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onmykneesforhotdilfs · 3 years

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Bloom smiled as a butler offered her a crystal glass filled with, what she assumed was, very expensive champagne. She nodded gratefully as she took a sip, and then promptly had to physically stop herself from spitting it right back out. Either the champagne wasn’t as good as she expected or officials of Isis simply decided to serve something from the supermarket, while hoping that no one would notice. Then again, Bloom mused, it might just be that my taste buds are so used to the $10 wine so everything fancier just tastes like crap.

She shook her head and crossed her arms underneath the bustier of her skintone, off the shoulder gown with baby blue flowers scattered across the top and sporadically across the skirt as well. The nude color made her appear more tan than she actually was and while the dress was indeed very beautiful, it was just as uncomfortable. Bloom winced as shifting weight from one stiletto clad foot to another sent white hot signal of pain when one of the wires supporting her bustier stabbed her in the ribs. She bit the inside of her cheek to in order to stop herself from simply burning the fabric.

A cheerful laugh of her best friend snapped her out of her trance. Stella emerged from the mass of bodies on the dancefloor, her asymmetrical off shoulder gown highlighting every curve on her body perfectly. Long purple sleeve blended with yellow in a way Bloom didn’t even deem possible considering how different two colors are. Her other arm, that was completely sleeveless, sported some golden jewelry and floor length gown swept the floor elegantly with Stella’s every step. She was holding the same glass, filled with same champagne as Bloom, with her well manicured fingers. As soon as Stella was within arm’s reach, she grabbed Bloom’s elbow and leaned close to her, smile completely disappeared from her face.

“This stuff is absolutely disgusting.” Stella spoke through gritted teeth.

“Oh really?” Bloom asked as smirk slowly rose on her lips. “And here I thought you preferred this,” she lifted a fancy glass into the air, “over my cheap wine.”

“Anything is better than this, for the lack of a better word, crap.” Stella scoffed. “This would’ve never happened on Solaria.” She tilted the glass once again to take a sip in hope it somehow started tasting better but ended up disappointed. Bloom almost laughed at Stella’s expression. “But then again, should I have expected anything more from a planet Diaspro came from?”

Bloom almost winced at the mention of a woman that had the ability to mess up her relationship with Sky like no other. The latest stunt she pulled, thanks to Valtor, only made Bloom more angry at everybody that turned a blind eye to her actions simply because she is a princess. It was only then that the thought occurred to her, that Diaspro might be here and that she might ruin their mission. She glanced nervously around the hall, panicking more the longer she couldn’t find her.

Stella, recognizing Bloom’s ‘two breaths away from having a panic attack' look on her face, was quick to put a calming hand on her shoulder. Bloom recoiled slightly but Stella gripped the flesh lightly in order to ground her. She leaned closer to whisper in Bloom’s ear. “Relax, she’s not here. Apparently her parents don’t allow her to go to events where his highness, prince Sky of Eraklyon, might be present.”

Sarcasm was obvious in Stella’s voice but it served the purpose of calming Bloom to the point where she actually start thinking lucidly again.

Bloom took a deep breath as her shoulders slouched slightly forward. “Thank you.” She whispered to Stella. Then, the actual sentences Stella was saying caught up to her and her eyebrows touched her hairline in obvious amusement. “Still angry at Sky I see?”

Stella snorted and wrinkled her nose at the mention of Sky’s name. “If you were smarter, you’d be angry too.”

“Hey!” Bloom yelped angrily but settled down quickly as she looked away. “I am angry at him.”

“Apparently not enough.” Stella gripped the glass so hard her knuckles turned white. “I mean, what’s up with him suddenly becoming a poster boy and actually listening to what his daddy says?”

“Well, technically, Sky’s meeting with Diaspro or her parents might cause interplanetary scandal between Eraklyon and Isis.” Bloom spoke in Techna's voice.

Stella’s lip twitched. “Still, interplanetary scandal or a potential threat of one never actually stopped him from going against orders before. So my question still remains.”

“Any sign of Valtor?” Bloom asked, hoping to divert the route of conversation.

“I just spoke to Techna. He hasn’t been detected and Amplificarum is still safely locked in the vault.”

“He’ll show up eventually.” Bloom nodded absentmindedly. “He always does.”

“See this, this right here,” Stella pointed to the marble floor and Bloom lowered her gaze to the direction her finger was indicating but furrowed her brows when she found nothing. “This is why Sky should be here.” Bloom’s lips shaped into a thin line whe she realized what she was talking about as Stella continued to rant. “Isn’t he concerned that Valtor might attack and something might happen to you?”

Bloom gasped. “I’m not some… damsel in distress that needs saving Stella!” She scoffed. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

“C’mon Bloom, don’t give me that.”

“Well what do you want me to say Stell? That I’m angry? Disappointed? Fine. I’m disappointed that Sky chose to follow the order from his father when I wanted him to come with me. He most certainly could've found another solution but he did nothing. Instead he left me to face, potentially Diaspro and Valtor alone. There! Was that enough? Are you happy now?” Bloom’s cheeks were red by the time she finished her rant as her chest continued rising up and down in order to return much needed oxygen into her lungs, her exhaustion more due to stress than the actual rant.

Stella smiled and patted Bloom on the shoulder. “There you go. Now was that so hard to say?”

“What?”

“Nevermind that, anyway, be sure to tell him that next time, ok?”

Bloom rolled her eyes but a smile threatened to spread on her face. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Mhm, that’s why you love me so much.” Stella spoke with an obvious pride evident in her voice.

“Yeah, let’s just say you’re lucky I do.” Bloom shook her head and grabbed Stella’s elbow as she spotted a familiar short brown hair emerging from the crowd. “There’s Brandon.” She turned to Stella and pointed to where she saw him. “Go bother him for a while.”

Stella pouted and stuck her tongue out playfully at Bloom but strutted off towards her boyfriend, leaving Bloom alone.

With Stella gone, all of Bloom’s physical discomfort came rushing back and hitting her like a rogue train. Her feet ached, her head started hurting from the tight updo and she was pretty sure the wire that poked her in the ribs has punctured her skin. She felt the tender area with her opposite hand as much as she dared and exhaled short puff of air when she found nothing. She wanted to sit down or maybe even lay down and then not move for a few days.

She shook her head and took a sip of her disgusting drink in order to wake herself up. She looked around the dancefloor, automatically finding Stella and Brandon as they swayed to the rhythm. Techna and Timmy were huddled in the corner probably discussing something about technology. Musa and Riven were also in the corner, be it on the opposite side from Techna, which greatly surprised Bloom because Musa was more often than not first on the dancefloor alongside Layla (though club suited them more, but the two always found a way to fit in anywhere), but right now dancefloor seemed like the last place Musa wanted to be. Instead, fairy of music was busy glaring daggers at her boyfriend that seemed to pay little to no attention to them.

Bloom rolled her eyes at the two of them (not that her and Sky were any better) and focused on finding Layla that also, surprisingly, decided to go solo on this mission. She found her talking to some Isis official that she probably knew due to her status. With Layla’s position in mind, bloom turned to finding the last couple but Flora and Helia were nowhere to be found so Bloom assumed they were probably taking a stroll in the garden.

With those in mind, Bloom once again diverted her eyes from the dancefloor and looked at the champagne bubbling in her glass as her thoughts ran over the information she remembered about Amplificarum.

Apparently, the green stone, by physical appearance almost indistinguishable from emerald, had the power to magnify any spells or beams aimed at something. Or someone, Bloom thought. It was most commonly used for protection spells and it generally wasn’t meant for offensive spellwork. Bloom somehow had doubts Valtor will use it for protection spells. The sheer thought of chaos that could potentially happen if such artifact ever fell into Valtor’s, or anyone’s wrong hands, made Bloom shudder all over and grip her champagne glass bit tighter. That can never be allowed to happen. It’s why you’re here. There’s no way he will be able to slip in and out undetected with eleven pairs of eyes looking for him.

Bloom couldn’t deny that Valtor is the most powerful, and quite frankly the most cunning, villain they ever had the pleasure of meeting. What irked her to the point of madness, however, was the fact that Valtor always seemed to be one step ahead of them.

The battles are like chess game. Daphne’s voice sounded in her head. In order to defeat your opponent you have to figure out their strategy. You have to master the art of reading their moves and find a way to turn the odds in your favor.

It was not hard to guess who played certain roles in this game though. She was an amateur, an amateur that was loosing valuable chess pieces battle after battle whereas Valtor was a professional that suffered minor losses here and there but still had the most prized figurines in the game. It didn’t take a professional chess player to see that the odds were most definitely not in Bloom’s favor.

He’ll slip sooner or later. Bloom thought with a smile. Even Valtor can make a mistake. And it takes only a second, a slip of concentration, a lapse in judgment and the board will tilt in our direction. Even an amateur can get lucky and stometimes, the pawn can be the most powerful piece capable of settling the final score, so don’t sell yourself short.

Bloom was so distracted by her mental pep talk that she failed to notice one of the guests approach.

“This stuff they’re serving us,” Bloom jumped as a deep melodic voice rang out next to her. “it’s not something I expected from Isis royal court.”

The stranger came to stand almost arm to arm with her, but she also noticed she was almost two heads shorter than him.

“In a good, or a bad way?” Bloom asked with a frown. The stranger has short brown hair styled to a perfection, not even a hair out of place. From what she could see from the side without being too obvious, she noticed he had perfectly straight nose and an overall boyish appearance.

The stranger lifted one of his eyebrows curiously. “Have you tried that?” He pointed to her glass.

“Yes.”

“And how does it taste?”

