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supercap2319 · 14 days

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Y/N sighed in relief. The Ogre and its ghouls were gone. For how long? Y/N couldn't say, but for now, they were gone. He glanced to his right as Stella's brightly colored wings disappeared. "He was getting on my bloody nervous." She said.

The Hunter Troll was taken care of, too. It was in a giant chasm in the ground thanks to four young men wearing armor and weapons at their backs. They appeared to be Y/N's and his sister Bloom's age, but probably a little bit older if he had to guess. He locked eyes with one of them with gorgeous blue eyes as Stella started to introduce said blue eyes and his friends.

"Bloom? Y/N? These are the specialists from Alfea I was talking about." Stella said.

"How's it going?"

"How are you doing?"

"Hi."

"Hey."

"Meet Riven." Stella indicated to a young man with light brown hair and blue-ish green eyes. He had a mischievous smile, and Y/N could tell right away that this guy was a troublemaker.

"Brandon." She indicated to the tallest male of the group. He flashed Stella a smile. "How's it going, Princess?" From his tone and Stella's body language, it was obvious that that they had the hots for each other.

She moved on to the next guy. "Timmy." The young man with reddish brown hair and blue eyes smiled at Y/N and Bloom, giving the twins a friendly wave and shy smile in the process.

The final one was the one who Y/N locked eyes with. The one whose hair was a golden coiffed peak of a helmet. He was cute and definitely had that heroic vibe you see in movies and TV shows. The summer tan and muscular muscles underneath his shirt were a good indication that this cute guy definitely didn't miss a workout in his life.

"The blonde one is Prince Sky of Eraklyon."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Wait, he's a prince? Where's his crown?" Y/N blurted out.

Bloom blushed with embarrassment in front of the cute guys, who smirked and laughed at Y/N's question. Sky turned to him with a smirk, showing a row of perfect teeth. God, Y/N hated him already. "I left it at home in my giant castle."

"You have a castle, too?"

"Nah, I'm just fucking with ya, mate." Sky smirked.

"Ass." Y/N smiled. "Who knew you had jokes, Blue eyes."

Sky chuckled. "I have a name, you know."

"Don't care. Blue eyes suits you." Y/N smiled.

Brandon cleared his throat. "I hate to break up the flirting, but we gotta get this guy back to Silva." He pointed towards the Hunter Troll.

"Right. Specialists? Let's move." Sky said in his most commander voice he could.

They cuffed the troll and opened a portal and sent the creature through, as they all said their goodbyes one by one. Sky turns to Y/N and smirks. "I sure hope I'll see you at Alfea."

"You can count on it, Prince Sky." Y/N smiled.

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Saul Silva x reader - just hold me

Hi,Thank you so much for all your stories :)Is it possible for you to write something with Saul who is hurt by Rosalind and his reader wife who takes care of him afterwards, please? - Anon💜

The past few months had been absolute hell not only for you but for Saul as well.

He was arrested, sat in a prison cell where you weren’t able to see him or talk to him to reassure him that everything would be okay, then he was on the run and he wasn’t able to contact you.

And when he finally did return to you, you thought things were beginning to go back to normal, beginning to look up.

But you notice how your husbands behaviour never changed, he kept his distance from you, and you didn’t see him much, he spoke to you sometimes but not often.

And you were worried about him.

So you decided to confront him about it, and you waited for him to come back so you could.

Sitting on the chair closest to the door, you half paid attention to whatever video was playing on your laptop as you kept an eye on the time.

He followed a routine, and if he kept that routine and if you were right, he should be walking through the door any second.

But the minute began to pass and there was no sign of him, and as if began ticking to nearly an hour later you started to grow worried.

Then the door opened.

“Hey.” You said.

“Sorry, I was busy with work, have you eaten if not we can order something.” He said.

You watched as he put his jacket away, setting his shoes next to yours beside the door as he made his way into the bedroom.

“(Y/N)?”

“Sorry, no. I’ve not had anything for dinner yet, do you want pizza or something else?”

“Pizza.”

You picked your food, and then handed the phone to him as he walked past so he could choose to whatever it was that he wanted.

You studied him carefully, your eyes changing colour as you used your magic to look at him carefully.

“Are you alright love?” You asked.

“Yes I’m fine, just tired.”

You nodded, getting up, walking over to your desk.

There was perks to being mind fairy and having a job as a scientist.

You could tell he was lying to you, and you had the exact elixir you needed to see if your hypothesis was correct.

You had your theories and thoughts about it over the past few days, but never wanted to put it in place since you didn’t like using magic or anything on him without his knowing.

But this time you had no choice.

Picking up the small bottle, you carefully walked around him, noting how he was carefully watching you until he couldn’t see you anymore.

Standing behind him, you opened the bottle and watched as the most poured out, surrounding him lightly, focusing mainly on his lungs.

“Saul what happened?”

“Nothing really, I did some training that was about it.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

You showed him the bottle and he stood up.

“You’re using your elixirs on me now?” He snapped slightly.

“I’m worried about you Saul, you’re not telling me anything anymore and I know something is going on. It detects traces of magic, I’m developing it for the hospital and police.”

Saul set the bottle down.

“So you tested it on me?”

“Please tell me what’s going on.” You begged lightly.

Saul slowly sat back down, and you walked over, sitting on the table in front of you.

“I… I can’t tell you…”

“Saul you have to…”

He shook his head and you sighed.

