#all that glitters is not silver (ooc)

[creatureshrieks]

hey just a reminder that maria is a dancer (yeah, a stripper), but that doesn't make her trashy or someone that just constantly wants sex. or that she's 'easy'. she might be flirtatious but outside of James who is a massive exception to literally everything (and even then there's nuance), she doesn't want to jump your muse. she's not going to just have sex with your muse.

you probably couldnt afford her even if you wanted it.

[newfngs]

michael should kiss david on the lips it's what david deserves

[64ko]

lol. lmao, even

[blxcklxdge]

transparent thumbs up cooper for all your transparent thumbs up cooper needs

[vegone]

Todd's an idiot.

[deepdarkdelights]

How would this whole situation work if after ATG jimin got married he had to go to the military. But wait, can you imagine if he went in his 20s and he sees mc coming to visit her boyfriend who's on ATG Jim's unit 💀

Hm, that's an interesting question. To be honest, I never think about military service when I'm writing my works and generally I don't specify what country the story takes place in so that it can be more applicable to readers from different countries (although I am aware that I have not always been 100% successful at that).

With ATG we know they go to Jeju island so the setting of the fic leans toward South Korea but other factors in the fic lean towards the U.S.

But oh boy, would that scenario end poorly if that happened, I would hope after everything they have been through the MC would be smarter and not make a decision to do something like that 😂

[nghthowls]

it's hearing nothing but breathing from behind the mask. it's unable to see what's under it. what does it look like? what are they feeling? it's unable to see where they're looking. what they want from you. desire? love? hate? do you they want to kill you?

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Please can you write something with Bill? 🥺 I would really like him in your writing style

✮⋆˙ twinkle twinkle little star (Bill Cipher x reader)

author note: hii, so this is my first time writing Bill Cipher (if we’re not counting smut LOL), so if he feels a little OOC, I’m so sorry in advance :((

“You’ve got no idea how small you are. A little ant, crawling on the rim of a soda can, thinking the universe stops where the metal curves. But you’re lucky, babe. You’ve got me to show you the truth.”

You never should’ve made that deal and you knew it.  

You should've known better than to trust him.

“Love” wasn’t the word for it.

At first, it felt. . .  flattering. Who wouldn’t be seduced by the idea of being special in the eyes of something so vast, so incomprehensible? But Bill wasn’t the type to love, not in the way you understood it. 

He didn’t love you, not the way humans did. Bill Cipher didn’t do love. You were his curiosity, obsession, a bright, burning light in his endless void. 

He called you his little star, but very soon it turned into his pretty, breakable toy. And you hated how the words made your skin prickle, how his attention felt like sunlight filtered through glass, so beautiful and searing, but dangerous if you stayed too long.

He never asked you to love him. That would imply some sort of equality, wouldn’t it? Something mutual, balanced, tender. No, Bill Cipher wasn’t a man or a demon. . . or a whatever he was, who traded in such mortal trivialities. Love? What even was that, anyway? A chemical spill in the brain? A pathetic excuse for self-destruction? Hilarious!

Instead of your love, Bill demanded your existence. Every breath, every thought, every fleeting moment of fear or fury or fascination, it all belonged to him, as surely as the stars belonged to the sky. And wasn’t that the whole point? To take something so ordinary, so inconsequential and remake it in his image?

Bill didn’t love you. He consumed you. 

He didn’t care about your happiness or well-being, but he cared about your essence and your potential. 

The stars were his obsession, and now you were too.

When he first spoke to you about the them, he said, “you humans love to romanticize the heavens, don’t you? Gazing up with your sad little eyes, dreaming of escape, like you’re anything more than dust stuck in a whirlpool. But you, sweetheart, you could be a star if you wanted.” 

And it sounded too tempting.

***

With fear and trepidation, you realised that you would like him to appear more often in your life. You felt lonely and empty without that singular eye which was so damn alive in ways human ones could never be. When Bill Cipher looked at you it felt as if the fabric of the universe peeled back, and for the first time, someone truly saw you.

“You’re different,” he whispered once and his voice sounded like molten gold. “They’re all rats in a maze, but you’ve got potential. You could shine, dear.”  and you believed him.

Maybe that’s why, when he first tore the sky apart and dragged you into a void of glittering stars, you didn’t scream.

Because Bill doesn’t show you space, he shoves you into it. 

It was fucked up, all of it. 

The way he could snap his fingers and peel the world apart like wallpaper, exposing the writhing void beneath it. Bill doesn’t do anything halfway. One moment you’re standing on Earth, listening to him wax poetic about infinity; the next, you’re drowning in the universe itself. 

“Look what I can do. Look what I’ve seen. And now, you get to see it too!” Bill said excitedly meanwhile all you could do was only stare, slack-jawed, as galaxies spun like pinwheels with their light painting you in hues of silver and violet.  

