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[redhairedgirl95]

Could you write a prompt about Brandon being bullied for his royal status (and assuming he's not good enough for a princess) by some other students and Stella defending him before he has a chance to?

Don’t mess with my Brandon

Set during S2 – after the press revealed brella engagement – after EM2 chapter 5

“Have you heard the news?”

“What news?”

“Come on, man! Don’t you read?” The first Specialist took out his phone and turned the screen towards his friend. The cover of Magix Entertainment showed a paparazzi picture of an extremely attractive blonde girl and a tall brown-haired guy, walking hand in hand. Then, in the top corner of the page, a circle enclosed the zoomed detail of a ring – the Ring of Solaria – which had an interesting placement.

“She’s engaged? To that?!” He didn’t even pretend he cared to keep his voice down, and pointed straight at Brandon, who was working on his wind rider. He had rolled up his sleeves almost to his shoulders, and was kneeling on the ground, some tools in his hands, torn jeans, messy hair. Riven was helping him with the repairs and they had been having fun chatting and working until they noticed someone was talking about them. About Brandon, specifically.

“Yep.” The other one laughed out loud. “Can you imagine? Probably he’s gotten her pregnant or some shit.” Riven pushed himself up, ready to beat the shit out of those two idiots.

“Sure. And now she’s stuck with him. She wouldn’t have had the same problem with me. I know when to pull out.” Brandon stood up too and grabbed his friend’s forearm. It wasn’t his fight.

“And your brat wouldn’t be a fucking commoner.” They weren’t paying attention to the pauper, as the article The Princess and the Pauper (a lame title if there ever was one) had dubbed him.

“Hell no! If they ever allow him into the Royal family, he’s going to disgrace them all.” Riven looked like he was ready to throw a wrench at them.

“Hasn’t he already?”

“Ehm – ehm.” Someone, a girl, cleared her throat, and the Specialists turned around to meet …

“Princess Stella! How are you doing?”

“Good, up until you ruined a perfect sunny day.” They hadn’t noticed, but the sky had become dark with clouds, the same clouds that had darkened the Princess’ amber eyes. “Don’t ever speak to Brandon like that ever again, or I’ll make sure you two are never allowed into any royal family in the Magic Dimension.”

“We were just fooling around …”

“Besides, no one cares about the plebs.”

“No one asked for your opinions.” She replied, and soon her face lit up with a smile! “Shnookums!”

“Hey, babe.” Brandon had reached them, oil stains and all, and Stella had almost flown into his arms, greeting him with a kiss on the lips. The faces of the two Specialists showed obvious disgust – Riven’s too, but they were used to him – and the Princess, while still kissing her love, snapped her fingers.

A flash of light and the two Specialists found themselves on the ground, hands over their eyes.

“What the fuck?!?!”

“I can’t see!!!”

“What? You thought I’d pretend I haven’t heard you talk shit about my Brandon? Learn some manners.” She took her fiancé’s hand and walked away.

“Stella …”

“What? I haven’t actually blinded them! A couple of minutes of agony and they’ll be fine …” She smiled an angelic smile. “I guess.”

Brandon couldn’t help but laugh, before he took her in his arms and kissed her again. “My Princess in her shining clothes!”

Stella giggled, and Riven, once again kneeling by his friend’s bike, snorted. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Would you cut it?”

“Rude, much?” The Princess rolled her eyes.

“You look like you need a change of clothes.” Riven commented.

“Oh, I know, but Brandon is going to take them off in a minute or so.”

“BLONDIE!”

While Riven screamed in exasperation, Brandon stood there, grinning like an idiot in love.

[redhairedgirl95]

Missing Brella lately, do you have any headcannons or any paragraphs? 😞❤️

I decided to save this ask (and its answer) for Stella's birthday, so ... here it is! A little Brella for Stella's birthday <3 <3 <3

Almost

Set sometime during season 2

At the weekend, Alfea was almost always almost empty, because almost all the girls were out visiting their families, shopping in Magix, or in general enjoying their time away from school. It was rare that, during her long walks around the hallways, Inspector Griselda heard students' voices coming from their apartments. Especially that apartment, and that voice.

She stopped. Holding her clipboard, Alfea's Head of Discipline frowned and listened. She didn't exactly enjoy writing up the girls for their rule-breaking; it was her job, and they had no idea how many times she'd turned a blind eye and let them think they had fooled her. They could never. Griselda knew every inch of the school, and nothing could happen without her being aware of it. Especially that!

“Hey! Be gentle!”

The voice of a girl, a trouble-maker, a princess.

“I am being gentle! But you must stop moving!”

The voice of a boy. Of a boy! In an all-girls' school! Male visitors were certainly not encouraged, but neither were forbidden. And Griselda needed to have a good reason before she stormed into the room. She didn't want Faragonda to think she was overly dramatic, again. Truth be told, Griselda didn't really approve of the Headmistress' lax approach when it came to enforcing the rules.

“Brandon, you are hurting me!”

“It is supposed to hurt!”