“That elixir detects magic that was used to harm people…”

He looked at you, and he took a deep breath as he began to tell you everything that had been happening while he held both your hands.

Everything he had been holding in came spilling out all in one go, everything he wanted to tell you but was too scared.

And you sat there carefully listening to him, never once cutting in it brushing him aside.

When he done, he was sat forward, resting his forehead on your hands, bouncing a leg up and down.

“Hey.. hey it’s okay. You’re okay…” you whispered.

Reaching up, you placed a hand in the back of his head.

“It’s alright..”

“What if she takes it too far…? What if she comes after you next…?”

You shook your head, pressing a kiss to the side of his.

“She’s not the only one who’s mastered other magic sweetheart, she wouldn’t stand a chance..”

“I can handle her hurting me… but not you..”

You sighed, placing your hand on his chin you titled his head towards you.

“I can make you forget it if you want me to Saul, I can block that memory out for you.”

“She’ll know…”

You gave him a small smile.

“She won’t, I promise. I’ll make it seem like you’ve still got that memory, but you won’t.”

“No… no I.. I just..”

He looked at you, and you could see genuine pain in his eyes.

“Just hold m?”

Getting up, you stepped on the sofa and sat yourself behind him, wrapping both your arms tightly around him as he leant back.

“Of course.”

You ran your thumb along the back of his hand, he he sat there trying ti get over the events from the day

#fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga imagine #fate the winx saga x reader #Saul silva #Saul silva x reader #Saul silva x you #saul silva imagine

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mayumigojo · 2 months

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Whispers Amongst the Blooms- Part 1

This is a series I'm working on featuring Saul Silva from Winx Saga and my OC Valerie. More parts are to come hope y'all like it :)

In the heart of Alfea's spring-clad courtyard, where magic bloomed as vividly as the flowers underfoot, the new term's air was electric with the promise of beginnings. Saul Silva, his muscles still singing from the day's rigorous training, navigated this tableau of anticipation, his eyes inadvertently scanning the sea of new faces. It was a ritual of sorts, observing the influx of potential that each term brought to the hallowed grounds of Alfea.

One figure stood distinctly apart among the myriad newcomers—a girl whose presence seemed to command the chaos into a hushed reverence. She navigated the courtyard's vibrancy with an almost otherworldly elegance, her long, ebony hair cascading like a waterfall of shadows, catching whispers of sunlight in its depths. Her eyes, a captivating shade of emerald green, held the mystique of enchanted forests, glowing with an inner light that drew Saul like a moth to a flame. With every step she took, skirting the tranquil embrace of the lake, a cautious grace enveloped her, setting her apart from the throng of new students.

Saul's path veered towards her, his usual assurance tempered by a sudden, uncharacteristic hesitancy. When she turned her face momentarily towards the sun, soaking in its warmth, a silent connection sparked between them, a thread of intrigue that pulled him closer.

Their paths converged as if by destiny's design. "Hi," Saul ventured, stepping into her orbit with confidence and an unfamiliar hesitancy. "I'm Saul Silva, second-year specialist. I take that you're new here, right?"

Valerie, caught slightly off-guard by his approach, nodded, her voice a melody of quiet strength mixed with a hint of reservation. "Yeah, I'm Valerie. It's.. my first day here. Honestly, everything's a bit overwhelming."

Her shyness did not dim the spark in her eyes; if anything, it added to the allure of the mystery that Saul found so captivating. "Alfea can be like that at first. But you'll find your way," he assured her, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "If you need a guide, or just want to talk about anything, I'm mostly here around the specialist grounds."

There was a pause, a moment where the world seemed to hold its breath, before Valerie returned his smile with a tentative one of her own. "Thank you, Saul. I might take you up on that offer sometime. It's all a bit much, but… exciting too."

Just as the first threads of a deeper conversation began to weave between them, a voice called out to Saul, pulling him back to reality. "Silva! We need you back at the grounds!"

With a regretful glance, Saul excused himself, promising, "We'll talk again, Valerie. Welcome to Alfea."

As he walked away, Valerie's gaze followed him, a gentle smile gracing her lips—a smile that held the promise of future encounters, of mysteries to be shared and perhaps, in time, unraveled together.

In that brief meeting, under the burgeoning life of Alfea's enchanted spring, Saul and Valerie's paths crossed in a dance of fate and curiosity. It was but a fleeting moment, yet it promised the beginning of a journey neither of them had anticipated—one woven with the threads of magic, mystery, and an unfolding connection that would challenge and change them in ways they could scarcely imagine.

#fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga imagine #fate the winx saga x reader #Saul silva #Saul silva x reader #Saul silva x you #saul silva imagine #alfea #winx alfea #rob james collier

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owen-writes · 3 months

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Reckless

Saul Silva x Gender Neutral Teen Reader (Platonic)

Self indulgent. Made in mind with male reader but no pronouns mentioned.

You stride into Saul Silva's office with a smirk on your face, completely oblivious to the frustration etched across his. "Hey, Saul, got a minute?" Your voice carries the arrogance only a rebellious teenager can muster.

Saul sighs, glancing up from his paperwork. "What did you do this time?" he asks, a mix of weariness and concern in his eyes.

You flop into the chair opposite his desk, propping your feet up. "Just a minor altercation with some rules. You know, the usual."