“Like a hair conditioner.”

He nodded approvingly. “Interesting comparison. Not inaccurate though. Well Miss, I think you just answered your own question.”

Despite all odds, Bloom found herself smiling at stranger’s antics and clever quips. “I am sorry but I don’t think I got your name.”

“That’s because I didn’t give it to you.”

Okay, rude.

“Well,” she forced out, “would you be so kind to give me your name then?” Bloom really hoped her smile was more convincing than her words.

“There’s no need, Bloom. You already know my name.” Bloom’s smile vanished as the man finally turned to face her, the unique icy colored eyes she only saw on one particular individual looking straight into her wider-than-dinnerplates blue ones. She felt a bead of sweat roll down the thin column of her neck and disappear into her cleavage.

Bloom gulped.

Valtor smirked.

“You!” was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

He shook his head, his eyebrows set in a frown as he let out a disappointed huff. “That is not my name princess. You might wish to try again.”

“What are you doing here, Valtor?” Bloom managed through gritted teeth.

“Oh so you do remember.” Valtor smirked like the cat who got all the cream. “Good. Otherwise I would have to remind you and I really don’t want to spoil anyone’s evening.”

“As if you need me, or anyone, for that!” Bloom whisper-yelled as her eyes darted desperately across the room, trying to locate her team.

“Now now,” Valtor cooed, “it is not polite to look away from the person you’re having a conversation with, Bloom. Someone should’ve taught you proper manners.”

Bloom gasped as she felt the dragon fire raging in her chest, the effect much more intense than she’s ever experienced before. She swayed slightly on her feet and she raised her unoccupied arm to clutch lightly at her chest. The world was spinning in front of her eyes and just as she feared she might topple over, one of Valtor’s large hands grasped her bicep and the forest fire that burned in her turned into smoldering ashes.

Bloom leaned slightly on her side, Valtor’s arm acting like an anchor as she fought to regain her breath.

“What,” she rasped out, her voice hoarse like she just inhaled smoke, “was that?”

“Just a reminder that you should not antagonize me.” Valtor’s voice was cold and sharp and it made her swallow down a snarky response.

“Is that how you snuck past Techna and me?” The pain was gone but her legs still felt wobbly and she was forced to hold onto Valtor in order to remain standing. “A cloaking spell?”

“If the shoe fits…” he trailed off as Bloom stood up to her full height but despite the heels she wore, Valtor noted with a slight amusement, only managed to reach his shoulders. The glare princess of Domino sent him would make a lesser man run to his mom but it only made Valtor grin. Bloom ripped her arm from his grasp and he had to bite his lip to stifle a chuckle that threatened to escape as Bloom stumbled slightly when he willingly let her go.

Bloom mumbled something that even his heighten senses couldn’t pick up. “I apologize darling, I didn’t quite catch that. Would you mind repeating it?”

“I said that if you turn around and bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits.”

Valtor was in stupor for a minute, but then a surprised chuckle broke through his lips and his shoulders started shaking from the laughter he tried, and was slowly failing at, keeping contained. “Oh, and she bites.”

Valtor continued laughing sporadically, stopping for a few moments only to start up again. The lines around his eyes crinkled and Bloom found herself fascinated by how melodic and pleasant his laugh sounded. The thought only lasted for a few seconds before Bloom stomped on it with a part of her brain that was still capable of making rational thoughts. Get it together, Bloom.

“If you’re quite done,” Bloom spoke, her cheeks red from rather unorthodox behavior she exhibited few minutes ago, “how about you tell me what are you doing here, finally?”

“I think you know why I’m here.”

“Forget it, you’re not getting it!” She turned to face him fully, her eyes boring a hole into the side of his head.

Valtor lifted his eyebrows as if to say ‘Really?’, mockery clear in his eyes. “Are you going to stop me?”

Bloom nodded. “I am.”

Valtor shook his head, smile on his face, amused by her confident tone. She thinks she’s a match for me. Silly girl. He was just about to tell her as much when the music that played as more of a background noise, suddenly became louder, loud to the point it drowned out all the chatter in the room.

Bloom almost jumped out of her skin when the orchestra started playing, loudly. She flinched, however, when she once again felt Valtor’s huge hand on her body. This time his palm was not in a direct contact with her skin but the unusual placement of the said appendage caused her to panic. His hand landed on the small of her back and it was quite persistently pushing her forward, straight onto the dancefloor between other couples.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She hissed through clenched teeth, sparks flaring at her fingertips, beginnings of an offensive spell already forming on her vocal cords.

“We are dancing.” His calm voice only made her more angry and she started struggling against the force pushing her forward.

“I don’t want to dance. Let me go.”

He stopped just short of the line separating area designed for dancing and bowed down theatrically while offering his hand to her. “May I have this dance, Miss?”

Few people closest to them turned around at the sound of his voice and Bloom had to bite her tongue to resist the urge to claw his eyes out. “No, you can’t!” She huffed out quietly instead, her neck and cheeks turning red from anger. “I told you, I don’t want to dance and I most certainly do not want to dance with the likes of you!"

“You wound me princess, truly. I don’t bite… not unless you want me to, of course.”

Bloom’s nostrils flared and flames began to dance in her eyes. What insolence.

“Let’s make a deal, princess of Domino.” He interrupted her just as smoke was about to start coming out of her ears. “You let me have this dance, and I’ll tell you everything you wish to know and I promise to tell the truth.”

“Why should I trust you?” She raised her eyebrows but it was obvious she was interested.

“You shouldn’t.” He tilted his head to the side as smile stretched across his lips. “But that never stopped you before.”

Sea blue met the arctic ice. A spark erupted and the coldness of his gaze melted away. “I give you my word.” His hand was still hovering in the air, his palm opened in invitation as he tilted his head in the direction of the dancefloor.

Bloom weighed her options. For as far as she knew, this could be another one of Valtor’s tricks to gain the information from her instead of vice versa. But the burning questions only he had the answers to kept pressing on the part of her brain that was telling her how much of a madness this was. Bloom sighed. Her hand rose hesitantly and slowly took hold of Valtor’s.

“One dance. That’s all you get.”

“That’s all I’ll need.”

He gripped Bloom’s fingers bit tighter as he lead her into the classic pose with his unoccupied hand placed on her lower back, lower than socially accepted when dancing with someone you do not know, but still in the safe zone that didn’t ask for Bloom to knee him in the balls. His other hand loosened around her fingers and now gently supported her palm. Instead of placing her other arm on Valtor’s shoulder, Bloom gripped one side of her skirt so she could move freely and to minimize contact. He looked down , searching her face, but Bloom turned her head in the opposite direction.

Valtor was never the one to blatantly display his emotions but Bloom’s refusal to look him in the eyes was one thing that almost made him boil. He didn’t know why the daughter of those that defeated him had such effect on him and he didn’t like it. He hated not knowing what was running through her head, especially in the place where he was in an obvious disadvantage concerning numbers of the two opposing teams. During his careful observation, he counted eleven of them, and there was only one of him. Not like any of them actually pose any threat, he mused. The only one that is able to even remotely challenge me is the one I’m dancing with and from this proximity she can be easily taken care of. He studied her posture, how her eyes avoided his at all cost, how her back stood stiff like someone stuck a pole to her spine, how tightly she gripped her skirt as he moved with her elegantly. It was obvious she was not enjoying this. Well then, let’s make you even more uncomfortable.

Without warning, Valtor pulled Bloom closer to his body, upper body completely pressed against hers, one of his legs between both of hers as her head snapped up to look at his cheeky smile. Fire was blazing in her eyes but Valtor didn’t care. He thrived on her reactions. Bloom squeezed the hand that was holding hers in warning but Valtor only gripped the flesh of her hip in response. Devils were dancing in his eyes but to Bloom they looked alive for the first time. Gone was the icy look capable of making even the best trained soldier hesitate before rushing into the battle against him.

He’s genuinely amused by this. She thought. If only be wasn’t having fun at my expense, I might’ve let it slide. Valtor twirled her around other dancing couples, his graceful steps never flattering, and it occurred to Bloom for the first time that she actually didn’t step on his toes even once.

“How are you doing this?” She asked him as he swung her away from himself, only to bring her in again, her back to his front, both of his hands gripping her hips. In her peripheral vision, she saw him rise his eyebrow. “I’ve never been good at dancing.”

Valtor smirked. “Perhaps you’ve never had a good enough partner.”

Judging by the tone of his voice, he was mocking Sky openly so Bloom miscalculated and stepped with the heel of her foot onto his polished shoe. She heard him grunt as, what she assumed was a curse, left his mouth. She smiled. If you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned.

“What happened to my parents?” Her next question made him quirk an eyebrow and she saw his eyes widen for a second before he regained his bearings.

“What did Faragonda tell you?” He answered her questions with one of his own and that made her irrationally angry for some reason.

“I asked you first.” She bit her tongue before insults started spewing out of her mouth. She realized long ago that snarky comments only made him more angry so she wasn’t willing to risk her one chance. “Answer me.”

“Do you think you are in position to demand anything, heiress of the lost kingdom?” Anger was starting to creep up in his voice as he dipped her low and snapped her back up harsher than necessary.

Bloom gasped as she suddenly found herself in an almost horizontal position. “You promised.”

Valtor assumed their previous position, except this time he lowered his head so his breath would graze her neck when he spoke. He sighed and goosebumps rose on Bloom’s skin as his hot breath washed over her collarbones and sternum.

“The truth is, I do not know what happened to your parents. I was imprisoned before the final battle. As far as I’m aware, ancient witches were the last to see them.”

Bloom swallowed. “That’s not Faragonda’s version.”

