#musa snapping a little

[lynpheas]

i have a paper to write but. i cannot stop thinking about musa and stella. their dynamic is SO underrated…

they both have such strong personalities except musa is a lot more understated and subtle while stella is more exuberant and outgoing!! but in a subversion of expectations, stella is so down to support musa being in the spotlight — like in their s2 red fountain performance where stella did backup vocals/dancing while musa sang her heart out.

they both have familial issues & come from very different backgrounds, which simultaneously threads them together through a commonality and then sets them apart. for example, they both understand somewhat unconventional family dynamics and the absence of a parent, their mothers. stella’s parents were so busy arguing and just generally being unhappy in their relationship that they overlooked stella and how they made her feel and how their actions affected her. the loss of stella’s mother in her life is something we can infer that stella has had very little room to openly discuss with her parents, and so she has all of these internalized and idealized hopes for a future that we know will never come to pass. but she’s navigating these feelings without proper support from luna and radius. similarly, after musa’s mother’s passing, musa’s father reacted to his grief without taking into account how these events affected musa. ho-boe blamed music for matlin’s passing and so he rejected it completely, imposing that will upon musa and straining their relationship because of it. musa’s only avenue of feeling close with her mother is through music, but her feelings are disregarded and so she has to navigate this relationship with music and also her late mother all on her own.

however, for stella, she is a princess and her parents are merely divorced; so, although she rarely sees her mom and her parents don’t get along, she still has the option to go see her. i think you could say, on top of needing to be charismatic and charming as a leader, stella’s exuberant personality might’ve developed as a result of her wanting more of her parents’ attention, to be seen and understood by them. i think the 4kids dub may say otherwise, but i think it’s fairly clear that musa comes from a more modest background. and contrastingly to stella, musa has completely lost her mother and so their connection is almost…spiritual? and introspective. without her father’s guidance and understanding, musa would more have to retreat into herself. still, both of them are individuals with strong senses of self—their specific familial situations have simply informed their coping strategies and the personalities they’ve developed.

with or without that background in mind, i also just love the way stella and musa’s personalities play off of each other! because of their strong personalities, they’re prone to disagreement and small clashes. musa’s more sensitive, while stella is—although well-intentioned—more thoughtless with her words. i find musa to be more measured, but perhaps equally as blunt at times. these personality differences might result in small but realistic bumps and tiffs within their friendship, but they also have a shared understanding of one another that gives their relationship a strong foundation. and again, despite musa seeming more chill and stella seeming more prone to wanting the spotlight, stella is absolutely musa’s cheerleader!

[hoshifighting]

✨🎧 god of the music!woozi x fairy of the music!reader

— SYNOPSIS: after a moment of lost creativity, the god of music accidentally evokes a beautiful music fairy who is willing to help him.

— WC: 6.400

— WARNINGS: winx musa!reader, fantasy + smut, reader have a size of a polly pocket at first (she goes human-sized after), reference to when captain america picks up thor's hammer, shiny cum, he can stimulate reader with his voice + other powers, mind reading, penetrative sex, oral (f. receiving), reader is referred as: little fairy/pretty fairy/pixie, woozi referred as: woozi/god woozi/god boy, sub!reader x dom! woozi.

this god, sitting there with his head in his hand like the weight of the whole damn universe was gonna break his neck. the throne he sat on was ridiculous, all sharp edges and glowing veins of gold, like someone tried to make it scream power but forgot comfort was a thing. his other hand held this pen—this otherworldly thing, like it was plucked from the cosmos. the handle was black obsidian, smooth as sin, and at the top, a sparkly feather. shimmering, iridescent, like it could hum if you got close enough. it wasn’t just a tool; it was him. his power. and now it clattered against his marble table like it wasn’t worth shit.

he groaned, deep and low, running his fingers through his hair, messing it up like that would fix anything. “fuck’s sake,” he muttered, voice heavy like a bassline that shook your chest. “who the hell’s supposed to help me? i’m the god of this shit. who can i even turn to?”

you almost tripped over the sharp corner of an s etched onto his scroll. the lyrics sprawled out beneath your boots, some half-written, some already glowing like they’d been sung into existence. your little red boots—thank god for those, you weren’t about to ruin your feet for a god’s hissy fit—crunched against the shimmering ink, leaving tiny sparkles in your wake. your wings fluttered behind you, catching the light like shattered glass, but you kept your head down, pushing on. he didn’t need to know you were here.

but then you heard it: the hitch in his voice, that broken sigh that made you stop dead in your tracks. you glanced up, your aura glowing faint blue, like the soft hum of a melody in a quiet room. his eyes were still closed, lashes stupidly long for someone so divine. his face, though—sharp jaw, lips pressed into a thin line like he was biting back every curse he wanted to throw at the universe. your chest tightened.

