#ftws stellatrix

[hibiscusia]

New pictureset about Fate !

This time it's about Stellatrix.

Sleep is not my friend so i'm bored 😅

Hope you'll like it !

❤️☀️🔥

[faytalepsy]

The touch of your hand

(1) Silrah (Farah Dowling/Saul Silva) (2) Skloom (Bloom/Sky) (3) Katerra (Kat/Terra) (4) Rivusa (Riven/Musa) (5) Stellatrix (Stella/Beatrix) (6) Greysha (Grey/Aisha)

All my Fate Hand Touch drawings so far! Which one is your favorite?

[partiallypearl]

I loved my friend. She went away from me. There’s nothing more to say. The poem ends, soft as it began,— I loved my friend.

insp.

[emylilas]

The wait is finally over, @hazelestelle, you will find the first chapter of your HEX gift waiting for you under Ao3 Christmas tree 🎄🎁

A big thank you to the mods for matching me with you, not only did your request absolutely inspired me and was a lot of fun to work with, but I also feel like I've gained a new friend out of it, which is a wonderful side effect of HEX ☃️

[fitztragedy]

[marigoldwriter]

Stella: *Half drunk* The truth is, I'm yours, all yours. Sorry I never said that soberly.

Beatrix: ... Say that again after two coffees and I'll be all yours.

[maylas]

Stella & Beatrix | Maroon

[crazycatfaery]

#17 (... to distract) for Stellatrix or Skloom, your choice! No pressure ofc

I don't know why my brain immediately went for angst instead of the obvious fluff potential this prompt has, and I also accidentally wrote about 1300 words for this one (oops?). There's eventual fluff though, if only a little. And I've enjoyed writing my first Stellatrix, so I hope you'll enjoy reading it!

(I might need to start putting these in a list)

Read on Ao3 or down below.

TWs: Kiss might come off as non-consensual at first, descriptions of seizures/seizure-like erratic movement.

Returned

Kiss prompt: 17. A kiss to distract.

She runs. It doesn’t matter that’s it dark and she can’t see shit, she doesn’t have time to conjure up some light. It doesn’t matter that she’s been asleep for only twenty minutes, even though it’s nearly five in the morning. It doesn’t matter that she’s barreling barefoot through the school, and it doesn’t matter that she’s the crown princess of Solaria.

As soon as her brain had registered the name Aisha mentioned after waking her, followed by “greenhouse”, she’d jumped out of bed and taken off. Image and appearances be damned.

Nearly tripping over her own feet, she flies around the corner of the hallway leading up to the greenhouse. The doors are closed, but light shines through the matted glass, illuminating Headmaster Silva who’s standing in front of them.

“Stella,” he says quietly. The tone in his voice is gentle, but his eyes tell her he’s frightened, horrified even. “I take it Aisha has told you,” he adds as she halts in front of him.

“Is she in there?” Her own voice sounds sharp, too loud for her own ears.

Silva grabs her shoulder. “Stella, I need you to calm down, okay? We don’t know what happened yet, but she’s…it’s bad.” His eyes turn soft, but a vague glint of worry remains. “We might need you to try and help her.”

“Help her? But how, why, what?” She tries to even her breathing, her hands starting to tremble now that the spike of adrenaline isn’t in use for running anymore. Her heart is still attempting to perform a marathon though, going so fast she feels like she might faint any minute.

Letting go of her, Silva opens one of the doors before guiding her through. Stella blinks into the warm light, her eyes needing to adjust from running through the dark halls. When they finally do, the headmaster has led her halfway through the greenhouse, towards the section that’s used as the infirmary.

“Keep her still!” Flora, Sam, Terra, and Professor Harvey are all there, the siblings trying their hardest to hold the person that’s violently shaking on one of the beds as the professor tries to place a stethoscope on the person's chest. The iron bedframe rattles at the movement, intermitted sparks of electricity trickling down the arms of the patient. The sound may be even more haunting than the moaning and occasional screams coming from the seizing body.

“We’re trying, Dad, she’s too strong!” Terra shouts back to her father.

Stella shakes off Silva’s hand that he had placed back on her shoulder again in some form of support, and charges for the bed. Shoving Terra aside, she kneels at the bedside and finally lays eyes on the person they’re trying to restrain.