Valtor laughed, though his laugh was somehow bitter. “And you, as a good fairy, believe everything that your headmistress says don’t you?”

“And who am I supposed to trust? You?”

“Have you ever wondered why,” he repositioned her hand slightly as he side stepped to avoid the couple that was directly on a collision course with them. The sudden movement made the lock of Bloom’s hair wiggle out of her bun. “your headmistress send bunch of barely legal girls to suicide missions against the powerful enemies such as myself?”

“Because she trusts us?”

“Because she has an underlying motive.” He continued when Bloom scoffed. “Think about it. Can you honestly tell me your headmistress provides you with all the available information before she sends you off into battles?”

His question made her think of all the times Faragonda withheld the valuable information because she deemed it necessary and she bit her lip as realization hit her. “That doesn’t make her evil.”

“I never said it made her evil.” Smirk once again climbed on her face. “She’s cunning alright, but not cunning enough to be considered evil.”

“What’s her underlying motive according to your expertise?”

He shrugged carelessly. “Everybody needs someone to do their dirty work.”

“Like you have Trix?” Bloom raised her eyebrows in question.

“Don’t remind me.” He groaned. “Those three are as incompetent as they get.”

They danced in surprisingly comfortable silence for a few seconds, Valtor’s capable hands leading them. “You never answered my question.” Bloom said.

“What question?”

“How are you doing this?” She tilted her head slightly to their intertwined hands.

The edge of Valtor’s lips turned upwards. “You know how I’m doing it.”

Bloom frowned in confusion. “No, I actually really don’t.”

“Yes you do.” She was about to open her mouth to protest and to ask him what the hell he’s playing at, but he was faster than her. “You just have to let yourself feel it.”

Bloom’s shoulders tensed as the feeling of her native fire burning spread across her whole body. Okay, this is new.

“Pretty impressive, don’t you think?”

Bloom locked eyes with Valtor as he bent slightly in the knees, his hands gripped her hips tightly and her hands automatically came to rest on his broad shoulders, as he lifted her up and then, with care she didn’t know he was capable of, lowered her back to the ground. There was something hypnotic about his eyes and Bloom found herself unable to look away as she fought to regain her breath once her feet touched the ground again.

Whatever moment they shared was interrupted by a horrendous sound of alarm blaring and all the lights going off at the same time as explosion sounded somewhere above them. Valtor smirked as Bloom recoiled from him as if he burned her. Her hands lit on fire as people started screaming around her and moving away from them.

Valtor could hear Bloom’s friends calling her name as they pushed through the crowd of panicked guests.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it!?” Anger was obvious in her eyes and Valtor found himself fascinated as the fiery glow from her hands reflected in her irises. What he would do to have her on his side.

He shook himself out of his stupor as he snapped his fingers, letting his disguise slip off. Short brown hair and boyish look was replaced by long strawberry blond hair and his face morphed back into high cheekbones and sharp jaw. “I would love to continue our conversation,” he raised his arm and shot blindly towards the ceiling, blowing a huge hole into it. “however, I believe that my time has run out.”

Distant flashes lit up and Winx finally emerged from the crowd, sparkly outfits and huge wings on point. Bloom was the only one that remained in her normal attire, her hands showing no sign of burning out anytime soon, as she kept shooting daggers at Valtor with her eyes.

“It’s a shame I wasn’t able to answer more of your questions, Bloom. But I don’t think this is our last meeting.” Valtor grinned, thirty two pearly white teeth on display. “Besides,” he drawled as Icy flew from the direction of the vault Amplificarum was locked in, green gem standing out against the pale skin of her hand. “you know where to find me.”

“Solar energy!” Stella’s arm shot up, spell hurtling straight towards Valtor, but he didn’t even bat an eyelash as his hand rose to absorb the spell.

“Stop in the name of the law!” Armed soldiers and specialists started breaking through, their weapons and swords drawn and ready for a fight.

Valtor’s laugh echoed in the room as he shot off towards the hole in the ceiling, his mouth reciting the spell Bloom was quite familiar with. “Have the taste of your own medicine, princess of Solaria.”

Bloom barely had time to put up a shield as Stella’s own amplified spell was hurled back to them, painting the whole room in white hot glow, forcing everyone to close their eyes so they don’t go blind.

When Bloom finally gathered enough strength to open her eyes, Valtor was nowhere to be seen and people, specialists, guards and her team were slowly climbing back on their feet. Remnants of Stella’s spell still lingered in the air, making the room uncomfortably bright and forcing Bloom to squint.

“He did it again.” Stella spoke next to her and Bloom nodded absentmindedly as Stella continued looking around. “He used a heightened version of my spell… it’s a miracle no one’s been hurt.”

Bloom shook her head. “I don’t think he meant to hurt anyone Stell. He obviously needed a distraction to get away.”

“He doesn’t want unnecessary pain and destruction… you told me that’s what he said to you on Andros.”

Bloom nodded. “I think he managed to fulfill his promise, for once.”

Bloom looked up where Valtor made his exit and couldn’t help but to think that the chessboard once again tilted in his favor.

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darkpoisonouslove · 3 years

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Hi, can you please do Bloom and Icy 1,3,7,9,12,13,14,19,20,25,28,29,30?

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Bloom. Icy likes it but initiating it will take a little longer. Especially since she is still trying to pretend affection disgusts her to keep her reputation of a heartless witch intact. It is totally not working because she is weak for Bloom but it will take her some time to admit it out loud even though she is totally aware of it.

3. Most common argument?

Who is hotter. Totally initiated by their friends (aka Stella and Darcy), totally not serious... until it becomes serious. The fun thing is that they’ve argued it different ways - sometimes insisting that the other is hotter, sometimes insisting that they are the hotter one. It totally depends on how the others will set it up for them. They haven’t seriously fought over it, though. Bloom can make Icy melt at any moment and Icy has all the icebreakers to fix any potential drama situation. (I am not sorry for any of this XD)

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Icy starts looking for ways to end the confrontations between them without having to kill Bloom. It majorly pisses her off because a) it’s getting in the way of her plans and b) she has to make herself look progressively dumber and more incompetent because Winx seem to lose brain cells as time goes on and pull increasingly dumb stunts. She is sure anyone with half a brain would have figured out that she is doing it on purpose but Winx are too busy fighting them to figure it out and Bloom is super dense about it (probably because she’s in denial).

Bloom finds herself no longer on Diaspro whenever she shows up. Instead of being jealous, Bloom finds herself drifting into musings about what would have happened if it had actually been Icy in disguise instead of Diaspro. Somehow all those scenarios end up with her and Icy experiencing some major sexual tension (in that fight and any other) and they end up kissing and more aggressively. She doesn’t even feel guilty because Sky was lying to her anyway. She just can’t comprehend why Icy of all people and that is why she denies having feelings for her even though she knows it deep down.

9. Who worries the most?

Icy worries more actually. Both about being “good” enough for Bloom and also for Bloom’s safety. Basically, she may love her and respect her as the keeper of the Dragon Fire and a powerful magical user but she still views Bloom and Winx as a bunch of dumbasses who totally get mixed up in the biggest trouble you can find in the universe. Bloom also thinks that Icy gets mixed up into a lot of shit but she is confident that Icy can handle it. She is also a bit scandalized to learn that Icy does not fully return that confidence when it comes to Bloom’s ability to get out of sticky situations (mostly because half the time the only reason Winx survived against the Trix was because Icy didn’t want to actually kill Bloom).

12. Who initiates kisses?

Icy. She likes kissing Bloom and she looks for no excuses to do it. She just goes for it. She doesn’t need a reason to kiss the life out of her girlfriend. She doesn’t care that she is contradicting her proclamations of disliking affection.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Bloom. She likes just holding on to Icy, maybe cuddling into her and smooching her, too, or running her free hand through Icy’s hair. Icy claims it is counterproductive. Somehow you’ll never see her letting go of Bloom’s hand, though. She actually starts reaching for Bloom herself as she gets more comfortable with PDAs (and any displays of affection at all).

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Icy. Bloom was not prepared. She is a puddle for Icy the moment she gets devoured with a kiss and Icy loves every moment of it. They both do.

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Definitely Icy. Although it is more of a they already knew kind of situation. Stormy and Darcy had noticed the change in her and they figured out what was going on.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Darcy and Stormy are okay with it. They don’t exactly have that big reactions. They might be kinda salty because Winx were the reason why they ended up in jail several times but they’re happy if Icy is. Winx aren’t all that sold on it, though, considering all the times the Trix almost killed them. They come around eventually, some faster than others (surprisingly, it took Flora a big time because the Trix nearly killed Miele) but they do believe in people being able to change and be better so they are happy once they are sure that Bloom is having a good relationship that makes her happy. Mike and Vanessa need some time to get used to it as well because the Trix also nearly killed them. And Marion and Oritel aren’t thrilled about the Trix being descendants of the Ancestral Witches and having attempted to murder Bloom and her friends more than once. But they actually come around faster (well, Marion does, and she has to stop Oritel from meddling) because they don’t feel like they have that much authority in Bloom’s life. So really, it is Mike and Vanessa that Icy has to win over. She does understand why they’re wary of her and is even surprised that they’re giving her a chance at all. So she does her best to be the best for Bloom and they slowly warm up to the idea of her being Bloom’s one and only.

