#alfea kitchen

[referrix]

I'm currently working on trying to find locations for some of the known rooms and things inside Alfea, (at the moment specifically, I'm working on the kitchen and dining hall) before I put myself through floor plans again. So I thought I'd share what some of my working out looks like behind the scenes.

And why it might be a problem that Season 8 turned these flat topped towers:

Into these much shorter flat topped towers:

Because I'm currently fairly certain that was the dining hall in that upper half.

Trying to figure out where the dining hall is, isn't a one room tracking operation, because we know there's a kitchen, we've seen it, we've seen the Winx Club set fire to it with their negligence. You don't typically put a food making place far from the eating place, so tracking one, should help track the other.

We first see the kitchen in episode 105, when the girls are on dinner duty (or making a spell with potato peels and a magical back-flip if you're a 4kids truther), and during dinner prep they head back to their dorm to help Stella pick an outfit.

From their dorm, they're able to smell the smoke and react, racing to the kitchen before even the chef and Griselda arrive, though not by much in Griselda's case. (Also, Bloom uses the same spell Griselda does a few episodes later back on Earth in her house while cooking with Vanessa. Just saying.)

This means, or at least suggests that the kitchens are not only in the same building as their dorm, but reasonably close by.

When we return to the kitchen in episode 115 we actually have a little zoom around the rear tower and focus in on a spot above/behind the rear most dorm balcony on the building before phasing inside to the girls walking along a hall to the kitchen.

While the hallway is different between the two episodes, background continuity is not Winx Club's feature, but it does double down on the idea that the kitchen is in that building.

(In 105 the girls turn a corner into a short hallway, while in 115 it appears to be a long straight hallway with windows all along it. Though later in the episode the looking out view does look kindamuch the same as 105?)

(props to Alfea for having non-magical fire extinguishers for added safety)

Or at least one of the kitchens is in that building, I wouldn't be surprised to find out there are two. Or at least a smaller communal kitchen for the other mirrored building, so the girls don't have to go across campus for a midnight snack.

Further, although the exterior and interiors of the school don't always match up exactly, in several shots of the dining hall, we can see the six bays of tall windows. Now there is a chance they could just be windows from the middle floor, one of the balconied window sets, but the shape and compactness matches much more closely with the tower's rear facing window wall, the one that leads out onto the flat balcony.

The number of windows/bay divisions don't match up perfectly, but again, internal-external logic consistency isn't 100% at Alfea,

Additionally, in these shots from season two, we can see some smaller windows lining the upper sections of the wall opposite the window wall, which match up loosely with the windows on the rear towers, where they meet the roof of the dorm section.

We should also talk about sizes and room dimensions.

Based on the door below the smaller windows, the windows are at least three maybe four meters off the floor. The tables run about 5 meters.

Estimating for girls behind pillars, the most packed side holds 16 students, while the least packed has space for 13.

A quick bit of research into bench tables brought me some numbers.

The longest commercial tables I could find that came with suggested sizing by seat number suggested that for a 10 person table (4 on each long and 1 per end cap, so realistically for out count and 8 person table) would range between 2.2m, 2.6m, or 2.8m depending on how comfy or squished the seating is expected to be. Doubling those numbers to get tables to seat 16 max per side, we end up with tables ranging 4.4m, 5.2m, and 5.6m.

Doing a quick eyeball and stamp measurement, and given that the room isn't perfectly circular, but there is at least one (suspiciously straight) hallway outside it, I'd be okay saying that we're looking at a space with a rough diameter between 9 and 15 meters.

Finally, there's the thing that might be a door opposite the teachers' dais, which I think might match up with the external door on the tower that leads up a protruding staircase to a spiral staircase that leads to the observation platform on the top of the tower.

Or at least an elevator or internal spiral staircase up to the external door, or even a door across a corridor to the external door, depending on how big the overall dining hall really is in relation to the tower it's sitting in.

Why don't I think it leads to the kitchens?

Well, let's look at the kitchen: it looks roughly square, or at least not a whole lot longer one way than the other, so we're looking at a squarer sort of rectangle at most, and with that we can do a few quick calculations based on what's in the kitchen.

First, my research tells me that in a commercial kitchen, like for a restaurant, recommended kitchen size is .5m² per seat. The count of the students at the table (estimated 16+14+14+13=57 plus three teachers) give us around 60 seats, which makes our estimated kitchen around 30m².

(That's a fridge in the left corner as far as I can tell, though I did for a short time assume it was stairs. Gosh darn pattern on the door, fooling me.)

Further, commercial fridges, double ovens and cupboards give me widths of 610cm for a fridge, 60.96-68.58-76.2cm for double ovens, and 1200cm for a cupboard. recommended ventilation distance between ovens is a suggested minimum of 15.24cm, and there are four ovens along one wall with the fridge and the free standing cupboard. Using the largest width for ovens, we're looking at a room of at least 5.62m across.

It's important I note here, that the room isn't actually square, while the main body of it looks that way, there's also a little alcove attached along that wall.

Now there is a bit more space between the ovens than is recommended, enough for Musa to hide between them comfortably, but this gives us a starting base.

Even if the dining hall is 15ms across on the outside, that's still enough room to fit the kitchen in the tower given some of my other calculations which have the width of the mirrored buildings at 24-30m across, which should translate to the width of the flat topped towers.

But again, there's that zoom in, and the fact the girls come in from the side and turn left into the kitchen. I think we're looking at a kitchen position that's a little something like this:

Although I am hoping that despite the lack of any doors in the alcove, there's actually a walk in fridge/freezer behind the back wall, because there's plenty of cooking spaces, but there doesn't seem to be much in the way of food storage outside the free standing fridge in the corner, the pantry by the alcove, and the alcove.

Maybe there's more in the various short cupboards, but at least a portion of those would be for cooking utensils, crockery, cutlery, and I don't see any that are different enough to indicate cold storage vs long-life/shelf.

[faytalepsy]

The pairing of your choice and #19? You know which two I’d probably ask for in case that influences things 😁

Now I know this was like a year ago but I finally have some time to do some writing so I'm trying to answer all the kiss prompts I got last year!!

Starting with

Silrah + 19 (kiss for good luck)

Farah fumbled with the thin chain of the necklace in her hand, trying to finally close the clasp. Her traitorous fingers were shaking and she cursed before finally feeling the metal slide into place. Surveying herself in the mirror she plucked on a stray strand of hair, trying to move it into place.

“Are you coming, Farah?” Saul’s voice carried over from the adjourning room, accompanied by the heavenly smell of coffee. He had set out to prepare breakfast while she got ready for the day.

The day she had prepared for the past months. The day she dreaded like nothing else.

“Yes, just give me another minute!” She called back, adjusting the fit of her dress once more. Today she was as self-conscious as seldom before. She watched her body in the mirror, scanning how the grey fabric hugged her curves. Maybe this dress was not the best idea for today. Maybe she should’ve gone with the black one after all. Or the dark blue trousers with a nice blouse. No, that reminded her too much of Rosalind who wouldn’t be caught dead in a skirt. She could not afford to remind anyone of the past headmistress today, least of all herself. The simple grey dress was more her, the headmistress she wanted to be.

But still, she wasn’t quite satisfied with the way her hair framed her face. She had brushed it back in an elegant loup ending in a high bun constructed of endless spirals of hair. Even with the help of her magic it had taken long enough, but now she felt as though it wasn’t light enough. Maybe the construction was a bit too much, showing them all just how hard she was trying to make this work. In contrast to that were the two strands still framing her face, lightly tickling her skin and looking too loose, too laissez-faire. She was going for a warmer look, more approachable and open but still demanding respect. Maybe she should've gone with a simple bun that didn't scream "I spent hours styling my hair this morning".

“Farah…” Saul’s voice was closer now, and she turned to find him standing in the doorway.

“You look perfect. You know that, right?”

She turned back to the mirror, finding her own eyes staring back at her full of uncertainty.

“Everything will go perfectly.” Saul’s arms came to rest on her waist, gently pulling her back against his chest. She leaned into him, trying to take a deep breath and calm herself. Finally opening her eyes again, she smiled at him in the mirror in apology.

“I’m sorry I'm taking so long.”

He pressed a small peck to her temple.

“You look quite finished to me. I prepared tea in the kitchen."

Her smile faltered, gaze skipping over herself once more and his grip on her waist tightened.

"Farah, you have been at this for hours now. It’s enough.”

His gaze found hers in the mirror and his voice turned soft. “You’re enough.”

She took a shaking breath, leaning back against the support he provided.

“You think so?”

His lips were soft against her cheek. “I know so.”

She rolled his eyes but leaned into him, relishing in his strength. He had her back. As always.

“Now go out there and prove to all of them what an amazing headmistress you are.” 

At the doubt still lingering on her face he pulled her closer once more, lips finding hers in a gentle kiss. “You can do this.”

She let her lips linger on his just long enough for the warm glow of his love to envelop her and soothen the writhing ball of anxiety inside her. He was right. She had faced Blood Witches and Burned Ones, she could also face an auditorium full of people.

With one last nod, she stepped away from his embrace. Staring at her reflection, she straightened her shoulders and back.

She could do this.

She had to do this.

For Alfea.

[dragonfly0808]

Hey Girl!

What are the living conditions of the crew? Where do they live and roommate situation? I need it for my head haha

kay, so. Basically they live in two houses on the same block (cause co-dependancy) and share rooms same as they do in Alfea and Red Fountain so:

Bloom and Stella. Flora and Aisha. Tecna and Musa. Sky and Brandon. Helia and Riven. Timmy and Nabu.

The houses are three bedrooms two bathrooms and have small but good kitchens and living rooms cause the Company of Light is financing the trip and they weren’t sure how long they’d be there for so they chose to live comfortably

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x reader - my family

Hello 🤎 saul silva x reader with their first baby daughter.. what kind of dad he is?? - Anon💜

Saul had been arrested on the same day you went into labour, they allowed him to go to the hospital with you, and be with you.

When she was born you smiled softly up at him, and he looked at the baby in your arms.

“Little baby Poppy…” you whispered.

You glanced up at him to see tears falling down his face, and you turned to the female soldiers who had just entered the room.

“Let him hold her… please…”

“For a few minutes.” One said softly.

They unlocked his cuffs, and immediately he reached out, picking up the little girl, and he looked at her, smiling softly as he sat down with you.

“Oh she’s so small…” he whispered.

You smiled, taking a photo of them both, and you set your phone down.

Saul leant down, gently kissing the baby’s head.

“We have to go..”

Saul looked up at the soldiers.

“Give me a minute.. please…”

They nodded and backed away, and he stood up, walking around with the little girl in his arms, just watching her as she slept.

Finally he walked back over, handing you Poppy back, he sat down next to you and reached out, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be back I promise…”

“I know you will sweetheart..”

Saul leant forward, softly kissing you, then he kissed your head and kissed Poppy’s head as well and he stood up.

The soldiers apologised to you and took him away.

And it was hard learning how to care for a newborn alone, but you got the hang on it, and being away from the drama at Alfea really helped.

You and Saul both had your own houses, and you flicked between them, but since his was already set up for him and Sky, you both thought it would be easier to raise Poppy in yours, since you had more room.

And it was a lot easier.

Poppy was a few months old now, and you had to admit to yourself she really did look a lot like Saul. She had his bright blue eyes, and you were sure when she grew she was going to be a spitting image of him.

Laying on your stomach, you smiled at Poppy as she laid on her back, giggling as she slapped the toys.

“You’re so easily entertained.” You laughed.

