#Headmaster silva

[queenwhoneverwasx]

Eve Best as Farah Dowling I Fate: The Winx Saga S1 - S2

I was meant to post this when the one anniversary of season 2 dropped but life happened. (Little bit of a rant coming just fyi)

So the show got cancelled (boo!) and well, this happened. I have to admit this one really hurt. Ugh. I knew this was a possibility since Eve was working on HOTD and schedules were tough especially since they were still protocols to follow. But the writing of it all just made it ten times worse.

At least we got to say goodbye to her in a way in the show, and I know that hug was not only for Bloom but for all of us in this corner of the fandom, the ones who flooded Bryan and Fate's insta accounts with the hashtag 'bringfarahback', I just know they did all of this to give us some sort of closure and while it wasn't what most of us (certainly not me lol) expected at least we got to hear her as Farah one more time.

While I did enjoyed some aspects of S2 (mostly Terra and the fact that we got to see Rob and Ken more on screen) and saw improvements from the first one, sometimes it did feel like a different show than what we first saw. I was left kinda disappointed with the way they handled some characters and their storylines. Sam? What was that?

And don't even get me started on Saul's lack of reaction towards Farah?! I won't ever understand it. And I'm not saying this because I am a shipper but the woman that you fought alongside for years, was friends with for decades died and gave us absolutely nothing? Not a single reaction? Ok. (I have a headcanon to explain this otherwise it just hurts my soul lol)

And hello? The fact that the season was meant to have one more episode and it was scrapped?

It's like they couldn't figure out if they wanted to go full on with this version of the show or go full cartoon version or a mix of both and the result of it is what we got. I really hope that the fans of the cartoon get what they want from a live action soon.

But hey, I got attached to this group of magic fairies (and their teachers lol) and I do miss them.

I could talk about this for hours, but I'm gonna stay with all the positive this show gave me, which is some pretty cool people I got to talk to and fangirl with and all those months we spent theorizing and talking about our favorite trio. When I say I love our corner of the fandom I really do mean it.

PS: I was sure that if the show kept going she would've of come back one way or another, maybe in a future season. But hey, she will be alive and well in all of our fics :)

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[skloomdumpster]

If shaggy hair Silva has a million haters, i'm one of them. If shaggy hair Silva has one hater, then I'm THAT ONE. If shaggy hair Silva has no haters, that means I'm dead.

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Everywhere I go leads me back to you”

Farah Dowling x Female Specialist Reader

wc : 3000+

cw : smoking cigarettes // soulmate identifying marks // not actually unrequited love but kind of an ambiguous ending

i’m currently in my eve best brain-rot era and this is just a little something to blow off steam before i continue brainstorming for rhaenys. there is an awful lack of rhaenys x female reader stories, so if you are in need of some just like i am, you can come yell your ideas at me. farah breadcrumbs are welcomed too 🤲🏻

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There is a terrible ache dancing along your legs, pain faintly pulsing across the plane of your back. Behind the security of your palm shielding the unruly breeze, the cigarette which hangs between your lips is ignited by a spark from the lighter, made only brighter by a breath that you subsequently inhale. It burns your throat, but in a way that you are well accustomed to unlike the vexing agony that has found home on your body as of late.

This sensation, one that breeds irritation, is nothing akin to the pleasant soreness that you are used to feeling after every training session during your time in the Solarian Army. While, in the past, you go to bed satisfied despite your aching limbs, an indication to a day purposefully spent, now you brood over the state of your body. It is, after all, one of the telltale signs that you are not in your pristine condition, which has also brought you to once again roam these grounds that you have so intimately known and walked to begin with.

Getting severely maimed during a mission has led to you getting temporarily dismissed from your duties. Rather than taking leave as is suggested to you, you have instead requested to be sent to Alfea, your former school, to both recuperate and share your combat expertise with the students as a temporary instructor, not being entirely too thrilled at the idea of wallowing in bed-rest after days of rigorous trainings to hone your skills, or perhaps if you are to be unabashedly honest, out of a profound yearning of your heart.

A chuckle bubbles in your chest, bitter, tinged with self-mockery. It is with an exhale of breath that you distract yourself, expelling the uninvited thoughts along with a cloud of smoke that escapes through your nose, through the crack of your lips, and they swirl around your head. After taking a final, languid drag of the cigarette, you toss it to the ground, effectively dousing it with the heel of your boot.

You are in desperate need of a drink, preferably alcoholic, but given that work is in progress, not to mention a class that you have to supervise alongside Headmaster Silva at hand, you opt for something less strong. About a couple of minutes later, you find yourself in the staff lounge. With professors busy at this time of day teaching their respective classes, the room is empty, and you walk to the counter to brew yourself a nice, hot cup of coffee.

The aroma of freshly ground beans is rich, but richer still is the perfumed air that pleasantly tickles your nose. It smells of books, of sunny afternoons, of jasmines in full bloom, of a love left buried.

“You reek of cigarettes.”

At the familiar voice, amused rather than displeased, that spreads over you like a warm blanket, you cannot help but let loose a little grin, recalling many a time during your school years when you have suffered an earful from the woman herself for your misbehaviours.

“If you’re going to reprimand me for it, you should have known better by now, Headmistress, that it’s no use trying.”

“Even the mountains will eventually crumble, will they not?”

Amusement tugs on one corner of Headmistress Dowling’s lips by the time you turn to face her. She gestures to you with a small tilt of her head. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

“Coffee? I just brewed some.”

“Please.”

After pouring the freshly-brewed coffee into two porcelain cups, you put sugar and a splash of milk into one cup while keeping the other black. You carry them to where the Headmistress has seated herself on a nearby couch, handing the sweetened one to her.

“Here it is, my lady.” Your playfulness earns you an eye roll. “A cube of sugar and a splash of milk if I remember correctly.”

With a delicacy that you are sure only she possesses, she cradles the cup in her hands with a whispered “Thanks.”

“You remember correctly.” A blossom of a smile grows on her lips, beautiful and dizzying, but the soft tummy-butterflies inducing moment is abruptly eclipsed by the pain that suddenly flares across you ribcage.

Try as you may, you fail to rein in your emotions it seems, for one moment, the mind fairy is sitting, and the next, she is on her feet, the cup hastily discarded on the table. Her hands are poised to steady you should you falter on your feet. You stop her with a gesture of a hand, a chuckle freed from your throat as a sorry excuse of a reassurance. Although unconvinced, she makes no further moves, says nothing, only quietly observing you with her eyes as you move to sit on the other side of the couch. She retakes her seat.

“How are you finding your new job so far?”

“It’s…different. Slower than what I’m used to in the army. But the students are eager to learn and-” You take a sip of your coffee, chance a glance at her, and see that she is taking a delicate sip from her own cup. “-it’s good to be back here.”

As much as you like to believe that the last part of your confession is the product of it, the more logical part of you argue that it is the mention of her students that has her wearing a ghost of a smile, pleased.

“They are, aren’t they? And they’re fortunate to have someone with your experience as their instructor.”

After a beat, she adds. “And…how are you faring?”

The question has you hesitating for a moment, not wanting to appear weak, but nothing will come of lying to a mind fairy, much less someone who bears your name, the mark of your soul on her body.

“Recovering. Slowly. But it’s hard to stay still after being on the front lines.”

“I understand. Sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves.”

Her face is unreadable, a masterful deceit, but you suspect there are hidden depths to her words.

“Last I recall, you weren’t a fan of coffee.”

It is with her own words that you begin your response. “You recall correctly, but many a white night has left me relying on it. And I’ve grown rather fond of its company.”

She levels you with a reproachful lift of a brow.

“You consume coffee, black I might add, because you can’t sleep? Aren’t you going around in circles?”

“I need it to keep me alert. Also, in case you forgot, I’m no longer your student, Headmistress.” Your reply comes out more venomous than you have intended it to, years of bottled up emotions suddenly coming to a boil.