She looks like one of those undead monsters from the movies in the first world, she thinks wryly. Her skin is so thin and pale that she almost seems see-through, the bags under eyes stark against her paleness. Dirt clings to her hair in clumps, her clothes are ripped and her nails look bloody. Her wrists and ankles are tied to the bed frame, the ropes straining under the erratic movements.

“We had to tie her down,” Flora says apologetically. “She was starting to hurt herself.”

“Beatrix,” Stella whispers. Her eyes scan the body of her friend, still trembling in front of her. Long, bloodied scratches adorn her arms, and when she looks up she sees more of them around her throat. She reaches out and puts her hand on the girl’s cheek.

Beatrix immediately reacts to the gentle touch. Her eyes fly open, and she looks directly at the light fairy. “Help…me,” she squeaks, desperation beaming from her eyes.

“I will, I’ll help you, what do you need?” Stella hastily asks, retracting her hand to start removing dirt clumps from Bea’s hair instead.

“Chaos…mind…so full,” Beatrix utters in between gasps, immediately followed by arching her back and pressing her shoulders into the mattress. “Can’t…focus…” she adds before she lets out a short scream and clenches her eyes shut.

“What do I do!?” Stella turns around and looks at Terra who’s taken a few steps back and is clutching Flora’s hand. “You’re supposed to be smart, tell me what to do!” she lashes out at both of them, doesn’t want to, doesn’t mean it, but she’s desperate to find an answer.

“Hey!” Sam calls out, stepping forward towards her, but Silva grabs his shoulder while Flora shakes her head at him. “I’m no mind fairy…” the flower fairy starts, hesitantly. “But it seems as if her mind is too crowded…too active?”

“Good thinking Flora,” Professor Harvey nods at her. “I can give her some concentrated valerian and chamomile extract, but only a small dose. Too much and it will likely do more harm than help.” He turns around and starts gathering and preparing the ingredients, with Terra quickly joining him at the table to help.

Beatrix is shaking violently, whimpering as her limbs repeatedly jerk at her binds. Stella puts her hands on one of her arms and starts to gently circle her thumbs over the dry and slightly muddy skin while whispering soothing words.

She isn’t even sure the girl can hear her, but she seems to miraculously calm down a little at the repeated motion of the light fairy’s fingers. Professor Harvey returns to the other side of the bed, tapping a small syringe half filled with a greenish-yellow substance.

“Wait, I think…I think she just needs a distraction” Stella says. Beatrix seems to have calmed down immensely, even though she’s still whimpering and her eyes are staying shut. “Might as well try,” she mumbles, and before anyone can stop her she rises and reaches forward, both hands cupping the air fairy’s face.

It’s a desperate move, but it’s all she can think of. She doesn’t know if Beatrix would even consent to this if she would’ve been able to, a pang of doubt telling her she maybe should’ve at least tried asking first, but she’s already doing it and now it’s too late. She revels at the fact that she’s even able to kiss the air fairy at all and wishes it would’ve been in a better setting, a different, less critical one. 

The remnants of dirt on Beatrix’s mouth certainly take away from the experience, but her mind rejoices as the girl responds to the kiss by moving her lips against Stella’s, the gut-wrenching moans and cries dying at their touch. Her body stills, no longer seizing and rattling the entire bed.

Quiet sobs begin to rise from deep down the air fairy's throat, and Stella feels her hands slowly becoming wet. Alarmed, she pulls back immediately.

“No, no, I’m so sorry Bea,” she starts panicky. “I was just…I thought…”

“Oh shut up,” Beatrix whispers shakily as her eyes flutter open. She smirks, though the tears still steadily roll down her cheeks. “Way to kill the mood, Solaria.”

Stella starts to laugh, but halfway through her body diverts to a sob. She presses her forehead to the air fairy’s, as they both smile through their tears.

“You can put that syringe away now, Professor,” Beatrix says eventually. Stella shoots back up, blushing at the realization that they just had a small audience witness their…exchange.

