#saul silva x oc

[theswissgirl]

Into your arms - A Saul Silva imagine

Another scenario that I want to write :)

This is a Saul Silva imagine, from Fate; The Winx Saga

In this scenario, I always imagined her to be Bloom's sister and they sort of the share the power of the dragon flame 

Her name is Delilah and she is a fire fairy and of course, she is Silva's girl

Based on Season 2 Episode 3 : Your Newfound Popularity 

(credits to the owner of the picture)

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I'm out of my head, out of my mind, oh, I

If you let me, I'll beOut of my dress and into your arms tonight

Yeah, I'm lost without it

Feels like I'm always waitin'I need you to come get me

Out of my head, and into your arms tonight

- Into Your Arms, Witt Lowry & Ava Max

After the display Stella put on at the banquet, everyone had gone to retire to their homes, leaving Bloom and Delilah alone at the dining table. 

Delilah was tired and exhausted, she just wanted to go to her bed and close her eyes but sleep has not come easy for her.

For her thoughts were always occupied with one person and one person only.

Saul Silva.

The man she loved above anything else. 

It pains her greatly that she is not able to see him, even after the winx rescued him from being transported to Polaris, she knew that it would be dangerous from him to come see her. She still missed him nonetheless.

Rosalind joins them.

"I know. It's a lot" she says, looking at delilah and bloom.

Bloom was the first to say something, "When we first spoke at the Stone Cirlce, you said the blood witches were the one who kidnapped us and held us at Aster Dell" 

"Is that because of this thing inside us? Dragon Flame?" delilah asked inquisitively, looking up at Rosalind.

Rosalind nodded.

"It is"

Delilah heart starts to race and she feels herself tense at the new found information.

Bloom draws her eyebrows together, confusion evicent on her face, "What about our birth parents? Do they have it too or are they-" Rosalind cuts her off.

"I-- I wasn't lying back then" Rosalind sits down in the chair next to Bloom.

" I don't know where you came from. But the blood witches will. We'll fight them and we'll work it out" she says with conviction.

"you've already kept so much from us, I don't know if we can trust you" Delilah speaks up.

Rosalind clicks her tongue and slides a piece of paper over to her.

"Maybe this will help"

Delilah picks up the paper and reads the contents of it and then pauses when she reads "criminal pardon".

She looks to Rosalind, "What is this?"

"It's a pardon" a voice spoke up from behind them.

suddenly, delilah's heart tightened painfully in her chest and she is overcome with shock and surprise. She whips around in her chair and turns around to see the love of her life standing by the door way. Her breathing picks up and she takes in his appearance. 

He is wearing the uniform of the specialist, his face is clean shaven and his hair is in styled in order, keeping it from crowding his face.

He looked good.

And dear lord did he look good in that uniform, the clothing hugging him in all the right places.

"Silva" her voice cracks as she is overcome with an intense amount of relief.

But Delilah had to be careful as Rosalind had no knowledge of their relationship so she had to try her damn hardest to keep her emotions concealed. 

As did Saul.

When all he wanted was to run to his girl and pull her into his arms, instead he walks down the steps and moves to stand behind her chair, feeling temporarily content with just standing close to her.

"I've been working Arthur for a week for a damn thing. Stella almost fucked it up this afternoon, but..-" Bloom cuts off Rosalind.

Delilah was too stunned to say anything.

" I don't understand. Why are you-" Rosalind cuts bloom off in return.

" It's time to put aside our differences, we have a common enemy. The blood witches are a scourge on the Other World. Everytime wer drive them out, they come crawling back" Rosland says.

"She's right. And if they are gathering strength to make a move, we need to stop them before it's too late" Silva spoke up from where he stood, serving as another reminder for Delilah that he was actually here, he was alright.

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Delilah had the suite too herself.

Bloom was off reading about blood witches.

Stella was with Beatrix

Musa was on a walk with her headphones.

Aisa was probably somewhere with Grey.

Terra and Flora were god knows where.

Once she got back to her room, she immediately changed out of her dress and rid her face of the make up she had to wear. She changed into some black sleeping shorts with a cropped dark green tank top.

She could not stop pacing back and forth, her heart and wind were racing. She knew that Saul was coming to see her as they were not able to even have a conversation in front of Rosalind which meant that now, was perfect for them.

She felt like a high school girl who grew nervous at the sight of her crush. Yes, her and Silva have been together for a whole year now but he still manages to sum a herd of butterflies in her stomach.

It's kind of sweet if you think about, after all these months of being separated, she still feels so strongly about him and their relationship.

It was no doubt the she loved him unconditionally.

A knock on her window interrupts her train of thought, she jumps and whirls around quickly and she sees Saul, waiting for her to open the window.

And when she does, he moves like lightning and pulls her into his arms, stumbling forward at the same time. She is quick to wrap her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in his neck and breathing in his scent that effectively calms her racing heart.

God she missed him so much.

Saul wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her in so close she can hardly draw in a breath, he too buries his face in her hair, relishing in the feel of having his girl so close.

"I missed you so much" she whimpered into his neck, tears gathering in her eyes.

" I know, sweetheart. You have no idea how much it drove me insane not having you close to me" He said softly.

He pulls her away from him and moves his hands to cup her face and gently caress her cheeks, his eyes moving all around her face to get a good look at her.

She was always so beautiful in his eyes. And she still is.

He smiles before pulling her close again and leaning his face closer to hers. Slowly, they lean in closer and delilah closes her eyes milliseconds before her lips were going to meet his. Finally, Silva's lips brushed against hers, then he crashes their lips together.

The kiss starts out slowly, giving each other to familiarize themselves again and explore each others mouth. Deliliah tilts her head in order to a slightly deeper angle and she moves to wrap her arms around his neck and interlocking her hands there. She deepens the kiss and Silvas has no problem with that. 

The kiss became more passionate and heated, both picking up the pace so its more faster and rough. Delilah lets out little moans as Silva starts backing backwards towards her bed and he sits down at the edge, pulling her to straddle his lap.

This meant that Delilah face was above his, enabling her to deepen the kiss even more. After a minute or two of their making out, they pulled away from each other, really needing to suck in some oxygen and refocus themselves.

Delilah leans her forehead on Silva's, closes her eyes and smiles.

I've missed that too" she laughed lightly.

He chuckled lowly, "me too love, me too" he pulls her closer to him.

Delilah had to admit, the way they were positioned was making her head spin and she could feel her body slowly coming alive under his touch. 

She's not surprised, her body and mind have gone months without his touch, a reaction was going to be inevitable but she didn't mind.

Right then, a yawn escapes her.

She knew that she wanted him but she was way too tired to engage in that certain activity. Silva could see that too.

"Come on darling, lets get you to bed" he picks her up and carries her to her bed, pulling the blankets from the bed, placing her in it and then pulling the covers to cover her body. He then got in behind her, moving his arms around her body once more and pulling her closer to his.

The proximity of their bodies was making her even more sleepy as she could feel her eyes beginn to feel heavy.

But before she gives into the demand of sleep, she whispers one last thing.

"I love you"

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1487 words

not gonna bother proof reading her grammatical mistakes, I'm too tired for that.