Bill’s laugh cuts through the silence like static on a dying radio. “Beautiful, isn’t it, dear? A front-row seat to the cosmic symphony! And guess what? You’re the lucky guest of honor!”

“Fuck,” you whispered in awe, not even daring to blink.

Bill laughed at you again. “Exactly, baby! Fuck! That’s the kind of reaction I’m talking about! Do you get it now? While all these other ants were busy bumping into walls, I saw this. This!”

His eye spun toward you, unblinking, watching you from head to toe. He watched you both worshipful and utterly unhinged because for him you were part of those infinite constellations he adored, he watched you like you were the only thing that mattered in a universe of infinite distractions.

“You could be one too. A star.” Cipher spoke.

You didn’t ask what he meant back then, only laughed. “Stars burn out, Bill.”  

“Yeah, but they make one hell of a show first.” 

But how sad that stars didn’t just shine, they exploded.

***

It wasn’t all chaos and destruction, not at first. There were soft and tender nights, when the storm of his mind calmed just enough to let the starlight through.

Bill Cipher didn’t have lips to kiss, but he had power and he wielded it for you when he felt like it.

One of the clearest proofs of his power was that night by the lake.

You remember it, the night the moons danced just for you. 

Bill hated water, loathed its constraints, its rules, but he was levitating beside you anyway, watching as you waded deeper. You floated on your back, staring up at the night sky, feeling the silence, enjoying it. His eye gleamed in the darkness, lighting you up, taking you in like a masterpiece he didn’t know how to ruin just yet, but there was unusual softness in his voice when he snapped his fingers. 

And the moons, now two of them, impossibly large, swelled and glowed with light. And then the lake shimmered, the ripples reflected the radiance until it looked as though you were swimming through liquid silver, no. . . melted pearls in their beauty.

And it took your breath away.

“You like it?” he asked in a casual tone. “I can make it brighter, if you want. Or darker. Or gone.” 

And as if reading your mind, Bill snapped his fingers once more and the two moons shone even brighter.

“Better now, right? It’s for you, sweetie,” he said, leaning on his cane. “The moon, the stars. . . hell, the universe.”

You hated how beautiful it was. How much it felt like it was for you. But back then, you felt loved. Or at least, something close enough to it.  

***

Bill was everywhere. In your mind, in your shadow, in the air you breathed.

But love with Bill was never meant to be gentle, it meant to be a trap. A game played in his favor, in which you were destined to lose. It started small, quiet, too quiet to notice and react, his words cutting deeper, his charm was imbued with a poison. He didn’t just want you near; he wanted to own you, to reshape you in his image, to pull you apart until there was nothing left but the star he claimed to see in you.

He didn’t just want your attention, he demanded it, craved it with a desperation that was feral. And when you tried to push back, tried to claim even the smallest piece of yourself, he didn’t take it well.

One night, after you’d dared to argue with him, to tell him no, he burned with a rage that lit up the sky. His form glowed red, large, his voice so loud and low that made the ground tremble beneath your feet.

“You think you can defy me? You think you can just walk away? Newsflash, sweetheart: you’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And you’re not going anywhere.”

He grew restless. Obsession turned to cruelty. When he spoke, it was no longer about the stars you could see, but the ones he wanted you to become. His anger was cosmic, vast and unrelenting, and it terrified you.

“You’re wasting yourself here,” he snarled one day, his triangular form flashing red again as he hovered above you. “These people, this place, they’re nothing. I could make you mor—”  

“W-what are you even talking about, Bill?” you spat, though your voice trembled. “I’m human, Bill. I can’t—”  

“Bullshit! You can. You just won’t. And that’s what makes you pathetic. You think you can leave me? Do you even know what I’ve done for you? What I’ve shown you?”

You stared at him, trembling, but still defiant. “You’ve shown me a prison with a prettier view.”

And Cipher only laughed. “Prison? Sweetheart, I’ve given you the fucking stars! You’d be nothing without me. Nothing.” if he had a mouth, it’d be that disgusting crazy wide grin.

You wanted to run. But how do you run from someone who can rewrite the very ground beneath your feet?

***

You remember the terror of Weirdmageddon because you were at the center of it all. Not by choice, never by choice, but because that’s what he wanted. And what Bill Cipher wanted, he took.

But when it was over, when the Pines family managed the impossible, when Bill was defeated, erased from Stanley’s mind, when they unraveled Bill’s madness, tore him apart, and your world snapped back into place, the silence felt. . . deafening. 

You didn’t see Bill fall, not directly, but you felt it, you knew it was over, the sudden, aching silence where his presence used to be.  

The world felt smaller without him, quieter, duller. And you hated yourself for noticing.