“oi!” you shouted, your voice barely carrying over the expanse of the table. no response. figures. you huffed, stomping on the o of “hope” like it owed you rent. “oi! big guy! you gonna sit there and sulk, or are you gonna pick that fancy-ass pen up and get back to work?”

his eyes snapped open, golden irises swirling like they held every song ever written. for a second, he looked confused, head tilting like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. fair enough, you thought, wings giving a little buzz. it wasn’t every day a music fairy decided to trespass on godly property.

“what the…?” his voice rumbled, like thunder tuning itself into a melody. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring down at you. “you’re... tiny.”

you crossed your arms, boots planted firmly on the glowing e under your feet. “and you’re a fucking drama queen. what’s your point?”

his lips twitched, almost like he wanted to smile but didn’t know how. “who the hell are you?”

“musa,” you said, wings fluttering behind you. “fairy of music. and you, mr. god-of-all-sounds, look like you’re about to throw a tantrum ‘cause your pen won’t do the work for you.”

he blinked, then sat back again, rubbing his temple. “i don’t need a fairy.”

“clearly, you do.” you pointed at the lyrics, your sparkles spreading like wildfire with every step you took. “this shit? half-assed. what’s got you so pressed you can’t even finish your own damn song?”

“and you think you can help me?” he scoffs, his golden eyebrows lifting under his perfect blonde hair. you gasp, loud and dramatic, arms stretching out like you’re about to deliver some life-changing monologue. instead, you just sulk, feet stomping on his paper with tiny smacks, your boots crunching the shimmering ink. “don’t be a dick!” you huff, fists clenched as you glare up at him, wings flickering behind you.

he leans back in his throne, clearly amused, that godly smirk pulling at his lips. “oh, i’m the dick? you’re the one stomping on my lyrics like they’re trash.”

“they are trash,” you snap, spinning on your heel to fly toward his pen. the damn thing is practically glowing with untapped power, bigger than your whole body. you hook your tiny arms around it, wings buzzing like crazy, trying to lift it. nothing. the pen doesn’t even budge. “ugh, come on,” you groan, digging your heels into the paper for leverage. still nothing.

his laugh fills the air, the vibration of his voice making your wings shake. “you’re gonna hurt yourself, pixie. maybe stick to critiquing from the sidelines.”

“shut up,” you snap, giving him the nastiest side-eye you can muster. he smirks down at you, all smug and insufferable, like he already knows he’s won.

but then you close your eyes. you pull every ounce of energy you’ve got, feeling your aura pulse, faint blue and purple light spilling over the pen. it moves. barely—like, not even a full inch—but it fucking moves.

his smirk drops instantly, replaced by a sharp inhale. his eyes narrow, gold swirling serious, or even worried. “wait. you—” he doesn’t finish, watching like a hawk as you strain, wings fluttering so fast they’re almost a blur. but the pen won’t go further. you let out a shaky breath, hands dropping from the cool obsidian.

he exhales too, shoulders slumping. “thank fuck,” he mutters under his breath, glancing at the pen like it betrayed him for even considering you.

you shoot him a glare, crossing your arms. “what’s the matter, god-boy? scared a little fairy might show you up?”

he snorts, leaning forward now, elbows on his knees. “hardly. but you still haven’t explained how you plan to help me, pixie.”

“for the last time, it’s fairy!” with a frustrated huff, you fly straight up until you’re level with his face. his nose twitches the second your sparkles hit him, and before you can even deliver some sharp retort, he sneezes.

“ACHOO!”

the force of it makes you tumble mid-air, wings flapping wildly to steady yourself. “seriously?!” you yell, zipping back to his eye level.

he blinks at you, nose crinkled. “what the—why are you so sparkly? it’s like breathing glitter.” he rubs his nose, voice muffled. “couldn’t you warn me or something?”

“maybe next time don’t breathe through your nose when a fairy is trying to help you, genius.” you roll your eyes, but before he can argue, you press a hand to his forehead. the touch makes your body vibrate until you fade, and suddenly, a beam of light shoots from your palm into his pineal gland.