[frost-queen]

Swords & fangs (Reader!Mikaelson x Saul Silva)

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“Dad seriously, I’m just gone for a few hours.” – spoke you, the phone pressed against your ear. Hearing his response made you sigh loud. – “I already told you I can handle myself.” – forced you out. A reminder you had told him hundreds of times – “No, I will not go hunt some burned one’s.” – sighed you out, getting slightly annoyed by the nagging in your ear. Klaus Mikaelson was even a pain in the ass from a distance. Spotting Alfea in the distance, hummed you loud at something he said. – “Yeah, dad uhm… I gotta hang. See you later.” 

Your attention focused on the growing peaks of Alfea as you approached, hung you up. It never stopped amazing you, how magical it all was. It was different from any school you went to of course. This school had a whimsical theme to it. Alfea welcomed you, even though you were an outsider. No fairy or specialist. Something quite else. Walking up the gravely path to the school, were the grounds almost deserted. A few hasty specialists spurting towards the training grounds. You decided to follow them since what you were looking for was there as well.

A few more specialists joined, running as fast as they could. Out of breath. You kept a steady pace, following them from a distance. It didn’t take you long to get there. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. The group of specialists that were running before you, came to a stop near him. They all lowered their heads, bowing to him while their lips moved. Silva responded but his words didn’t reach your ears. With one glare, dismissed he them, pointing firmly to a spot. They must’ve been late, thought you. Silva turned around, focusing his attention on two specialists practicing. He came leaning on the platform they both stood. – “Harder!” – shouted he out. 

He observed them closely. – “Watch your feet, Dylan!” – pointed he out. When Dylan fell to the ground, shook he his head dismissive. – “Again!” – roared he out, tapping his hand against the platform. – “Will you go hard on me like that as well?” – commented you, seeing him turn curiously around. – “Y/n?” – called he out, slightly surprised. He took you by the elbow, looking over his shoulder. He made some eye contact with his pupils, letting them know he would return shortly.

Silva then started to pull you a bit away from them. – “What are you doing here…” – asked he, lowering his voice. – “Love.” – added he with a giddy smile. You eyed him up and down. – “If you don’t want me around, just say so.” – said you, twisting your elbow so his grip was off you. You already started to walk away, crossing your arms. With a deep groan and a roll of your eyes. – “Hey! Hey Y/n!” – called Saul out, coming after you. With one swift pull on your elbow, spun you around to him. – “I didn’t say that.” – answered he, brushing his knuckle against your cheek. – “Why the secrecy then? I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet. I’m standing here dry Saul.” – bit you back, pushing his hand away.

Silva exhaled deep through his nose, licking his lips. – “Your right, Y/n.” – you hummed loud, agreeing that he was wrong. Silva’s eyes wandered around, seeing if anyone was watching. Rolling with your eyes, had you enough. Stepping back from him were you ready to go back home. – “Y/n!” – Silva squeezed your upper arm, spinning you back to him. In a second laid his hand in your neck, bringing your head closer to his.

He kissed you tenderly, taking his time for it. – “Better?” – questioned he. You kissed him again, giving him his answer. – “Much.” – Silva breathed in deep, taking a step back. – “Why don’t you take a seat. I’ll be right with you.” – You noticed some specialists looking, but for once didn’t Silva cared for them. He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Waving him flirtatious with a wink, left you, his side. – “Silva!” – He turned around with a deep hum, rubbing the side of his finger against his lips. Sky came running over. – “That Y/n?” – asked he before telling him his concern. The two of them started to walk. 

“Got anything to say about that?” – responded he, walking with no care in the world. Sky shook his head. – “No sir…” – Silva slowly nodded, waiting for the clear words that were going to come out of his mouth. Sky inhaled sharply, turning more to him. – “She… she is a werewolf, right?” – wanted he to be sure. There it was thought Silva, the slight comment. – “Yes.” – answered he. – “A gene from her father. Klaus Mikaelson.” – Silva chuckled for a second, remembering your dad. – “Not that you know him of course.” – mumbled he to himself. – “Anything else to say?” – Silva quirked his eyebrow up, wanting to know what Sky truly thought of you.

“No sir…” – sputtered sky out. For a brief second it was silent before Sky got curious again. – “How… how exactly does that work?” – wanted he to know to Silva’s annoyance. He batted his eyes to the heavens, questioning this ridiculous interrogation. – “Do you wish to ask me something of concern, Sky.” – before Sky could react, lifted Silva his finger up to him. – “Not regarding Y/n.” – cleared he up. Sky nodded hastily, almost forgotten about it. – “Dowling is looking for you. Something important.” – Silva came to a stop, slapping Sky against his back. – “It always is.” – He then returned from where he came. 

Sky spun around, watching Silva return to you. Saul opened his arms to you with his lips pressed together in a faint smile. – “What is it?” – asked you, getting up to greet him. – “Nothing.” – called he out, resting both his hands on your arms. He kissed your cheek once. �� “Don’t play with me Saul!” – spitted you out, your eyes flashing yellow. Silva kissed you to sooth you. You hated when he did that. Kissing you when you were clearly agitated about something. Your eye color changed to normal, fluttering with your eyelashes. Silva took your hand, moving it over his arm.

“Does Farah need you?” – asked you, knowing what just was up. He always acted like this when he was needed elsewhere. He patted your hand around his arm. – “Farah can wait.” – you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. – “Of course she can.” – just as you had spoken out your final words, rang your phone. Sighing loud at the one calling you. With a plastered smile, picked you up. – “Dad! Miss me already… I certainly didn’t call you like half an hour ago.” – said you, walking with Saul. – “What?” – called you out, coming to a sudden stop. Saul mouthed to you if everything was okay. Gaping at him, listened you with the phone to your ear. – “Fine!” – forced you out. – “I’ll be there in a moment.” – You hung up disappointed. – “Family business?” – asked Saul. – “Isn’t it always.”

“You should go then.”

“Is it cruel that I secretly don’t want to?”

“Not at all, my love.”

He kissed your forehead with a gentle kiss. His hands slide down your shoulders. – “Next time I’ll come to you.” – suggested he. – “I would like that.” – replied you, taking his hand in yours. Saul kissed you again, not getting enough from you. – “Go…” – called you out, giving him a slight push against his chest. – “Farah awaits.” – with your head motioned you to the school building. Saul exhaled deep, popping his hands on your shoulders. – “And the all mighty Klaus Mikaelson is waiting for his daughter.” – chuckled he out.  Both of you kissed again, before taking each separate roads. Silva saluted you on his way to the school building. You blew him a kiss, going in the other direction.

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[fictionocean]

The Princess of Shadows | Prologue

Summary: Rosalind appears on the neighbouring kingdom's doorstep with a proposition on how to end the war between the two kingdoms.

Words: 2,036

[ultimate-simp-10]

I said I wasn't going to do it. I said to myself "oleander isn't going to have any spicy scenes in it." And here I am writing one in 2.3.

[goldiecastelia]

Saul: By the Good Goddess... this, is so...

Beatrix: Weird. I know, not even with me he was like that.