Sitting up, you smiled down at her.

“Would you like some lunch little lady?”

You stood up, heading to the sofa you grabbed the vest and put it on, then you walked over and swept her from the ground making her giggle louder.

You set her into the little harness and walked to the kitchen to start putting together a bottle.

Hearing a knock on your door, you stopped what you were doing and held out your finger for her to grab.

“A little detour first.” You smiled.

Kissing her head, you made your way to the front door to see it was already open.

Standing in front of you was your husband, messy hair, beard, slightly bruised.

“Saul…”

Tears ran down your face and he rushed over to hug you and you quickly pushed him away.

He looked hurt until he saw you pointing to the baby in the vest.

“Sorry. Sorry.”

He walked over and hugged you gently, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his tears soaking your skin.

You held him tightly and you both just stood there for a few minutes before you heard Poppy babbling to herself.

Saul pulled away and you smiled a little.

“It’s lunch time, you wanna feed her?”

“I.. I don’t know if I can…”

You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, gently tugging at his beard.

“You shower and shave this because trust me once she has something she’s not letting go, I’ll get her bottle ready.”

You gently kissed him and you both went your separate ways.

When he came back you were still in the kitchen so he walked in and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

Poppy stared up at him, making grabby hands and he smiled, reaching up a finger she grabbed it tightly.

He chuckled a little.

“She really does have a grip and a half.”

“You’ve got no idea.”

You set the finished bottle aside and turned around.

Saul reached down and pulled Poppy up, holding her in his hands, cradling her against his chest.

The whole day Saul spent with Poppy, holding her or playing with her and you left him too it, using the time to do some chores.

When the evening came, he was the one to get her to sleep and set her down, and he walked into the bedroom, immediately laying next to you.

He rested his head on your shoulder, and you wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair.

Saul leant up, gently kissing your jaw and you smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

“She’s so big now…” he whispered.

“She takes after you.” You smiled.

“I’m so sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologise it wasn’t your fault Saul, you know that.”

“I left you alone.”

“And it wasn’t your fault. Plus you’re a natural, Poppy loves you.”

He smiled a little and you smiled back.

Saul was the one who woke up with her at nights so you could sleep, he fed her, and wherever he went she had to go with him.

And you were completely fine with that, because you knew they both needed that.

You just loved watching Saul go around about the house, Poppy on his hip or cradled in his arms it was perfect.

Saul was a natural father, he knew exactly what to do and when, and he did everything so you could have some time to relax.

Though sometimes you would walk past and swipe your daughter from him, and he would just follow behind you like a shadow.

Today, he went to get some shopping and when he came back home he found you fast asleep on the bed, Poppy sleeping on your chest and he smiled.

Taking his shoes off he laid next to you on his side, arm wrapped over you, hand on his daughters head and he smiled to himself.

This was what he wanted.

All he ever thought about while he was in that cell, and it was even better than he could ever imagine

[msinke]

Prologue the princess' guard

"Rose, Wake up" Mom yelled from downstairs. I startled awake at this, almost falling off the edge of my bed or should i say cot. ''Coming'' I call back groggily as I rush to pull on my clothes. Simple yet easy to move around in, you never know what is going to come at you, not in my world at least. I rush downstairs while pulling my hair in a high ponytail, no time to waste.

My parents were sat in our small kitchen, my dad reading the news, and mom going over the night's reports. Grabbing an oat bar, I leaned against the counter. "Good morning" I said. "The queen wants to see you to day'' Dad said not looking up from his newspaper''. This caught my attention, ''Why would she need to see me, why now?'' I questioned before truly thinking."It's Stella'' mom stated annoyed, "Something happened at Alfea''. I flinched at her tone, of course it would be about her. ''What time?'' I asked standing up straighter. ''at 0900'' dad stated this time looking up shooting me a look. Looking at the clock, I had half an hour to get to the queens office, where she would normally take these meetings. "Do change you clothes though dear, that is no outfit to go in front of the queen'' mom stated than turned to dad, "dear, we have to run through the safety measures for the convoy, one last time''. ''I know'' He answered putting the newspaper down, and picking up the night reports mom had discarded. I tried to sneak a look at them but they now both openly glared at me. Shrinking back I left the room to go change into proper clothes, or well what would be seen as proper for the daughter of the queens guards highest officials.

So keeping my brown hair up in a ponytail, I changed out of the leggings, and hoodie I had pulled on into my combat boots, jeans and cropped combat jacket with compression shirt underneath. Practical, and what is expected of me. I sighed looking at myself in the mirror, my heart pounding. Nope, no panicking now, you have no time, I said to myself, before turning on my heel out of the room.

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I approached the queens' office with ten minutes to spare, never be late, I learned that the hard way. I nodded at the two guards standing at the doors, Jake and Jason, two brothers hand-picked from Alfeas graduating class years ago by my dad. Loyal to a fault, not just to the queen but also him. ''What do you want, squirt'' Jake taunted, laughing with his twin. I roll my eyes,'' Dad said queen Luna requested a meeting with me''. They both started laughing at the ridiculous notion, I know what they think of me. The general and the spymasters' daughter, who did not deserve to be anywhere near here. I stood stiff as a board, letting their jokes and jabs slide. Or well, trying to, as my mind races through all the options. Maybe the usual, just a ball to attend or something. But what if, it's more than that, I tried to keep my composure. The only thing allowing me to keep it was the years of drilling it into me by my parents.

''Miss Lignille, come in" her assistant of the moment announced. They never lasted long, not with her anyway. I lifted my chin, walking into the office, curtsying. ''Your majesty'' I said at the lowest point staying low. ''You may rise, Rose'' Queen Luna said. I rose and stood in position. Legs wide, arms behind my back. The queen, threw the newspaper on the table. "Stella has been causing some issues at Alfea'' She stated, nodding to the paper. I stepped forward picking it up. The headline read "Blinded student at Alfea, accident or on purpose?". "What happened" I asked. "Stella did, she lost control and now her roommate is permanently blind'' The queen explained. "We managed to keep it quiet all summer, but gossip started. We will release a statement today that it was on purpose. Better to have Stella be feared rather than weak,'' I nodded, "So where do I come in?'' "You are to go to Alfea with Stella, her magic has become unreliable at best" The queen stated, ''You are to be near her at all times, following fairy classes, and keeping up your training when Stella has her one on one classes with headmistress Dowling. Your parents have consented, and you are to leave for the college today with Stella''. I nodded, ''Anything else I need to be aware of?" I asked. "No, that will be all, you are dismissed'' The queen stated waving me away. I curtsied before exiting the room, rushing back to our rooms in the guard wing.

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I had packed my duffel bag quickly, not that I had much to pack anyway. ''Rose" Mom yelled. I rush down the stairs. They were both dressed in their guard uniforms. "Let's go, we will brief you on the way to the cars'' Dad said. I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder, following them out of the flat. The only place I had ever called home. ''You will be in the second car, Stella is in the third" Dad started, ''When we get to Alfea you are to stay near her at all times, You will share a room, and classes as Queen Luna already told you. I have prepared a training regime, you have to keep up''. I nodded, ''Yes sir''. I expected nothing else from them. ''Now for the convoy, we don't expect anything to happen, but in case, you are to protect the princess'' Mom cut in, as we walked into the courtyard. Stella spotted me and turned to her mother. ''No Stella, this is not up for discussion. Rose is to stay near you at all times, she is there for your protection" The queen shut her down. Stella shut me a glare, which made me roll my eyes. We used to be close, but evidently not anymore though no since I got appointed as her guard and body double. I nodded to my parents getting into the car, there would be no teary goodbyes not in our family. As we drove away, I had one last glimpse of the palace, as huge of an assignment this is, I was excited. I got to go to Alfea, finally away from them.

[shifting-swiftie]

Hiii! Could you please talk a bit about your Winx DR? For example, how transformations work, Alfea, and magic in general? Thanks in advance!

Yes ofc!

I haven’t shifted here yet so this is just how I envision it in my script.

With the transformations, I personally needed to have a transformation like in the show bc it was everything my five year old self ever wanted. But for convenience I made it so for everyone else around me, it is pretty much a flash of light and only last a few seconds.

Onto Alfea, I thought that it made the most sense for it to be like a posher school, so it’s mainly students who are royalty or come from important families, or if they have strong enough magic, they can get a scholarship. The classes are a mix of magic - including offensive, defensive, wild magic and other magic types I haven’t scripted yet. The other types of classes are more basic life skills and things to do with like royal history and politics.

With the dorms I made it so you can fit up to eight people in a dorm, with four bedrooms, a bathroom and a mini kitchen and living space in each dorm room/suite (I also scripted that the Winx suite was the nicest bc why not). I made it so for your first year you are randomly assigned to a room and dorm, but after that you can request who you want to room and live with for the other years - so for my dr I scripted that I share a room with Stella.

Like in the show, each fairy has their own individual magic, and I made it so that their magic is powered by energy created by their element. So for example, Stella magic is powered by the sun AND MOON (her moon powers need to be acknowledged) and I scripted that I’m the fairy of blood so my magic is a mix of bloodbending and magic powered by the heart and blood (I pretty much just mixed bloodbenders and heartrenders together.)

Then all fairies have like a base magic - being able to fly and transform, telekinesis, stuff like that, but even that magic is slightly different for every fairy as they might use different personally techniques and stuff to control their magic.

Hope this helps, and also sorry it took me a while to get this done!

[itsmebytch001]

Musa And Riven, When Will We Be Rid Them?:

Note: Musa Comes back from transfiguration lesson at the end of the day, where Riven has arranged to meet her outside the gate for a date, Musa has high expectations for the date, she's making a picnic, before hand, let's hope all goes well!

Musa's long day of academic scolding has finally ended, after Transfiguration she truly had have enough, dragging her feet to her shared dorm room, her heavy book bag slowing her down, all she could think about while slugging down the halls was Riven, they had agreed to meet outside the back gate of Alfea at 17:30pm, Now it being 16:00 she had an hour to prepare her planned picnic.

Finally, so very tired she finds herself standing outside the mirrored door entry to her dorm room. Looking at her reflection in the door she see's her tired eyes, and broken posture, she really is exhausted, but Riven hasn't been free to meet in weeks! So she opens the door, throws her bag onto the kitchen table and sits, contemplating whether or not she actually has the energy to see Riven, or make the Picnic basket, with her head in her hands, staring at the floor, she sees two sandaled feet standing over her.

Stella places her hand on Musa's shoulder.

Stella: "Hey girlie, You okay?"

Flora leaning in her doorway says,

Flora: "She's going to see Riven tonight"

Musa knew Flora never liked him, she said it was because he was snarky, aggressive, under mining, a liar, you know all that! But Flora didn't know him like she did, he really can be sweet when he wants too.

Stella: "ooooh" Stella and Flora exchange a look, Though Musa can't see it she knows, its a

'is she serious? is she REALLY going to see him?'

Flora walks over to back Stella, standing over Musa, it feels like a wall of judgement, and from her friends! Musa felt small, even though she knew her friends meant well, she didn't care for their unspoken shrewdness. And even though both Stella, Flora, Ayisha, Bloom and Tecna openly didn't like him, it's not like they can stop her? they cant' make her break up with him! They can't force Riven to leave her (Permanently) So powerlessly they offered the same advice of how to deal with him over and over again, comforted her while she cried in her bed about how oh-' he left me for another girl' or 'he kissed another girl in front of me' and 'he left me...AGAIN!'