25. Who needs more assurance?

Bloom. She has many insecurities about never fitting in and she actually feels more uncertain about why Icy likes her. Icy is pretty certain in Bloom’s feelings about her because given what they’ve been through and what she’s caused Bloom and her friends, Bloom must really like her in order to even consider being with her. She is actually glad that she can provide reassurance for Bloom, though, and be there for her now to make up for what she’s done in the past.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Icy will totally get into more trouble than she would if Bloom were around. It’s not that she can’t control herself but she sometimes misses her more villainous moments. Bloom knows about that and pretends she doesn’t see when Icy is being more of a bitch than she needs to be. So Icy isn’t lying to Bloom about anything. She just knows it will be better for both of them if Bloom can pretend to be completely clueless about Icy’s misdeeds. She also chills with Darcy and Stormy, though. Or... well, they’re chilling like villains but you know. She’s chilled with Winx a couple times as well and that went better than she thought it would. Stella was a little annoying but they actually had a good time shopping together? Who would’ve thought. She’s also sparred with Musa and Layla and it was fun. She’ll deny it, though.

Bloom draws a lot. She likes making surprise drawings for Icy and of Icy. She also hangs out with Stella a lot. The other Winx as well but mostly with Stella. She’s had several outings with Darcy and Stormy and that went... decently. They found some things in common but there was also some awkwardness. Darcy and Stormy had a hard time opening up to her to which she totally related. So that kind of acted like a bridge. They were mostly learning to get along without Icy being there and it got better with time. They can have a pleasant meeting just the three of them now.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

Icy has a hard time around Daphne because she feels bad for what Daphne (and therefore Bloom) had to go through because of the Ancestral Witches but she can’t help but be salty about Daphne being resurrected and getting to live while Sapphire is still cursed (if we take a better version of canon where the fact that she had a sister did not come out of the blue). Same for Domino vs Dyamond. She finds it hardest to interact with Daphne, however, because of Daphne’s character. The calmness and sort of wisdom that Daphne has kinda grates on her nerves. It breaks Bloom’s heart a little that her sister and her wife (oh, yeah) can’t get along (Daphne is not all that thrilled about Icy either).

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

Bloom makes a necklace herself (with a little help from Hagen) that contains a spark of the Dragon Fire (like Oritel’s sword) and give it to Icy to both show her that she trusts her and share with her everything that is hers - not just her love, but her magic and life as well. It might have been a proposal without actually being one. Icy has to work very hard on learning to contain the tears every time she looks at the necklace in order to actually be able to wear it. It boosts her powers and makes her and Bloom a formidable team and arguably the strongest partnership in the whole universe.

#winx club #winx bloom #winx icy #bloom x icy #blicy #winx headcanons #ask #frye7

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archamorevoices · 4 years

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Muse List

Alex Russo

Alistair Wonderland

Ally

Alya Cesaire

Amber Dearly

Annika

Aphrodhite

Apple White

Aquamarine

Argent

Arianna

Ariel

Arthur Weasley

Ashi

Ashlynn Ella

Aunt Cass

Autumn Blaze

Ballerina

Black Canary

Black Cat

Blondie Lockes

Bloom Peters

Blue Diamond

Bo Peep

Breeana Devlin

Brother Blood

Bubbi

Bumblebee

Bunnix

C.A. Cupid

Cadence

Camren Cortez

Camryn Barnes

Captain Amelia

Casta Fierce

Catania

Catrine Demew

Catty Noir

Cat Woman

Charlie Magne

Chase Young

Cheshire Cat

Chloe Bourgeois

Cinderella

Clover

Colette Tattoo

Coloratura

Cruella De Vil

Cybella

Cymbeline Devlin

Daring Charming

Dark Danny

Dart

Dashi

Dr.Facilier

Dr.Holiday

Draculaura

Duchess Swan

Eclipsa Butterfly

Eden

Elena

Elissabat

Elsa

El Tigre

Ember Mcclain

Emilie Agreste

Eris

Fairy Godmother

Fawn

Faybelle Thorn

Fiona

Flora

Franny Robinson

Garnet

Geneiveve

Ginny Weasly

Gogo

Green Lantern

Ikki

Iridessa

Jack Frost

Jane Boolittle

Jenna

Jinx

Kara Oracle

Katara

Katnappe

Kaylee

Kid Flash

Kitty Softpaws

Kole

Lady Noir

Lagoona Blue

La Muerte

Layla Willaims

Light Fury

Lonnie

Luna Lovegood

Madeline Hatter

Maid Marian

Maria Posada

Marina

Marnie Piper

Mavis Dracula

Medusa

Megan Spicer

Mei

Melody

Merliah Summers

Missi

Mother Gothel

Musa

Mushu

Nala

North

Odette

Other Mother

Pear Butter

Penelope Spectra

Penny

Perdita

Periwinkle

Pink Diamond

Poppy O Hair

Princess Skystar

Queen Calissa

Queen Clarion

Queen Grimhilde

Rain

Rapunzel

Rarity

Rita

Rochelle Goyle

Rose

Rose Wilson

Sally

Sam Manson

Sara Oracle

Sawyer Cat

Sharadian Jones

Shiori

Silvermist

Sofia

Spectra Vondergeist

Spider Gwen

Spring Sprite

Static Shock

Suki

The Fairy Queen

Tiana

Tikki

Toothnia

Toralei Stripe

Trixie Decker

Twyla

Ursa

Ursula

Violet Parr

Yellow Diamond

Yura

Zatanna

#{ I'll edit this to look pretty later. but here are all the muses I have currently. }#{ This s for those having trouble finding my muse list or stuck on mobile. }

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trashcankitty12 · 4 years

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I want to know what ‘holidays’ the other realms celebrate around this time of year? Like I know most of the Witches celebrate Yule and all, but what about say... zenith? Or solaria? You don’t have to do every realm, just like.... the main ones. Please?

Okay so I already did Domino, so that one will be given a miss. (I’d link the post, but I’m not sure I can on mobile.)

Solaria:

Yes the witches of Solaria mostly celebrate Yule. Yule is like an overarching holiday among witches.

Anyway: Solaria doesn’t exactly have winter like other realms do. They’re two suns sort of make it hard to have coldness. (Stella’s family goes off-realm to enjoy winter sports/activities, and she was like six before she really saw snow.)

They do, however, have a week where the moons of Solaria become more prominent and dominant in power over the suns. This causes Solaria to go down in temperatures (mostly light jacket weather, but because Solarians are just a tad ‘extra’ and so super use to the warmth, the tend to bundle up as if it’s snowing.)

This week is called Resetting of the Suns. (This is the translated version of the name, but in Solarian it’s far more elegant.)

Lights from gems and Star Light fueled lanterns are crucial during this time. Often done in remembrance of the power split in the cosmos, the lights are used to power up the Solarians who draw their power more from the sun so they don’t get too weak. (The Solarians more drawn to the moon have their powers increased during this time, and this is their time to ‘shine’.)

Stories are retold over and over about the love between the suns and moons, how they have to share their power for the greater good and they must never come into direct contact, ‘lest their children die in the flames.

Romantic/holiday movies are usually released and shown throughout the week.

Festivals are held in honor of the Moons and Stars all around Solaria. Candies and cookies in the shape of stars and moons are handed out, jewelry created of star dust and moon stone are given to loved ones, and ribbon dances are performed.

(Stella, as the crown princess of Solaria, performs the ceremonial Moonstra Dance with her mother, dressed in traditional lunar fashion with the Tiara of the Moon giving her an aura of peace. She was a little rusty with it at first, but now that she’s more sure of herself and in tune with her body more, partially thanks to Layla’s dance practices, she’s so good at it. Brandon finds himself in awe of how beautiful and elegant she and her mother are in the dance.)

Foods tend to be meaty and hearty to help the Solarians, especially the more solar powered ones, nice and warm on the inside.

Gifts tend to be lunar based. Moonstones and stardust and lunar fashions. (Light-weight and airy clothing designed in blue, white, and occasionally a pale yellow. Hair tends to be done up in star dust glitter and crescent moon shaped head pieces, like ponytail holders or ribbons or headbands.)

Songs singing the praises of the moon are sung among ‘carolers’ and concerts are even dedicated to the moons and stars.

Andros:

There’s two holidays that occur on Andros during the ‘colder’ seasons, aside from Yule.

The Merpeople celebrate Narshala (Nar-shal-a).

Not much is known about this holiday other than the merpeople gather in the Palace and sing the most haunting songs, reminiscent of the Siren Songs and water particles and bubbles can be seen floating up into the air, bursting in different colors.

(Layla won’t tell what her dad’s family does during Narshala, as it’s a very private celebration among the merpeople and she knows better than to share with outsiders, even her friends. Nabu, however, will be celebrating his first Narshala along with his family.)

Land dwelling Androsians celebrate Nereidisa (Ner-a-dis-a), the Celebration of the Ocean Waves and Winter Solstice.

Andros is sort of a windy place anyway due to the ocean currents and sea breezes, though it’s usually super warm near the beaches.

However, during this particular time of year, even the beaches become chilled and clothing may need be made of warmer material.

Bubble-based lights are lined around the castle walls and the villages and cities of Andros, the lights glowing in different colors based on how close they are to the castle. (They become more and more seaweed green the further from the castle you are, but the closer to the castle you are, the more oceanic blue the bubbles become.)

Seafood feasts are prominent, often with dashes of sweeter tastes. (Like mint.)

Specialized water-based fireworks are shot off on the beaches during night before Nereidisa, as a welcome for the waves. Designs include merpeople, water birds like seagulls and pelicans, different types of fish, selkies, and seashells.

Seashells and fish scales that have been thoroughly cleaned and shined are used to create jewelry and clothing items that tend to be worn at this time.