Andreas: *Attentively playing tea party with his granddaughters*

[weasleywinchester]

Nothing Like This

Pt. 1 | Pt. 3

Saul Silva x OC (female Reader)

Helllooooo my friends. Sorry I've been MIA on a variety of fics, every time I think I will have week to write I get pulled into long/weird shifts at work (Merry Christmas to everyone who works retail!). Anyways I saw a few people liking the first chapter of this series and it got the juices flowin … plus I have most of it planned out, just needed to write it! I have yet to watch the new season mainly because I want to finish this first; so pardon anything that doesn't line up with season 2! I also saw I'm almost at 300 followers. Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing, typical high school body shaming (very brief)

Summary:

Your name is Phoenix Kin, a fire fairy that graduated from Alfea a lifetime ago (or so it feels). An opportunity for an amazing job gave you two options: to stay with the two people you loved most or to serve your people. Sky was ten when you left, a growing boy with no parents and so much strength and love. But he would always have you and Saul. Saul was a mentor for your combat training when you were at Alfea, which quickly turned into something more after he asked you to help him with Sky’s training.

Chapter Summary: Last year of school: easy peasy lemon squeezy. It'll be filled with parties, very little homework and a lot free time. Well, until you agree to not just one but two extra training sessions. Your best friend Diana might tease you endlessly about training with the undoubtedly handsome Saul Silva, but it may turn out to be one of your most precious relationships.

The loud slam of your classmate's back makes you flinch as you watch the opposing team win the match.

“Again!” Mr. Silva shouts. You all watch the match once more, the intensity higher than before but ending just the same. You glance at Mr. Silva, who's rubbing his forehead in disappointment. 

“Sit.” He points to where the rest of you are. “Specialists need to trust their fairy partners. And Fairies need to trust their specialist. If there is no trust, then there will be death. Or worse." He gives each of you a stern look before turning to the stage. "Everyone up, let’s go through drills once more.” 

Your group gets up and pairs off. You stand with your assigned specialist, Drake, while squaring off with another pair. 

“At least pretend you’re trying to trust me.” You comment.

“Maybe you could keep up if you trained more.” Drake looks you up and down, eyes lingering on your stomach.

“Me being fat does not impede my ability to use magic.” You snap back. He rolls his eyes and gets into his stance. Ever since you two were paired a couple of weeks ago he’s spent plenty of time commenting on other fairies beauty while implying that you looking like you currently do will somehow affect your magic. Which, it never has; his comments on the other hand sometimes get the best of you.

You go through drills again, easily over powering your opponent. As you push the other fairy out of the ring the other specialist manages to push past Drake and take your feet from under you. You slam into the mat, all the air escaping from your lungs. 

“Drake!” Mr. Silva walks to your area of the mat, towering above Drake who sits just outside the ring. 

“Yes sir.” Drake quickly stands.

“You didn’t protect your fairy.”

“Well, I-”

“Stop. You gave her a good in, fending off the opponent in a different direction. But you can’t leave her open. If anything you should be goin’ back to back with her, making sure she’s guarded until you take your last breath.” Mr. Silva commands. Drake simply nods, shooting you a glare. “I think that’s enough for today.” He adds, extending a hand to you. You put your hand in his and he easily pulls you to stand. He looks you over, you look unharmed but the way your eyes simmer makes him think that there's something more going on.

"Thank you Mr. Silva." You nod, giving him a week smile and trying to keep the tears from falling. He nods and slowly walks over to the next group.

“Man, I would watch that. If Silva keeps lecturing you, you’re in for a lot of runnin’.” The other specialist warns.

“Maybe if Phoenix had her head on straight.” Drake mumbles.

And that’s the last straw. You whip around, fire ablaze in each hand, letting the flames engulf Drake. 

“You know what Drake. I get that you think attraction is essential to a good partnership, but it’s not. You may have hand to hand combat skills, but I have the magic. I trust you to not use your skills against me, I would recommend you do the same.” You growl, your eyes ablaze like an inferno. He looks terrified enough that you extinguish the flames and stomp away.

Mr. Silva watches you, his feet glued to the stage. He's surprised that the boy is still standing, not a hair on his body singed. He wonders with that amount of power why your training has been going so poorly.

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“Have you noticed anything about a student named Phoenix Kin?” Saul asks. Farrah and Ben share a look, normally Saul seems to have most students figured out within the first few weeks of term.

“She’s a bright student. Never causes any trouble, does very well in my Botany classes.” Ben answers.

“Did something happen in training?” Farrah inquires. It's typically the only reason he would bring up a student: good or bad.

“Her partner seems to be refusing to trust her. I assume for childish reasons, but today she lashed out at him.”

“Was anyone hurt? I should have been informed.”

“Everyone was perfectly fine, not a single scorch mark on anything or anyone. It seemed like she did it to scare him straight.” Saul takes a large gulp of his coffee. “Perhaps she needs something more advanced. Her training hasn't been smooth, but maybe it's not entirely her fault.”

“We could try running her through the Burned Ones practice. If she can control her powers as well as you believe, she may be beyond the lessons she’s in.” Ben suggests.

“I’ll take a look at her schedule. If we could have her change groups without disturbing her other classes too much then it would be an ideal solution.” Farrah agrees.

“Burned One trial tomorrow then.” Saul confirms.

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“Good morning. Today we will be starting training with the Burned One dummies. I will need a fairy volunteer to run through the first cycle with me.” Mr. Silva paces in front of the group of students.

You look around, surprised that some of the fairies that have been receiving praise in every class haven’t volunteered.

“No brave soldiers, we certainly are doomed.” Mr. Silva gestures to the group, the corner of his mouth lifting just the slightest.

“I’ll give it a try.” You stand. Mr. Silva spins to face you, and you swear there’s a bit of glee in his eyes. Oh no, what I have done.

“Thank you Phoenix. Everyone is get into viewing places.” Mr. Silva claps and everyone runs to the designated safety areas.

“You seem to know how to channel your magic extremely well.” Mr. Silva gives you a look. “Now you’re going to have to control your emotions in order for any of your peers, and me, not to get hurt. When you’re fighting in the real world, you have to be vigilant of your surroundings.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You trust me to have your back?” He eyes you.

“Do you trust me to have yours?” You shoot back. He smiles at that and gestures for you to follow him. 

“I know you have never seen a burned one, real or fake. It’s ok to ask to start over.” He looks over at you, making sure you’re ok.

“Noted, but let’s show the class how it’s done.” You smile.

He shakes his head, grinning at your remark. Something about the glint in your eye tells him that you’ll be the most successful one of the day, and possibly of the batch. Every fiber of him is telling him that you are trustworthy, here and in a real battle. He signals to Ben that you both are ready. You slowly walk down a path lined with hedges, the only thing you can hear is the small breeze rustling the leaves.

And then you hear it. A hissing sound, like someone drowning in thick water. Saul resists the urge to push you behind him, he has to let you be in control. To his surprise you do that automatically, staying close enough that the two of you would easily be able to protect each other. 

And then you see it, it looks like a person who walked through fire and kept going. Saul takes the first swing, fending off its attacks. He manages to push it off and give you an opening to blast it to hell. In record time you’ve managed to help defeat the dummy.

