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americaswritings · 2 years

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I feel you

Warnings: angst, language, Musa is struggling, caring!Riven

Summary: Riven is there for her when Musa gets her magic back.

Words: 1.6k

Pairing: Riven x Musa

A/N: So I just finished the finale of season 2. Overall I loved the Rivusa content, but this moment was a wasted opportunity. Riven was literally standing next to her when she got her magic back and he knows how hard it’s been for her. So let’s pretend this happened (they just didn’t show it ;) )

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She feels it the moment it happens. As her magic returns a power curses through her, enlightening her whole body. Musa knows without a doubt her eyes are shimmering in a deep purple as she gazes at the others around her.

“They did it”, she says, a smile settling on her lips. Beside her Riven stops fighting and she sees the other Specialists lowering their weapons as well.

But just a second later her smile fades as the noises return to her. It hits her like a wave, powerful und unforgiving, crashing over her and pulling her under.

Distant screams growing louder, mixing with sobs and cries of pain and regret. She can feel every bit of it, every emotion ranging from shock to fear, from anger to sorrow.

“Hey!”

Her eyes are opened wide as she tries to find herself in the midst of the chaos, her own feelings that can pull her back to reality and ground her. But it’s hard, almost impossible with so many people with strong emotions surrounding her.

“Musa!”

She hears her name being called and someone moves into her field of vision. At first the figure is burry, but as the person grabs her shoulders she has something to tap into. Something that brings her enough clarity to make out his face.

It’s Riven, his brows drawn together in a deep frown as he stares at her. She knows his emotions are there somewhere too, but she can’t make them out in the swirl of it all.

“Look at me!”, he tells her and she does, stares at him like he is everything she can see. And he is.

A whimper escapes her and she leans forward, feeling like she is breaking under the weight of her own abilities. A gift, as people like to tell her. They don’t know anything.

But she knows better.

It’s a curse.

“Focus on me, okay?”

His voice sounds oddly drowned out, although he is standing right in front of her holding her by her shoulders.

She blinks, tries to do what he tells her to, but she can’t find him in all the feelings that are blending into a haze.

This is why she had given up her magic so voluntary. So she didn’t have to feel so much pain again. But now it’s back, much stronger than she could have anticipated.

“I can’t!” She shakes her head, helplessly. “I can’t find you.” They have won. The fight is over. But instead of relief all she can think of is pain, so much pain, a silent torture no one else can feel.

“Make it go away”, she whispers and she feels Riven’s grip tighten around her shoulders. His face is only inches away from her as he speaks to her.

She doesn’t know if it is his nearness, his words or that they have built a strange friendship over the past days, but somehow Riven breaks through the fog that is her mind.

“Yes, you can. Focus on me”, he repeats, speaking slowly and forcefully to make sure she is hearing every word.

And suddenly she knows where he is. He isn’t her light in the darkness or her calm in the storm. But he keeps his emotions at bay and his pain is overshadowed by something else. Concern. Relief. Hope.

He believes in her.

She knows he must be making an effort to bring out positive emotions so she can hold onto them, focus on anything other than the pain surrounding her, but as he stares at her he doesn’t seem bothered by it or strained.

“Come one”, he mutters and she notices the deep crease on his forehead as she stares at her, his eyes flickering over her face.

His pain is a reflection of her own pain, his sorrow a result of her suffering. Because he cares. About her.

The thought startles her enough to blend out the rest as her mind tries to wrap around that newfound truth.

When she had talked to Riven months ago, he had been furious when she had used her powers to get into his head. But now he is opening himself up to her. He is letting her in, so she has something to bring her back, something that grounds her.

It is so much more than she could have asked for, yet it is impossible for her to form words as it takes all her effort not to collapse under the sudden weight on her shoulders.

“I feel you”, she whispers and he lets out a breath, nodding slowly. “Okay, good.”

But he doesn’t let her go yet and she is surprised by how much she doesn’t want him to. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

She lets him guide her away, his arm wrapped around her shoulder as he manoeuvres her through the crowd of people. A part of her wants to stop him and tell him that she can’t leave yet. Her friends are still out here somewhere, and she doesn’t know if they are okay.

Bloom and Aisha, Stella and Tara. And Flora, who has been willing to sacrifice herself.

She needs to know if they were okay. But she is too weak to argue and too scared to let go of Riven to try and find them.

“They are okay.”

She tilts her head to look at him, his knowing eyes already on her face. “You don’t know that.” Her voice sounds low and shaky, nothing like the strong and capable woman she felt like when she joined Riven and the other Specialists outside to fight along them.

She knows Riven notices, but he doesn’t say anything as he leads her back to the school.

“If they are half as stubborn as you, they won’t let Sebastian and his bastards kill them.”

She snorts at his words, not trying to argue with him. It would just prove his point and she knows he is right; she is stubborn. Strong-willed, like her mother used to call it.

“See? I’m not lying.” Riven pushes a door open for her before pointing his finger towards his head. “I know how it works.” The gesture along with his cocky grin makes her smile and she can feel the color leaving her eyes as they turn back to her natural brown.

They are nearing her room now and with every step between them and the remaining fairies and fighters outside she feels the burden grow a little lighter.

“Tomorrow everyone will handle all of this shit better”, Riven tells her as if he read her thoughts. His arm falls back to his side as they come to a stop in front of her door, and she feels like he has taken some of her warmth with it.

“You will manage.”

He says it in a casual way and with so much conviction that she wants to believe him. But right now it all seems too much and she adverts her eyes. He knows she would give up her magic if she could. He had seen her take the chance. He knows what no one else does.

But her secret is safe with him. She trusts that without a doubt. And she doesn’t need to tap into his head to know it.

“Thanks for, you know, bringing me here.” There is so much more she wants to say to him, that she wants him to know, but it’s too much to put into words. And she is tired now that the fight is over and the adrenaline is wearing off. Exhausted that her mind isn’t her own anymore, that her feelings are always accompanied by someone else’s.

Riven shrugs like it isn’t a big deal, but a part of her wonders if he doesn’t want to be with his Specialist pals. Celebrating their win instead of spending time in the presence of her low mood and energy.

But he is here, isn’t he?

“Sparring tomorrow?”, he asks and her eyes light up at his words, a little warmth returning to her. She tries not to sound too eager as she agrees and he nods at her once before turning to leave.

“Oh and Musa?” She has nearly slipped into the room when she hears his voice again and she turns back, surprised and curious what he is about to say.

For a moment he just looks at her, his expression unreadable. But she resists the temptation to glance into his mind.

“You did good today.”

His words hang in the air between them for a moment and she gulps, wishing she could see what he does when he looks at her the way he does now. Like he can see right through the walls she has built around herself.

And strangely it doesn’t feel threatening or terrifying. Instead it is reassuring to know that there is someone who really sees her.

“Now get some rest.”

It sounds a little like a command, but his voice is gentle and his eyes are soft as he looks at her in an almost affective way.

When he turns and walks away Musa lets herself stare after him, hoping he doesn’t feel her eyes boring into his back. Then he disappears behind a corner and she is left alone.

“Good night”, she whispers even though she knows he cannot hear her anymore.

And when she quietly shuts the door behind her, she allows herself to sink against it and close her eyes for a moment.

In the past days she has given up her magic only to regain it, nearly died but lived, and along the way she had found someone who made her heart beat faster and helped her shoulder the weight of the world.

Someone she had never expected to become such an important part of her life in such a short amount of time.

But she didn’t regret any of it.

And if she was going to face her magic again, she knew she wouldn’t be alone.

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imhereformr · 7 months

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Waking Up... And the clock reads yesterday for Riven please (:

Guess who's aliiiiiiiiiiive (sort of)

Riven thought sleep would never come, but it did. It was a cruel, fitful sleep that had him tossing and turning all night. After the nightmare day he'd had, restless sleep was the best he could hope for. And really, even restless sleep was better than being awake.

His alarm went off at 5:30. Riven silenced the phone, dropped it beside his pillow and rolled back over. He could skip his morning workout just this once. His muscles wouldn’t deflate if he missed one day of weights and his legs wouldn’t stop working if he didn’t go for his morning run. What was the point anyways?

I can’t do this anymore; we’re not working.

That was what she’d said. Quick and simple, like she was trying to get the words out before they got stuck in her throat. He had nodded, gotten up from the bar and walked away. He didn’t want Musa to see him cry. A year and a half of having his worthless life blessed by her love had come to a crushing halt yesterday, November 12th at 6:37 pm. The walk home had been a numb blur of crossing streets the streets of Gardenia and having people move around him as he rushed home to the safety of his room.

He had almost fallen back asleep when his alarm blared in his ear. Riven cursed himself for setting a backup alarm for days when he didn’t feel like getting up. He fumbled for the phone and stabbed the silence button, returning the room to its previously dead state.

Outside of his room he could hear Brandon and Sky joking about something. Brandon’s loud, borderline obnoxious laugh echoed through their far-too-small-for-six-people apartment, grating on Riven’s nerves. He twisted the pillow around until he was almost smothering himself, but their incessant chatter seemed to not care about solid objects because it got no quieter.

Exasperated and unable to sleep, Riven sat up. Apparently, he would be working out this morning. It was that or lay in bed and ruminate on how he’d fucked up his relationship. He would wait until Brandon and Sky had left, though. By now, Musa had almost certainly told the other girls about the breakup and Stella had inevitably opened her big mouth and told Brandon who had also inevitably opened his somehow bigger mouth and told the other guys. And the last thing he wanted right now was Sky and Brandon’s pity.

He grabbed his phone, determined to mindlessly scroll through social media to avoid thinking. Though, maybe he would stalk Musa’s page? Or maybe not. That wouldn’t do him any good. But really what more harm could it do? He already felt empty. He couldn’t possibly feel more empty, could he?

“Hey, Riven, are you coming or not?” Brandon shouted through the door before Riven could even turn on his phone.

“I’ll, uh, see you guys there” he shouted back, thankful that Brandon didn’t pester him about more than whether he was getting his ass moving. He would break Brandon’s pretty little face if the squire so much as thought to ask how Riven was feeling.

“K. Cool, see you later.”

Riven laid back in bed with a sigh and turned on his phone. He nearly dropped it onto his face when he saw the message that had popped up.

Musa (6:14 am): Hey, are you free tonight?

He clicked the message instantly then froze when the full chat screen appeared. He didn’t know what to say. Did he just say yes? Did he ask why she wanted to see him? Did she miss him? Did she regret her decision?

Riven stared at the screen for what felt like hours, reading over her words, trying to decipher the hidden message that wasn’t there, to figure out what was wrong.

Then it hit him.

This was the same message she’d sent yesterday morning while he was heading out with Brandon and Sky. And every message that had followed – his confirmation that he was free, her suggesting that they get a drink, his letting her know that he’d be a bit late – was missing. It was like yesterday had never happened.

