#fate winx saga

[frogsmulder]

Okay doing this again bc there are a few mistakes on the last one

[supercap2319]

"I have to meet Silva at the bastion in fifteen minutes." The tone in Sky's voice was a good indicator that he wasn't looking forward to another Specialist training session. To be perfectly honest; he wanted to skip it for today.

The bed shifts as Y/N joined Sky and laid down on his chest, feeling Sky's breathing going up and down as they laid their for a few minutes and stared at the ceiling. Sky put an arm around Y/N's body and pulled him flushed against his body.

"You know a lot can happen in fifteen minutes. We could schedule in a quickie so you won't be so grumpy when you meet Silva." The smile was ever present. I'm his boyfriend's words as Sky let out a chuckle. "I suppose shagging for a few minutes wouldn't be so bad."

"Good. Because I've been itching for more of this gorgeous body of yours." Y/N smiled.

Sky chuckled and leaned his face towards Y/N's, and they shared a kiss.

[morsmoon]

bookbinding fanfics and selling them is straight up evil and yall should feel ashamed of yourselves. a lot of fanfic writers want to delete all their work from the internet because people take their stories and sell them on ebay. i don’t think you understand how important fanfic writers are and that we should all respect them and be grateful that they decide to share their talent with us for free!!!! do NOT fucking sell someone else’s work without their consent what the fuck is wrong with you

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Everywhere I go leads me back to you”

Farah Dowling x Female Specialist Reader

wc : 3000+

cw : smoking cigarettes // soulmate identifying marks // not actually unrequited love but kind of an ambiguous ending

i’m currently in my eve best brain-rot era and this is just a little something to blow off steam before i continue brainstorming for rhaenys. there is an awful lack of rhaenys x female reader stories, so if you are in need of some just like i am, you can come yell your ideas at me. farah breadcrumbs are welcomed too 🤲🏻

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There is a terrible ache dancing along your legs, pain faintly pulsing across the plane of your back. Behind the security of your palm shielding the unruly breeze, the cigarette which hangs between your lips is ignited by a spark from the lighter, made only brighter by a breath that you subsequently inhale. It burns your throat, but in a way that you are well accustomed to unlike the vexing agony that has found home on your body as of late.

This sensation, one that breeds irritation, is nothing akin to the pleasant soreness that you are used to feeling after every training session during your time in the Solarian Army. While, in the past, you go to bed satisfied despite your aching limbs, an indication to a day purposefully spent, now you brood over the state of your body. It is, after all, one of the telltale signs that you are not in your pristine condition, which has also brought you to once again roam these grounds that you have so intimately known and walked to begin with.

Getting severely maimed during a mission has led to you getting temporarily dismissed from your duties. Rather than taking leave as is suggested to you, you have instead requested to be sent to Alfea, your former school, to both recuperate and share your combat expertise with the students as a temporary instructor, not being entirely too thrilled at the idea of wallowing in bed-rest after days of rigorous trainings to hone your skills, or perhaps if you are to be unabashedly honest, out of a profound yearning of your heart.

A chuckle bubbles in your chest, bitter, tinged with self-mockery. It is with an exhale of breath that you distract yourself, expelling the uninvited thoughts along with a cloud of smoke that escapes through your nose, through the crack of your lips, and they swirl around your head. After taking a final, languid drag of the cigarette, you toss it to the ground, effectively dousing it with the heel of your boot.

You are in desperate need of a drink, preferably alcoholic, but given that work is in progress, not to mention a class that you have to supervise alongside Headmaster Silva at hand, you opt for something less strong. About a couple of minutes later, you find yourself in the staff lounge. With professors busy at this time of day teaching their respective classes, the room is empty, and you walk to the counter to brew yourself a nice, hot cup of coffee.

The aroma of freshly ground beans is rich, but richer still is the perfumed air that pleasantly tickles your nose. It smells of books, of sunny afternoons, of jasmines in full bloom, of a love left buried.

“You reek of cigarettes.”

At the familiar voice, amused rather than displeased, that spreads over you like a warm blanket, you cannot help but let loose a little grin, recalling many a time during your school years when you have suffered an earful from the woman herself for your misbehaviours.

“If you’re going to reprimand me for it, you should have known better by now, Headmistress, that it’s no use trying.”

“Even the mountains will eventually crumble, will they not?”