Her fingers tightened around the clipboard. Was he hurting her? Was he hurting her on purpose? She felt her magic quiver at her fingertips, and she forced herself to count to ten before she intervened.

“No it isn’t!”

“I’m pretty sure it is.”

“I wish you did it like Flora. She’s so much better!”

... nine, ten. She let go of the clipboard and snapped her fingers. The door opened on the living room and Griselda stepped inside. She started talking even before she laid eyes on them.

"Princess Stella, you know these kinds of activities are forbidden on the school premises. And you ...! If you have armed a hair on her head, I'll make sure Professor Codatorta disciplines you properly!"

"Please do!" Stella begged her. "My hair hurts so bad!"

Brandon looked at the Professor, confused. They weren't doing anything forbidden.

It was only then that Griselda, so focused on the imagine her mind had built, actually saw them: the fairy was sitting on the floor and the specialist was sitting behind her on the sofa. They were both fully clothed (if wearing a top and a miniskirt - Stella - and a tight t-shirt and ripped jeans could be considered being fully clothed). He had her hair in his hands. He was braiding her hair.

"Do you think she is all right?" Brandon whispered.

"I think her brain has stopped working." Stella replied.

Griselda crossed her arms and tried to regain some semblance of authority, though her cheeks were red in embarrassment. "Well, it's almost dinnertime. Remember to be out of here by then."

"Sure." The specialist smiled.

"Bye, Griselda." The fairy waved.

The Inspector nodded and walked back outside. She picked up her clipboard from the floor and snapped her fingers to close the door.

"What was that?" Stella asked, as Brandon went back to braiding her long blonde hair.

He shrugged. "She probably thought we were having sex."

"Oh! We should do that!" The princess exclaimed.

"PRINCESS STELLA!" Griselda screamed from outside the room.

"Joking!!!!"

[redhairedgirl95]

Could you write a prompt about Stella and Brandon talking after the mess with Mitzi? Maybe giving us your own take about what happened there

Three words

Set after season 4 episode 13

“I miss you.”

Three words. The only ones they had directed at each other since they had sat down at the restaurant. Well, he at Stella, at least. Yes, they’d given the waiter their respective orders, but that didn’t count, especially because the little they’d eaten they had done so while avoiding the other’s gaze. Stella was doing most of the avoiding, while Brandon actively tried to meet her eyes.

“Should we have dessert? I’m not that hungry.” She replied instead, taking back the menu and practically hiding behind it.

Brandon sighed. He had thought that after their latest fight with the wizards things would be easier between them. He was wrong.

“Whatever you want, Stel. I know they make that ice cream you like …”

“I guess I’ll have a coffee to go. Tomorrow I’ve gotta get up early for work.” She closed the menu and opened her bag to look for her purse.

That bad, eh? Stella hated getting up early, especially for work.

“Okay.” He called the waiter and ordered two coffees to go, together with the bill. “I’ve got it, don’t worry.” Brandon left some money on the table and got up, taking his jacket.

“Thanks.” She got up too and closed her purse back again.

The waiter reached them and handed them their cups, then said goodbye with a smile. He looked pretty cute, not that Stella cared. Lately she never even saw guys. That little game she and Brandon played with them counting how many people flirted with them? Forgotten. Stupid game. Maybe it was because of it that Brandon had felt entitled to kiss Mitzi. Still, he kept repeating he hadn’t. Yeah, liar.

“Are you cold?”

“No.”

“Is the coffee good?”

“Yes.” She hadn’t touched it yet.

“Did you finish painting the apartment?”

“Yes.”

He asked her simple questions, hoping that she’d offer something more than her yeses and noes, but she wouldn’t, so he stopped walking, and she noticed only after four or five steps. Then she stopped too. Good. That was good, right?

“Are we done?”

Three words, once again voiced by Brandon, who had thrown his coffee in the nearest bin and was clutching his jacket in both hands.

Stella turned around and looked at him.

“You’re gonna ruin that.”

“I don’t care.” He replied, taking a couple of steps to get closer to her.

“I should go.” She said, still avoiding his gaze.

“Please, Stella.” He offered her his hand, which she didn’t take. “Why did you come if you can’t even look at me?”

“I don’t know.” Only then she looked at him, really looked at him. It was a mistake, now he could see her watery eyes.

Brandon’s eyes grew bigger and, with another step, he had her in his arms, as she started sobbing in his chest. Stella's cup fell on the ground, Brandon's jacket too, but neither stopped to retrieve them.

“Please, don’t cry.” He whispered in her hair, holding her close. He had missed her body, her scent, the feeling of her in his arms, but not her tears. He hated seeing her cry.

“Do you hate me?”

“Hate you?” He looked down at her. “Do you hate me?”

It took her a couple of seconds to answer. “I thought I did.” She replied, sincere. “But I don’t. I … I came here cause I wanted to hear your version. I … I only know Mitzi’s.”

“Mitzi talked to you?”

Stella nodded, wiping away the tears with a napkin she had conjured from the nothing. “She came by the shop the other day with her friends. She was saying how good of a kisser you are …” She wasn’t talking directly to Stella, but she was sure she’d done it on purpose, she knew she was listening.

