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[rivensdefenseattorney]

The Girls' Hair (Part 2)

Stella

As a royal, Stella isn't allowed to have any distracting accessories in her hair, and always has to an elegant and neat appearance. She's constantly trying to push the limits of the rules by styling her hair in a way that suits whatever outfit she's wearing. She takes a lot of pride in maintaining the health and appearance of her hair.

Flora

Flora naturally incorporates ribbons and flowers that reminds her of the time she used to spend playing with her sister in the forests of Linphea. She often braids her hair due to how much time she spends hiking in the wilderness, or working within a lab, so she enjoys be have a little fun while doing it.

Musa

After losing her mother, Musa has grown a resentment towards her long hair. She finds comfort in keeping it short, and always makes sure to cut it before it grows out too long.

Later on, after confronting and healing some of her trauma, she discovers a new appreciation for her long hair. Trying different styles as she grows it out again.

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[fandom-hyperfixation]

𝗗 𝗥 𝗘 𝗔 𝗠 𝗜 𝗡 𝗚

Summary: You had a dream but unfortunately there was a misunderstanding.

Characters: Valtor x Reader (she/her) / Bloom

Words: 1091

Warnings: Implied smut/Nsfw, some spice but nothing detailed. Cuddling with a friend. Secret relationship. Enemy to lovers. Kind of betrayal. (Please let me know if I should add anything)

A/n: Hey Ho. Well, this is only the second fandom for which I post fanfiction and I haven’t written for a while. And my native language is not English, so please forgive me for any mistakes and it was more of a spontaneous idea I had. Please just don’t expect a Jane Austen novel. (I'm not nervous, you are xD) Okay, I’ll stop talking now and just hope that at least one person will kind of enjoy this here. Have a great day/evening/night.

"Y/N! Hey, Y/N, wake up. You’re having a nightmare." The voice of bloom breaks through the wonderful dream you just had.

"Y/N, come on, please, you have to wake up, it’s all right, I’m here, it’s just a bad dream."

Confused, you slowely open your eyes but the second after you closed them again, blinded by the bright light of the lid lamp.

"Ugh," escapes your mouth while you press your face into the pillow.

"Y/N, finally! Everything is fine." Bloom’s deliberate calming words only add to your confusion. More carefully this time you turn your head to look at her.

The brightness lets small tears shimmer in your eyes, quickly you try to blink them away.

"What’s the matter?" you ask without really opening your mouth but Bloom understood you anyway.

She carefully puts a hand on your cheek, stroking a tear from your skin with her thumb. "Hey, don’t cry. Everything's okay, it was just a nightmare, don’t worry, Valtor’s not here."

Suddenly your eyes widen, "What? Valtor?" Your voice sounds nervous as you're pushing yourself up to sit, capturing her gaze with your own.

"Hey, I told you everything was okay. It was just a bad dream. You called Valtor’s name in your sleep, I can understand it, I often dream about him. But we’re with you, we protect each other, don’t worry."

The Guardian of the Dragon Flame moved closer to hug you. Still overwhelmed you let it happen, placing your head on her shoulder.

You can’t find the right words to get yourself out of this uncomfortable situation. And the only option you have is to play along and just agree.

You close your eyes, still not accustomed to the brightness and two more small tears roll over your cheeks, your chin and finally land on Bloom’s arm.

Your friend sighs, "Back a little, I can sleep next to you, maybe we’ll both dream better."

In your head you hear the laughing of the lord of evil. He's laughing at you for this situation. Gloatingly, teasingly.

You nod indecisively but at the same time shake your head to banish the magician from your thoughts, which rather ends in a strange circular movement.

The fairy lets you go and crawls behind you on the bed, patting on the mattress next to her and slowly you lie down.

With a snap, the light goes out. Bloom approaches you, wraps an arm around you before snuggling up to you.

You grab her hand to cross your fingers with hers.

"Try to sleep a bit more, I’m here now," she whispered.

Your heart is racing incessantly as you can do nothing but nod again, it has absolutely taken your breath away.

For the next few minutes it is quiet, you do not dare to move. Not until you are aware of the regular breath of the fairy. She fell asleep.

You sigh and are sure that your cheek must be red like a tomato from shame.

Your mind worked at full speed to realize and process the things that have just happened. You must summon all self-control to avoid giggling. At the same time, however, you feel your guilty conscience eating through your body, burying cell by cell.

Your friends were always there for you, they helped you every second without asking questions, they trusted you blindly, just like you trusted them. They made every effort to protect and support you.