He fumbled his way back to his home screen, nearly dropping his phone again in the process. He stared at the picture of him and Musa on their first anniversary – they'd gone to a “romantic” fancy restaurant that Helia had suggested. After they had eaten the, admittedly, delicious food, they stripped into much more casual clothes in the unnervingly fancy bathrooms and gone to a free concert in a park where they’d spent the night making out and barely paying attention to the show. He took the picture near the end of the night – long after the band had finished, and people had left – when they were lying on the grass and joking around, both trying to avoid having to call it a night.

Back when they were happy... Before he’d gotten scared and started to pull away from her. Before she’d started getting frustrated with him and his unwillingness to open up. Before she’d stopped trying to talk to him.

Right there, just above Musa’s head, was the second most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. He felt hope bloom in his chest. He could turn this around. He could make her change her mind. He could save them. His phone read November 12th, 6:58 am.

For safe measure he looked up the date and nearly cried tears of joy when he saw that his phone hadn’t glitched.

And then he called Musa. She answered on the first ring.

“Riven? Shouldn’t you be under a few hundred pounds right now?”

“I didn’t go to the gym. Do you have time before work? We could get breakfast.”

She didn’t. She had to be at work for 8; she had to open the music store that day. He suggested dinner or a show – he could probably find some concert or comedy show. She countered with drinks. Exactly what she’d suggested yesterday right down to the place and time.

“Yeah, that sounds good” he replied. He was determined not to let her plans to break up with him get him down. He’d take the day to think about what he wanted to say to her and then hopefully not freak out when he got there and lose the ability to speak like he tended to do when emotions came up. He wasn’t giving up that easily.

He sucked at his job that day. Not that he was ever great; customer service was not his strength. He was particularly bad that day. So many orders were wrong, a few plates got dropped, some poor man got soup on his leg. It was not a good day to be his customer.

It was a good day to be Riven though – or as good as it ever really got, anyways. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. And because he didn’t trust himself to get the words out, he also wrote it down.

He got to the restaurant Musa had suggested at 5:45 – no sticking around work today. He sat at the bar and ordered for both of them: two blackberry beers that sounded exactly like something Musa would like.

Musa got there at 6. She looked tired and stressed. Had she been like that yesterday? He couldn’t remember. Musa had never had a great sleep schedule – she usually got up around 7 after having been up for hours the night before doing something or other: usually writing, but sometimes it was studying or, for a few weeks after her foray into the Golden Kingdom, crying. Despite her not-so-great sleeping habits, she’d had never looked quite this tired.

“Listen, we need to talk” she started, taking a large sip of the beer. “That’s good...” she mumbled before taking another large gulp. She was nervous. How had he not seen that? It seemed so obvious now that he knew what was coming.

“I thought you’d like it...”

He was stalling. The words he wanted were there, they were in his mind all lined up waiting to go, he just needed to get them out. He had practiced this. He had recited the words he wanted to say all day at work – sometimes accidentally saying something meant for Musa to a client – and the entire walk to the restaurant.

“So... uh...” Musa fidgeted with her sleeves. Now, while she was trying to get the words out, was his chance to tell her everything. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words he wanted died on his tongue.

Again.

And again.

And why couldn’t he get the stupid fucking words out? He was growing increasingly irritated with himself and it was starting to show, and Musa would think it had to do with him and then she’d definitely leave and WHY COULDN’T HE JUST GET THE WORDS OUT?!!?!??

“Riven” she sighed, “I ca-”

He pulled the paper – the one that contained every word he wanted to say to her – and held it out. It was a last resort. He wanted to tell her everything; to show her that he could do this whole boyfriend thing properly. A last resort would have to do. Musa startled a bit. Her questioning eyes lifted from the paper in his hands to his, tears pooling in her blue eyes. God, he really was a jerk. How could he not have noticed that she was on the verge of tears yesterday?

“Please” he whispered.

Musa took the paper between trembling hands and unfolded it. He watched, unable to breathe or move or think, as she read. Every shuddering breath he took tore him apart and every soft smile stitched him back together. A tear escaped her eyes and slid down her cheek, dropping onto the page.

He wanted to reach out: to brush the tear away even if it had already escaped her face; to take her hand; to kiss her forehead; to touch her knee; to tell her he loved her. He just couldn’t. Not until he knew she understood that he would go to the end of the universe for her. That he would always come back to her. That he would kill for her. And die for her. And live for her. Riven had spent his entire life insisting that he would never fall in love and never be one of those idiots that was willing to give up everything for a girl. Then Musa looked at him and smiled at him, and all of it – the stories, the love songs – made sense.

There were still tears in her eyes when she looked up, but it was different. When she’d come in, she looked dejected. Now, she looked at him with a love so fierce it burned him up in the best possible way. It horrified him to realise that she hadn’t looked at him like that in weeks when a year ago that (and utter rage, but he could pretend that one didn’t happen) was the only way she ever looked at him.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, stretching his arm to offer her his hand.

Musa smiled at him. She folded the paper and shoved it into her pocket. “I’m keeping this” she told him as she took his hand and pulled it into her lap.

“Okay” he chuckled, rolling his eyes. The plan had been to burn the paper so no one would ever know he had feelings, but if Musa wanted to keep it, that was okay too. Anything was okay, as long as she was happy.

“One more try” she nodded. “We give us one more try.”

“I’ll do better” he assured her.

Musa pulled her chair closer to him, all the while never letting go of his hand. “Me too.”

“Muse, you have noth-”

“Clearly I do” she scoffed. “Riven, I had no idea you... that you felt this way about me. I was so sure you didn’t care, and I’d gotten so in my head and started convincing myself that you were... I don’t know. Whatever” she shook her head. “Flora told me I should talk to you weeks ago. Clearly, she was right...”

“The bitch” he deadpanned.

“For real. Like, fuck her” Musa laughed. When her laughter subsided, she took a deep breath. “I’ll talk to you even if...” she trailed off.

“Talking about it fucking sucks?”

“Yeah.”

“You could just write me a song” he suggested.

“And you can just write me a letter” she countered with another laugh that made his heart flutter. “But we talk. However we need to.”

And they did talk. All evening. They talked through four pitchers of beer, a split plate of “mixed starter platter”, a lot of tears – some from him, as much as he loathed to admit it – and one very annoyed bartender that hated that they were the last two people in the place. They got everything out into the open and, much to his surprise, he didn’t care that people could hear them.

When they finally left, it felt like a weight that he didn’t even realise had existed had been lifted off them; like they were back in that honeymoon phase. Riven walked Musa home and kissed her goodnight when they reached her door. He turned to leave but she pulled him back into her before leading him up to the girls’ second floor apartment.

They settled into bed. Musa curled herself up into him and Riven buried his face in her hair. He could feel her fingers tracing lazy circles into his back until she fell asleep. And then, he forced himself to stay awake, not wanting to miss a moment with her. When he finally allowed himself to go to bed, sleep came easily.

#winx club #winx #winx musa #winx riven #rivusa #muri #set in season 4 #oneshot #prompt

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canadianfangirl · 1 year

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A Favour For A Friend Moodboard (A Rivusa Fic)

This was stupid.

She knew it was stupid.

That didn’t stop her from raising a fist, and knocking on the door.

She stood there, waiting, for about 30 seconds before she shook her head, adjusted her gym bag and started to walk down the hall cursing to herself. That was when the door opened.

“Oi, Musa!” Riven’s voice called, causing the mind fairy to freeze where she stood, “Please tell me you’re not playing Nicky Nicky Ninedoors in the Specialist’s quarters.”

She turned around sheepishly, “No, actually something a lot dumber.”

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I wrote a thing, and made a moodboard to go with it. Hope you like it

#rivusa #fate the winx saga #ftws #rivusa ftws #fate musa #fate riven #oneshot #moodboard #soft #fluff #comfort fic

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queen-of-the-queers · 1 year

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Come out (wherever you are)

Stella has had feelings for Beatrix for a while, and she's finally certain about her crush. But who should she tell?

For all of Beatrix’s flaws, she at least made for an easy online stalk. Not one of her accounts were private, leaving her hundreds of pictures, endless reels and frequent stories free for the world (or more specifically perhaps, a certain light fairy) to see.

It was unusual for Stella to have a crush. For her entire life, her every move had been overshadowed with the all-consuming pressure of being the heir to the Solarian throne. Whenever she felt herself catching feelings, she not only had to think about her own attraction but also the small matter of the entire otherworld’s future. No pressure.

That’s why this new flirtation had her tied up in knots. Beatrix was unlike anyone she’d ever met before; bold, blunt and brash, massively stubborn and perpetually sure of herself. She’d dated rebels before, but nobody quite like her.

There was also the obvious fact that Beatrix was.. well.. a woman. Never before had a same-sex couple ruled over Solaria- What would her mother think?

Anxious thoughts swirled around inside her mind as she scrolled mindlessly through the air fairy’s instagram page, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest she felt upon seeing Beatrix’s pouting, red lips and frequently exposed midriff.

It was getting harder to ignore her feelings and Stella knew it. Every interaction with her friend was now consumed by her relentless desire to be close to her, to hold her in her arms and feel the gentle intimacy of their skin against each other’s.

With every lingering gaze and secret smile exchanged along the corridors, she had come to realise that she knew exactly what she wanted. Stella just had to decide what she was willing to do to get it, and the pressure was eating her up inside.

She groaned, throwing herself backwards against her pillows and covering her face in her hands, abandoning her phone by her side.

A few moments later, she heard a knock on the bedroom door, followed by the sound of it swinging open.

“Is everything ok Stella? I thought I heard some noises.”

Terra peered into the room, squinting through the hand she held over her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just couldn’t get the best angle for a selfie,” she responded, “You can drop the hand.”

The earth fairy nodded in response, starting to leave the room before Stella spoke.

“Wait! Actually, erm, can we talk.. Please?” the blonde said quietly, looking down at her lap and trying to swallow back her suddenly overwhelming nerves.

Terra looked taken aback for a split second but quickly shook it off, closing the door behind her and cautiously edging towards the bed as though she half expected Stella to change her mind and yell at her to get out.

“You can sit down.”

Terra sunk down onto the end of the mattress as Stella shuffled over, turning to face her friend with a sombre expression.

She sat silently for a moment, nervously running her hands through her hair and across her face.

“Stella… You know you can talk to me about anything,” Terra said slowly, her eyes searching the blonde’s expression in concern.

Against her will, Stella felt tears starting to sting in her eyes, and she hastily brushed them away with a pink, cotton sleeve.

She opened her mouth to speak, before immediately closing it again, struggling to find the right words for what she wanted to say.

“Terra-“ she started before cutting herself off, squeezing her eyes firmly shut.

Her friend reached over, taking her hand.

She squeezed it, feeling the warmth of the gesture flood through her body.