“I never kissed her. I swear it.” He gently took her face in his hands. “She kissed me. She put her number in my phone. She made sure to always be wherever I was. I never asked her to. I never wanted her to. I promise, Stella. I don’t care for her.”

“But … that kiss … it seemed that …”

“I was too stunned to react immediately. But I didn’t kiss her back. I promise. I swear. You’re the only one, Stella. You’ve always been.”

Stella looked at him, at his beautiful big brown eyes she had never seen that sorry, that sad and scared. And it was all her fault. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him like her life depended on it. Maybe it did. She kissed him and kissed him, until she needed to come up for air.

Brandon was breathless too, his cheeks red, his eyes hopeful.

“I am sorry.” She said. “It’s like you said. I … I jump to conclusions. I saw her in your arms, and I lost it. I thought you didn’t like me anymore.”

“That’s right. I don’t like you.” He interrupted her, and Stella’s eyes filled with fear and sorrow.

“But …” She asked, with trembling lips.

Brandon took her hands in his. “I don’t like you, Stella. I love you.”

All it took for Stella’s demeanor to change from fearful to hopeful to utterly joyful were those three words. She kissed him again, smiling. “I hate you!” She exclaimed, while the contrary was written all over her face.

“Do you really?” Brandon beamed, holding her close.

“No, not really.” Stella stroked his cheeks with her hands. “I love you.”

[redhairedgirl95]

I can imagine the girls are a frequent topic in red fountain what does the boys think when overhearing others talking about their girls

here's just a little something <3

Don't mess with the guys' girls

"Did you see that?"

"Bro, I wrote that!"

"You wrote the list?!?!?"

"Hell yeah. I opened the website!"

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"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?"

They all ran to his room, they had never heard him scream like that. Timmy was a pretty calm guy usually. He could get really scary when someone threatened those he loved, but he was generally quiet, slow to anger ... except for when Tecna was involved.

He was about to throw his beloved computer on the floor before Riven took hit from his hands and looked at the screen. He cursed, and then they all looked at it. Helia had to use his ropes to physically restrain Brandon and Riven. It was not that he was against violence, but they had to be smart about it, right?

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Three hours later, the five Specialists were leaving Headmaster Saladin's office. There were bruises all over their arms, a cut on Sky's cheek, Timmy's glasses were crooked, Riven's knuckles red, Brandon's hair messier than ever, and Helia's shirt ripped, but they were smiling.

After Timmy had taken down the website and infected the phones and computers of all the people who'd dared to leave comments about their girls, they had waited until after dinner and had beaten the hell out of those shitbags (technical term often used by Riven).

Of course Codatorta had found out. Of course he'd told Saladin. And of course he'd punished them - a week of detention? was that a real punishment? The other guys had been suspended and sent home for a MONTH. -, but the guys were all smiling.

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"I still can't believe Bloom was higher than me on the list."

"Stella ..." He couldn't believe they were still talking about that. They had been talking for over an hour and she kept bringing that up.

"I know, I know. It was just a stupid list made by stupid people."

"Exactly. And you're at the top of my every list."

"You make lists about me?"

"Of course! You've got the best smile, best hair, best body, best laugh, best ..."

"Awwww. And the best boyfriend."

[redhairedgirl95]

What was Anne and Lucas reaction to Stella and Brandon getting ambushed I also bet radius was LIVID

After the ambush

Set during EM2 chapter 10

Radius

"Your Majesty?"

"What is it, Helios?" The King was enjoying a nightcap on his balcony, looking at the gardens below. It was never cold in Solaria, the time always being a perfect temperature, and slightly hotter than normal in summer.

"My King, you should see this." Helios joined Radius on the balcony and showed him a video on his phone. A second later, the King's glass was shattered in his hand, wine spilled on his shirt.

"Draw a statement. Another aggression like that won't be tolerated. Call a servant to clean this mess, inform the Queen," He still called her Queen even though she was a Queen no longer. "I need to contact Stella."

"What about your hand, Your Majesty?"

Radius looked down at his palm. He hadn't even noticed that he was bleeding.

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Anne & Lucas

"I am going to kill them!"

Lucas, who was sleeping on the sofa, lying with his head in his wife's lap, woke up with a start. He blinked repeatedly and sat up, looking for the threat ahead, but there was no one in the living room with them, just the tv but on mute.

"Annie ... what's happening?"

"People are the worst!" She exclaimed, shoving her phone into his face. "Look! Look at how they're treating our son! And Stella!"

Lucas took her phone and looked at the video: Brandon and Stella were surrounded by paparazzi and so-called journalists, and he was trying his best to hide her from the flashes.

He was immediately awake. "We should call them." And he did, but no answer came. He called him again. And again.

"He's with Stella, probably." She suggested.

"Should we call her?"

"No. He'll call us back." Anne reasoned, though she was fuming. She stood up. "I'm making coffee."