You should’ve been relieved.

But instead, you stood in the ashes of his world, staring up at a sky, at the empty space where his chaos had once burned so brightly.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t laugh. 

And you remembered the stars. But Bill taught you that stars were always meant to burn out.

You remembered the way his voice softened when he talked about them, how excited and happy he sounded, the way he’d show you galaxies as if they were flowers he’d plucked just for you. You remembered the way he watched you, like you were the only thing in all of creation that mattered.

Even now, after his fall, you hope he remembers the galaxies. . . or if he’s just another forgotten star, lost to the void.

And you wondered if, somewhere, in some forgotten corner of the universe, he remembered and saw stars too.

[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 starlight

Pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

Warnings:  ooc mattheo ig, strangers?? to lovers, some things may not be accurate with the hp timeline but shhhh.., no mention of y/n, no mention of house or gender but written with f!reader in mind, time skip, bad writing.., nor really related to “starlight” by taylor but it's hinted.. somewhat

an: finally (!!!!) posting, I plan to post more this month and next year! since fluff is winning the poll, why not just post before the poll closes! ill post something else soon, enjoy this active era... don't know how long it'll last... anyways, I decided to make a Mattheo fic, I wasn't planning on writing for fancast characters but oh well...

4k words :3

The music echoed through the grand hall of Hogwarts as the ballroom glittered with candlelight and charm. The Great Hall had been transformed, enchanted with silver and gold streamers that twirled in the air, floating like ribbons of light. Students twirled and danced in their finest robes, laughing and spinning beneath the enchanted ceiling that reflected a thousand stars.

You stood on the edge of the room, watching the scene unfold with a quiet smile. It was a magical night—one of those rare nights at Hogwarts when everything seemed to shimmer a little brighter, when the worries of exams and dark rumors faded into the background. You could hear the soft murmur of conversation and the click of shoes against the polished stone floors, but all of it felt like a dream, something out of reach.

Then, as though the world had shifted, you saw him.

Mattheo Riddle.

He stood across the room, bathed in the soft glow of the lights, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. His black suit was tailored to perfection, sharp enough to cut glass, and yet somehow, it made him look even more out of place among the laughing couples and chattering students.

He wasn’t the type to care for events like these, not with his reputation. But there he was, looking like he had stepped out of a story—a page from a fairytale written in shadow.

Before you could turn away, your eyes met his. For a brief moment, time slowed, the bustling world around you fading to a whisper. There was something magnetic about Mattheo, something that made it impossible to look away. He didn’t smile, not at first, but there was an almost imperceptible tilt of his lips, a challenge in his gaze.

You took a breath, feeling the weight of the moment. It wasn’t that you weren’t aware of him. The rumors about Mattheo Riddle had followed him around for as long as you could remember. He was the son of Voldemort, after all, and most people saw him as nothing but a shadow of his father’s dark legacy.

But standing there, amidst the glamour of the night, he didn’t seem so terrifying. He seemed… alive. And that was enough to make your heart race in a way you hadn’t expected.

As if on cue, Mattheo took a step toward you, his movements confident, but there was something almost hesitant in the way he approached.

"Don't tell me you're avoiding the dance floor," he said, his voice low and smooth, like it always was, the corners of his mouth barely lifting in amusement.

You raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I prefer to watch," you replied. "Not everyone likes being the center of attention."

"Ah," he smirked, his eyes glinting in the soft light. "But you would be, wouldn't you?"

Your gaze flicked to the crowd around you—pairs of students swaying, spinning in time with the music. You shrugged, feeling a spark of defiance rise in you. "Not if I don't want to be."

For a moment, you both stood in silence, the music continuing to swirl around you. Then, unexpectedly, Mattheo extended his hand.

"Shall we, then?"

You hesitated, not because you didn’t want to, but because of all the things that might follow—rumors, questions, the consequences of dancing with someone like him.

But then, you looked at him—really looked at him—and saw something beyond the darkness of his family name. There was something in his eyes that was raw, something that felt familiar.

You took his hand.

The moment your fingers brushed against his, the entire room seemed to shift. The crowd, the noise, the shadows—all of it melted away as if you and Mattheo were the only ones who existed in that moment.

He led you onto the floor, his grip firm yet gentle, and together, you moved. You didn’t need words. The music took over, and as you both swirled and stepped in perfect sync, you felt as if the very night had been made for this—a moment, fleeting yet infinite.

The whole place was dressed to the nines, the lights casting everything in gold and silver. You were dancing, dancing like you were made of starlight. The floor beneath your feet felt like it was floating, the air crackling with magic. There was no sense of time, no sense of anything other than the rhythm of the music, the warmth of his hand in yours, and the overwhelming feeling that you were a part of something much bigger than yourself.