Saul rubs his temples, "We can't keep having these 'minor altercations,' especially with your record. You're here to learn and become a specialist, not to be a troublemaker."

You roll your eyes, "Relax, Saul. It's not like I'm out there causing chaos."

He leans forward, locking eyes with you. "This isn't a joke, kid. Your potential is wasted on your defiance. I've been patient, but I'm running out of it."

You chuckle, dismissing his concern. "Come on, Saul. Lighten up. It's not like I'm the only one bending the rules around here."

Saul's stern expression deepens. "That's not an excuse. This isn't a game. You're risking not just your future but the safety of everyone here."

You lean back, crossing your arms defiantly. "I can handle myself, Saul. I don't need you breathing down my neck all the time."

He leans back, frustration evident in his voice. "I'm not doing this to ruin your fun. I'm doing it because I care about you, and I want you to succeed. But you need to start taking things seriously."

You scoff, "Taking things seriously is overrated. I've got skills, Saul. I'll be fine."

He leans back, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Skills alone won't cut it. Discipline and respect for authority are just as crucial. You're not invincible."

You smirk, unimpressed. "I'll worry about that when the time comes. For now, I'll stick to what works for me."

Saul leans forward again, his eyes searching for a way to break through your stubborn facade. "You remind me of someone I used to know, someone who thought the same way you do. It didn't end well for him."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued despite yourself. "Oh? What happened to this rebel?"

Saul's gaze turns distant, memories surfacing. "He lost sight of what truly mattered, let his ego dictate his choices. I don't want to see history repeat itself."

You pause, the gravity of his words sinking in. "I'm not like anyone else, Saul. I know what I'm doing."

He leans back, resignation in his eyes. "I hope you're right. But if you keep down this path, you might find out how wrong you can be."

You leave his office, the conversation lingering in your mind. Maybe Saul sees something you don't. Or maybe, just maybe, you're destined to carve your own reckless path, consequences be damned.

You sneak through the barrier, convinced you're pulling off the perfect escape from class. As you emerge on the other side, a sense of triumph washes over you. However, that triumph quickly turns to dread as you come face to face with a Burned One – a creature that sends shivers down your spine.

Your eyes widen, and for a moment, you're frozen in place. The Burned One's eerie presence is suffocating. It stands there, grotesque and menacing, the scars of its fiery past evident in every charred inch.

A nervous laugh escapes your lips as you take a step back. "Well, this wasn't part of the plan," you mutter to yourself, hoping against hope that the creature won't notice you.

The Burned One turns its head towards you, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. Panic sets in, and you fumble for the magic skills you've been learning in class. "Come on, think!" you urge yourself, your mind racing to remember the spells that might help.

As you hastily conjure a protective barrier, the Burned One advances. The magic crackles between you and the creature, a desperate shield against the unknown. Sweat beads on your forehead as you struggle to maintain focus, realizing the gravity of the situation.

The Burned One, undeterred by your feeble defense, lunges forward with unexpected speed. Your heart pounds in your chest as you dodge its attack, narrowly avoiding the fiery claws. "Okay, this is bad. Very bad," you mutter under your breath, trying to think of a way out.

With adrenaline pumping, you muster the courage to retaliate. Focusing your energy, you send a burst of elemental magic towards the Burned One. It howls in response, momentarily staggered. Seizing the opportunity, you sprint in the opposite direction, hoping to put some distance between you and the relentless creature.

As you dart through the forest, your mind races with thoughts of survival. You can hear the Burned One behind you, its unearthly howls echoing through the trees. Panic gives way to determination, and you push yourself to the limits, weaving through the labyrinthine pathways of the magical barrier.

You stumble upon a clearing, and with a quick glance over your shoulder, you realize the Burned One is still hot on your heels. The realization hits you – there's no escaping this encounter. You brace yourself, ready to face the consequences of your reckless actions, hoping that your magic skills and a stroke of luck will be enough to fend off the relentless creature.

You gasp as your foot catches on a hidden root, and you find yourself tumbling to the ground, pain shooting through your ankle. Panic sets in as you realize you're vulnerable, defenseless against the approaching Burned One.

Attempting to rise, you wince at the pain in your ankle. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, you hear a fierce clash behind you. Turning around, your eyes widen in disbelief – there's Saul, standing tall with a sword plunged into the Burned One's chest. The creature lets out a final, agonized howl before collapsing.

Saul's expression is a mix of sternness and relief. He swiftly pulls the sword from the Burned One, and as the creature dissolves into ashes, he turns his attention to you. "You really know how to get yourself into trouble, don't you?" he remarks, offering a hand to help you up.

You accept his assistance, leaning on him to alleviate the strain on your injured ankle. "I didn't expect a rescue mission from you, Saul. What took you so long?"

He smirks, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I was hoping you'd learn your lesson, but it seems like I need to spell it out for you."

Saul guides you back towards the school, his presence a reassuring anchor. "Skipping class and wandering off alone, especially beyond the barrier, is asking for trouble. You need to understand the dangers out here."

You nod, a bit humbled by the gravity of the situation. "I get it, Saul. I just... I thought I could handle it."

He shakes his head, his expression firm. "Handling situations doesn't mean risking your life recklessly. Your actions affect not only you but everyone in this school."

As you both pass through the magical barrier, Saul's tone softens slightly. "I may act tough, but I care about you. I don't want to see you hurt, and I certainly don't want to clean up after your messes."

