#unrequited hate

[nowwheresmynut]

L1 for Viktor, Dimitri, and Jayce, pls

imagine how far hextech couldve gone if they had let Dimitri in on it

[clownshire]

There's a guy in my class who's very annoying. He talks a lot and he talks loudly. The more I hate him the more I feel attracted to him omg?? We'll see how his goes

[concert-bflat]

ONE THING THAT FUCKING KILLS ME ABOUT IVAN AND TILL SINGING MY CLEMANTIS THAT I'M NOT SEEING ANYONE POINT OUT??

IN THE ORIGINAL MY CLEMANTIS MIZI AND SUA SING THE FINAL “MY CLEMANTIS” TOGETHER BUT IN TILL AND IVAN’S VERSION IVAN SINGS IT ALONE???

You know. Because. Unrequited Feelings and All.

THE FACT THAT HE SINGS THAT LINE AFTER SINGING "Oh my Clemantis, please stay by my side"

TILL DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO HUM THE LAST PART WITH IVAN, NOR DOES HE SING THE LAST LINE WITH HIM LIKE MIZI AND SUA DO TOGETHER. HE FUCKING DOESN'T STAY BY IVAN'S SIDE

ALSO. IVAN'S VOICE TREMORING AT THE VERY END OF HIM SAYING THE FINAL "CLEMANTIS"

I FUCKING HATE IT HERE

[simphornies]

okay, ya’ll hear me out. a cat demon reader who has a crush on alastor (unrequited) and is jst sittin at the bar with husk trying to talk her out of it

A/N: I didn't mean for this to be this long and I didn't mean for this to fade into what it did. But here we are and now I'm gonna have to write a part 2 for this too 🤭✨

Word count: 1.1k (1,135)

Contents: unrequited love, alastor doesn't care about you 😭, vox is involved but at the end, sad drunk reader turn angry, no use of y/n or pronouns, husk being a good shoulder to lean on

Little Pet [ Alastor(unrequited) x Reader → Vox x Reader ]

The static laced voice drove you crazy. His bloodlust was something you strangely found attractive. Alastor. You were in love with the radio demon. Your infatuation for him was the main reason you’re in the hotel since you thought it’d lead to the two of you becoming close.

But it didn’t work. No matter what you did, none of your advances worked and you were too scared to go too far to the point where he distanced himself from you. You’d bring him freshly-killed deer to his room. His delight made you think he was finally starting to warm up to you but he’d just accept your gift and kick you right back out so he can dine by himself.

You groaned at the other cat demon, Husk, who gave you a whole bottle of booze. “I want him so bad, Husk.” You whined before downing half of the bottle.

He rolled his eyes at you, “Look, that fucker isn’t going to consider it.” He sighed at the sad look in your eyes, “I ain’t ever seen him do any of that romantic shit. He’s just not the one, kid.”

“Why can’t he be the one?” You frowned, alcohol dripping from the side of your mouth. You were a mess over this one-sided pining. “Him and I can rule together. We share the same passions, love watching desperate souls try just to fail, do things out of sheer boredom, and crave power! Everything, Husk! I even brought him fresh kill!”

Husk grimaced a bit at the last bit of your sentence but shook the expression off of his face, “You’re gonna have to give up on it. This whole,” He gestured to you, “front you got on right now is looking, well, pretty fuckin’ pathetic. Sorry to be harsh but it’s been, what? A year of pining now? And he hasn’t even spared you a lovin’ glance.” Husk joined you and started to drink an entire bottle of some cheap booze he had.

It was true. You’ve been running, chasing and practically begging for him to return, or even acknowledge, your affections but he would just leave you alone in the dust. You’d be lying if it didn’t hurt. You take a new bottle off of the shelf behind Husk and popped it open, the cork flying off somewhere with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Thanks for the pep talk, Husk.” You pat his back, “I’ll…try to get over it. You’re right. And thanks for the alcohol.”

He gave you a slight smile and nodded, “The bartender’s always here for you. Let me know if you need another round.”

As soon as you got to your room you slammed the door shut behind you before throwing yourself on your bed. You screamed into your pillow and kicked your legs iut of frustration. Your ears pinned down to your side as you flipped on your back. “What the fuck was I thinking?” You turned your head and caught a glimpse of your drunken, emotional self in the mirror. You laughed at your sad display. What were you thinking? Falling for an overlord like him? He’d never return your feelings. You drink out of the bottle you took earlier. “Fuckin’ lame.” You grumbled to yourself.