Amusement tugs on one corner of Headmistress Dowling’s lips by the time you turn to face her. She gestures to you with a small tilt of her head. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

“Coffee? I just brewed some.”

“Please.”

After pouring the freshly-brewed coffee into two porcelain cups, you put sugar and a splash of milk into one cup while keeping the other black. You carry them to where the Headmistress has seated herself on a nearby couch, handing the sweetened one to her.

“Here it is, my lady.” Your playfulness earns you an eye roll. “A cube of sugar and a splash of milk if I remember correctly.”

With a delicacy that you are sure only she possesses, she cradles the cup in her hands with a whispered “Thanks.”

“You remember correctly.” A blossom of a smile grows on her lips, beautiful and dizzying, but the soft tummy-butterflies inducing moment is abruptly eclipsed by the pain that suddenly flares across you ribcage.

Try as you may, you fail to rein in your emotions it seems, for one moment, the mind fairy is sitting, and the next, she is on her feet, the cup hastily discarded on the table. Her hands are poised to steady you should you falter on your feet. You stop her with a gesture of a hand, a chuckle freed from your throat as a sorry excuse of a reassurance. Although unconvinced, she makes no further moves, says nothing, only quietly observing you with her eyes as you move to sit on the other side of the couch. She retakes her seat.

“How are you finding your new job so far?”

“It’s…different. Slower than what I’m used to in the army. But the students are eager to learn and-” You take a sip of your coffee, chance a glance at her, and see that she is taking a delicate sip from her own cup. “-it’s good to be back here.”

As much as you like to believe that the last part of your confession is the product of it, the more logical part of you argue that it is the mention of her students that has her wearing a ghost of a smile, pleased.

“They are, aren’t they? And they’re fortunate to have someone with your experience as their instructor.”

After a beat, she adds. “And…how are you faring?”

The question has you hesitating for a moment, not wanting to appear weak, but nothing will come of lying to a mind fairy, much less someone who bears your name, the mark of your soul on her body.

“Recovering. Slowly. But it’s hard to stay still after being on the front lines.”

“I understand. Sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves.”

Her face is unreadable, a masterful deceit, but you suspect there are hidden depths to her words.

“Last I recall, you weren’t a fan of coffee.”

It is with her own words that you begin your response. “You recall correctly, but many a white night has left me relying on it. And I’ve grown rather fond of its company.”

She levels you with a reproachful lift of a brow.

“You consume coffee, black I might add, because you can’t sleep? Aren’t you going around in circles?”

“I need it to keep me alert. Also, in case you forgot, I’m no longer your student, Headmistress.” Your reply comes out more venomous than you have intended it to, years of bottled up emotions suddenly coming to a boil.

“That doesn’t mean I’ve cared for you any less.”

Although the confession is but a murmured breath, the force of it is colossal against you, filling your mind with what-ifs upon what-ifs. With an exhale and a squeeze of your eyes, you hurriedly stand, a string of words fleeing your lips as you leave the room in a haste.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a class to teach.”

The brain may forget but the heart always remembers. She has eyes the colour of rich honey, brown at first sight but drenched in sunlight, swirls of greens and specks of oranges dance and mingle, a beautiful, enchanting lake that makes you want to drown in it. Although she carries herself with an authority as befits a Headmistress, her students matter to her above all else. She cherishes her job to a fault, so much so that once upon a time, she has simply dismissed the soul tie that you share without so much as batting an eyelid.

The class passes in a blur. You guide, you demonstrate, you regale them with tales of your battles all the while drowning in your own memories. Even as the last class of the day is dismissed and dusk sets in, you remain on the training grounds, practicing, fighting imaginary opponents, in hopes of giving your mind something else to focus on, which you find to be failing miserably.

From the very first moment you have met her all those years ago on your first day of school, there has been an inexplicable connection, a feather-light touch of magic that softly caresses your skin. “Sup.” has been your very first words to her, admittedly not the most ideal greeting of a new student to her Headmistress. A look is all she gives you, unimpressed, understandably so, and given that your class is mainly supervised by Headmaster Silva, you seldom cross paths with her after that. On rare occasions when you do cross paths however, despite your greetings, she refuses to acknowledge you as though you are invisible to her.

And finally, finally, when she decides you worthy enough to grace you with her words, it has been to scold you. On that fateful day, you have been standing on the sidelines as two of your classmates are locked in a fight on the platform. It just so happens to be one of those days where Headmistress Dowling is present on the training grounds to spectate the progress of the students.

