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partiallypearl · 1 month
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I loved my friend. She went away from me. There’s nothing more to say. The poem ends, soft as it began,— I loved my friend.
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skloomdumpster · 5 months
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I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting.
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rivusa · 7 months
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I despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you
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goldiecastelia · 7 months
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Stella: *Half drunk* The truth is, I'm yours, all yours. Sorry I never said that soberly.
Beatrix: ... Say that again after two coffees and I'll be all yours.
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penflicks · 7 months
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Hello! Do you still accept Winx requests? If possible, can you write Stellatrix? Stella makes her loved ones think that she is dead. Maybe it's the result of an injury, I think Stella is not so bad to do it for no reason. She has been living very far away for some time, but she understands that she did wrong, wants to return, but does not know how to do it now. And Beatrix finds her and brings her home.
I didn't really stick to the prompt but this is what I could make my brain spit out. I hope you like it anyway.
"So this is where you're all hiding," Beatrix said as she walked through the portal and arrived at the tucked away house in the first world where the suite retreated to once they'd rescued Bloom.
"What are you doing here?" Stella hissed, glancing behind Beatrix to check she'd come alone.
"I wanted to find you, it's awfully lonely at school without my favourite trouble makers," Beatrix said to cover how much she'd missed seeing Stella. Her not-quite-girlfriend had been a ray of joy in her difficult life the last few months and without her everything seemed too difficult to bear. "Don't worry, it took me ages to track you down and I didn't tell anyone."
"Who told you? Was it Saul?" Stella asked.
"You told Saul but not me?" Beatrix stared at her in shock.
Stella bit her lip and looked away before she finally said,
"I wanted to tell you, really I did, but the others were weary of trusting you."
"Well I'm here now," Beatrix hoisted her back pack higher on her shoulder. "Will I need a tent or are you going to let me sleep in the house?"
"Come in, you can put your stuff in my room." Stella took her hand and pulled her into the house the suite had made their home.
Beatrix was a little disappointed at how homely it all seemed, they all looked so settled and her plan of convincing them to come back to Alfea with her was looking less and less likely to work. It was worth a try anyway, so when they reached the privacy of Stella's room Beatrix pulled her into a kiss.
Stella moaned against her mouth and Beatrix's heart fluttered that she might have convinced her. When they pulled back, Beatrix's lips still tingled from the kiss and Stella's face was radiant.
"I'm glad you're here, I have so much to show you." Stella twirled Beatrix around and Beatrix already knew she was going to end up moving in instead of bringing Stella home.
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widadsadki · 1 year
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“ You had me “
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leadingrebel · 1 year
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For @kira-7. Happy Christmas, hope you like the power couple that are our two best girls, it was a lot of fun to make!  🌟🌩️ 
Happy Fate Holiday Exchange!
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sklooms · 1 year
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alright, so Beatrix + Vigilante Shit? I swear that song was written for her lol
HER SONG!
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missvifdor · 1 year
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Beatrix Fanart
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Fanart inspired by Beatrix from book 1. With Teddy the bunny making an appearance.
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dragonknight205 · 8 months
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With Fate season 2’s anniversary coming up I really need motivation to hit me so I can finish editing this chapter
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partiallypearl · 2 months
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they raised a little hell when they raised a little redhead
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skloomdumpster · 1 year
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goldiecastelia · 8 months
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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*
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penflicks · 9 months
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Prompt: Skloom and Stellatrix accidentally or on purpose go on double date. Sibling rivalry ensues
"What do you mean we're kicked out the house?" Beatrix wailed pitifully, calculated to get Andreas to relent.
"I put my foot down and we're going to have a romantic night in so you two can't be here," Saul cut in before Andreas could change his mind.
The boyfriend was onto her, and she wasn't pleased at how quickly he was learning. If he worked her out much more she'd have to admit he was her second dad. It was entirely unreasonable of him. Even worse than him caring enough to learn her was that she was starting to like him.
"I get throwing Sky out, but I can be quiet up in my room with a soundproofing spell on!" Beatrix tried one last time.