“Most impressive Phoenix!” Ben jumps out from the hedge.

“Thanks. It was more challenging than I thought.” Your heart is racing, adrenaline pounding through every inch of you.

“Next team, get ready!” Saul shouts, gesturing for you to go through the hedge where Ben popped out from.

“Guess that confirms my suspicions.” Saul grumbles.

You raise your brows at him.

“I assumed you were more advanced than your partner. And also that your partner was being stupid. I’m sure Sky, who’s a baby, would be better than Drake.”

“He would!” You snort. You turn the corner and almost bowl over “Headmistress Dowling!” 

“Miss Kin. Seems the three of us need to have a discussion about your combat training.”

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“So I would be training with the advanced  group? Wouldn’t I be missing a lot of information? I don’t want to go from being ahead to being far behind.” You look between the two. “I enjoy the training, but I’m not sure I’m exactly built for battle.”

“You’re one of the stronger fairies of your class. If you’re ok with about an hour of extra training for the rest of term, you’ll stay on track.” Mr. Silva smiles.

“And I would like you to train further on your magic, perhaps master the emotions that show through your face. You may think you're not built to be a soldier, but there are many roles that require you to know how to protect yourself, and others.” Ms. Dowling notes.

“Who would be my tutor?”

“Diana Frost. I believe that she was two years above you. She may be young but is an expert in using emotions as a combat tactic. I will let her know that you will be meeting her once a week.”

“No social life, awesome.” You murmur. It’s your last year at Alfea, it’s supposed to be the easiest one!

“The headmistress will make sure that the extra time is added credit. Maybe knock off a class or two.” Mr. Silva smiles at the headmistress. You’re stunned. Mr. Silva is not exactly known for bending the rules when it comes to extra training. 

“A reasonable request. But, that means I expect the same excellence as the other students you’ll be training with.” Ms. Dowling raises her eyebrows at you. 

“Of course.” You answer. She nods to the both of you and walks out of her office.

“It won’t be easy.” Mr. Silva states. He knows you can handle it, but if the drive isn't there then the results will be less than ideal.

“Easy isn’t the problem, staying balanced might be.” You knead your hands together. You are confident in your studies and now even more in your combat training, but this seems like a lot.

“I advise you to think about it. I know for a fact that the Queen is looking for a few new people to join her in a new art exploration program. If you take this extra training it’ll put you in a perfect position to apply.” He gently squeezes your shoulder, giving you a small smile and leaves you to your thoughts.

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“Wait, so you’re actually going to do it?” Diana frowns at you as she jogs backwards in front of you.

“Ya...why not? … Last year of school, less classes and a possible job. How could I not?” You huff as you try to keep up with her. Jogging is not my strong suit…

“That’s a lot of time with Mr. Strong, protective and handsome.” She raises an eyebrow, slowing her pace for you.

“Not what it’s about… Don't forget you'll be training me once a week too.” you take a deep breath in, which didn’t help in the slightest. Have your lungs always been too large for your rib cage? How could you not have noticed?

“Ok then what is it about?” She stops altogether. Something has been up with you for weeks now. She’s been trying to find out what, but you always brush the subject aside. 

“I’ve proved the idiots in our class wrong. I took down a Burned one, on the first try.” You sigh. “I know it was only a dummy...”

“Phee, you’re so talented in your art! You don’t want to be traipsing beyond the barrier to kill burned ones.”

“No, but what if I could go beyond the barrier to recover bits of the realm’s past? To rediscover things we thought lost! I need combat training for that!” 

“Ok! Ok.” Di puts her hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to make sure you’re doing this training for you, and not to prove stupid boys wrong. Or impress a very hot teacher!” 

You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around her. Thank the maker for good friends.

"How do you think Mr. Silva knew about the art thing?" She nods for you to walk with her.

"You didn't tell him?" You cock an eyebrow at her.

"No! And it's not like we teach together. He sticks to the specialists and I stick to the fairies."

You nod. That's true, different ends of the campus, different times of the day...

"Maybe he thinks you could be his prized student this year." She bumps her shoulder against yours.

"I highly doubt that. I would have had to start this extra training first year." There were far too many talented warriors, fairy and specialist alike, for you to even be considered.

"Mmm, I don't know. You'll graduate with specialized skills in combat, emotional control and art documentation. Not a very common combination." She sings as she begins a light jog. You groan and start after her.

“Why are you even jogging in the first place? You hate running!” Di she yells over her shoulder.

“Because you run.” You laugh, nearly running (pun intended) her over when she dead stops in front of you. You walk around to stand in front her, seeing she is very confused. “You're not a student anymore… so the only time I can talk to you without anyone listening is when you jog. Which is why it’s not a regular occurrence.”

“You're an absolute nutter." She laughs, engulfing you in a hug. "But seriously how are you going to focus on lessons when Saul Silva is sparring with you? Maybe he’ll take his shirt off…” you shake your head and start walking across the lawn back to your dorm.

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A few months later

The smack of your back echoes through the empty fighting fields. You lie on the floor a moment, the cloudy sky reflecting your mood back at you, grumpy because all this training feels pointless.

“Up!” Saul barks, walking over to get a sip of water. 

You clench your fists, willing yourself to not let your thoughts pour out of your mouth. So you lay there, looking at the fog roll past the tip of your nose. You love this weather, the way it blankets everything in soft light, the small bite of cold letting you wear a light sweater. All you need is a cup of hot drink and a good book; instead you're here, training.

“Phoenix, get up.” Saul demands again. 

You don’t move. He’s been ruthless for the last few weeks; multiple professors have snapped at you for napping in class because you’ve been running, sparring and training on the dummies every morning! Normally he only picks one, maybe two lessons to focus on.

“Phoenix, I’m not asking -“

“Mr. Silva…”

“Again. You’ve been reluctant all week-“

“Mr. Silva.” You finally sit up, putting your head in your hands.

“If you don’t get your act together-“

“SAUL! Get off my ass!” You hop to your feet, gathering your gear and your bags. This has been a morning routine as of late: a lecture like you’re five years old, and you’re fucking tired of it.

This isn’t the first time you two have had a spat, normally it’s just you taking everything as a criticism and Saul finally realizing a bit of praise goes a long way. But the way Saul is looking at you is different; like you flat out slapped him.

“Sorry for cursing.” You apologize, shoulders slumping. You don’t want to be dramatic, but sometimes the end goal seems so far out of reach. His face doesn’t change, it almost looks like he’s short circuiting. 

“What?” You ask, exasperated.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me by my first name.” He says, blinking slowly a few more times.

“Fuck.” 

“I mean, it’s fine. We've been training together for long enough. But, ugh, let’s call it for today.” He quickly spins on his heels, gathers his things and quickly runs in any direction that is opposite of you.

_______

“You’re awfully quiet.” Di points out.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, spit it out.” She snaps a little harsher than she meant to. She puts the kettle on, hoping a cup of tea might straighten you out. She looks over at you, your gaze has returned to space, eyes simmering dark copper.

“What happened today?” She asks, her voice soothing.

“I called Mr. Silva by his first name.” You sigh. 

“You call me by my first name.” She laughs, pouring two cups of tea.