When a dagger has flown astray from the middle of the fight, it aims at one person, who at present has her back to the imminent threat, trapped in a conversation with Headmaster Silva, you realise in trepidation. Without thinking, you leap, an arm darting out to catch the weapon in your hand. Inwardly, you marvel at your own reflexes, finding it hard to believe that you have stopped a weapon with your bare hand, albeit not without consequences. With your palm cut open, blood has oozed, and the thick liquid drips down your wrist.

The close proximity of the Headmistress to you is felt in that spine-tingling, knee-weakening way, and smelt in the fragrant wind, before her voice finally reaches your ear in the form of your name. The pleasant surprise that takes hold of you at her knowledge of your name is quickly overshadowed by annoyance at the tone of her voice, equally as annoyed, her displeasure apparent on the hardened plane of her face once you turn to greet her.

“A thank you would be nice. I just saved you after all.”

“Which was utterly unnecessary I might add. Don’t mistake recklessness for courage.”

Ouch! That hurts. Even more so than the dagger’s mark that has permanently found home on your body.

“Greenhouse, at once.”

It is amidst getting your wound treated that you notice something that has not been on your skin before. On the delicate flesh of your wrist appears a name in a beautiful cursive. Farah, it reads, but judging by the reaction of the earth fairy before you, unfazed and composed, you reckon that this must be for your eyes only.

No sooner have you had your wound properly dressed than you are seeking out Farah, determined to confront the reality of your bond. You find her in her office, standing by the window, looking out over the grounds.

“Headmistress,” you say, stepping inside. “We need to talk.”

She turns to face you, her expression a mask of cool detachment. “There's nothing to discuss.”

“How can you say that?” You have demanded, stepping closer. “We both know what those marks mean.”

Farah sighs, closing her eyes for a moment before meeting your gaze. “The revelation changes nothing. I do not own you. Don’t let mere words bind you to me. I’m only your headmistress and you are merely my student. And that is where this ends.”

Her words cut deep, but you refuse to back down. “Farah, you can't just ignore this. It's not just about words or marks. It's about what we feel.”

“What you feel,” she has corrected you, her voice firm. “I am responsible for the safety and education of all my students. I cannot afford to let personal feelings interfere.” And in that no-nonsense way, she adds, “Also, it’s Headmistress Dowling to you.”

With a shake of your head, frustration and hurt well up inside you. “It's more than that, Headmistress and you know it. We have a connection, something real and undeniable. Why are you so afraid of it?”

For a moment, you see softness in her eyes, revealing a flicker of the pain she is trying so hard to hide, but it is gone as soon as it has come. “Because if I acknowledge it, everything changes. And I cannot allow that.”

“You're wrong,” It sounds unconvincing even to your own ears, but a desperate murmur. “Ignoring it won't make it go away. It just makes us both miserable.”

She turns away, her shoulders tense. “Go back to your training. Focus on becoming the best specialist you can be. That's what matters.”

You have stood there for a long moment, dared to entertain the fool’s dream in which she turns back, says something, anything to acknowledge the truth you both feel. But she has cut that little thread of hope by remaining silent, a statue of unyielding resolve.

Finally, you turn to leave, your heart heavy but your resolve unbroken. “This isn't over, Headmistress. Not by a long shot.”

So you have declared but deep down, you have always known that you are doomed to failure from the start. And before you know it, the graduation day dawns bright and clear upon Alfea, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you.

Students and faculty have gathered on the grand lawn, the air filled with excitement and a tinge of sadness as friends prepare to part ways. Farah Dowling stands at the podium, her regal presence commanding attention as she addresses the graduates. You stand among your peers, listening to her speech but barely registering the words. Your heart is heavy with the decision you have made. Despite all your efforts, Farah has remained resolute in her stance, keeping the walls between you impenetrable.

As the ceremony eventually comes to an end bringing with it your inevitable departure, you have caught the Headmistress’s gaze from across the stage. Her eyes have lingered on you for a moment, a flicker of something unspoken passing between the two of you. Then she looks away, and the moment is no more.

In your dorm room, your belongings are packed and ready, each item a reminder of the years spent at Alfea, of the bonds formed and the love left unrequited. Your friends try to convince you to stay, to join them in their adventures, but you know that you are in desperate need of a fresh start, far from the memories that still haunt these halls.