"Hey!" Sky looked up from where he was undoubtedly already texting Bloom to arrange a date. He really didn't love Andreas as much as she did.
"Little Storm, you are going out because I'm going to fuck Saul against every flat surface of this house," Andreas broke the bad news gently. Beatrix gave him her most heartbroken look.
"Not in my room!" Sky looked up again alarmed.
"Or mine." Beatrix crossed her arms over her chest and sulked.
"Agreed. Now go out." Saul shooed them out of the house and closed the door firmly behind them.
"Thrown out of my own house!" Beatrix wailed and flopped down on the front step in mild overdramatic despair.
"Come on, Bloom and Stella have agreed to have a double date out bowling with us." Sky pulled Beatrix to her feet and threw her over his shoulder while she did her best impression of a corpse. "You'll have fun."
"I wont." Beatrix decided.
"You will if you win or Stella kisses you, now stop being dramatic." Skey deposited her on the backseat where she only just managed to pull her legs in in time for them not to get shut in the door.
"Don't want to," Beatrix pouted and pulled her seatbelt on as Sky got in the driver's seat.
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They met up with Stella who seemed surprised that Beatrix was in the backseat instead of the passenger's but opened the door anyway to help her girlfriend out as if she was an important dignitary and Stella her guard. Beatrix beamed.
"She acted like I was her taxi driver the whole way." Sky rolled his eyes and accepted a hug from Stella.
"You're not getting a tip with that attitude," Beatrix told him.
"I'm never explaining something to you again! Stella, Stella save me. She didn't know what a tip was yesterday and ever since she's been threatening not to tip me. That's not even an insult." Sky rested his head on Stella's shoulder while Stella patted his back grinning.
Beatrix dragged Sky off her girlfriend with a little growl and Stella used her ring to open a portal that would open near the closest bowling alley to Bloom's house.
As soon as the three of them stepped through Sky was tackled by an excitable Bloom. The two of them insisted on being so cute that Beatrix made a gagging noise and turned away. Before she could go anywhere Stella wrapped her arms around Beatrix's waist and pulled her back against her chest.
"Is my girl being a pest?" Stella whispered in her ear.
"I'm being very well behaved," Beatrix told her innocently. "Now what's so good about bowling?"
"Come on, let me show you." Stella kissed her cheek and led the way inside.
"You won't me to put on those?!" Beatrix exclaimed after Stella had paid and she was shown the shoes. Sky, the bastard, had turned up at the moment already filming her horror at the footwear. "This is a trick!"
"They're bowling shoes," Bloom explained trying not to giggle. She was failing. "It's to stop you scratching the floor which would mean the balls can't roll as well."
"This is the most evil idea for a date ever," Beatrix sulked but when everyone else had put on the shoes (and Sky had stopped filming) she did too. "Stella, please, glamour them. Just make them black instead of red and white," Beatrix whimpered pathetically. This whole afternoon was the worst she'd had since Rosalind had been killed and her magic returned. Even recovering with 14 stitches in her head had been better.
"Alright." Stella kissed her hair, pulled one of her bunches and turned their shoes black with a flick of her wrist.
"We'll get hotdogs and loaded fries and slushies after the first game," Bloom promised as she walked up to the screen to set their game up.
"I might not last that long, I've got a big appetite." Sky chucked his jacket down and went to examine the bowling balls. "You probably want to use one of these ones, Beatrix, they're the lightest."
"I'm strong!" Beatrix hissed like a fluffed kitten. She knew she'd done it because Stella was desperately trying to hide a giggle. "Wait, what's a slushie?"
"I'll get us some, you're getting blue raspberry, Beatrix, welcome to artificial flavourings - what the first world does best!" Sky darted off to join a small line as what looked like a brightly lit and brightly coloured bar.
"I'd better put him last in the turn order then," Bloom said watching him. "Do we want barriers up? It's been a while since I last played but I think my aim was pretty good."
"I have great aim," Beatrix asserted.