[redhairedgirl95]

What’s Brandon lucas and Anne’s reaction to stellas baby pics like graces and glasses lol

Stella's baby pics

Her father had photos sprawled just about everywhere in the Palace, but she’d managed to hide the most horrendous ones early on, or she thought she had.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Eyes wide, heartbeat raced, and not because she’d just come back from her morning run with Brandon. He’d gone straight to his bedroom to take a shower, while she’d decided to stop by to say good morning to her dad before showering and joining him for breakfast. Turns out, he was already having breakfast. With Anne and Lucas. Brandon’s parents had arrived a couple of weeks before to help with the preparations for the wedding. Anne was in charge of Stella’s dress, together with Queen Luna, who occupied her old rooms at the Palace, but wouldn’t spend too much time with her ex-husband if she could help it. At least they were on the same planet, right?

“Good morning, darling.” Radius stood up to hug her, but Stella took a step back, feeling betrayed.

“I asked you to dispose of those.” She said, deadly serious.

“I wouldn’t dispose of your photos, Stella.” The King’s tone was kind, loving, but the Princess turned around and left the room without saying goodbye.

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“May I?”

“Go away!”

Anne decided that was an order she could ignore. Stella was about to become her daughter-in-law, and there were certain matters that needed to be solved, even though she refused to do so. Brandon’s mom opened the door and entered the Princess’ room.

“Oh, Stella!” Anne ran to her, who was sitting on the floor with her back to the bed. She was still in her jogging attire – shoes, sweatshirt, ponytail and all – and she was crying.

The Eraklyan knelt beside her and took her in her arms, holding her tight. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I … I am sorry …”

“For what, Stella?”

“I … I look hideous. I … I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Anne put her hands on Stella’s wet cheeks and met her teary eyes. “You would never look hideous, Stella.”

“With glasses AND braces?!” Anne was lying. She had to be lying. “I was the laugh of the school. Of every school I went to!” Until they finally removed her braces and she decided to stop wearing glasses. She didn’t care that she was failing almost every class because she couldn’t see properly. She didn’t care for school, she didn’t need school. She needed to be beautiful, the most beautiful, every second of every day.

So that was the problem. She knew by now that before Alfea, before her second first year at Alfea, Stella hadn’t had much luck with making friends. And all those years of being alone had affected her in ways that haunted her still, sometimes. “People are cruel.” She whispered. “But you were never hideous. You never will be. Never, Stella. Do you believe me?”

“No.” No, of course she said that. She was about to marry her son; Anne couldn’t tell her that she was the ugliest little girl she’d ever seen.

“And me? Don’t you believe me?” They hadn’t heard him enter, but Brandon was standing by the door. Stella looked up at him, eyes wide. She was certain she looked even more hideous than she did in those photos, with her messy ponytail and her face all red with tears. “Your dad has shown me the photos.”

“Of course he has!” She exclaimed and then her whole body was shaken by sobs. “Do you want this back?”

Brandon immediately crossed the room and knelt next to his mom. Quickly, he put a hand on hers, to stop Stella from taking off her engagement ring. “Never.”

Anne was almost as shocked as her son. “Why would you think that, Stella?” It couldn’t be that serious. Why would she call off the wedding because they had seen her old photos …?

“Why?” Why couldn’t they see that? She looked at both. “I was the ugliest kid ever and … and that means I can be that again. I … I still have glasses …” Though she didn’t wear them.

“Then you think us all liars.” It was Anne. Her tone was firm. Angry, almost.

“W-what?” It was her turn to be confused. “N-no. Of course not …”

“But you do. Stella, you are beautiful. You have always been beautiful. With braces and glasses too. and anyone who’s tried to convince you otherwise … they are the ugly ones. Their souls are ugly, and there is nothing more hideous than an ugly soul.”

“But I …”

“If what you’re about to say isn’t I am beautiful, then I don’t wanna hear it!” Anne threatened her and Stella finally smiled. And she cried some more when both mother and son drew her in for a hug.

“My beautiful bride to be. Inside and out.” Brandon added, kissing her cheek. “Who’s in desperate need of a shower!”

“BRANDON!” Anne and Stella said at the same time and a second later all three were laughing.

Lucas and Radius, who were standing just outside the door, smiled.

[redhairedgirl95]

Loved the last chapter! I'd love to know more content about the interview questions that weren't posted!

THANK U ANON! Here's what happened right after the interview <3

Words of love

sometime during season 3, after Radius is cursed

linked to Birthday surprise(s) - Chapter 8 of All that glitters is not gold

Two young people, walking hand-in-hand through luxurious gardens, with sunflowers blooming all around them. He stopped and moved to stand in front of her. He was tall, taller than her, especially with that heavy golden crown on his head.

She zoomed the video and saw a little smile on the girl’s lips. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her smile like that. Not at him.

The King took the Queen’s hands and kissed them reverently, then she said something. Something funny, because he started laughing.

His laugh was never subtle. The whole castle heard it whenever he roared in happiness, though she couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed like that in her presence.