“That doesn’t mean I’ve cared for you any less.”

Although the confession is but a murmured breath, the force of it is colossal against you, filling your mind with what-ifs upon what-ifs. With an exhale and a squeeze of your eyes, you hurriedly stand, a string of words fleeing your lips as you leave the room in a haste.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a class to teach.”

The brain may forget but the heart always remembers. She has eyes the colour of rich honey, brown at first sight but drenched in sunlight, swirls of greens and specks of oranges dance and mingle, a beautiful, enchanting lake that makes you want to drown in it. Although she carries herself with an authority as befits a Headmistress, her students matter to her above all else. She cherishes her job to a fault, so much so that once upon a time, she has simply dismissed the soul tie that you share without so much as batting an eyelid.

The class passes in a blur. You guide, you demonstrate, you regale them with tales of your battles all the while drowning in your own memories. Even as the last class of the day is dismissed and dusk sets in, you remain on the training grounds, practicing, fighting imaginary opponents, in hopes of giving your mind something else to focus on, which you find to be failing miserably.

From the very first moment you have met her all those years ago on your first day of school, there has been an inexplicable connection, a feather-light touch of magic that softly caresses your skin. “Sup.” has been your very first words to her, admittedly not the most ideal greeting of a new student to her Headmistress. A look is all she gives you, unimpressed, understandably so, and given that your class is mainly supervised by Headmaster Silva, you seldom cross paths with her after that. On rare occasions when you do cross paths however, despite your greetings, she refuses to acknowledge you as though you are invisible to her.

And finally, finally, when she decides you worthy enough to grace you with her words, it has been to scold you. On that fateful day, you have been standing on the sidelines as two of your classmates are locked in a fight on the platform. It just so happens to be one of those days where Headmistress Dowling is present on the training grounds to spectate the progress of the students.

When a dagger has flown astray from the middle of the fight, it aims at one person, who at present has her back to the imminent threat, trapped in a conversation with Headmaster Silva, you realise in trepidation. Without thinking, you leap, an arm darting out to catch the weapon in your hand. Inwardly, you marvel at your own reflexes, finding it hard to believe that you have stopped a weapon with your bare hand, albeit not without consequences. With your palm cut open, blood has oozed, and the thick liquid drips down your wrist.

The close proximity of the Headmistress to you is felt in that spine-tingling, knee-weakening way, and smelt in the fragrant wind, before her voice finally reaches your ear in the form of your name. The pleasant surprise that takes hold of you at her knowledge of your name is quickly overshadowed by annoyance at the tone of her voice, equally as annoyed, her displeasure apparent on the hardened plane of her face once you turn to greet her.

“A thank you would be nice. I just saved you after all.”

“Which was utterly unnecessary I might add. Don’t mistake recklessness for courage.”

Ouch! That hurts. Even more so than the dagger’s mark that has permanently found home on your body.

“Greenhouse, at once.”

It is amidst getting your wound treated that you notice something that has not been on your skin before. On the delicate flesh of your wrist appears a name in a beautiful cursive. Farah, it reads, but judging by the reaction of the earth fairy before you, unfazed and composed, you reckon that this must be for your eyes only.

No sooner have you had your wound properly dressed than you are seeking out Farah, determined to confront the reality of your bond. You find her in her office, standing by the window, looking out over the grounds.

“Headmistress,” you say, stepping inside. “We need to talk.”

She turns to face you, her expression a mask of cool detachment. “There's nothing to discuss.”

“How can you say that?” You have demanded, stepping closer. “We both know what those marks mean.”

Farah sighs, closing her eyes for a moment before meeting your gaze. “The revelation changes nothing. I do not own you. Don’t let mere words bind you to me. I’m only your headmistress and you are merely my student. And that is where this ends.”

Her words cut deep, but you refuse to back down. “Farah, you can't just ignore this. It's not just about words or marks. It's about what we feel.”

“What you feel,” she has corrected you, her voice firm. “I am responsible for the safety and education of all my students. I cannot afford to let personal feelings interfere.” And in that no-nonsense way, she adds, “Also, it’s Headmistress Dowling to you.”

With a shake of your head, frustration and hurt well up inside you. “It's more than that, Headmistress and you know it. We have a connection, something real and undeniable. Why are you so afraid of it?”

For a moment, you see softness in her eyes, revealing a flicker of the pain she is trying so hard to hide, but it is gone as soon as it has come. “Because if I acknowledge it, everything changes. And I cannot allow that.”

“You're wrong,” It sounds unconvincing even to your own ears, but a desperate murmur. “Ignoring it won't make it go away. It just makes us both miserable.”

She turns away, her shoulders tense. “Go back to your training. Focus on becoming the best specialist you can be. That's what matters.”

You have stood there for a long moment, dared to entertain the fool’s dream in which she turns back, says something, anything to acknowledge the truth you both feel. But she has cut that little thread of hope by remaining silent, a statue of unyielding resolve.

Finally, you turn to leave, your heart heavy but your resolve unbroken. “This isn't over, Headmistress. Not by a long shot.”

So you have declared but deep down, you have always known that you are doomed to failure from the start. And before you know it, the graduation day dawns bright and clear upon Alfea, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you.

Students and faculty have gathered on the grand lawn, the air filled with excitement and a tinge of sadness as friends prepare to part ways. Farah Dowling stands at the podium, her regal presence commanding attention as she addresses the graduates. You stand among your peers, listening to her speech but barely registering the words. Your heart is heavy with the decision you have made. Despite all your efforts, Farah has remained resolute in her stance, keeping the walls between you impenetrable.

As the ceremony eventually comes to an end bringing with it your inevitable departure, you have caught the Headmistress’s gaze from across the stage. Her eyes have lingered on you for a moment, a flicker of something unspoken passing between the two of you. Then she looks away, and the moment is no more.

In your dorm room, your belongings are packed and ready, each item a reminder of the years spent at Alfea, of the bonds formed and the love left unrequited. Your friends try to convince you to stay, to join them in their adventures, but you know that you are in desperate need of a fresh start, far from the memories that still haunt these halls.

So, with your bags slung over your shoulder, you make your way to the gates of Alfea. Behind you, the school stands in all her majestic glory, a place of learning and growth, and of heartache. You pause, taking a final glance, realising with a hint of melancholy that you are not only leaving a place that has been your home for three years but also a part of yourself behind.

You have not been expecting a farewell, one last goodbye, but there she is, standing tall and composed at the gates. A spellbinding beauty, you think stupidly.

Your name spills forth her lips, dainty and delicate in appearance, but you have not been given the chance, nor will you ever be allowed to find out how they feel against your own, a forbidden fruit. When she speaks, her voice is firm, genuine. “I wanted to wish you well in your future endeavours. You have been an exemplary student, and I have no doubt you will succeed in whatever path you choose.”

“Thank you, Headmistress. Alfea has been…” You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat. “everything to me.”

For a moment, she hesitates, then steps closer, lowering her voice to that excruciating, dizzying timbre. “I hope you find what you're looking for, wherever you go.”

You look into her eyes, searching for any sign of the connection you feel, but her walls are fiercely in place. With a heavy heart, you breathe. “Goodbye, Headmistress.”

By the time you turn to leave, once again, her voice halts you.

Your name leaves her lips in a soft murmur. You turn back, hope blossoming in your chest, only to have it crushed by her next words, both a gentle and a cruel finality to your fated encounter. “Take care of yourself.”

A sad smile spreads across your lips. “You too, Headmistress.”

With every step you take away from Alfea, and from her, a mixture of sorrow and determination burns in your chest. It is finally time to bury the past, to lock away the love you feel and move forward.

Months have passed as you travel, exploring new places and honing your skills. The pain of leaving Alfea and your beloved Headmistress, although duller than they use to, never truly vanish. You throw yourself into your new life, hell-bent on building something worthwhile.