Professor Harvey coughs softly as he meets eyes with the headmaster for a second. “I’ll need to fully examine you though, Beatrix. It’s not every day that a fairy rises from the dead. You’re quite the miracle.”

“If you must,” the air fairy grimaces. Sam and Flora step forward to untie her wrists and ankles, and she groans as she rubs her freed but severely reddened skin. She smiles thankfully at the three earth fairies who proceed to leave the greenhouse after a nod from Headmaster Silva.

“I’ll stay with you,” Stella says, not even asking for permission from the professor or headmaster. She won’t be parted from her.

Never again.

~ Ask me more ~

[dr-lizortecho]

9/stellatrix?

Sorry it took so long anon <3 but I got carried away and some of the dialogue was fighting me. Hope you like it!

“Of course they got newer sexier uniforms,” Beatrix grumbles, flicking ash off the edge of the joint held between her fingers. The light grey flecks falling softly down the side of the building towards the greenery. Dancing to their inevitable doom.

Stella frowns down at the field where the specialists are training, nothing more than little black dots on the greenery. Too distant to fully make out- though Bea is definitely trying. Her eyes locked on a figure she undoubtedly thinks is Riven.

“I wouldn’t say sexier,” Stella says simply, reaching out for the joint. Which Beatrix passes easily, red lips turning up into a devilish smile, taking joy in the small corruptions she was afforded.

Not that Stella was perfect. But smoking weed on school grounds while skipping class wasn’t something she had ever been caught doing. Though this long into outings with her friend had her more and more open to the idea, after all they never got caught. And Bea always used her powers to keep smoke from blowing unwittingly into Stella’s face, keeping it off their clothes for when they slipped down from the roof.

“Bulkier definitely,” Stella says with a smirk. Then she lifts the joint to her lips, not thinking about the inevitable traces of lipstick left to it as she takes a drag. It burns down her throat, expanding in her lungs, until she chokes. Doubling over as the smoke leaves her lungs in a few sputtering coughs.

Beatrix laughs, something fond sparkling in her eyes. “Slowly princess. Hold it in, then release. It’s about control.”

Stella narrows her eyes at her as she finally gets a lungful of good air. Clean and crisp.

“Easier said than done,” she grumbles, voice hoarse.

Bea arches an eyebrow playfully, “being dramatic, princess.” She draws out the nickname, something dark and mischievous glinting in her eyes.

Stella frowns, “no.” As if to make a point she takes another drag of the joint, making sure to go slowly and not flinch as her throat burns, holding it in her lungs for a second before releasing it out on another wheeze. Softer this time and not quite making her chest ache.

Bea’s smile softens, then she reaches to take the joint from Stella, their fingers brushing gently as she takes it. The brief touch makes something warm bubble up in Stella’s stomach, followed by her cheeks turning bright pink as Bea winks and takes a long drag from the joint.

Stella ducks her head to hide her blush, focusing on the way their legs are intertwined so they fit in the little alcove overlooking the edge of the roof. Beatrix’s knee pressed gently against Stella’s inner thigh, just enough pressure to remind her how close they are. Close but distant. No matter how much space Stella closed between their bodies then unspoken lingered in the air, creating an unfathomable distance.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Bea asks, a humorous lilt to her voice. Like she knows.

Stella glances up quickly, heart skipping in her chest. “Nothing.” She lies through her teeth.

Bea’s red lips quirk up into another wicked grin. “Doesn’t sound like nothing.” She nudges Stella with her knee, the action simple and comfortable, but making Stella’s breath catch. Beatrix leans forward, closing the space so there’s only a few inches between them as her eyes flicker down Stella’s face. “Friends don’t keep secrets,” she teases lightheartedly.

Stella releases a breath, eyes flickering back down to Bea’s lips. The bright red makes something burn in her chest, and she realizes however belatedly she probably spends too much time staring at her mouth.

“Nothing,” Stella breathes out, reaching forward to cup Bea’s face and leaning in the last few inches till their lips brush. It’s soft and gentle, just a brush of their mouths, the other girls lips softer then Stella had imagined.

Bea’s body stills, frozen in shock. Which snaps Stella out of it and makes her start to pull back before the other girl kisses back, hand coming up to cup the back of Stella’s neck.