The royal family tends to dress in various shades of green or blue, their hair braided into seashell bands and streaks of blue or green bubble colors are mixed in. Crowns or tiaras (in Layla’s case) of coral are worn. (The crowns are very much alive and form a temporary symbiotic relationship with the wearer, giving them a power boost while eating the dead skin on their face. It sounds weird as hell to outsiders, especially to Stella and Musa, but it doesn’t hurt the wearer and in fact helps their skin seem even smoother and healthier.)

Dances and plays are a prominent part of this holiday. Children typically perform the plays, detailing the first time an Androsian communicated with the Ocean and discovered it’s true power.

Dances are done by all ages and are done while wearing traditional Nereidisa clothing. (Kelp and seaweed based shirts and leggings, with shells and fish nets used as accent pieces or skirts. Bubbles/morphix batons are used to twirl and create the effects needed.

There is a swimming competition, though only the most advanced swimmers are allowed to participate as the ocean is a bit rough during this time of year.

Games are played with shells and bubbles. Usually simple children’s games; like a version of hopscotch or catch, but there are more complex ones similar to simon says and bop-it with morphix/bubble tech.

If a new king or queen has stepped up within that year, they are to dress in the attire the first Androsian wore to commune with the waves (a simple shirt and trouser set, usually plain in color.) They are then to walk into the ocean and allow it to overtake them.

They then return to the surface, considered ‘new’ and ‘purified’ by the ocean, a chosen leader.

Melody:

Melody celebrates The Day of the Muses. This holiday celebrates the goddesses of music and their Singing Whales.

Every Melodian knows the call of the whales and as is tradition, they go to the nearest wharf or pier or beach to watch as the whales go by and they try to sing along.

It’s actually pretty warm this time of year, so its not uncommon for Melodians to wear short sleeves or skirts or shorts. (Typically in festive purple or red shades.)

To be really festive, they wear clothes with the print of the Muses on them. (Typically the notes that correspond with the notes the whales sing for their song.)

Dances and parties are often the main way to celebrate. All music types are welcome as this is literally the celebration of music and the inspiration music brings.

This is also typically when prospective musicians of all types (singers, guitarists, classicists, pianists, etc) show off the projects they’ve been working on all year with their family and friends. (And sometimes potential producers.)

Sweets are the main dishes for Day of the Muses as the music goddesses are known for their sweet tooths. (Especially if the sweets are imbued with telepathic magic that allows the taster to hear the music.)

Movies depicting those ‘inspired’ and ‘touched’ by the music goddesses are often shown during this time, hoping to bring a message of hope and perseverance to any Melodian who hasn’t quite found their song or rhythm yet.

Gifts aren’t necessary, but if they are given it’s usually only to immediate family and close friends. (And it’s typically a collection of music that the giver knows the receiver will really flourish from.)

Zenith:

Zenith, being a realm that thrives on logic and numbers, doesn’t really see a point in celebrating the ‘gods’ or ‘goddesses’ or any other being that hasn’t been proven to exist. (In fact, they’d be skeptical of the Great Dragons if it weren’t for the fact that they’ve seen the Dominans and Obsidinites in action before.)

But because of their dedication to logic and ‘the truth’ and their technology, they have a holiday known as Sarpava (Sar-pav-a).

Families get to stay home with each other and they share what they think the most important thing they learned that year was. Sharing knowledge is the big thing for this holiday.

Soups and other warming foods are the main dishes, as Zenithians aren’t fond of sweets typically and their realm is always so cold that their dishes tend to be spicy to compensate... (And keep their bodies warm.)

The Royal Family usually has a major party in the palace, open to the public, where they display an algorithmic light show for the children and hold a major trivia game for the adults and teens. (Broken down into many subcategories. If you win these trivia games, you tend to earn a favor of some sort from the king, be it advanced knowledge of future tech or perhaps even a call into that job you were hoping for.)

There are also competitions for inventors to enter their new creations in. The winner gets a patent and an opportunity to have their creation developed further. (This was how Tecna’s dad got his company started up. Magnethia was so proud.)

Games of other sorts are often played, though many games to revolve around memorization, skill, mathematical or scientific genius, and trivial knowledge.

Linphea:

Mianea. (Mia-na). (The name is different in Linphean, but this is the translation.)

This is the literal celebration of both ‘death’, ‘renewal’, and ‘rest’.

Linphea has a month where it’s basically ‘winter’, especially in the more mountainous regions.

Snowfall isn’t much, and hail hardly happens, but it’s there.

Various plants and animals go into hibernation during this time, and some sort of ‘die out’ during this month, but soon ‘regain their form’ during the thawing season.

(Like I said, Death and Renewal.)

Family usually gathers and discuss their family history and how it’s tied in with the nature of Linphea’s being, how they came to be and where they’ll go once they’ve passed, how they’ll once again be part of Linphea’s cycle even in death.

They talk about those who have passed and give thanks for them, leaving little wreaths around the burial sites as a way of tribute.

Sweets are the main dish as a way to soften up the hearts and remind others that life is most definitely worth living.

Some sweets have a little kick to them, such as cinnamon.

Any animals or plants eaten during this time are given praise and thanks, a way to remind the family that sometimes sacrifices have to be made to let others grow and live.

There’s a major festival in the Heart of Linphea’s realm where they dance to Winter Harmony (a ballet-esque dance) and allow their magic and auras to connect with the realm, giving it the strength to renew itself later.

The entire realm feels even more alive with the magic of it’s inhabitants just pulsing through, giving it more meaning.

Gifts aren’t necessarily given, but some families do.

Clothing of wilted petals and half-dried leaves are typically worn as a sign of mourning for the plants and animals lost during this time (and throughout the year).

Memories and stories of loved ones are shared with the family and a feast is usually held.

The Evergreen trees are often decorated with colored lights and hand-made ornaments, a show of reverence and finding light even within such a dark time.

Eraklyon:

Eraklyon celebrates Flames and Shields Day. (This is the translation of the holiday.)

Dragon riders, streamers, balloons, candlelight decor, and fireworks.

It’s an all-out, 24 hour party on Eraklyon during this day.

The army and royal guard show off their moves and their weapons. Parties and festivals line the streets.

Vendors selling carnival food and dragon races and levibike races.

Ballroom dances, reenactments of famous battles, fancy clothing.

Classical music and artwork gets shown off.

At the end, there’s a major fireworks display, a grand speech made by the King, and a feast the entire realm is invited too.

(This is also the best time for normal residents get to air their grievances to the king and ask for certain things to be fixed or to get better.)

It’s a fairly beautiful event and it definitely gets plenty of media attention as the ‘Party of the Year’.

Isis:

Solstice of the Soul.

This is going to sound weird, but this is a holiday of self-reflection and self-discovery.

The people of Isis gather the gemstones that truly ‘speak to them’ and that they draw power from.

They set up mini-circles around themselves as soon as dawn breaks through, using the sun’s power and their own to charge the gems and open up ‘portals’ into their own souls.

This is meant to make them reflect on the past year, help them realize if they’re still on the right path and if they’re where they’re meant to be.

Sometimes people find new gems to speak to or find themselves drawn to new pieces of life.

It’s not much of a family based holiday, but it that’s just how it is.

At dusk, there is a gathering for the Isisians where they power Isis’ Diamond heart to keep the realm safe from harm for another year.

Callisto:

Since this is more of a touristy realm, they tend to accommodate for other holidays instead of having any of their own.

Obsidian:

This may be the opposite realm of Domino, but they celebrated very similarly with lights and flames to worship the Great Dark Dragon.

Traditional Dragon Dances are done, flames used as dancing partners and accents to the dance.

(They typically have more Yule like traditions.)

A major feast at the Palace is often held. Fireworks and family are celebrated.

Mostly though, it’s the unadulterated worship of the Great Dark Dragon and the birth of dark magic.

Plays depicting the Great Dark Dragon’s reign are often shown, as well as the original banishment of the Ancestral Witches.

Grand snowball fights are held. (Mostly for children.)

They also tend to have major balls and more ‘dressed up’ events for the nobility to attend.

Gifts aren’t exactly customary for Obsidinites as being alive and able to feel the Dragon’s Flames are meant to be gift enough. (Though children tend to get at least a little something from their parents.)

Sweets, especially cakes, are the go-to for Obsidinites.

There’s also a bit of a “Trial By Fire” that the one bonded to the Great Dark Dragon has to go through. Basically, they get engulfed in the first flames the Dark Dragon spewed and become ‘purified’ from the flames. This only happens once the Great Dark Dragon’s new bonded has been properly given the crown.

Sword fights and dragon races take place often during the festivities.

The night usually ends with a fireworks show and the promise of the Great Dark Dragon’s protection for another year.

Inseca:

Cocooning Week- (again, another translation done as best as possible.)

This is a week of transformation and renewal. The Insecans try to purge themselves of what they consider to be their worst parts during the last year. They do this by getting rid of clothing or pictures or toys that remind them of something horrible or upsetting that happened.

(This is also when they let out their worst emotions. Anger, hatred, self-loathing. All of it is aired out and set loose into the world to be lost and forgotten as the Insecan tries to make themselves a better person.)

During the middle of the week, they make a list or ‘focus board’ of who they want to become and the qualities they want to try and gain. Many seek out various friendly ‘spiders’ or ‘spider-like’ creatures to cocoon them for that last night before the end of the week.

At the end, they emerge from their cocoons and typically feel a sense of renewal as they try to become better people than they were at the beginning of the week.

(A feast with family is usually held at this point, along with any gift giving or parties. Meals in the shape or form of various insects are made.)

Tides:

Tides actually has very similar traditions to Androsians because of how close their realms are to one another.

Honestly the main difference is the tattooing of Tidisians of ‘that age’ (usually 16 or 17 year olds).

