#ftws silrah

[loulislife]

I can't get the silver(y) dress out of my head that Eve wore to the `house of the dragon` season 2 premiere. So this is what my mind made out of it:

The grand hall of Queen Luna’s castle in Solaria was adorned with twinkling fairy lights and banners of deep blue and gold. The evening air was filled with the soft murmur of conversation and the gentle strains of orchestral music. Nobles and dignitaries from across the realm mingled, their laughter and chatter creating a vibrant symphony. The stone walls of the ancient castle, lit by hundreds of flickering candles, seemed to glow with a golden warmth.

Farah Dowling stood near one of the tall arched windows, looking out at the moonlit gardens below. The silver gown she wore shimmered like liquid starlight, each movement creating ripples of light that danced across the fabric. Her blonde hair was styled in soft waves, cascading over her shoulders and catching the light just so. She wore a simple yet elegant necklace and matching earrings, which sparkled as brightly as her gown. Farah exuded an air of calm grace, but her heart was a tumultuous sea of emotions.

Saul Silva entered the hall, his eyes immediately searching for her. When he spotted Farah, he froze for a moment, the breath catching in his throat. She looked like a vision, ethereal and otherworldly, and he found himself unable to tear his gaze away. Saul had always admired her strength, her wisdom, and her beauty, but tonight she seemed to outshine everything else in the room.

Farah turned, sensing his presence, and their eyes met. There was a brief moment of surprise, followed by a warmth that spread through her chest. She offered him a small, genuine smile, and he returned it with a lopsided grin, his heart pounding in his chest. Saul approached her, each step slow and measured, as if he were afraid the moment might shatter if he moved too quickly.

"Saul," Farah greeted him, her voice soft and melodic. "You look dashing tonight."

He chuckled, feeling slightly self-conscious in his formal attire. "And you, Farah, look... breathtaking."

A blush colored her cheeks, and she looked away, momentarily overwhelmed by the intensity in his gaze. They stood in silence for a few moments, the unspoken feelings between them hanging heavy in the air.

"Would you care to dance?" Saul asked, holding out his hand.

Farah hesitated for just a heartbeat before placing her hand in his. "I would love to."

As they moved to the center of the hall, the other guests seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them and the music. Saul placed a hand on her waist, and she rested hers on his shoulder. Their movements were slow and fluid, the dance a silent conversation of longing and affection.

Saul's eyes never left hers, and he found himself lost in the depths of her gaze. "Farah," he began, his voice barely more than a whisper, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she nodded slightly, encouraging him to continue. "Yes, Saul?"

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've... I've been in love with you for a long time. I didn't know how to say it, and I was afraid it might change things between us, but I can't keep it to myself any longer."

Farah's breath caught in her throat, tears welling up in her eyes. "Saul, I..."

Before she could finish, he continued, "You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know. You're the most incredible person I've ever met, and I can't imagine my life without you."

She smiled through her tears, her heart feeling as if it might burst with joy. "Saul, I love you too. I always have."

He pulled her closer, their foreheads touching as they swayed to the music. The rest of the world fell away, leaving just the two of them in that moment, finally free to express the love they had both kept hidden for so long.

As the dance ended, they remained in each other's arms, the unspoken promise of a future together filling the space between them. In the castle of Queen Luna, under the watchful eyes of the moon and stars, Farah Dowling and Saul Silva had finally found their way to each other.

[lottiehenrietta]

silrah camera roll peek

This is what their phones look like and you cannot convince me otherwise.

A little glimpse into Farah's camera roll

A little glimpse into Saul's camera roll

[expectiations]

There was no doubt, between “killing someone stone dead” and “mildly inconveniencing Ms. Dowling,” which Silva considered the bigger sin.

Lighting the Fire by Sarah Rees Brennan

silrah crumbs from the book

[flamemothers]

saul silva to farah dowling, probably

[lilfuturescars]

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[qu4kerider]

I'll always need more fanfics that connects rivusa and silrah

[partiallypearl]

Doomsday is close at hand I'll book the marching band To play as you speak

[myalchod]

Kiss prompt: Silrah + nr 36

Why hello there, neglected inbox! I'm so sorry I've been ignoring you. And I'm so sorry it took me freaking forever to write this one, Hillie -- hope you enjoy it! 💙

36. a kiss to give up control - [ also on AO3 ]

He watches as she paces the length of her office. The sound is so familiar he could play it from memory: heels a precise click against the wood, muffling slightly as she steps onto the carpet, then sharp once more before she reaches her desk, pivoting to start the process again. He knows exactly why she’s doing it — this only happens when she’s worked up about something — and he knows why just as well. How could he not, when he knows that today will deliver news that could change everything?