One evening, in a small village nestled in a valley, you find yourself sitting by a tranquil river, the water reflecting the fading light of day. You trace the mark on your wrist, Farah’s name forever etched into your skin. Try as you may to lock away your feelings, the bond still remains, a silent testament to what could have been.

With a sigh, you close your eyes and let the cool breeze wash over you. The past is behind you, and while the future is uncertain, you know you have the strength to face it.

“Fuck, I should’ve never returned to these godforsaken grounds. So much for leaving the past behind!”

Presently, you curse aloud as you slash nothing but air with your twin blades, reenacting scenes from your battlefield. The efforts with which you have made to keep your feelings buried have been for naught, for in the end, in a moment of weakness, you have listened to your heart, and returned to where it longs to be the most.

By her side.

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[luxthestrange]

MASHLE Incorrect quotes#57 HAHA-

Sorcerer!Y/n: All right I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick-

Max: Oh no-don't go in there That where moaning Myrtle lives

Sorcerer!Y/n:...Why is she moaning?

Max: ...What do you mean?

Sorcerer!Y/n: WHY IS SHE MOANING!?-

Sorcerer!Y/n*Sighs getting comfy in the common room, taking our your book*Aaah~Nothing better than reading a book on a rainy day~

Abel:Y/n you need to stop breaking into our common room...Also how do you keep getting past brute?

Sorcerer!Y/n: Ok first of all his name is Silva Iron!... Second of all, I threaten him with an axe-

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Wahlberg: Y/n it has come to my attention that you break into common rooms?

Sorcerer!Y/n: WELL ACTUALLY DIVIDING UP STUDENTS IN DIFFERENT HOUSES CREATES A SENSE OF 'DISUNITY'!-...also I returned almost everything that I stole...

Wahlberg: Wait you stole?...

Sorcerer!Y/n: ...

Wahlberg:...

Sorcerer!Y/n: ...DISUNITY IS VERY HARMFUL TO SCHOOLS-

Wahlberg:Y/n I swear to god-

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Claude: Ah the headmaster told me someone was walking around at night, I heard you like breaking into common rooms-

Sorcerer!Y/n: And I heard you got a body pillow of yourself-...Also your therapist talks behind your back

Claude: HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY THERAPIST!?

Sorcerer!Y/n*Takes out glasses and put them on*Oh!

Claude*Gasps and points at you*IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG-

Sorcerer!Y/n: Yeh!

Claude:S-So all the things you said about believing in myself and being enough?

Sorcerer!Y/n: PFFT-AHAHAHAAH!?

There and Echo around the school of your laughter...

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x teen!reader - safe now

Hello. Could you please write a Saul Silva xTeen reader story where the reader is outside the barrier, encounters a Burned One, and gets attacked, and Saul saves them? Maybe reader got scared and is not one of the best specialists. Anyway, can you using the new prompt list, number 85? Thanks - Anon💜

85: “You’ll be safe with me.”

You knew the rules, you knew that you weren’t supposed to be out this far, but it was the only place that you were able to train in peace.

You wanted to get better at fighting, you wanted to be able to do everything that all the other specialists could do, so you spent most of your free time there just training.

You had never had a problem with anything while you were this far out, so when you heard the sound of running towards you it put you on high alert.

Turning around you tried to find where the noise was coming from.

That’s when it came running out of the trees and directly at you.

You barely managed to dodge the burned one, and you jumped back to your feet, raising your sword with shaky hands as you looked at it.

You weren’t anywhere near as fast as the creature, so you knew you wouldn’t be able to out run it, your only hope was to try and fight it instead.

But you couldn’t fight it either, so you spun around, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to run back through the trees, hoping maybe they would slow it down enough so you could at least hide somewhere.

Luck however wasn’t on your side, you felt the pain go right down your side, sending you tumbling to the ground.

“(Y/N)!”

Silva had been tracking the burned one, so he knew it had come this way.

He swung his sword, wounding the creature and it jumped from you.

Silva stood over you, then lunged for the creature again, this time it lunged back but missed.

Something else seemed to catch its attention because soon it was sprinting away and he cursed, quickly turning his attention back to you as he pulled his phone out.

“Hey, hey look at me.”

You turned your gaze to your headmaster, tears in your eyes as you tried to get up, but he wouldn’t let you.

He quickly stuffed his phone back into his pocket and he pulled something else out.

“Here.”

Silva lifted your head, getting you to drink from the small bottle, then he turned his attention to your injury.

“Alright, it’s not that deep. Can you walk?”

You let out a sob, shaking your head.

“No, no, no, please… it hurts sir… it’s hurts…”

Silva sighed softly, placing his hand on your forehead.

“I know, I know it does (Y/N) but we can’t stay here, it’s not safe.”

You shook your head, turning your gaze away from him.

“I.. I don’t… I don’t want to die…” you cried.

“You’re not going to die, you’ll be up in no time.”

Silva looked around, clearly you weren’t going to be able to get up by yourself, and he didn’t think you were going to be able to walk very far either.

He grabbed your sword, placing it over you and he swiftly picked you up, making you cry out in pain, then took your sword from you just in case he needed it.

“Make it stop…” you cried.

Silva looked down at you.

He knew the pain you were going through, he knew how much it burned and how much it hurt, and he hated the fact that right now he couldn’t do anything to help you.

He kept jogging, needing to get back to Alfea as soon as possible.

“You’re going to be alright, don’t worry.” He said gently.

Silva still had some distance to go until he was back at Alfea, but he’d managed to stumble across a road, so he sent his location.

They could get here a lot faster then he could get there, so he slowly sat you down next to the road, resting your back against him as he held your side.

“Nearly there…” he whispered.

You sniffled, shaking your head.

“It’s not.. it’s not safe…”

Silva let you take his hand and hold it tightly in yours.

“You’ll be safe with me.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“I’m so sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Hey stop that. Stop saying you’re sorry it’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known.”

You just let apologising and there was nothing he could do except sit there and hold you, trying to apply pressure to your wound.

“You’re going to be just fine…” he whispered.

You rested your head back, letting out small cries of pain.

Sometimes you would still attempt to get up but you were quickly stopped so you didn’t hurt yourself anymore than you were.

It wasn’t long until a familiar car pulled you and Silva helped them put you in the backseat, rushing you back to the school where they could stabilise you for the hospital to help more.

If they didn’t find the burned one and kill it then you’d die, if they didn’t sort out your side then you’d die as well.

As silva looked at you, blood standing a good amount of the hoodie you were wearing, and your hands trembled, tears falling down your face, he knew there was a good chance either way you’d die.

He didn’t tell you that, but going by the heavy silence that filled the car, he wasn’t the only one he knew this.

He wasn’t sure if you knew, but he wasn’t going to tell you, because you were scared already and he didn’t want to scare you any more.

So, he held your hand, reassuring you that you weren’t alone, that he was there and that you were safe now and everything was going to be alright

[longlostzoldyck]

fangirl

✦ headmaster!silva zoldyck x f!reader

✦ 3.5k words, mdni (you have been warned, get off my lawn)

✦ warnings/ tags: smutty smut smut, headmasterxstudent, oral (m & f receiving), dom x sub, dom!silva, excessive use of pet names (babygirl, pet, daddy, sir), fingering, dumbification, unprotected sex, creampies :)

✦ summary: headmaster zoldyck finds out there is secret fan club on campus dedicated to him and decides to meet their president

✦ notes: soo i've been kinda writing a silva smut on and off for a year when I had this idea a couple of nights back and now we're here. im pretty sure this is one of the longest things i've written but i just kept having ideas!! you can blame me missing my boyfriend lol. hope you enjoy xx thea

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from the moment you laid eyes on headmaster silva zoldyck, you knew that man was going to be trouble. Not like you could do much about it other than fawn over him though. You quickly learned, however, you weren't the only person who had a bit of a school girl crush on your college's headmaster and that's how your little club was born.

it was mostly and excuse to get together, drink and chat with your friends about the ever elusive but alluring headmaster. He was not someone to stroll around campus everyday, unfortunately for you, which made any time any of you saw or spoke to him a cause for conversation.