The video continued with the interview. She knew every word by heart, she could recite them and never miss a word, or a pause, or a chuckle. She had seen it time and again. Especially in the last few years. Whenever she felt the need to revisit a feeling, to remind herself that once joy exceeded pain in her family, she turned to that specific video. Particularly to the parts that shouldn’t have aired. To the unauthorized footage. The scenes from before and after the interview, when the King and Queen were alone, and themselves.

Don’t go.

You know I have to.

You don’t have to.

A conversation she had heard hundreds of times: her asking him not to go, begging him to stay; him insisting he had to.

Luna … I’ll be back before you know it.

That’s a lie.

She couldn’t hear their words. Nobody could, yet she did hear them. In her heart. In the memory of countless other occasions like that one.

I’ll come back to you. To you both.

The King knelt. He wasn’t wearing his crown anymore. Nor was the Queen. He knelt in front of her, circled her waist with his strong arms, and kissed his wife’s small bump, before resting his head on her belly. Her pale hands stroked his hair. White on red. Like a solitary cloud in a summer sunset.

“We love you.”

“I love you, moonlight. Always.”

Those two sentences broke her, like they always did. She stopped the video and looked at them, at her parents: together, younger, happier, unaware of what the future would bring, of how unkind it would be to them, to their little family.

She cherished that video, everyday she thanked the snoopy camera crew for disobeying her father’s orders and recording that private moment, forever engraved in her aching heart.

Her parents loved each other once. Arranged marriage or not, they had come to love one another. She had come from an act of love. In nights like that, when depression struck and her own feelings threatened to tear her heart apart, when she couldn’t find comfort in loving arms, she looked for it in those images. And she always found it.

There was love between her mom and dad. There had been, at least. Though now they couldn’t so much as greet one another without it ending into a fight, Stella knew she would always have the memories: hers, flashes of her playing with them on the beach; theirs, from their own stories; old articles, photos, videos, and that interview especially. Because she never had to imagine how the conversation had ended, because that last exchange had been recorded as it was. Filled with words of love.

[redhairedgirl95]

I wonder how Brandon reacted when Stella told him about her love-hate relationship with you. Any sneak peek? 👀

Little sneak peek of an upcoming flashback!

“You think I’m crazy. I knew it. The crazy rich princess who doesn’t appreciate what she has and makes up problems to be in the spotlight.”

“Stella.”

“What? It’s true.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“How do you know?” She blurted out. “How do you know I’m not just doing it all for attention?”

“I know. Because I know you. And because it makes no sense. You wouldn’t go through something like that for attention.” He grabbed her hands and drew her to him. “And I am here for you. Whenever you need me.”

“So, like when I have a manic episode and empty the whole fridge like a loser, just to puke it all like an ever worse loser?” She avoided his gaze. She was so ashamed that he’d caught her like that ...

“I said whenever, Stella. And I mean it. I wanna be there for you. Always.”

[redhairedgirl95]

I need Lucas and Anne and Brandon’s reactions to these photos of Stella round the palace

A little sneak peek of something that will come up later in the chapters <3

“Why are there so many pictures of you around the Palace?”

“Why not?”

“I mean … I saw some in the corridors, in the music room, in your dad’s studio, in the ballroom, in the dining room …”

“Brandon, I don’t understand the issue here. You too have pictures in your house.”

“Yes, but …”

“But what? The Palace is my house. So there are pictures of me. Yeah, dad might be a little over the top with putting pictures in almost every room, but … he says he likes to see me wherever he goes. Does it make sense?”

“It does.”

[redhairedgirl95]

Dzulia writes things

For those who asked ... all my fics and everything Winx is at this link, which is also pinned on my page

Enjoy! <3

[redhairedgirl95]

Brandon seeing Stella gaining her enchantix, and his opinion of it

Brandon comments on Stella's Enchantix

Set at the end of season 3 episode 8.

Quotes in italics are from the episode

“Stella! STELLA, COME BACK!”

But she didn’t listen to him, she probably couldn’t even hear him as she was dashing towards a raging dragon, which was ready to burn her father alive. And her too. Phantoblade out, Brandon was about to jump off the ship when he saw the dragon’s mouth open and breathe fire at the princess, but Musa and Aisha held him off and he had to watch as Stella used all her energies to save her father’s life, losing hers.

“NO! NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” He screamed and managed to shake off the fairies’ hands, but then the brightest life he’d ever seen almost blinded him and everyone else who was standing in Eraklyon’s Palace’s court. For a couple of seconds, no one could see anything, and, when sight was restored, there was a fairy-like figure standing mid-air. Someone with long blonde hair, an orange matching set, and wings so big they could support her weight just by staying open and relying on the currents.

“Stella saved her father and she got her Enchantix power.” Bloom said, looking at her best friend.

“Her sacrifice is what brought it about. That’s exactly how it happened with me.” Aisha added, standing next to Bloom.

So that was the Enchantix form. The form a fairy assumed after she’d made the ultimate sacrifice. Stella had been willing to give her own life to save her father, a father who didn’t recognize her anymore, one who had ordered his guards to chase her and even kill her. But her father still.