“He just… he looked shocked. It was instantly awkward and he bolted as fast as he could. I wasn’t expecting his reaction to be that.”

“You have been working very closely.” She offers and not in her usual teasing way. You hum in agreement as she hands you a cup of tea. “Maybe you feel closer than a standard student teacher relationship? You and I have that, so maybe you feel like you and he should have that too?”

“Sometimes it feels like we’re friends. We talk about our day, how classes are going, or even what our plans for term breaks are.” You've become close to Saul, he’s a pillar in your life; tall, strong and unmoving.

“Or maybe it’s more like colleagues.” You frown. You have progressed far enough that it feels like you're on somewhat equal footing with him. You're lessons have become more collaborative; improving fighting techniques and coming up with new ones.

“Do you think he could possibly also be confused about this? To my knowledge he’s never tried to prepare someone so completely for the outside world.” She watches you intently. She can see the thoughts working around in your head, simply because she’s been in your head with the training; but your eyes stay at a simmer, the gentle sparkle no longer giving away your emotions.

“He’s not confused.” You shake your head. “Mr. Silva wouldn’t be about a student.

_______

“You’re confused my friend.” Ben chuckles as he hands Saul a drink. "And that's quite alright."

“She’s a student.” Saul sighs, downing his drink in one gulp.

“She can also be your friend. There’s not too many years between you two. Plus what does age have to do with anything?” He watches as Saul lays down on the couch, his dark grey eyes searching for answers in the rafters.

“She’ll be leaving in a few months.” He whispers. He thought you two would train, become a strong team, and you would go off on your path. But you’ve grown close; he keeps his circle very small, his closest friends were the ones he walked into battle with. But you, you are different. He doesn’t have the bond of the battlefield with you. You’re truly the only friend he’s made on a shared interest in movies, art and food. You could simply sit next to him all day, never say a word and he’d be content with your company.

“Just because she’s no longer at Alfea doesn’t mean you two can’t keep in contact.” Ben frowns at his forlorn friend.

“But isn’t that weird? For a grown man to talk to a teen?”

“But you’re not just a random man, and she’s not just a random teen. You both have been training hard together. You’ve become a team, much like the lot of us were.” Ben takes a seat on the floor by Saul’s face, tipping a little more alcohol into his glass. “And that’s quite beautiful.”

_______

A fog has settled low on the grounds today, shrouding the surprises that await the eager graduates. Saul had told you far before the term ended that you didn’t need to keep up the lessons, you were succeeding brilliantly as it was.

“Perhaps, but it is our routine. We won’t get to practice like this again; it’ll be something that I’ll miss.” You confessed. 

“Then let’s begin.” He smiles and goes through your training like any other day. You’re brilliant, your eyes glowing and dimming to keep him on his toes as you tell him about the graduation prep. When the lesson comes to end you both slowly pack your bags and stand facing each other. His feet are glued to the spot. The moment he steps away it signals the end. The end of seeing you everyday, the end of your partnership. And he didn’t want that. And you must have felt the same because you told him to find you the morning of graduation.

So here he is, watching you as you sit in the only spot of sun on the hill that overlooks the school.

“We know each other too well if I can guess where you wanted to meet without tellin’ me.” He shouts.

“Guess that’s what a year of nonstop training does.” You turn to throw a smile his way. He jogs over to you, taking a seat in the grass. He watches as the fog ebbs and flows through the valley, the towers of Alfea poking out every once in a while.

“We both know I’m not one for mush, but I did get you something.” He says quietly.

“Is it a set of knives? Or maybe a staff with blades on the end?” You clap your hands together, keeping them in a praying motion.

“You’re still a student, can’t give you weapons yet.” He chuckles, bringing out a small blue bag. He gently takes your hand, tipping the bag’s contents into your palm. It’s a small silver ring, but instead of a stone it’s a coin.

“It reminded me of one of the lost paintings you described.”

“Of Galandra, one of the most powerful fire fairies.” You mumble as you turn the ring over in your hand.

“Maybe you'll find the painting in your travels.” He says softly. 

You’re trying your best to keep your emotions in check, but this time you let yourself feel it all.

“Thanks.” You croak, wiping a tear. “Mine’s not nearly as beautiful.” You chuckle amidst a sob that managed to crawl out of your throat. You hand him a small brown box, tied with a little white string.

He gently unties the string, lifting the lid to find a small fire stone not much bigger than a penny.

“To keep you warm, even through the darkest of days.” You explain.

“You made this?” He whispers in awe, running his hand over the smooth surface. He’s heard of these stones, each one is said to have the smallest amount of magic inside but only who it’s intended for can call upon that power.

“Ya. Might not be as strong as the ones of old, but I hope it can help you when you need it.”

“It's beautiful, Phoenix.” He closes his fist tightly around it, the warmth coming from deep in his bones.

"I hope we can stay friends Saul." You whisper to him. "Nothing like this," you gesture between you and him, "Has happened to me before. I never knew how much I could learn from one person."

He looks up, your smile gentle and warm like your eyes.

"Neither have I." He smiles back at you. He can feel the lump in his throat getting bigger so he swallows hard and gently bumps against your shoulder. "And you'll have to come back at least twice a year to keep up your training Miss Kin."

"Sounds like a plan Mr. Silva."

[queenmayor23]

A Fated Tale (I)

Words: ~1.7k 

Fate: The Winx Saga x Male Reader

I did a thing and didn’t know where to put it and everything I see on here is Sky x male reader which I am not opposed to but I wanted to have an older reader (Arthur) that was a mentor to the girls and close with the older generation and possibly throw down with Luna. It blends lore from both shows. Also this started because I was mad that Professor Palladium wasn’t in Fate because in my personal headcannon Palladium is a beautiful NB beaing and deserves more love hence my OCs name but we’ll get into that later.

This is a developing story so be patient please and let me know what you think and send me request. If I don’t know the material or I’m uncomfortable I’ll let you know. 

OC: Arthur Avalon Malacoy-Palladium

Arthur and Dane walk through a mirror into the blue office. "Do not piss off Silva. I will never hear the end of it. Do not tell me you won't. You may look like your father, but your mother and I's blood is in your veins. On that note, I know making friends comes easy to us but don't get friendly until the end of the semester." Arthur had been running his mouth since this morning and throughout the mirror trip.

"I understand Uncle Art. Except for the part about not getting friendly."

Arthur looks at his nephew, cupping his chin and letting his painted blue thumb run across Dane's cheekbone. "Never lose your innocence, my sweet summer child." Arthur looks at the clock in his office and walks to the door opening it for Dane. "I am late for a meeting. So, everything you need is in your bag, and the rest of your luggage is already in your room. Everyone should still be in the Front Yard if you want to do the whole "First Day" thing." Dane walks out of the door, Arthur closing it behind him, both in the hallway. Arthur quickly hugs Dane and walks away, opposite Dane. "I love you; goodbye."

Arthur walks into the Headmistress's Office. Farah sits at her desk with Bloom across from her. "Nice of you to join us, Professor Palladium." Headmistress Dowling speaks as the redheaded child looks back at him.