For once, nothing else mattered. Not the expectations of your houses, not the whispered rumors that followed Mattheo wherever he went, not even the legacy that hung over his every move. In that moment, you weren’t the daughter of this family or the son of that one. You were just two people, dancing beneath the stars, lost in the magic of the night.

As you spun around, Mattheo’s face softened. His usually guarded eyes shone with something you couldn’t name, a kind of freedom that was rare for him, rare for anyone in this world that demanded so much.

“You look like you’re made of starlight,” he said, his voice barely louder than the music around you. “Like you’ve never known anything but this—this moment.”

You laughed softly, breathlessly, spinning in a circle as he twirled you, the movement effortless, like it had been practiced a thousand times in some distant dream.

“Maybe I have,” you teased, “but I don’t think I’ve ever danced with someone like you before.”

His lips curled up slightly, a hint of something softer behind his usual cool demeanor. “I’m not who they say I am,” he said quietly, his words only for you. “And I don’t think you are, either.”

For the first time, the truth in his words felt real. The world around you faded, and there was only the two of you, dancing together under a night full of stars—like you were made for this, made for each other.

As the song reached its final notes, you both slowed, your hearts still racing with the electric energy of the dance. The night was far from over, but in that moment, everything felt possible.

The last note of the slow melody echoed in the air, and the room seemed to hold its breath as you and Mattheo stood still, caught in the moment. The other students around you began to return to their conversations and laughter, but neither of you moved, still wrapped in the enchantment of the night.

Mattheo’s hand remained on your waist, his fingers grazing lightly against your skin, making it feel as if the night wasn’t quite ready to let go of its magic. There was an unspoken understanding between you both, a sense that, just for this one night, the rules didn’t apply. And you found yourself caught up in the moment, as though you were both playing parts in a story where anything was possible.

"Well," you said, breaking the silence, a playful glint in your eye, "that was fun. Too bad it’s almost over."

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Who says it’s over?"

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Mattheo Riddle, are you suggesting we do something reckless?”

His eyes sparkled with an almost dangerous amusement. "I’m suggesting we do whatever we want. No one’s going to stop us."

You took a breath, feeling the adrenaline surge through your veins. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the starlight, or maybe it was the fact that you had never met anyone like him before, but in that moment, you realized that you didn’t want to let go of this feeling. Not yet.

"Alright," you said, grinning, "what do you have in mind?"

Mattheo’s smile widened, a glimmer of mischief lighting up his dark eyes. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I know a way to make this night unforgettable.”

He took your hand, and without waiting for another word, he led you toward the back of the hall, away from the crowd. The further you walked, the more it felt like you were stepping away from the rules of the school, stepping into something that was entirely your own. You could almost hear the soft hum of magic around you, as though the night itself was urging you forward.

"Where are we going?" you asked, your voice low, full of anticipation.

“Trust me,” Mattheo said with a grin, his hand still firmly holding yours. “This is going to be much more fun than anything in there.”

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Before you knew it, you were sneaking down the hidden corridors of Hogwarts, away from the watchful eyes of the professors. The sounds of the ball faded behind you, replaced by the quiet hum of the castle’s stone walls and the rhythmic thud of your shoes on the floor.

“Where are we going?” you asked again, this time more curious than ever.

Mattheo turned to you with a grin that was nothing short of devilish. "We’re going to do something no one’s ever done before. Something no one’s allowed to see."

You raised an eyebrow, your heart beating faster with excitement. "What, like sneaking into the Restricted Section?"

"Even better," he replied, his grin widening. "You’ll see."

Soon, you found yourself outside one of the secret entrances to the castle—a hidden door that led to the courtyard. Mattheo gave you a look, as if daring you to question what was about to happen. Without another word, he stepped outside, pulling you along with him, the cool night air hitting your skin like a wave of freedom.

Outside, the world had transformed. The moonlight bathed the courtyard in soft, silver light, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. You could hear the distant sounds of the ball still going on inside, but it felt far away now. It was as if you were living in your own little world, far removed from the structure and rules of the school.

Mattheo gave you a wink before walking toward the small, abandoned boathouse by the lake, a place where few students ventured. You could tell by his confident stride that this was no accident, no last-minute idea. This was exactly what he’d been planning all along.

As you reached the boathouse, he turned to you, his eyes alight with something mischievous. “Ever sneak into a party no one invited you to?”

You laughed, knowing exactly where this was headed. “Are you really asking me that?”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, enchanted key—a key that unlocked a small, rusted door at the back of the boathouse. It creaked open, and you followed Mattheo inside, only to find yourself standing in front of a small boat, hidden from the view of the rest of the castle. The boat was waiting—its silver oars gleaming softly under the moonlight.