Maybe it was an attempt to distract yourself from your broken heart but you ended up scrolling through your phone all night long. You started off looking at the pictures you took with the staff and residents here. They made you smile but every single time you see a glitchy photo, your eyes immediately scanned for the red deer demon and your smile would dissipate into a frown. The more you see him, the more your frown would turn into a scowl. Maybe it was the alcohol but your adoration for him turned into irritation.

He could have at least given you an answer! Some kind of closure. But he just continued to be standoffish and mysterious. You didn’t need him. You couldn’t even take photos with him and you love taking photos. Who needs him anyways? Not you. Not anymore, at least. You got mad looking through your gallery and went on social media.

You scrolled through boring posts until your attention was caught in a VoxTek ad. You squint. Vox hates him and you never really understood why at first, but now you do. That pompous, red, deer-headed, old-timey overlord thinks he’s too good for others. You were done pining for him. Your anger sobered you up and erased your affections for the radio demon. You did so much for him! Followed his bidding and his commands with nothing in return, not even a little bit of praise. You’ve killed for him with no hesitation and he didn’t even bother to look! You were done throwing yourself at someone who won’t appreciate your effort.

You look around your room. You didn’t own a lot of things, only a couple drawers of clothes and maybe some little trinkets you got from Charlie littered your table. You look back down at your phone, staring at the photo of VoxTek’s CEO, Vox.

If there was anyone that could understand this newfound hatred, it would be him. If Alastor can’t recognize you for your power now, then you’re just going to have to make him see you. Make him regret ignoring your obvious affections for him and leaving you hanging with no closure.

You pack your things and leave in the night. You left a note for everyone, except Alastor, apologizing for the sudden disappearance and stating you weren’t necessarily ready for redemption yet. Before you headed out, you left a trinket for Husk as a thanks for constantly listening to your ramblings and helping you out of this hole you dug yourself.

You started to make your way to the Vee tower and as you walked with your backpack, you looked around for a VoxTek drone. As soon as you spot one hovering over the rooftops, you jump on anything that could help you get close to it. As soon as you made it up on the roof you stared right into the lens, determination on your face. You lightly tapped on it with your claw.

“Vox? I know you can hear me. I know you’ve seen me around the radio demon. But I’m fucking done with that prick. I’m leaving the hotel and going straight to your tower. I need you and your power. With me by your side, I promise you that you’ll definitely get under that old fuck’s skin.” You grin at the camera and walk away, jumping rooftop to rooftop as you head towards the tower.

Vox heard and saw you. A sinister grin crept up on his face as he leaned back on his chair. He chuckled with amusement at your resolve, his left eye spiraling. “Interesting.”

Taglist: @froggybich @baizzhu @dickmastersworld @matrixbearer2024

[facadep]

Here's the tiktok video version. I love both RookVil and MalleVil and the drama and hurt these can give me is endless the more I think about it. 🏹x👑 ft ❄️ 🐉x👑

[wishing-for-deathx]

You know what’s selfish? Breaking someone to the point where they don’t live. Breaking them so bad that they cant be fixed anymore. When they think of life, it’s synonymous to agony. They just survive each day. It’s not selfish to want to end it. It’s liberation from suffering. It’s selfish to do this to someone repeatedly and ask them to stay.

Why should I stay when no ever did.

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[twstbookclub]

Sharp Teeth, Tough Love

Summary: You caught Floyd's interest the moment fire and chaos erupted in the Mirror Chamber. One chance meeting gave you the nickname Shrimpy, and another left Floyd sinking deeper into the depths. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender-neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa🦋 Tags: Romance, Angst, No happy ending, sorry folks, Floyd Being Floyd, Slow Burn, Minor ADeuce and Grim Shenanigans again, Unrequited Feelings, Floyd's POV (I hope yall remember whose nickname belongs to who) Word Count: 3, 044 If yall needed to know, I wrote this on the same day I wrote the Riddle fic. My brain is spent on these two, and I couldn't be any happier. I wish I could end this another way, though. Poor terrifying and violent Floyd. One thing to note, it's really fascinating how he only calls someone by name if he really respected them. Also, if yall catch that reference to one of Floyd's lesson chats, I will love you forever. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy again 💕

Floyd could never forget the first time he saw you.

Your face was twisted into a flabbergasted frown, mingled with distress, confusion, and exasperation. The cat monster—he’ll call it Baby Seal since its tiny height and gray fur reminded him of one—ran amok and spewed fire everywhere. Kalim’s screams rang in the air, followed by Crowley’s indignant shouts. He watched the chaos unfold with intrigued eyes and a widening grin, revealing sharp teeth and a thirst for more wreckage.