"when did you think it would be a good idea to tell the rest of us you were having a meeting with headmaster zoldyck?," your friend asked after hearing from one of the others.

"it's not exactly with headmaster zoldyck. you know he never takes meetings, its just his assistant," you shrugged it off.

"but what if...," one of your other friends said in a teasing manner which amused you both.

one of the other reasons headmaster zoldyck was so elusive was because he rarely had meetings with students, too focused on university donors, board members or department heads. there was nothing to be excited about, you kept telling yourself over and over. Only then quickly followed by a resound but what if...?

the day of your meeting arrived and you rushed out of class in order to make it in time. of course the one time your professor went over the class time, you had somewhere else to be right after.

finally rushing into the administrative building, you made your way to the top floor towards headmaster zoldyck's office. you stopped at the desk still quite out of breath from practically sprinting across campus and gave your name and appointment time.

you flicked your eyes up momentarily and felt your heart stop when you noticed an undistinguishable silhouette within the headmaster's office. just knowing he'd be a room away for whatever this meeting exactly entailed, had your heartbeat going faster and your thighs squeezing.

"headmaster zoldyck will be with you in just a moment. you can take a seat while you wait," he offered you a seat, but you were stuck on his words. what does he mean he'll be with me in just a moment?? i mean... there's no way right?

"i'm meeting with the headmaster?," you mumbled out the first question you managed to put together.

"yes, he's on a phone call at the moment, but he'll be with you in just a moment."

you shakily took a seat trying to gain some composure before you're expected to speak with headmaster zoldyck. before you could even start to theorize what could possibly be so important you needed to speak to headmaster zoldyck himself, the man in question emerged from his office to summon you inside.

you quickly gathered your things unable to look away from the bulging muscles the headmaster was hiding behind an impossibly tight long sleeved shirt.

"thank you for staying a later than expected," he turned to the secretary behind his desk. "you can head home for the day. i'll ensure miss. y/ln leaves satisfied."

his words went directly to your core and you tried your best to hide your wobbly knees. he remained at the doorframe as his secretary collected his things, forcing you to stand close enough you could feel the heat emanating from his body as you slithered inside his office.

you took the first seat you could find before you could fall over in front of the man you had been fantasizing about for literal months. he clicked the door shut behind him leaving you now alone together. your eyes darted around the minimalistic and sleek office until your attention was forced back to headmaster zoldyck. he was leaned against his desk before you giving you a delicious look of his body, but you willed yourself you look up into those icy purple eyes to keep you from drooling over him.

"its a pleasure to finally meet you miss y/ln. i apologize for the delay, a different meeting went for a little too long."

"it's no problem headmaster. it's nice to meet you too," you said barely able to speak and hold his gaze at the same time without blushing. someone has to pinch me. this can't be happening.

"what extracurricular activities do you partake in miss y/ln?," he asked.

"well, not many headmaster. between classes and my internship i don't find a lot of time for them other than an occasional home match," you explained.

"that's not what i hear," he retorted.

"i don't know what you mean headmaster," you admitted.

"i've heard there's a little club who gathers in room 103 on thursdays that you are quite engaged in," with every word you could feel your cheeks and ears start burning more and more.

if you weren't blushing before you were certainly blushing now. you couldn't believe he knew. All you hoped if that ground would swallow you hole in this moment.

"its nothing to be embarrassed about," his words were as slick as ever as he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. "its quite flattering"

you knew headmaster zoldyck was tall, but in this moment you were further reminded of this fact as he towered above you with his crotch only inches away from your face. your eyes were glued to his and your very breathe hitched on his every word in this one moment, this one perfect moment under his gaze lasting a lifetime.

his fingers released your chin then descending down your neck and arm, his touch leaving goosebumps behind. he ever so gently took your hand in his with a touch so delicate you would have never expected from such a large and stern man. everything about him was large. despite your larger hands, his dwarfed your own.

he finally released your hand and you had to see it for yourself to believe it. his hand laid over yours rubbing his cock through his pants. all you could do was squeeze your thighs to try to soothe your yearning pussy as you palmed his cock feeling him getting harder and somehow even larger. he's so big and he's not even hard.

"don't worry baby. we'll make it fit," he said with the slyest smile on his face, seemingly reading your mind. he released your hand leaving you to play with his growing cock.

"can i, sir?," you asked.

"of course you can, babygirl."

your fingers instantly jumped to undo his belt and pants. he chuckled to himself at your enthusiasm as his thumb played and tugged on your lips. you were going to look delicious choking on his cock.

you finally pulled his massive cock out taking a moment to stare at the sheer size and girth. your pussy squeezed around nothing at the mere thought of headmaster zoldyck's perfect cock destroying your pussy. licking his swollen head, you moaned at the taste of his precum.

"good girl," his every word and praise went directly to your throbbing core. in this moment you would do anything to hear him call you a good girl over and over again.

without further hesitation you took as much of his cock as you could in your mouth, drawing out the prettiest groan from headmaster zoldyck. you focused on sucking on his head and pumping the rest of his cock in your hands so you could stare at him for a moment.

even from below, he looked so delicious. his clenched jaw easily visible as he tried to maintain his composure. his eyes finally met yours as you swallowed his cock.

"that's it babygirl," he praised as you swallowed another inch of his cock.

your eyes watered feeling his cock poke the back of your throat. he simply chuckled staring at your drool covered face as you tried to fit his entire length in your mouth.

"let me help, baby," he cooed.

his voice was so soft and gentle you wouldn't think he was about to choke you on his cock. he coaxed your head all the way back giving you just a moment to breathe before pushing you all the way down. you didn't know your throat could stretch that much, but the sting was so delicious. you were so full with him. you kept your eyes glued to his as you gagged and cried.

"making me so proud pet," he praised cleaning the tears streaming down your cheeks.

you moaned around his cock at his words making him groan too. he was mostly quiet, but every time he let out one of those sinful moans or groans, it made you go feral.

"you like that, don't you pet?," he questioned, his hand clamping down around your head. "don't worry, next time i'll have the prettiest collar for you." next time. you could cum from just the idea of him using your mouth like this again. "now suck, pet."

and without another moment to think he began pumping your head up and down his cock. you moaned around his cock as he pulled your head all the way off to kiss his tip before sinking you all the way back down. his pace was relentless and intoxicating, not letting you adjust to his size or speed as he used your throat. you were drunk on him. you were actually so disoriented from his speed that you forgot to do the one thing he asked: suck.

"hey, pet,"he pulled you off his cock suddenly. drawing your attention back to him. he slapped his cock against your moth and cheeks. "have you gone dumb already, pet?," he questioned.

"no sir," you quickly replied.

"what did i ask you to do?," he asked just as sternly.

"suck, sir."

"i won't ask again. understood, pet?," before he could finish his question you were already nodding making him chuckle. god just his laugh makes me wet. "see that's a good girl."

he pushed your head back on his cock even harder, holding your head around at the base for longer. you breathed and sucked. it was all you had to do as the sounds of his groans intoxicate you further. the last time he held you for longer and then you felt his cum shoot down your throat. he was so deep in your throat you barely even tasted his cum. next time you remembered. i could live off his orgasms forever.

you finally pulled away to take a breathe slightly lightheaded from holding your breathe for so long. you sat back on your seat with your eyes clothes as you recovered from the intoxicating experience that was headmaster zoldyck.

then you felt it. the coldest but softest lips nipping at the sensitive skin on your neck. your body instantly responded to him, your back arching to press against his chest. your nipples got hard under your layers of clothes just from feeling them pressed against his sculpted muscles.

"you didn't think i was done with you pet, did you?,"he questioned pulling away from your neck to hover above you. "gonna have to make you cum one more time than i had planned then. let's see if your pretty body can take it."

"headmaster zoldyck...", he interrupted you before you could get a word in.