So, with your bags slung over your shoulder, you make your way to the gates of Alfea. Behind you, the school stands in all her majestic glory, a place of learning and growth, and of heartache. You pause, taking a final glance, realising with a hint of melancholy that you are not only leaving a place that has been your home for three years but also a part of yourself behind.

You have not been expecting a farewell, one last goodbye, but there she is, standing tall and composed at the gates. A spellbinding beauty, you think stupidly.

Your name spills forth her lips, dainty and delicate in appearance, but you have not been given the chance, nor will you ever be allowed to find out how they feel against your own, a forbidden fruit. When she speaks, her voice is firm, genuine. “I wanted to wish you well in your future endeavours. You have been an exemplary student, and I have no doubt you will succeed in whatever path you choose.”

“Thank you, Headmistress. Alfea has been…” You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat. “everything to me.”

For a moment, she hesitates, then steps closer, lowering her voice to that excruciating, dizzying timbre. “I hope you find what you're looking for, wherever you go.”

You look into her eyes, searching for any sign of the connection you feel, but her walls are fiercely in place. With a heavy heart, you breathe. “Goodbye, Headmistress.”

By the time you turn to leave, once again, her voice halts you.

Your name leaves her lips in a soft murmur. You turn back, hope blossoming in your chest, only to have it crushed by her next words, both a gentle and a cruel finality to your fated encounter. “Take care of yourself.”

A sad smile spreads across your lips. “You too, Headmistress.”

With every step you take away from Alfea, and from her, a mixture of sorrow and determination burns in your chest. It is finally time to bury the past, to lock away the love you feel and move forward.

Months have passed as you travel, exploring new places and honing your skills. The pain of leaving Alfea and your beloved Headmistress, although duller than they use to, never truly vanish. You throw yourself into your new life, hell-bent on building something worthwhile.

One evening, in a small village nestled in a valley, you find yourself sitting by a tranquil river, the water reflecting the fading light of day. You trace the mark on your wrist, Farah’s name forever etched into your skin. Try as you may to lock away your feelings, the bond still remains, a silent testament to what could have been.

With a sigh, you close your eyes and let the cool breeze wash over you. The past is behind you, and while the future is uncertain, you know you have the strength to face it.

“Fuck, I should’ve never returned to these godforsaken grounds. So much for leaving the past behind!”

Presently, you curse aloud as you slash nothing but air with your twin blades, reenacting scenes from your battlefield. The efforts with which you have made to keep your feelings buried have been for naught, for in the end, in a moment of weakness, you have listened to your heart, and returned to where it longs to be the most.

By her side.

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Fate - The Winx Saga Masterlist

as always, if you want to read everything i've written about this, including match ups and all, click here

also warning, this list seems endless. i've written so many drabbles for this fandom omfg

Riven:

Sky's Little Sister

Dance with me

Annoying the Others, as Always

Protective

That's usual Riven

Sky Walks In

Studies and Smoking

Riven is a Softie

Riven's Shirt

There's other people around, damn it!

Tension

No Kisses, just Smoking

Sharing a Cig

First Time Smoking

Carry Me

Caught

Bookworm

Forgetful

Study Sessions

Off my Leg, Please

Stop Snogging in front of Our Faces | Part Two

In Class

Board Games

Reunion

Slow Mornings

Tired

Training Sessions

The Worst

Sickness

Take Care of Me

Muddy, Dirty, Flirty

Riven is Nervous

Happy Place

Favourite Hoodie

Self-Defence Lessons

Earth Fairy Powers

Men Suck

One Bed Trope

You're with Him?

Drunk

Insomniac

Birthday

A Drunk and a Dumbass

Drenched and Bitchy

Booknerd

Napping on his Shoulder

Ice Fairy Powers

Give It Back!

Is that my Shirt?

Almost Caught

Perfectly Sober

No, It's Freezing

Cheating on Sam

Sky and Riven Fighting About You

Poly Relationship with Sky and Reader Headcanons

Poly with Bea and Reader

Dating Riven Headcanons

Enemies to Lovers Headcanons

Sam:

Secret, No Secret

Together or Not At All

Go to Sleep

Still Awake

Apparently We Are Dating

Grey:

Drunk

One Bed

Come back to Bed, Baby

Safe and Sound

Who Needs Training?

