from my head, and walked outside. It was quiet, as most were gathered for the evening meal, and the quietness left me too much to my dark, depressing thoughts.

Without direction, I began walking towards the forest.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice called, and I hesitated before turning.

“Teyam,” I said through gritted teeth. I looked over my shoulder to see him jogging to catch up, a wooden bowl full of food in his hands.

He looked handsome, I thought before I could stop myself. Neteyam always looked handsome, but there was something different... he was wearing a large necklace made of leather that was reserved for special occasions, and his face was painted as if for battle or a ceremony.

“Your mother said you were ill. I brought you this.” He extended it to me, and something about the gesture turned my sadness to rage.

He could choose another woman, ask her to be his mate, and still pretend to be concerned about me? To bring me food? How dare he!

“Bah!” I said, waving my hand. “Leave me, Neteyam.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion and tilted his head to the side, his ears flicking back and forth. “Do you need the healer?”

“No. I need to be alone.” I stepped back, but he stepped forward to follow.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, his voice firm, and extended his hand to me.

I looked at him skeptically, tilting my head to the side, and sighed. It had always been hard to stay mad at Neteyam, and the look on his face was very serious.

I put my hand into his, noting how much larger his was, and we went back into my family’s alcove in Home Tree together.

Neteyam did not let go of my hand when we stepped inside, and I tried to savor it. If he was to belong to someone else soon, this might be the last time we were ever truly alone.

“Well, what do you need to talk about?” I asked, trying not to let my voice waiver. “My family will be back soon.”

This was not even close to the truth, and Neteyam knew it. My mother could talk for hours every night, and my sister was usually exhausted by the time they returned from their socializing. It would be at least an hour before they returned.

Neteyam looked everywhere in our modest home but at me, and I squeezed his hand. “Teyam, spit it out!”

“Damn, you don’t make it easy, Y/N!” he replied in a huff, and my eyes widened in surprise.

“Sorry,” I said, unsure of what I was apologizing for. He was the one who should have been apologizing to me.

Why had we gone on all those rides together? Hunted together? Taken meals together, spent time with each other’s families, if he had not intended to be mine?

“You are mad at me,” he said quietly, and I finally allowed myself to look into his eyes.

“Yes,” I said in a near-whisper. “I am.”

“Why?”

I took my hand from his and crossed my arms over my chest. “They are saying.. they are saying you have chosen a woman. Everyone is to celebrate the mating of the Chief’s son.”

His eyebrows rose up and his shoulders fell. “Well... this is true.”

I nodded, stepping away from him. “Who is she? Ni’awtu? She’s a fine hunter. Or... Petani? She has a fine skill on the loom, and would make a good mate.” I blinked hard to stop the tears rushing into my eyes.

I jumped with surprise when Neteyam laughed so hard that he threw his head back. “You are joking!” he exclaimed.

“I am not! Tell me who it is!”

With considerable effort, Neteyam stopped laughing and closed the gap between us again. He reached out, gripping my upper arms with his hands, and leaned in close.

“You are mad because you are jealous, but you are jealous of yourself, Y/N. Ni’awfu may be a fine hunter, and Petani weaves very well on the loom, but I do not love them. I do not love anyone else.”

Blinking hard, it took me a few moments to understand what Neteyam was saying to me. I stood, slack jawed and stunned, forcing him to continue speaking.

“I wish to ask you to be my mate before Ewya, to spend your life with me, to mother my children, Y/N.”

I took in a long, deep breath. My hands were shaking and the tears had filled my eyes, I could no longer hold them back. It was so hard to find any appropriate response. I had spent years pining over Neteyam, and all day today sure that my chance was gone and I was going to have to watch him with someone else - which would have been a fate worse than death.

“Neteyam, I... of course, yes. I, I have always...” I stuttered and stammered as tears fell down my face.

Graciously, Neteyam stopped our needs for words by leaning down and pressing his soft lips to mine in a kiss I felt as if I had waited so long for.

My body felt on fire instantly, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into him, deepening the kiss.

It felt like a long time before we pulled apart, both smiling like a couple of idiots.

“You are mine, Y/N,” Neteyam whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “How could you have thought I would choose anyone else? I have always been yours.”

Tears spilled freely now, and I put my hands on either side of his face. “I feel foolish. I have always been yours, Neteyam.”

He hugged me tightly, pulling my body completely flush with mine, and I breathed him in deeply.

“Always.”