"sir or daddy or you're getting spanked. understood?," you nodded at his question. "what is your question pet?

"how many times are you going to make me cum?," you barely squeaked out, slightly embarrassed by your own question. he only smiled.

"why don't you count them pet?," he replied with a question of his own leaving one last kiss on your neck before reaching for your pants, easily undoing the button and sliding them down.

he smiled at the pretty white underwear soaked through. he couldn't wait for his treat. he sank to his knees before you, entranced by your pussy, so puffy and wet from how much you rubbed your thighs while giving him head. she's perfect he was convinced.

like most things, headmaster zoldyck didn't start out slow or gently, he simply devoured your pussy from the jump. he tossed one of your legs over his shoulder and licked up all your arousal with his fat tongue. every little whine only spurred him further.

you were so close, you could feel your orgasm approaching so fast you didn't know if you'd be able to hold it any longer. as soon as he started sucking on your clit though you were a goner, cumming on his tongue. he kept sucking and licking through your orgasm, making your already sensitive clit ache.

"you taste like heaven, pet, he cleaned the slick on his chin hovering above you with a cock smile as your chest still rose and fell.

he leaned down and for the first time brought his lips to yours. a dirty yet sweet kiss, a perfect first kiss with the man of your dreams. you were so distracted sharing your taste you didn't feel one of his hand trail back down your body.

"headmaster, fuck...," you moaned instantly when the tips of his fingers prodded at your entrance. the moaning quickly turned into yelps when he slapped your sensitive pussy.

"what did i say before, pet??, he questioned firmly while still nipping at your neck. as if i wasn't dizzy enough already.

"i call you sir or daddy or i get spanked, sir," you replied making him smile.

"see, i knew you could listen,"he replied as he pushed two of his impossibly girthy fingers into your cunt again. if those are his fingers, what's his cock going to feel like? "just gotta use that pretty little empty head of yours."

he punctuated every word by harshly sinking his fingers back inside your pussy. his cock was getting hard just by feeling how your pussy clenched around his fingers. one of his free hands snuck its way under your shirt and bra to tweak with your nipple, jolting your body with a new wave of pleasure.

"we have to make sure your cunt's ready for my cock, don't we pet?," he cooed staring at the hand which was dripping with your arousal and slamming it back inside of you.

unhappy with your lack of a response other than your moans, he pinched your nippled harder as he slowed his fingers to a stop keeping them snug inside your pussy. you cried out, feeling your building orgasm begin to disappear as he only chuckled.

"i said, 'we have to make sure your cunt's ready for my cock, don't we pet?',"he repeated his question and this time you replied instantly.

"yes sir! please please sir...," you tried to shake your hips or move for some kind of release but it was no use. you were caged beneath his body and if he didn't want you to cum, you wouldn't. "please," cried not even know what you were asking for.

"please what, pet?," he tapped on your cheek to draw your attention back to him instead of just flailing your body.

"i need you sir please," you practically begged.

without hesitation he returned to his previous relentless pace, jutting his fingers inside of you over and over again. you were so close. you dug your nails into his shoulders as your orgasm slowly crept closer, he looked down enamored by the sinful sight beneath him. there is nothing more beautiful than a woman dying to cum.

"do you want to cum, pet?"

"yes, sir, please...," you whined. you were so close you would say just about anything to get him to make you cum.

"look at me," his voice was much softer after that remark. you opened your eyes meeting his, but it was so hard to keep your eyes open from the pleasure. "there she is. wanna look into your eyes when you cum, pet."

without another word he flicked his thumb to rub tight circles on your clit. the only way you stopped your cries of pleasure when you came was by biting down on his shoulder as your pussy creamed around his fat digits. it was the prettiest sight he had even seen.

you still clutched on to him as he rode you through your orgasm. he never stopped though slowing enough to not overstimulate your clit. your pussy might have been swollen and spent but you wanted him again. you needed him inside of you.

the headmaster stared at the beautiful mess between your thighs. he promised you another orgasm but he didn't know if your pussy could take another one. you wobbly climbed on the seat and turned over to push your ass towards him.

"aren't you going to give me your cock, daddy?," your question sounded like the most innocent thing leaving your lips. she really is perfect.

"of course pet. but come here so i can fuck you over the desk. we're going to make all your little fantasies come true."

you practically jumped into his arms as he effortlessly carried you over to his desk. your passionate and heated kiss was enough to make you weak in the knees as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. he finally sat you on his desk towering above you like he did when this first ordeal began.

he pulled away momentarily to shove down his pants as you turned around in anticipation. he landed a smack to each of your butt cheeks hard enough to leave marks, his marks. you moaned together as he leaned his cockhead against your pussy, getting his cock wet before trying to push his monstrous girth inside of you.

"breathe for me, pet," he cooed, picking up one of your legs before pushing his cock fully inside you.

you had never felt this full. there was a slight sting to it but it was drowned out by the pleasure, how good it fucking felt when his cock rubbed against your walls.

"do you feel that pet?," you moaned out embarrassingly loud when you felt his hand over the bulge his cock was causing in your stomach. "can you feel how deep i am?"

you nodded, unable to form coherent sentences or words aside from moans and whines. he pulled all the way out before bottoming out inside of youand then repeated that over and over, roughly pushing your body harder against his desk. he didn't care if people were still leaving for the day, he only cared about you two and your pleasure at that moment as he slammed into you at an inhumane pace.

you smiled just thinking of the bruises his desk would leave on your body and how you were supposed to explain them to your friends. how do i explain any of this? you didn't really care as long as he kept angling his cock into you like that.

your pussy was like gold to him, squeezing him just right and letting him push so deep inside of you. your body was his plush heaven and he didn't know if he could ever have enough. he was close enough to cum already, but he needed you to cum with him.

"such a perfect fucking pussy," he mustered out through low groans. "you're doing so well for me pet. just need one more. wanna feel you cum with me, understood pet?"

you nodded meeting his thrusts as best as you could. your body was so spent from the successive intense orgasms, but you needed to give him one more. i can never say no to you.

your soft gasp was a sign enough to him when he found your sweet spot, and after he did, he kept rubbing that spot over and over again until you squeezed his cock so tightly, you came together. his exhausted body crashed on top of yours as the waves of pleasure took over you both for a moment.

he was surprisingly careful with you and your body, softly helping you turn and get back into whatever remained of your clothes. your underwear was ruined so you left that in his trash. a comfortable silence fell upon you two as you slowly cleaned up and dressed.

you gathered your things preparing yourself to leave. you didn't think he'd want you there for much longer. don't think it'll look too well if the headmaster is caught naked with a student in his office after hours. just as you were about to leave, his voice stopped you.

"i'll see you next week for your next appointment, miss. y/ln. i think this matter is important enough that i ought to separate some time every week if that's okay with you."

"i'll see you next week headmaster zoldyck," you said blushing again despite the fact this man had just made you cum multiple times. some dreams really do come true.

[medusanova]

Scars & Silver Linings

The space around him bore the signs of hasty transitions and endless duties: reports, ledgers, and tomes stacked unevenly on the once-immaculate oak desk, a bookshelf crowded with the discarded training daggers he’d only gotten halfway through re-sharpening, the faint smell of stale tea lingering from the cup abandoned by the window — the Front Desk’s assumption that he shared Farah’s fondness for the stuff.

Saul and his students try to navigate a new era of Alfea as he takes on the role of interim Headmaster

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My 2024 @winxsource Holiday Exchange gift for a brilliant artist and Saul Silva enthusiast, @astrid-v. Wishing you a happy holiday (and a happy birthday!!!) and I hope you enjoy! xx

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Blackbird: Chapter 7

Pairing: Stella x (Fem!)MC (Cirrus Qrow)

Chapter Summary: After the Trials, you and Stella return to Alfea. However, you're nervous to see everyone's reactions to your new addition to your physical characteristic.