"Ah, and you must be Bloom. Nice to meet you." They shake hands. "Potionologist turned guidance counselor and whatever else they need someone to teach. I'm Professor Arthur Avalon Malacoy-Palladium. Just call me Professor Palladium."

"Excuse the professor, Bloom. He tends to ramble on occasion." Dowling continues asking Bloom. "Has Alfea lived up to your expectations?"

"Just kinda bummed I didn't see a single pair of wings."

Arthur decides to comment. "We had wings, but transformation magic was lost as we and our magics evolved. Some are lucky enough to have a glowing hue around them if they concentrate."

Bloom nods her head and looks at the older fairies. "So, when do we… I start?"

"Classes begin tomorrow. You'll start with the basics. Learn to use your magic slowly but safely."

"When you say slowly-"

Arthur interrupts. "She means it. Magic can be dangerous. Our curriculum is designed to focus on magic's physical and mental parts. Trust the process."

Farah leans in towards Bloom. "Alfea's graduates have ruled realms and led armies. They've forged powerful relics and rediscovered long-lost magic. They shape the Otherworld. If you succeed here, you will too."

"Well, this place, the Otherworld, uh… Alfea, it seems amazing. It… This isn't my home. I don't need to rule a realm or lead an army… I'm here because you promised you'd teach me control."

"Speaking from experience, if you allow it, Alfea can be your home away from home. This place is filled with magic, literally and figuratively." Arthur tells the first-year student.

The next day came, and Arthur taught his morning classes. He walked into his office searching for a file he needed for one of his afternoon appointments with the second-year students when he felt it. "Burned Ones."

He alerted Saul, Farah, and Ben, and they all went to investigate. "It's fresh."

"Maybe a wolf?"

"Or a bear. Could have gone out to protect his herd, got surprised." Dowling and Silva continue to guess what happened to the man that lies before them. His body burned and bloodied. Ben collects a sample from the body, examining it. "This is char residue."

Palladium roughly exhales. "Ben, you cannot be serious. It's been what, two decades since the last sighting?"

"Sixteen years." Dowling corrects Arthur, and she continues. "Rosalind was relentless."

"It could've been hiding in the mountains..."

"She killed all the Burned Ones." Farah speaks sternly, almost as if she was forcing herself to believe her own words.

"We thought she did." Arthur and Saul look at Farah.

"Ben, what we think is irrelevant. The Barrier's doing its job. But until we know something for sure, let's clean this up before gossip starts." Farah starts walking away when Arthur catches her wrist. "If it happens, we know what we must do, correct?" Saul, Arthur, and Farah look at each other in agreeance.

In his office, Arthur sits relaxed. Stella stretches out on the couch, trying to get a selfie showcasing her outfit. "Have you tried anything besides that little sparkle this week? Any illusions or Sun Shields?"

Stella puts her phone down and snaps her mini-star away. "How do you know I'm not casting an illusion right now?" Palladium shrugs his shoulders.

"The real question is am I casting an illusion?" Palladium disappears, and the walls turn white, the light filling the room. Stella pulls her head from the crystal ball, gasping for air. "Fifty minutes and twenty-nine seconds, eighty-two percent non-verbal, but it's progress." Palladium hands Stella a glass of water and a yellow vial. "Drink." Stella drinks the vial and chases it with the water. She starts gagging and reaching for the wastebasket. "What was that?" Stella asks, consuming more of the water.

"Darling, you were supposed to mix it."

"You said, "drink!" Where do you hear anything about mixing in that one word?" Stella fussed, catching her breath. Sitting on his desk, Arthur uses his magic to move the pen as it tracks Stella's progress. Stella sits up in the chair. "Not to worry, the worst thing it can do is give you split ends. But you should be able to take care of that with a little Sun Slice." Arthur holds out his hand. A cabinet opens, and another larger vial with what seems to be dirt floats across the room into his palm. "Two parts dust, one part water. It'll help with those sunspots too. Now go. I need to get ready for a meeting." Stella gets up and takes the jar heading for the door. Arthur watches her. "Thank you, Professor Palladium."

"Thanks, Professor Palladium!" Stella mocks, walking out of the door.

It was late at night; he was falling asleep at his desk. Arthur pulled some herbs from the cabinet, put them in a cup, and removed the kettle from the fireplace, telekinetically pouring the boiling water into the same cup. Arthur takes a sip. The nutrients from the herbs energize his body awake, and he gets the feeling again. While walking down the hallway, Palladium runs into Musa, Aisha, and Terra. The girls explain what's going on, and the professor withholds that he sensed a Burned One from them. Arriving at the gateway, hearing the roars of the beast. "Once Bloom comes out, get back to Alfea."

Palladium enters the gateway spotting Bloom running toward him. She slows down, but before she can open her mouth. "Go!" Palladium points in the door's direction, and it bursts open, Bloom running out. The creature jumps in front of Palladium. Golden orbs form in Palladium's hands, and he fires. The Burned One stumbles back and roars. Palladium forms a shield on his forearm, covering the length of his body; he charges another orb as the Burned One bangs on the shield. Arthur pushes the beast across the room and releases the ball of light. The head of the Burned One is encased by the golden orb as it stumbles and falls back, letting out one last growl.

The following day came. Arthur sits on his desk with Farah seated at an angle across from him, and Saul leans on a pillar in the center of the room. Arthur recounted the events of last night. "Why did you not chain it up and bring it to the dungeons?" Farah asked.

"He should have killed it when he had the chance," Saul added.

"I couldn't allow it to enter the Barrier, Faragonda. If it were to awaken and attack while we slept, Luna would close everything down faster than she can say her name." Arthur informed his colleagues. "Did it break your skin?"

"No. I had Ben start making oil from the Zanbaq flowers in the greenhouse. I've dosed it with the remainder of what We had in Nikolia's old office."

"Arthur…" Faragonda was quickly interrupted. "We need to know if this is an isolated incident or something more. If something is attacking Solaria, we have to tell Luna as much as I would rather us take care of it ourselves."

Saul and Arthur understood each other. Farah was nervous, and Arthur could sense it without needing magic. "What's on your mind, Farah?"

"I found a changeling in the First World." Arthur gasped.

Saul stops Arthur before he can speak. "I've not heard of one of those in centuries. Are you sure, Farah?"

"Yes. She was left 16 years ago, right around when the last Burned One was spotted." Saul sighed and looked to the counselor. "Do you genuinely think this could be connected?"

"Rosalind hid a lot from us, so I'm not taking it out of the realm of possibilities. But I will say this, Alfea is different now that Red Fountain and Malacoy have merged. Though I am the only one qualified to attend Malacoy, of both faculty and students-"

Saul cuts off Arthur. "What about your nephew?"

"His mother and I decided that he needs to focus on his weapons skills first; then, if he displays any magical abilities, go from there. That's why I sent him to you." Saul nods.

"Arthur, do you mind taking on another class? Magic Theory with the first years." Farah stands up.

"No, I don't mind, but what about-"

"Ben and I will have to suffice. I need you there. Do what you've been doing with Stella, but in a group setting." Farah turns and walks next to Saul.