A year ago, this would have been alien to them both — but a year ago their world had not yet shattered. So much has changed; he need only look at her to see that made manifest, the elaborate twisted hairstyles and sleekly professional dresses she wears far more reminiscent of Solaria’s monarch than Alfea’s former headmistress. They suit her, but he wonders how much of her decision was born of distancing herself from Rosalind’s shadow. For such a small woman, their general still looms large over them all.

“What time is it?”

“Two minutes since you asked last.” He stretches out his legs, ignoring the glare she shoots him when he tucks one booted foot against the edge of the low coffee table. It’s good to know he can still get under her skin, but it’s better to find glimpses of his fairy underneath the put-together woman who has served out the year as Alfea’s interim headmistress. He knows she wants this; they’ve talked about it, after all, the two of them alone and also together with Ben, and Farah has made it clear this isn’t just about warding the place where they’d imprisoned Rosalind. Sometimes he thinks he knew how much Alfea called her before she did, when the Farah of before had been so intent on following in Rosalind’s footsteps and proving herself a hardened soldier. But even if she has not admitted it to herself, he can see how much she cares; why else would the decision they sit her awaiting leave her as twisted into knots as she is?

Click, click, and back to carpet-muffled thuds. She stops before him this time; he tips his head back, offers her reassurance along with a smile, watches the corners of her mouth twitch upward for a moment before she sighs once again, tucking an errant strand back behind her ear. “How can you be so calm?”

“Because we’ve done all we can. Either Luna holds up her side of this bargain and we have nothing to worry about, or she doesn’t and it becomes her headache.” The reality is not nearly as simple, when leaving runs the risk of Rosalind walking free after all of their efforts, but he doesn’t think the Solarian monarch is blind to the risks that would pose. She and Farah may have their own fraught history, but she’s not an idiot, and only an idiot could ignore the danger Rosalind Hale poses, knowing what they all now know.

She looks at him for a long moment, but says nothing before she resumes pacing. Saul sighs and leans his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes and listening to the sound. There is still, by his calculations, the better part of a half-hour before the board will finish, and he’s pretty sure she’s going to wear a groove into the floor before then. And while, if he’s being honest, he’s not quite sanguine about the outcome of the meeting taking place right now, he’s better at hiding it — and better at admitting that they’ve done all they can at this point.

The knot of anxiety in his head pulls tighter with each step. The impact of her heels sets his nerves vibrating in response. If he doesn’t do something soon, one or the other of them may well burst, and so he pushes to his feet, glancing at his watch as he does.

Thirty-seven minutes.

She pulls to an abrupt stop when he plants himself in her path, eyes narrowing. When she shifts her weight to one side he reaches up, hands curling around her arms as he steps in close, closer, until her back fetches up against the bookcase and her chin tips back to look at him. “Saul, what —”

His lips against hers steal the rest of her words. For a moment she stiffens, surprise rather than protest, but when he pulls back just slightly her mouth chases his own until he tuts out a warning.

“Pretty sure in thirty-six minutes you’re gonna be the one in charge. Until they tell us, it’s my turn.”

Her eyes widen for a moment before she laughs, something soft and fond, and leans back against the shelf. “Go on, then, headmaster. Do your worst.”

The twist of nerves is still there in the bond, though, the tension still coiling tight inside her; if he released her, he is certain she would start pacing again. But just because he’s aware of how time is ticking down doesn’t mean he won’t take up the challenge of making her forget the meeting — and everything else he possibly can — in the time left them, and as he nips at her lower lip, the moan she breathes into his mouth only spurs him on.

[ ask me another ] [ all answers ]

[faytalepsy]

Every night I‘m dancing with your ghost

Never got the chance To say a last goodbye I gotta move on But it hurts to try

How do I love How do I love again? How do I trust How do I trust again?

I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

[winxsource]

FTWS Holiday Exchange 2024

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[lottiehenrietta]

Silrah and their lake house

Because I cannot stop thinking about Farah and Saul owning a little lake house in the mountains far away from Alfea just for the two of them.