You all had nightmares about all the things you had to go through and survive. But since Valtor came into your lives, everything has gotten worse. Hardly anyone can sleep for a whole night. Hardly anyone can dream of anything beautiful.

Hardly anyone can feel something like true joy.

But while all your friends were plagued with nightmares and are not allowed to have a careless second because of the dark wizard, he is the reason that you can sleep well. That you still feel something like satisfaction or happiness and can forget all that terrible things for a moment.

It was pure irony.

While they all suffered because of the wizard, every night you dream of his hands gliding over your entire body when you sneaked out of Alfea to meet him in the cloud tower again. How his lips invade every spot of your body, leading you into another dimension. How his rough voice sounds musically in your ears when he groans your name or tells you how perfect you are for him. How his hot breath flits over your skin when you lie in front of him on the desk. How he makes you feel as good as no other has done before.

What was your dream, was their nightmare.

What became your joy, became their sadness.

What deprived them of all their powers was what made you feel more alive than ever.

Valtor was their curse, but he was your blessing.

The more you thought about it, the more your mind became weary. And as soon as your eyes closed, you were back at the sport you were before Bloom woke you up.

In a storeroom in the cloud tower, without clothes, while the magician knelt in front of you, throwing your head back in pleasure.

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In the cloud tower, Valtor laughed deeply as he turned his gaze away from the sphere through which he had observed you and your friend.

He could hardly wait to make you blush with the events of today and evoke your shy side the next time you would come to him, your enemy, to wind under him in passion.

He had taken off his coat and pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. Sitting in the big desk chair he turned in a semicircle. He looked through the large windows of Miss Griffin’s office into the dark night. Then he leaned back, closing his eyes as well before mentally diving into the same memories you are exploring.

This little fairy had fallen for him, just like he had fallen for her.

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[griffinswitch]

I’m sharing a snippet of my “Heartbreak Anniversary” rewrite. I’ve also changed the title to “The End of Beginning” because it just felt more suitable to the story. I’ve split it into three chapters, and this is from the first chapter. Just a side note, the highlighted “her” in purple is Griffin and the italicised paragraphs are flashbacks. Here’s what I’ve conjured up so far:

...the reverberation of the ghostly past clouded Faragonda’s thoughts. Her vision muddled, finding herself back on the battlefield on the planet of Domino. No fauna. No flora. The evergreens dissipated into infertile drylands. The blue ocean evaporated into the depressive sinkhole of nothingness. All native species slowly evanesced in thin air. Ashes rained from the sky, metamorphosing into brittle snowflakes, cementing in the ground. The land relinquished to the blasphemous spell, bolting the once vibrant realm into the deserted vacancy of inhabitability. The displacement of life and death reversed the victorious wins of the remaining living members of the Company of Light into grieving losses. A life for a life. A fortuitous exchange of consequences. The entirety of Domino, from the Royal Family, its people and its home had vanquished alongside the Ancestral Witches and the monsters they summoned. And underneath the barren pandemonium, Faragonda lay helplessly in everything in between in her own pool of blood. From the treacherous rubbles to the lifeless bodies that circumambient her obsolescent vessel, she was hardly breathing. Barely moving. Scarcely living. Sheathed in a cornucopia of severe injuries. She had taken a hard beating from the Wizards of The Black Circle. A redundant echo of faint screams of Faragonda's name claimed the desolate wasteland. A familiar figure rushed towards her. Muffled cries clenched her pulsating rage in a fist. Trapping it in a cage. Green energy beams radiated from her frail palms. Ready to unleash her fury after seeing Faragonda’s state. Her anger surrendered in defeat. Anguished tears streamed down her face, falling to her knees, next to the moribund fairy. Her voice wavered in fear trying to cast a healing incantation, but the weight of her exhaustion overpowered it. Not even Palladium, Rhodos or Alyssa’s spells were of help. Faragonda wearily held her hand, gripping her close to the fairy’s heart like she was her lifeline, reassuring the witch. “Don’t do this to me, Faragonda!” Her tearful words tried to hammer a promise out of the fairy. And as the fairy blinked twice, she did not wake for a third in Domino. The sound of glasses clinking aloud snatched Faragonda's attention back to the present. Her fingers soaked the lachrymose memory that nostalgia pulled out of the archives from her face.

It's still a work in progress, but feel free to share your thoughts with me. :)

[gins-potter]

The Beckoning of Shadows - Chapter Twenty-Four

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“She’s in there?” Darcy asked curiously, and the phantom finally looked away from her own reflection, glancing over to where the Trix were watching her.