Amidst the smoke that billowed and swirled in the Mirror Chamber, you stood in the middle of it. The harsh glow of the fire pierced Floyd’s eyes, but all he saw was your silhouette surrounded by dying embers and crackling flames. Just as his gaze landed on you, your head swiveled around to look back at him. As if some invisible force compelled you to find the eyes that burned into your figure.

He wanted to see you again.

The next time he saw you, you were with Baby Seal and those two freshmen in Heartslabyul: Crabby and Little Mackerel. Even Goldfish and Sea Bream were with you. The six of you lurked in the courtyard, as if trying to spy on something. Whatever you were doing, it caught his attention.

“Careful, Floyd,” Jade simpered after he followed his brother’s line of sight, “don’t scare the fish away.”

Of course, Jade already knew what Floyd was thinking with one look. There was a reason why they chose each other and survived the coldest, harshest waters.

“Yeah, yeah.” Floyd flippantly waved away Jade’s words with a languid grin, before he snuck on the group. It was laughable, how they didn’t notice his tall and gangly figure slink in front of them. The six students spoke in hushed whispers, too engrossed in their conversation to see the shadow that loomed over them. His eyes roamed each freshman, checking the fresh meat, but they lingered on you.

You looked so small, and he had to tilt his head down to see your eyes. Back then, during the entrance ceremony, you hunched over as if to curl into yourself. Small and weak and afraid.

Floyd’s lips stretched from one ear to the other. He’ll call you Shrimpy.

“Oh ho ho! What is up, Lil’ Goldfish?”

Goldfish jumped, sputtering and floundering like a fish caught by its prey. The rest showed varying degrees of surprise. Sea Bream’s smile became strained, and Floyd could see the junior sweat a little. Crabby flinched, while Little Mackerel took a step back with wide eyes. His fists were raised to his chest, and Floyd’s eyes narrowed at that.

Huh, one of them was ready for a fight. Interesting.

His attention shifted to you, wide eyes fluttering in disbelief. You craned your neck to look up at him with parted lips. As Floyd engaged Goldfish in a conversation more like interrogation, he felt like he was floating. It’s as if he could run around the track field without breaking a sweat from the look you gave him.

He wanted to see more of that. He wanted to see you more.

Your gaze drifted to Jade, and you froze. Floyd brushed it off as fear. That was how people usually reacted to them, anyway. It was nothing new. He focused on the conversation with Goldfish without sparing your reaction another thought.

One sunny day, a few days after that chance meeting, Floyd saw you in the courtyard again. You were with Baby Seal—he always was—along with Crabby and Little Mackerel. The latter two stood in front of you, who sat on the edge of the fountain. Baby Seal was standing next to you with this annoyed look. Meanwhile, the Leech brother was lounging on the grass. Alchemy class bored him, so he decided to skip and bathe in the sunlight on the courtyard.

None of them seemed to notice him. Floyd watched, still bored out of his mind. He was debating on whether to spook the group or otherwise, when he heard you laugh.

You tilted your head back, letting the sun illuminate the smile on your face. It was a toothy grin, one that crinkled your eyes and emphasized the chub of your cheeks. He barely saw the color of your irises, and your unrestrained laugh echoed in the desolate courtyard. You even snorted.

You tilted your head back so much that you tipped over and fell into the fountain with a loud splash. Floyd snickered, ignoring the warmth in his chest and the flutter of his heart. Howling laughter followed your fall. Crabby clutched his stomach and doubled over. Little Mackerel held back a smile as he flailed, unsure of how to help you, in front of the fountain. Baby Seal was laughing his ass off, belly flopping on the edge of the fountain.

He decided to stand from his spot and help you, since the entire thing entertained him. Although, when he stood tall and took a step towards the fountain, he paused. You were drenched in water, from the top of your head to the tip of your leather shoes. Locks of hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks. Your uniform clung to your skin, and it looked uncomfortable. Despite all that, your smile remained.

“You assholes!” You laughed with a loud wheeze, happy and carefree with that toothy and blinding grin. He could clearly hear you laugh and sputter, even with Crabby’s and Baby Seal’s loud snickers and laughter. As he watched Little Mackerel help you—and fail, because you slipped back into the fountain—a thought nagged at his mind. 

What should I do to make Shrimpy laugh like that again?