[expectiations]

Lighting the Fire — Sarah Rees Brennan

silrah crumbs from the book

[arlovegood]

A long forgotten Silrah Drabble

HELLOOOOOO! Long time no see folks, Grad program has been a pain in my ass and God do I wish every day more and more that I was born an heiress. But alas, I come here because I found this little WIP in my long long list of unfinished drafts and really liked what I wrote. I'll probably never continue this as I have no idea where I was going with it, but decided to published what I had.

This is for all of my Silrah girlies out there, and most of all to the incredible @septemberrie who was the one who once got me very interested in them. Hope you guys like it.

He still remembers the first time he gathered the courage to talk to her. He, the orphan worthy of pity who looked more like a baby duck constantly holding onto his popular best friend. She, older, cool, unattached, Rosalind’s golden girl.

To be truthful the only reason he ever spoke to her at all was because Ben - that little piece of shit - turned the cafeteria ground into quicksand for just the amount of time necessary for Saul to lose his balance and fall straight into her table.

He could still recall it. Her piercing stare. She knew who he was, he didn’t know how he knew that but he was sure. What she didn’t know was what the fuck he was doing there, at her table.

To be fair neither did he but well c'est la vie 

It was one of the bravest - and later he would learn best - things he ever did, to sit at her table - visible empty but without giving her the air of a loner - and mutter a single Hi

He doesn't remember what led to it, but suddenly they were talking and it felt nice, like she understood him, and he got her.

That day was also the day that he learned that Farrah Dowling, despite what everyone thought, was no goodie two shoes.

They had been talking for what felt like a long while when he spotted someone making their way to the table they were both currently sitting in. 

Aubrey, or was it Ashley? He couldn’t remember, all he knew was that she was Andreas' latest attempt at trying to help Saul ‘get his dick wet’ as his friend so eloquently put it.

It wasn’t that she was not good looking, she was, very much, otherwise Andreas would never even know her name - thinking about it Saul wondered if he actually did? - but Saul was not really that enthusiastic about hooking up with his friends left overs - he wasn’t stupid enough to believe Aubrey/Ashley hadn’t at least given his roommate a blowjob - and he remembered that when he kissed her, her mouth tasted like the herbs Ben’s father made them study about and honestly, he just wanted to not deal with it. All of it. 

The pink haired specialist caught Farah’s attention too and the mind fairy turned to him with a raised eyebrow and asked:

“Friend of yours?”

“Not really”

“Hum”

And Saul was already mentally preparing himself for whatever scenario could succeed.

Would Aubrey/Ashley want to hook up again? Did she want to humiliate him and tell him his kiss sucked - he never had any complaints but you could never be sure. Did she want to know where Andreas was for a repeat of their he wasn’t sure but probably was correct about blowjob session? 

He hoped it was the last, even if he had no idea where Andy was - off on an orgy outside the barrier? Probably. Andreas liked to get his blood pumping.

What he was not expecting was that the girl would abruptly stop mid journey and start looking completely nauseated, even dropping her lunch tray to hold her stomach and then proceed to dash out the canteen’s door. He stood there blinking for a couple seconds trying to understand what had just transpired. 

He turned to Farah to see if she was just as confused as he was and that was when he saw it. You see, to any onlooker, Farah’s face looked the exact same, not even a muscle twitch out of place. But Saul saw it, the glint in her eyes, not of magic - that disappeared very quickly - but of mirth. The glint of someone who did something they probably shouldn’t have yet they enjoyed it.

It felt like all the lessons were coming back to him. Mind fairies, the underdogs of the magical world, often overlooked by everyone, yet some of the most powerful ones, capable not only of feeling what’s inside your head but also making you feel whatever they wish you to do.

And he knew that it was her. Farah had made Aubrey/Ashley sick and she hadn’t even batted an eyelash while doing it. Was it odd that it kinda turned him on? Andy would probably say it wasn’t, but then again, Andreas hated Farah's Guts - for what reason Saul wasn’t sure - so maybe he would hit Saul in the head to get him to get over it.

She looked at him then, raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to question her. She knew he knew. But Saul didn’t, instead, he simply signed and said:

"Guess Doris will have to check the food. It seems something nasty fell on it” And the little twitch in the corner of her mouth told him something he could not yet understand. Told him of a future as partners. The best fairy/specialist duo Alfea had ever seen. Told him of war and hurt, told him of a friendship that would survive the worst times and the gravest of mistakes. 

