#Sambea

[partiallypearl]

Oh, you say you really love me Right up until you leave There's nothing I can do to help

[skloomdumpster]

[rivusa]

[fitztragedy]

[sklooms]

here is my second gift! <3

i hope you have a happy holiday! and i also hope you liked the gift 🤍 @loveisthemoment

[medusanova]

Sambea + accidental hand-hold in public

She had no clue when he entered her orbit. All her life she’d minded her own path, stuck to her goals, kept her distance. And all of a sudden, he was there with his own gravitational pull, hauling her close. Eclipsing the darkness that had always surrounded her like a burning star. Like the fucking sun.

How dare he, honestly.

The worst part was she couldn’t even blame him for the series of events that had lead to this. No, she only had herself and her damn curiosity — and maybe her secret longing — to thank for this ridiculous farce of an evening.

“So,” intoned the starchy woman, pursing her lips. Like seeing someone like Beatrix and someone like Harvey at one table was wrong. Distasteful. “How is it you two, er, got together?”

She’d been so damn close to finding them. To finding the answers she wanted. To finding the family she deserved. And just as hope started to peak and her spirits started to lift up, the universe had to make sure poor little Beatrix was kicked down once more.

When she’d first received the letter from the Academy that one Isobel Daniels and D’arcy Daniels attended, she’d been ecstatic. It was only when she opened the letter and read phrases like ‘each of our young ladies and gentleman come to our school from the most esteemed families in the Otherworld’ and ‘we cultivate the brightest of minds, kindest of dispositions, and bravest of souls’ that she’d known waltzing in and meeting them would be to good to be true.

As far as Beatrix was concerned, each word in that letter was a brick laid into the growing wall between Beatrix and meeting Isobel and D’arcy. Her only family. And if she’d been anyone else or remotely capable of expressing a feeling, she would’ve admitted how crushed she felt. How dejected and hopeless.

It was only when she saw the disgusting sight of Sky walking hand-in-hand with Bloom that she started to formulate an idea. An idea that could elevate her look, her reputation, and her bloody disposition all in one fell swoop. A buffer for her sharp edges, a teacher to educate her in the elusive art of being pleasant…

A teacher’s son.

Harvey had been perfect. Practically oozing kindness from his pores and constantly shimmering with charisma. The golden boy, the botany nerd, the charming fairy. And the perfect way for Beatrix to get an in. To mold herself into the perfect long, lost sister in a steady relationship and plead her case with the Headmistress of the school.

It had taken her three failed attempts at blackmail, two rebuffed attempts at bribery, and a full week of cajoling for him to finally agree to help.

“Fine. One night. And you’ll owe me.”

“Not looking for any new fuck buddies, thanks Harvey.”

“Christ. Not a sexual favor. I meant a helpful favor. As a friend. Wait. Sorry, you don’t have those. Forgot I was talking to the princess of darkness.”

Only problem was, Beatrix severely underestimated just how charismatic Harvey could be. Or maybe she overestimated how much his personality could soften hers. Because this stick-up-her-arse lady did not seem to be eating out of the palm of Beatrix’s hand. No, she seemed perfectly content to ignore Bea in favor of any scrap of attention from golden boy blinding the restaurant with his sweet, sunshine-laden smiles.

“It’s a long story actually,” he chuckled, leg fidgeting under the table, bumping into Beatrix’s. Every fourth shake, she’d counted.

She barely heard the rest of the story he made up, all she could hear was the echoing chasm of disappointment and anger at yet another obstacle thrown in her path. Another person who hated her. When would something finally go her way? When would Beatrix get to be the one who was looked upon with fondness and amicability? When would-

“Isn’t that right? Beatrix?” His leg brushed against hers again, this time more forceful, more deliberate than all the others.

“Uh, yes. Absolutely, Ha- Sam,” she corrected herself.

In all honesty, she hadn’t heard a word he’d said, too lost in her miserable musings and another failed scheme to keep up with the farce.

But when she looked up, it was to find an expectant and open look on the headmistress’ face… directed at her. At Bea. And suddenly Beatrix lost every rehearsed line, every practice conversation they’d had before they’d come here tonight.

Fuck, she thought. She had to respond with something. She wouldn’t let this opportunity slip through her grasp. Not again.

Desperate for something to buy her time, she reached for the stem of the water glass next to her, intending to take a long, fortifying sip, until she encountered a warm hand blocking her way. She was about to pull hers back instinctively when Harvey twisted his hand and held hers in his grasp.