"This is where the fun begins," Mattheo said, as though the whole world were an open invitation. "We’re going to take the boat out onto the lake, just like a couple of royal rebels—no one will know. We’ll be our own duchess and prince, living on our own terms."

You couldn’t help but laugh, the feeling of wild freedom washing over you. This was absurd, ridiculous, and absolutely perfect.

Mattheo winked at you, his expression playful. "If anyone asks, we’re a pair of nobles escaping the confines of their royal duties."

The image of you and Mattheo sneaking out under the stars, pretending to be royalty, made you laugh again. It was like a scene from some fairy tale, a far cry from the expectations of the world around you. For once, you didn’t care who was watching. You were exactly where you were meant to be.

You climbed into the boat beside him, the cool night air swirling around you as the two of you set off into the lake, the boat gliding silently across the water. The lights of Hogwarts twinkled in the distance, but here, in the middle of the lake, it was just the two of you—alive, free, and made of starlight.

The boat creaked gently as it floated back toward the shore, your hands still tangled in Mattheo’s. The night air was cool now, the stars shining brightly above you as the two of you made your way back to Hogwarts, the ball long forgotten behind you. The distant sounds of laughter and music still echoed in your mind, but it was almost as if they belonged to someone else’s world now—the world you had left behind when you stepped outside with Mattheo, a world of rules and expectations.

Your thoughts were swirling. This night had been more than just a dance or a stolen boat ride—it had felt like an escape, like you and Mattheo were breaking free from everything that had ever tried to define you. It felt like you could dream impossible things, and for a fleeting moment, those dreams were more real than the walls of Hogwarts itself.

But as you neared the shore, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything that had come before this night, everything that had been lurking in the back of your mind. The pressure of your future, the weight of what people expected from you, the doubts you had about yourself—it all came rushing back in.

You glanced over at Mattheo, the full moon casting a silvery glow over his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that made you wonder if he, too, was caught up in the same thoughts.

“You alright?” he asked quietly, his voice low as the boat gently bumped against the rocks of the shore.

You hesitated, not sure how to explain the whirlwind inside your head. “I’m just... thinking,” you said softly. “About everything. About the future. About things I can’t change.”

Mattheo’s gaze softened, and he let go of the oars, turning to face you fully. “You know,” he said, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “you worry too much.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Worry too much? About what?”

He reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch light but deliberate. “About things you can’t control. Things you can’t change. You’ll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way.”

His words felt like a weight being lifted off your shoulders, but you couldn’t quite let go. "But what if I can’t change them? What if I’m just stuck?"

Mattheo leaned back slightly, looking up at the sky, his gaze distant for a moment as if he was searching for something. His voice was low, but firm. "You can’t change the things that happen to you. But you can change how you see them."

He paused, his eyes meeting yours again, this time with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

"Don’t you see the starlight, starlight?" he asked, his words slow, deliberate. "Don’t you dream impossible things?"

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the sudden depth of his voice. It was almost as if he was pulling you into his world, asking you to forget about the weight of reality and just... believe.

He took a step closer, his hand reaching for yours again, his fingers brushing over your knuckles. “There’s magic in this world, you know. Not just the kind that happens in the classrooms or the halls of Hogwarts. But the kind that comes when you stop worrying about everything you can’t change and start dreaming about everything you could.”

You found yourself leaning in just slightly, drawn to the fire in his eyes. The world seemed to hold its breath for a moment, everything else vanishing into the starlight. "What if my dreams don’t come true? What if all this is just... just a fleeting thing?"

Mattheo’s lips quirked into a smile, but there was something so genuine in it, something that made you believe him. "Then at least you’ll know you tried. And I can promise you this—you’re never alone in your dreams."

There was a weight to his words, an unspoken promise that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it made your heart race. You took a deep breath, trying to steady the feeling that was blooming inside you, something warm, something real.

The air around you felt alive, as though Mattheo’s words had summoned something powerful between you—something bigger than Hogwarts, bigger than the worries you had been carrying for so long.

“Mattheo,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if we just... forget everything? Just for tonight.”

His gaze softened, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say.”

Mattheo took your hand once more and pulled you gently toward the shore. The moonlight illuminated the two of you as if you were the only two people in the world. And for the first time all night, you felt a sense of peace, a sense that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. That you could dream beyond what you thought was possible.

The weight of everything you couldn’t change, everything that had been pressing down on you, seemed lighter now, as if Mattheo had taken it all away with a few simple words.

“So what’s next, then?” you asked, your voice light, playful. “Where do we go from here?”

Mattheo chuckled softly, the sound carrying across the stillness of the lake. “We go wherever we want,” he said, his voice filled with conviction. “And wherever we want is our world. The world we’re going to make.”

