#ftws aisha

[partiallypearl]

God-sent, you're an angel (Angel)

[dr-lizortecho]

Get To Know Me Meme-> TV Shows [4/10] Fate: the Winx Saga

“You found me when I was lost. You brought me to a place that was safe, you gave me guidance, you surrounded me with amazing people.”

[hibiscusia]

I'M BACK (maybe not for long but who knows)

Giving some meme because that's all i thought about when i read those sentences

Thank you @septemberrie for the Idea of characters ❤️

[loulislife]

trying out some new stuff

[expectiations]

reading Fate: The Winx Saga Vol. 1: Dark Destiny and trying to wrap my head around what's happening. spoilers beneath the cut.

In Alfea:

Aisha is angry with Bloom for leaving.

Stella is trying to convince Sky to...move on?

Flora is chill as ever.

Kat and Terra not okay.

Musa insists on staying as a specialist now.

Queen Luna just 'fired' Stella in front of the entire school.

That shadow being is using animals to attack Alfea.

In the Realm of Darkness:

Bloom called her birth mum 'Ms. Dowling'???

Bloom and Beatrix are siblings????

They have a brother?!!!

Their birth parents were King and Queen.

I am *very* confused, chat. I feel like I missed something.

Brb.

[fitztragedy]

All I wanted was you

[medusanova]

Rivulets of Destruction

As the war nears its end, Grey and Aisha find themselves closer to peace than they'd ever been. The start of their plans, their future, it was just one battle away.

But fate had other plans.

read on ao3

[amchara]

If you're still taking story prompts, could you pls cherry on top write Skloom + jealousy?

Hi Jo! My first official published Skloom fic... *hides several WIPs* Hope you enjoy! 😘

(also, there is some background Greysha but I didn't think you'd mind that)

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Sky’s day was going from bad to worse. First Andreas had noticed a slight speck of rust on his training sword and had assigned additional footwork practice, where Sky just about broke an ankle. Then, Riven had let Dane and Beatrix use the shower in their room and therefore all the hot water. And now this… 

“Whoa, mate- go easy on that cup, I think you’ve just about killed it,” Grey teased, as he passed by Sky’s table in the dining hall. He looked over to where Bloom, Aisha and other fairies were crowded around the small table of Malacoy Academy visitors. 

Sky ignored Grey’s soft ahh I see and tried to school his face. He knew he was being irrational, could feel the hot pricklings of shame and rage that seemed to increasingly creep up on him, threatening to overwhelm. “You okay?” Grey’s voice came from beside him, where he had pulled up a chair. He clicked his tongue in sympathy. “Only two more days, and then they’re gone until next year’s exchange.

“Yeah, whatever-” Sky said. He got up and strode away from the table, trying to burn the sight of Bloom sweeping her hair back from her face shyly, as she exchanged phones back with that fucking prince, out of his mind. 

Sky stared at the whisky bottle in his room, kicking his feet angrily at the bed. He picked up his phone, spinning it around, trying to think of something- anything else. 

There was a soft knock on his door, and Bloom popped her head in. “There you are!” she said, cheerfully. “We were wondering wher-ummph,” she gasped as Sky pounced. 

There was a moment of stillness before Bloom recalibrated, and then- she was there with Sky. 

Her hair was falling around his face, and her warm hands were in his hair, tightening their grip, as he lifted her, off the ground, supporting them both against the wall, as he attempted to kiss her senseless. She fit perfectly against him, he thought in a haze, as her hands slid down, and began exploring underneath his shirt.  

“Wow, that was, wow,” Bloom said, when they finally emerged for air. “Happy to see you too.” She placed her hand on his cheek, turning it so that he could meet her, smile wide happiness and- face glowing with what he hoped was satisfaction. 

“I- did you have a good afternoon?” he asked, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious. “With the Malacoy exchange students.”

Bloom’s eyes narrowed suddenly in suspicion. “Sky.”

“Mmm, yeah, mine was busy,” He let go and cleared off a space on the bed, and laid back on it, hoping Bloom would join him.

Bloom climbed on top, perching in her usual spot, her chin hitting just below his collarbone. “Did this afternoon’s greetings have anything to do with the Malacoy boys?” 