She breaks the kiss with a laugh, their foreheads pressed together. “Never thought you’d actually do anything about it princess.”

Stella flushes at the nickname, body heating up uncomfortably as her heart squeezes tight in her chest. “Shut up,” she mutters. Before surging forward to capture Bea’s mouth again.

She can’t stop kissing her now that she’s started, blood thrumming through her veins and electricity dancing across her skin. Stella opens her mouth, licking at the seam of Beatrix’s lips drawing a soft groan from her. But she opens up allowing Stella access to lick into her mouth, the flavor of her bursting across Stella’s tongue and settling in a warm syrupy feeling low in her belly.

Beatrix’s fingers tighten at Stella’s neck, her breathing becoming heavier as she kisses back with equal fervor.

Stella strokes her thumb across Bea’s cheekbone as she angles her face for better access, electric sparks seeming to dance down her spine as Bea’s teeth dig gently into her bottom lip. And then she’s releasing a sharp whine that makes Beatrix kiss her deeper, this time her tongue and teeth working together in an intoxicating pattern until Stella can’t breathe.

She breaks the kiss, pressing their foreheads together as she catches her breath. “Fuck.”

“Damn, Princess,” Beatrix says the playful lilt back already. “You kiss like a filthy criminal.”

[rivusaficrecs]

"Becoming A Regular Thing" By @canadianfangirl

[hibiscusia]

@infp-obsessing-over-everything thank you for paired up with me for this great experience !!

We make an amazing team ❤️

Check out her amazing fic that goes with my gifset

She's so talented !!

Anyway here goes for our participation to the Reverse Big Bang challenge

[marigoldwriter]

This is totally me writing the stellatrix's story, literally, there are about seven seasons ready in my mind, AND THAT INCLUDES THE BOOKS, OKAY?!?!? For me, Fate is a books's saga, I've already named them all, there are even two separate films, that's if I include the parallel stories of the future generations of Winx.

I do this with all the children I create for my stories, in fact, I don't know how to write a story with the protagonist already a sixteen-year-old teenager, for me, it can start at five or six years, I prefer to develop from a young age, anyway, I do this with ALL my stories!

The one I currently developed the most was FTWS, which has the main stories: Other World, Eye of Destiny, Tales of Almana, Solar Storm, Chaos and Mind and Tree of Life. And the parallels: New Aurora Borealis, Lullabies Never Sung & The Heart of the World.

I have some less developed ones, like Guardians of the Galaxy, Hawkeye, Wednesday, and my own stories I've written.

(Guardians of the Galaxy: I developed twin daughters for Starmora, Meredith and Sage, they were born before Infinity War, and for "some reason" they ended up being separated from their parents due to some threat, they grew up in an organization where they were trained as hired assassins, the only thing What they would have would be four letters and two blurry polaroid photos of their parents.

Hawkeye: YES I AM A BISHOVA SHIPPER, AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT, I created it together with a friend, who is making a daughter for Natasha and Maria, a daughter for Yelena and Kate, her name would be Annika Natália, she, like her cousin, would be kidnapped by the Red Room when she was little in order to reach Yelena, she stays there until she is seven years old, and then manages to return to her mothers.

Wednesday: This one is very recent, but I made it based on an old wenclair au, in this new story, Enid and Wednesday have a daughter called Viola, this girl was born with the gift of seeing ghosts since she was young and she is a dove, Viola is created by Wednesday, since Enid and she broke up after a serious fight involving Enid's parents, in which Enid was out of the country, and when she returns, she finds out about their daughter, detail; In this story, Nevermore is not only a school for "strangers" but also a school for murderers.)

[marigoldwriter]

Stella: Why are you wearing sunglasses?

Beatrix: I can't stand the sun's glare.

Stella: Bea, it's night and we're indoors.

Beatrix, starting to smile: You are my sun, Ella.

[maylas]

Stella & Beatrix | Down Bad

[marigoldwriter]

Why do I imagine Beatrix's future version saying this to the past version of her?? Like, IT'S REALLY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, I can only imagine the look on 16 old Bea's face listening to this hahahahahaha it would be really good!

Prompt #1031

"It's actually a funny story, but yeah... we got married."