You smiled, finally letting yourself believe him. It was crazy, it was reckless, but it felt right. For the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to let go of the things you couldn’t control. For once, you were going to dream impossible things—and maybe, just maybe, they would come true.

Mattheo’s hand was still in yours, and you could feel the magic of the night wrapping around you both like a promise.

This was only the beginning.

And as the two of you stood there on the shore, under the starlit sky, you both knew that anything was possible. Even dreams that seemed impossible.

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Three months had passed since that unforgettable night on the lake, where Mattheo and you had escaped the confines of Hogwarts and found freedom under the stars. Since then, things had changed in the most unexpected, but wonderful way.

You and Mattheo had gone from secret stolen moments to open affection, from daring adventures to quiet, late-night talks. There was something easy about being with him, something that felt as though it had always been meant to be. The once carefree moments of rebellion had turned into quiet afternoons together, exploring the world beyond the walls of the castle, letting each other in in ways you hadn’t thought possible.

Tonight, though, things were different. You were at the Yule Ball, one of the most anticipated events of the year. The air was filled with the gentle hum of magical music, and the grand hall was glowing with enchanted lights, just like the first time you’d danced with Mattheo. This time, though, you were no longer strangers. You were a couple, and there was a deeper sense of understanding between you two.

Mattheo looked as handsome as ever, dressed to the nines in a deep emerald green suit, his dark hair tousled just the right amount. He looked at you with a familiar, lazy smile as you met him in the center of the floor.

“Ready for another night we won’t forget?” he asked, his voice smooth and full of promise.

You smiled, your heart skipping a beat. “Always.”

As the music began to play, you found yourself swept into a gentle waltz. The orchestra’s soft melody filled the air, and Mattheo’s hand slid easily into place at your waist, pulling you in closer.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly as you both moved in sync, the ease of your connection making the dance seem effortless. The way his hand held yours, the way his eyes locked with yours—it was like a scene from a dream.

And then, something strange happened. As you spun in the circle of his arms, you felt a rush of deja vu, a sense of déjà vu that made everything feel like it had happened before—this exact moment, this exact dance, this exact feeling of being swept away.

The music was now the same song that had played on that first magical night—the night when everything had started. You remembered the boat ride, the starlit sky, the way Mattheo had told you that you could dream impossible things. It felt like the universe had conspired to bring you back to this moment.

Mattheo seemed to sense it too. He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing just slightly, his grip on your hand tightening.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music.

You nodded, the feeling of being here with him—again—too strong to ignore. “Yeah... It’s like we’ve danced this dance before.”

A slow smile spread across his lips. “It’s because we have. It just took us a little while to get here.”

His words echoed in your mind. We’ve danced this dance before. And in a way, you realized, you had. This wasn’t just a simple waltz. This was a story that was continuing, a dream that you had both shared and were now living in real-time.

You spun again, the room spinning with you, but this time, everything was in perfect harmony. The music, the people around you, the glittering lights. It was all a part of the magic you had built together. A love you’d crafted from impossible dreams and starlight.

Mattheo leaned in as the music softened, his lips brushing against your ear. “You know,” he said in that playful, teasing voice that made your heart race, “I’ve been thinking…”

You raised an eyebrow, still caught up in the rhythm of the dance. “Uh-oh, should I be worried?”

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Well, I was thinking that, maybe one day, we could get married. Have ten kids. Teach ‘em how to dream impossible things, just like we’ve been doing.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a soft sound that was filled with affection. “Ten kids? That’s a bit ambitious, don’t you think?”

Mattheo grinned, his lips curling into a devil-may-care smile. “Hey, I’m just dreaming impossible things here.”

You leaned into him, the soft beat of the music surrounding you both. There was a certain magic in that idea—impossible, maybe, but thrilling all the same.

For a brief moment, you both fell into a quiet, peaceful silence, the song washing over you like a tide of shared memories. The whole place was alive with the hum of the ball, but in that instant, it felt like it was just the two of you, wrapped in the starlight, with the impossible dreams you shared.

As the song played on, the world seemed to blur around you, the room twinkling like the stars above. You and Mattheo danced, lost in the rhythm, lost in the magic of this moment. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like the world wasn’t something to be feared or controlled. It was something to be embraced, to be dreamed into existence.

When the song ended, you and Mattheo stood there, both of you breathing slightly heavier, faces flushed from the intensity of the dance. His hand lingered on your waist, and yours was still tightly wrapped around his. The crowd around you had grown louder with the ending of the dance, but the two of you seemed to exist in a bubble—one that had been created by the impossible dreams you both shared.

“You know,” Mattheo said softly, his voice almost a whisper against the music, “it’s moments like this... that make me feel like anything is possible.”

You smiled, your heart swelling. "I know exactly what you mean."