She was speaking now as the headmistress rather than as their friend. "I want you to kick up the Specialist's training a few notches. We may have to start blended training, and I want both sides to be ready if or when the time comes." Saul looks at Arthur after nodding to their headmistress. "I know both of you feel the shift. Unfortunately, the scales are slowly tipping towards chaos, and for now, all we can do is prepare for the worst and hope for the best." Farah walks out of the office, leaving the Specialist and Paladin alone.

[djino04]

Hey!! Do you or will you do a Saul Silva x reader/OC series or story??

Hi !

There is little chance, I don't really like to read this kind of stories so I don't think I will write any, sorry

[cherries11]

Sorry for the long, long wait. Here's chapter 5, the final chapter. It drove me crazy how I couldn't get this chapter right. Then, in the middle of it, I got sick--fever and everything which, in these times, can be very alarming (thankfully it's not covid). But even if that didn't happen, this chapter would have still taken at least two weeks after I posted ch4. And then I also began to worry about length. This is about 7.9k words (for reference, ch4 is 7.2k)--sorry about that.

This is Farah's office (screenshot from S01E01 of Fate), which is the main setting for this chapter. Just add another chair in front of Farah's desk, and move that single chair at its back out of the way (or out the office altogether).

I also wanted to show some reference for Ch4. See below the line.

As in the cover I made. This is Dawn's dress. I saw it from Lacetulle's blog. It's from Marwan & Khaled: Red Carpet 2020 collection.

And this one's Saul's, although I really don't have any idea about tuxes so not sure if this is good or bad. I just wanted it to be black. Photo by Benjamin Rascoe from Unsplash.

In my head, this is Dawn. Her name's Elena Satine. Saw her in an episode of Agents of Shield, and then again in Timeless. Btw, I first knew that Dawn was a redhead, before I decided to pick her just coz I think she's so pretty. At first, she looks ordinary-pretty (if there is such a thing), then the more you look, the more you realize she's extraordinary.

Here's her being a little sassy.

I have no inspiration for what Cecil looks like, but tbh, I kinda used Prince Harry as reference (except he's a redhead). I don't wanna post his picture just because I actually can't see him as Cecil.

This is the dining hall in ch4. Yeah, it's in the Buckingham Palace.

For the ballroom, I actually couldn't find a picture for what's in my head, but you can sorta use this as reference, just make it as big as the dining hall. Photo by Diogo Nunes in Unsplash.

This is Dawn's hairstyle (although I didn't actually use this as reference--more I just looked for the closest style to what's in my head).

And of course, Saul's.

Lastly, not a picture, but the prompt that inspired this story. It's from a tumblr post from writing-prompt-s. I say "inspired" because I didn't follow every detail in the prompt. Here it goes:

"You’ve always hated your power to reveal people true opinions of each other- it got your parents divorced, after all. But after jokingly using the power at a work party while drunk, you realize your spouse utterly loathes you. But your worst enemy, an asshole coworker- loves you unconditionally."

Again, sorry for the super delayed post of this chapter. You can read all the problems I had in the end notes in AO3. Anyway, thanks so so much for waiting.

[emmnf1]

We’ll Be Alright in the End

Sky of Eraklyon x reader

[ reader has been hurt after a mission to try and kill the burned ones, she’s infected and it’s spreading quickly. Sky comes back to fins she’s hurt, and he’s not doing well. is she going to make it? ]

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There wasn’t much more you could have done. When you’re out there, searching for the burned ones, hardly anything can separate you from life or death, except for sheer luck. Today, you hadn’t been so lucky.

Being a fairy, you weren’t particularly versed in hand-to-hand combat, so when your magic failed and your specialist search partner was no where to be found, there was nothing you could do to protect yourself. The burned one had ripped your skin apart, the soft skin of your stomach now marred with a spider’s web of inky black poison. The wound was bad, but the infection was even worse. The burned ones swipe had pierced an artery in one go, but you had managed to cauterize the wound when your fire fairy abilities kicked back in, leaving only the infection to send you towards death. At the time you had screeched in pain, echoing through the forest. Your whole body was on fire and surely... surely this was death. By the time Mr Silva had found you, you were writhing on the forest floor in a pool of your own blood. The team tried their best to get you carefully back to the school, but even the teachers could not soothe your pain or give you any relief from this torment. 

It had been only a quarter of an hour since your return to the Alfea campus, but things were not looking good. The burned one who injured you had not been found, or killed, and you had no hope that you would make it to see the next morning. Professor Harvey had given you Zanbac for the infection, and a plant-based medication for the pain. Terra had helped him to make it, insisting that she could not sit by while one of her best friends was dying. They all knew that it was more likely to happen than not.

That was when you heard it. Sky had burst through the doors of the greenery, were they had made a make-shift bed for you. You could vaguely hear that he was shouting, in your drug-induced haze. You couldn’t really lift your head to see, but you imagined it was Sky’s calloused hand that held yours between his, sitting down next to you and being so gentle, too gentle. 

“Sky?”, you managed to whisper his name. Immediately he perked up, asking questions at a rapid speed, none of which you could even distinguish to answer.

“Sky, it hurts”

“I know, I know it does. I’m so sorry, my love”

You were too confused to register what he called you, but you did know it felt nice. As soon as professor Harvey returned, you asked him to take you off the pain medication, having rather be in pain and coherent, than dazed and entirely unaware of what was going on.

The pain hit you, but all you could see was Sky. If you were going to die, at least it was with him by your side. You had been best friends for as long as you could remember, no matter how much you wished it could be so much more. You had always hoped that maybe he would feel the same way, but after his relationship with Stella you weren’t so sure if your hope had a point anymore.

“Are they going to be able to kill it?”, you didn’t even know how ask.

“We’re about to go with the search party now. We have to... we have to find it. I can’t...”

“Sky, listen to me. It’s okay,” you held his cheek so gently, ”It’s okay, and I understand what might happen. Please don’t kill yourself trying to save me. A world without you wouldn’t make sense. Please.” It was becoming exponentially more painful to talk, and you could only assume that the infection was spreading to your lungs. 

You could see him smiling, even with the tears running down his cheeks, through your own tears, and you carefully wiped his away. 

“Can I... can I ask you for one favour... just one, Please, Sky”

“Anything, absolutely anything,” he was now clinging on to you so desperately that his body was practically wrapped around your own.

“I know it’s selfish, but please just let me be selfish this once,” you whispered before catching your breath and speaking these words with much more strength, “Stay with me. Just... just stay here. I need you here, especially if it’s the end.”

Without any other words, he clambered into the small space next to you, making it comfortable for the both of you as he wrapped his arms around you with such care you thought you could burst. You could see the affection in his eyes, and it gave you hope. Hope that maybe you would get to spend your last moments with someone who you loved, and maybe even loved you back.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” you wondered if he was friend-zoning you before he continued, “you’re my best friend, yet I can’t end this night without telling you that I love you.”

You looked up at him in wonder, “You love me? Like, actually love me?”, your grin and cheer in your voice heavily contrasting with your physical state.

All Sky could manage to say was, “Can I kiss you? Please? Even if it’s just for a moment... just right now.”

And so you did. The best you could do was reach up and place your lips over his. It was messy, quick, and probably not what Riven would call a real kiss, but it was you. The both of you, and it was your love in your situation, as you were dying and loving him at the same time.