“I think… I think that I… ” She inhaled deeply, trying to prevent her voice from wavering, “like girls?”

Even as she said it, she felt as though a weight lifted off her shoulders.

This was Terra she was talking to. Somebody who had been through the exact same thing, and had probably felt many of the feelings she was feeling. Someone who could help.

She opened her eyes just in time to be met with a crushing hug and a grinning friend.

“Thank you so much for telling me. I’m really proud of you Stella, I know this must be huge.”

Stella allowed herself to lean into the embrace, burying her head into the crook of her friend’s neck.

Suddenly, Terra pulled away.

“Wait, is there a girl?” the earth fairy gushed, unable to keep a grin from her face, “Do I know her?”

Stella blushed bright red, averting her gaze.

“There’s no girl.”

Terra seemed unconvinced.

“Well I’m happy to be your wingwoman whenever you decide to admit it.”

Suddenly, a text lit up Stella’s discarded phone and both women looked over.

Beatrix: Tonight at the library? I have whiskey.

Terra looked up from the screen, meeting her friend’s eyes with a playful look. The blonde looked away, snatching it up and hugging it to her chest.

“That’s nothin-“ Stella started, just as Terra said.

“I guess that’s another mystery solved. How long have you been in love with Beatrix?”

#oneshot #fate the winx saga #ftws #stellatrix #sterra #terra #stella #stella of solaria #beatrix #rivusa #coming out scene #queer

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ghostiewriter · 9 months

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RIVUSA

ONESHOTS

•SECRET EPIPHANIES - In which Riven is forced to reconsider his relationship with Musa after a mission goes wrong. And in classic Riven fashion, he handles it horribly.

•UNEXPECTED DISCOVERIES - The Winx Girls, and honorary specialist Sky, find themselves stumbling upon situations none of them are quite sure how to interpret. But as they begin to piece things together—and with the guidance from the couple themselves—they start to realise that maybe this shouldn’t have been such a shock.

•***PUCK ME SENSELESS - After losing a game against their rivals, Riven is in need of some serious cheering up. Luckily, Musa is there with a better alternative on how to work out his frustrations.

SERIES

•***DESIDERIUM - They shouldn’t want each other so badly, shouldn’t be craving each other this way. They were preparing for a war, they were constantly thrown into life-or-death situations. They were a million other things they should be focusing on. And yet, they both desperately seek for what they know they can’t have. The secret meetings and hidden touches, so forbidden and still so sought after. A deal is made with the promise of no strings attached but we all know that’s not how things work out.

#fate: the winx saga masterlist

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alphinias · 3 years

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bless you for saying you might try and write a short rivusa piece alongside working on your Jiara fic ❤️

Yes I’ll see what I can do! Like I said I loved writing for them.

My main problem is I have major issues keeping things a reasonable length... as a reader, I LOVE long fics, but as a writer, they take me forever and I don’t always have time for them.

#monkshood and wolfsbane was supposed to be a oneshot have I ever told y’all that 🤡#breathe again was supposed to be like 8k #this Jiara baseball fic isn’t supposed to be over 10k and I am going on record saying that now #I have a problem #ask #rivusa

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rivusafanofficial · 3 years

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Fluff Fest 2021

Day 2 : Break

Type of work : Fanfiction

Fandom : Fate: The Winx Saga

Ship : Riven x Musa 'Rivusa'

Title : Lunch Break

Synopsis :

After his morning classes were over, he headed to the cafeteria where he found Sky already sitting with the girls. He got in line to be served by Doris, but a quick glance to their usual table let him know that Musa was missing.

He knew exactly where she would be and why she wasn't there, with them. He stayed in the queue and when it was his turn, he took lunch for two people and wrapped it in a paper bag. He went out of the cafeteria and walked in the direction of the forest - after texting Sky, letting him know he wouldn't eat with them, he was polite, after all - where he was sure he would find Musa.

××××××××

Or Musa can't stand having lunch at the cafeteria that day so Riven keeps her company until she's better.

Notes :

This is the short oneshot I prepared for Day 2 of Fluff Fest 2021.

Special thanks to @mistkissedmoon who kindly edited this story 💕

Big shoutout to all the amazing girls on the Rivusa GC that keep inspiring me everyday and that helped me through the writing process ❤

Thank you to all of those who commented and left kudos. Thank you also to the "guests" who leave kudos too. I appreciate all of it.

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So I may have written a Oneshot in two days. The power of Rivusa honestly, a bit of childhood nostalgia and less than a minute of screen time and here we are 😂. Ok but seriously, how do people title things? HOW? It’s too hard!

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There’s magic in chaos

Warnings: angsty/sad thoughts, Musa is struggling, little identity crisis

Summary: You don’t need to be strong all the time & "Who doesn’t like a little chaos? I certainly do.”

Words: 3k

Pairing: Riven x Musa

A/N: Season 2 of Fate has me shipping Riven & Musa like crazy!! He is so soft around her omg!! I need more :/ So fanfiction it will be..

This scene is set in 2x06 after their argument and before Riven and the other specialists head off.

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“I’m sorry.”

Musa nibbled on her bottom lip as she typed the message, hitting send before she could overthink it.

She hadn’t seen Riven since their argument that morning, when he had made more than clear that he didn’t appreciate her will to become a specialist.

When they had sparred together, she had let herself hope that this could be something for her for a moment. Something that gave her a new purpose and her life a meaning.

And Riven had seemed to encourage her, telling her she could do whatever she wanted with her life and stop thinking about what everyone else thought.

It wasn’t as easy as he made it sound, but his words had made her think. He was right. For once she could ignore what other people thought of her and her actions. She might see it on their faces, but she didn’t have to listen to it.

A constant chaos in her head.

And the sparring with Riven had made her feel powerful again. Even though he had beat her, she hadn’t been as bad as he had expected her to be. She had seen the surprise and the hint of respect in his eyes.

Maybe, if she trained enough, she could become one of them. Not a fairy, but a fighter. A part of her wondered if that hadn’t been her destiny all along.

Being a mind fairy had never felt natural to her. Although she had grown used to the noises in her head, she had never appreciated it. Not once had she been proud of her powers, had seen them as a gift.

All they had ever been to her were a curse.

First her mom.

Now Sam.

So she had welcomed the chance to give them up, to get rid of the chaos in her mind once and for all.

What she hadn’t expected was to feel so lost without them. Sure, she was still a fairy. But without her powers that held no meaning. She was still Musa, the girl with the quick wit and natural confidence.

But that wasn’t enough. Not in this world, the world they lived in.

And around her everyone else seemed to have it figured out. Even Bloom, who was struggling with her powers didn’t understand her, because her abilities had opened up a whole new world for her. Opportunities. Friendship.

And so Musa had begun pulling away from her friends, who were encouraging her to get her powers back. The pressure they placed on her felt too heavy, as if she was trapped in a corner, the world caving in around her.

But then Riven had been there, helping her escape Tara’s well-meant but straining getting-Musa’s-powers-back-program, letting her blow off steam during their sparring match and staying by her side when she had been literally rooted to the spot in the middle of the path.

He had listened to her, really listened and said what he thought. Not what he thought she wanted to hear from him or what everyone else told her. Instead he had made her feel understood in an unfamiliar way and a little less lonely.

But it seemed she had pushed it too far with him.

A part of her was still angry how he had treated her, the words he had said to her. But the other one understood where he was coming from.

He had been training to be a specialist for years, putting in effort, time and discipline every single day. His dedication had inspired her to find something that would help her feel that way again, like she was good at something. Something that could help others, not hurt them, hurt herself like her powers had.

And here she was, showing up what seemed to be out of nowhere and claiming to become a specialist too. Maybe she had been a bit too confident in herself and her abilities and he had thought she was being arrogant.

The truth was, she didn’t know what was going on in his head. Because for the first time she couldn’t feel it, and that felt like a curse and a gift at the same time.

Her eyes were fixed on the message for a moment, hoping for a response but doubting he would be answering soon, if even at all. Perhaps it was weird that she was texting him on his Instagram account that was so him but didn’t fit the person she had gotten to know the past days.

But she didn’t have his number and she was too proud to ask Dane for it and too distanced from Flora and Tara. She could have gone to Sky with her request, but that felt weird, and besides he would tell Bloom and in the end the girls would know.

To her surprise she wanted to keep this a secret. She had seen Tara’s look when she had interrupted their training, Riven’s hand wrapped around her arm, steading her, holding her close.

Her heart missed a beat as she thought back to that moment, but she brushed it off. It was a gift not to have to hear their judgement, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t show or tell her in other ways.

And what she had with Riven, if she could even call it a something, she didn’t want them to ruin.

She was well aware of the reputation Riven had. Living in Alfea she had heard the rumours, had seen the way him and Beatrix had been all over each other last year. And his Instagram profile was just another proof.

But still she couldn’t stop thinking about him. How attentive he had been to look past her facade, how calm and understanding he had been with her. Not judging her decision to give up her magic and keeping it a secret for her.

Maybe what she had heard about him and what he showed the world wasn’t all there was. Perhaps it was just a facade too. An image that told people to stay away, because if they got too close, they would see behind the mask he was putting on.

Musa let out a sigh, locking her phone and pushing it into the pocket of her jeans. She had to get out of here and do something or she feared she would go insane.

Even if she would never become a specialist that didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to train.

“I know you would be here.”

Musa turned, sweat dripping from her forehead and she wiped at it with her arm.

Riven was walking over to the training grounds, dressed in his black uniform that suited him a little too well. And the look on his face told her he knew it.

“Got my ass kicked this morning so...” She shrugged, turning back to the punch bag she was letting her anger out against.

Riven came to stand in front of her, grabbing it and holding it steady as she continued to throw punches at it. “Well, that’s what happens if you challenge a specialist.”

Musa stopped, her eyes meeting his as he emphasized the last word. “I get it. I really do”, she stated, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

“But this”, she gestured around the training course and Riven’s eyes followed her before they locked on her again. “This feels the most like me since a long time.”

For a moment he stayed silent, and she suddenly felt a little self-aware under his gaze, knowing he was reading her. Calculating. It was moments like these that she noticed her missing powers the most. When he looked at her and saw something she didn’t know, but couldn’t slip in his mind to do the same.

“I always figured that was your thing”, he said then, moving away from the punch bag. Musa followed him curiously. “What was?”

He bent down, going through a heap of equipment before pulling out a water bottle and handing it to her. Musa took it with a grateful nod.

“Magic.” He shrugged. “Your mind fairy tricks.”

His words made her feel sick for a moment and she felt the tension she had worked so hard to get off return to her body. Mind fairy tricks.

He seemed to catch the change in her demeanour because he furrowed his brows. “Did you always hate it?”