He pulled you closer for another slow dance, as if time itself was standing still, and for once, it felt like the impossible was within reach.

[moonlit-midnight]

Lights are brighter when you’re near

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts.

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Friendship. 

Warnings: GN!Reader, fluff without a plot, Riddle is OOC since this is an AU.

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For as long as you could remember, your childhood best friend Riddle was a sickly boy, often in and out of the hospital.

However, despite his condition, he didn’t let it stop him from living his best life.

He was a strong, charmingly bright soul, full of hope and positive energy, often brimming with excitement and not caring what form it took as long as it made his little heart beat.

And you absolutely admired him for that.

Whenever he got discharged from the hospital, you would eagerly wait for him by the beach where the two of you first met, your arms stretched out like wings to welcome him in your embrace.

Riddle would excitedly run to you and enclose you in a tight hug.

Peals of soft laughter would spill out of your lips when both of you would stumble backwards into the sandy ground.

His strong hold on you was a reassurance that he was here with you, doing just fine and vibrantly alive.

★ –

Riddle was sitting close to the shore, watching the calm waves touching his feet while you were resting your head on his lap, admiring the clouds rolling by in the morning sky.

It was summer, and yet the ocean breeze was refreshingly soothing and cool. 

“How are you holding up when I’m not around? I bet you feel lonely.” He said in a teasing tone, bright gray eyes peering down at you.

“Lonely? Not at all.” you looked up at Riddle, flashing him a grin. “I have our other friends keeping me company.”

“Rascal.” He tousled your hair affectionately causing you to giggle lightly. “Can you sit for a moment? I have something for you.”

You sat up in an instant, curiously eyeing the item that he fished out from his pocket. 

On Riddle’s palm sat a silver necklace paired with a rose-shaped ruby pendant, glittering beautifully beneath the summer sun.

“I thought of gifting you something special… so you can always have me around.”

“It’s lovely,” you took it with a grateful smile as you stared at the wonderfully made pendant before putting it around your neck. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re most welcome.” Lying back on the sand, your redhead best friend hummed and smiled softly in response.

“We’ll always have each other, won’t we, Riddle?”

“Yes, always.”

[creatureshrieks]

ur onions. give me ur onions.

[newfngs]

i still hate that 'new' blogs have the 'for you' first and you can't move them.

[64ko]

what if the todd blog is called vegone.

[blxcklxdge]

not my muse but every time dale cooper is on screen i just start giggling and stimming this man makes my heart swell so much

[vegone]

Look at this 😭😭😭 I wanna be a wallace so bad but IK deep down I'm a Todd 💔

NOOOOOO TODD!!!! POOR TODD!!!! Wallace you threw away a GOOD MAN!!! AND FOR WHAT!!!

But mood, I get it</3

[echantedtoon]

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch1 Premise

Elegance, grace, and beauty. That is what made up someone's worth where she was from. But perhaps it was her kindness that was the downfall of her life. After all no good deed goes unpunished.

(Warnings for yandere themes, mentioned entertainment district and spicy stuff but it will STAY sfw, Kid's in cannon killing streak and violence, maybe some cussing, and kidnapping.

Tagging @punks-never-die205 @feiatjjk

@karmadglory @swampstew

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I apologize if I write Kid or his crew OOC in this. I only wrote for Kid like one other time. Also apologies for the inaccuracy of anything. I'll research everything in One Piece as accurately as possible. I'm only planning on this to have four parts so bare with me.)

The waves crashed against the solid wood of the nightmare that tainted the seas with its blight. The dull voyage towards it's next destination undisclosed to the masses until it was too late. Until the cries of the victims dammed to endure the blight's upcoming wrath soared throughout the heavens. The air impure of the smoke from hellfire that ravaged the land and homes of the peaceful innocents that could flee in terror and watch in ever growing shock and fear as the Red Devil laughed his cries of mania.

'Pillage. Plunder. Take. Leave not even a penny of value behind.'

That was the unspoken code for his existence and by extension the very existence of his hellish crew. Each one as deadly and hellish as their Red Devil of a leader however no one could compare to the wrath of the leader himself. That's why he was feared far more than the trickling members who followed him into battle. 

'Take what you want. Dam anyone else who stands in the way. We are the best of the worst generation.'

The faint scent of smoke still  festered from the clothes on their backs from the latest of the hellborns' victims. Consuming everything in their path that wasn't stolen or rescued from their grasp by the few lucky victims that managed to get away from the scorching flames and weapons the devil's wielded. For those who survived lived to tell the newest horror stories of the blight.

The blight known around the world as the Victoria Punk.

A ship lead by the devil captain and his band of murderers and thieves. Thousands of lives changed forever for the worst by a single vessel.