"Beatrix hasn't played before, and I am not getting 5 gutterballs like the last time I played. Put them up," Stella decreed.
Beatrix quickly discovered a few things about bowling, firstly that hotdogs, loaded fries and slushies were the best thing she'd ever tasted. It was so much better than what she'd grown up eating, because Andreas could cook -he'd had to learn how isolated as they were away from the world - but they never had junk food delivered. She was in heaven! It was like when she'd had a burger for the first time at Alfea and her delight at it filled her with love for everyone in the room. Then Sky had entered the cafeteria and she'd returned to normal.
The second thing she'd learnt, is that the balls were a lot heavier than they looked, Sky was very good at this game and Beatrix wanted to grind him into the dust with her victory. She also wanted to sneak a bowling ball out the building to use as a missile should Rosalind or any other nasty return from the dead or whatever pit they'd been tossed in.
The third thing was that the only thing better than getting a strike was Stella getting a strike because her firmly prim and proper girlfriend got goofy over the success. She would rush to Beatrix and kiss her in a way that made Beatrix feel like the other person who mattered.
Beatrix flopped back on the strange plastic sofas and sighed happily. Sky leaned over and booped her on the nose, but Beatrix was too comfortable to even threaten him over it.
"Bloom wants another game, and then we're all going on the arcade machines," Sky said. "I've texted Saul to make sure they'll be done by then."
"What'd they say?" Beatrix asked.
"They want to know we haven't killed each other, oh and Andreas says there's no curfew, find something else to do instead of coming back until late." Sky rolled his eyes.
"Tell them I've buried you in a shallow grave and timing how long it takes you to get out," Beatrix yawned.
Sky shorted and sent the text.
Beatrix's turn came around again and her phone rang, she frowned at it. Calling was not allo- oh it was Andreas. She should answer that.
"You normally text," Beatrix said as she answered the phone.
"Tell me you aren't burying Sky alive," Andreas grunted out. "I love you Little Storm, but if I have to come out there and dig him up you're grounded for a year."
"Oh no he was definitely dead when I buried him." Beatrix selected her ball, aimed and took her shot.
Saul squawked in horror at Beatrix's words and there was the sound of Sky's phone ringing. Beatrix shorted.
"Please play nice," Andreas said tiredly.
"Don't shag yourself to death, old man," Beatrix replied, then after a moment. "Love you too."
She hung up and turned to where Sky was promising Saul that yes he was alive, no he hadn't been buried and that yes he was having a good time." He didn't say 'love you' as he hung up because men are idiots and those two especially.
"Are you and Saul good now?" Bloom asked gently.
"Yeah, we're...finding a new normal. He's stopped staring out the kitchen window as if waiting for Andreas to return now too which is nice." Sky sniffed and looked away. "I think his heart's mending and I might finally have a proper place in it."
"Urgh, you're so dramatic!" Beatrix took the second part of her turn. A spare! "Go read his diary. He literally never shuts up about how much he loves you and how proud of you he is."
"He does?" Sky asked. "Wait you've read it?!"
"Yeah? I've read yours, Bloom's, Terra's - didn't understand most of it, too many plant things - and I'd have read Stella's too but I don't think she has one."
"You little," Bloom hissed. Her eyes sparked for a second went out and then she stood up. "That's it. You're going down." Bloom picked up a bowling ball and took her shot.
Beatrix grinned and snuggled against her long-suffering girlfriend.
"You are being a pest," Stella said fondly.
"Possibly, yes." Beatrix grinned. "I was badly socialised as a child."
"Your dad is Andreas, you never stood a chance." Stella dropped a kiss on Beatrix's lips. "Next week we're going to a family dinner and your job is to find uncle Arthur's diary. I've been dying to know what's in it since I was six."
"Easy," Beatrix smirked.
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djino04 · 1 year
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Drawing book
POV Andreas
I miss the days when Beatrix didn't know about shopping malls. Since Stella took her shopping in town two months ago, my daughter has been asking to go almost every weekend. I've made excuses for why we haven't gone the last three weeks, but this time I couldn't think of any. And that's how I ended up spending the day in girl's clothing stores. I hope she knows I'm doing this for her...