Let me out! Bloom screamed soundlessly at the phantom, once again banging nonexistent hands against the walls of her mind that held her.

The phantom curled Bloom’s lips up into a wicked smile and stalked closer, enjoying the way the witches stiffened.

Let me out!  Let me out!  Let me out!

“Oh, she certainly is.  You should hear the way she screams.”

Bloom could only hiss her anger this time and the phantom giggled, covering her mouth with a sooty hand.

“Bloom is supposed to be ours,” Icy said furiously, turning glittering eyes on Darkar.  “It was bad enough that you didn’t tell us about this part of the plan, but now you let this thing torment what is supposed to be ours-!”

“Enough,” Darkar snapped, and the air grew colder as Icy clenched her fists.  Sephiron, the paladin who had posed as Avalon, shifted but didn’t intervene.  Darkar rose from his throne and held out a hand for the phantom to take, nodding in approval as he scanned her from top to bottom.  “Just a small token of appreciation for coming to hear me out, and I must say it suits you, my dear.”

Stormy pretended to gag in the background.

Darkar ignored her, settling those burning eyes on the phantom.  “Have you given any thought to my proposition?”

Because as the occupants of Shadowhaunt had quickly realised upon the phantom’s arrival, they might have created her, but they had no idea how to control her.

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Warning: This story is mainly smut.

Summary: Threats to Magix have been appearing more and more frequently, leaving Flora and Helia with less time to spend together. While home alone Flora gets worked up but luckily, the dark haired male returns to solve her problem-- if she tells him what she needs.

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With his thumb, he rubbed small circles on them causing her to let out a relaxed sigh. His hands travelled down her arms and sides and stopped on her thighs. "W-what are you doing?" she asked as her breath hitched.

A small smirk spread on face. "Oh nothing"

His hands moved to her inner thighs and upwards, slowly inching closer and closer to where she desperately needed him. His touch made her whimper and yearn for more, pleasing the dark haired male.

"You know..." his hands moved further up her thighs. "If there's something you want, you can tell me"

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summary: They could have ruled the whole universe. It could have been them. They could have had it all if there hadn't been these persistent fairies. - A rewrite from Winx Club season 1 to 3 mostly from the Trix' pov. 

Main ships Icy/Sky and Darcy/Riven. (There might also be some fairy povs - especially from Bloom, Stella (def brella!), and Musa - Don't know how brutal/sexy it will get so I chose T. But I might change it at some point)

As always, thanks to my editor @rustboroed 

[summerfrwrks]

looking for beta-reader!!

who is also open to editing (specifically grammar/tenses and punctuation) i post on: archive of our own (you can see my works here <33) my timezone: (GMT+8)

i'm currently branching my fanfic writing to my other fandoms:

the dragon prince (soren-centric atm, might do a sorvus fic in the future)

winx club (i have a HEAVY reboot planned, lots of personal changes and i might end up making it more elaborate than i initially planned)

disney's encanto (i'm planning on getting back to it, doloriano fics)

i'm open to talk about it through dms or discord if you guys prefer :3

thank you for your time <33

[charmixpower]

Drawing page of my Winxsona and all of his forms and outfits!! And the pixie from the comics who has the best little outfit with guest appearances from my friend's sonas!!

Credit to @adorkastock for all of the poses!! And thank you for making all of those references!! ❤️

[ghostiewriter]

summary: Riven is the last person Musa expects to show up at her doorstep, bloody and injured and in desperate need for help. Or, day seven of ghostie's spooktober spectacular.

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Musa never really thought she would understand, let alone experience, the horrors of war before she turned twenty. 

But there were also a lot of things she had never considered. 

She didn’t think she would ever be able to handle large groups of people without going insane. She didn’t think she would ever find a group of people who would understand her powers and the control she had over them, let alone be able to call them her friends. And she didn’t ever think there would be a time where she would consider her powers more so a gift than a burden.

And now her powers seemed to play a vital part in a war she didn’t fully understand. A war that started long before she was born, that she feared would continue on after she died. A war that nobody should fight in, let alone children who didn’t think they would have to face anything this goddamn terrifying beyond missed assignments and strict teachers.

Musa knew that she could have returned back to Melody. She could have returned home and stayed with her father in what could be their last few months of normality before the war reached other realms, before the war corrupted everything they knew and loved. 

But she didn’t because she couldn’t. 

She couldn’t turn her back when she knew she could help, when she knew that her friends would be fighting for the same cause she believes in. 