So shocked and appalled — mostly at the fact that she could feel her cheeks heating up — she couldn’t help but dart her eyes to his, wondering if he’d lost his damn mind. He seemed to be quite sane though, giving her hand a small squeeze.

Encouragement, Beatrix realized. He was cheering her on.

Then, inexplicably, came that small quirk of the lips that had made every person in the room that evening fawn and soften.

For some reason though, this one seemed.. different. A little deeper, more real. Like all the other smiles were for everyone else, while this smile was for her.

And somehow, for reasons Beatrix would never care to explain, it was the spark she needed to turn to the Headmistress and flatter her way into a visit to the Academy.

[rosefalls27]

Les dejo un pequeño One Shots Sambea con cambio de género! Espero les guste!

[ftwsmusings]

thinking about bea being utterly shocked when sams aftercare involves him washing her hair and braiding it down her back before he thoroughly massages body wash on every other part of her. she’s already so wiped and dazed from all the rough fucking and then he just takes care of her so gently and she’s speechless. she’s like i’ve been a bitch to him all day but he’s going the extra mile for me what the fuck

[partiallypearl]

DON'T CALL ME ANGEL

I appreciate the way you want me, I can't lie (Can't lie) I drop it low, I back it up, I know you wanna think you're mine Baby, I totally get it, you can't guess so You can't get me off your mind We in it together, but don't call me angel

[skloomdumpster]

pspspsp did anyone order some Sky & Bea sibling nonsense with a side dish of Sambea? No? Have it anyway: Am I My Sister's Keeper? (No, The Fuck I'm Not)

[rivusa]

[winxsource]

Thank you for everyone that participated in the Holiday Exchange 2022!

In case you missed any work posted during this week, here’s the recap list. Make sure to like/kudo/comment/reblog and support these amazing creators!

@skloomdumpster made this fluffy skloom fic for @annxxwin

@annxxwin made this fluffy christmas skloom fic for @faithfire 

@faithfire made this domestic fluff Saul & Ben fic for @iamdexter123

@iamdexter123 made this domestic fluff saundreas fic for @emylilas

@emylilas made this fun skyriv video for @xlightwcds

@xlightwcds made this bittersweet skloom gifset for @sklooms

@sklooms made this rivusa edit and this bonus sambea one for @loveisthemoment

@loveisthemoment made this medieval silrah fic for @theyhaveacavetroll

@theyhaveacavetroll made this whumpy silrah fic for @astrid-v

@astrid-v made this cute Riven, Beatrix and Sky fanart for @claracivry

@claracivry made this sky centered medieval fic for @friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn

@friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn made this fluffy stellatrix fic for @kara-night-light

@theperfectrose made this bookstore au stellatrix fic for @somenamewithepineapple

@somenamewithepineapple made this new year themed stellatrix fic for @widadsadki 

@widadsadki made this angsty greysha video for @rivusa

@rivusa made this Riven gifset, this Musa gifset and this rivusa gifset for @medusanova

@medusanova made this rivusa holiday fic for @sammie026

@sammie026 made this fluffy rivusa fic for @theperfectrose

@easilydistractedbyfanfic made this angst, fluff and smut rivusa fic for @fitztragedy

@fitztragedy made this fluffy skloom fic fic for @blablaadje

@blablaadje made this domestic fluff silrah fic for @cissasevans

@cissasevans made this doomed love silrah and stellatrix gifset for @forestelfo

@forestelfo made this painful silrah fic for @veritaserum07

@veritaserum07 made this Saul Silva gifset for @septemberrie

@septemberrie made this smutty silrah fic for @icecream-junkie

@icecream-junkie made this jealousy silrah fic for @faytalepsy

@faytalepsy made this haunting filrah fanart for @loulis-fate

@loulis-fate made this fix-it silrah and stellatrix fic for @infp-obsessing-over-everything

@infp-obsessing-over-everything made this hurt/comfort rivusa fic and this rivusa gifset for @gossipqueen2000

@gossipqueen2000 made this historical au rivusa fic for @easilydistractedbyfanfic

@junkshop-disco made this fluffy saundreas and this hurt/comfort saundreas fics for @penflicks

@penflicks made this fluffy lunrah fic for @agenraldinosaur

@agenraldinosaur made this hurt/comfort faralind fic for @lizzabet 

@lizzabet made this bittersweet silrah gifset for @unreliablenarratorink

@unreliablenarratorink made this fluffy silrah fic for @junkshop-disco

@skloomdumpster made this angsty skloom fic for @amchara

@amchara made this hurt/comfort skyriv fic for @leadingrebel

@leadingrebel made this stellatrix fanart for @kira-7

@kira-7 made this hurt/comfort rivusa fic for @golden-peachy

@golden-peachy made this fluffy rivusa, sambea and katerra fic for @partiallypearl

@partiallypearl made this fluffy skloom and rivusa fic for @hibiscusia

@hibiscusia made this Bloom, Musa and Riven gifset for @skloomdumpster

If you wanna check out all fics posted for this and last year’s HEX, here’s the collection link!