You glance at the sword in his hand, still processing the fact that he just saved you. "Thanks, Saul. I guess I owe you one."

He chuckles, "You owe me more than one, kid. Now, let's get you back to the infirmary and hope that sprained ankle teaches you a lesson about consequences."

Walking alongside Saul, you reflect on the day's events. Maybe there's more to learn from the experienced specialist than you thought. As the lecture continues, you can't shake the feeling that this unexpected rescue might be a turning point in your rebellious journey at the school.Despite Saul's heroic intervention, the encounter with the Burned One doesn't have the expected impact on your rebellious streak. If anything, it fuels a newfound defiance within you. The adrenaline rush and the thrill of facing danger only strengthen your belief in your own invincibility.

Days after the incident, you find yourself pushing boundaries even further. Skipping more classes, exploring forbidden areas, and disregarding the warnings of both instructors and fellow students. It's as if the confrontation with the Burned One served as confirmation that you can handle anything thrown your way.

One evening, as you sneak out beyond the magical barrier again, Saul catches you in the act. His stern expression reveals his disappointment, and he confronts you with a mix of frustration and concern. "I thought that encounter would make you think twice about your actions, but it seems I was wrong," he says, his voice tinged with disappointment.

You brush off his words with a nonchalant shrug. "I can handle myself, Saul. I proved that with the Burned One."

He shakes his head, "Proving you can survive doesn't mean you should keep putting yourself in harm's way. This isn't a game, and you're not invincible."

Your rebellious grin widens, "Maybe I'm just not cut out for this goody-two-shoes specialist life. I'll forge my own path."

Saul's patience wears thin. "This isn't about being a goody-two-shoes. It's about responsibility and understanding the consequences of your actions. You're heading down a dangerous path, and I won't stand by while you self-destruct."

Ignoring his words, you slip away into the shadows, leaving Saul frustrated and concerned. The allure of rebellion, the thrill of pushing boundaries, becomes an addiction that blinds you to the genuine care Saul has for your well-being.

As your reckless behavior continues, whispers circulate among your peers about the wild specialist who seems determined to defy every rule in the book. The school's reputation is at stake, and Saul, torn between duty and a sense of paternal concern, struggles to rein in your rebellious spirit.

The question remains – will the consequences of your actions finally catch up with you, or will your defiance lead to an even more perilous situation? Only time will tell if you'll heed Saul's warnings or continue down the turbulent path you've chosen.

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babeydollx · 1 year

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Snuggles & Warmth

Warnings: cursing, smut, fluff, cockwarming, snuggles, some aftercare

Pairings: Riven x Female Fairy Reader

Summary: In which after Riven and Y/N have sex, they snuggle together and cockwarm.

Riven finished using the warm cloth on your skin and he put it in the bathroom before coming back out and laying down beside you. You smiled and slowly crawled over to your boyfriend before laying down beside him. "Hey." Riven said with a smile. "Hi.." You said with a small giggle. You played with his fingers and then looked up at the brunette boy above you.

"Baby?" You asked softly. "Yeah?" He asked as he looked down at you. "I know we've done having sex for the night but, can I at least keep it warm for you?" You asked with a giggle and a small smirk as your hand slid down to the bulge in his sweatpants. Riven smirked a little as you did so. "Well, since you asked so nicely." He said with a smile as he leaned down and kissed you.

The two of you made out for a few minutes before you crawled onto your boyfriend. You pulled off your baggy night shirt before pulling off Riven's sweatpants. You positioned yourself on top of him before slowly sinking down onto his cock, causing both of you to sigh out in pleasure. Once his dick was all the way inside of your cunt, you laid down on top of Riven resting your head on his chest.

He smiled and gently played with your soft hair before kissing the top of your head making you smile and giggle softly. You always felt so lucky to have Riven in your life. You honestly didn't know what you would do without him. You needed him. Riven also didn't have much luck himself when it came to love but, when it came to you, you were the first women he truly felt in love with.

You used your fingers to gently draw invisible shapes on your boyfriend's chest. The feeling of Riven caressing your head was making you sleepy. You yawned softly and he smiled as you grew tired. Your eyes gently fluttered shut and you quietly fell asleep laying on top of Riven while he held you in his arms.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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yrsonpurpose · 2 years

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#you are a lying liar who lies

#fate the winx saga #rivusa #ftwsedit #rivusaedit #riven #musa #musa x riven #riven x musa #winxsource #winxedits #mine*#yeah....... hows that working out for you riv #fate: the winx saga

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rivusa · 4 months

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that'll have to do.

(1/3) happy hex @skloomdumpster !!!!! you're incredible and sharing this fandom with you has been pretty great :)

#ftwsholidayexchange #hope you like this <3 #fate the winx saga #saul silva #andreas of eraklyon #saundreas #saul x andreas #ftwsedit #mine*#mygifs*#*#winxsource

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onlyhereforangst · 2 years

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ONE SINGLE THREAD OF GOLD TIED ME TO YOU

and i can still see it all in my mind all of you, all of me intertwined

#fate the winx saga #rivusa #fateedit #ftwsedit #rivusaedit #ftws rivusa #ftws riven #ftws musa #riven x musa #but make it taylor swift #fate: the winx saga #usergif #dailycolorfulgifs #i couldn't choose a caption so you get two #mwah

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Snuggles & Warmth

Warnings: cursing, smut, fluff, cockwarming, snuggles, some aftercare

Pairings: Riven x Female Fairy Reader

Summary: In which after Riven and Y/N have sex, they snuggle together and cockwarm.