The tattoos are done on the arms, legs, and sometimes backs of the youth, done in the same aura color of their magic and in the flow their magic runs in. (Usually in line with the flow of the tides in the realm.)

#holy shit this was long as hell #holiday asks #anon asks #winx club #winx club au #winx club holiday asks #winx club holiday headcanons #headcanons

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&&. announcing his royal highness , ( amon karim musa ) , the ( 34 ) year old ( crown prince ) of ( egypt ) . he is often confused with ( rami malek ) . some say that he is ( aloof and reticent ) , but he is actually ( judicious and sybilline ) .

hello hello ! i’m back again w another muse that i’m super excited to write out ! i’m still figuring a few bits & bobs out so this might be a little bit of a mess BUT if u would like to plot w amon hit that lil like & i’ll come to u !

: / / 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : hrh amon ( secret ; faithful ; roaring stream ) karim ( generous or noble ) musa ( the royal house of egypt )

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 : aim

𝐀𝐆𝐄 : thirty - four

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 : october 26th

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 : scorpio

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : 5′9

𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : 70kg

𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 : athletic

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 : egyptian

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 : black

𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 : green

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : crown prince of egypt

: / / 𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

dark hair , a little sophisticated , nice handwriting , running your hands through your hair , expensive hand cream , calm music as you fall asleep , old architecture , old notebooks , too much coffee and too little sleep , dark circles under eyes , working too hard , comfort in the silence , misty mornings , cream and the diligent scratching of pen on paper , more anxious than they’ll ever admit , missing childhood and cherishing nostalgia , a smile that never reaches the eyes .

: / / 𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀 .

when he was born , amon had his entire future written before him & backing out of that would mean disappointed not only his country but above all , his parents . as the first born child of the king & queen of egypt , amon was handed the title as the crown prince without so much as a question of whether he would be okay with it or if he’d rather someone else took the job . it seemed that everyone expected him to become king one day , so the only thing he could do was make sure he’d be a good one .

growing up was a whirlwind of lessons that he was told would one day be important for him to have learned & a responsibility that would some day be his to claim . his parents taught him to be brave & smart , they taught him how to be leader & what it took to be one . they taught him many things like fencing & horse riding , but they never taught him what it felt like to be loved . he was sure that they did love him , in their own way , but as a child he felt more like a project for them to protect than a son to share their affections with .

the palace was lonely & quiet in his childhood years , so it was only natural that amon would reflect the emotions the palace emitted from him . however , when his sister was born , there was one more body to fill the gaps & he understood what it was like to have family , then . his parents managed them as teachers would manage students , watching their every move & never leaving enough room for the love parents should show their children . so since their parents wouldn’t , amon took to loving his sister & protecting her from anything that could harm her .

however soft he became around layla , however , didn’t affect his attitude towards other people . amon became a little secluded , preferring the moments of privacy he can find in the comfort of his own bedroom , or the nights where he could sneak off & find a forgotten patch of growing flowers to read a book or write in a diary . he became hardened to his own emotions , only letting them show when around people he truly cared about & never anything more . he found comfort in his own company & started to find it hard to emphasise with other people , a fault many believed to be inherited from his parents but one he took as his own personal protection .

not having many close friends meant that amon would never be seen with a big crowd at a party . more than likely , he’d find a way to escape the celebration early so he could focus on his own ambitions instead of talking about those of others . conversations with him were met with short answers & tight nods , laughs being hard to grab from him unless you’re his sister or one of his close friends . he could never feel comfortable around too many people , & only found conversations about politics & books interesting enough to grab his attention for more than five minutes .

he could be a little unnecessarily hostile , tending to keep to himself rather than letting people get to know him , so forming connections with people is something he’s always struggled with . it’s this that makes him doubt his capabilities when it comes to him becoming king , but his similarities to his parents means that his doubts are washed away by his knowledge & all the years he spent preparing for the day that he’ll be given that title .

#hshqintro #it’s bonfire night so i’m gonna go watch some fireworks #but hi !

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bogdevoorstelling · 2 years

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Un'intervista con Layla Morgan Wilde, membro della CWA

La Cat Writers 'Association (CWA) ha recentemente annunciato due panel di debutto alla prossima BlogPaws Conference di Nashville il 28-30 maggio 2015. I membri della CWA condivideranno la loro esperienza durante due panel sponsorizzati da CWA, "Publish or Perish" e "Bridging the Gap Tra blogger ed editori ”. Goodnewsforpets è lieto di intervistare ciascuno dei relatori che hanno preceduto la conferenza. La nostra prima intervista per gli ospiti è di Layla Morgan Wilde, la comportamentista olistica dei gatti, premiata scrittrice / fotografa e relatrice. Layla sarà presente nel brano dello scrittore "Bridging the Gap Between Bloggers and Publishers" .Layla Morgan Wilde con Grumpy Cat

Ogni persona che abbiamo intervistato ha una storia da raccontare su come è stata coinvolta nella scrittura di animali domestici. Qual è il tuo?

Quando ho iniziato a scrivere nel 2008 a Boomer Muse, ho scritto sui miei gatti in un servizio chiamato Cat Saturday che si è trasformato in Caturday. I gatti che sono infinitamente affascinanti possono essere avidi. Hanno affermato che un giorno alla settimana è tristemente insufficiente e ho lanciato Cat Wisdom 101 nel 2011 come un blog incentrato sui gatti al 100%. I miei gatti si lamentano ancora che non è abbastanza.

Come sei entrato in contatto con la Cat Writers 'Association, alias CWA?

Nel 2011, prima di diventarne membro, ho partecipato alla mia prima conferenza CWA, che si è svolta vicino a casa mia. È stata una rivelazione essere circondato dalla mia stessa specie; una tribù di creativi amanti dei gatti che non sapevo esistesse. Ho subito presentato domanda di adesione e da allora ho avuto un rapporto profondo e crescente con l'organizzazione e molti dei membri.

La Cat Writers 'Association offre due nuovi panel alla BlogPaws Conference di quest'anno; puoi parlarci un po 'del panel che stai conducendo?

Il mio panel si concentra sul collegamento tra blog e giornalismo. Credo che affinare le capacità giornalistiche dal controllo dei fatti all'attribuzione all'etica costruisca blogger migliori. Ho selezionato i relatori non solo per la loro esperienza, ma perché siamo tutti amici. C'è un livello di fiducia e comfort che spero si traduca in una sessione divertente e istruttiva per tutti i partecipanti.

Hai ricevuto più volte il Muse Medallion per la fotografia, cosa ha significato il premio per te e la tua fotografia?

Ero entusiasta di vincere una Musa nel mio primo anno come membro CWA e mi ha spinto a lottare per una maggiore eccellenza. È sempre un onore essere riconosciuto dai miei colleghi. Tengo tutti i miei premi su un davanzale della finestra nel mio ufficio e se sto lottando, tutto quello che devo fare è alzare lo sguardo dalla mia scrivania per un colpo di incoraggiamento. Detto questo, i veri creativi hanno l'impulso di creare qualunque cosa accada. Se non avessi mai vinto un altro premio, non cambierebbe come e perché scatto fotografie. Il processo è necessario quanto respirare.

Hai un background in psicoterapia e aromaterapia, in che modo questa formazione ha influenzato la tua scrittura, consulenza e fotografia?

Sono sempre stato un poliedrico che indossa molti cappelli. È un dono creativo che ho imparato a sintetizzare facilmente eppure sento spesso: "Non so come fai così tanto!" Forse il mio segreto è: non lo considero funzionare e rimango curioso come un gattino. I gatti sono la mia passione e tutte le mie abilità si integrano nel mio lavoro con i gatti, che è 24 ore su 24, 7 giorni su 7. Tutta la formazione sia accademica che esperienziale aiuta a fornire le basi della disciplina. Una volta che le basi sono state gettate, è più facile infrangere le regole o trovare nuovi modi per creare.

Qual è un argomento correlato ai gatti di cui ti piace di più scrivere e condividere?

Oltre a scrivere dei miei gatti, mi diletto a condividere le mie esperienze o avventure di volontariato nel rifugio. La funzione del mio blog settimanale mi dà la possibilità di istruire mentre creo una grafica PSA di adozione unica.

Hai fondato l'ente di beneficenza registrato canadese, The Annex Cat Rescue nel 1997, con sede nella tua nativa Toronto. Ora che vivi negli Stati Uniti, sei coinvolto in qualche servizio di salvataggio di gatti e / o enti di beneficenza negli Stati Uniti?

Sono volontario presso la New Rochelle Humane Society a New Rochelle, NY. Anche se sostengo online numerose cause di beneficenza, niente è più significativo (per me) dell'interazione pratica con i gatti. Lavoro con i casi più difficili (meno adottabili) e può essere straziante ma gratificante vedere progressi incrementali.

Quali sono alcuni modi in cui il genitore medio di animali domestici può essere coinvolto nel rifugio o nel salvataggio locale?

Tutti possono fare qualcosa. Ogni azione, non importa quanto piccola, può avere un grande impatto. Quella condivisione sui social media potrebbe portare a raggiungere la persona che finisce per adottare un gatto o fare una donazione. Ogni gruppo di rifugio e soccorso ha bisogno di volontari. Suggerirei di trovarne uno nelle vicinanze e chiedere di cosa hanno bisogno. La maggior parte dei rifugi e dei gruppi di soccorso hanno siti Web con informazioni sui volontari. Possono essere donazioni di vecchi asciugamani o prodotti per la pulizia. Potrebbero essere volontari per giocare e socializzare con i gatti, donazioni per aste di raccolta fondi, competenze informatiche, scrivere profili di adozione, nutrire colonie di gatti selvatici, fare TNR. Il volontariato può essere pratico o distaccato a seconda delle tue capacità e del tuo livello di comfort.