And oh GOD was it tiering, but hey, what could they really do? Musa got up to get ready for the date night, she looks quite terrible, messly hair, dead eyes, and stained clothes, so she dismissed her friends and went off to her room, closing the door behind her to change, opened her wardrobe to choose a new outfit, while doing so Flora and Stella stood together on the other side, though they didn't say it they both knew later tonight they'd both have too comfort her, for whatever went wrong with the date.

Stella shrugged her shoulders and went to sit on the couch. Flora went to the kitchen.

Flora: "Would you like some tea? There is enough for two?"

Stella: "Yeah sure!" she waited only several moments ber0fre her tea was handed to her by an enchanted plant.

Stella: "Oh! Flora are you going to the catch up lessons for Potions and Potency? because I've been told I have to or Theye'll send a letter to my Dad! And honestly don't they know he was better things to do he's the King of Solarai, you'd think they'd respect him more right!?"

As Stella droned on and Flora listened, Musa listened in from behind the door, now in her new knitted dress, brushed out hair, and some mascara she looked presentable. But though she looked fine, she's wasn't ready to leave her room, with the lights off, Stading in the dark, alone she wasn't even sure if she wanted too see him, she was tired, had home work, and could smell Floras delicious mushroom stew cooking in the kitchen, but again Riven hadn't been free in weeks, so she had to go see him! and he was making all the effort to come all the way to Alfea, it would be rude to tell him no now.

Or maybe she just didn't want to leave the safety of her room, outside awaited her silent but disproving friends, she stood against the door, and allowed her back to drag down until she found her self hugging her knees, looking on at the floor, deep on compilation.

She noticed Flora and Stella had stopped speaking, it was unlike Stella to just shut up. The reason they had stopped speaking was because they too had noticed how quiet Musa was being.

Stella gave Flora a wide eyed look and mothed: "IS SHE OKAY?" Flora shrugged, so Stella stood and knocked on the door several times, stunning Musa.

Stella: "Hey love you okay?"

Musa was annoyed, she's tyring to butt in, tyring to involve herself in something that isn't her business. Musa suddenly swung open the door, looking irrated, she shoves past Stella and goes to make the picnic, dismissing stella completely.

Musa knew what she wanted in the picnic, tuna cucumber sandwich, sugar and straw berries, and pink lemonade, as she began to mix the mayo and tuna, Stella stood confused and offended about how her friend had just shoved her away, Flora too looked alarmed, and as Stella took one stride over the direction of Musa to set off, Flora rushed over too her to place her hand on Stella's shoulder, looking at each other, Flora shook her head in warning, Stella rolled her eyes, and stormed off huffing.

And as Flora stood alone in the room with Musa, though Musa's head was turned away from her, she could feel her disapproval. Stella exited the room and slammed a door on her way out.

Musa: "what's her problem?"

saying nothing, Flora then too left.

Now Musa, alone in the dorm continued making her picnic, alone.

Now you may ask, where is Bloom? Tecna? Ayesha? Well Bloom had gone back to earth for the week, and should be back the day after tomorrow, Tecna was asked to help fix the battel simulator after Bloom blasted it to high hell last month, and Ayesha WAS at those catch up Potions and Potency lessons that Stella was supposed to be at. All of 5 of them off doing things, and here she was, alone.

Once having had finished the picnic, basket in hand, rushing over the school grounds towards the back gate, running late it was now 17:20,She thought maybe transforming would make it quicker, but them she'd have to that whole silly song and dance thing. So here she was, running as fast as her legs would take her, while running under a large bridge she SLAMS Into another person, being knocked over falling on her bum, she looks up to see...

Ayesha: "Oh god, sorry Musa didn't see you there"

Ayesha had sooner gotten out of the Catch up Potions and Potency lesson, extending a hand to Musa to help her up, Musa takes it and Ayeshas strong arms pull her up.

Ayesha: "Where are you going in such a rush?"

Musa didn't have time for this but she couldn't just brush her off.

Musa: "Going to see Riven. And-UHH oh NO!"

Musa was horrified to find when looking down at her destroyed sugar strawberries had escaped the rubberwear and now bloodied the floor.

Ayesha: "Oh no, I'm sorry"

Musa: " Its FINE I just need to go, see you later!"

With that said, Musa Ran off towards the gate, And as she ran off Ayesha yelled out-

Ayesha: "Do you know where Stella is?! I have a note for her!"

But her call landed on deaf ears as she was already out of ear shot, disappointed Ayesha looked down into her hand where she held the note in her hand, given to her by Wizgiz to hand to Stella, scolding her for not attending , though she didn't know what it said, she knew it wasn't good. Actually the note was enchanted so that only Stella could open it, and she had been saddled with.

As Ayesha watched Musa run off, she too walked away, off to find where ever Stella was hiding out.

Finally, Musa made it too the back gate, on time! where once she got over the wall, she found Riven waiting for her, leaning on his levitating motor cycle, He looked...bored?

Musa: "Hey!"

Riven: "Hey. You ready?"

Musa: "Yep!"

With that Musa Hopped on the back of Rivens Hover-Cycle and rode off into the forest.

~meanwhile~

Ayesha wonders around the Alfea area, she expected to find her in her room, but no, so she then found herself wondering around the halls, peering in empty class rooms, and even checking the Library, even though she knew it was super unlikely she would find them there but she was running out of places to look.

Having had given up, Ayesha goes back to her dorm that she shared with the others girls. Once she arrived she noticed how empty it still was, nothing and no one except the smell of Floras mushroom stew, and the ever present sound of typing.

Oh! Tecna was back. Ayesha went over to Tecnas room, knocking on the door twice.

Tecna: "Enter"

She was overly formal like that. Ayesha came in to see Tecna sitting cross legged in her chair, sitting Infront her 3 computers, running code and typing away, she's covered up the windows with blankets, the glaring light of her screens staring her reddish eyes.

Ayesha: " are you...okay?"

Tecna: "yeah...why?"

She said gulping down a swig of coffee.

Ayesha; "nothin, Any chance you've seen Stella?

Tecna: "No, but i'm sure she'll be back soon"

Ayesha: "UUUGHHHHh"

Ayesha groanded frustrated, running her hands down her face.

Tecna: "I take it she didn't turn up to catch up?"

Ayesha: "Nope! I waited for her outside, I called her, texted her, I left her a note on her mirror reminding her! and she STILL didn't turn up, and now Wizgiz is on me to make her come, how do I make her come? I can't! If she wants to fail let her! And now I'm stuck with this note to hand to her"

Tecna: "hmmmmm" She clearly wasn't listening, busy with her coding things.

Ayesha: "Anyways, what are you doing?"

Tecna: " Re-rooting the back drop of the battel simulator, while salvaging the remains of code that can be from the old hard drives"

Ayesha: "I-okay"

Ayesha knew when Tecna was in this stage, there was no way to properly communicate.

Ayesha:" do you mind if I sit?"

Tecna: "No, sit"

So Ayesha sat onto Tecna's bed, scrolling on her phone mindlessly, occasionally looking up to Tecna as she shook with caffeine running though her veins, eventually at around 18:00 Stella Burts though the main door, along with Flora.

Stella in the living room collapsed onto the sofa, Flora standing over her.

Ayesha, ready to pick a bone with Stella left Tecna's room, taking the care to properly close Teca's door, as to keep out light. Stading with her arms crossed, clearly annoyed looking at Stella.

Stella :"Oh my God hey Ayesha! Where have you been?"

Ayesha: "Where the hell where you?"

Stella: "what do you mean?" she was genuinely confused.

Ayesha: "The Catch up class, where were you?"

Stella: "Oh shit...was that today?"

Ayesha: " Of course it was today! I told you this morning it was today! I left a note on your mirror to remind you! How could you forget?!"

Stella: "Take a chill pill babe it's not that serious"

Ayesha: " Not that serious? you failed the class, you need these lessons Stella, the retakes are in 2 months!"

Stella: "Two months is aggggeeesss Ayesha I'll be fine"

Ayesha: " Right, well I have something for you."

Stella: " awww that's so nice gimme gimme!"

Stella shot up to take this unknown present, only to be disappointed by a pice of paper.

Stella: "Oh...thanks?"

As Stella took the paper into her hands it began to shimmer gold, levitate out her hands and began to misshape into...Professor Wizgiz as a outline of golden shimmer. 'Oh No' Stella thought.

Professor Wizgiz: "Stella of Solaria, It has come to my attention that you aren't attending, if this is a simple mistake, all shall be forsake, If not, tick tock detention dose trot"

And with that, the golden outline combusted into nothingness.

Stella: "Oh...Not again" she said whining.

Flora: "yeah well...maybe you should go to those catch up lessons"

Stella: "Ughhhhhhhh, Oh by the way, what's Tecna doing?"

Ayesha: "Tecna things, I don't really know"

Stella: "fairs"

~meanwhile~

Musa and Riven sat together under a tall tree, Riven leaned against the trunk of the tree, as Musa ranted on the beats she was working on, and Riven uninterested looked off. He hadn't eaten any sandwiches, He hadn't drunk any lemonade, and any answer he had given was short, or non scenically silly. Musa knew where this was going.

Riven ran his hand though his hair, and turned his face away from Musa.

Riven: " listen, Musa...I think maybe we should take a break"

This had happened maybe 4 times before, one very much wasn't his fault, when Darcy mind controlled him, but the other 3, where very much his choice. And honestly, she was ready to be done, that doesn't mean she wasn't hurt, just done.

Musa: "okay"

Riven: "okay?"

Musa: "yeah...okay"

Riven: "you're not even gonna fight me on it"

Musa:" why should I?"

Riven: "What?"

Musa: "I'm just done Riven"

Riven:" are you really serious? after everything this is it?"

Musa: "What do you want?"

Riven; " I-I..."

He stood up, brushed himself off, got on his bike and right before driving away gave her 'one final look' and drove off, leaving Musa deep in the woods.

Musa, almost shell shocked realised how deep she was in the woods, alone, she knew the school was far north, but walking would take maybe 2 hours?

So she decided to transfrom, flying would cut that time in half. So...

Musa: "Musa, Fairy of music!"

As she said that, her body glowed a bight purple, and blam, she had transformed, in tall purple boots, skirt and top, and headphones with small blue wings, so with picnic basket in hand, she flew back too Alfea.

As she flew over the woods, she observed the setting sun, and as the schools building become larger as she approached she landed herself on the school field, she was surprised about her little upset she felt, it might be because she knew he'd be back, or she had been though this at least 3 times before, she thought 'how many days until he called me, begging me back' time would only tell.

As a wave of purple glow consumed her and she returned to her normal clothing, walking back to her dorm, she stood outside the same mirrored door she had earlier, wondering, how will they react? She'd hope they'd be happy, or supportive? she wasn't sure.

As she opened the door to the main room she found herself looking at Flora re-heating the mushroom stew from earlier, Stella leaning in the door of Tecna's room tyring to make her come out for dinner, and Ayesha sitting, waiting to be served. Stella hearing the door open turned to see Musa, looking a bit glum.

Stella: "Hey..."

Musa: "hey"

Stella didn't want to ask about the date, she could tell by her face it didn't go well and really wasn't bothered to comfort her...again...

As then Tecnas tired pale face emegres from her room.

Tecna: "hey..." Tecna Cleary hadn't read the room of tension, her 'hey' was cheerful and unassuming she was too tired to care, having had been asked to help rebuild the code of the destroyed battel room was a heavy ask, but a project she wanted to take on, as she felt it would test her technological abilities, but as tired as she was, she wanted dinner with her friend's, sure they could go down to the mess hall, but none of them could be bothred.