Kinktober Day 12 - Cockwarming

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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riven-musa · 2 years

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#⚔ 🧚‍♀️

#fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga spoilers #rivusa #riven #musa #riven x musa #musa x riven #winxedits #winxsource #YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF BATTLEFIELD!

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Saul Silva x Autistic!teen!reader - you can do anything

please can i request a Saul Silva and teen reader comfort, maybe an autistic reader if possible, thanks - Anon💜

Looking at all the others students training with magic or training as specialists, you sighed a little bit wondering away from the training grounds.

Lately you had been slacking off with your training, feeling like it didn’t really matter what you did.

You had the magic, but unlike everybody else’s, yours wasn’t as effective as theirs, after all, who would hire an animal fairy who couldn’t be in any fights?

You were only at Alfea because that’s where you were sent the moment you were old enough, you were sent into the school and you wondered why they even accepted you.

You had no real power like all the others.

Wondering to the forest, you walked past the tree line and sat down in your little spot, resting your head against the tree.

You tapped a finger on your leg, following a beat from a song you had been listening to earlier as you watched a small heard of deer ahead of you.

One of them looked at you and you smiled a little bit.

“Hello friend.”

The stag carefully approached and sniffed at you, then slowly laid down beside you, resting his head on your lap.

“You seem healthier than you have been, and bigger, I hope I managed to get all that poison out of you.”

The stag let out a small huff and you smiled to yourself, running your hand over his antlers.

“You’re my only real friend, you come to see me everyday.”

The other deer slowly came over, grazing or laying down with you.

This was the only part of Alfea you really enjoyed, the animals that lived in the surrounding areas.

When they all looked in one direction, you joined them, watching as someone came through the trees, and you moved your hand.

“Go on.”

The heard got up and ran away, and when the blur of jumped animals vanished, you could see the specialists headmaster standing in front of you.

“It’s not safe in the forest, you need to come back.” Silva said.

You looked at him, and you turned away, going back to tapping your hand to the beat.

“(Y/N) let’s go.”

You said nothing and he sighed, walking to stand in front of you.

“It’s not safe, not with everything going on, I get Andreas may have let you out here but let’s go come on.”

You glared at Silva.

“I come here to get away from you people.” You snapped.

“Right don’t speak to me that way, we were fine before I was arrested. And you were fine with me during that time as well.”

You turned away from him.

Silva sighed, sitting down in front of you, resting his sword in his lap.

“(Y/N)?”

You began hitting your leg a little, something Silva immediately noticed.

“Hey, hey calm down, it’s okay. You’re alright.” He said gently.

You clenched your jaw a little bit, trying to fight the tears as you began getting more and more worked up.

“You left.”

“I know, I know I’m sorry.”

“You went away… then Miss Dowling went away…”

Tears began streaming down your face, and you began hitting your head on the tree behind you.

“No, no, no, no, don’t do that. Don’t do that (Y/N).”

Silva rushed forward, placing his hand on the back of your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“You’re okay, you’re alright okay? You’re safe. I’m here, it’s okay.”

Silva kept reassuring you that you were okay, and after a while you calmed down a little bit.

“They said I shouldn’t be here…”

“What?”

You sniffled a little.

“Said someone like me will never get a job anywhere…”

Silva slowly nodded his head, moving his hand from the back of your head and hid it under his arm so you wouldn’t get more upset.

“Listen to me okay? You can get any job you want to if you put the work in, yes you may struggle with some things that the other students don’t, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get the same jobs (Y/N).’

“I’m just an animal fairy…”

Silva nodded his head.

“Exactly, and there isn’t many of those about (Y/N), you’re one of the highest sought out fairies in the whole realm. You can do all sorts of jobs, but you need to work for that.”

You glanced at him.

“You’re a good student (Y/N), and you’re more than capable of passing, and I promise you that whatever they said while I was away isn’t true okay?”

You shrugged a little.

“I’ve been your caretaker since you came here, do you trust me?”

You looked at him again.

“Do you trust me (Y/N)?”

You nodded a little bit.

Silva smiled, standing up, grabbing his sword and holding out his other hand then.

“Come on inside then.”

You let him pull you up, and you let go of his hand straight after.

Silva led you out of the forest and towards the school.

“You’re going to be okay, alright?”

“Okay…”

Silva looked a you, sighing a little to himself.

He had spent so long building up your confidence and in the few months he was away that had all been knocked down again.

But he was going to build it up so you knew that whatever you wanted to do, despite what other people thought you could do it

#fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x reader #fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga imagine #Saul silva #Saul silva x reader #Saul silva x you #Saul silva imagine

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leadingrebel · 4 months

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A moment of warm and christmas-y happiness for Riv and Sky

Happy HEX day for you, @queen-of-the-wallflowers15!

#hope you like it Pris!#I loved working on this and I'm really greatful I got to work on skyriv for your gift!!#ftwsholidayexchange #winxsource #FTWS #Fate: The Winx Saga #skyriv #ftws Sky #ftws Riven #sky x riven #ftws fanart #(br-otp) under your wing #queen-of-the-wallflowers15

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myalchod · 1 month

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oh I missed the 3 sentence fic meme, is it too late to chime in with a prompt?

if not, how about Silrah + spies & secret agents?