“Hey, Shrimpy!” Floyd chirped, grin too wide and sharp to be considered friendly. Little Mackerel and Crabby stepped back, as the sophomore grabbed your arm and tugged you out of the fountain. Your hand shot out to grip the edge, while you stood from the water.

“Need a lil’ help?”

“Oh merciful Seven—” Floyd pretended not to notice how your vocabulary changed in just a few months— “thanks, but how much did you see?”

The fact that you nonchalantly accepted his help, that you didn’t flinch from him, made Floyd’s heart do somersaults and cartwheels. The corners of his lips stretched towards his ears. He squeezed your arm and watched you step out of the fountain.

Water dripped from your uniform, and Floyd observed the droplets fall from your hair and fingertips. He briefly wondered what you’d look like if he dragged you into the sea. Would you be surprised? Would you scream?

Would you laugh and call him an asshole, like what you did earlier?

“What answer do you wanna hear, Shrimpy?” He teased, still grinning and holding your arm. For some reason, Floyd didn’t want to let go.

“The one that doesn’t embarrass me, thanks.” You chuckled, despite the other three freshmen being silent spectators of this interaction. As you thanked him again and flicked the water off your hands, Floyd couldn’t help but grin wider.

Another month passed. After that admittedly hilarious outburst from Azul, you became a regular at Mostro Lounge. You visited during the weekends, even if you were wary at first. You fell into a routine, just as fast as how you picked up on the lingo in Twisted Wonderland.

You walked in during the weekends and stayed for as long as an hour and thirty minutes. (Yes, Floyd kept count.) You’d talk to either Jade or himself, depending on whoever was waiting tables at the time. Azul passed by at times to make sure you were having a good time, obviously to maintain Mostro Lounge’s good reputation. After a few visits, Floyd began to monopolize your attention by literally taking over server duty during the days you visited.

Even if he had to subtly threaten Azul with profit loss via property destruction and sabotage.

“Hey Shrimpy,” Floyd drawled, sitting across from you in one of the booths. It was a slow day today, and all you ordered was a fruit shake. A history book was opened to some page Floyd didn’t care to know. Notes littered your table, and your penmanship occupied his attention a little.

That was, until he grew bored of the sounds of pen scratching paper and the clinking dishes in Mostro Lounge.

“Hm? Yeah, Floyd?” You asked, flipping a page and jotting down something on your notebook. The tall merman pouted, before he reached over and snapped your book shut. Before you could even react, he snatched it away and lifted it far from you.

“I’m boooored. C’mon, play with me!”

Floyd grinned when you stuttered and glared at him. Your reactions always amused him, moreso whenever you were irritated or angry. Something about the way your brows furrowed and your nose scrunched made him want to tease you more. When you began to flail your arms and make animated gestures, that was when he knew you were really fed up.

“You—” You sighed and stood up, trying to reach for the book. Floyd only lifted it higher, and he didn’t even need to stand up. The corner of his lips twitched, while he watched you struggle and stretch to snatch the book back.

“Floyd, give it back! Please? I promise I’ll—”

There was a reason why he always tried to annoy you. You’d always promise him something in the end: treat him to lunch, hang out with him in the Lounge, watch his basketball matches (even if you were there for Crabby, too). It was the only way he could spend time with you without outright asking for it.

Floyd wasn’t an idiot. He knew he liked you, and it all began with that incident involving the fountain. Even Jade pointed out the many times Floyd’s face lit up every time you were around. He couldn’t ignore how much his heart pitter-pattered every time he saw you. He couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t grinning every time he caught sight of you. The way his name rolled off your tongue made him giddy enough to want to throw you over his shoulder and skip class with you.

If he had a choice, he’d drag you to the deepest parts of the sea and keep you to himself.

The book was plucked out of his hand, but your own hands were empty. You owlishly blinked, and so did Floyd. Both of you stilled, until another voice broke through the quiet hustle and bustle of the Lounge.

“It’s not nice to play with the food in front of you, Floyd.” Jade smiled, the kind he usually wore that fooled anyone into thinking he was the safer option between the two brothers. It was still funny to Floyd how everyone gravitated towards Jade, only to realize the jagged teeth behind that fake smile of his.

You took your book from Jade with an awkward smile. “Ah, thanks, even if you said something subtly backhanded…”

“It’s my pleasure, Prefect,” Jade answered, his smile never wavering in that moment. Careful hands gripped the book and slipped it off his gloved one.

Without missing a beat, you set the book aside and asked, “How are you then, Jade? You and Floyd are usually together, but I haven’t seen you in a while.”