As they all sat together, pouring their own bowls of stew, sitting around the table and begnning to eat.

Musa was almost offended that no one asked about Riven, she knew deep down that the Riven and Musa saga was tiring for them, and even though she didn't want to drag them back into it she wanted them to ask 'how are you Musa?' but no one did.

So while they sat and ate, Ayesha again railed on Stella for not going to The catch up lessosn.

Ayesha: "I don't understand why you don't want to go. I get it's not all that interesting but you need to pass this retake if you wanna continue!"

Stella: "You say this as if you passed!"

Ayesha: "No I didn't, but I'm at least tyring!"

Stella: "Ughhhh It's not that serious!"

Flora: "Okay girls calm down and oh...Tecna?"

Teca was so very tired she had fallen asleep on the couch, Only to be awaken by Flora's soft hand.

Tecna:" ughhh what do you wantt?"

Flora: "Tecna, you must eat!"

Tecna:" Not hungry" she said as she began to fall back asleep.

Even though Musa didn't press anyone to ask about her date, Stella felt some sudo pressure to ask, so she did.

Stella: " so...how was you're date with Riven?"

Musa: "Well...we broke up"

All four of them exchanged looks, tired, uninterested looks, they were all far to bored with this routine, so much so they were simply done...

So as they day drew to a close, and they all shuttled off to their rooms Musa was upset, angry even that no one came to comfort her, though she wasn't surprised, though she did wonder what Bloom would think when she returned form Earth...

Who knows how long this break up would last.

[crazycatfaery]

🍪🎄  ᕼєŁ𝐋ᵒ, Ⓣ卄𝔦ร 𝓲𝐒 ᑎⓞ𝕥 Ĥι𝕝lƗᵉ!  🐾🧚 Your HEX anon, here to apologize for making you cry last time… though it may not be the last time. 😈 I make no promises, especially when you talk about “angst, pining, pain”. But Rose telling Farah she has too much unfinished business? Shut upppppppppp, that’s too good! 🔥 No therapy for any of these adults, sorry, just more questions for you. Let me steal Farah’s tea set and pour us some while you ponder this round. 🫖 1 - Do you ever see Ben coming back to Alfea after the events of canon? (and if you feel like answering, why?) 2 - If Farah was dead (as opposed to mostly-but-not-entirely dead), how long does it take her to be resurrected, in your ideal world? 3 - Does Saul cook? If he does, what is something he likes to make? (If not, what does he survive on when Doris closes the kitchen?) 4 - Why is Rose the only one of these adults who’s not an idiot? (Kidding. Actual question: what was Rose’s favorite flower and how many times did she grumble about people assuming it was her namesake?) 5 - And for my shoulder demon: does Luna ship Silrah? I promise you that at least one of these has some bearing on your gift… but which one? 👀 Sorry for trying to sneak one last round in under the wire! So… until next time? ✨💚

Hi anon, welcome back, so happy to see you in my inbox again!! Oooooh I'm really looking forward to my gift, I'll make sure to stack up on tissues, just in case the ninja's come cutting onions 👀.

Let's answer your newest questions and see if my brain spits out another one of those sad thoughts. At the very least I'm writing another essay. 😂

1 - Ben coming back: I do! Ben is yet another adult that was wildly underutilized imo, and could have such an interesting arc. It also kind of makes sense to me for him to return eventually. Could be either permanently as a teacher at Alfea again, or just occasionally visiting. I mean, his daughter is still there, and though I believe he thinks she's very strong and independent, I'm sure he'd still like to see her. And Saul as well, and Farah, depending on if she'd get resurrected or not (Ben finally visiting her memorial, which only got placed after he had long left and Rosalind died? Oop, here I go again). It might’ve also been interesting to have Ben be the reason for both schools to get in contact for some reason, but that's more of a world building thought of mine.

2 - Farah resurrection timeframe: To be honest, I have many ideas about this and a hard time choosing which one I like most. Plus it depends on if this question is supposed to be answered with purely a Silrah storyline in mind, or a broader continuation of canon. I'll somewhat explain two ideas down here.

One of my main ideas and one I haven't seen used much (yet? Or perhaps I've simply not read any fics with this idea), is her getting resurrected early on by an outside source (the Shadow from S2 end? Or perhaps Marion?), but the main cast not finding out for a long time. Her return could've possibly been the cliffhanger of season 3. I like the idea of the girls having to struggle without that mentor figure for a while, getting forced to learn on their own or look for help in other ways/people, especially Bloom.

But I also quite enjoy stories where Farah gets brought back by the girls or by Bloom alone, though I haven't read many where the whole journey to learning how to get Farah back from the dead gets fleshed out much. In my opinion this would take a while to figure out, especially if Bloom would be needed for it to work and they'd have to retrieve her from the Dark Realm first.

Those ideas are more canon continuation focused. If we're talking Silrah focused then it would make sense for Farah to get resurrected a bit earlier on perhaps (with Saul somehow involved?). There isn't much Silrah in a Silrah centered story without Farah, unless you'd play with memories and/or her ghost/spirit.

3 - Saul the cook: I tend to either go with that he does, or that both of our main idiots are to be kept from the kitchen at all times. In case he does cook he probably makes a lot of quick and easy things, but secretly really likes to do longer recipes like soups or stews. He simply doesn't have (take) the time anymore. In case he can't cook he is just super friendly with Doris and ends up getting loads of extras from her that he can always heat up/save for later. And who says he's not the one that signs off on orders for the kitchen, so he can sneak in some extra things? 😌

4 - Rose not an idiot/fav flower: What do you mean, of course Rose was also an idiot, because she voluntarily hung out with these people! Jk, she does sound way less idiotic than the rest doesn't she? But I believe she'd have had her own flaws, of course.

Heheh, I like that you're thinking the same way about her favourite flower absolutely not being a rose! 😂 It would be hilarious if she'd hate them and her actual favourite would be something wildly different, like a Venus flytrap (does that even count as a flower?). Or something that's considered a weed, like a dandelion. Wait, isn't Terra magicking a dandelion in class in S1? 👀

5 - Luna shipping Silrah: I think she does, but more in an annoyed kind of way? Not sure how to explain it properly. She likely enjoys seeing them hurt/pining for each other, and sabotaging them. 100% a pot-stirrer, if she gets the chance. But she won't go out of her way to do so, though, she's busy enough! Just, if an opportunity presents itself to her on a golden platter, then she'll gladly use it. And at the same time she probably thinks the same as everyone else does: get together already, you idiots!

Awwwh were these the last questions already? I so enjoyed having to think about all of this! Your questions have been so much fun, I'm glad you basically invited me to keep rambling and enjoyed reading my short essays 🤭. Thank you so much, this has truly already felt like half of my gift! 💚✨

Not so secretly hoping you'll send me a few more after all, before the HEX posting period starts, so right back at ya…until next time!

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

She let out a sigh and shook her head. “So there is no need for you to banish the ghosts.” She said.

“You sure?” He asked, hoping to changes her mind.

“Yes….” She admitted.

“This isn’t your fault,” Janaya said out of comfort, hoping this could help heal her.”

Sadly his words did not get through to her.

“It is! I ran away to escape my enslavement while my people were telepathically torture and whipped! Some of the lumens left Lumenia and those who stay have doubts on me ruling.” She said in a self-loathing tone. “Worst of all, Starla was used as a weapon by the Faceless twice! I just want to hears my fortune again, to see it can get any better.”

Janaya is not surprised by her friend, Dorana 2, also goes by Dora and Doria, being so introverted. The lumen/fairy hybrid princess of Lumenia, who was seven years old child, when she came to Earth twenty one years ago, now at twenty eight years old.

She is sitting down on her chair not touching her slice of mulled wine red velvet cake on a cold plate. The whimsical music playing in the speakers and the smell of delicious cakes in display at Cassia’s magical cake café in Maldon, Essex, England. The atmosphere unable to shifts her mood. Dorana 2 sighed again, ever since six years ago, she was kidnapped and taken into captive on a planet in the Andromeda Galaxy where she was force into slavery by The Faceless. Mining for special minerals, forced to fight in combat at a Colosseum, and force to be bait for other lumens who were searching for her so they can used their stardusts to fuel their war machines throughout the galaxy and make their space travel and scientifice exploration much easier, since they failed on their prime targets of who they are supposed to goes after (Danny’s kids and Vlad’s kids). Poor Starla, her cousin was among the victims. Her magical eyes, known to blind people, fire destructive beams, destroying planets, including her friend from Alfea, who have came to rescue her, Victoria. However, this was not her first time as Starla was abducted by The Faceless at the age of 6, becoming their death ray and Dorana 2 made attempt to rescue her cousin at the age of 12, but failed and ended up being rescue by Hal Jorden and sent her home.

Even as an adult, all she brought was suffering onto others.

Dorana 2 remains quiet and grab the fork in her hand, slice off a big piece off the slice of her cake, partially destroying the smooth tender cream cheese frosting design as the result. Carefully put the cake into her mouth by the fork to take a bite out of it. As she chews, her taste buds dance because of the more subtle chocolate flavor mixed in with vanilla with a tart edge.

Janaya keeps an eye on Doria, while he is shuffling his cards. As he does Dorana Junior’s plan takes a downturn when Cassia walks up to Janaya. “Jan, I really need your help right now at the moment. Could you please rearrange your schedule on your client’s fortune reading another day?” Cassia asked.

Janaya close his eyes, then frowns. “Very well.” He said. He gets off from the café chair. Then he turns to Dorana 2.

“No, wait,” Dorana 2 plead. “Please, don’t go,”

“You do not need me to read your fortunes, because deep down you decide your own fate,” said Janaya.

Dorana 2 watch as the wizard and the candy witch goes inside the kitchen. Now alone with the Lumenian lumen ghosts that only she can see.

Victoria (mentioned), Starla (mentioned), and Dorana 2 belong to @gloriousdreamunknown

Janaya and Cassia belong to @froppy-butterflyfan2000 (me)

Conversation Prompt

“The ghosts that haunt me have started to feel sorry for me.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“I think it’s probably pretty pathetic. It’s my fault they’re dead in the first place.”

[referrix]

Alfea Interior - kitchens

[imkylotrash]

Heal

Pairing: Sam Harvey x reader

Request: Hello! Hope you’re good, could you maybe write a longer Sam imagine where the reader and him cuddle after something big? Anonymous

Tagging: @intoanothermind​ @artsyle​ @baueoud​ @glowingatdawn​ Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. 

“So, you’re telling me that Sam is currently on a murder spree because you couldn’t keep your powers to yourself?” Your blood is boiling. You knew it had been wrong of Musa to play around with people’s emotions. You had thought it when you saw her do it to Aisha, and you’d almost ripped her hand off when you saw her do it with Sam. But you’d held your tongue and now you are sorely regretting that decision. 

“Not a murder spree, just Rosalind,” Musa says weakly, her eyes twinkling purple as she tries to gauge your feelings. But you’ve been around mind fairies long before you went to Alfea - you know how to keep them out. 

“One person is bad enough, Musa! Sam isn’t a killer,” you exclaim, trying to stay in control of your own powers. Tiny sparks erupt from the tips of your fingers, so you clench them into fists. 

“If he goes up against Rosalind, she’s not the one dying,” you say as you storm out of the suite. The banquet has already started when you arrive, but you know how Sam thinks. He’s not dumb enough to attack her directly. Or rather, you’re hoping he isn’t dumb enough to attack her directly. You can’t really be sure how Musa’s magic has affected his mind. 