Chapter Warning(s): Swearing

Chapter Theme: Somewhere only We Know - Keane

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip

A/n: None

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The both of you exit the vehicle and the driver helps you with your bags and the both of you see Bloom, Aisha, Musa, Terra and Kat waiting for the both of you at the front.

Stella's roommates hug the ever-loving hell out of Stella. Kat gives you a careful hug.

You walk up to Silva as all of the specialists eyes turn to you.

"Ahh, the Qrow has returned," He greets you

"Headmaster Silva," You greet him back

"How are your injuries?" He asks

"Just about gone," You answer

"Show us the wings!" Riven shouts

You look over to see Sky elbowing him. You chuckle, but you look around to everyone's eyes.

"Fine... Fine," You say

They appear by will and everyone begins to crowd around you, observing your new look.

"I hope this doesn't slow you down in your physique Cirrus," Silva states

"Not at all Silva," You say

"Tough gawking everyone, get back to work!" Silva yells

+*+

After training, you meet with Stella in her suite. The both of you lay in her bed, entangled in each others' embrace.

"Stella, care to join us out at Blackbridge?" Bloom calls from the common room

"As if I'm going to allow to give the commoners the satisfaction of them seeing my girlfriend," She says, "Have fun..."

"Come on, you barely go out!" Terra states

"Another time," You say

"You'll miss out then!" Bloom teases the both of you as they leave

"You're jealous that people will oggle at me?" You look down at her

"No, I just didn't feel like going," She says, "I just want to spend time with you."

"You have to make sure you'll make time for your friends too," You say, "I can't be your first choice all the time.. It's been about a week since we've returned."

"Fine," She says, "But, tonight... I just want to be with you. I almost lost you..."

"It should be the other way around," You say

"Either way, we almost lost each other," She says

"What was your mother thinking when she made the trials?" You ask

"She looked for someone with power," She says, "Once she saw you with The Blackbird, she began questioning everything that she did."

"How did she allow Darius, being controlled by Shadows to compete for your hand?" You ask

"They managed to slip by undetected," She says

"Your mother needs better guards or a system that detects things like that," You sigh

"Don't let my mother catch you saying that," Stella chuckles

+*+

The night grows into the room as the both of you lay in blissful silence.

"Love, I'm cold," Stella tells you, her hand trailing under your shirt

"We have a blanket right underneath us, princess...." You say, nearly gasping at her cold hand

"But I want your wing to warm me," She begins to beg

"You're insatiable," You chuckle

You sit up from the bed and your wings appear out of the slits in the back of your shirt. Lately, you've been having to cut holes in the back of your shirts, and jackets. You even had to get your uniform updated to compensate for your wings. It was a lot.

"you know," You begin, laying back down onto the bed, "Riven has been asking to see my wings every time we train."

"That man doesn't know when to stop," Stella rests her chin on your clavicle

"But, he's calmed down a lot since getting together with Musa," You say, "Like she's the only one who knows how to put him in his place when he needs to."

Your wing curls around Stella.

"Did I tell you that your wings are so soft?" She smiles

"Not until right now," You smile back

*Flora's POV* You open the door to your room after a night with your friends however, stop. You notice many molted back feathers all over the floor, and then see Stella wrapped in a black blanket... Well, it wasn't a blanket.

"Is that... Cirrus?" Musa peeks her he'd in the door

"Yeah, she's like... a bird," You try to guess

"Well, her last name is Qrow," Terra points out

"You know, if they get married, will Stella have Cirrus' last name?" Bloom asks

"Okay, that's enough, let the Princess and the bird sleep," Aisha shoos them back to their rooms

*Stella's POV* It was graduation day in the blink of an eye... You didn't want to leave your friends... But, you were also semi-excited to see what lay ahead of you, and Cirrus...

"I would like to bring up to the stage, The Crown Princess of Solaria, Stella," Silva announces

You slowly make your way to the stage, you look out to the audience and see Cirrus in the crowd of graduates.

"Coming to Alfea, I already had my life set out before me," You begin, "Become the Queen of Solaria, have a child of my own... But, after bonding with my suite mates, I realized that there was more to what my life was... I didn't realize until there were people I needed in my life. It really made me think about my life, and what I wanted... Although most of us may have a goal of where we want to be, don't forget the people that come in your life. To my girls, thank you; for everything, even when I was being my stubborn self, you lot always knew when to be there. To my love, Cirrus Qrow, you've brought out the best in me. I cannot imagine my life without you. To the life we'll make!"

Everyone cheers...

+*+

"So, Stella, what's your plans after tonight?" Kat asks

Your head turns and sees Cirrus talking with your suite mates...

"Traveling, Taking the crown, and at some point.... Hopefully, have a queen to rule at my side," You explain

"Snagging the Blackbird huh?" She teases

"Well, she snagged me first," You continue watching her

+*+

Once the party died down, you grab Cirrus to sneak away onto the grounds of Alfea, wanting to take one more gander of the school before you leave for good.

"Will you actually take the crown?" Cirrus asks

"When my mother decides to retire as queen," You explain, "And I want you, and my friends to be there with me."

"Are you sure you want someone... A commoner being at your side?" She asks

"Cirrus, I want you, and only you specifically to be at my side," You hold her face in your hands, "Not only you bring the best out in me, you know when to put me in my place; not everyone was able to stand up to a princess."

"Well, sometimes sunlight needs some darkness," She says

"I love you, Cirrus Qrow," You say

"And I love you, Stella," She replies

Epilogue

[crazycatfaery]

H҉e҉l҉l҉o҉,҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉s҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉n҉o҉t҉ ҉h҉i҉l҉l҉i҉e҉! Your HEX anon, back yet again to haunt your inbox! 🧚 I am in love with your answers, because I get to listen to new and inspiring things but also because I laughed so hard I cried at those instrument choices. 🤣 While it isn’t at all related to HEX, there is a song I will need to share with you… but later, when the cats are all out of their bags! 🐈🐈🐈 First things first: more questions! (What do any of these have to do with your gift? An excellent question! But I only ask, I do not answer… 😈 or do I?) 1 - Any thoughts on what Sam, Terra, and Sky refer to the adults as? Ben is obviously Dad to his kids and Saul is absolutely not Dad to Sky, but do you have any preferences, hard dislikes, whatever? Anything that changes from when they’re kids to teenagers in and after canon? 2 - Rose gets a chance to send one message through time to any character. ✉️ Who is it and what is the message? 3 - Please rank the five adult idiots we’re looking at by how emotional they are… and by how emotive they are in case that’s different. Because we agree that they’re all idiots, right? Of course right. 4 - If you had to pick one color to represent the holidays to you, what would it be? (Okay, okay… maybe two. 😜) Until next time! ✨💚

Helloooo Anon (you still haven't run out of those fonts? wild)! Heheh, I’m glad I made you laugh with the instruments. I definitely snickered a lot when I was thinking about who would be which. 😁 Very curious about that song!

These questions are once again great, and I have once again A LOT of thoughts about them, so grab a nice drink and get comfortable, because I haven't held back (do I ever?).

1 - What the kids refer to the adults as: Yes, Ben is “Dad” to Sam and Terra, Sky calls him “professor Harvey” and has a hard time shaking that habit outside of Alfea, though he has full permission to call him “Ben”.

Farah is “Miss Dowling” to everyone ever since the kids considered themselves to be all grown up. As little kids she was “Farah” to the boys, and “Auntie Farah” to Terra, but hearing the other adults and kids strictly refer to her as “Miss Dowling” inside Alfea made them think they should as well(Farah herself agrees with this, what with her wishing to present herself as a stable figurehead, but sometimes she wishes she could hear them call her Auntie again, if only once), and got wary of calling her anything else.

To Terra and Sam, Saul is “Mr Silva” or “Headmaster Silva”, and simply “Silva” outside of school settings. Sky calls him “Silva” during school, and “Saul” outside of school, though he has a hard time to not keep calling him “Silva” all the time, similar with Ben. Sky did call Saul “Da” when he was little, but Saul kept reminding him he wasn’t his dad, so Sky outgrew that eventually.