“I-” Sky hated to admit his jealousy but- this was Bloom. He had to be honest. “I just- that prince seemed so…” he trailed off, lamely. “I saw you exchange numbers.”

Bloom let out a small laugh. “Oh- you had nothing to worry about there.” 

Sky shot her a confused look and she clarified. “Nabu wanted to give Aisha his number and he asked me to pass it on.” 

Sky let out a small sigh of relief. “Oh- right.” He frowned. “Do I need to tell Grey he should be worried?” 

“Nah, I think Aisha is pretty much a one-guy-at-a-time type of gal. Same as me.” Bloom giggled. She also muttered something about abs, which Sky ignored.

But even as she replied, she lifted her head, and the look directed towards him promised a heat, one unrelated to her fairy power. “But- not going to lie. I might kinda have a thing for jealous Sky.”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” he teased back. 

She smiled smugly, and well- Sky couldn’t exactly leave her hanging, could he? He pulled her down, kissing all along her jawline, allowing himself the sweeping feeling of relief that she was his, and he was hers.

[shutup-itsthewifeimagines]

Not my gif

Hi I would love to see any comments anyone has. Also requests are open. Have a nice day.

[medusanova]

It’s so interesting how this is a perfect example of two people who give and receive love in completely different ways. When you think about the start of season 2 and how Aisha is probably still smarting over all this while Bloom (and the rest of the suite) have started to treat her more like a guardian or authority figure rather than a friend or confidante — exactly the opposite of the loving friendship she’s trying so hard to achieve. The way they interact with her is sorted into one of two buckets: either what they tell her is watered down or withheld so she doesn’t have a chance to protest in the first place, or, in Bloom’s case, they designate Aisha as the ‘permission’ or stamp of approval they need to carry out a plan. (“I can’t be your moral compass, Bloom”).

Not only is that a massive weight on her, it definitely plays into her uncertainty where Grey is concerned. Is this another person who will place more weight than the girls (and Aisha herself) have already piled onto her shoulders?

Meanwhile, from Bloom’s perspective, it’s the highest form of love and trust she can offer anyone. Part of being as special as she is, is that she’s alone in her experience and in her journey. Only she can be the Dragon Flame, after all. So to Bloom, this sharing (or over sharing) in decisions and actions is a way to show Aisha that she is valued and loved. That Aisha was right in season 1 and Bloom wants to show her that she won’t doubting her again, that her opinion and her thoughts mean something.

I'm rotating Aisha in my head like a fork in a microwave.

I just keep going back to the fact she was so desperate for Bloom to like her from the get go. She came in Alfea with a mission, to befriend people, to be her best self and you can tell how much she commits to it in season 1. She's offering Bloom help and sympathetic hearing within hours of knowing her. She's realistic and a little cynical but fiercely protective of Bloom. She's jealous of Bloom hanging out with Stella (as pointed out by Musa). She's flunking some classes because Bloom's manic state is messing up her schedule and yet she doesn't complain once. Not even about Bloom taking calls from her parents in the middle of the night. She's pouring herself out, specifically to Bloom, only to have them all turn on her when she says releasing a locked up headmistress is not the best idea.

Anyway, thinking about Aisha in season 2 saying she's not ready to fall for Grey, because what if she gets her heart broken? And I'm thinking she already did have her heart broken, we saw it.

[partiallypearl]

Sky of Eraklyon and Aisha of Andros in FTWS S2 EP5 - Are You a Good Witch or a Bad Witch?

[hibiscusia]

New pictureset about out alfea students !

Not a ship but just them and their friendship.

For @leadingrebel who always love my pictures things ❤️

Next one will probably be on Stellatrix...

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

Aisha

Water Fairy

[widadsadki]

You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest  

_måneskin, the loneliest

[fitztragedy]

The Winx Suite Girls

[medusanova]

greysha + "you didn't have to kill them!"

Grey‘s favorite thing is to watch Aisha on the battlefield. 

He doesn’t get too close — can’t get too close, he was the Hydra head of her enemy, after all — but he’ll never get enough of her ferocity, her determination, her grace when he watches her fight for her people. For her cause.

Actually, his men could stand to learn a thing or two from her, both in wit and in combat. The thought almost manages to pull a smile from him.