“Stupid mind fairies,” you mumble under your breath, as you head for the kitchens. He knows potions; poison would be an obvious choice. When you don’t spot him at first, you almost panic. Then you see the guard grab his arm, and you almost lose it. 

“Sam, there you are! I told you, I’d come see you when I finished up here. You didn’t have to bring the potion with you.” At no point does your voice falter as you take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. 

“Sorry about that. We had a date later, but Sam just gets so excited when he tries new stuff, don’t you, love?” You squeeze his hand probably a bit too hard as you pray to whatever is out there that he’ll get it and play along. 

“Right, sorry. I forgot when you finished so I figured I’d try and stop by,” he smiles, looking directly at you. Before anyone else sees the three of you, you look back to the guard and flutter your eyelashes. 

“Sorry about that. I’m off now anyway, so I’ll take this little geek back to the greenhouse.” You’re holding your breath as you walk out with Sam in tow. Halfway to the greenhouse, Sam stops you and releases your hand. You try not to miss the warmth he offered. 

“I guess I owe you a thank you.” 

“I guess you do.” Clearly, all the rage hasn’t burnt away yet, and you’re standing in line of fire. 

“Well, thanks. Now excuse me.” You step forward and grab hold of his arm. He cannot seriously be thinking about going back. 

“You’ve already been caught once. Next time they’re probably not going to be as understanding about it!” you hiss, your heart almost beating out of your chest. You’ve always cared about Sam and when he first dated Musa, you’d been happy for him. They seemed so good together that you immediately packed away your own feelings. Now, you realize what a massive mistake you’d made back then by not fighting for Sam. 

“Let go of me,” he says, venom dripping from every word. 

“I’m not even playing here, Harvey. You take one more step towards the banquet and I will knock you out.” His foot hardly even leaves the ground before you let go of the electricity. The shock convulses his body for five excruciating moments before he drops to the floor. Then, you text the only person who’ll help you without asking any questions. 

-----

“Thank you for coming,” you sigh as he turns the corner. 

“Do I even want to know?” You offer a half-hearted smile. 

“No. You definitely don’t.” Together, you and Riven carry him back to the greenhouse where Mr. Harvey is waiting. None of you talk as you place Sam on a patient bed, but you watch all color leave Mr. Harvey’s face as Sam mutters Rosalind’s name. Riven holds the door open, and you’re quick to follow him outside. 

“Listen, I don’t want to know what the hell I just helped you stop, but I’m not an idiot. And I heard the same thing as you did in there.” 

“Riven, please. I’ll take care of it.” He hesitates for a moment before sighing. 

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself in the process.” And then he’s gone, leaving you with the job of explaining everything to Mr. Harvey. After that’s done, you stay with Sam until he wakes up. You feel horrible about the bruises on his arm, but you tell yourself it was the only way to stop him. 

“Hey crazy,” you whisper as he looks around. 

“How did I get here? Did you stun me?” He tries to sit up, but you push him down easily. To be completely honest, you’re terrified of what he might do if he leaves this room. 

“I did stun you, and you should be glad I did considering how you were acting.” Sam isn’t a murderer. But you’re not entirely sure his anger is entirely gone yet, so you can’t risk letting him out of your sight. 

“Where’s Musa?” he asks, finally accepting the fact that he’s stuck with you. 

“No idea, I haven’t talked to her. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see her, so I figured I’d wait until you could decide for yourself.” You don’t mention her indiscretion even though you have a lot of opinions about her disregard for personal space.

“I don’t know. I mean, I know I have to at some point, but I don’t think I’m ready right now. Does that make me a horrible person?” He pulls at a loose thread on the bedding while avoiding any form of eye contact. 

“No. It doesn’t. Your feelings are your own and entirely valid.” Neither of you speaks after that, but you stay with him until it gets dark and you have to return to your suite. Over the next few days, you spend all of your free time with Sam. You know Mr. Harvey is looking into other schools and it’s only a matter of time before he’ll find something. The clock is ticking, and you’re dreading the moment where you have to say goodbye. Unfortunately for you, the day arrives sooner than you’d thought. 

“So, you’re leaving today.” Sam turns around with a few books in his hand, so you hand him the empty card box by the door. 

“Yeah. It’s all happened very fast.” You keep quiet, but Sam must sense something’s off because he opens his arms, and you don’t hesitate as you walk right into his embrace. Your cheeks burn when he places a brief kiss on the top of your head. It’s not unusual as such. He was always affectionate with you before he started dating Musa, and now he’d restarted old traditions. But you still feel your heartbeat quicken.

“I want to go but there are also certain things I don’t want to leave behind.” Your lips part in surprise, but you keep quiet, afraid to assume anything. He just finished things with Musa the other day. 

“I’m sure Terra will text you every day. I wouldn’t worry too much about leaving her,” you finally say in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

“I wasn’t talking about Terra.” He pulls away to look into your eyes, and you struggle to keep your breath even. 

“You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. And I thought what I felt for you was normal to feel for your best friend. But after everything that’s happened, I’ve realized that how I feel about you is so much more than just appreciation for being my friend.” This is almost too good to be true. You’ve waited so long to hear those words from Sam, and now he’s standing in front of you, looking at you the way you’ve always looked at him. And he’s leaving...

“I know it’s horrible timing. But I couldn’t leave without at least telling you.” Instinct takes over when you start pushing him towards the bed, but he quickly catches up. For the first time in a long time, a real smile plays on his lips as you push him onto the mattress. 

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” you whisper before closing the gap between you and him. 

----

Afterwards, you lie wrapped up in each other on his tiny single, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s a moment of pure bliss before the world refocuses and Mr. Harvey is banging on the door to let Sam know time is up. 

“We’ll keep in touch, right?” he asks, holding you tightly in his arms. You nod already scared that the distance will be too much for you. However, Sam proves your fears wrong. He texts you - every day. Good morning, good night, how was your day? And it all makes you much him so much more. Enough for you to ask for a transfer. And when it goes through, you travel straight to the man you love. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks surprised. 

“Well, it’s my first day. I’m looking for someone to show me around.” When he realizes what you just said, he engulfs you in a rib-crushing hug. Yes, you were going to miss the girls and Alfea, but this moment right here? Made it all worth it. 

[evebestt]

A prompt sent to me from @thelonewolfes, thank you so much hon!! This one wrote itself so fast lol, I love two idiots in love featuring a meddlesome Saul.

As always, send me an ask or a message to submit a prompt. Read here on AO3 or below

Meddlesome Affairs

You’d been a teacher for years, at both magical schools and not, but never had you thought your career would lead you to the esteemed Alfea.

You’d applied to the position partly on a whim, partly out of the excitement at the possibility of working at Alfea — and then been pleasantly surprised when you’d been called into an interview, conducted by none other than the Headmistress, Farah Dowling.

And then had been elated to find an email in your inbox two days later from the very same, offering both her congratulations and job offer.

While the learning curve had been steep at first — Alfea was a tightly run ship — you settled in quickly, building a rapport with your students and making fast friends not only with your colleagues, but, to your great surprise, with Farah herself.

It started at your three month performance review, a one-on-one meeting that had started out as business, but had drifted into personal towards the end, much to your surprise as well as Farah’s. You’d thought it to be a one off occurrence, a fluke that left you a little bit closer to the Headmistress, but a few days later when she’d stopped by your office and asked you to share a quick lunch with her, you realized you might just have a new friend.

And a new friend indeed — despite a slight bump in the beginning when Farah had finally admitted to being nervous about the innate power she held over you as Headmistress (and your subsequent reassurance that she would know without a doubt should she ever do anything to upset you), the two of you became nearly inseparable. Lunches when they could be managed, dinners shared over a nice bottle of wine she always brought, even afternoons spent in her office grading your respective coursework, it seemed like you spent every minute you could together, much to your delight.

She became one of your best friends — but then the flutterings in your stomach her presence brought around were just too strong to ignore, and you had to admit you had a crush on Farah Dowling.

You couldn't bear to lose what you had with her, and so upon your realization, you quickly decided that you would never act on your feelings, happy to keep your friendly conversations as just that. But the longer you knew her, the more you began to wonder if there might just be something there — there were looks that you shared, so casual and easy, yet there was a spark underlying them, one that at times had you wondering if she was going to lean in and kiss you. There were times a friendly touch of your arm would linger a moment longer than expected, and there were compliments that felt almost too heartfelt to just be that of a friend. 

In the soft light of her living room one night, the stress of a busy week finally melting from the both of you, she reached out and touched the sleeve of the blouse you wore, fingering the material gently as she murmured, “That color looks gorgeous on you.”

You blushed, and tried to hide it in your wine glass, but hadn’t missed her proud look at pulling such a reaction from you. “You’re too kind,” you finally replied, smiling fondly at her, “but thank you.” Maybe it was the wine going to your head, but before you could overthink it, you turned your smile into something more like a smirk and spoke again. “You’ll make a girl feel special with compliments like that.”

“Maybe I intend to,” she replied, a little gleam in her eye that made your heart jump and fill you with the urge to lean in closer, but then she was standing to retrieve something sweet from the kitchen, and the moment was broken.

For months, moments like that continued, moments you thought might drive you crazy if they continued, and you began to doubt your strict no action policy. She had to be flirting, you thought, the connection between you deepening as her compliments and suggestions became more and more bold. You in turn had become more bold with your responses, trying to match her level of interest when you sat close together and your body all but screamed just kiss me, and you were finally admitting to yourself that you’d have to do something about whatever it was between you, and only hope that your instincts were right.

And then, one night, it all seemed to shatter.

You’d had a late night, grading and planning out your lessons, and it was well past dark by the time you finally emerged from your office, ready to fall into bed and nothing else. You slowly made your way through the halls, bleary eyed from staring at papers for so long, but alert enough to hear Farah and Saul’s voices coming from the nearby courtyard, even if they were quiet enough not to hear their exact words. The sound made you smile, and planned to stop and say a quick hello before stumbling back to your suite, but upon rounding the corner, still hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit hallway, what you saw made you stop and press deeper into the shadows.

They sat close together on the bench, so close that their thighs pressed together, and it felt like a stone had dropped in your stomach. Saul leaned back against the table, his elbows on it for support, and he looked fondly down at Farah as they talked, her posture shorter than his from where she leaned forward against the table, her back towards you as she rested her chin on her clasped hands. A bottle of something sat on the table between them, their glasses discarded now, but it was a scene so familiar that it made your heart ache, if only because you’d shared it so many times with Farah, and now you were on the outside looking in.

She chuckled at something he said, her posture relaxing with the soft little noise, and it was the same as when she laughed with you, the same noise you thought had reflected her comfort with you, her interest in you.

What you thought had been her flirting with you.

They’re together, you thought to yourself, and of course they were together, you were naive before to think that they weren’t, that they were only friends. They’d been through hell together, had practically grown up together at Alfea, and now here they were, running the very same school, colleagues and lovers, friends and paramours. It was the perfect story — far more perfect than what yours could have been.