“what the fuck—” he freezes as the light connects, his body rigid, eyes wide.

“relax,” you mutter, your voice now echoing inside his mind. “just making a little connection, no big deal.”

“no big—get out of my head,” he growls, the words coming out half-stuttered as he smacks his hand on his temple.

“can’t help you if I’m not in here, dumbass,” you snap, floating deeper into his consciousness. the light around you pulses, shifting into a kaleidoscope of melodies and half-formed ideas. it’s chaotic, but there’s brilliance buried in the mess. “wow,” you mutter. “your brain’s a disaster.”

“gee, thanks,” he grits out, rubbing his temples. “and why the hell are you shaking my head?”

“because this part sucks.” you jab at a sour note in the melody, the whole space vibrating as you try to shift it into something better. his head jerks like he’s been hit, hands gripping his throne as he steadies himself.

“stop doing that!” he barks, glaring at the empty space in front of him.

“then stop writing garbage,” you fire back. but as you dig deeper, tweaking and smoothing out the rough edges of his thoughts, something starts to click.

his fingers twitch, reaching for the pen again. this time, it flows. lyrics spill from the tip, glowing with every stroke. your light pulses in time with his writing, the melody building, making him close his eyes and even languidly let his head follow the melody with lessen shakes.

by the time you pull your hand away, the song is complete. he sits back, staring at the paper, chest rising and falling like he just ran a cross-kingdom race.

“holy shit,” he mutters, golden eyes flicking to you. “you actually… helped.”

you smirk, brushing imaginary dust off your boots. “told you so.”

you watch him from the edge of his ridiculous throne, eyes narrowing as you spot the heavy energy clinging to his shoulders. two globes of black aura hover there, fuzzing and sparking like they’re actively pissed off that you’re even in the room. “no wonder you’re all hunched over,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “music’s not supposed to make you look like you’re carrying the world’s worst hangover.”

he tilts his head at you, golden eyes narrowing, lips quirking into this half-smirk. “easy for you to say. you’re tiny. flying around like a bug with no problems.”

your wings snap open indignantly, your hands flying to your hips. “excuse me? are you mocking my size?”

“mocking?” he echoes. he crosses his arms dramatically, shoulders hunching as he shakes them to mimic your movements. “oh no, look at me, i’m a tiny little fairy, fluttering around, telling gods how to do their job!”

“ha! real original,” you scoff, stomping over to the middle of the papers and plopping yourself down. the glowing ink beneath you sparkles faintly as you lean back on your hands, wings flicking. “if I were you, i’d focus more on fixing those depressing-ass vibes on your shoulders than making fun of me.”

he leans forward now, his stupidly perfect face breaking into a smile. “you’re so small,” he muses, holding his hand out like he’s measuring you against his fingers. “look, you’re barely the size of my thumb.”

“don’t you dare,” you warn, already catching the glint in his eyes.

too late. his hand moves faster than your wings, scooping you up like you’re some kind of doll. “put me down!” you yell, thrashing against his fingers. his grip is annoyingly gentle, like he’s toying with you.

“what are you gonna do?” he teases, bringing you closer to his face, eyes gleaming. “punch me? you’d break your hand.”

you don’t think, you just bite. your teeth sink into the side of his palm, and he bursts into laughter, the sound shaking his chest. “that tickles!” he laughs, pulling his hand away and shaking it gently like you actually did any damage. “are you always this rude to gods?”

“maybe!” you say, wings buzzing angrily. “you deserved it.”

he quirks an eyebrow, still grinning. “you’re lucky I’m nice. I’ve got more powers than just writing lyrics, you know.”

“like what?” you challenge, arms crossed as you hover in the air.

his smirk deepens. he snaps his fingers, and in a blink, you’re no longer floating midair. you’re human-sized, sitting right on the edge of his desk, as you swing your legs. your wings twitch behind you, still shimmering under the golden light of his realm, but the sudden weight of your body makes you gasp.

“what the fuck?” you sputter, looking down at yourself. your tiny red boots now fit your feet perfectly, and your skirt—shit, it’s so short now that your pussy is almost on his face. you clamp your legs shut instinctively, cheeks burning as you notice his eyes briefly flicker there before darting away.