Ooh, I love this idea so much. 💙 Almost took it down a canon-variant path, but ended up going with a vaguely nonspecific no-powers setting instead. (Almost had one of them with the knife to the other’s throat too, but … well.)

“The young gentleman on your right,” she murmurs, “blue coat, dark hair,” and he hums acknowledgement as the turn of the dance gives him an unimpeded view of the man in question, squiring Andros’ junior ambassador across the floor, “is one of his,” and it could mean anything it not for the missive she’d slipped him at the start of the evening, when he’d bowed over her hand in the receiving line and made her promise him a dance later — a tactic they’ve used more than once since the outbreak of the war drew Eraklyon and Solaria, and the two of them by extension, into an uneasy alliance to combat a mutual threat. He trusts her as little as his king does her queen, in the bigger picture, but politics has always made for strange bedfellows, and his line of work is no less political for being conducted in the shadows — never mind that those shadows are at times as brightly lit as the grand Eraklyan ballroom, ablaze with candles for the winter solstice fête; never mind that his partner blazes nearly as brightly, glittering with gems at her throat and in her intricately upswept hair, when he knows she is as familiar with those shadows as he is, and far more comfortable there than here.

They will meet again later somewhere dark and quiet, furtive as lovers, for a conference of confidences and hushed whispers in service to the rulers and the realms they have both sworn their lives to, but for now there are eyes upon them and a game to be played, and so he twirls her across the ballroom floor and grants himself a respite from those duties in the warmth of her touch and the wryly knowing humour of her eyes, and tries not to think of the day when they may once again find themselves on opposite sides of a war, all this intimacy reforged to strike at each other instead; they have learned each other too well, in this erstwhile alliance, and he thinks — not for the first time — that she alone would know enough for her blade to find its way between his ribs, for how could it be otherwise when she has already pierced his heart?

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#saul silva #farah dowling #silrah #farah dowling x saul silva #fate the winx saga #charis writes #three sentence fic meme #asked and answered #au: spies #au: historical #is it just me or do these keep getting longer?#i love the challenge tho #both for length and for making my brain think in new and twisty ways #(yes the background greysha means basti’s the villain)#(make of that what you will)

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faytalepsy · 10 months

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You KNOW I had to send an ask for the kiss one…this is so hard to pick but silrah and 48?

Silrah × Kiss out of habit

Saul admittedly wasn't a morning person. He never had been.

He had gotten used to the early schedule his life demanded over the years but that didn't mean he was fully functional in the early minutes of the morning. No, for that he needed a cup of strong coffee and a few minutes of bleary eyed staring at the wall, out of the window or -preferably- Farah.

That hadn't changed after breaking out of prison and taking shelter in the First World.

He groaned and reached over, finding the mattress next to him lacking the woman his hands sought out. Of course she was already up. Apparently not even dying could force Farah Dowling to sleep in for once.

Without her presence the warm bed quickly lost its appeal due to the growing uneasiness that spread whenever she wasn't at his side. The need to make sure she was safe had him throw back the cover and swing his legs out with more energy than the early hour usually allowed.

His hands moved mechanically, brain still not fully awake as he pulled a shirt over his head and slipped into a pair of jeans.

As soon as he opened the door to their guest room the warm fragrance of coffee tickled his nose, piercing tiny holes into the fog of sleep still shrouding his thoughts. He followed it to the Peters' kitchen, pausing in the doorway to drink in the sight.

Farah stood at the counter, hair falling over her shoulder in a loose braid. She wore simple loose pants and a smooth, silky looking blouse that practically begged for him to run his fingers over the fabric. The picture of her pouring coffee, hip braced against the counter stirred a sense of peace in him that he hadn't felt for quite a while, reminding him of quiet mornings spent in her suite, bracing for a day full of classes.

Having sensed his presence the fairy turned, a warm smile spreading on her lips as he stepped over. "Of course he can smell the coffee even in his sleep."

"Good morning to you too, Farah."

Instead of an answer she offered him a fresh cup of coffee, knowing glint in her hazel eyes and that mirthful grin widening.

Saul accepted it gratefully, leaning over to give her a quick kiss in thanks. Her lips still carried a hint of coffee and he hummed appreciatively. But Farah stiffened immediately, her eyes widened in surprise and before he could ask what was wrong the soft click of a spoon against porcelain had him whirl towards the dining table.

The dining table currently occupied by Bloom, her spoon hovering somewhere between cereal bowl and mouth, frozen with shock.

#thank you H darling!!#not sure this counts as a kiss out of habit but welllll #also might edit later when I'm no longer in a packed train so maybe read again in about 10 hours to avoid all the mistakes #and get the superior wordig #my writing #farah dowling #fate the winx saga #saul silva #silrah #farah x saul #ftws

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bumblesimagines · 2 years

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Imagine:

Stella having an idea

Request: Yes or No

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You listen to the loud calls of protest outside as you toy with the edge of the page. It’d only be a matter of time before-

“I have an idea!” The blonde declares as she enters your room, letting the door swing shut behind her, blocking the irritated looks on your roommates faces. You don’t bother looking up from the book in hand, knowing she’ll continue with or without a response.

“You know how our parents are constantly pushing us to get together and all the lengths they go through? I’m sure if we were in the middle ages, they’d surely arrange for us to marry.”

“People still have arranged marriages, Stella.”