You watched as he grinned and pushed her leg with his, making her laugh lightly and push back, and you had to turn away before your heart broke anymore, had to leave until you were far, far away, so far away that you could just forget about everything that could have been.

~~~~~~~~~

You made a conscious effort to pull away from Farah after that — not because you were avoiding her, you told yourself, but because you realized just how much time you’d been spending with her, and how that might affect her love life with Saul. No, it wasn’t out of hurt or rejection that you’d canceled your dinner with her, or hadn’t dropped by her office in several days, it was just because she deserved more time with Saul, and since it was obvious they were keeping it a secret, she couldn’t very well tell you when she needed more time to spend with him. So, you’d do it for her — that’s all it was, just a kind gesture for a lovely couple.

You told yourself that every time you subconsciously made your way towards her office, or every time you thought about texting her to invite her for dinner — but no matter how many times you told yourself, it was becoming harder and harder to deny the hole in your heart that seemed to be shaped like Farah.

This isn’t high school, you thought angrily to yourself one day when you delayed the start of your lunch hour by a few minutes because you knew this was the time Farah returned to her office from her own lunch. The world isn’t over because your crush is in a relationship — besides, you were never anything more than friends, and you’re going to lose that if you keep acting this way.

But then why did it hurt so much to even think about her?

Shaking those thoughts from your head, you stood and grabbed your wallet from your desk drawer, the meal you’d brought from home not as appetizing as it had been that morning. Turning towards the door, you looked up from fiddling with the clasp of your wallet only to jump at the sight of Farah, knuckles poised to knock on the door jam.

“Farah,” you breathed, putting a hand to your chest like it could calm your heartbeat, what, is she summoned like Betelgeuse?

“I’m sorry,” she said, though with a hint of a smile, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, it’s,” you waved your hand, taking a steadying breath. “It’s alright. Is there something you need?”

She looked a little taken aback at your words, and you could’ve put your foot in your mouth for being so formal with her, but she spoke before you could apologize. “No, there’s not, I just… wanted to stop by and see you. I think we’ve been busy the last few days, I haven’t seen much of you.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly guilty about how much you’d blown her off recently. “Yeah, definitely busy. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to leave you hanging so much these past few days.” Convincing enough lie, you thought to yourself as you tried to pair it with a convincing smile.

“I understand, it’s a busy time of the semester. Though, I, uhm, I wanted to ask,” she paused a moment, studying you, and then she cocked her head, her brow pinched a bit in concern. “Is everything alright?”

Not convincing enough, apparently, you thought, and tried again. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“I just…” Farah seemed to blush a little, just a touch of pink high on her cheekbones. “We were… close. More than just colleagues, but this past week, something’s felt off. Like we’re… pulling away. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

She was so caring, so worried for you, and it broke your heart just a little more.

“Yes, I’m alright,” you said, but she didn’t look convinced, so you smiled at her and reached out to touch her arm. “Really, Farah, I am. And we are still close, I just,” you paused, then decided to tell her some of the truth. “I just wanted to make sure you and Saul had enough time together. Alone time.”

Farah furrowed her brow at you, confused. “Saul and I?”

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging in an attempt at nonchalance. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with you, and Saul too, and that’s really great and I want to keep doing that, but you and Saul deserve time together too. Time for… couple things.”

Farah’s face suddenly cleared of confusion, and much to your confusion, she looked at you in amusement now. “Couple things?”

“Yes,” you said, almost angry at her amusement. “Look, I’m sorry if that was something of a secret, but I know you guys are together, you don’t have to hide from me, and you don’t have to sacrifice all of your alone time—”

Farah held up a hand, cutting you off, and when it was quiet for a moment, she tucked her hands in her pockets. “Saul is my best friend in the world — he and I have been through everything together, and the bond that’s created is unbreakable. But friends is where it stops — we’ve never been anything more, and never had the desire to be anything more.” She shrugged. “We’re friends, that’s all. Not a couple.”

The red hot flush of embarrassment began to creep up your cheeks and the back of your neck, and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. “Not a couple.”

She shook her head, and you let out a disbelieving laugh, looking down at the floor in your embarrassment. “Oh, gods, you’re not a couple.” You let out another laugh and rubbed at the back of your neck. “I can’t believe I just humiliated myself in front of you.”

“No, no,” Farah reassured, and now she reached out to touch your arm. “You didn’t, it’s alright. I can understand why you might think we were together, we can be very comfortable around each other.”

You managed to tear your gaze up from the floor, and Farah gave you a smile. “It’s very kind of you, actually, to step back and try to give us some time together.”

“Even if it wasn’t needed,” you said wryly, and she let out a little laugh.

“No, not needed,” she paused, a curious look that you couldn’t read crossing her face briefly before she spoke again. “Time apart from you is most definitely not needed.”

You paused at that, mind suddenly spinning — you’d spent so much time the past week to try and push away any romantic thoughts and to convince yourself that Farah wasn’t interested in you, but with a comment like that you couldn’t help but wonder yet again if it meant anything more than the simple nicety it could be.

“Ah, no, no,” you said after a long moment, trying desperately to sound normal. “No, I like spending time with you too. It’s been hard to pull back, so no. Time apart isn’t needed.”

You could’ve kicked yourself for how awkward that sounded, but Farah grinned, radiant as the sun, then nodded approvingly. “Good. Well, then, let’s find a time. I’ve missed our routine.”

You smiled back, the week of pushing down your feelings undone with a few simple words. “I’ve missed it too. I have to catch up on grading tonight, but dinner tomorrow?”

“Sounds great,” she said, her grin turning to something fond, and laying a hand on your arm, she squeezed it gently before murmuring her goodbye and leaving you spinning with all the possibilities of ‘what ifs’.

~~~~~~~~~

The next morning was a rare, sunny day in early spring, and you decided to take advantage of it with a walk before your first class, making your way to the river before turning back. As you made your way past the training grounds, you stopped high up on a hill to watch the early morning groups work through a series of drills, their spring fever evident in the way they became distracted every few seconds, joking and laughing more than sparring. You heard Saul call for a break, tossing out a light hearted dig as he told them to focus before their break was over. Spotting you, he waved and, grin evident even from a distance, started jogging over to you.

“Interested in joining?” he asked as he reached you, and you let out a short laugh.

“Not in the least — I’ll stick to my classrooms, thank you.”

He laughed too and shrugged. “Well, if you ever change your mind I’d be happy to teach you.”

You nodded and made a noncommittal noise, and then you both stopped to watch a pair of students start up some sort of game with their hands, a few other students gathering to watch.

“I’m glad to hear you and Farah worked everything out,” Saul said when one of the students had obviously won. “I know she was worried that something was wrong.”

You smiled to yourself, secretly thrilled that Farah had been so relieved that she’d already told Saul about your conversation. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s good. It was,” you let out a little chuckle, embarrassment washing over you again at the memory, “it was stupid, I thought you two were together, so I was trying to give you guys more space to be together.”

“Oh,” Saul said with a laugh. “Yeah, not together.”

“That’s exactly what Farah said.”

He chuckled again, then looked at you curiously. “You thought she was with someone? I mean, in general, you thought she was in a relationship?”

You sighed, not sure how to say I thought she was flirting with me without saying exactly that. “Well… not really. I mean, I didn’t think she was with anyone — it didn’t even cross my mind, actually — but then I saw the two of you alone one evening, and you were just so comfortable together that I started to wonder. But then we figured all that out, and I supposed I’m back to… assuming she’s not with anyone.”

Saul nodded. “I can confirm she’s not with anyone.” He was silent a moment, almost like he was sizing you up, and then he spoke again. “And, I think she’d like you of all people to know that she’s not with anyone.”

You snapped your head towards him, shocked to hear him say that and desperate to know if that meant what you thought it did. “Why me of all people?”

He just shrugged, giving you a smug sort of look. “That’s something you should ask her about.”

“Why should I ask her about that?”

“I think that’s a conversation best had between you and her.”

You gave him a look, crossing your arms in annoyance. “You’re just saying the same thing over and over again.”

He patted your shoulder affectionately, then, much to your irritation, started walking back towards the training grounds.

“Mysterious isn’t a good look on you,” you called after him, letting out an annoyed huff when he just walked on. “Keeping secrets isn’t your thing!”