See you all next year!

[sklooms]

now i want to do a sambea edit with boyfriend by ariana 😫

[medusanova]

Can you write like a part 2 for the sambea story? i am loving it

Twist my arm, why don't ya ;)

This ficlet (that got very out of hand) is a continuation of what I’m calling 'Midnight Machinations' aka one of my sambea ficlets (that also got very out of hand). Read the first part here.

“You’re here.”

It’s his hesitant greeting that finally makes Beatrix realize she’s run out of chances to back out of this.

From the moment she’d gone to bed early — intending to sleep through any weed-induced promise she may or may not have made the night before — to the moment she’d woken, her spine dotted in a familiar cold sweat and her legs itching to take her away, she’d told herself it was just nosiness, detached curiosity. That she didn’t really care about meeting up with Harvey, or helping him with his daft vendetta.

But when Beatrix spotted him leaning against the library a few moments ago, absentmindedly pruning the fucking plants with a few waves of his hand as he waited (like he hadn’t attempted to vandalize a school building yesterday), she knew those excuses were flimsy at best.

Smoothing back the wind-blown strands of her hair, she laments the fact that she forgot to bring something to cover her pyjama-clad body. Again.

“In the flesh.” She waves the hand holding her blunt with her most mischievous smile. “And, as promised, I come bearing gifts.”

His lips twitch when he glances at it. “You’ve already smoked it.”

Still, he takes it from her hand, shaking his head before he wraps his lips around the end and inhales the last of it.

She can’t very well tell him she’d needed the high to numb the aftermath of her nightmare. To clear her mind of the cacophony, the chaos.

To fortify herself before being near the perplexing feeling of Harvey’s presence again.

“Didn’t say it’s a good gift.” She tilts her head with her most innocent smile, forcing herself to look at the library entrance instead of the smoky tendrils coming from his mouth. “So. What’s on tonight’s agenda for ‘Delinquents for Dummies’? Not another botched vandalism attempt, surely? You’d think ruining books would be where our dearest Professor’s son would draw the line,” she clicks her tongue mockingly, trying to get a rise out of him.

His shoulders raise in an unapologetic shrug. “Well, you’re not wrong there. I could never bring myself to ruin a good book.” He walks toward the entryway, touching the stone wall by the door. “Besides, I’m here to steal them, not damage them.”

Without warning, he passes right through the stone, leaving Bea out in the cold. Literally.

Bea waits a couple seconds, a few more, and then huffs in irritation. Did he just ditch her? Was this for baiting him?

She’s plotting his demise (by an electric chair of her making) and wondering why men’s egos are so fragile when she hears the echoing click of a lock and groaning creak of the library’s old door, opened just enough for Harvey to stick his head out and ask, “You coming?”

Rolling her eyes to hide her relief, she squeezes through the gap of the door and is immediately engulfed by warm air that stirs goosebumps along her arms. The scent of leather, paper, and wood fills her nose.

“And you can’t check this book out like a normal student because…?” She trails off in a low voice, pausing when she looks over her shoulder to find him wrapping their finished blunt in a piece of paper before throwing it away.

For the first time that night, they make eye contact. She can’t help it, can’t unglue herself from the honey eyes that have her looking for answers. That have her stuck in their depths.

She’d never met someone who was so like her and yet so unlike her. A school vandal — who tended to foliage in his spare time. A scheming sneak — who couldn’t litter. A professor’s son who loathed the Headmistress, and yet prevented the Headmistress’ accomplice from getting in trouble.

She can’t wrap her mind around him.

Another casual shrug. “Because it’s only available for faculty.”

“What do you need it for?” She puts a hand on her hip, only remembering what she’s wearing and how flimsy it is when his eyes trace a now-familiar path over the contour of her hips and thighs.

“Want to make something,” he admits, sliding his hands into the pockets of his trousers before heading to the circulation desk behind her.

“And what is this ‘something’?” She asks.

He pauses next to her, catching her curious gaze with his serious one. “A poison,” he says, a dare in his voice.

He means to throw her off guard, she knows, and yet she can’t help but let a smile bloom at the viciousness of it all. “Unexpected. Who do you plan to-“

The screech of the library door’s hinges cut Bea off as the heavy oak that her and Harvey clearly forgot to shut starts to swing open.