The return of Rosalind had fucked a lot of things up for the Winx girls. They had very few people they could trust, even fewer people who could actually help them out and it was truly a miracle they had managed to escape Alfea considering the stronghold it had become as the war rose. 

They knew it would be best for them to split up, to hide between the remaining realms and to gain the supporters they needed to have a fighting chance against Rosalind and her army. They had limited contact with each other, not wanting to risk being found or caught. 

It was too much. God, it was far too fucking much but they didn’t have any choice when they were the otherworld’s only hope. 

Deeming it far too risky for Sky or Bloom to show their faces, Musa had taken the decision to hide away in the depths of Eraklyon’s woods, travelling between different cities and towns in hopes of gaining allies. 

It had been over three weeks since she had spoken to the others, over three weeks of no contact and no idea how her friends were doing. She didn’t know if they were alive or well or if they had even made any progress in their mission. 

But she just had to have faith they were okay, just like they had to have faith she was okay. 

Maybe it was the weeks of seclusion, isolation and no real human interaction beyond late nights in dodgy taverns and creepy, hidden settlements. 

Maybe it was her own comfort in being alone for most of her time and letting her guard down. 

Maybe it was the fact she was halfway through her dinner and the knock on the door was certainly not something she expected.

Musa reached for the dagger hidden under the couch pillow to her right, gripping the handle of the weapon with a familiar hold. She kept her eyes on the door, slow and precise steps making her way through the small cabin as she ran through her mind on the handful of people who knew where she was. 

Her mind came up blank with who could be behind the door. 

Her purple eyes shone through the dimly lit cabin, tendrils reaching out for any emotion she could feel beyond the wooden door. And all she could feel was a strong, suffocating and bitter feeling of agonising pain. 

When she ripped the door open, dagger still in hand and ready to use, she was not expecting to see Riven standing on the other side. 

She also didn’t expect to see him practically slumped against the side of the door, arms clinging on to his shredded torso and his face looking paler than any person’s should be. He looked exhausted, there was blood soaking his clothes and she wondered how close to blood loss fatigue he was. 

“I didn’t know where else to go.” 

Musa had seconds before his body slumped towards her, forcing her to drop the weapon and catch his sagging body before he landed on the floor. It was awkward and difficult as she manoeuvred them through the small cabin, her dinner forgotten on the table and her focus on the bleeding boy in her arms.

She had him on the bed, wasting no time in removing the rest of his ruined armour so his bare torso was on display. Her eyes widened at the sight of his wounds, deep and wide and still fucking beleeding. 

Musa rushed to the bathroom, returning with a bowl of water and the shitty first aid kit she had hidden under the bathroom counter. She made quick move of cleaning the wounds, trying to keep as much pressure on them as she could but Riven wouldn’t stop wriggling.

“It’s going to be okay,” she told him, words fast-paced and slightly breathless. “Just…stay with me, okay?” 

“Fuck!” Riven hissed, something mixed like a whimper and a cry. “I-I…shit, it’s too…too…too much.” 

“Just stay with me,” Musa repeated, gripping his hand and letting the tendrils of her powers reach out to him. She didn’t falter when his cries died down to soft whimpers, his body fell slack against the bed and his eyes closed as the exhaustion hit.

Musa bit her own tongue, trying to focus on the open wound that desperately needed her care instead of the pain racking through her, every inch of her body on fire. Her eyes welled up and her brain felt it was going to burst, but she didn’t stop. 

She couldn’t stop.

Musa was slumped against the bed, head leaning back and her eyes falling shut by the time she had finished patching him up. Yet, even in her own exhaustion and desire to sleep until the sun rose once again, she couldn’t get rid of the lingering voice in the back of her head on how Riven found her. 

And why he even trusted her to show up at her doorstep. 

There was no secret that Rosalind sunk her claws in the boy’s mind before they left Alfea, despite how hard Sky fought to get his best friend back. He became a shell of the person he was, a robot under Rosalind’s control. Even his mind was blank and lacked any real emotion when she tried to break through. 

But it was different now. 

His mind and emotions were loud and raging and erratic as they had once been before. He was like the Riven before, the one she meant at the specialist training ground months ago. But there was something else, a lingering fear with a stench so strong that even when he was fast asleep, it was still there. 

As she turned her head to look at the boy fast asleep on the bed, chest moving with slow and deep breaths, she knew two things for sure: Riven was back to the way he once was and he had purposefully sought her out. 