You let out a little chuckle when he just gave you that smug smile over his shoulder again. “Just ask her about it!” he called back, leaving you to obsess over just what all of that meant.

~~~~~~~~~

You managed to make it through your day despite obsessing over Saul’s cryptic remarks, and before you knew it, it was time for dinner. You were on your way to Farah’s office to meet her when you rounded a corner only to see her emerge from a classroom, arms filled with paperwork from what you assumed was her latest meeting. She met your eyes and smiled, waiting as you quickened your pace to catch up with her.

“Ready for dinner?”

“Yes, let me just drop this in my office,” she said, gesturing to the stack of folders she carried.

You made companionable small talk as you walked, pausing only at the door to her office, which she unlocked with a wave of her hand. She motioned you in with a nod of her head, and you went over to admire the new flower one of her orchids had produced before noticing the bottle of wine that sat on her desk. “What’s that for?”

She glanced at you, frowning in confusion. “I’m not sure, it’s not mine.” She picked up the note tied to the neck of the bottle, and upon unfolding it, immediately recognized the scrawl. “It’s from Saul,” she said to you, then focused on trying to decipher what he’d written.

Crack this open and have a conversation with her — something tells me she feels the same way you do

“What does it say?”

Farah startled a little at your voice, twitching the note almost like she wanted to hide it, and you swore there was a bit of a blush on her cheeks before she bent her head again, fiddling with the note.

“Ah,” Farah started, quickly refolding the paper and shoving it in her pocket. “Nothing. Just an inside joke.”

You weren’t quite convinced, but then she smiled reassuringly at you and held out the bottle. “I believe it’s meant to be a gift — want to share over dinner?”

Dinner turned out just to be meals from the cafeteria, taken to be eaten on a bench on the edge of campus, but the food was decent and the wine even better, and your and Farah’s conversation quickly slipped into the comfortable rhythm it had always been, leaving you to wonder how you’d managed even a week without her company.

When the food was finished, Farah came around to sit on your side of the bench, and you both ended up turned towards each other, one elbow propped on the table and one knee bent to rest on the bench as you continued your murmured conversation.

When it lulled, you both watched as Farah slowly swirled the last bit of wine in her glass, mesmerized into silence by the movement. “I said this was a gift from Saul,” she said finally, staring into the dark liquid. “Though it was given to me with a purpose.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “I’m meant to have a conversation with you. About… what I feel for you.”

Your heart thumped double time in your chest for a moment, like you were dropped suddenly on a precipice and you had to decide which way you were going to fall. 

“Actually,” you started, staring into your own glass, “Saul mentioned I should have a conversation with you, too. Something about asking you why you might want me specifically to know you’re not seeing anyone. Romantically, I mean.”

You’d both been avoiding each other’s gaze, but at this Farah looked at you, a mixture of humor and annoyance in her eyes. “He said that to you, hm?”

You nodded, and she chuckled, again in that mixture of humor and annoyance as she looked back to her glass. “He’s never been one to meddle in my romantic affairs. I don’t know what makes you different.”

She said romantic affairs, you thought, and that did nothing to calm your racing heart, nerves and excitement both making it feel as though it was in your throat, and you had to swallow twice before you could speak again. “So,” you said after a few long moments, “why should I in particular know you’re single?”

She was quiet again for a few seconds, and then took a deep breath. “I suppose it’s because I wouldn’t mind if you were the one to change that.”

Both of us beating around the bush, you thought to yourself, and nearly laughed at how infuriatingly vague you were both being, neither wanting to step on the other’s toes and ending up doing literary backflips to say the simplest things.

“Before either of us say anything else confusing or vague,” you started, making you both chuckle. “I’ll just say this: I like you. Romantically. And I have for a long time. That was the other part of why I pulled away when I thought you and Saul were together, because I was sad that I didn’t have the chance with you that I thought I did, and needed some time to process that. But now knowing I was wrong about that,” you cocked your head and gave her a teasing look, “I would also like it if I was the one to take Farah Dowling from single to romantically involved.”

She smiled at your choice of words, nudging the toe of her shoe against your own. “I’ve liked you for a long time, too. Admittedly, I’ve been flirting with you for a while, and thought that you were flirting back, which is why I never stopped my advances.” She paused, glancing at you briefly with an almost nervous look. “But if I may ask, why did it take us so long to have this conversation, then?”

“Partly, I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship in case I was wrong. And, well, I…” you paused, shrugging your shoulders. “I didn’t know if you…” you gestured with your hand, trying to find the most tactful way to make your point, “swung that way.”

You felt like you were in high school again, awkwardly trying to figure out who was and who wasn’t, but you forced yourself to glance at her, only to see her smiling faintly at you, her eyes shining with the fondness of it, and you couldn’t help but return it, if somewhat shakily. She reached out then, and tipping your head back with a gentle knuckle on your chin, she leaned down and laid a kiss on your lips.

She was warm against you, and soft was the only word you could think to describe everything about the moment, making you lean deeper into the embrace and let out a sigh of pure contentment. She made a quiet noise in response, barely audible, but the vibration of it tickled your lips, and you had the sudden urge to laugh out of sheer excitement, joy, disbelief, glee.

The kiss ended slowly, sweetly, leaving you glowing and pleasantly fuzzy, your mind sluggishly trying to catch up with what had happened.

“Do you know now?” she spoke softly, her voice a little rougher than normal, and you huffed out a laugh, slowly blinking open your eyes to look into hers.

“I might need more proof.”

She grinned, murmuring, “Happily,” before she kissed you again, and you blissfully let everything else fall away.

Late that night, well after the moon had risen and even the frogs had quieted their songs, you were still sitting at the same bench, but pressed close together now, and with your fingers tangled together just because you could. The rhythm of your conversation was still the same, comforting cadence as always, but now with her hand in yours and the taste of her lips still fresh in your mind, you felt as though something in your chest had shifted, just barely, but enough to open a space for promises and hopes and dreams and love.

“Thank the gods Saul meddled this time, hm?” you teased, reaching out to brush a fallen piece of hair behind her ear, glowing silver in the moonlight. “We might have never gotten here, otherwise.”

She rolled her eyes but still chuckled, leaning into your touch that ghosted her cheek. “Oh, I think we would have figured it out eventually.” At your raised eyebrow, she chuckled again and tilted her head in acquiescence. “But I suppose we do have him to thank for some extra time together.”

You hummed in agreement, and leaned in to press your lips softly to hers. “Thankful, indeed,” you murmured, and then let yourself slip back into the quiet of the night, with nothing but the sound of your breath and your hearts becoming one.

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul Silva/Farah x Teen!reader - never lost hope

Hello! I have a request for Silva/Dowling xTeen Reader story. They had a child once and it disappeared (like Bloom was taken in the first world) and now they found R and bring back to Alfea, telling R the truth. I dont know if you want to write it. - Anon💜

They never lost hope, even after 17 years of having nothing, Saul and Farah never lost hope when it came to trying to find their child.

Sometimes it felt hopeless, and sometimes they were sure they were close, but they still held out hope that somewhere in the otherworld or the first world you were out there and you were safe.

After confirming you were in fact not in the otherworld, they turned their attention to the first world, reaching out to anyone from the other world who lived there, any specialists or fairies that were there to help them.

All they had was a digitally created imagine of what you would roughly look like now, and that was it.

Until a few months ago when someone had sent them a picture.

It took a few days to compare and confirm, but they were sure it was you, and they reached out to the local police for help.

It was a slow process, but it was a huge lead, one they hadn’t had for years since you were a baby. 

But here you were, in a small town in Texas, growing up.

After emailing back and forth with your foster parents, they were finally invited to the home with police to monitor what was happening.

They weren’t sure if you knew or not, and as Farah and Saul were being escorted to your house in an unmarked car, the reality of the situation was starting to become clear.

“I’m sure it’s them.” Saul whispered.

“I know it is. It’s just if they’re willing to accept what’s really going on..” Farah whispered back.

Saul nodded his head because he knew she was right. If you refused to accept what was going on it would make everything a whole lot harder.

They pulled up into the driveway of a nice house where two men were waiting outside.

“James and Cody (L/N), (Y/N)s foster fathers.” The officer said.

The two nodded and climbed out of the car and walked over. The blonde male held out his hand.

“Saul and Farah I assume? I’m James.”

The black haired man held his hand out next.

“And I’m Cody, (Y/N) isn’t home right now so we can talk freely for a few hours.”

“Thank you so much for agreeing to this.” Farah sighed.

They were led inside and everyone sat down at the table and it was quiet for a moment.

“Oh we thought you might want to have this.” James said.

He got up and grabbed a binder and walked back over and handed it to them, showing them all the photos of you growing up in different places.

“(Y/N) was bounced about the system a little bit until they were 10, they’ve been with us since. We decided a few years later that we were going to wait until they were an adult to decide if they wanted to be adopted or try find well.. you two.”

They carried on talking and discussing your life, things that Saul and Farah had missed but were glad you could experience.

You saw the strange car in the driveway but you didn’t pay much attention to it as you barrelled through the front door, the Doberman behind you barking as he ran through too.

“Bodi dinner!” You yelled.

The dog barked and jumped up and down at the kitchen doorway.

You jogged through and grabbed his bowl to give him his dinner, and you held it up.

Bodi sat down and wagged his tail happily, waiting for you to place it down and walk away before he dived at it.

“(Y/N) can you come here please?” Kody called.

You mumbled out a reply around the apple you were eating and poked your head through the doorway, waving your hair.

Saul and Farah stared at you.

You were so grown up, just like the picture they had of you.

You walked in, leaning against the doorframe.

“And what have you been doing?” James chuckled.

He gestured for you to come over and he pulled a chair in front of him for you to sit down while you ate your apple and he picked things from your hair and shirt.

“Mr Riddon, needed help on the ranch, so I went to help, and I was climbing the haystack.” You beamed happily.

You looked at the officer standing in the back of the room.

“Hi officer Marks.”

“Hello (Y/N), been keeping out of trouble?” He smiled.

“I wanna say yes. But you’re here so yes?”

He laughed a little, shaking his head.

“Am not here for you kiddo don’t worry. Just here to talk to Kody and James.”

You turned to the new people in the room, and you smiled softly at them.

They couldn’t help but smile back at you.

“Hi I’m (Y/N).”

“Saul silva.”

“Farah Dowling.”

You nodded your head and stood up.

“It’s nice to meet ya!”

You headed back to the kitchen to bin your apple and wash your hands before making your way back over and you moved the chair to sit next to your foster dad.

Bodi came padding over, and he sat next to you, resting his head on your leg as he looked up at you.

“Who’s that?” Saul asked softly.

“This is Bodi. He’s two. I found him under the porch a year ago.”

You looked at your foster parents.

“What’s going on?”

They shared a look and sighed softly, reaching out to take your hands in theirs.

“(Y/N), these.. these are your biological parents. You were taken from the hospital a few days after you were born.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit as you looked at them.

“We understand you’re confused, but we have everything from police reports, posters, some photos. If you want to look through them before we carry on talking.” Farah asked.

You nodded and she handed them over and you sat on the floor to look over them all.

Bodi laid next to you, resting his head on your legs as you ran your fingers through his fur while you read over everything.

No one said anything, and you set the final paper down after an hour and looked up.

“So.. I was just.. taken..?” You asked quietly.

Saul got up and walked over, crouching down in front of you, but shuffled back when your dog got up and growled at him.

Placing a hand in Bodi’s back to make him stop, you looked at the man.

“We had gone home to get some rest, and the hospital never told us until we got there the next day. We’ve spent a little over 17 years looking for you.”

Farah nodded her head and placed her hand on Saul’s shoulder.

“We never gave up, every summer and every Christmas we’d come looking for you. We had friends looking for you as well, it’s how we found you, but we wanted to speak to your foster parents before coming out.”

“You knew I was here?”

“We only found out a few months ago. If James and Kody weren’t okay with us coming out we would have waited until you were an adult before getting in contact with you. We didn’t want to overstep our boundaries, and we don’t want to now. Everything is in your hands.” Saul explained.

You slowly nodded your head and stood up, patting your hand against your thigh.

“I.. I need to go..”

Before anyone could stop you, you and Bodi were gone out the front door and Saul sighed, hanging his head low and Farah took his hand in hers.

“Just give them some time, I’m sure they’ll come around. Do you two have a place to stay?” Kody asked.

“No, we weren’t sure if we were going to be staying or not.” Farah sighed.

“Y’all can stay here, we got a spare room.” James smiled.

They spoke about it for a few moments before agreeing.

It was summer, and they still had some time until they had to go back to the school, the Saul and Farah agreed to stay.

You didn’t stay inside for the next week, you were always out, and they were finding it hard to talk to them.

Sitting on the fence, you watched the horses in the background while Bodi laid in the shade of your shadow.

“You need to give them a chance, they ain’t bad people.” Kody sighed.

“I know Kody it’s just… my whole life I wondered what it would be like to meet them.. it made it a whole lot easier just thinking they gave me up..”

