#Farah Dowling x Saul Silva

[rxnefairs]

[faytalepsy]

Untethered

First artwork for my HEX gift this season!

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[expectiations]

I can't do without you (Saul Silva, 2022).

[inlovewithfairies]

I'm trying to raise funds for an adventure*, anyone want to commision a fic?

I promise in the last 3 years my writing got way better.

* I do have a day job but bruh our economy is baaaaad these days

[myalchod]

When she raises hers in return, all she can feel beneath it is cold unbroken glass. Investigating strange magic leaves Farah and Saul trapped on opposite sides of a mirror, with time ticking down while they try to unravel its secrets.

The first chapter of a multipart fill for @winxsource's WIPs and Chains event. You can thank @faytalepsy for the promise of an eventual happy ending, and @anne-in-dreamland for letting me screech at her.

[simplytheevebest]

Farah the Fern AU

Chapter 8: Farah's giving Saul the silent treatment.

So I'm in the shower this morning and my brain said "haha what if you wrote something for Farah the Fern" and I said "wouldn't that be nice, if only I had the inspiration" and my brain said "jot this down" and I damn near rushed out of there with soap still in my hair because when the muse talks, you listen, quick.

So we all collectively lost our minds at those photos of Eve in Mexico right? The hair, the dress, the vibe, it's everything. I'm gonna scream.

Farah the Fern Masterlist

“Farah please.”

Saul’s been kneeling on the floor so long he’s either lost feeling or he’s numb to the ache. He’d paced a bit earlier, but wasn’t sure if that came across more aggressive, his towering over her like that. So instead he kneels before the coffee table, devoted and apologetic for whatever sin he’s committed. The fern is unresponsive, not a twitch of leaves to show she’s listening, nor even the re-furling of the fronds to show she’s not. She hasn’t turned into a cactus though, which Saul takes as a good sign. He just wishes he knew what he’d done to get the silent treatment.

“I’ll make it up to you if only you tell me what I’m trying to make up,” Saul pleads. He’s not above begging, not when it’s Farah. Maybe asking is part of the problem, maybe this is one of those “you should know why you’re apologizing” issues, and his ignorance is fuel to the fire of her ire.

“I’m sorry, for whatever it is. I didn’t mean it. Or I do mean it, whichever makes you less mad,” Saul tries, knowing he’s either digging himself deeper into a hole, or out: either way, he’s digging.

“What are you doing?”

Saul turns his head to the door, where Farah leans against the frame, arms folded loosely around her middle.

“I’m trying to figure out why you’re mad at me,” Saul answers automatically, then does a double takes, stands so abruptly his cramping legs fail him. He knocks into the coffee table and almost knocks over the not-Farah fern, then is forced to clutch at the nearest armchair, pins and needles lancing up and down the numb appendages. He rubs at them, twisting his neck up to look at her, standing there with her lips pressed thin together and her eyes lit with mirth, then back to the unresponsive fern on the table almost accusingly.

“How long have you been talking to that fern?” Farah asks, and she’s not even trying to hide the tremulous undercurrent of laughter in her tone.

“Depends, how long have you not been a fern?”

“Since this morning,” Farah steps fully into the room, “The girls wanted my opinion on something and I had some magic reserved so I thought I’d make a day of it.”

“‘Bout that long then,” Saul says a little sheepishly, “I thought you were just ignoring me, I got back from the morning training and you- er, it wouldn’t respond to me.”

“And I thought we’d spend a pleasant afternoon together, I never dreamed I’d find you enthralled by another plant. Should I be offended, or jealous?” Farah teases, coming to stand close enough she can straighten the wrinkled lines of his shirt. Unnecessary, because it’s just a t-shirt, not some nice buttoned up thing he has to worry about the appearance of. But she does this, or she’s been doing this, finding little excuses to initiate physical contact when she’s back to her old self. Saul knows she misses it, when she’s not her old self.

“Neither, your fronds are nicer,” Saul teases back, and Farah bats at his chest with a tsk. He reaches up to toy with a bit of her hair: it’s been a while since she’s stood before him like this, and the caramel has lightened to more of a butterscotch.

“Your hair’s lighter,” Saul comments, and Farah huffs.

“I think I’ve been getting too much sun.”

“I like it,” Saul grins and leans in a little, not enough, but clear in his intent, “How much longer have you got?”

“At least until tomorrow morning,” Farah answers; she slides her arms around his neck in a practiced, easy motion at the same time Saul steps closer, hands on her hips.

“Good, clearly I’ve got to make up for lost time.”

“You sure it’s me you want to spend time with? Not your other fern friend?” Farah teases and Saul kisses the tip of her nose; she scrunches it in response.

“You’re the only fern for me,” Saul retorts and Farah bursts out laughing.

[pandora2023]

After a year (almost) I finally made a sequel to Self Punishment.

Summary: Farah is forced to attend Sky's fifteenth birthday celebration but things go wrong when Sky receives a gift that makes him question things from the past.

Farah finished wrapping Sky's gift and then held a portrait with a small bow in her hands for a long time. It had taken her a while to find a picture of the three of them together, even though she and Saul were always taking care of Sky when he was a baby it was rare that the two of them were together mainly because Saul avoided being alone with her, but there were times when they all got together for the kids to play and Ben had taken these opportunities and captured them in a few photographs.

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[ragana62]

Fictober Day 16

Today I've got nobody to blame for this new fandom but myself, and my undying love of Eve Best that will make me watch anything at all to see her do cool shit, ideally in leather, but I'm not exactly picky. For @flufftober day 16's "Yes, No, Maybe" prompt, we've got a little Fate: the Winx Saga action going on, with a little slightly domestic, slightly action/adventure, definitely emotional Saul/Farah.