And yet, she couldn’t help wonder why the fuck he was in Eraklyon and if it was the same reason he showed up at the brink of death. 

Musa sighed as she leaned her head back, brown eyes focused on the wooden ceiling above her. She knew she wouldn’t get any answers until he was awake. 

So she sat there, confused and tired and unsure what other mysteries this war would throw at her.

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[rivensdefenseattorney]

The Girls' Hair (Part 1)

Decided to post something a bit different because I've been thinking about it a lot. I have the vision of all the girls in my head, that I hope to get commissioned one day, but for now I'll just post bits and pieces here.

One thing I've really liked thinking about was the girls' hair because I think hair can tell a lot about who a person is, and that it often changes as they do.

Aisha

To preface, I love Aisha/Layla's hair in the OG series, but I just have a special affinity for locs, and then I saw The Little Mermaid last year, so it basically secured my vision.

Anyways, I imagine Aisha with long locs, since she's been growing them since she was a child. Throughout the years she's experimented with different styles and such, but she mainly keeps her styling to a minimum since she's very active. She enjoys sewing shells and beads from Andros into them, so she can always have a little bit of home with her.

Bloom

I imagine Bloom having more curly/wavy hair. She goes through the phase of thinking she needs to straighten it like many do, but ultimately realizing it's fine to embrace it. She fluctuates between occasionally straightening out her hair and wearing it naturally. Hair is also a comfort/shield for Bloom, so she likes to keep it long. However, sometimes she cuts bangs and layers, so she feels like she's trying a new hairstyle. More often than not, she keeps it simple.

Tecna

In the beginning I imagine Tecna keeping her hair very neat and clean. The cuts are angled, blunt, and precise. She rarely lets her hair grow past her shoulders because she doesn't want to spend time brushing through and styling long hair. She's not afraid of cutting her hair if at any point she doesn't feel like dealing with it. She often shaves the sides and/or underside, so there's less to maintain.

Later on, Tecna grows more comfortable with having "messier" hair, and comes to view her hair as another outlet to express herself. She starts to just have fun with it, letting her friends give her all kinds of cuts, patterns, and lengths.

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[cloudk1ll3r]

soo... I moved overseas so I've been dead but I'm back for people who want winx club villain content 💀

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My asks are open btw, I'd love if you could send me stuff, maybe give me ideas for one shots. I mainly write darcy and the villains though.

[griffinswitch]

After 3 years of being on hiatus (if I can even call it that), I’ve decided to return to my writing, despite only having published one fanfic from the Winx Club series lmao. I had written two more before and left them unfinished but I’m back at it.

Anyway, I’ve recently been reading the Winx comics and some fanfics that I’ve either read before or are new to me. Again anything with Griffin, I’ll read. Even more so if it’s a Griffin and Faragonda friendship/romance. Also anything with the Company of Light, I’ll also read.

I think the time before the Winx really fascinates me, especially the Company of Light era. There is so much material to explore, which I think is a HUGE missed opportunity from the writers of the show. Not to mention the countless plot holes that I, and several other fanfic writers, are trying to piece together in our own AU.

I’m currently rewriting ‘Heartbreak Anniversary’ and potentially changing its name to something more suitable. This follows 10 years before Season 1 and provides my own backstory of what went south between the two headmistresses of Cloud Tower and Alfea with flashbacks from the battle in Domino and when they were younger.

This leads to my second chapter, which I’m also writing, following the end of Season 1. To me, this is the time when they reconcile their friendship that gradually changes over time to lovers. (Though, they’ve always had something for each other in my verse)

The third chapter I'm writing follows Season 2, Episode 17 where Griffin teleports into Faragonda's office just to 'talk about strategy' *wink, wink*. After the three chapters, I’ll start piecing together my Company of Light AU. I’ve been writing notes of my head canons for each member, some of the winx’s parents, villains, planets/realms/dimensions, and the whole world building of it that I’ll share soon.

I guess I’m trying to fill in the holes the Winx writers left throughout the series, picking up clues to make sense of some of the characters and their storylines in my own alternate universe.

I’ll probably write some Griffin x Faragonda one-shots in the future but don’t quote me on that lol because I don't know when I'll get to it. I’m still finding my feet with my writing because my only background is poetry and it’s always been one of my passions. I’ve only ever written 3 fictions and a few magazine articles.

For now, I’m gathering facts about Griffin from the show, comics, and the enciclomagia. Feel free to exchange head canons with myself!