Childhood Friends

Date

First Kiss

Almost Fryed Me There

I'm (not) here Illegally

Dating Grey Headcanons

Sky:

Christmas Season

Smoking

Nightmares

Sky's Sister

Chronic Pain

Training Accident

Sky and Riven Fighting About You

Poly Relationship with Riven and Reader Headcanons

Beatrix:

Cramps

Take Care of Me

Breaking and Entering

Cigarettes and Making Out

Poly with Riven and Reader

[darlenchanted-art]

What I wanted from new Fate the Winx Saga graphic novel but didn't get (pt 1) - The Trix

Beatrix being brought back by the Shadow (getting blue hair after resurrection) and joining her sisters, Isobel and D'Arcy, as the story's main villains. But nah, we can't have nice things, can we?

[merci-bitch]

can you please make one of your headcanons with Farah Dowling?? :)

Of course!! Love Eve :)

Not my gif! And the usual warnings of course! And it’s a wee bit long! Hahah xx

- Farah is a very private and passionate lover

- She’s very caring, and it both comes with her personality and her trauma

- She’s still trying to move on from Rosalind, and to try to create a better world for her students

- It takes a toll on her, but she’s getting there

- You help of course, as much as possible

- You’re the light of her life and you’ve been together for almost 10 years

- In a way, she’s very happy she meet you after Rosalind

- She would have been afraid that she’d take you from her, because you’d pull her focus away from Rosalind

- She wants to keep you safe, just as much as her students

- You started at Alfea when they had graduated

- And came back to teach years after

- You’re an air fairy, but a vulnerable one

- In an accident, you burnt out your magic

- So some days it works perfectly normal, and other days it’s none existent

- It makes her all more worried about you

- You find it cute

- Farah likes to tease you about your height

- You’re obviously shorter than her, and with her in heels she’s even taller

- She’s a romantic

- Loves warm baths with candle light and wine

- A quiet record playing

- You often give her shoulder rubs, as she gets quite stiff and tense from her job as a headmistress

- There’s always something to do

- Specially after she finds Bloom and a burned one turns up

- And it worries you

- She suddenly gets more irritated and and worries more

- And then when Saul gets attacked?

- Takes her days to calm down

- Despite your best efforts, and she’s grateful for you trying to help her

- More than anything

- She’s always trying to romance you when she has the time

- Dinners and everything

- She might not be the best cook, but hey

- Girl is trying

- She LOVES your cooking

- Specially when you treat her with pasta

- Perhaps a little slow dance

- She’s very caring in bed

- Takes her time, and doesn’t like to rush it

- Loves a little naughty time by the fireplace

- Loves how the fire’s light glows on your skin

- Saul and Ben like to tease you too

- How you get “weak in the knees” when Farah walks in the room

- You kinda took Andreas part and became their “fourth” member

- You spent a lot of time together with them and eventually you became the fourth teacher students would go to

- You often have open spots for students to come and talk about anything

- Knowing how important it is to talk

- It’s your specialty with Farah

- Getting her to talk

- Both you and Farah are a power couple

- And students “ship” you, as you’re told by Bloom

- Farah doesn’t understand what it means

- It’s actually funny

- When the event of the series start, and it gets worse

- Farah panics

- Rosalind may have seen harmless towards them on the outside, but on the inside she was a manipulative person

- She doesn’t sleep

- And that makes you panic

- And when Bloom comes with the claim she’s from Aster Del, Farah breaks down completely one night

- Cries for a long time

- She has so much guilt from that time

- It has never gone away, and now when Bloom says she’s from there? It gets 10x worse

- You do your best to comfort her

- And she does her best to comfort Bloom

- And then Rosalind comes back

- That’s when all hell breaks loose

- Of course, we are refusing to see Farah’s death, so she’s not dead 😌

- But nearly

- And that takes you days to recover from

- She comes limping back from the hour she spent with Rosalind, and Ben barely makes it in time

- Farah goes into hiding for the time being to recover. Rosalind thinking she’s dead

- You then become Rosalind’s assistant

- Just of that very same reason

- To make life hell for you

- Farah comes back, the girls unlock their true magic and Bloom gets rid of Rosalind

- Happy ever after

- With a lot of recovery

- Farah does her best to make the school whole again, and to reunite the students

- You offer your help in being a listening ear to the students

- And then Bloom disappeared

[stardaiyamondo]

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♬ ˚₊‧⁺˖ winx club; musa ｡⁠*♪ﾟ+

[solar-wing]

⚣ Sky x Male Reader Sneak Peek 🌊

“True,” Sky replied, his tone light, though a hint of teasing crept into his voice. “But still, a little company never hurts. Especially if it’s someone who knows a thing or two about combat.”