Brandon watched as the princess hugged the king, merely seconds before she had to fly right into the Owl, crashing into his arms. Brandon held her as she cried, as she allowed herself to be fragile and scared, while she unconsciously returned to her human form, still crying in his arms. Riven and Timmy could fly the Owl without him. He needed to be there for his princess.

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She had fallen asleep during the flight back home. Brandon had covered her with his suit jacket, gently caressing her long blonde hair.

“Brandon?”

“Rise and shine, gorgeous.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips.

“Don’t I always shine?” Stella replied, with a smirk.

“Behave, princess. Or I won’t tell you how hot you looked in your new transformation.”

Stella sat up, smiling at him. “I definitely need to transform in front of a mirror. I wanna see all the details.”

“Let me say I had never seen wings like yours. They are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“More beautiful than me?” Her eyes grew bigger and she sounded outraged.

“Stella! They ARE a part of YOU!”

Everyone on the Owl laughed, and for a moment they could forget about the pieces of their hearts they had been forced to leave on Eraklyon.

[redhairedgirl95]

Stella and Brandon Cuddling?

Solarian news

Set sometime in the future: Stella and Brandon are married and are ruling Solaria. Radius has abdicated in favor of his daughter, he and Luna are not together but on much better terms than before

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Why not?”

He took a lock of her short hair between his index and thumb. “For one, I like you better as a blonde.”

“That can be arranged.” A moment later, her hair grew until below her waist and turned into something that could only be described as the color of the sun.

“Second, I don’t dig the whole mysterious girl thing.”

“You don’t?” She took off her sunglasses. “Better?”

“Third …”

“Brandon, this list is getting really long and I only have ten minutes before the show. Could we continue this later?”

“Third …” he repeated, with a smirk on his face. “I know you like the attention and this … this anonymity doesn’t suit you.”

“What? I love anonymity! Nobody knowing I’m behind the collection, Miss Sunshine getting all the recognition … okay, I hate it.”

“See?” He chuckled, kissing her neck.

“Okay, okay. Tomorrow I’ll tell the world Queen Stella of Solaria is behind Miss Sunshine’s façade. Happy?”

“Not yet.” He whispered, closing the distance between their lips.

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History repeats itself: another royal crisis in Solaria!

Is the former squire soon to become former king consort? Maybe we shouldn’t have been so quick at welcoming a foreigner in our ranks. It’s no news that King Brandon enjoys attending mundane events while our beloved Queen deals with state matters, and has been photographed many a time by us (and lesser magazines) attending mysterious Miss Sunshine’s runway shows. Always alone. The Queen was never in sight. Of course she wasn’t. Her husband wouldn’t want her to find him lip locked with the successful designer (see photo 3). Queen Stella has yet to comment on the news. In the meantime, Miss Sunshine’s show is still happening tonight and the Eraklyan’s presence has been confirmed. Do they have no shame? The proud Solarians want answers and we will get them for you. Remember to subscribe to the Dawn for firsthand news on your favorite VIPs.

“Aaaand we’re a day late with the reveal.” The stack of morning papers had just come in, and they all had the same cover photo: Brandon supposedly cheating on Stella with the brunette designer.

“You bet. The group chat’s been buzzing since this morning. Apparently Helia wakes up at dawn to meditate.”

“Of course he does.” Brandon held her in his arms as they had breakfast in bed. Well, she did. Brandon kept nipping at her neck.

“Honey, I have a council meeting in an hour …” She complained, in voice that was not at all complaining.

“They can wait. We’re not separating, right?”

“Like hell we are!” She exclaimed. At a snap of her fingers, their breakfast disappeared and she turned in his arms to properly kiss him.

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They tricked us!

With last night’s show, Miss Sunshine is back on top. In the end, King Brandon’s PDA was justified, seeing that the famous designer is and had always been … his wife! That’s right, there’s Queen Stella behind all your favorite clothes. Click on the link in bio to watch last night’s big reveal, with Miss Sunshine turning herself into our Guardian Fairy, her iconic kiss with our favorite foreigner, the Queen Regent’s speech, King Radius’s teary eyes, and more! We wish the young royal couple a long and happy life together and stay tuned for more news on the hottest duo in the land of the Sun!

[redhairedgirl95]

Did Stella notice her mother left, what was her reaction?

It's the little things

Set during season 3 episode 1.

Here are part 1 and part 2

For more on the "wow factor" see here.

“Not even the color?”

“No, Brandon. You’ll have to wait and see like everyone else. You’re not special.”

“Aren’t I?” He took a lock of her hair and put it back behind her ear. Stella blushed at the intimacy of his gesture. Thank the Suns Lucas was chatting with Samson and Cyrus.

“Okay, you are.” She admitted in the end, unable to hide the loving smile that appeared on her lips. ���But you need to wait for the …”

“For the wow factor. I know.” Brandon smiled too. He knew Stella would be positively radiant the following night during her Princess’ Ball, yet he could never imagine her being more beautiful than she was in the present moment. And she always was. Ever more beautiful. Every single time. He had stopped asking himself if that feeling would ever fade. It wouldn’t. Stella was his everything, his other half, his light.