Musa shifted. “I didn’t hate it.” He raised his brow at her. “I just-”, she let out a frustrated sigh. “Everyone else seems to have it so much easier. Their magic is beautiful, and they can decide when they want to use it.”

She shook her head, adverting her eyes. “Mine’s always been chaotic. And there’s no switch to turn it off. When you’re a mind fairy, you’re constantly on. It’s not easy.”

When she met his eyes again, she saw doubt in them. “I didn’t take you for a girl who chooses easy.” His eyes flickered over her body and she straightened, knowing he was just trying to undermine his words but feeling her heart speed up as he stared so bluntness at her body in her workout clothes.

“I don’t. But it would be nice to- get a break sometimes.”

“When you’re a specialist you don’t get a break either.” Musa felt her brows draw together, not liking what he was implying. “That’s different”, she stated and he gave her a look. “Is it?”

But before she could open her mouth to say something he held up his hands. “Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do. That’s your thing to figure out. But right now it seems like you’re running into something head-first without knowing what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I’m a good fighter”, she said and his eyes softened for a second. So he had been impressed, even if just a little. The thought made her feel warm inside.

“You’re not bad. But you don’t need to become a specialist now that you don’t have your powers anymore. There are other things you can do.”

Now she was the one to raise her brow at him. “Like what?” He seemed to seriously think about it for a moment before he narrowed his eyes.

“Like anything! Fuck, why do you need to do anything? You don’t have your powers anymore. So what? You’re still you.”

And who is that?, she wanted to ask, but instead she bit her lip. “That’s not enough. Not in this world”, she settled on, her voice lacking emotion. A sign that she was feeling too many at once, so she was shutting down.

Riven stepped closer to her, his eyes suddenly intense again as he looked at her. “Bullshit. Fuck everyone else. You don’t need to do everything for everyone. Just do what you want.”

Some might have said this was the Riven everyone was warning her about. Reckless, selfish, just looking for fun. But as he stood so close to her, she could see that this wasn’t him trying to pull her to the dark side, or however Tara would call it.

Riven wasn’t selfish. Sometimes maybe- wasn’t everyone?- but he had gone back for her. He had saved her, getting attacked himself as he had done that.

And now he wasn’t telling her this out of his own personal motives. Something in his tone told her that there was much more behind his words he left unspoken.

You don’t need to be strong all the time.

And God how she wanted to give up, just for a moment, and let herself feel it all. The mistakes she had made, the guilt she felt, the pain that Sam had left her. That she hadn’t been enough.

That she had lost a part of herself when she had given up her magic. Her powers for one and the part that made her belong. A fairy. But she had given that up voluntary. So what did that make her? A liar? A hypocrite?

In times where they needed mind fairies the most she had chosen to give up, seeking her own relief over the other’s safety.

Riven was right; it was exhausting to be strong all the time. But Musa feared that if she allowed herself to fell all the emotions that she was pushing back, she might never recover from it.

He was so close now that she could feel his breath and an instinct told her to glance around to make sure no one saw them. And take a step back. But she was rooted to the spot, drawn in by his intensity.

“And the chaos thing?”

All her life she had feared the chaos inside of her, had been told it was bad, so bad that it was something to get rid of. And Sam had been her calm.

“Who doesn’t like a little chaos? I certainly do.” Riven smirked at her and she saw a glint in his eyes. Now was the moment she should have pushed him away in disgust. Or stepped away in fury. But none of those things were on her mind as she looked up at him.

But he was gone now.

Why shouldn’t she embrace the chaos? If it was a part of her, so she couldn’t resent nor resist it forever. Even with her magic gone her life felt messy, so maybe it was time to accept it and stop pushing it away.

“Chaos is all my life has been lately”, she confessed, searching his eyes.

So close.

Riven leaned forward and for a moment she thought he would kiss her. But that was...ridiculous.

“Who says that’s a bad thing?”, he whispered next to her ear and when she could see his face again, he still looked at her in a way no one had ever looked at her before. It was oddly thrilling.

“Everyone”, she breathed, knowing she should break the moment but feeling herself not wanting to.

“Everyone else is lame.”

A chuckle burst out of her mouth and Riven gazed at her. “What?”

Musa composed herself again, but the grin stayed. “That’s just what every single person says who thinks they are different.”

Riven looked at her, unbothered by her words because he didn’t have anything to proof to her. He knew who he was.

Musa could feel the heat between them.

Almost unbearable.

So before she could follow his words and do something she wanted, chaotic and potentially stupid she lunged forward, swinging at his leg.

He hadn’t expected the attack so he wasn’t quick enough to move away.

With a satisfied smirk she watched him go down, his back hitting the training platform with a loud thump. Around them she saw a few people staring at them, amused expressions on her their faces as they gazed from her to Riven on the ground.

And there was something in their eyes she hadn’t seen directed at her in a long time; respect.

“Wow.” Riven let out a breath and she turned back to him, extending her hand. He took it, letting her pull him up and she realized he was much heavier than he looked.

As she swayed a little on her feet suddenly he was the one steadying her, his grip around her arm reminding her of the moment he had kept her from falling into the water that surrounded the platforms.

“And here I thought you were done playing mind tricks.”

But he didn’t sound upset. She must have wounded his pride a little, yet he seemed calm and she was glad he wasn’t lashing out on her.

She only shrugged at his words, still too proud of her take-down to put much weight into them.

“I am a fairy after all”, she reminded him, surprised by the lightness with which the words slipped past her lips and he smiled a little.

"Riven!"

They both blinked, turning to Sky who looked up at them at the platform. "Silva's calling us. We're heading out."

A mission. The specialists were going on a mission. A part of her felt disappointed that Riven was leaving and their moment was over. That she couldn't go with him, with them.

But she wouldn't try to argue about this again.

Riven seemed just as surprised as her, but she could see his face ease into an expression of satisfaction. "About damn time!", he muttered and Musa followed him down the platform.

"Any news about Bloom yet?", she asked when she fell into step beside Sky, who shook his head.

The tension was evident in his shoulders and his jaw, so she stayed silent, not pressing further. She didn't need to be a mind fairy to figure out what he was feeling.

When the black jeeps came into view that Silva and the other specialists were loading with weapons and other equipment Riven looked at her again.

"Sparring tomorrow?", he asked, and it sounded so casual that she felt her heart squeeze. It took all in her not to beam at his words and the offer behind them.

Maybe she wouldn't become a specialist, but Riven would teach her how to fight. She would feel strong again.

But suddenly that wasn’t what excited her, but more so the fact that she would be spending time with him again.

With all her determination she held back the joy and gave him a nod, watching as he headed off.

"Be careful!"

She couldn't stop herself and Riven turned back to her, rolling his eyes. "Always am", he said and saluted and she stared after him as he disappeared in a crowd of black bodies.

Only when someone loudly inhaled beside her Musa remembered she wasn't alone. "What?", she asked as her eyes landed on Sky's, his brows slightly raised as he watched her with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Please don't give me that speech", she interjected when he opened his mouth, but the blonde shook his head. "I wasn't about to."

"Oh."

Well then.

Before following his friend Sky offered her a small smile.

"You're good for him."

This time Musa couldn’t hold back her smile.

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My Riven & Musa stories

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There is magic in chaos

You don’t need to be strong all the time & “Who doesn’t like a little chaos? I certainly do.”

I feel you

Riven is there for her when Musa gets her magic back.

Silent thoughts

It bothered him that her fairy friends had vanished and left her to herself in this goddamn bar. That it was now onto him to take care of her, so he wouldn't be the asshole who had left Musa drunk in a corner of some pub. But most of all it bothered him that it didn't actually bother him at all.

Won’t lose you | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"We can't just stand around here while the fairies inside need our help!" As if he had ever cared much about fairies before. He still didn't, except one. (Riven can’t stand around while Musa is trapped in the school.)

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Won’t lose you | Part 1

Warnings: angst, language (swearing)

Summary: Riven can’t stand around while Musa is trapped in the school.

Words: 1.1k

Pairing: Riven x Musa

A/N: I would have loved to see more of Riven reacting to Musa still being in the school and worrying about her. I can’t imagine him standing around and waiting for the army to arrive while knowing she is all on her own. So this is my take on what could have happened...

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"What is it?"

Sky mustered his best friend, his eyes narrowing as he took in his expression. He knew something was brooding inside of Riven, just waiting to burst free. Riven clenched his jaw, his brows drawn together in frustration. "This is all a bunch of bullshit!"

Sky tilted his head, taking a step closer towards him. "You're questioning Silva?", he asked, keeping his voice low. Riven's head shot up at the question, anger flaring behind his eyes. "Damn straight I am! We can't just stand around here while the fairies inside need our help!"

As if he had ever cared much about fairies before. He still didn't, except one.

"We're waiting for Solaria’s army to arrive. That's not stupid, it's strategic."

Riven heaved a breath. "Easy for you to say", he spit, his eyes drifting over to where Bloom was standing with her fairy friends. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sky followed his line of sight before turning back to Riven.

"You've got your little girlfriend right here." The blonde raised his brows, both confused and surprised. "This is about Musa, isn't it? Are you two a thing or-"

"What?! No!", Riven cut him off with a grimace. "You know I can't stand mind fairies."

"But you have been spending time with her", Sky pointed out and Riven rolled his eyes. "She annoyed me asking me to train her."

"And you didn't", Sky concluded, a look of understanding crossing his face. "You feel guilty, because you didn't train her and now she's in there on her own."

His jaw twitched, the only sign that Sky's word had reached him as his face remained hard. "I don't feel guilty. Just fucking useless standing around here!"

Sky reached out a hand, placing it on his friend’s shoulder to calm him. "Saul knows what he's doing. We need for the army to arrive."

"Yeah? And what help will they be if until then all the fairies will be dead and that bastard will be strong as fuck because he took all their powers. What then, huh?"

Sky gritted his teeth, but stayed silent and Riven knew he secretly agreed with him. While Sky wasn't short-tempered and fiery like he was, he didn't feel comfortable not doing anything either.

"We're specialists for fucks sake. What good are we if we just stand here and do nothing?" He had raised his voice now, his eyes fixed on Saul who turned his head.

"We're no good if we're dead either!", the man countered, but Riven shook his head. He couldn't just stand here. Not when he knew that she was still inside. Powerless.

She wasn't of interest for Sebastian without her magic. If that meant she was safe from him or if her uselessness to him meant he would kill her first, he didn't know. He had no fucking clue what the bastard would do. But he had hurt Musa once and Riven had sworn himself he wouldn't let that happen again.

He still remembered too vividly how her lifeless body had felt in his arms. How her blood had splattered her shirt and her bare arms. Had soaked his uniform.

Even though he had barely known her then, not how he knew her now, it had terrified him.

Because Musa was different.

He had seen it in her eyes that were so full of pain. Something he knew plenty of. But no one seemed to see what he saw and sometimes he wondered if he was the only one who ever saw her at all.