The book remained shut, as if you weren’t trying to get it back from Floyd to study earlier. The lazy smile he had dropped into a thin line. His eyes drooped as he watched the conversation between you and his brother. On the other hand, Jade still wore that perfected smile of his with a hand over his heart.

“I’ve been doing fine. Thank you for asking.” Jade hummed before adding, “I found this lovely new specimen—another species of fungi—while on a hike recently. You were interested in mountain hiking and foraging, am I correct?”

“Oh, yeah.” You laughed, light like tinkling bells. It was a stark contrast to the boisterous laugh you usually had. Floyd’s chest tightened, and his hands clenched into fists under the table.

Letting your laughter die down, you continued with a smile, “Can I join you next time? If not that, you have terrariums, right? Can I see them some time?”

Your smile was small and practiced. Whenever you smiled, it was always toothy and the corners pushed your cheeks up. Now, it reminded Floyd of a prissy princess who had been sheltered all her life. You smiled like a noble that faced the aristocrats in hopes of a good impression. You smiled like the guests his parents had, trying to curry their favor, while he and Jade grew up.

You solely focused on his brother, as if Floyd wasn’t sitting right in front of you for the last hour. Your book and notes laid forgotten on the table. Condensed droplets began to drip from the glass, and the fruit shake was forgotten as well. Even when the edge of one of your transcripts became wet, you didn’t bother moving it away from the glass.

Floyd wasn’t an idiot. Of course, he wasn’t.

His eyes flitted towards the smile you had, softened with an emotion he didn’t want to see. Your own eyes appeared brighter, livelier than whenever you were with him. Even when you sat down, your body was angled towards Jade as you leaned on the table with crossed arms.

His mood soured in that instant, and the pitter-patter of his heart dulled into silence.

Floyd scowled, standing from the booth and shoving his hands in his pockets. You jumped a little, while Jade watched him with that carefully crafted smile. He didn’t bother explaining himself. Jade knew already, and he didn’t owe you anything. You’d only take this as Floyd sulking because his brother ruined his fun.

“Whatever,” he mumbled and trudged out of the restaurant with an air of annoyance. Everyone who happened to be in his way immediately skirted around the Leech brother. One wasn’t fast enough, and Floyd’s arm knocked the tray out of the poor student’s hands.

His scowl deepened. He loomed over the terrified boy with his jaw clenched and eyes glinting ominously. The aggravated tone rang clear in his voice when he threatened, “Watch it, or do you want me to squeeze ya, huh?”

The Heartslabyul student silently despaired about his lunch. He was too intimidated and afraid of Floyd to even squeak. The merman left Mostro Lounge with a scowl and his fists in his pockets, like a child throwing a tantrum. He didn’t bother looking over to see your reaction.

Floyd was growing irritated at the thought that you’d give all your attention to Jade. He’d rather not see you make goo-goo eyes at his own brother. He didn’t want to think too much of it. Maybe he’d find something to do; something to get rid of this itch in his chest and fists.

If he couldn’t, then Azul would just have to deal with Crowley later. He wasn’t going to sit in that cramped office and get lectured by a headmaster that preened over his and the academy’s reputation.

As Floyd stomped through the portal that led back to Night Raven College, his thoughts veered towards you and Jade. His mind conjured every memory he had of you: how you perked up every time you saw Jade; how you always asked about him, even if you thought you were subtle about it; how you subconsciously gravitated towards Jade every time he was there—

A pair of Pomefiore students skittered towards the wall as Floyd passed by. A shadow loomed over his scowling face, which accentuated the dips and curve of his mouth. His blood boiled, and his footfalls grew heavier with each step. If he went on like this, Floyd would dig potholes in the corridors with his feet alone.

He always saw your smile brighten and look dainty around Jade. Your laugh grew softer, restrained and freakishly refined. It was as if you deliberately controlled yourself to look more appealing to his brother. It was annoying Floyd more than it should.

He liked you, even when your body tipped back and doubled over from laughing so much. He liked you, even if your laugh sounded like a dying whale. He liked you, even when you snorted so hard that it hurt your nose. He liked you, even when you smacked him on the shoulder out of exasperation. He liked you so much that he was tempted to tickle you in front of Jade—just so he could hear your loud and carefree laugh again.

He wanted all of you, even if you were weak and frail and helpless. He just wanted you.

He already hated how cheesy he sounded, but his heart called out for you with each waking moment. The image of your smile overlapped with his memory of your laugh. Your name was scrawled in his mind, his heart, his lips, his very soul. Floyd already knew it was bad if he was being poetic, sappy, and romantic like Seagull.