It’s an almost comical reenactment of last night as Harvey catches Beatrix’s eyes, grabs her wrist and, in a fit of desperation, drags her to the nearest hiding spot.

This time it’s a utility closet, filled with a slew of cleaning supplies and computer parts. Beatrix barely has time to realize it’s absolutely not big enough to fit one person let alone two, when Harvey grips her hips, twists her around, and holds her back against his chest as he closes the door as far as he can.

She squirms furiously, unable to believe she’s spending a second night feeling the disconcerting heat of Harvey’s body bleed through her night dress.

“What are—?“ Her enraged whisper cuts off as the library door shuts and they both go still. Beatrix can feel Harvey’s heart pounding against her back as he stands, both hands still encircling her hips.

“No one’s in here...” a boyish voice says, and there’s a distinct sound of two sets of footsteps.

“Are you sure?” The second voice is shy and decidedly female. 

Beatrix swears internally.

A couple. Of-fucking-course, it was a couple looking for a place to fuck. 

Harvey must’ve come to the same realization because she has to suppress a full-body shiver when he lets out a despairing sigh into the crook of her neck.

The footsteps get closer, and Beatrix immediately squishes herself back, unable to stop a vindictive smirk from creeping across her face when she hears a strained grunt from behind her.

“Even the staff aren’t here. No one will catch us,” coaxes the boy’s voice.

There’s a soft thump, and Beatrix can barely make out the guys back through the crack in the door as he looms over his partner. There’s a pause and then soft, wet sounds as little moans slowly fill the air. 

She wants to smash her head into the wall. Anything to remove herself from consciousness as the speed of Harvey’s breaths on her neck grow in tandem with the sounds of pants and moans out in the foyer.

And Beatrix grows unpleasantly warm as she tries to think of anything other than where she currently is.

Not being an accidental voyeur, listening to the groans and grunts of a pair of first-years grinding and caressing each other. Not crammed into a closet, against the firm, broad chest of golden boy Harvey — who couldn’t seem to stop breathing shaky breaths down her neck, or digging his fingers into her hip bones. And not feeling her own blood pulsing through her, brushing strokes of pink across her cheeks, neck, chest, and all the way down, down, down until there’s no oxygenated blood left for her brain.

Beatrix’s mind is almost completely disassociated from her current predicament when she hears the library door screech open again, prompting a startled scream and squeal from the overly-amorous couple.

It’s nothing dramatic, just the warning of an older student’s voice — one she thought she heard in Rosalind’s office a few days ago — that threatens the Headmistress’ retribution if the couple doesn’t leave immediately.

Beatrix is so desperate to escape the dizzying heat of Harvey’s breath and body, she grabs his hands to throw them off her hips as soon as the couple disappears outside. Only, Harvey lets out a pained hiss and an, “Ow, fuck.”

She turns around, wondering what he was complaining about until she sees him shaking out and flexing his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I know you don’t like being grabbed and this wasn’t the best hiding spot, but I didn’t exactly expect.. well that to happen,” he adds.

And that’s when two things overwhelm her. One, she realizes she’s shocked him.

It’s something that hasn’t happened since she was six-years-old, when she’d spent a full year accidentally zapping Andreas before he taught her to wield her magic. She’d had it under control ever since. Until today.

Two — and for some odd reason her breaking point for this night that started with a nightmare and ended with a fever dream — she realizes he’s just as aware of her as she is of him, attuned to her behavior, and he’s apologized to her. Again.

And, unable to process, to understand, to confront what just happened in the library, what happened with Sam fucking Harvey of all people, Bea does something else she’s never done to get out of a situation before.

She runs away. Not slowing down until she reaches the safety of her bed.

Away from the biting cold of the night. Away from dangerous situations that could get her in hot water with Rosalind. And away from the confusing earth fairy with fierce convictions, attentive gaze, and the instinct to protect.

[fitztragedy]

Hi there!

I'm back with more questions.... Drum roll please:

- Do you headcanon Riven has siblings or is an only child? If former, how many siblings and what is his position in the group (elder, middle or little brother)?

- Stellatrix or Sambea? You can only pick one!

Yours truly,

- ❄️

Hi again and sorry again for taking so longgg

- I think either Riven is an only child or had an older brother that is like a decade older so he moved out when Riven was a teenager so they barely interacted.

- Sambea! Don't ask me why, i don't have an answer.

[lilshitwayne]

So I conceal my armory. Yours is all on view. You think you are possessing me - But I've got my teeth in you.