“see?” he leans back in his throne, folding his arms behind his head. “now I can actually see you properly without all the sparkles.”

“oh, how generous,” you deadpan, tugging at your skirt. your top doesn’t help much either; it’s cropped just high enough to show the underside of your boobs, and his gaze catches there for a second too long. “did you have to make my clothes stay this small? perv!”

his grin widens, unabashed. “not my fault you dressed like that, fairy. besides, you should be thanking me. now you can really help me without me worrying about sneezing you into oblivion.”

“oh, please.” you roll your eyes, crossing one leg over the other, the movement causing your skirt to ride up even higher. “this is just an excuse to stop me from calling you out for being a stressed-out mess.”

his eyes linger on your face now, taking in the pout that’s settled there. “still, I’ll admit you look… different like this.”

“different how?”

“you’re…” he hesitates, tapping his chin. “less annoying when I’m not worried about stepping on you.”

you flick one of your boots at him, the sole clacking against the throne. “and you’re just as annoying no matter the size difference.”

he laughs again, this time softer, his eyes trailing over you as you shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

you glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to be sneaky about it. his golden hair moves faintly, like the gravity in this room doesn’t quite work the way it should. his clothes are black, gauzy enough to show the hints of muscle underneath, way buffer than any of the little elves from your village. his fingers tap a melody on the arm of his throne, a quiet rhythm that seems effortless.

do the big guys do it better?

the thought comes unbidden, making your head tilt slightly as you wonder.

like, are they… bigger everywhere?

his fingers stop mid-tap, and he raises an eyebrow. he straightens in his seat, narrowing his eyes. “you know I can hear you, right?”

your eyes widen, your wings stiffening.

“huh?! no, you can’t!”

he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the sound sharp and mocking. “oh, I definitely can. clear as day.”

you feel the color drain from your face. before you can even try to stop it, it’s like a floodgate bursts open, and every single intrusive thought you’ve been trying to suppress spills out.

his hands are so big… i bet they’d feel insane running down my tits.

oh my gods, imagine those fingers. fuck, they’d probably ruin me.

i wonder what his tongue tastes like. would it feel hot? does he even—

no, no, stop it, but like… what if he just pinned me down on that table and—

holy shit, i want him to eat me out.

like, bad.

you slap both hands over your mouth, but it doesn’t stop the thoughts. in fact, it’s like your brain takes the panic as a challenge and just doubles down.

that stupid smirk. i’d kill to bite that lip.

i bet he moans. like, right in your ear. shit, he’d—

“wow...” he interrupts, his voice dry. his head tilts slightly as his golden eyes bore into youe. “you’re… a lot. i don’t even know where to start unpacking all of that.”

you yank your hands away from your mouth, pointing at him accusingly. “you’re lying! there’s no way you can hear—”

“what were you expecting? i’m a god after all,” he says, his tone so smug it practically drips off his words. his golden eyes twinkle with fun, and he leans back in his throne, arms casually draped like he has all the time in the world to gloat.

you glare at him, wings twitching behind you as your indignation bubbles over. “oh, yeah, sure, big scary god who writes music and apparently spies on everyone’s thoughts and turns fairies into—”

his laughter cuts you off, rich enough to make you shiver. “if you keep talking, you’re going to spend your whole life here,” he says, grinning as your words falter.

your mouth opens and closes a few times, but nothing coherent comes out. instead, you huff and turn your head away, arms crossing as you sulk. “whatever. it’s not like i wanted to be here in the first place.”

he doesn’t miss the flush creeping up your neck, though. “do you know what else i can do?” he asks, his voice dropping just enough to make the air around you feel heavier.

you blink, still facing away, trying to ignore the way his tone slides over your skin like silk. “what…?” you mumble, sneaking a glance back at him.

he straightens in his seat, clearing his throat with a soft “ah-ah~.” the sound is nothing but a casual warm-up, but the second it leaves his lips, the vibrations seem to travel directly to your pussy, buzzing against your clit making you jump, gasping.

“h-haah…!” the sound escapes you involuntarily, and you slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide with shock. your thighs press together instinctively, one hand darting to your lap to cover yourself as your skirt shifts dangerously high, leaving you feeling far too exposed.

his eyes sharpen, a grin tugging at his lips as he watches you squirm. “something wrong, fairy?” he asks innocently, though his gaze is anything but.

you shake your head quickly, refusing to meet his eyes as your legs shift restlessly. the vibrations haven’t stopped; in fact, every hum he makes, everytime he talks, seems to resonate deeper, sending little shoves of pleasure that make it impossible to sit still.