As much enjoyment as he takes in seeing her dominate the battlefield, to hear her calling out orders to her lieutenants, to witness the tsunamis and glaciers of her power, he can’t ignore the tension he feels when he does. The apprehension. The fear.

Picturing her beautiful body cut down, wounded, bleeding… it isn’t something Grey likes to think about.

And that is why he watches the battlefield.

It’s a chaotic dance of swinging swords. Her men and the rogue faction that ceded from him months ago clashing on the blood-stained field. The forest is bright and filled with birdsong, and if he wasn’t scrutinizing Aisha with such focus, he would’ve thought he was heading out for a swim, waiting for her to join him in their stream.

She’s close to the copse of trees Grey was sheltered in, her singular focus centered on the three men surrounding her. None of her soldiers are nearby.

Grey watches her weave a wave of water around two, freezing them in place up to their chests, swords locked into a swinging motion. At the same time she traps a third witch in a water bubble, his arms get more frantic the closer it gets to drowning on land, before air finally leaves his lungs and he drops like a stone to the ground.

Her army will win this one, he muses, as the Blood Witch radicals dwindle in numbers; most of them being hunted down by Specialist lieutenants, those that remain looking like they might flee in self-preservation at any moment.

Grey heightens the rush of power in his veins as one of the soldiers cracks the ice he’s encased in and stumbles backwards, running towards the woods, toward Grey, in hopes of escape.

Aisha lets him go without a care — of course she does, ‘each life not wasted can become a catalyst for change’ — letting him get as far as the row of trees in front of him. He gasps when he spots Grey, making an instinctive swipe with his sword just as Grey unleashes his surge of magic, let’s it hum through his own veins as the man in front of him snaps his neck and the two next to Aisha pierce their hearts with their own blades.

The bodies topple onto the dirt in perfect harmony, the sound of them hitting the earth drawing a disappointed gaze toward Grey. She’d known he was there.

Aisha’s already marching toward him, too irritated to make sure her soldiers aren’t following her — they weren’t, Grey made sure — when she steps in front of him. Her magnificent flame-blue eyes taking up the entirety of his vision.

“They were going to retreat. You didn’t have to kill them!”

Grey narrows his eyes, ignoring a twinge in his abdomen. “They’re your enemies. Do you think they would’ve had the same mercy with you?”

“They might’ve,” she bites out. “They might’ve just been looking for a reason to change. Now, thanks to you, we’ll never know.”

He can’t stop his fists from clenching, her positivity, her naivety, would get her hurt one day and Grey wasn’t about to be okay with that. “Trust me, they didn’t want to change, they wanted to charge,” he steps closer, pressing his chest to hers. “To burn your little resistance to the ground, and take you with them.”

“And Aisha?” She bites her lip, looking down to ignore him, taking the comfort of that gaze from him.

Growling low in his throat, he tilts her chin back up, tracing his thumb over the sharpness of her jaw. “I will never let yours, mine.. let anyone do that.”

The blue fire melts into dark chocolate, taking her anger with it.

“I wouldn’t either,” she murmurs, stepping back, taking her face from his grasp. “Alright, let’s head to the stream. I don’t want any of my lieutenants catching you near this place.”

Grey sighs, turning his back to the bodies when lightning ignites through his side, causing him to double over with a hiss.

“Grey? Grey. What’s going on? What’s happened?”

Trying to calm the frantic words that matches her frantic hands, he grits out, “‘m fine. Must’ve happened right before I killed those bastards. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, you’re going to need stitches. That’s it, I’m taking you to the healer.” Wrapping an arm around his waist, she steers him in the opposite direction of their stream. “And before you say anything, it’s Terra, you’ll be fine.”

It’s the same tone she uses on her soldiers, the comforting sound of steel coated with care and concern.. and it’s for him.

He is hers now, he realizes. He belongs to her.

Of course, she didn’t know she’d been his for a long time, and it’s taken him a while to get here, but finally, he was hers too.

With that thought he gave himself into it, into her. And despite the most serious injury he’d had in a while tearing into his insides, all he could feel there was a fluttering, healing warmth.

He finally un-cages his smile, pulling her closer with his arm. “Whatever you wish, Commander.”