So, why’d you like Jade? His brother could care less about you in that sense. Floyd was already annoyed that Jade moved things behind the scenes: making sure that you were alone with Floyd as much as possible. They were brothers, but none of them would ever admit that they cared for each other out loud. That didn’t stop people from thinking Jade was the more capable and reliable brother than Floyd, cunning and mischief aside.

Floyd was the one who helped you out whenever he could. He was the one who spent the most time with you in Mostro Lounge. He was the one who made a beeline towards you every time he saw even a glimpse of your head. He was the one who made you laugh and smile, especially whenever he noticed that you were down in the dumps.

He found himself in the courtyard, and his mood soured more at the sight of the fountain. The memory of you, laughing and sitting like a drenched duck in the water, overlapped with the image. Grumbling, he kicked a pebble off the path and clenched his jaw.

“Ah…” Floyd sighed and ran a hand through his hair, before ruffling the locks on the back of his head. His feet halted right in front of the fountain, with its clear and burbling water. Looking down at his reflection, he saw your face beside his—all smiles and eyes hiding behind your cheeks. His heart felt weird, as if being strangled by some invisible force that Floyd couldn’t punch nor squeeze.

He clicked his tongue and looked away from his reflection. With a frustrated groan, he mumbled to himself, “Why did it have to be Jade, Shrimpy? I’d fight tooth and nail for ya, but it’s Jade.”

With that, Floyd kicked the base of the fountain like a petulant child. A dull crack echoed in the desolate courtyard, before water gushed out of the broken stone. It spilled through the fissure, and Floyd took a step back to keep his shoes from getting drenched.

He frowned again and stalked off to find something else to occupy his time with. The afternoon sun showered the courtyard with a golden glow, which only reminded him of the time the sunlight illuminated your grinning face as you laughed.

“Why’d it have to be you, Prefect?” Floyd mumbled, shoulders sagging and foot kicking another pebble in the way. Maybe, in the near future, he’d get bored and forget about you. His heart wouldn’t do that weird pitter-patter, and his lips wouldn’t twitch into a grin with one look at you. His chest wouldn’t grow fuzzy and warm. He wouldn’t get the urge to run to where you were whenever he wanted to see you—which was every day, honestly.

Floyd hoped he would forget about you, but you were so difficult to forget. He’d never find someone else who captured his interest this much. He’d never find someone who looked so beautiful, even if the noises that left them were unattractive and childish. Even if their smile was too wide to be natural. Even if they were fascinated by him at first sight, rather than scared and intimidated.

No one else would be like you, but you just had to like his brother instead.

[k3t4min5]

maybe in another universe i'm the one you want

[chaosinplural]

Sobbing because Vox has a non-glitched out photo of Alastor.

[ljuvasadesu]

[solacebean]

SONIC REALLY SAID ITS COMPLICATED BETWEEN HIM AND SHADOW IN SEASON ONE AND THEN GOES I HEART YOU TOO IN SEASON TWO THIS HEDGEHOFG—

[tsaun]

I watch way too many rom coms. I think it started because I don't believe in love, or at least I don't believe in love for me. Love is what happens to other people. It's reserved for books and movies and TV and poetry, not a guy like me who dreams more than he lives. Love is reserved for the doers, and I'm certainly not a doer. So I'll live vicariously through some characters on a page or a screen, and I'll dream. Because that's as close as I'll ever get to love in this lifetime.

[maraudersoncrack1981]

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green... Your smile is like a breath of spring Your skin is soft like summer rain And I can not compete with you, Jolene...

-Regulus to Lily about James

[analligatorr]

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[Jack is obsessed with Graves. you cannot change my mind.]

[ofbreathandflame]

Why do Rhysand stans always pretend to be Feyre stans? It's always a bit pathetic bc they're like "I'm Feyre first" and then you look on the blog and they've gotten at least three metas about "why I understand what Rhysand did😔" or they're like 'we know he was wrong but"

Why aren't y'all just honest about what you like? If you know you are going always prioritize Rhysand feelings and actions, even when they objectively clash with Feyre's why are yall so adamant on lying about it. These conversations would be so much more fruitful if people just admit they enjoy the bad boy more. This literally happened with Darkling and Alina and as soon as Alina was disentangled from Darklina y'all called her everything but a child of god😂

Y'all love for Feyre is conditional on her love for Rhys. Feyre is bbygirl as long as Feysand is the name of the game. Which is fine for personal preferences, but is a bit taxing when you feel obligated to care for a character you don't like outside the dynamic.