[eves-da-best]

A crack fic for the ages 😂 Ready?

AU: Farah’s a famous exotic dancer in Las Vegas and a well-known, high-profile individual nationally. She’s currently dating an American sports icon. Saul is a New Yorker, in Las Vegas for his bachelor party. He and his bffs Andreas and Ben end up in the exclusive club where Farah works. That night and in the days to follow, the plot (unsurprisingly) thickens, both hilariously and chaotically. 

Oh, the shenanigans.

This is insane 😂

[rivusa]

happy hex, @noomieeagle !!!!!!!!!!! hope you like this!!!! (2)

[rxnefairs]

HAPPY BELATED @myalchod!!! This is partly a birthday fic but also a look it’s the AU neither of us thought would ever be written fic.

[faytalepsy]

Unwoven - Silrah

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61767922

Happy HEX to the wonderful @myalchod !! I was so happy to be your secret HEX anon this year so I hope you enjoy this gift, that slightly escalated in volume haha!

Planning to post the other artworks separately eventually but you can enjoy them on Ao3 already!

[expectiations]

Farah: How are the specialists performing? Saul: They could use more training. Farah: Training which you’re supposed to provide. Saul: Oh, that kind of training.

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

Farah & Bloom / Saul & Sky parallel

[myalchod]

Kiss prompt: Silrah + nr 36

Why hello there, neglected inbox! I'm so sorry I've been ignoring you. And I'm so sorry it took me freaking forever to write this one, Hillie -- hope you enjoy it! 💙

36. a kiss to give up control - [ also on AO3 ]

He watches as she paces the length of her office. The sound is so familiar he could play it from memory: heels a precise click against the wood, muffling slightly as she steps onto the carpet, then sharp once more before she reaches her desk, pivoting to start the process again. He knows exactly why she’s doing it — this only happens when she’s worked up about something — and he knows why just as well. How could he not, when he knows that today will deliver news that could change everything?

A year ago, this would have been alien to them both — but a year ago their world had not yet shattered. So much has changed; he need only look at her to see that made manifest, the elaborate twisted hairstyles and sleekly professional dresses she wears far more reminiscent of Solaria’s monarch than Alfea’s former headmistress. They suit her, but he wonders how much of her decision was born of distancing herself from Rosalind’s shadow. For such a small woman, their general still looms large over them all.

“What time is it?”

“Two minutes since you asked last.” He stretches out his legs, ignoring the glare she shoots him when he tucks one booted foot against the edge of the low coffee table. It’s good to know he can still get under her skin, but it’s better to find glimpses of his fairy underneath the put-together woman who has served out the year as Alfea’s interim headmistress. He knows she wants this; they’ve talked about it, after all, the two of them alone and also together with Ben, and Farah has made it clear this isn’t just about warding the place where they’d imprisoned Rosalind. Sometimes he thinks he knew how much Alfea called her before she did, when the Farah of before had been so intent on following in Rosalind’s footsteps and proving herself a hardened soldier. But even if she has not admitted it to herself, he can see how much she cares; why else would the decision they sit her awaiting leave her as twisted into knots as she is?

Click, click, and back to carpet-muffled thuds. She stops before him this time; he tips his head back, offers her reassurance along with a smile, watches the corners of her mouth twitch upward for a moment before she sighs once again, tucking an errant strand back behind her ear. “How can you be so calm?”

“Because we’ve done all we can. Either Luna holds up her side of this bargain and we have nothing to worry about, or she doesn’t and it becomes her headache.” The reality is not nearly as simple, when leaving runs the risk of Rosalind walking free after all of their efforts, but he doesn’t think the Solarian monarch is blind to the risks that would pose. She and Farah may have their own fraught history, but she’s not an idiot, and only an idiot could ignore the danger Rosalind Hale poses, knowing what they all now know.

She looks at him for a long moment, but says nothing before she resumes pacing. Saul sighs and leans his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes and listening to the sound. There is still, by his calculations, the better part of a half-hour before the board will finish, and he’s pretty sure she’s going to wear a groove into the floor before then. And while, if he’s being honest, he’s not quite sanguine about the outcome of the meeting taking place right now, he’s better at hiding it — and better at admitting that they’ve done all they can at this point.

The knot of anxiety in his head pulls tighter with each step. The impact of her heels sets his nerves vibrating in response. If he doesn’t do something soon, one or the other of them may well burst, and so he pushes to his feet, glancing at his watch as he does.

Thirty-seven minutes.

She pulls to an abrupt stop when he plants himself in her path, eyes narrowing. When she shifts her weight to one side he reaches up, hands curling around her arms as he steps in close, closer, until her back fetches up against the bookcase and her chin tips back to look at him. “Saul, what —”

His lips against hers steal the rest of her words. For a moment she stiffens, surprise rather than protest, but when he pulls back just slightly her mouth chases his own until he tuts out a warning.

“Pretty sure in thirty-six minutes you’re gonna be the one in charge. Until they tell us, it’s my turn.”

Her eyes widen for a moment before she laughs, something soft and fond, and leans back against the shelf. “Go on, then, headmaster. Do your worst.”

The twist of nerves is still there in the bond, though, the tension still coiling tight inside her; if he released her, he is certain she would start pacing again. But just because he’s aware of how time is ticking down doesn’t mean he won’t take up the challenge of making her forget the meeting — and everything else he possibly can — in the time left them, and as he nips at her lower lip, the moan she breathes into his mouth only spurs him on.

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[simplytheevebest]

Farah Dowling/Saul Silva - Another World

I'm fine 🥲 I miss them. Amazing amazing amazing job as always @eves-da-best , silver linings to ice storms huh? 😂 I absolutely adore this and you and them ❤️❤️❤️