“But, I got to thinking last night,” In typical Stella fashion, she ignores your comment and walks closer to the bed, a determined twinkle in her eyes. Whatever idea she had cooked up overnight, she sure seemed proud of it.

“What if we give them what they want?” She breaths out and a grin stretches across her face. “We can attend events together, pretend to be the perfect couple. It’ll get their hopes up enough that they’ll leave us alone. Think about it; Princess Stella and Prince (Y/N)... Together at last.”

“This is a rather interesting way of asking me out, Stella.” You grin at her, watching her face crumble and her face shift into a scowl. But there’s no denying the way her cheeks and ears redden.

“I- I am not asking you out! Oh, please, me? Stella of Solaria? The princess asking someone out? Don’t make me laugh.” She spits out, squinting her eyes at you before shaking her head and brushing strands of hair out of her face. She inhales and shuts her eyes briefly.

“As I was saying,” She clears her throat and settles her gaze on you once more. “When the time is right, we break up. It’ll be such a devastating and heart wrenching breakup that our families wouldn’t even dare bring the subject up again.”

“So, to summarize this grand idea of yours; you want us to begin a fake relationship in order to later emotionally manipulate our families into forgetting about merging our kingdoms via marriage?” You raise your brows at her and Stella parts her lips, letting the summary swim around in her mind before giving a curt nod.

You press your lips together and study the girl before exhaling and letting your shoulders slump. There was no arguing with Stella but the consequences of her idea being found out would be more dire for her than you. Her mother was a cold, controlling woman and while it wouldn’t drastically affect the friendship between your kingdom and hers; Stella certainly wouldn’t come out unscathed. But she seemed determined, and at the end of the day, Stella was a strong girl.

“Fine. I’ll play along.”

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #fate winx club #fate winx saga #fate winx saga x reader #winx stella #winx saga x reader #winx saga x male reader #winx saga x you #stella of solaria #stella of solaria x reader #stella of solaria x male reader #stella of solaria x you #winx saga x prince! reader #winx saga x y/n #winx saga stella

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hufflepuffimagines · 2 years

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You’re not alone (Sky x Reader)

pairing: Sky of Erakylon x reader

warning: angst, flully

prompt: “It’s ok to cry”

words: 1,781

(the gif isn’t mine)

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Some might call it a cliché.

Some will say that the smile always plastered on her face was unnecessary, no one could doubt that she was extremely passionate in her own right. With a smile sweeter than honey, her presence can raise the most stubborn of eyebrows and the lowest of spirits. Patient and loyal, she lends herself as a friend to everyone, from homesick early years to envious people. Like hot chocolate on a cold winter's day, she's the most welcome cliché there is, and her reputation precedes her, known to all as the girl with the infectious smile, the never-ending supply of joy.

Sky is no stranger to her smile, the one that sends warmth to her face when her eyes meet during class, the one that makes him lose all his well-earned confidence. He's fallen under the same spell as everyone else, enamored of everything in his performance that lifts the mood of an entire room, that keeps people captivated and has people longing to be in his company.

Tonight, however, he's seeing her without that smile for what feels like the first time, and his worry logically replaces the part of him that would normally be flustered to be anywhere near her.

The empty living room is lit only by the gentle flame of the fire, gently crackling in the background. He was about to scold her, before she turned to face him and he recognized her, even though her eyes were wide and watery and her cheeks were full of tears.

“Y/n?”

“S-Sky?” Her voice wavers until panic suddenly takes over her expression. “Sky!”

She pulls the sleeves of her sweater over her hands and presses them quickly against her eyes in a struggle to hide her tears. Then, swallowing momentarily, she pulls her lips into a smile so fragile it instantly falters.

“You got me.” She forces a laugh. “I should be in bed, Dowling will kill me if I don't wake up tomorrow, right? I'm going to my room now...”

She stands up shyly, going around the furniture to walk past him. He's almost too sleepy to stop her, only reaching out at the last second to grab her hand before she can sneak into the bedroom. He pulls her back gently, curving her back until she falls gently onto his chest. He takes a quick step back to give her space, but continues to hold her hand to keep it steady. She glares at him once more, her eyes bloodshot a mixture of panic and surprise.

“Sorry, are you okay?”

“Obviously.” Y/n lied very badly.

She scans the room quickly for an excuse, glancing at a book left on the coffee table in front of the couch she was sitting on moments ago. She turns to him, giving him a shy smile.

“A sad book is enough to kill anyone.”

Sky raises a questioning eyebrow, slowly guiding his gaze toward the aforementioned book. His eyes scan the title before returning to hers with a glint of knowledge.

“Really?” he asks. “ ‘Portuguese for beginners’?”

“Too much change…” She shakes her head, wincing at the stupidity of it. “OK...”

She throws herself back on the couch with a shaky sigh and a sob of someone who's been crying for a while. He studies her for a moment, worried about this whiny version of the happiest girl he knew, then he sits down next to her.

“What's wrong?” he asks, his voice gentle and encouraging. “You can tell me.”

“You've got enough to worry about my powers, Sky.” She shakes her head. “You don't need my silly problems on top of that.”

He shakes his head, frowning at the statement.

“I doubt they're silly, Y/n.” He says. “Just different.”

Something in her voice, soft and gentle and genuinely concerned, has tears stinging her eyes again and a sigh of frustration falling from her lips. She sniffles again and presses her palms to her eyes.