He nodded his head.

“I understand that kiddo, but they’re really trying. They wanna get to know you.”

You sighed.

“I know…”

Kody pat your back and walked away to leave you sitting there, and you carried on watching the horses.

You heard someone else approach.

“You know I have horses..” Saul said quietly.

“Can you ride?”

“I can.” He nodded.

You turned around on the fence, looking at him and Farah.

Bodi got up, stretching a little as he sat down to look up at you.

“Can you?”

“I can stay hanging on if that counts.” She smiled.

You shrugged a little and looked back at the horses.

“Y’all probably can’t ride properly. If it ain’t the country way it’s the wrong way.”

“The country way?” Farah asked.

“Get James or Kody to bring the truck to the gate, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

They smiled and walked back to the house and you pointed to the other side of the fence for Bodi to crawl under and sit there.

You let out a loud whistle and one of the horses snapped it’s head towards you before running over, slowly to a walk as it got closer.

Running your fingers over the head of the brown horse you touched your head against the animals.

“Good girl.” You whispered.

Climbing on her back, you gently wove your fingers through her mane and clicked your tongue and she started to walk.

Bodi happily followed along, and as you got closer to the gate, you tapped her side with your hand, leaning forward and she broke into a slow run as you lead her through the gate.

“Bodi car.”

The Doberman barked and jumped into the truck bed and you stood next to it.

“Ready?” James asked.

“You bet.” You grinned.

Kody jumped in the tuck bed with Farah and Saul.

“Let’s go!” Kody yelled.

The truck drove slowly away, and you waited before you clicked your tongue again, letting the horse walk on to the grass next to the road.

Once she was on it you leant forward and tapped her side again, and she started to run.

You quickly caught up to the truck, and you cheered as you threw your hands into the air.

“Yes!” You yelled.

Saul and Farah smiled and laughed as they looked at you, and Farah took a photo.

You looked at them both with a grin.

“Bet y’all can’t do this!”

“I bet I can!” Saul called back.

You hummed, nodding your head and you held the horses mane again as you reached over, holding your hand out to him.

“Feeling brave?” You snickered.

“Oh Jesus Saul don’t.” Farah warned.

Saul shuffled over, and he slowly crouched on the truck bed, and he reached out, taking your hand and he jumped over.

He was nearly thrown to the side, but you hauled him back up and he sat behind you.

“We do it all the time! She’s a rodeo horse! She’s used to it!” You yelled.

“What’s a rodeo?” Saul asked.

“There’s one this weekend I’ll take you both!”

And you did.

You took them both to the rodeo, explaining everything to them, showing them what it was and what people did.

“Have you ever done this before?” Farah asked you.

Leaning against the fence, you nodded your head.

“Yes ma’am. Last year in fact, lassoed my first calf here.”

“You.. what?” She asked confused.

You snickered a little, pulling out your phone to show them a photo.

It turned out a lot of stuff you did every summer they hadn’t ever done, so you took them to most of them, letting them experience then and as it grew to the end of the holidays you found yourself sat down at the table again.

“We won’t force you to come to Alfea if you don’t want to. But it is just a simple boarding school, you can come home on Christmas and during the summer.” Farah asked

“But again, it is completely up to you. We will have to give you a few tests to figure out who’s side of the school you would attend.” Saul nodded.

You nodded your head.

You looked towards James and Kody, and they held their hands up.

“This is your choice. But this will always be your home no matter what you choose.” Kody smiled.

You frowned a little as you thought about it.

Part of you wanted to stay, this was your home, you loved it here.

But the other part wanted to go, to get to know your parents and see how they lived and get to know them some more.

“What.. what about Bodi.. I can’t leave him..”

You looked at the dog laying at your feet.

“You can bring Bodi too. We wouldn’t let you come and not let him come.” Saul smiled.

“Okay.. I Uhm..”

You trailed off as you thought again.

“I.. I want to try it for a few months. But if I don’t like it I can come back here, right?”

“Of course. Of course you can.” Farah smiled softly.

You nodded and left the table and her and Saul stood up to hug on another.

It wasn’t you coming back to them permanently, but they couldn’t take you away from the life you loved so much.

But it was a step.

A step to them having their child back in their lives again

[dragonfly0808]

Hi! I just read Chapter 29 of The Blight of the Phoenix and I was wondering if we could see a bit of Stella visiting Brandon's family since they're now officially dating and we haven't seen them interacting in a while 🥰

I loved the chapter as always btw!

Stella could barely contain her smile, holding hands with Brandon as the door opened.

Alexa’s eyes widened like plates when she saw them holding hands.

“Fucking finally!” She yelled as she went to hug Stella.

“ALEXA!” Her mom screamed from inside, “Language!”

Brandon cackled and Stella was trying very hard not to as she held Alexa tightly, kissing the top of her head.

Once Alexa let her go, she went to playfully punch her brother in the gut, Brandon quickly playing along, the two play fighting as Stella stepped into the house and hugged Brandon’s mom, who gently stroked her hair.

“It’s great to see you sweetheart.”

Before Stella could reply, Brandon’s dad appeared before her, they hugged and then he smirked, “Please just tell me he took you somewhere nice for your first date? I raised that boy to be a gentleman.”

“And you did a very good job.”

Stella had been a bit nervous, she thought that perhaps now that she and Brandon were officially dating, maybe his family would act a little different, but she felt as comfortable as ever talking to the twins, helping Brandon’s mom in the kitchen while Brandon and Alexa play fought with their dad, who was fending them off while carrying Ginger.

Brandon’s mom chopped vegetables and sent the twins outside to pick some apples, “I was thinking of making pie since the apple trees are blooming.” She said.

Stella nodded along, “So… you’re good with me and Brandon?”

She snorted, “Oh honey, I knew you two would wind up dating since that first year you started coming over. The way you two danced around each other… Sky was going a little crazy if I’m being entirely honest.”

Stella felt herself blush.

“But I understand.” She continued with a kind smile, “When you truly like someone, it can be hard to confess your feelings, to take that leap of faith and hope that the feelings are reciprocated. Even if to everyone else the feelings may seem obvious, when you yourself are in that situation… you bend over backwards to convince yourself that something will go wrong.”

“Exactly…” Stella sighed as she looked down at the carrots she was chopping, “I just… I don’t want things to go badly.”

Brandon’s mom gently touched her shoulder, “You are good with and for each other trust me sweetheart, I know. But whatever may happen, you know this home will always be open for you.”

Stella smiled big, leaning her forehead against her shoulder, “Don’t tell your son this but… I only really date him because I love his family.”

Brandon’s mom burst into laughter as she pulled Stella in for a hug.

Brandon and his dad joined them to help bake the pie, Alexa asking dozens of questions about Alfea and Red Fountain, the twins entertaining Ginger.

Stella thought she’d never felt as at home as with her hands in dough, following Brandon’s mom’s instructions and trying not to giggle into Brandon’s shoulders at his dad’s jokes.

She definetely wouldn’t mind becoming an official part of the family someday.

[redhairedgirl95]

Idk I can totally just picture Bloom explaining Halloween to like the Alfea student body and all the fairies LOVING it and throwing a huge party of halloween night! If you are able to could you do like a halloween one shot? 🎃🖤

Halloween at Alfea

“So … that’s pretty much it.”

“THAT’S SO FUCKING AMAZING!”

“Princess Stella!” Inspector Griselda sounded shocked, but not as shocked as she was one second later, when Headmistress Faragonda spoke.

“Stella is right.”

Both Griselda and Stella (and the whole student body gathered in the auditorium) felt like they – or more likely Faragonda – were having a stroke.

“On Monday night Alfea will host its very first Halloween party. Bloom, can I entrust you and your friends with preparations?”

“Oh … of course, Headmistress.”

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Day 1/3

“Did Faragonda just say you were right?”

“Yes, and?”

“Nothing …” No need to explain to Stella how crazy the situation was, and they only had two days to make the school look like a haunted mansion. Better not annoy the queen of drama with questions she already knew the answer to. Or that was Musa’s strategy, at least.

“So, are you gonna sing?” Stella asked, as she they were choosing the perfect lights and music for the party. Tecna was checking their progress on her computer, making sure every group was on track. Bloom and Aisha were in the kitchen. Flora was selecting the perfect pumpkins. She would’ve also liked to ask spiders to decorate the school with actual spiderwebs, but Stella had almost deafened her with her screams at just the thought of it, so the spiderwebs would be fake. But pumpkins were fine, and Mirta was helping her choose them. She had developed an affinity with them after her weeks spent as a pumpkin herself.

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Day 2/3

“Decorations are up, pumpkins placed, food decided.” Tecna said, checking every item on the list. “Now we need to set up the stage, send the invitations …”

“I’ve already dealt with Red Fountain.” Aisha was on a pedestal, with Stella taking her measurements.

“What about Cloud Tower?” Flora asked, lying on the sofa while texting Helia.

“Faragonda said Griffin refused the invitation. She said our party would never be spooky enough for them. Griselda told me this morning.” Stella replied, while pinning needles in the fabric.

“Griselda told you? Are you friends now?”

“Are you crazy, Aisha? She needed someone to vent her frustration to. I just happened to be passing by.”

“Yeah … teacher’s pet, much?” Aisha joked. “HEY!”

“Ooops. Didn’t mean to pinch you. Sorry.” She wasn’t sorry at all.

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“Is your costume ready?”

“Yeah, Stella made mine and Tecna’s first. And Flora has promised to stile our hair. What about yours?”

“Oh, I’ve already got everything I need.” Bloom blushed. “And Sky’s costume will match mine. I’m so excited!”

“Cool! Riven said he’ll match Helia’s, but I don’t know anything about Flora’s. Stella has forbidden her from telling anyone. Same goes with Timmy.” Musa sighed, dying with curiosity.

“I know. Brandon won’t even tell Sky. Stella really wants to win the competition.”

“Is there even a prize?”

“I guess she’ll be fine with just taking all the glory.”

“Yeah, sounds like Stella.”

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Night 3/3

Bloom had given the fairies and the Specialists tips about Halloween costumes, but she would have never thought they’d put so much commitment to it. There were the classics: vampires, witches (or what passed for a witch on Earth), skeletons, ghosts … but movie and cartoon characters too. She had seen a couple dressed as Mickey and Minnie Mouse, a Harry Potter, Marvel characters like Ironman or Spiderman, even a dinosaur! Everyone had put their best efforts into the costumes, but it was clear from the start that the Winx and their Specialists would have won the contest.

For one, Stella was their personal stylist. In two days, she had made ten out of twelve costumes. She was exhausted, but proud of how they had turned out. Second, they had Bloom to advise them on what worked and what didn’t work as a Halloween costume. Third, they were the Winx. And if there was one thing they were good at was winning.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), only or person or group could win the contest, and so the parade started: Wolverines, Cinderellas, haunted dolls, and so on, walked the runway. Helia and Riven shot the crowd with their fake guns and dazzled them as they showed off their suits; Musa and Tecna walked hand in hand as the former laughed and acted crazy, while the latter tried her best not to end up laughing; Bloom looked utterly in love as she walked with Sky and they recreated characters from her favorite movie; Nabu kept kissing Aisha’s hand as she tried not to trip on her mermaid gown … and then Timmy arrived, supposedly alone, wearing a green suit. But Flora joined him, and Helia’s heart almost stopped at seeing her dressed in nothing but leaves. Nothing. But. Leaves. And if that wasn’t enough, Stella and Brandon walked behind her. Red dress and purple suit, both unleashing their inner madness, and when they reached the end of the runway and he took her in his arms to kiss her, while Timmy and Flora stood at their sides … well, the crowd’s roar was all the confirmation Stella needed. She had won Halloween.

Halloween costumes are down here <3

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

and something along the lines of "Up for making pancakes and dancing at 2am" with either Sam or Lancelot? like, I just imagine that could be really, really adorable

Aww yeah! I love writing things that take place late at night bc they’re always a little vague and so soft!!

Imagine this takes place somewhere after everything goes to shit in season 2 lol. Also this is kinda sad?

“It’s two in the morning,” a voice said from behind you, and you nearly dropped the bowl of pancake batter you’d been stirring. “Why are you even awake?”

You turned around to see Sam leaning in the doorway. You put the bowl down on the counter and took a second to catch your breath. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

He shrugged and pushed off the doorframe to come into the kitchen. “I thought you heard me coming. And don’t say the radio is playing, you absolutely should’ve heard me over that.”

“I wasn’t exactly expecting someone tone awake at this hour,” you replied.

Sam put his hands on your waist and raised his eyebrows. “You’re awake at this hour.”

Sighing, you ran your hand up his arm and to the soft fabric of his worn T-shirt. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Sam nodded slowly. After having to flee Alfea with the rest of the rebellion -what remained of them anyway- you’d had to take cover in an underground bunker that had been used during the war against the Burned Ones. It was heavily fortified with magic, so much so that passing the wards made you dizzy. It kept you, and most of the other fairies, up.

“So you decided to-“ He paused to peer into the bowl. “-to start making pancakes?”

You shrugged. “Had to do something. And then I got hungry, and figured I might as well make breakfast for everyone.”

“Breakfast. At-“

“Sam.”

He raised his hands in surrender, but you pushed them aside to hug him. Almost as if it was on instinct, Sam wrapped his arms around you, swaying you both softly to the song that was playing. It was quiet compared to Sam’s strong heartbeat.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his breath stirring your hair.

“Are any of us?”

Sam didn’t answer, only held you tighter. After a few quiet minutes, he softly murmured: “Let’s go and get some sleep.”

You nodded and let him steer you to the couch, where you both collapsed. Sam, already yawning again, made a halfhearted attempt at getting comfortable, but you were out before he could even wish you goodnight.