Rose was always just “Rose” to Sky, and obviously “Mum” to Terra and Sam.

Luna just gets called what’s proper for her rank as queen, and I can imagine that, if we’re talking about a Luna/Ben ship situation, the kids (especially Terra and Sam) would find it incredibly hard to call her “Luna”, even if she would ask them to. I think that Terra would get to that point earlier than Sam, though it depends on how they are written, and how much Luna has redeemed herself in their eyes.

I’m not much into the teens calling the adults “Uncle” or “Auntie”, except maybe in highly emotional and rare circumstances, and only directly towards said adults. Most of all I don’t really like it when they talk with others about “Uncle” or “Auntie”, I think it’s too sappy and makes it seem like they had normal childhoods, which I doubt very much. There’s a sort of distance and strain between the kids and the adults in the show which would make it very out of character, in my opinion.

2 - Rose’s message: Omg Anon, my heart 😩💔. Do you want me to cry? (but also yesss the aaangst, the painnnnn) This was actually incredibly hard. Should it be Ben, her love and life-partner? Or should it be one of her kids, and which one?

Terra obviously has plenty of troubles for which she could use some encouragement from her mother, but I like to think she’s emotionally strong and maybe even more mature than Sam.

Sam has left with Ben after Musa messed with his emotions, and he might feel a bit lost because of that, and could do with a message from Rose?

But then Ben is probably feeling quadruple levels of guilt over leaving Terra, as well as his friends, behind at Alfea (especially after he learns that Farah is really dead). I can imagine he would want some guidance from his wife as to what he should do next. She wasn’t just Sam and Terra’s mother and Ben’s wife, but (in my headcanon at least) Saul and especially Farah’s friend as well. So she may be able to reassure Ben about his choices, and tell him what to do about Saul, Farah, and if he should return to Alfea.

So all in all I think Ben would be best, but they sure could all use that message (although now I’m thinking…what if Farah would get the message? Maybe while she’s in some kind of in-between, and Rose is the one who tells her she has too much unfinished business? Or after she’s resurrected? Don’t mind me, spiraling here).

3 - Emotional adults: Oh boy, another hard one. But also very interesting, I haven’t really thought that deeply before about how emotive the adults are.

Emotional:

Luna. Queen of Solaria and pettiness. 

Rose. Doesn’t make it a secret when she’s angry, but also shares her joyful emotions with everyone. Does get less intense as she grows older and has to learn patience as a mother. 

Farah. Secretly is. Half convinced she isn’t. 

Ben. Can be emotional, but is surprisingly good at keeping his cool in stressful situations, as long as it doesn’t contain anything personal (like his son bleeding out on his table. oop.). Not perfect either, but more in tune with his emotions than any of these idiots.

Saul. Emotion? What is that? Just kidding, Saul experiences loads of emotions, but he’s very good at punching them all down, as we all know. Pitiful man 🤡(affectionately).

Emotive:

Rose. Open book, sometimes to a fault.

Ben. Mostly in body language. Tries to hide behind calming expressions, like for example worry being masked by a smile.

Luna. So much for keeping up appearances. Not as good at hiding it as she likes to think.

Farah. Hides it really well, until confronted with her biggest regrets and guilt. Is slowly starting to learn to be less rigid and more emotive, as seen with Bloom.

Saul. Just reserved for close friends and family, except for bad emotions. Made the rest of the students think he got bewitched by Rosalind or something, with how cool he reacted to Farah’s death.

Someone get these adults a therapist.

4 - Holiday colours: Oh dear. I think… Red and Gold? Or maybe White and Gold? Or Dark Green and Gold? Maybe I should go with just Gold, because I associate it with Christmas as well as New Years. But I love colours! (also, highly underrated: Brown and Gold)

Thank you for making my brain work, again! I really enjoy answering these. Hope to see you back here again soon! 😄

[theyhaveacavetroll]

Saul Silva is a great dad but also the fact that he has a house at all is down to the fact that he has a son. If Sky weren't around, he'd continue being the overly social stray cat that he's always been, living at Alfea rent-free as the headmaster, occasionally showing up at Luna's court, the Eraklyan court, or wherever he's been sent to recruit students and blagging room and board off his hosts. He probably spent his years at Alfea more or less couch-surfing and making his friends wonder if he had a room at all.

[unbeleveable-archive]

@alyafae gets a recycled starter because I couldn’t improve on myself

It had been a relief to have her essence released from the plant; to feel alive again, but only just. It wouldn't last long, however, before she had to leave this world again for good. So she had wasted no time in going straight for Bloom where she hovered within the walls of the school in stasis, wishing the girls had found her before it had gotten to that point. But she had at least been able to free her and now they sat in the clearing, talking, Farah trying to assure Bloom of her ability to face what lied ahead.

Her back was to Saul when she first sensed his approach. She would know him anywhere, everything about him magnified for her through that special connection they had always shared. The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing, the very scent of him on the wind. But she kept her focus on her daughter, rising to give her what she knew would be one last hug.

Pulling back after a long moment, Farah finally allowed her gaze to settle on Saul. "Bloom," she said softly, "may Headmaster Silva and I have a moment?"

"I love you too, my darling," Farah murmured back. Bloom then released her and glanced between the two adults one last time before retreating back into the woods.

Farah watched her go before turning her full attention on Saul. "Aren't you going to come any closer?" She teased, making the moment as light as possible. "You should know by now I don't bite."

[aserene]

oohhh 🌈, 🏷️and/or ⚠️ :))

I am assuming you wanted FTWS, so... apologies. I will happily give you House of Dragon or others too. Just feel free to ask again.

...These may or may not be from the same WIP.... just fair warning.

🌈 

“That fucking bitch.” 

“Bloom!” Farah’s warning had the fire fairy coughing into a laugh. 

“Headmistress, I was hoping to pick up with Bloom and review what she missed.” 

“Bloom will be meeting with Headmaster Silva tomorrow morning to review what she missed. She’s had enough for today,” Farah replied.  

“I see, I wasn’t aware she needed kid gloves.” 

“It is the same course of action I would insist upon for any fairy put in limiters during training,” Farah informed frostily. And if you take one more step closer to her, I will put you on the ground again. Bloom snickered loudly drawing the attention of both adults. Bloom quickly turned it into a cough. “If you’d like to review her lessons, take it up with the Headmaster, Bloom come.”  Farah waved her hand to open her office door only for Saul to appear in the doorway. 

“Well I suppose dinner out is off.” Farah glared at him. 

“Silva, perhaps you would like for me to handle Bloom’s review now?” Selena inquired. 

“Is she an idiot?” Farah heard Bloom mutter. Generally, I would scold her for that, but she’s not wrong. Bloom coughed again, collapsing into Farah’s side and Farah could feel her shaking with silent laughter. Farah noticed the attention they were catching and quickly directed Bloom into the office past Saul. 

“Bloom has had enough today,” Farah told him. 

“Of course,” Saul agreed. “And clearly the two of you are discussing something hilarious.”  Farah turned back to glare at him only to find him talking to Selena. 

“I apologize Headmaster, I just wouldn’t want the changeling to fall behind again,” Selena said. 

“I will not cut this woman’s head off. Fuck it, I’ll give her midnight patrol for the month. Yeah, that will be good.” Farah heard Saul say before he continued. “Selena, I’ll handle her review tomorrow, as a reminder unless the fairy inquires they are not to be put in limiters. Now, as I have to be up early tomorrow, you can take the third years for midnight patrol with Andor,” Saul ordered. “Yeah, Cassian will keep her in line, and she’s terrified of Jyn so she’ll probably leave him alone.” 

Saul entered the office to find Bloom laughing again cuddled on the couch with Farah. The two fairies seemed to be having a silent discussion and Saul was glad that Bloom felt comfortable letting Farah in. Though he was also a little annoyed with the fire fairy as he hadn’t had a minute alone with his fairy all day. 