Quali altri progetti al di fuori della scrittura, della fotografia e di Cat Writers hai in cantiere?

Sto lavorando a un paio di progetti di scrittura, incluso uno studio in corso sulla perdita di animali domestici.

Mentre sono ufficialmente il comportamentista di Tara the Hero Cat, consulto anche molti altri gatti famosi. Con la mia musa ventenne, Merlino in declino, sono grato di poter lavorare per lo più a casa con lui al mio fianco.

C'è qualcos'altro che vorresti aggiungere?

Scopri di più su www.catwisdom101.com e www.laylamorganwilde.com.

Nota: i due panel sponsorizzati da CWA che debuttano alla prossima conferenza BlogPaws a Nashville, TN sono progettati per aiutare scrittori e blogger allo stesso modo, migliorare le loro capacità di scrittura e la conoscenza dell'editoria. Ulteriori informazioni sui pannelli CWA sono disponibili qui. Per informazioni su BlogPaws e sulla conferenza 2015, incluso come partecipare, visitare qui.

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magixfatedfics · 4 years

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Chapter 4: A dimming choice

I do not own Winx club this fic is for fun

CHAPTER 4

Flashback

Flora could be kneeling to the ground with her hand on her back,

"M-My wings.. t-they're gone"

End of flashback.

Still kneeling down, Faraganda looked at the girl in shock "Flora?"

"They took my wings.. " Flora said upset as she leaned her head down.

Helia was quick to move

"Flora....”

Brandon though was the worst of the all, in the group , there he sat on the bed scowling at the fact that his sun fairy was trapped and there was nothing he could do about it at the moment.

He sat there clenching his fists together, and then shaking his head the male spoke up "Well what are we waiting for , the more we sit here and talk the more the girls are in danger. "

It was then that Sky placed a hand on the males shoulder as he shook his head, " Hey dude I want Bloom back here just as you want Stella back, Brandon but we need to figure how were going to find them."

"Sky?" With a sigh , Brandon nodded his head in agreement,

Flora looked down for the moment and stood up "Alright miss F I'm ready.. tell me how do we find Ogron and his gang and save my friends?"

MEANWHILE

Stella looked at the wings and back up irradiated "You monsters you took our wings?"

"A fairy cant fly if there wings are clipped now can they?" Ogron spoke up with a sinister chuckle. "Of course that can be fixed , only a small prince of telling me where the second sun of Solaria is of course. "

Stella looked down and shook her head "I will never tell you where it is.. not even in a million years ." Stella moved her hands up and chanted out the words "OCEAN OF LIGHT!"

it was then the light that illuminated the room was sucked in by the males hand.

"Give up fairy you can not beat me, for here is your ocean of light , right back at you."

Suddenly a large beam from the tip of his figure shot right back at her, causing the fairy of the sun and the moon to be knocked backwards.

"Alright boys I've had enough. it seems the princess needs some time to think, go place her back by the others."

And with that two figures picked up the fairy and placed her back into the room where the rest of the Winx were being held.

"Stella!...Stella!...?"

"Huh?" opening her eyes, Stella ended up looking at Muse who was looking right at her.

"Stella are you OK?"

Shaking her head the female once again found herself in the dark room.

"I-I think I'm alright..except for my bad hair style, how about you?"

"Well being stuck in this room, doesn't help and we can't transform ether?"

"W-What really?" Stella acted surprise , she knew this fact all along but in order for them to get there wings back, she would have to kill her source of power and make her father Ill, The princess of the sun on the moon could not risk this.

"I sure hope the guys can find us this time.. or we might be in trouble this time girls?" Tecna said a bit irradiated herself

"Tecna your good at small communications, reach Timmy .. quickly. " Musa said looking at her "Plus Stella doesn't look so well.."

"It's to dark in here, and my power is fading and without my wings it only makes it worse." Stella placed a hand on her head.

Tecna sighed and looked around, "Alright I have one thing .. but it has to be quick.. Timmy gave this to me for a emergency, Good thing , those guys don't know about it." Moving her hands to the side of her pants the fairy pulled out a small device. then pushing a button she called out quickly

"Timmy .. Timmy can you hear me .. I don't have much time but find us quickly .. Stella's light is going out and we don't have our wings.. we have no clue where we are but I know you can find out.. by tracking this " Suddenly the device beeped. and it proofed into thin air.

"What was that device Tecna?" Bloom asked curiously.

"That is what Timmy calls a LED.. " Tecna spoke up with a small sigh.

"LED.. what does that stand for?" Layla spoke up as she looked confused.

"Lost electromagnetic Device.. Timmy gave it to me feeling it would help some how .. and in this case I hope it did."

Stella listed to the other conversation but tuned it out a bit thinking, if they found out that she knew all along that their wings were gone, how would they think of her afterward. 'I'm sorry Winx' She said in her head.

"Well lets hope the guys find us soon," The radiant fairy intervened into the conversation.

OVER IN ALFEA

Flora and the specialist walked over into Faraganda's office.

"Flora do you understand what you and the girls are up against?" Faraganda spoke up in a serious tone.

"Yes headmistress, I understand and I'm sure the girls do as well."

Suddenly before anyone else can speak Timmy heard a buzz on the side of his uniform. "Huh?"

Clicking it he pressed play.

"Timmy .. Timmy can you hear me .. I don't have much time with this but find us quickly .. things aren't looking good for any of us, including Stella her light is going out from the darkness of this room and we don't have our wings.. plus we have no clue where we are but I know you can find out..Hurry there is not much time!" {Click}"

"How did tecna?"

Timmy sighed "A device I gave her it's called a LED.." Each of the specialist looked at him confused

"Lost electromagnetic Device.. I gave it to Tecna to use in a emergency.. and it seems she did put it to good use."

Brandon shook his head "Stella light is going out..? " Brandon couldn't hear anymore, quickly he stormed out of the room.

"Please.. please be alright Stella." Brandon commented as he pulled out his phone looking at a picture if her.

Flora walked out of the office and placed her hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry Brandon we will find her... and the rest of the Winx.. I promise."

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And that's where I stop there, a friend of mine gave me the idea for the {LED device} so thanks buddy if your reading this. |

Please review

And thank you for reading.

|CHAPTER 5 is up next|

#Prince to the rescue;;#please do not steal #Fanfic written by the mun #and enjoy

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rxanizmm · 7 years

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Do you have any genderbent names for the winx bros?

Yes! Some I came up with naturally, some I put a tiny bit thought into, some I took from a suggestion from twitter ahahbut basicallyBlow (Bloom), Sol (Stella), Fleur (Flora), Muse (Musa), Tecno (Tecna)AND I CAN’T DECIDE ON AISHA, IT’S HARD TO COME UP WITH A MASCULINE SOUNDING VARIATIONI kinda called him Lay because of Layla, but since the original name is Aisha, I feel like I should stick to it...,,,If you have any suggestions, I’m all ears!

#winx bros #ask #Anonymous

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 7 years

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Bloom coming out as gay to Sky and after thta to her friends. (on earth in the fourth season) Thanks in advance :)

Three years is a long time.

A long time to half-love.

And a long time to lie.

She cared for Sky, she truly did. But that didn’t change the reality of things. Even if she wanted it to. The fact of the matter is, her feelings only went so far. Perhaps it’s a bit typical, but going to an all girls school made things a lot clearer to her. Before, Bloom was in a constant state of confusion and wonder. But being surrounded by so many beautiful women, the truth quickly revealed itself.

Yes she liked Sky well enough; he was sweet, sensitive, charming, handsome, and–dare she say–a bit feminine. Just feminine enough to through her mind through a loop one last time before she knew for sure. But at the end of the day he was no woman. He certainly wasn’t one of the dazzling faeries she found herself tantalized by daily.

Unbeknownst to her, it was Icy who kick started Bloom’s epiphany. That slow, sultry walk, the powerful and dominating demeanor. The woman was a heartless asshole. But, God, she was a gorgeous heartless asshole.

All three of them were.

After them, she had started checking more women out and found that not only is she attracted to women, but she is attracted to witches too. That would be a thing to bring up on another day.

Baby steps.

First she’d tell Sky. Then she’d tell her friends. And later on she would reveal that she had the hots for witches. But Sky is the priority. It wouldn’t be fair to keep stringing him along. Odds are, he’s already going to be angry, Bloom thought to herself. Not that he has a right to be. Her reveling that she’s has been gay the whole time is no worse than him revealing that he was not Brandon…and that he was already engaged.

Finally she sees him coming over the hill. He’s only feet away from her know and her heart beats faster, a nervous sweat already decorating her hairline.

“So what’s this news you have for me?” Sky asked.

She feels her mouth going dry as she fumbles around in her brain for a way to put it most gently. “Sky I was wrong. I shouldn’t have kept this from you for so long. I shouldn’t have led you on.”

She watches his face contort in confusion and understanding all at once. “Shouldn’t have led me on? Is this implying what I think it is?” She swears she can hear disgust in his voice but she continues on anyhow.

“Yes…sort of. Sky, I tried to love you. I really, really did. But men just don’t do it for me. All of those late nights.” She pauses. “It wasn’t you, you weren’t doing anything wrong. I was confused and I didn’t even know until…”

His face softens again.

“I was scared and I tried to stop liking women.”