And the bravery with which she had walked into battle. Not even hesitating once, even as he had offered her a way out.

He wouldn't let her die now.

His feet carried him over to his teacher and commander and soon he was standing right in front of him, chest heaving with anger.

"We spend hours every day training for this. Preparing for a war. And now that it's here we just do nothing?!"

He saw other Specialists’ heads whip around at his loud voice, but he didn't care as all eyes fell on him and Silva. "It's our fucking job to fight. Our duty!"

He saw Saul open his mouth, about to shut him down but to Riven's surprise someone else spoke up first.

"He's right. The longer we wait here the stronger Sebastian will get." Turning his head to the side he saw Bloom had stepped forward, her eyes burning like the fire inside of her.

"Our friends are in there. They need our help", Tara added and he felt a sense of gratitude and hope as he saw Saul's eyes soften. They were getting through to him.

"Fine but-", he began, but his words were cut off by a phone ringing.

What the hell?

No Specialist would be stupid enough to forget to silence their phone before a fight.

It was Tara who whipped out hers, her eyes widening as she gazed at the callers ID. "It's Musa", she announced and he felt his heart miss a beat at the mention of her name.

"Put her on speaker!", Saul ordered and Tara did what he had asked.

Riven listened as Musa reported the situation to them, the Specialist in him focused on the information she was conveying while his heart swirled around the fact that she was still alive.

That he could hear her voice. And she sounded so much like the girl he had gotten to know. Not fearless but determined to look fear into the eye. Brave and a little stubborn. Ready to fight and not willing to go down easily.

He didn't say a word as Saul began to ask Musa questions, coming up with a strategy for their attack. He couldn't. Not just because everyone was listening, but because he wouldn't know what to say to her.

There was too much he wanted her to know, but too little words for him to say. He had never been good with words.

"Hold on", Musa suddenly muttered, going silent. They all did the same on the other end of the line, waiting for her to speak again.

"I think something's-"

Then they heard a scream. Heard her scream. There was another noise coming from something that was definitely not human.

Riven felt his blood run cold as he listened closely, his heart hammering in his chest. Everyone else looked as shocked as he felt, frozen as they waited for something to happen

For her to come back and tell them she was okay. But none of it happened.

Instead he heard sounds of fighting, heavy breathing and more inhuman noises. Another scream and a whimper. And then the call disconnected.

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Won’t lose you | Part 2

Warnings: angst, language (swearing)

Summary: Riven can’t stand around while Musa is trapped in the school.

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Pairing: Riven x Musa

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Everyone stood completely still as they listened to the steady beeping that signalled the call had ended.

Riven saw Sky place a hand on Bloom's shoulder in the periphery of his vision, but he didn't dare to look at the fairies or his friend.

The guilt was threatening to drown him. If he had taught Musa how to fight like she had asked him to, she would have been able to better defend herself.

Worry and fear sank in as images of what could have happened filled his mind. Had those things gotten her? Hurt her?

Was she even still alive?

A nudge on his shoulder startled him and he gazed up to find Dane's eyes on him, an expression of empathy on his face.

It was too much. He didn't deserve his sympathy

With a harsh motion he shrugged him off, stepping away and towards Silva. "Same plan. We're going inside now." Riven nodded, trying to focus on his words above anything else. He needed to be concentrated, needed to swallow his own feelings and empty his mind so he could be the perfect soldier he was trained to be.

Slowly but steadily everyone began to move, grabbing their weapons and preparing for the attack. Riven followed along, his heart heavy and his mind numb.

He should have never let himself get so attached to her in the first place. It was a stupid mistake.

Even as he was fighting the manipulated Specialists alongside Sky his thoughts were reeling around a certain fairy. "Didn't think I would ever see that look on you", the blonde muttered under his breath as they snuck through the dark corridors of the school.

"What are you talking about?" Riven didn't look at his friend as he peeked around a corner, temporarily relieved to find it empty but staying alert.

"You're worried", Sky pointed out, his own sword drawn as he followed closely behind. "We're heading into bloody battle and a psychopath has taken over the school. Hell yeah I am."

Sky inhaled. "That's not what I mean. You're worried about her." He didn't have to say a name to know who he was talking about. "Just don't want her to die now after I carried her all the fucking way to school."

"Oh that's what it is. And here I thought you had a heart."

He was joking, of course, but it still stung. Even more because Sky was right. And if he saw how much he really cared, then how bad was he at hiding his feelings?

"I might be an egoistic dick, but that doesn't mean I don't care what happens to the fairies. No one deserves this shit." They rounded another corner and Riven stopped in his tracks as his eyes caught onto something on the floor.

A phone. Musa's phone.

This was where she had been when she had called. Where she had gotten attacked.

As Sky gave him cover, he crouched down, examining the phone before slipping it into his pocket. He would give it to her when he would see her again. Because he would. He couldn’t allow himself to think anything else.

But his stomach sank as he noticed the drips of blood on the floor. Red blood that could only belong to a person. His fingers gripped the sword a little tighter and he could feel Sky's eyes on him, but ignored him.

"This way", he muttered, following the line of blood. It led them further into the school and where they suspected the fairies were kept. “Hold on.” Sky reached for his phone, drawing his brows together when he looked at it. “Bloom’s upstairs. Something has happened with Sebastian.”

Riven looked at his friend for a moment, taking in the conflict on his face before sighing. “Go. I got this.” He saw the hesitation in Sky’s eyes as he lowered his sword. “You sure?”

Riven waved him off. “I’ll be fine. Now go and make sure your girlfriend doesn’t burn down the whole school.”

Sky offered him a nod and he saw the concern behind his eyes before he turned and left. The little redhead had really stolen his friend’s heart.

Riven would never admit that he admired them for what they had. That it made him even a little jealous sometimes. But he wasn’t the guy for relationships. Nothing about him was boyfriend material. His recent breakup with Beatrix had proven that yet again.

With cautious steps he continued his way alone, careful to be quiet and ready to attack or defend himself if necessary. But to his surprise and unease the corridors were empty.

Perhaps the other specialists and the monsters had been called outside where the real fight was taking place. But the lack of opponents still made Riven feel on edge. It seemed too easy.

Finally he reached the room where he could make out the group of fairies. Most of them seemed well enough. A bit raddled, scared and exhausted, but alive and unharmed.

The door squealed when he opened it and the noise echoed through the tunnels, alerting everyone who was near to his position. But nothing happened. No one came.

As fairy after fairy rushed past him, some sending grateful and relieved smiles his way, Riven scanned the room. Most were keeping their heads low and it was dark so it took him a moment, but then the realization struck him with full force.

Musa wasn’t among them. She wasn’t here.

“Hey”, he turned to one of the boys who was just marching past him, holding him back with a hand on his arm. “Have you seen Musa?”

The redhead shook his head. “She was never here.”

Riven let him go without another word, closing his eyes for a moment as his answer sank in. If Musa had been taken but never brought here, where the hell could she be?

He knew the fairies were expecting him to guide them outside, or at least somewhere safe, but he couldn’t turn away and leave. Not without her.

“Go through the East corridors. I cleared them on the way here so they should be monster free”, he quickly briefed the last one to pass him, a tall boy with brown curls. “You’re not coming with us?”, he asked surprised and Riven shook his head, his eyes already fixed on the corridors he hadn’t searched yet.

“There’s still someone I need to get.”

With that he left, his heartbeat the only sound guiding him through the darkness.

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Silent thoughts

Warnings: language (because it’s Riven duh), use of alcohol, mentions of drugs, angst, Musa needs help

Summary: It bothered him that her fairy friends had vanished and left her to herself in this goddamn bar. That it was now onto him to take care of her, so he wouldn't be the asshole who had left Musa drunk in a corner of some pub. But most of all it bothered him that it didn't actually bother him at all.

Set in 2x04 when the fairies go to the pub. Musa gets drunk to drown out her feelings regarding her powers leading indirectly to Sam leaving. Surprisingly it's Riven who sees her and takes it upon himself to help her. Because he know what it’s like to want to forget for a moment.

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Pairing: Riven x Musa

A/N: I remember this scene was the first one Musa and Riven interacted in in season 2 and even just that little moment got me so excited. I wasn’t prepared for the amazing content we got afterwards! ^^ This is my take on how differently yet similar things between Musa and Riven could have gone, if she had drowned her pain in alcohol and Riven would have found her.

Also Musa calling Riven Riv is canon and I’m screaming!!

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Of course Riven had noticed her before. He got eyes after all and Musa was undeniably hot. It was not just her fit body, high cheekbones and the dark big eyes engulfed by long lashes, but the way she carried herself. With confidence and an ease he hadn't seen from first years before.

Even with her colourful clothes and little buns she looked stunning where everyone else would have looked childish. But Riven couldn’t help and think that even accompanied by her friends, she looked out of place. Her eyes kept flickering to her surroundings, as if she was anywhere else but never there.

And then there were the headphones. If they didn’t cover her ears she wore them around her neck, always ready for her to pull on. As if she wanted to drown out the world. A feeling so familiar for him, only he chose knives, booze, the occasional drugs and hook-ups for the same effect.

Riven might have made his move at her at the party. She had worn her dark hair in two long tails and applied colourful eye make-up that made her eyes sparkle. She had been a sight to behold for sure. But then he had gotten distracted by Sky and Bloom hitting it off, by Aisha ruining his shirt and when he had looked for her again, she had been gone.

Since then she had clung to little Harvey instead, making lovestruck eyes at him every chance she got. He would have thrown up over it, if he wouldn't have been too caught up with Beatrix.

She was hot and down for fun and that was all that mattered to him. Musa was forgotten. He might have seen her around school, but he never paid much attention to her again, especially since she was friends with Tara.

Tara who hated him and who he gave new reasons for it on a daily basis. She had been his friend once. Before he had begun to escape himself by getting drunk and high or chasing other ways to satisfy his craving for more. More of everything that could distract him.

What Riven had never been prepared for was to find Musa at a pub, swaying a little in her seat as she gulped down another sip of her drink.

He had gotten her one as they had entered the pub, rambling something about taking her mind off everyone else’s emotions. She had looked unimpressed then. A little amused and unsure what to make of his words directed at her, but she had accepted it nonetheless.

Riven hadn't been there to watch her drink it as everyone else went off to do their thing. For a while he had danced with Flora, but while she was fun to be around, she had been clear about their thing never turning into more than a friendship.

Which was a banger, but nothing he couldn't handle.

And eventually he had found himself alone in the corner of the pub, debating if it was reasonable to order another drink. A part of him just wanted to let loose and enjoy his time, but another was hesitant.

Silva had been off the past days and so had been Sky. Riven suspected something was going on in the school, apart from the obvious demon named Rosalind and he didn't want to miss out on a spontaneous mission.