“This is so stupid.” She sobs.

“Hey.” He whispers softly. “It’s ok to cry.”

She freezes as she feels the heat of her fingertips on her hands for the second time tonight, pulling them gently away from her eyes. She leaves him, surrendering to his gentle touch.

“You don't have to be happy all the time, Y/n.”

His breath hitches at the statement, her weight taking a moment to sink. She pulls her hands from his to wipe the newly formed tears again with her sleeves, the efficiency of which she's starting to doubt.

“No one's ever told me that before.” She admits, once convinced she's composed enough to do so.

“What?” He frowns.

“That I might get upset and it’s ok.” She laughs sadly. “I'm sure it's just common sense, but no one has ever told me before.”

“Seriously?”

“I should be the one who always has life resolved.” She remembers. “I am the shoulder to cry on, not the one who cries.” She lets out another sigh, looking up at him with teary eyes. “I didn't know it was possible to feel so alone without ever being alone.”

Her heart twists as she realize that behind the happy cliché is an ordinary girl shrouded in the worst kind of loneliness, the kind that only sits in a crowded room, that exists in the gaps of lively conversation and that hits you when you try to sleep. after a long day with friends.

“I don't know if that makes sense...”

“It does” He assures her quickly. “Yes, it makes sense, Y/n.”

“It's not that I don't like being the one to help people.” She explains quickly. “I love that people approach me and ask for help.”

“That doesn't mean it isn't difficult,” Sky says softly.

“Yes.” She agrees with a sigh. “Sometimes it's really hard...”

“I'm sorry, Y/n.”

Her eyes drop to her lap, the softest sigh escaping her lips, dropping her head back against the couch cushion and staring at the ceiling. This is not how she saw her night going, she sat across from the singer in tears, a crying mess.

“It's fine.” She grumbles. “Things are like that.”

“They don't have to be.”

“Huh?’

“You shouldn't have to pretend you're okay all the time.” He explains truthfully, even if a little nervous. “I want to help, even if it means being the shoulder you can cry on.”

There's a deep honesty in his eyes, intense as they hold hers. She could hear her own heartbeat in her chest, hopeful that even in the quiet of the common room, he couldn't hear it too. She's embarrassed enough for one night.

“You do not have to...”

“I want to.” He swallows hard.

“Because?”

There's that blush she's become so familiar with, which makes butterflies flutter in her stomach and people poke her and say what a cute couple they'd make when they noticed. The blush she grew to find so captivating.

“I care about you, Y/n.” He admits. “I want you to be happy, but I also want you to know that when you're not, I'll be here to hear you complain or cry, or even just sit with you in silence if that's what you need.”

She takes in the words, not knowing how to respond without flinging herself into his arms. He nervously reaches out for her hand, squeezing it comfortably. The look he gives her is somewhere between reassuring honesty and shyness, as if he's trying to make sure he understands her point of view.

“You don't deserve to feel alone.”

“Th-thanks, Sky.” She manages after a minute, though dissatisfied with how discreet it is. ‘It means a lot.”

Was it the warmth of his hand in hers or the gentleness of his words, the fairy isn't sure, but for the first time tonight, her chest feels lighter, and though her eyes sting, they don't get better with tears when she's left. with your own thoughts for longer than a few seconds.

“Someone should have repaid that kindness before now.”

“I'm glad it's you.”

Her voice is low, nervous to say the words out loud. Yet they are bold words, a leap she is suddenly proud of having taken and one that she hopes he will find deeper meaning. From the look on his face, she knows he does, but he needs to be sure.

"I mean it means more coming from you than it would from anyone else..."

“Oh.”

She panics, certain she made a mistake with his slight reaction. She goes to pull her hand from his to ease her mortified desire for freedom, but her grip tightens enough to soothe her urge to flee.

“No, I just need to know that you're not saying that just because you're upset.” He explains. “That you're not doing this just out of gratitude or...”

“I like you, Sky.”

There it is, a clear, concise confession, words he'd never imagined coming from her lips before, not when he'd so regularly embarrassed himself by turning into a stuttering nervous wreck in front of her.

“I've liked you for a while and I'm not just saying this because I'm grateful.” She adds confidently. “I'm doing this because you just saw me at my worst and you didn't run, and for the first time in a long time, I don't feel completely alone.

“I would never run away.” He whispers comfortingly, rubbing his thumb gently over her knuckles.

“Not even now, with puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Not even now, because you look beautiful anyway.”

She once again fears that he will hear her beating her chest.

“That's a cliché.” She exhales.

“I quite like a good cliché.” He states, smiling softly at her. “They are terribly misunderstood.”

She returns the smile, not the one she forced on his cheeks in the early evening, or even the one he's so used to making blush that he now knows was hiding an ache beneath him. This smile is new and honest and soft, the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I love this smile.”

She melts at his touch when one of his hands comes to cup her cheek, the tip of his thumb sliding over the corner of her lips. He's decided it's her new favorite thing, this genuine new smile.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hmm.” She murmurs in agreement. “Yes, please.”

Her lips meet hesitantly, her face still in his hand, the other holding hers. It's slow, he's kind to her, and she's grateful after such an emotional night. She would go so far as to say it's perfect in a way.

“I will never let you feel alone again.”

“I believe you.”

#sky x reader #Sky of Erakylon #Sky of Erakylon x reader #sky x you #sky fate #fate #fate: the winx saga

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