The fairy raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “A bit presumptuous, aren’t we?” he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips, “...you must be a Specialist.”

Sky chuckled, feeling more at ease as the energy between them started to feel less tense and more comfortable, even natural. It felt as if they were simply falling into a rhythm that neither had expected but both were enjoying.

“You got me,” Sky admitted with a grin, feeling a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the fading sunlight. “I guess I can’t help but be a little protective."

“And what makes you think I need protection?” He asked.

Sky couldn’t help but notice the playful challenge in the fairy’s eyes, the way his eyebrow arched ever so slightly as if daring him to keep going. There was something about the exchange that felt effortless as if they’d known each other far longer than just this brief encounter.

“Well,” Sky began, letting his grin widen, “I don’t know… maybe it’s just the hero complex kicking in.”

The shorter male let out a soft laugh, the sound light and easy, which only added to the warmth spreading through Sky. “A hero complex, huh?” the fairy teased. “And here I assumed you Specialists were all about strategy and precision.”

Sky couldn’t help but notice the playful challenge in the fairy’s eyes, the way his eyebrow arched ever so slightly as if daring him to keep going. There was something about the exchange that felt effortless as if they’d known each other far longer than just this brief encounter.

Coming soon...🌊

[frost-queen]

Shimmering light (Fem!Reader x Stella)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Sky puffed loud when you had kicked him in the chest. He doubled, reaching for his chest with a pained expression. – “You are out of shape Sky.” – you said teasingly, lowering your foot. Sky looked up, wanting to speak, but couldn’t yet. It made you laugh loud. – “Riven would be delighted to hear this.” – you told him as Sky straightened his posture. Having moved his hands to his hip, pointing at you. – “Don’t!” – he replied with a scowl.

It made you hum thoughtfully just to tease him more. Sky groaned grabbing a stick. He let it hit down on you. As a response, you had set your hands high as the stick came in contact with your wrists. – “Nice try darling.” – you moved your head for him to see your silly smirk. – “Sky, Y/n enough training!” – both of you heard. Sky lowered his stick.

Turning around, you straightened your posture at Saul coming your way. – “Good foot work Y/n.” – he whispered to you, patting you on the back. You threw Sky a mockingly smile just to rub it more in his face. Sky rolled his eyes. The other specialists gathered around as Saul had whistled loud. Riven came jogging over, looking all smug.

“Y/n.” – he said throwing an arm around you. Pressing your face close to his chest. – “Riven.” – you mumbled out, feeling squashed in his grip. Punching him in the armpit, he released his grip on you. You took a breather, shooting him a glare. Riven laughed finding himself amusing. Saul cleared his throat to make him stop interrupting. – “It’s time for your assignment.” – Saul explained.

He stepped aside as a group of fairies approached the training grounds. – “You’ve got to be kidding me.” – Riven puffed out, turning annoyed around. – “Scared Riven.” – you teased, tickling him under his armpits. Riven’s body squirmed, making him jump away from you. He gave you an annoyed look. Sky chuckled beside you. Saul snapped his finger to stop your little distraction.

“I’ll assign you your fairy.” – he started. He started pairing up some fairies and specialists. Amongst them stood Stella with her friends. She made brief eye contact with you. Her hand subtle going up to greet you with the smallest of nods. You smiled briefly back at her as response.

“I hope I get paired up with Sky.” – you heard her say to Musa. Musa gave her little attention, throwing glances from afar to Riven. – “Stella.” – Saul called out, making Stella straighten her back. – “Y/n.” – he called out, gesturing to the middle. Stella’s eyes widened as you came to the centre. Bloom had to push her forwards or else she would’ve remained still. Stella and you joined before Saul. Saul nodded at you.

You took Stella by her sleeve, pulling her aside. There you waited for everyone to be paired up. After pairing up gave Saul the subject to start training with each other. You and Stella moved a bit away from the group. – “Sorry I’m not Sky.” – you told her. Stella glanced up to you with a bit of shock in her eyes. Tilting her chin a bit up, her attitude changed.