The worst part of it all is that I couldn't get Saul to go with me. He laughed in my face when I told him it would be a good way for him to bond with Beatrix. Apparently, he'll do almost anything for that, but a shopping day is out of the question. Sky, of course, didn't want to come either and is staying with Riven doing who knows what in Alfea. Or maybe he's with Bloom, and I want to think even less about what they can do together.
But it's over now, I walked Beatrix and all her bags to her room. She couldn't wait to show them to the other girls. It's nice to see that she is finally starting to find friends, even though she denies it every time the subject comes up. 
So I'm on my way home with just one small bag. It's a gift for Saul and I hope he enjoys it. When I saw this drawing book in the window, I immediately thought of him. He loved to draw when we were younger and it kept him busy during our brief respite. I haven't seen him do it since we got back together but maybe he just hasn't had the time. The last few months have been hectic. 
When I walk into the apartments, he's sitting at the living room table, papers in front of him but he's not drawing, he's grading papers. This is one of the things I hate about being a teacher. Fortunately for us, we teach mostly classes that don't involve spending hours trying to proofread students' illegible handwriting in order to grade them. 
Saul looks up at me as I approach and we exchange a kiss. And he asks me: 
"So, did you have a good day?"
I collapse into the chair next to him: 
"Let's not talk about this anymore. The next time she wants to do this, I'll ask Farah to go with her. She should like that, right?"
Saul begins to laugh softly: 
"You really think Farah will like it if she spends all day following your daughter around the stores?"
I sigh, resigned: 
"No, I guess not."
I can't wait any longer so I bend down to retrieve the bag and hand it to him. He takes it with a questioning look: 
"What is it?"
"Open it and you'll see."
I try to remain nonchalant as he opens the bag and pulls out the drawing book but my heart beats slightly faster. We haven't really exchanged gifts since I got back and I'm not even sure if he really likes this gift. Yet he stands still in front of it as if he can't figure out what it is. I then feel the need to clarify: 
"It's a drawing book."
I almost expect him to respond with something like, "You really think I don't know what this is?" or something similar. But instead, he looks at me with eyes full of emotion: 
"You know I haven't drawn since... since Aster Dell?"
I understand the "since you died" that is implied. So I reach out my hand to open the drawing book to the first page and answer him: 
"I'm here now, it's the perfect time to start over, isn't it?"
I understand day by day the damage my death has caused Saul, just as he is learning about my wounds caused by Rosalind. But day by day, we move forward together on the road to healing.
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theyhaveacavetroll · 1 year
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After it's revealed that the dragon flame can be given to others via the crystal, Bloom puts her foot down. She needs a break, so a timeshare situation is set up. Currently Andreas has the dragon flame
"No, don't flail!" Bloom laughs, and Andreas glares.
"This is impossible," he says, shaking one hand, and Bloom continues giggling.
"It's not impossible, it's just maybe not your thing," Saul says from behind his husband. He comes up behind Andreas, kisses his temple, and then looks to Bloom.
"It's all very well and funny but if we remember the reason you wanted a timeshare in the first place -" he reminds gently. Bloom scrunches up her face.
"Alright," she concedes. "Andreas, just - just think about pouring the power into the crystal, ok?"
Andreas frowns.
"I can figure it out," he protests. He stops flailing, and concentrates. With a "pop" the fire goes out, and he grins. "There," he says, satisfied. He concentrates again, and the flame returns to his hand.
"Trust you to get it faster than I did," Bloom mutters, and Beatrix bumps her shoulder comfortingly.
"He taught me to use mine, after all," she says, and Bloom frowns.
"Yeah, how did he do that?" she asks, and Andreas smiles.
"You think Farah and Ben ever shut up about how magic works?" he asks.
"He's a massive nerd," Saul answers at the same time, putting his arms around Andreas's waist. "If you've got the hang of that, put it out for a minute. The pizza's here."
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