The vessel carried on into the night. The wind pushing it towards the closest destination to endure their presence. The sour wind was filled with the cheers of the victorious thieves celebrating their latest tragedy. The decks filled with the thundering of footsteps and murmuring of excited voices as they all exchanged words and passed around the rewards of their disaster. 

THUD!

The murmuring was short lived when a large wooden chest was just dropped in the middle of the deck at the feet of two large boots. Two laughing men eagerly grabbing at the top to pry it open for the mostly blank face of the one who watched them. After all-

Everyone knows that the Captain has first pick of the best plunder. 

A metallic sound was heard as a lock snapped. Wood creaked as the top was pried open. And moonlight glowed from silver to gold. Ah. A wondrous abundance it was. The sight of gold bedazzled in the moonlight was always a sight to behold. Never got old. A gasp of awe passed around the deck at the sight of cold and countless gems. Scattered greens and reds signalled the presence of rubies and emeralds while the clear ones told them that diamonds were in the mix. As much as greedy hands wanted to nab the precious loot, the unspoken code that the Captain would happily toss whoever dared defy him into the ocean for a swim. 

So all watched in bated breathes as footsteps approached the chest with a frown. 

The glittery gold shining off from the moonlit gold. In their glitter the many reflections of Amber eyes as they leaned down to gaze upon the shimmer and shine. From the chest a single jewelry was taken. A gold chained necklace swayed from where a finger and thumb gripped it's base. A single large pink spinel gem sparkled and swayed, reflected in the amber pupil that brought it close to inspect it's sparkle. Eyes narrowed looking as it swayed almost hypnotically.. before red lips split in a wide grin. 

"Heh. And to think they were planning on using this to fund that new little marine base. They should've known better than to try and build that in the same area as pirates!" A bout of loud laughter filled the air from the crew. The necklace tossed to the side into the lucky excited hands of a greedy pirate. "I think we earnt ourselves a little reward after this."

"Whaddya mean by that, Kid?"

The secondary voice was calm and collected despite the amount of blood that spilt from the killer's hands just a mere few hours ago. The name being ironic of his deeds.  Despite the calm demeanor by the curious tilt of his head one could tell he was curious as to what the red headed captain was thinking of. 

The fearsome man of blood red hair turned to him with that sadistically pleased grin of his. "I'm talking about where we're currently positioned, Killer." His brow raised. "If we set sail for the Flower Capital right this second, about when we'll get there?"

The blonde masked man him in a clear tone of thought, calculating carefully before the tilted head turned back up. "If the winds keep going like this and we go now, then we should get there either around sundown or nightfall tomorrow. But why would we set sail for there?"

"Ain't it obvious, Kil? I think you deserve a reward for the hard work we all put in! Don't you agree?" A flurry of agreement from the jeerers was immediately as an arm raised pointing out a specific direction. "Turn the ship northwest and set full speed ahead. IM TAKING YOU LUCKY BASTARDS TO THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT!"

An uproar was immediate. The promise of women, booze, and women was bestowed upon them all. A pair of men in the cheering crowd even embracing each other in the excitement.

"Is that a wise choice, Kid?," the blonde man asked slowly crossing his arms and looking at the smiling Captain. "That place is more corrupt than some waters of the sea, and crime runs rampant."

"Sounds like my kind of place."

"What I'm trying to say is maybe we shouldn't ask for more trouble after destroying the makings of a marine base," he explained calmly, "That place is full of criminals and I heard you're not even allowed to live there unless you got money or you're in service to some rich prick. Your bounty might draw some crazy out of the woodworks desperate for cash."

A broad arm was slung over his shoulders and the blonde knew that it was pointless to argue right that second. "Then we got nothin' to worry about. We got the funds, and if we need more we'll just gladly take some of the graciously donated 'funds' from those rich fucks. If anyone tries to get in our way ... We'll our night might be a little more fun is all. Plus I have three good things that's gonna convince you otherwise."

"*sigh* And those would be?"

"Booze, food, and women." He held up three fingers as he lifted off the subjects of convincing.

Despite the mask he could see the convinced look that Killer had before he sighed once more. "Fine but let me just say now that I told you so if something goes wrong."

"Keyword, Kil. IF it goes wrong. Which it-"

"Don't finish that sentence and jinx yourself."

Despite the warning of the longtime trusted friend, the Captain did nothing but pat the faithful companion on the back before turning his attention back towards the chest that still laid bare and untouched, as everyone knew the rules in place by authority and hierarchy of the ship. The sweet jingling of coins against jewelry and gemstone sounded out as his hands dipped down into the board and threatened to spill onto the deck as they slipped between his fingers from hands pulled back. After all the Captain ALWAYS gets best pick of the spoils. 

"To the victor goes the spoils."