It also told him of eternal blue balls but it was for the best that he didn’t know that particular bit yet.

[forestelfo]

The Golden trio as Soldier, Poet, King

if this flops my career is officially over children

[partiallypearl]

“Well, there’s a first time for everything."

[simplytheevebest]

Farah the Fern AU

Chapter 8: Farah's giving Saul the silent treatment.

So I'm in the shower this morning and my brain said "haha what if you wrote something for Farah the Fern" and I said "wouldn't that be nice, if only I had the inspiration" and my brain said "jot this down" and I damn near rushed out of there with soap still in my hair because when the muse talks, you listen, quick.

So we all collectively lost our minds at those photos of Eve in Mexico right? The hair, the dress, the vibe, it's everything. I'm gonna scream.

Farah the Fern Masterlist

“Farah please.”

Saul’s been kneeling on the floor so long he’s either lost feeling or he’s numb to the ache. He’d paced a bit earlier, but wasn’t sure if that came across more aggressive, his towering over her like that. So instead he kneels before the coffee table, devoted and apologetic for whatever sin he’s committed. The fern is unresponsive, not a twitch of leaves to show she’s listening, nor even the re-furling of the fronds to show she’s not. She hasn’t turned into a cactus though, which Saul takes as a good sign. He just wishes he knew what he’d done to get the silent treatment.

“I’ll make it up to you if only you tell me what I’m trying to make up,” Saul pleads. He’s not above begging, not when it’s Farah. Maybe asking is part of the problem, maybe this is one of those “you should know why you’re apologizing” issues, and his ignorance is fuel to the fire of her ire.

“I’m sorry, for whatever it is. I didn’t mean it. Or I do mean it, whichever makes you less mad,” Saul tries, knowing he’s either digging himself deeper into a hole, or out: either way, he’s digging.

“What are you doing?”

Saul turns his head to the door, where Farah leans against the frame, arms folded loosely around her middle.

“I’m trying to figure out why you’re mad at me,” Saul answers automatically, then does a double takes, stands so abruptly his cramping legs fail him. He knocks into the coffee table and almost knocks over the not-Farah fern, then is forced to clutch at the nearest armchair, pins and needles lancing up and down the numb appendages. He rubs at them, twisting his neck up to look at her, standing there with her lips pressed thin together and her eyes lit with mirth, then back to the unresponsive fern on the table almost accusingly.

“How long have you been talking to that fern?” Farah asks, and she’s not even trying to hide the tremulous undercurrent of laughter in her tone.

“Depends, how long have you not been a fern?”

“Since this morning,” Farah steps fully into the room, “The girls wanted my opinion on something and I had some magic reserved so I thought I’d make a day of it.”

“‘Bout that long then,” Saul says a little sheepishly, “I thought you were just ignoring me, I got back from the morning training and you- er, it wouldn’t respond to me.”

“And I thought we’d spend a pleasant afternoon together, I never dreamed I’d find you enthralled by another plant. Should I be offended, or jealous?” Farah teases, coming to stand close enough she can straighten the wrinkled lines of his shirt. Unnecessary, because it’s just a t-shirt, not some nice buttoned up thing he has to worry about the appearance of. But she does this, or she’s been doing this, finding little excuses to initiate physical contact when she’s back to her old self. Saul knows she misses it, when she’s not her old self.

“Neither, your fronds are nicer,” Saul teases back, and Farah bats at his chest with a tsk. He reaches up to toy with a bit of her hair: it’s been a while since she’s stood before him like this, and the caramel has lightened to more of a butterscotch.

“Your hair’s lighter,” Saul comments, and Farah huffs.

“I think I’ve been getting too much sun.”

“I like it,” Saul grins and leans in a little, not enough, but clear in his intent, “How much longer have you got?”

“At least until tomorrow morning,” Farah answers; she slides her arms around his neck in a practiced, easy motion at the same time Saul steps closer, hands on her hips.

“Good, clearly I’ve got to make up for lost time.”

“You sure it’s me you want to spend time with? Not your other fern friend?” Farah teases and Saul kisses the tip of her nose; she scrunches it in response.

“You’re the only fern for me,” Saul retorts and Farah bursts out laughing.