That was where he had found her, at the bar but hidden in a corner, her eyes fixed on the liquor in front of her. He was surprised to see neither Tara nor Flora at her side, only a blonde creeping closer towards her. Musa seemed oblivious to it.

"You wanna go somewhere else?", he asked her just as Riven got within hearing, but Musa didn't even turn her head towards him. "We would have a lot of fun together, you and I!"

Riven clenched his jaw as he saw the blonde lay his hand on her bare arm, leaning closer to her. Finally Musa looked up, her eyes wide.

"Fuck off, mate."

He didn't know who was more surprised when he stepped up; the guy, Musa or Riven himself.

"She's here with you?" Riven took another step forward, nearly grinning when he saw the guy dodge his head. "She's not here with anyone. Now lay off!" With satisfaction he watched him scramble away, his eyes following the guy until he reached the door.

With a low growl Riven turned towards the fairy, her eyes still wide as he looked at him. "You didn't need to do that", she muttered when the shock had vanished and he leaned his back against the bar, watching her.

"Is that how you fairies say thank you?", he teased with a raise of his brows and Musa let out a snort.

"Thank you." But she sounded strangely sincere when she said it, looking him straight in the eyes for a moment before she turned her attention back to her drink.

He could have left then. Could have returned to the school and pretend it had never happened. But her gaze had startled him. Because when she had looked at him, he had seen pain in her eyes.

"Yeah, not for that", he brushed it off, scanning the room once again. But he couldn't make out any of the other girls Musa was so close with.

"Shouldn't you be with your fairy friends or something?" Musa scoffed. "We don't only come in pairs, you know?"

Oh. She was witty. His lips curled up against his will and he watched her for a moment, his eyes shamelessly raking over her face. God, she was pretty. Even though she didn't make an effort she looked beautiful in the dim lights of the pub.

But he pushed the thought away. Musa wasn't someone he could take home for a night and then forget about. She was different.

Riven continued to watch her as she downed the rest of her drink, raising her hand to order another one while swaying in her seat. “You're drunk", he observed and she threw him a look.

"It's the middle of the day."

"Coming from you. Hypocritical much?" He grinned. It was a fair point. "Hey, no judgement here. I would have gotten pissed too." She angled her head at him. "What stopped you?"

He let out a breath. "Silva's been on edge the past days. I don't wanna be day drunk when he calls us in for a mission."

"That sounds...oddly responsible", she stated, not bothering to hide the surprise from her voice. He shrugged it off, not liking the way she was looking at him. Like she saw him and not the Riven she was usually keeping her distance from. The one she must have labelled as a bad influence.

"Don't want to miss out on all the fun", he told her with a wink, which earned him a grimace from her. Good. Better she looked at him with disgust than the soft eyes she had given him before.

"But I think your little friends would appreciate to have you back in one piece, don't you think?" The bartender had noticed Musa's wave now, but Riven gave him a little shake of his head. The guy froze, clearly torn.

"What do they care?" There was a bitterness in her tone he knew too well. But he had never heard it on her before. Not that he had talked to her many times before, he could count the occasions on one hand, but it still sounded wrong coming from her.

"Trouble in paradise?", he mocked, but his grin faded when Musa leaned forward, frantically waving at the bartender. She nearly fell from her chair as she did it, her face stretched into a frown from the effort.

"Whoa, shit!" He turned towards her, his arm gripping hers to stop her from ordering another drink. "I think you've had enough!"

"Let me go, Riv!" There was venom behind her eyes as she glared at him, but he didn't waver. And he noticed her nickname. Riv. Even now that she was upset, he liked the way it sounded coming from her.

They weren't friends, far from it, but the name let him forget about it for a moment. It sounded oddly endearing, even as she gazed at him with fire in her eyes. It didn't impress him at all.

"Come one. If you want to drink more, I have a bottle hidden under my bed. But let's get out of here." She eyed him warily, weighing her options. "You're disgusting if you think I'm going to-"

His eyes widened for a second before he broke into a laugh, effectively silencing her. "That's not what I'm suggesting. God, Musa, where is your head?"

He smirked as he saw her blush before sliding down her stool in a very inelegant way. But he stopped laughing when she looked at him again and he once more saw pain in her eyes.

It was all what it took to sober him up.

Musa wasn't a heavy drinker, at least not that he knew off. And she most definitely wasn't a day drinker. She didn't seem to enjoy herself either. No, she was trying to forget something. Silence her thoughts and feelings by drowning them in liquor.

Something had happened. And strangely he cared enough to wonder what it was. He wanted to know what it was.

Riven couldn't figure out where it was coming from and why it even mattered, why it mattered to him, but the truth was the thought that something was troubling her in a way that made her turn to alcohol at midday made him feel uneasy.

It bothered him not to know what it was. And it bothered him that her fairy friends had vanished and left her to herself in this goddamn bar. That it was now onto him to take care of her, so he wouldn't be the asshole who had left Musa drunk in a corner of some pub.

But most of all it bothered him that it didn't bother him. He had spent a few minutes around a mind fairy and she was already in his head. God, this day sucked.

"Come on. Let's get you out of here", he tried with a softer tone, wrapping his arm around her back to steady her. She looked at him in her stubborn way but when he didn't make a move on her, she relaxed a little and let him guide her outside.

He could smell the alcohol on her breath and she swayed a little as she walked with him, making him wonder just how much she had drunk.

"Mind telling me what it is you want to forget?" Musa gazed at him and he tipped his head at her. "I know that look", he began to explain, "you came here because something or someone made you feel like shit and you want to forget about it."

She still looked at him with her big eyes and he pointed at himself. "I know what I'm talking about. I'm literally the king of avoiding shit until it comes back to bite me in the ass."

Musa studied him and he wondered if his language bothered her. But he only saw how tired she was. "I'm nothing like you." She shook her head, but her words didn't come across as arrogant or had been meant as an insult.

She had said them in a non-judgmental way, as if she was stating facts. Perhaps she was right. At first glance he would have called anyone mad, who would have assumed they could have anything in common.

When he looked at her, he got reminded of how different they were. Where she was the sun, he was the moon. Where she was light, he was darkness. And where she was peace, he was war.

But here she was, letting him guide her as her attempt to drown her pain had left her in such a vulnerable state. Maybe they weren't so different after all, except no one cared enough to make sure he even returned to Alfea after his nights out.

Usual Riven they said. So typical.

No one gave a fuck. Or not enough to care. Just as he forgot about them, people moved on from Riven. He preferred it that way he thought. At least then he could do whatever the hell he wanted and wouldn't disappoint anyone. If they didn’t expect anything for him, at least he wouldn’t let them down.

"You sure about that? 'Cause I'm not the one drunk in the middle of the day." He raised his hand before she could snap at him, trying to calm her. "Look, I don't care about your reasons. But whatever it is, you need to get it together. Because this", he gestured to the counter where her empty glass was still standing where she had left it, "it never works. Trust me on that one."

They had reached the door and Riven held it open for her, waiting for her to pass. But her foot caught on the threshold and she fell forward. Out of reflex his hand shot out to her, holding her at her waist to keep her from falling.

"Careful there", he muttered, helping her regain her stance. "You okay?" Musa nodded quietly, her cheeks a little red. It was a sight he was starting to enjoy. To know that he could have that effect on her.

Musa hummed an answer as he closed the door behind them. He had to squint since his eyes were used to the dark atmosphere of the pub and he saw Musa close her eyes too. A tear escaped her as the sunlight hit her so directly and she wiped at it quickly.

"Shit", she muttered and only then when he looked at her face, he realized it wasn't the sunlight that had caused her eyes to water. "Musa?", he asked hesitantly, a little taken aback but worried to see her facade crumpling.

"Why do you even care?", she asked, turning away from him. Why did he? If only he knew himself. Maybe because he knew what it felt like to hurt and he didn't want her to go down the same path. It led to misery.

"Because if you don't deal with your shit, you will come back to this. And I won't always be here to pick you up."

"Is that what you’re doing?", she asked and he felt his heart skip a beat at the question. How could she have come so dangerously close to his heart? "If you ask Sky."

"But I'm asking you." She was good at this, turning it around so they were talking about him now. A part of him wanted to answer her, but the other was used to guarding his own heart.

Fuck it. Chances were she wouldn't even remember half of this in the morning.

"If I need to get my mind off things I train. But yeah, sometimes that's not enough."

Musa nodded slowly and he remembered what she had told him all those months ago. I used to be a dancer. Kinda miss being physical.

"Sam left me", she blurted out then, grimacing at herself. "Technically he didn't leave me, but he left because of who I am. My powers. It's-", she let out a sigh. "Everyone thinks they are this amazing gift. But they are a burden. Nothing good ever came out of it."

He had indeed heard of Harvey's and his son’s departure, but when he had seen Musa around school, he had assumed it had happened on good terms. She was good at it too, keeping up a facade.

But this ran even deeper than a breakup. What she was talking about, her fairy powers, was what made her who she was in this world. He could see how straining it must have been for her, feeling this way about them while living with her fairy friends and taking magic classes.

"Did you talk to the others about it?", he asked, already expecting her answer when she shook her head. "No I- they wouldn't understand."

He didn't need to ask why. His best friend was Sky, son of the great Andreas, following his legendary father’s footsteps.

"Well screw them." Musa looked up at him, startled. "Screw them all", he continued nonchalant. "This is your life and you can live it however the hell you want!" He could see her wipe at her face again, but he pretended not to see as his whole body softened. "Your powers don't define you, you know?"

Musa swallowed, avoiding his eyes. "The training- can I try it too?"

If it helps you, it might help me too, was what she didn't say but he knew she thought. He should have told her no. Should have done the responsible thing and shut her down. She should have expected to get disappointed by him.

But instead he felt his lips curl up into a smile. "You want me to give you a private lesson?", he asked and Musa scrunched up her nose. "Forget it."

"I’m messing with you. God, you're so easy." And it gave him a thrill to see her react to his words. "Just come by the training grounds when you feel like it."

He saw hesitation in her eyes as she tried to determine whether his offer was serious. "Okay", she mumbled after a moment. "Thanks Riv."

"Oh don't thank me yet. We still have to get you back to school and you're going to wake up with a killer headache tomorrow."

"I know what a hangover is like", she rolled her eyes, but he saw the hint of a smile on her face. "Believe it or not, I have been drunk before."

He pretended to be shocked, surprised by his own goofiness. "Though I remember it as more fun that this", she added and he stepped forward to guide her again.

But when his arm came around her back Musa froze. It caught him off guard, but then he noticed her looking at him. "If you tell anyone about this-", she began and although he would have taken joy in hearing her threat, he sensed this was serious to her.

"Don't worry your little secret is safe with me."

Musa looked at him for a second, as if she was trying to determine whether she could trust him. "You know, you're half as bad as I thought."