“That’s my spot, Zippo.” 

“Rude!” Bloom huffed.

[yellowgreendinno]

Clover High

The young boy stared at the wide doors of the huge building that was the most prestigious high school in the country. With it being in a reformed ancient Royal Castle, it had tall, wooden doors, carefully taken care of gardens and an amazingly magical feeling to it. The high school founder's statue stood tall and proud in the front yard, right in the middle of a fountain surrounded by beautifully trimmed bushes and trees in front of the institution's giant doors.

Asta Hage had tried his best to enter the expensive, prestigious, institution that was Clover High. Luckily for him, the way to be accepted into the school was by an interview. An interview where the only valued trait was an eccentric personality. Asta's grey blonde hair swayed in the wind; his green eyes stared at the Castle in awe, ready to enter it, and like that, enter this new part of his life.

The teen had read a lot about the place after he received his acceptance letter, and had found out the most curious things.

The Clover High Castle (also known as the LSET or Lumiere's School for Exepcional Teens) was divided into nine different Wings that the students were sorted according to notes taken by the headmaster in the interview.

The most prestigious one, the Golden Dawn was located in the Castle's newly founded central dome, the Dome of Revenge, although not the highest spot in all the castle. That place was reserved for the Silver Eagles, in one of the West Wings was located the Silva Tower, founded by Orel Silva.

In the Southwestern Wing of the castle were the two polar opposites: the Lion's Den, the Crimson Lion Kings' territory, a Wing that mostly constituted men and was founded by Shīzi Vermillion; and the Blue Roses right under them in the Rose Hortus, a newly created House formed only by young women, founded by Charlotte Roselei.

It was an understatement to say that the Lion Kings were royally pissed with the Roses; their wing was also part of their territory before.

The Azure Deer's Wodi Forest, previously known as the Grey Deer, founded by Ada Borealis, was located in the Southern Wing. The current Headmaster, Julius Novachrono, was their previous Wing Chief.

The Purple Orcas also had an importantly big Wing of the castle; the Northern Wing, also known as the Cave of the Killer Whale. Founded by Koholā Wai, they apparently were a huge group of strategic students.

The smallest Wing apparently was the Southeastern one, the one the Green Mantis' called home. Or the Floresta de Flacas. Asta had read that their Wing Chief and founder, Jack the Ripper, was obsessed with knives and cuts, hence his nickname, and the Wing's name.

Aígli Siatas was the late founder of the Coral Peacock's Eastern Wing, also known as the Ypnodomátio. They were referred to as "the Glam Witches", as their Chief was constantly in her own world, repeating the word "Glamour" in a disturbing tone.

Finally, the Black Bulls. They were the ones that attracted Asta's attention the most. They were located in the most Western Wing of the glamorous Castle, what had probably been an old, but big, stable. The Founder and Wing Chief, Yami Sukehiro, was a mysterious man who arose many questions from many, and had called his Wing the "Osuushi no kakurega".

Asta made out which Wing was which thanks to the colours the walls were painted in and the flags hanging out from some windows. As more people started to arrive, the boy snapped out of his haze, and stepped foot for the first time into the place that would determine who he would be in this life.

[rcsplendent]

👪 - credence about rhysand

👄 - max

😳 - diego

🎓 - othello

📅- sanitago

🔆 - osiris

🍀 aleksei

👪  ... for credence windsor to speak about their thoughts and feelings about someone they know rhysand windsor.

( at an english boarding school ten years ago. a commotion has broken out in the courtyard. a circle forms around a young credence & a classmate. )    " what was that you had to say about the king, hm? "    ( his hands grasp the lapels of the other boy's blazer, shoving him backwards against a tree. )    " go on. say it ! "    ( the other boy sputters out an apology. credence pulls him forward, then shoves him again. )   " cat got your tongue now, eh? don't worry, i think heard you. '  he's a fickle, undeserving coward.  '  yeah, i heard you — so let me make myself loud & clear in return. "   ( credence throws the other boy to the ground, where he scrambles backwards. credence spits on him; the crowd around them gasps. )    " that's my brother, and he's the best man i've ever had the privilege of knowing. and if you so much as open your mouth in a way that implies you might speak poorly of him, i'll beat your sorry ass six ways to sunday — "    ( he's cut off by the headmaster's booming voice: CREDENCE WINDSOR ! — from behind him. )     ( credence was withdrawn from that boarding school two days later — a negotiation made to avoid being expelled. ) 

👄 ... for maximilien bourbon to whisper a secret no one else knows.

" you can't tell anyone, alright? "  ( the smile that pulls at his lips is mischievous, but his glassy, blown-out eyes say he's not all there. )   " i never ride sober. "

😳 ... for diego de la rosa to say one thing they are ashamed of.

" well, "  ( he laughs. ) " that's quite a question. i guess i'd say that i'm a bit ashamed of how bad i am at ruling, sometimes. my people like me well enough, but i think they see my father in me ... and so they want me to be him, do the things he would do, make the decisions he would make. but i don't know how to do that. "  ( he smiles forlornly. )  " i can only hope i'm doing a good enough job myself. "

🎓 ... for othello hassinger to say one thing they are proud of.

" my paintings, i think. especially the portraits i've done. i quite enjoy capturing the essence of a person. it's all in the eyes. " 

📅  ... for santiago silva to speak of a past experience.

( he's silent for a long time. )   " ... i left in the night. i ... he threatened to hurt my wife & child if i didn't take the oath to serve. but if i took the oath, i couldn't have a family. there wasn't a way for things to end happily. " ( a pained look crosses his features. )   " — but one option meant them getting hurt or worse ... and the other meant never seeing them again.  —  so i left them behind. " 

🔆 ... for osiris qājār to say one of their dreams/aspirations.

" i'd love to see my children grow & have little ones of their own."   ( he smiles warmly. )  " i've always loved children, and i've been blessed with mine. grandchildren would be such a gift. " 

🍀 ... for aleksei markov to regale a time when luck was on their side.

( his eyes flash with something that can only be described as a sliver of excitement. )   " when i was young, i competed in chess competitions. i almost always won. but in one match, i made a huge mistake. i will spare you the details, but i thought i was toast. and then — " ( he smiles, crooked & strange-looking on his usually unmoved features. it's almost endearing. )  " my opponent made a mistake, too, in the very next turn. what are the odds? " ( his smile turns smug. ) " i won, obviously. "

[specialagentlokitty]

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had no real power like all the others.

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

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

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

“Hello friend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on.”

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

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

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

“(Y/N) let’s go.”

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

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

You glared at Silva.

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

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

You turned away from him.

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

“(Y/N)?”

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

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

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

“You left.”

“I know, I know I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They said I shouldn’t be here…”

“What?”

You sniffled a little.

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

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

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

“I’m just an animal fairy…”

Silva nodded his head.

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

You glanced at him.

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

You shrugged a little.

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

You looked at him again.

“Do you trust me (Y/N)?”

You nodded a little bit.

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

“Come on inside then.”

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

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

“You’re going to be okay, alright?”

“Okay…”

Silva looked a you, sighing a little to himself.

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

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

[unbeleveable-aa]

❄️ / saul @ farah 😶

send ❄️ to throw a snowball at my muse

Snow was rare in Solaria, with the cold of the Otherworld being largely relegated to Polaris, a frozen Tundra of a realm. Every once in awhile, though, the skies above Alfea would cloud over and the grounds would be dusted with snow. Or covered, as the case was this time.

Farah's gloved hands were buried in the pockets of her coat even more deeply than usual as she surveyed the scene from her spot by the, now frozen over, lake. She was turning around to head back inside when she felt something cold and wet and hard hit her back.

Farah turned around to see Saul standing a few feet away, smiling cheekily, one hand hidden behind his back. Her eyebrows quirked upward and she had to keep the corners of her mouth from doing the same. "Did you just throw a snowball at me, Headmaster Silva?"