[calissarowan]

Tigers and Truces Sequel Announcement

Hello! As the title probably gave away, I’m making a sequel to my fic ‘Tigers and Truces’, set just after the Earth Fairies are freed, during episodes eighteen through twenty of season four.

The fic is called ‘Amazon and Allies’, and the premise is that the wizards are captured by Diana, and the Winx will have to stop Diana turning all of Earth into a jungle, which will lead to another team-up! Credit for the name goes to @devilheartsblog, who also came up with the idea of the wizards getting captured by Diana. Thank you so much for letting me use them!

The first chapter, ‘Fairies, Fights and Forests’ is on fanfiction.net now, and I’m writing the other chapters and will post them soon.

[kawfalcon]

The first chapter of my new winx fic about Palladium and Avalon is up.

And it's another reminder that I actually don't like naming fics. I feel its hard to just come up with a name that fits, so ig that's why all the names to my fics aren't great. They're more just whatever comes to mind first.

[darlenicy]

At The Dungeons of Cloud Tower

- a driven ff

guess who's birthday it is? Happy Birthday to @evdizav !

summary: Season 1, episode 19. The Trix are taking over the magic Dimension starting with Cloud Tower. Riven doesn't agree with these plans and finds himself locked away in the dark dungeons of the castle. Darcy however hasn't fully given up on him yet…

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I might spoiler here a bit so please read the fic first and then return here if you like :)

I had the idea for this one already when I rewatched s1 earlier this year. Now I finally put myself together and wrote it. There will be another ff explaining the exact situation. As one can read in this version, it wasn't the Trix betraying him in the first place. It was Riven telling Icy that their plans would fail. And Icy is not the kind of girl who takes criticism easily. So she was: "Bye Riven, go to the dungeons and die there please" :)

[gins-potter]

The Beckoning of Shadows - Chapter Twenty

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“You’re capable of such great things, individually but also as a group, that sometimes I think we all forget how young you still are.” “So, what do we do?” Tecna asked. “It’s not what you have to do, it’s what I’m going to do.  I’m sending you all on vacation.” There was a beat of silence.  Whatever the girls had been expecting Faragonda to say, it hadn’t been that. “So, where are you sending us?” Bloom asked. “Requies, it is the ultimate vacation destination of the Magical Universe.  It’s a very small planet, the size of a very large resort really, which is basically all it is.  The natural magic of the land promotes rest, recovery, and relaxation.  Alfea has a close relationship with Requies as it’s not unusual for us to send third year fairies for respite if they experience academic burn out.  Your trip will include skiing, camping, and a wildlife experience.” Despite their reservations, Faragonda was painting the image of a luxurious vacation, made even more appealing when she added that they would be taking the school credit card to purchase anything they needed in the Requies retail sector. “I don’t want you to worry about magic at all.  In fact…” Faragonda hesitated, as if predicting what she was about to say would not go down well. Bloom stared at her hard.  “What?” Faragonda met her gaze unflinchingly.  “In fact, you won’t have access to your magic at all.” “What?!” the girls exploded, bursting at once into chatter. Faragonda held up her hands.  “Requies has a magical suppression option for its guests and I thought a week with no magic might be beneficial.  It is not like when your magic is cut off as punishment at Alfea,” she continued when it looked like they were going to argue further.  “The Requiestrians have a very gentle touch, you’ll barely notice that you can’t access it.” “I thought we were supposed to be working on our convergence and earning our Charmix?” Bloom demanded. Her friends shifted uncomfortably at the intensity in her voice.  None of them were particularly pleased by the prospect of a week with no magic, but Bloom seemed truly unsettled by the idea. “Those things don’t come from your magic, Bloom,” Faragonda said gently.  “You earn your Charmix by looking within with honest eyes, while true convergence is attained by understanding the fairy next to you as well as you know yourself, if not more so.  You don’t need your magic for this, in fact it might even be getting in your way.” Bloom didn’t look comforted and opened her mouth to argue further when Flora touched her elbow gently.  She yanked it away and folded her arms around herself, looking away from everyone. Flora, trying not to look stung, said, “I’m sure Requies is perfectly safe, Miss Faragonda.  But what if Darkar or the Trix follow us there.  We wouldn’t be able to defend ourselves and the Requiestrians would be put in danger.” Faragonda smiled patiently.  “I would never send you somewhere defenceless, Flora.”  Her eyes lifted over their heads, gazing at the wall, as if she could see through the layers of wood and stone to the quad beyond.  A twinkle lit up her eyes.  “In fact, I think your security team has just arrived.”

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