“Exactly.” She giggled. “And I guarantee it’s going to be one hell of a wow factor. Solaria’s best seamstresses have been working on my dress for months. Even my mom … Mom?” Stella turned around. She was sure she’d seen her, and yet …

“Stel? Are you okay?” Brandon asked, gently taking her hand in his.

“Uh? Oh. Of course. I just thought …” She shook her head. “Nothing. Hey, your mom is coming back. Anne!”

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Later, after she had said goodnight to Brandon and his parents, Samson and Cyrus escorted her back to her chambers.

“Did you see her?”

She didn’t have to tell them who she was talking about, it was written all over their faces. Solarian royals were taught to see through illusions and the same was for the royal guard. Stella was sure she’d caught a glimpse of her mother’s silver hair leaving the Palace through the gardens, even though she knew the former queen wasn’t supposed to be there until the following morning.

“So?” She added as they stopped by her door.

Samson was the first to concede. He nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty. We saw the Queen leaving the Castle.”

“And of course she couldn’t be bothered to join me and my guests.” Stella’s voice was cold as ice.

“Princess …” Cyrus tried to intervene.

“Goodnight. See you in the morning.” Stella cut him off. She opened the door, entered her chambers, and then slammed it shut, hoping that could mask the sobs that started shaking her whole body.

[redhairedgirl95]

Would Brandon’s parents ever see Stellas parents argue

There are parents and parents

Set during season 3 episode 1

“Do you need me to accompany you, Anne?”

“Oh no, Stella. I just need to fetch my shawl and I’ll be back right away.” Anne smiled.

“Okay. We’ll be by the main fountain.” Stella said, smiling at her.

Brandon took her hand and they started walking across the gardens, with Lucas behind them, chatting with Samson and Cyrus about Solarians and Eraklyans different fighting techniques.  

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She remembered where their room was, or she thought she did. She was fairly certain it was on the fourth floor, but which hallway? Solaria’s royal palace was much bigger than Eraklyon’s, and it had a completely different room scheme, but maybe …

“It’s official! You are out of your fucking mind!”

Anne stopped to a halt when a woman’s voice filled the dimly lit corridor. She was definitely arguing with someone, but that someone kept his voice much lower than hers.

“And I thought you’d reached the peak of idiocy when you granted her a place at the castle.”

“Luna! Remember your place!” It seemed the person she was talking to was no longer able to hold his temper, and, having heard that voice, now Anne had a pretty good idea who those two people were.

“I may no longer be Queen, but I know she will never be one. Bed her all you want, but don’t marry her. You’ll regret it.” Former Queen Luna said, each word a block of ice.

“You have no business judging me.” King Radius replied. “You have all the freedom you want. Shouldn’t I be allowed the same privilege?”

“You are the King of the most powerful realm in all of Magix! You can’t just marry whoever you fancy!”

“Because it’s not possible that Cassandra likes me for me and not for my title, of course.” His tone was even colder that hers. “She’s not you, you know.”

“Twenty years of marriage and this is what you think of me.” She slammed the door open. “Tell Stella I won’t be attending her ball. I can’t stand being in the King’s presence.”

“Luna, come back here!” He ordered, but she had already left the room, coming face to face with …

“Move.” Luna ordered, just as Radius reached her in the hallway and noticed …

“Anne.” He bit his tongue.

Anne bowed, first to him and then to her. “Your Majesty.” She said twice.

Luna looked at her ex-husband, waiting for him to make the proper introductions.

“Luna, this is Anne. She is Stella’s boyfriend’s mother. I told you they’d be staying at the Palace …”

Brandon’s mother. “Of course.” The former Queen regained her composure as if she hadn’t just been caught screaming at her ex-husband by a commoner. “Nice to meet you, Anne. Stella tells me you’re Eraklyon’s best seamstress. I look forward to seeing some of your work. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my car is waiting.”

“Of course, Your Highness.” She bowed once again, and Luna left without turning back.

“Is there anything you need?” Radius asked Anne, once Luna had disappeared down the stairs. Literally.

“I was just looking for my bedroom.”

“Two hallways down, to the left.” He answered.

“Thank you. Goodnight, Your Majesty.”

He nodded his head and left into the opposite direction. 

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“What took you so long?” Lucas asked, once Anne finally joined them by the fountain.

“I’ll tell you later.” She replied, heading straight for Stella, who was sitting on the edge of the fountain with Brandon.

“Anne!” The princess smiled, but was a bit confused once she saw she didn’t have what she’d gone to look for. “You don’t have your shawl …”

Anne hugged her tight. “I love you, dear. We all do, you know?”

Stella stood still for a moment, surprised by that gesture, but then she hugged her too. “I … I love you too.”

Anne took a step back and caught a tear that was trailing down her own cheek.

“Mom, are you all right?” Brandon asked, confused.

“I’m perfectly fine, darling. And I can’t wait to learn all about tonight’s sky.” She added, looking at the Princess again.