“It’s better than Riven.” – she answered. – “Ouch.” – you replied hurt by her comment. Stella swallowed nervously, looking down. You had lowered yourself to pick up a fighting stick from the ground. Turning around you handed one to her. Stella stared rather strange at it. – “I’m not touching that.” – she said moving the stick away with one finger.

It made you sigh loud. – “Take it.” – you insisted. Stella crossed her arms. – “In case you forgot Y/n, I have my powers to protect me. I don’t need no sweaty stick.” – she said back cocky. You exhaled deep lowering the fighting stick. – “What if for some reason you can’t rely on them?” – you asked, pulling your shoulders up. Stella scoffed at what you said. You had a bit enough of her attitude. – “I’m here to protect you so maybe cut the whole stuck up princess act!” – you called out.

“It’s not an act, I am a princess.” – Stella replied loud. It made you throw your hands up. Throwing the stick on the ground, you gave up. Walking off, you had quite enough of her. – “Where are you going?” – Stella shouted getting on her toes. You ignored her, continuing to walk away. Stella lowered herself, looking hurt down.

She noticed some other pairings looking at her. It made her feel shy and small. Biting her thumb a bit, she went her own way. At first Stella thought about skipping. But then the guilt came. She felt guilty for acting like that towards you. She decided to change coarse and search for you. She eventually found you at the lunch tables. Stella took a deep breath before walking over.

You quirked your eyebrow up when she came sitting in front of you. – “Does her royal princess require something?” – you said bitsy. – “Y/n.” – Stella replied trying to reason with you. You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair. Stella took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry.” – she said making you stare curious at her. You noticed how uneasy and vulnerable she felt.

“I…I didn’t mean to be so…” – she started. – “Bitchy?” – you answered for her, making her chuckle. – “Yes that.” – she agreed. – “Great, we agree on one thing.” – you teased seeing her smile. – “We agree on more things Y/n.” – Stella spoke. – “Like what?” – you asked intrigued. – “Like how good looking I am.” – she said making you quirk your eyebrow at her. – “Kidding!” – she laughed out, touching your arm. It didn’t make you laugh, rather just gaze at her.

You took a deep breath, placing your hand on hers. – “Stella, I’m not the one you should be building your walls up to.” – you told her. – “Remember last year?” – you pointed out. Stella nodded, remembering. – “The time I blinded that girl.” – she said looking down. You joined your other hand to hold hers in yours. Your action made her look up to you. – “No, after that.” – you corrected.

Stella smiled saddened at you. – “You were there.” – she said. – “I was there.” – you repeated. – “I was there when you were at your lowest. I kept you going. I made you shine as bright as ever Stella. So… don’t go acting all cold towards me with our history.” – you talked. Stella smiled brighter.

“You are better than Sky.” – she answered. – “You are what I need.” – Stella finished staring at your eyes. You smiled back at her. – “Oh how much better I feel.” – you responded dramatically, making Stella stomp your arm. Laughing loud afterwards. Both of you got up, heading back to the training grounds.

*

You kicked the door open after having heard Stella scream. Her eyes turned to shock when you busted in the room. Your eye immediately fell on her mother. With your batons you went for her mother. Forcing her face down on the desk. Arm between your baton on her back as your other one pressed her back against the desk. – “Y/n!” – Stella called out with tears in her eyes.

“This is the last time that you hurt her!” – you grunted out, pressing her mother’s cheek harder on the desk. Her mother was furious. Squirming under your grip to get free. – “You wait till I am free!” – she threatened. – “Do your worst.” – you responded coldly. Stella stared in shock, hands to her mouth at the display. Her mother raised her hand as Stella caught the faintest of light.

“Y/n!” – she alarmed you. You saw the light as well, quickly pulling back before she could blind you. Your own reaction made you stumble back. Her mother rose, eyes reflecting fury. She pointed her hand at you, casting a blast of light towards you. You fell back against Farah’s bookcase.

Books dropped to the ground with you. Stella gasped loud with tears in her eyes. – “You specialists think you are equal to us!” – she spitted out. Raising her hand as light emerged from it. – “You have just signed your own death.” – she called out. – “No!” – Stella shouted coming to stand in between. Arms wide open. – “Step aside child!” – Her mother casted out.