His lip curled up into a lopsided smile. She was definitely drunk. "You have been thinking about me?" Musa tried to hit him in the shoulder, but it was a weak attempt in her intoxicated state. "Grow up, Riv!" But he still saw the smile on her lips.

And suddenly a thought crossed his mind. Maybe, this time it would be different. That he wouldn’t ruin it, ruin her. Maybe this time he could be the one to piece her back together.

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imhereformr · 1 year

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For the oneshot Rivusa ‘oh you’re cold? here, take my jacket’ + FLIRT

Riven returned to the group, stepping over fallen branches and tall grass. Aisha had pointed to some flower that she thought was beautiful – a rather Flora-like thing to say in his opinion, but whatever – and, since he was the only one who’d brought a camera, he had been asked to get a shot of it. Riven wasn’t happy about it, but he’d done it. When he got to the group, the only person standing there was Musa. Brandon and Aisha – the other two who’d come on the hike with them – were nowhere to be seen.

“Where the fuck did they go?” he asked her. Musa turned to him, curiosity and confusion etching her features. He motioned to the space where the Androsi princess and Eraklyan squire had stood not two minutes earlier.

“Not sure... Maybe they’re ahead of us?”

“How did you lose people you were standing next to?” he asked, maybe a bit more harshly than he should have. “Sorry, I just...”

“No, I was distracted. The birds here sound so different. I... kind of wandered off to listen to them more closely.”

Musa’s eyes trailed off in the direction she’d gone off in as she bit her lip awkwardly. Fuck, did she have to be so cute? It was briefly debated whether they should head back down to get the others and search for Brandon and Aisha, but ultimately, they decided to head to the summit. Codatorta would kill him if he knew that Riven had forsaken his training to spend the afternoon with a girl but Riven didn’t care. This was Musa.

“I’m gonna kill Brandon when we catch up to them” he grumbled as Musa started up the mountain. And he did mean it – sort of. This hike had been his idea – he was the one who said Hey guys, let’s take a break from our all-expenses paid beach vacation to go climb a mountain. Riven had only agreed because there was only so much time he could spend in the water and just lying on the beach all day – which was Stella’s counter-suggestion – sounded incredibly dull.

Conversation with Musa was... awkward. Because of him. She was as clever and funny as always, but he seemed to find that he became even more socially awkward around her. Fuck, he was only a step or two away from being Timmy’s fumbling mess. It didn’t help that she kept asking him questions about any and everything – school, his bike, his favourite book, his thoughts on this and that, what he’d like to do after he graduated, and every little thing she seemed to think of. She laughed at jokes he was pretty sure no one but him thought were funny. What was happening?

“So, you fix most of your classes bikes?”

“Yeah. Turns out most rich people hate to get their hands dirty – who knew” he snarked.

Musa rolled her eyes at him as she laughed. “That’s really cool.”

How giddy he felt at her thinking anything about him was cool was fucking embarrassing. Riven shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked ahead of her as they came to a bend in the trail. He made sure she was close by, but walked ahead of her, stopping a few meters short of a giant rock. Musa came up beside him and swore under her breath.

The rock was as tall as Riven and easily ten times as wide. He tried to circle around it, but the rock took up the entire path; there was no way around except to climb it. He could pull himself up and lower himself back down safely, but he’d have to give Musa a boost and help her down since she couldn’t transform. All his training told him that this would be when they should turn around – if one of them got hurt climbing up or down this stupid thing, they’d have to stay alone while the other went to get help – but the idea of spending a few more hours with Musa was too enticing. Codatorta didn’t have to know.

Riven squatted down and laced his fingers together, positioning himself to boost Musa up. She raised her brow at him, but ultimately shrugged and stepped onto his hand. He lifted her until she could grab the edge of the rock and pull herself. Then he jumped to catch the ledge and pulled himself over.

When he reached the top, Musa was sitting on the edge with her legs crossed under her. She watched him stand and dust himself off with a smile. He would think she was scrutinizing him if not for the look on her face that he recognized as a friendly one.

“I didn’t know you were so strong” she commented as he helped her to her feet.

Riven froze. He was a specialist – a student at one of the most elite military schools in the dimension, that also happened to be very strict on diet and exercise regiments; obviously he was strong. Not to mention Musa was a bit more than half his size and easily half his weight. “Well, you’re not exactly heavy” he replied blankly before continuing on the path.

They reached the summit less than twenty minutes later. He had to admit it was a beautiful view. Green treetops for as far as the eye could see. On the right, the sandy white beaches of the resort realm marked the border between the green of the forests and the crystal blue of the ocean, now tinted with oranges and reds from the setting sun.

Musa stepped into his line of sight and suddenly the trees were greener, the sky was vibrant shades of pink and orange and gold, the breeze felt warmer on his face, and he felt like such a loser for letting her have that effect on him. He let himself watch her as she took a seat on the ground. She looked back at him with a bright smile and patted the ground beside her. He took the seat and found himself increasingly aware of how close she was as their knees brushed and she leaned towards him to grab some of the snacks he’d packed. They ate in silence until he spoke.

“I wonder where the fuck Brandon and Aisha went. I swear if they somehow ended up going off the trail, I actually will murder him” he said, wanting to have something – anything – else to think about. He had a gorgeous view in front of him, but all he could seem to focus on was her and the way she pushed the hair that was blowing in her face away and the way she smiled at the scenery. “He should know better. Just because he passed a wilderne-”

“I’m pretty sure they headed back to camp.”

Riven whipped his head towards Musa, who seemed completely unbothered by the idea that they’d been abandoned by their friends. “What?”

“Yeah, I saw them run downhill when we lost them.”

“Why would they?”

Musa froze. She blinked away her confusion and seemed to consider her words. Even then, they came out awkward and stilted. “Because... well... we... you know.”

Riven tensed. He could feel the heat climbing up his neck, flushing his cheeks. This was the first time either of them had mentioned whatever it was they had going on. He knew he was basically – well, not basically, probably actually – in love with her. The fact that he managed to have coherent thoughts around her was a miracle because she made him feel like his brain was up in the clouds. As much as Brandon insisted Musa felt the same – conversations that were had against Riven’s will – he just couldn’t seem to believe it. She was... amazing and he was just Riven; constantly fighting for his place, making up for his faults, fucking up. She deserved better.

Musa shivered and wrapped her arms around her torso, rubbing her biceps to warm herself. Riven reached into his backpack and pulled out the Red Fountain sweatshirt he’d haphazardly thrown in just in case. He held it out to her, but she refused.

“Musa, you’re cold. Take the sweater.”

At his insistence, she took the sweater and pulled it over her head. The sweater was already a bit big on him, so Musa completely drowned in it. Seeing the way she smiled down at the sweater, a faint red painting her cheeks, lit a spark of hope in him – an echoed thought that maybe Brandon was on to something.

“You saw them go down the trail? You’re certain?”

“Completely, yeah” she confirmed.

Riven took a breath. He knew what he wanted to ask, but it left him horrifyingly vulnerable. Suggesting they go find the two morons who had deserted them would’ve been a lot easier, but Codatorta always said specialists didn’t take the cowards way. “So why did you suggest we go up?”

“To spend time with you” she answered immediately. Her eyes went wide. It was the most forward either of them had ever been; it took Riven by surprise even if it was along what he was hoping for as an answer. “And I mean, that view” she added awkwardly, motioning to the expanse of beauty.

“It’s great, yeah” Riven agreed, realising with sudden horror that he would need to answer her admission. He leaned back on his hands, trying to figure out how exactly to say I’m glad you did without sounding like a love-struck loser. “This is great... You know, I used to sleep under the stars all the time as a kid. I stopped around the time I was 12, but... I kinda miss it sometimes.”

Riven didn’t add that it was because he was homeless or that it stopped when he was 12 because that was when Saladin took him in and enrolled him in military school, housing him during the summer and holidays. Those details weren’t important. Maybe one day he would tell her, but today was not that day. He didn’t even know why he’d said it. Musa was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to say something else and it had just tumbled out. He did actually miss it sometimes; he liked looking at the night sky.

“We can probably camp out here tonight. We’ve got enough food and water” Musa suggested.

It sounded enticing, he wasn’t going to lie. Spending the night under the stars with her sounded like a dream; having her be the first thing he sees instead of the first thing he thinks of sounded even better. The idea of sleeping under the stars in general sounded nice too. Sleeping on this damn rock, though... “And what are we gonna sleep on?”

Musa paused. She looked around them, the realization that they'd both wake in pain and then need to trek all the way back down evident on her face. “There’s grass over there. You can use your sweater as a pillow, and I can use...” she paused again, the formerly faint pink on her cheek turning a full-blown red. “- you.”

“As...” He paused to find the word he wanted. Even if there was something between them, he didn’t know how she would react to him using the word heavenly to describe spending a night cuddled up to her. “- great as that sounds, we really should get back to camp. We have to make sure Aisha and Brandon made it back safely.”

Musa’s smile fell. He understood the disappointment; he wanted to stay even if it meant waking with a neck and back so sore it would kill him to walk back to camp. He could only risk having Codatorta kill him for so much, though. It was enough that he'd deserted his squad mate when he lost him to finish a hike with a girl, but to spend the night without protection (of the weapon kind, he reminded himself) while he still didn't have visual confirmation Brandon and Aisha were okay... Codatorta would behead him and hang his head at the entrance to his classroom as a reminder.

Reluctantly, she started to pack up their bags, mumbling that they should be heading back down since the sun was setting. Riven knew she was right, but he still hated it. A few more minutes - hours - without Musa being pulled away by her friends would've been nice. He slowly got up, insisting that she keep the sweater when she started to pull it off. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes, even he could see that.

"I was thinking of taking a walk along the water tomorrow" he lied. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind until just that second.

“That sounds nice” she answered sweetly, but completely void of any enthusiasm.

He took a nervous breath. “Maybe... you want to come with me?”

Her entire face lit up at the suggestion. Riven felt like his heart could explode she was so fucking cute. As terrifying as the feeling was, he realised that he liked it. He liked how warm it made him feel, and he thought that maybe (potentially, probably definitely) falling in love with her wouldn't be so bad.

#Well this ended up longer than I expected #winx club #winx #winx musa #winx riven #Rivusa #musa x riven #Prompt #Oneshot #Unedited as usual so please let me know if you see major mistakes

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imhereformr · 1 year

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I want to spend the rest of my life waking up next to you and [cup] for riven and Musa maybe? If requests are still open

Riven grumbled as he curled into himself, pulling the blanket up to his chest. The bright early morning sun filtered through the window onto his face, waking him far earlier than he’d like. He silently cursed himself for opening the curtains when he’d woken up yesterday morning, and then forgetting to close them before he left.

It was all Brandon’s fault. He’d called as Riven was stepping out of the shower, reminding him that they had errands to run for Bloom and Sky’s engagement party. Riven had completely forgotten about it, so he hauled ass and rushed out the door.