And he shoots her a look of understanding. “I have a brother you know. It took him a while too. His husband is a pretty nice guy. Father wasn’t to psyched that he wouldn’t be delivering any sons. More pissed than he was when I said I wouldn’t take Diaspro. I’ll support you just like I support him.”

Bloom can’t help the wide grin that breaks across her face. He didn’t take it hard. He is supportive! Her mind is going hundreds of miles an hour, but it’s an exciting sort of racing. A rush. She is hopeful now, if Sky could handle the truth, so could her girls.

She had told them to meet her here in a half an hour. She watches Sky lean against the nearest tree. Since their converstaion went by without a hiccup, they have twenty minutes to kill. And at least they won’t have to spend those twenty minutes oozing with awkwardness.

She sees her girls approaching on the horizon just as Sky had. Only she believes that they are doing it with more grace and beauty. The way they are silhouetted against the setting sun. She decides that sunset silhouettes are her aesthetic.

“You got news?” Musa starts the conversation. “Lay it on us, girl.”

“Well, Sky and I were just talking.” Bloom starts. “I told him that it was time for a break up.”

Tecna looks in his direction. “Sure looks that way.”

“He took it really well.” Bloom replies, she looks at Sky, soundlessly apologizing to him for talking about him as if he isn’t standing a mere five feet away. “Anyways, I told him the truth. The reason I broke it off with him is because I like…I love women.”

Stella snorts and laughs. “That’s it! That’s your big and shocking news?”

“Yes.” Bloom frowns. “You can at least pretend to be shocked. I just told you that I’m gay!” She practically throws her hands into the air.

Musa is laughing too now.

“Honey everyone could sense it from a mile away.” Flora states.

Bloom blinks.

“Except for Sky, apparently.” Layla quirks an eyebrow at the man.

Bloom sighs. “Why didn’t you guys tell me that you knew?”

“We didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” Stella answers. “We figured you’d tell us all when you were ready.”

“How did you guys know?” She dares to ask.

“Girl, that tension between you and Icy was amazing.” Musa snickers.

Bloom feels herself flushing. They’ve probably figured out the witch thing too. “There was no tension.” She insists. “And there never will be. If I were to go for any witch, it would be Mirta…”

“But…” Flora prompts her to continue.

“I think I’m actually more into Aurora right now.” Bloom replies. And it’s true, somehow Aurora managed to surpass the witches.

“So you have a type then?” Tecna muses.

“A type?”

“Bloom, you totally have a thing for frosty ladies.” Stella wriggles her eyebrows.

Bloom sighs again. But perhaps Stella is right, maybe she does like the cold women. There’s still a lot she has to learn about herself.

#winx #winx club #bloom #bloom and sky #fanfiction

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fancyphoenix · 3 years

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(the dinamics in the winx-specialists relationships)

Flora: Im kind of cold.

Helia: Here take my jacket *gives it to her*

Flora: *blushing* Thanks Helia.

Musa: Im a little bit cold.

Riven: Well Muse, I don’t have jacket .But I can Hug you?

Musa*opening her arms with a grin on her face*: Sure come here you big big baby.

Riven: Im not a baby, now I don’t want too.*crossing his arms*

Musa: Yes you’re. You’re my big baby.*jumping on him*

Riven:Yeah, maybe a little bit *holding her while he hugs her*

Stella: Im cold...

Brandon: See, I told you to take you’re jacket! And of course i have to give you my jacket because im a gentleman. I swear too god this is the last time i let you borrow it.

*throws at her while being dramatic*

Stella: Thanks bby, ily. I promise it’s the last time i forget my jacket.

*putting it on with a big smile*

Brandon: Shut it, i love you too. Bu we both know it’s not going to be the last time.

Nabu: I’m cold, Layla.

Layla: What you want me to do? Change the Weather? Call god and tell him to change it?

Nabu: Thanks sweetheart, now im not freezing.

Layla: Fine, lets go buy you a jacket.

Timmy: It’s kind off freezing...

Tecna: Yes it is, you know what we should do?

Timmy: What?

Tecna: We make an inteligent jacket and make it warm it self, so no one gets cold.

Timmy: I love you Soo much.

Bloom: It’s kind of cold..

Sky: Yup, the next time we should wear our jackets.

Bloom: Maybe, But were not dying so it’s good.

Sky: High five honey. * they high five*

#timmy winx #brandon winx #winx riven #winx flora #winx Helia #winx club #incorrect winx quotes #winx

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magixfatedfics · 4 years

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{Stella has a huge date coming up, but what happens when a certain gang takes Stella and Winx girls as hostages.} Will the Brandon save his true love in time and will good prevail over Evil once more? Or will darkness rule over light?

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Chapter 1: The capture

I do not own Winx club, this Story is just for fun,

I'm writing this story different this time, I hope you like it.

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{~~} It was a brand new day in Alfea the birds began to chirp, the sun was shinning, Everything seemed perfect until... "KIKO!"

A loud yell could be heard from the second tower to the right. And there in the balcony stood a very steamed Fairy. In her hands she held a torn up light blue sundress that that has sequins missing from the top of the dress as well as the straps were broken off.

"Look what you've done, I just finished this thing... Now what am I supposed to wear for tonight!?"

Not far from the room one of her roommates walked in with a yawn sleepily she took her head phones off her head and stretched

"Yo Stell what is up with all the racket so early in the morning." A certain music fairy pipped up as she rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"My dress!.. that blue fuzzy.. uggh.. my dress is ruined it was so perfect." She sighed in frustration. looking at the rabbit that was on her bed she glared. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

Musa sighed as she listed to the radiant fairy complain. "Hey chill Stell it's just a dress you have 15 million like it in your closet remember.. what's the big deal anyway?"

Stella looked at her teammate shocked. "Just a dress.. it's the Thee Dress!...I'm supposed to go on a date tonight with Brandon and so using my talent I made this beautiful dress, with his favorite color and everything, And it was just for him.. and now, It's ruined."

With a sigh Musa shook her head "Come on it can't be that bad?.. Or I might be wrong?" Looking at the dress Muse noticed small tiny paw prints smeared all over the blue fabric, with Paint?

"Quick question though Stell, but why do the pets have paint on there paws?" The Music fairy pointed down at the 4 pets who had paint splattered on the floor with their paws placed in the puddles.

"Huh?" Stella looked down to the floor , sure enough what Musa said was true thereon the light tinted floor was, Blue. black, Red and Green all over the floor.

"Ughh!" She sighed and fell backwards on her bed, "First my Dress now this mess, can anything else go wrong?" And as if a hint of magic was sparked a huge rain storm boomed throughout the campus. "Me and my big mouth."

"You just had to say those words didn't you Stella?" Musa giggled lightly.

Though before any other words could be exchanged a huge rumble hit the ground and the light went out all over campus, Stella screamed as she was afraid of the dark. Musa fell over as the floor shook.

" Stella Get down!" Quickly the two ducked up the desk and then everything stopped shaking.

It was after everything that stopped moving that Stella used a little of her magic to light up the room, 'Cough'..'cough' "Musa .. are you OK?"

Meanwhile over in red fountain.

"Oh come on guys give me a break it was just a joke .I said I was sorry for the last time." A certain maroon haired male spoke up as he walked into the room.

"Give me a break Riven you did it on that directly for that reason." The blond haired specialist sighed,

"Just give it up you two." The raven haired male

Suddenly before the conversation could be continued , a huge Echo like Rumble could be heard from afar.

"?!"

"What the.. that sounded like that came from Alfea!?" Helia spoke up looking out the window.

Timmy was the next to speak up, "I'll hook up the camera to the girls dorm and see what's going on."

"Dude.. Timmy why in the world do you have a secret camera in the girls rooms, that’s so wrong? Brandon snickered.

Shaking his head and pushing up his glasses Timmy sighed , "It's not for what you think it is, it's to make sure the girls are safe, I lost Tecna once and that was enough to end me there, I wont lose her again, besides Tecna is the one who decided to install it."

He begins to click the keyboard quickly. activating the Cameras. some were a bit fuzzy, it seems Tecna, Layla, Bloom and Flora were out cold surrounded by a cloud of dust. Stella on the other hand was holding her weight with her power. 'Cough'..'cough' "Musa .. are you OK!?"

There in the corner the music fairy stood up and nodded her head "Yeah but not for long, I think I it hit my head or something but.. that happened as if was magic.. what about you Stella.. are you alright?"

Stella nodded her head her light was fading fast. "Yeah just a little dizzy... come on lets see what happened?" Both nodded there heads and rushed down stairs. "The door .. it's... it's locked?.. uhh Musa did you lock it?"

Watching this from afar the boys had worried expressions plastered on there faces.

Musa shook her head, "I never touched it Stella." It was at this point Stella back up a little worried. "That means were trapped."

Musa shook her head.. "No that means were.. ghh" Suddenly before she knew it Musa was hit in the back of her head falling into someone's arms.

"Musa?...Musa?!" And before she knew it a huge ragging cloud of smoke came by 'cough..' cough' "mu...sa?" ' Thunk.' Stella accidentally inhaled what was around her and fell to her knees then to the ground.

It was then then everything went dark a males voice could be heard from the distance.

“......?!”

"Haha this is easy , to think those incompetent.. witches named, Icy, Darcy and stormy failed to do this the first time, two fairy's down .. 4 more to go"

"But boss I thought you said .. you only wanted the princess and music fairy?"

"Oh .. I have plans. Now shut it and quickly pick them up and lets go."

And with that the clouds was gone and so where the two fairy's

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And here is where I stop. sorry .. for the cliff hanger, Chapter 2 is on it's way/ Please review.

#Prince to the rescue;;#Fanfic written by the mun #please do not steal #and enjoy

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