Stella smiled and led the way, taking Brandon’s hand. “Then come with me! We’ll have a better view from there.”

Lucas and Anne followed them. “So?” He whispered.

“I’ve seen Stella’s parents. It wasn’t a pleasant meeting.” She replied. “Let’s make sure her ball is a huge success, okay?”

[redhairedgirl95]

Can you share a prompt of Stella designing clothes for Brandon?

A birthday gift in the making

"Ouch!"

"Could you stay still for a moment?!"

"You keep pinching me!"

"Because you keep moving!"

"Why didn't you ask Sky to be your pincushion?"

"Because you're the closest to Brandon's physique. And you owe me."

"I owe you?" Riven frowned. He'd been standing on that pedestal for an hour and she hadn't finished her project yet.

"Remember yesterday? When I used moon magic to hide you while Griselda looked for you in Musa's room."

He remembered. Fuck.

His expression gave her all the answers she needed. "Good. And now stay still, I'm almost finished."

"You said that thirty minutes ago ... OUCH!"

[redhairedgirl95]

Omg that fic of stellas going through her ed was amazing you write incredibly please give us a part two where the girls or the guys find out and try and help her I need her happy lol

Too proud to ask for help

Set before season 3 episode 21

part one is here

“Stella? Are you ready? We’re going out to train.”

No answer. Maybe she was still asleep. It was 10am already, but Stella could sleep for the whole day if no one woke her up. And it seemed it was Tecna’s turn to do so. She knocked a couple of times and, when the Princess didn’t answer, she sighed and prepared herself for her friend’s screams. Stella was never in a good mood when someone interrupted her slumber.

Oddly enough, she wasn’t in bed, but Tecna was sure she hadn’t seen her at breakfast. Maybe she was already out in the courtyard. But, as she was about the leave the room, she heard noise coming from Stella’s private bathroom. Was she sick? She crossed the room and entered the bathroom without knocking. Nothing could have prepared for the sight that appeared in front of her eyes. Stella was kneeling by the toilet, a hand to her mouth, ready to make herself throw up. Again.

Tecna’s blue/green eyes grew big and she immediately grabbed a towel and went to kneel by Stella, circling her shoulders with an arm. “Stella …” She whispered, using the towel to gently wipe her mouth and her hands, as Stella’s eyes filled with tears.

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Turns out, she’d been doing that to herself for weeks, using her illusions to keep them from noticing how much weight she had lost. They all knew about her history but they thought it was all in the past. Stella had thought that too before she’d found herself bent down on a toilet once again after their return from the Mirror of Truth. Her father’s rejection, Aisha becoming blind, Brandon’s capture, Bloom going away, Tecna almost dying … It had all been too much and she had been dealing with it the only way she knew how: by punishing herself for every single thing. If only she’d been more present in her father’s life, maybe she’d noticed he was getting close to the Countess; if she’d accompanied the Winx to Andros, maybe she could’ve helped Aisha; if she’d stayed back on Eraklyon, she could’ve saved Brandon; she could’ve gone with Bloom to Pyros; she could’ve done more for Tecna …

She told them everything, and they couldn’t help but think it was their fault too. They should have noticed sooner, they should have helped her. They canceled training for the day, and stayed curled up in Stella’s bed doing all of her favorite things. After a long, calming bath, Flora did her hair while Musa painted her nails. Aisha did her best impression of their Professors, making them all laugh, even Stella, who was sitting between Bloom and Brandon, whom they had called right away, thinking his presence would help cheer her up. It did. But he couldn’t stay for long and, at night, when Brandon had to go back to Red Fountain promising to come back first thing in the morning, Tecna volunteered to keep her company. They lay in one of Stella’s sunbeds out on her balcony, curled under a blanket, and looked up at the stars.

At some point, Tecna thought Stella was falling asleep, but then she spoke. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, Stella.”

“No? I’m making everything about me, as always. You should hate me. With all that’s happened to you … I am the one who’s complaining!”

Tecna looked at her friend’s eyes, which were becoming clouded with new tears.

“None of this is your fault. It’s Valtor’s. Everything that’s happened this year is Valtor’s fault.” She got closer and hugged tight. “We don’t want to lose you, Stella. We all love you.”

Stella hugged her too as she cried, holding onto Tecna.

“She’s right, you know?” Bloom asked, sitting down on an empty sunbed, followed by the other Winx. “We need you, Stel.”

“What … what are you doing here?” Now they were all on the balcony, all six of them. In their pajamas, and curled under blankets they had brought from their rooms.

“We wanted to be with you.” Aisha said, smiling at her friend.

“Yeah, and we couldn’t sleep. You cry so loud!”

“MUSA!” Flora was shocked and there were a couple of seconds of complete silence before Stella’s roaring laugh filled the air. “Oh, I’m sorry if I’m having a mental breakdown. I guess your next birthday present would be earplugs!”

To that, everyone started laughing. It would be a journey, but they would get through it. It was just another mission, and the Winx would win it. Together.