The errands took the entire day. It was close to 8pm when they’d dropped everything off at the couple’s apartment. Riven stopped at some dive bar on the way home, letting the rest of the guys go home to their girlfriends and wives. He was sitting at the bar, halfway through his second drink when someone asked if the seat beside him was taken. He told himself he’d imagined it – that voice had only existed in two places for the last seven years: in his dreams and on the radio. He shouldn’t finish the drink.

“Riven? Can I sit?” she asked again. She was there. She was real. She knew he recognized her voice; she had to. He nodded yes, not trusting his voice.

Musa sat beside him, looking every bit as beautiful as he remembered. The conversation was forced and awkward. At first. And then someone dropped a drink and Riven made some stupid sarcastic comment that had made her laugh. He loved her laugh. He'd missed her laugh. Soon enough they were joking and talking like they hadn’t been apart all those years.

Some combination of the alcohol and her presence had made him lose his mind. There’d been a lull in the conversation, and he’d looked at her and said: “I miss you.”

The shocked expression came and went in the blink of an eye. She looked at her glass, then at the bar while Riven held his breath hoping that he would die on the spot to avoid the discomfort of her saying she’d moved on. It had been years; of course she'd moved on.

He'd looked away. It was too much. He thought of leaving, of excusing himself, dropping a 20 on the counter and fucking off. But then he’d felt her hand slide over his and squeeze. When he’d finally found the courage to look at her, she was making that adorable face she made when she was trying really hard not to cry. “I miss you too” she replied in a whispered tone so low he’d almost missed it. As it was, he'd had to focus really hard to make out the words, giving him only a second to react before her lips were on his.

The rest of the night was a blur. A quick cab ride where they’d held hands giddily like lovestruck teenagers until Musa’s hand had slid out of his and up his thigh until she was rubbing his leg, stopping just short of groping him; she was teasing him and he was loving it. Once they reached his apartment - the nearer one - she pulled him in like she owned the place. Her lips, her skin, her hands, her voice clouded his mind as they made love and fucked over and over, making up for lost time. They’d cuddled after they were done and Riven fell into the most blissful sleep he’d ever had.

Now that the morning had come, he was scared to turn around. He didn’t know what daylight and sobriety would bring, and he was so desperate to keep her for as long as he could. What if she regretted last night? What if she told him she was already with someone else? What if she was gone? Losing her was painful enough the first time even if it was necessary; he didn’t think he could bear having been so close and losing her again.

But then the bed shifted, and he could breathe again. Musa’s arm wrapped around his waist and her lips kissed his back as Musa cuddled up to him. “G’morning” she mumbled sleepily, pushing herself closer to him.

Riven turned under her arm to face her. He didn’t try to contain the smile on his face as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer until their every limb was intertwined. Musa sighed happily as she snuggled her face into his chest. “I’ve missed this” she told him.

“Me too” he whispered, planting a kiss on her head.

Musa looked up at him, smiling brightly as she met his eyes. He held her gaze, wishing he could stay in that moment forever. When they were younger, Musa had been his safe haven; his shelter when the demons that ravaged his mind became unbearable. She was his biggest supporter; his most loyal confidant; his best friend. He knew he missed her - a lot - but he hadn’t realised how much until he’d looked at her this morning.

He brought his hand up to brush her hair back, letting it slide down to cup her cheek. Musa leaned into his hand with a warm smile that made him feel like he was eighteen and falling in love again. He lowered his hand to her chin, using it to lift her lips to his.

"What's got you looking so happy?" Musa teased when they pulled apart. Riven's already wide smile widened more.

"I wish I could wake up like this every morning" he told her, moving his hand up to brush his thumb along her cheek.

"Pushed to the edge of your bed because I take up all the space?"

"With you. Where and how doesn't matter."

Musa looked at him with twinkling eyes and a bashful smile. She pulled him in for a kiss that made his heart flutter. He lost himself in her; her lips, her eyes, her touch, her voice. She was the most wonderful kind of lost. Where every turn led to an incredible discovery: a new facet of the woman he loved. He would happily wander her forever if she would have him.

Musa smiled into the kiss before pulling away. “I like the sound of that.”

#winx club #winx #winx musa #winx riven #rivusa #prompt #oneshot

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Rivusa and “you look pretty when you smile” or “I could spend 1000 lifetimes staring into your eyes) + DANCE pls hehe (it’s giving end of season 2 party ngl😭 I always wished they had a conversation to define their relationship/ some dialogue during their dance to give a good resolution to their arc throughout the season but oh well)

How about s3 Eraklyon ball instead?

The band chose a slow song. Couples, decked out in elaborate dress that made Riven feel out of place, took to the dance floor hand in hand. He watched them twirl around. Their bright, loving smiles grated at his heart. He hated how happy they seemed; he hated that he wasn’t one of them.

His eyes pushed past the dancers. On the other side of the Eraklyon’s grand ballroom sat three girls; two of them talking animatedly, the third looking as dejected as he felt. Musa watched the dancers, not seeming to care about whatever Aisha and Flora were discussing. She looked so sad it made him hate himself.

They’d had another fight that morning. That was all they seemed to do. Fights would be followed with make up sex, and then they’d move on as if the fight had never even happened. He was tired of doing the same dance over and over, but anytime he tried to talk about it, the words died in his throat and Musa shut down. He always thought the hard part would be getting the girl, but keeping her was proving to be even harder.

Riven stood up, moving through the crowd with surprising ease. Musa looked up at him sadly, uncertainly, when he reached her. Beside her, Aisha glared daggers at him while Flora offered him an apologetic smile. No doubt both of them had heard them yelling at each other – the five of them, including Helia, were sharing a guest suite. Heck, he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole palace or, even then, the whole capital city had heard them. Musa was loud in most things she did, and that included arguments. And Riven, fucking moron that he was, matched her volume and intensity.

“Can we...” he started, motioning his head towards the hall. Aisha started to spit out some undoubtedly vicious and hateful words, but Musa motioned her quiet.

The musical fairy stood and led him out without a word. She stopped in a deserted hallway a few minutes later. He had no idea where they were – all of the hallways in the palace looked the same: beige with gaudy burgundy drapery. They were far enough that the sounds of the party were just a background noise.

She turned to face him. Any words he wanted to say, unsurprisingly, failed him when he looked at her. Riven had never been good at knowing how people were feeling and often found himself misreading their facial expressions, so he’d made a point of memorizing Musa. He knew the faces she made when she thought something was stupid or shocking; he knew the way she laughed when she was uncomfortable and when she was genuinely enjoying herself; the way her eyes flashed and nostrils flared when she was angry; and the way her face relaxed when she was content and at peace. Right now, what he knew about her told him that she was trying very hard not to fall apart. Her arms wrapped around her body, fingers clenching at the delicate red fabric of her dress causing bunching that he was pretty sure would leave wrinkles in the material.

He’d fucked up so badly. He didn’t even remember what had started the stupid fight just that it had led to him saying some pretty fucked up things to her; angry, spiteful words that she’d thrown back with just as much ferocity. They’d probably have kept slinging insults at each other – Gods knew they were both competitive enough to not want to be the first to back down – but Flora had stepped in. By stepped in he meant that Flora had used the potted plants in their suite to literally pull them apart and cover their mouths until they’d agreed to stop. When Flora had let them go, Musa had wordlessly turned towards their shared room and closed the door. Riven had had to ask Flora to get his suit.

They stood in the hallway wordlessly. He should apologise – he needed to apologise – but the words kept getting stuck. Did she regret what she’d said as much as he did? Were the words getting caught in her throat too? Their eyes met and Riven swore his heart stopped. She looked like she was seconds from melting down into tears and, as bad as he was with emotions in general, he became sixty million times worse when tears came into the equation.

Before she could cry or he could react, Musa launched herself at him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she buried her face in his chest and began to cry. All he could think to do was wrap his arms around her and even that felt awkward. He waited silently until her tears subsided. Her grip on his waist didn’t loosen though.

“I’m sorry” she whispered into his chest. Riven had barely heard the words, but he didn’t care. A grand apology wasn’t needed. He was sorrier than she could ever imagine; that she even apologised was more than he needed to hear. Riven bent his head down and rested his cheek against the crown of her head. He turned his face to place a kiss, and then returned to resting his cheek. They stood like that, holding each other in silence as the party picked up across the palace.

Musa pulled away a few minutes later and took a seat against the wall. Riven joined her on the floor, where Musa entwined her hand with his. He kept their hands in his lap, running his thumb over hers. He loved the way her hand fit with his – like it was made to be there. The song changed three times before Riven broke the silence.

“We need to talk about this when we get back to Magix.” He surprised himself with the maturity he was demonstrating at that moment because talking about it sounded like a goddamn nightmare. Any other time he would tell people to send him back to the Cloud Tower dungeons with Darcy’s fucking illusions before he willingly talked about his feelings. But this was Musa. And this was risking losing her. After all he’d had to overcome to even admit to having feelings for her, he wasn’t going to let her go because of one difficult conversation.

“I know.” She squeezed his hand, nearly cutting off his circulation. “Do you think we’re gonna end up breaking up?”

He lifted his eyes in surprise. Musa was staring at their hands in his lap, worry etching her beautiful face. He hated that she even had to worry about that. There was no doubt in his mind that if they were ever to break up, it would be her call. “I hope not” he replied honestly.

A couple passed through the far-right hall, laughing loudly in their drunken stupor. Riven realised that, in the moment, he’d forgotten where they were and that they were supposed to be at a joyous event – Eraklyon's Millenium Celebration.

Riven stood, offering Musa his hand. She took it, letting him help her to her feet. Musa started back to the party but Riven kept her hand in his and stopped her. “Dance with me?” he asked, pausing so she could hear the slow, romantic song that the band was playing.

The smile that spread across her features was so radiant it could fuel a major city. She wrapped her arms around his neck, foolishly letting him take the lead as they swayed to the music. He couldn’t help but smile like an idiot when he looked at her. He knew they weren’t in the best place, but she hadn’t given up on him yet and that was enough to keep him hopeful despite his generally pessimistic outlook.

When the music ended, they kept dancing. He was much happier here, just the two of them in their own world where they could pretend nothing was wrong. Musa laughed when she realised he wasn’t stopping with the music – a real, genuine joyful laugh.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile” he told her before he could think the words through properly. Gods he sounded like fucking Helia, but apparently Musa loved it because she smiled even more. Even when they headed back to the party, she kept that gorgeous smile on her face. Through twelve more songs and six boring speeches; Musa kept smiling until disaster struck but Riven chose to ignore that part.

#winx club #winx #winx musa #winx riven #fanfiction #Rivusa #Season 3 #Winx season 3 #musa x riven #Oneshot #Unedited

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