You both fell asleep, alone in the greenhouse, alone in your last moments. You could only hope your friends would forgive you for leaving them so soon, when they got back to the school and realized you would be gone. You could only hope Sky would forgive you for giving him so little time. You could only hope to forgive yourself for your selfish and selfless desire to be wrapped up in the arms of your love in the cold, damp night. 

At least it felt right as you drifted off, at peace with the pain tearing through your chest, and at peace that the search party beyond the barrier has run out of time. You were okay, and you were ready.

That is, until you woke up the next morning, with Sky smiling down at you, telling you that you were going to be okay, and kissing you with the fervour of a man who had almost lost his love. You would live, and you had Sky, and everything would be alright, in the End.

[imkylotrash]

Wary Hearts

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

Request: Harvey and Dowling finds out Saul is dating a student and worries about the dynamic in the relationship. So does reader’s friends (OC characters). So, they all decide to follow them hidden by magic but as they watch Saul and reader, they can’t help but be proven wrong. Anonymous

A/N There were a lot of details in the request so I shortened the summary down so as not to give everything away. I hope it’s what you had in mind, my darling anon 💛 Also, I just want to make a disclaimer because I haven’t done that in a while. The reader will always be of age in the fics involving Saul (or any older characters) and the teacher/student relationship is purely fiction 💛

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Perhaps if you were more alert, you’d notice the two people following you to the East Wing where you know Saul is waiting for you. There’s really no excuse for you considering you’re a mind fairy and can literally feel their feelings. You’re too caught up with getting to your destination though to notice them. Your powers are focused on reaching out and sensing Saul’s mind. Nothing offers you peace the way he does. 

If you were more alert, you might notice the group of fairies watching from a distance as you go to hug Saul but Kiera has used her light magic to hide them from being seen. Both you and Saul remain oblivion to the many people watching your secret date unfold. Farah and Harvey watching worried about the dynamic between a teacher and a student and whether it’s actually real or perhaps a relationship created to benefit one part without the other part knowing. In short, they’re worried about their friend. The scandal of dating a student will be bad enough but what if this was all for show. What if you truly didn’t care for him but instead thought this would be a good way to ensure passing your graduation. Dowling didn’t want to think like that but she couldn’t help herself. Saul was one of her oldest friends and she wanted to make sure he wasn’t about to make a mistake. 

In the other corner, Kiera, Adelaide and Max stood watching for any signs that it was the other way around. They worried that Saul might take advantage of you. Even if you were old enough to make your own decisions, it could still be hard to say no when an older man approached you. They needed to see your relationship first hand to check if they needed to intervene. 

Perhaps you would’ve noticed them spotting each other and having a whisper battle as to what they were both doing spying on the two of you. But you were caught up in your conversation with Saul and didn’t notice the world around you. He was talking about a hunt he’d done once going after a Burned One and while you hated knowing the danger he’d put himself in, you really enjoyed listening to his stories. He had this passion in his eyes when he spoke of hunts and missions that you just loved. The exact same way, he loved seeing the spark in your eyes when you got to talking about Earth music. You could talk for hours and only cover the greatest hits of the 90′s. Both of you didn’t really care much for the topics but seeing each other light up with passion meant everything. 

“So, I run after Karan yelling for him to stop. But he’s not listening and he almost runs right into the Burned One. I had to drag him back and the Burned One missed him by inches.” Absentmindedly, Saul is playing with the rings on your fingers spinning them around. It’s a habit he’s picked up when he has nothing to occupy his hands with. He feels foreign without a sword in his hand like a fish out of water so you don’t have the heart to move your hands. Besides, you love having him touch you. 

“What happened then?” you ask instead of listening in on the conversation happening not even 20 feet away. The two groups agree to an alliance both watching over you to make sure you’re both happy. 

“I saved his life. Killed the Burned One,” Saul smirks acting all tough before adding: “I did have the help of five other specialists, but the details aren’t that important.” 

“Of course,” you agree with a laugh. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you as he pulls out sandwiches that he definitely didn’t make himself. 

“It’s not much but I didn’t really have much warning for this impromptu date, did I?” he teases. You’ve been studying like crazy for the exams and you haven’t been able to settle on dates before the actual date. Today, you’d texted him twenty minutes before the date to let him know that you were going to be there. He’d been more than patient with your school work and you had a suspicion that he actually found it to be a little of a turn on just how serious you took school. There’d been times where the tables had been turned and he had been the one not being able to commit due to meetings and missions. There was a mutual respect for each other’s careers that you really appreciated. You wanted to be able to make your own decisions in life and not worry that he felt threatened by your success or like you had to take a backseat so he could thrive. There was room for both of you and you loved him for that. 

“I think it’s perfect,” you say digging into the sandwiches. You spend the evening enjoying each other exchanging kisses every once in a while and never letting go of each other. Either you have your hand on his thigh or he intertwines his fingers with yours. It’s very obvious that your love language is physical touch. 

“I finished that book you gave me,” you inform him with a smile. He raises his eyebrows in surprise. 

“I gave it to you a week ago.” You shrug your shoulders thinking back to have you speed-read the book to make sure you had time next to your studies. 

“Well, you did promise me something for when I finished it.” You crawl into his lap and kiss the spot right below his ear. You never would’ve done this if you knew that your best friends as well as your teachers were watching, but it’s what they need to see to realise just how madly in love the two of you are. 

“I really missed you this week,” you admit continuing your trail of kisses down his jawline and then passing over his lips. 

“If this is the way you greet me after a week, we’ll have to do this more often.” You chuckle kissing him once more. 

“They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder.” You’re carefully unbuttoning his shirt which seems to be your audience’s cue to leave and quickly. None of them want to see what transpires next. They don’t stay long enough to hear the “I love you’s” said afterwards but seeing the two of you together so naturally and intimate says it all. You really are just two people who fell madly in love with each other. 

You don’t hear the discussion once they’re out of earshot regarding what they just witnessed. You don’t hear them admitting that they were definitely wrong to worry something indecent was going on. When they part that night, they’ve all agreed to keep their mouths shut. No one will speak of this until you and Saul decide it’s time to share the news. And when you finally do share it with them, they all act surprised and happy for the two of you. It’s not necessary to say out loud that they’ll never ever admit to their wary hearts when they first found out about you and the worries they had. All they say is congratulations because their best friends are finally happy. They can’t ask for more. 

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Okay I'm writing in a chapter for oleander right now, and I'm really trying to channel that inner Daenerys for Odette cuz she's about to go off. But how threatening is too threatening? At what point does threatening someone get to be too much for Daenerys? Plus the dragons aren't even involved yet so there's that

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For those of you follow oleander's progress, I've finished season one and we're up to 13 chapters!

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Odette (Emilia Clarke) didn't mean to start that fire. But burning down that building lead her to an entirely new world and the man she'd dreamt of for years.

Saul (Robert James-Collier) was just a specialist. He wasn't destined for glory. But a hunting trip gone wrong put him on the fast track to kingship.

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Well if anyone is following this for my oleander fic (not likely), y'all are going to hate me for the chapters 2.5-2.7.