“No! I won’t let you hurt her!” – Stella defied against her mother. Her mother scoffed amusingly, finding it humorous her daughter would stand up against her. – “I won’t let you touch her!” – Stella replied determined. You looked up amazed to her. Seeing how strong she appeared. Her mother rose her hand either way, ready to cast light at Stella for being in the way.

You got up, wrapping your arms around Stella. Calling it out, you pulled her down with you, before the light could hit her. The light hit the bookcase instead. Making more books drop down. Hitting you and Stella all over.

You had moved your arms around Stella, protecting her. Stella slowly lifted her head, coming close to yours. For a moment the two of you stared at each other. You smiled, brushing your thumb against her cheek. Stella breathed out a smile with tears in her eyes. Her mother scoffed disgusted ready to cast again. You pulled Stella in your embrace to protect her. – “I’m sorry.” – you whispered to her.

Stella hugged you back, tightly. – “Not a word.” – she whispered back. Both of you closed your eyes, waiting for the impact. The door swung open, Farah entering with Saul. Saul launched for Stella’s mother, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. Farah turned to look at you. – “Are you alright girls?” – she asked as Saul escorted Stella’s mother out.

Stella and you stared a bit confused at each other. – “We are.” – Stella spoke with a smile. You helped each other up, embracing one another again.

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[darklinaforever]

Canceling shows after one or two seasons is really ridiculous. Most of the best or cult shows today have weak seasons.

For example, the Winx show on Netlfix, I was thoroughly bored during season 1 even though there were a few cool little things here and there. Season 2 was a great improvement and the show was really finally starting to balance out and it had to be canceled.

I know that the story of the show currently continues in comic form, but it will never be the same as with the actors, especially for the Rivusa ship.

And to do that I am still of the opinion that we must simply continue the story in the form of pure books, because seeing drawings that pitifully try to resemble the actors is disturbing, seriously people, engage among the creators fanarts, they will do much better than the official product...

And then we're not going to talk about the shows that are excellent from the first seasons which are still canceled because the success is not as extraordinary as the platforms would have liked while they barely make their promises...

Ain't It 1899, Dead Boy Detectives, Lockwood and Co, My Lady Jane, etc.

[p-spidey]

[requested]

farah dowling + saul silva lockscreens

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[supercap2319]

"You know I had no idea how cute you looked with your two dads." Y/N smiled. He laid down on Sky's sprawled body on the small green couch next to the coffee table.

Sky looks at him. "My two dads?"

Y/N nods and shows him the picture on his phone. Sky takes the phone in his hands and frowns when he sees it. It was a picture of himself making a pouting face as Silva and Andreas kissed both sides of his face. It was their way to embarrass him in front of the other Specialists.

"Riven showed you this didn't he?" Sky accused. If it wasn't for Silva and his father being there, he would have killed Riven on the spot, along with all the other people who thought it was funny.

"I think it's sweet. I mean I always suspected there might be something different about the relationship between your dad and Silva."

"Please, let's not go there."

"Do I need to ask their permission to date you now?" Y/N teased.

"That depends, lads. Are you doing anything that we should know about?" Silva's voice rang.

Y/N and Sky jumped as they saw Silva and Andreas standing there in their armor. "Dad. Silva. This isn't what it looks like." Sky protested, but made no movements to push Y/N off him.

Andreas narrowed his eyes. "Oh, really? Just two mates cuddling on the couch?"

"I wouldn't say cuddling." Y/N pushed his head more into Sky's shirtless chest.

[justmakeitagoodoneeh]

My personal bc as to why Saul had like… no reaction to Farah being dead was because he already knew. Like, he knew she would have never left him in prison or at least found a way to visit, he knew she would have never let Rosalind anywhere near her school, and he knew how far Rosalind was willing to go to get power. So he’d known for months, and he had to get back to Alfea, so he hid his anger and grief like a champ.

[lily-s-world]

The entire wardrobe of PLL: Summer School is exactly how I pictured the clothes from the Winx live action, but Fate didn't deliver.

Like, compare these pictures and tell me which girls are about to enter a fairy school and which ones are being chased down by a serial killer!!

[darlenchanted-art]

What I wanted from new Fate the Winx Saga graphic novel but didn't get (pt 2) - Tecna (Noura's return), Musa's redesign and Flora's lost power plot (and more fairy wings)