“hmm~,” he hums again, dragging the sound out, and you feel the ripple of it like a physical touch.

“nghh—!” you bite your lip, a sharp gasp escaping before you can catch it. your hips twitch forward involuntarily, and you grip the edge of the desk with one hand, the other still futilely trying to shield yourself.

“oh?” he says, tilting his head as his smirk broadens. “is that all it takes to get you worked up?”

“s-shut up!” you snap, though your voice comes out breathy and weak. your thighs part just a fraction, almost without your permission, and the vibrations seem to grow stronger in response, buzzing relentlessly against your clit. “stop—ahh—stop doing that!”

“but why?” he leans forward. “you seem to be enjoying it.”

“i—mmh…!” your hips roll forward unconsciously, your wings tremble behind you, your grip on the desk tightening as your body betrays you further, your legs parting even more in front of him.

“tsk, tsk,” he murmurs mockery. “such a shameless little fairy. look at you, moaning like that. do you even realize what you’re doing right now?”

your cheeks burn, and you shake your head, trying to stifle the whimper that escapes as his voice seems to play with your clit with more strenght “ahh—s-stop…!”

but he doesn’t stop. instead, he leans back again, one hand lazily tracing patterns on the armrest of his throne as he hums another note, watching with fascination as your body reacts helplessly.

the vibrations feel relentless now, your clit throbbing with every sound he makes. your legs spread wider, your hand no longer able to fully cover yourself, and your hips rock forward in a rhythm you can’t control.

“nnngh-fuck!—a-ah…!” you moan, head tilting back as your grip on the desk tightens.

“tell me, fairy—how much more can you take?”

your arms tremble, not able to hold your weight. you gasp, your body betraying you, and before you realize it, you’re slowly sinking back onto his desk, the cool surface pressing against your wings. your back arches instinctively, hips canting forward as if begging for more, your legs spreading wider until you’re completely uncovered. the realization burns you with embarrassment, but your body refuses to obey your mind’s frantic protests.

you can’t bring yourself to look at him, but you feel his gaze, heavy, raking over every inch of you. “oh,” he hums, “even your cum sparkles. everything about you shines, doesn’t it?”

a pitiful whimper escapes your lips as you try to close your legs, mortified at how vulnerable you are. but his hands are quick and strong, smoothing over the delicate skin of your inner thighs with a touch that makes you shiver. he presses gently, coaxing your legs apart again as he clicks his tongue.

“don’t hide from me now~” he murmurs, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of your thighs as if to emphasize his point. “not when you’re this pretty, dripping like that for me.”

“p-please…” your voice is a soft whine, but you don’t even know what you’re begging for. the words die in your throat as his gaze drops lower.

“ah... look at this..” he says, almost to himself, as his eyes trail over the mess between your thighs, glistening and utterly shameless. his fingers ghost along your cunt. “you’re already soaking through my papers, little fairy. how do you expect me to concentrate on anything else when you’re like this?”

your head tilts back, a soft moan escaping as you squirm beneath his touch. “i—I can’t…” you manage, though even you’re not sure what you’re trying to say.

“you can’t what?” he asks as his fingers press just a little firmer, enough to make you gasp. “speak up, sweetheart. i want to hear you.”

“i can’t… ahh—s-stop—!” the words spill out in a breathy rush, your hips roll toward his hand betrays your real feelings.

“stop?” he echoes, tilting his head as his smirk grows. “but you don’t really want me to stop, do you?”

you whimper again, heat flooding your cheeks as your body arches helplessly under his gaze. his hands shift, one sliding down to trace the edge of your slick folds, and the lightest touch has your legs twitching.

“you’re so soft, so wet. i bet you taste just as sweet as you look.”

“ah-ah!” your breath catches, and your hips jerk involuntarily as he leans down, his golden hair brushing your thighs.

he pauses, his lips ghosting over your skin as his breath fans against you. “tell me,” he says, “do you want me to taste you? or should i keep teasing until you can’t even think straight anymore?”

“p-please,” you manage to choke out, your voice trembling and high-pitched. your hands clutch at the edge of the table, knuckles white as you feel yourself twisting further. “please—don’t tease…”

he hums, his lips press against you, leaving a wet mouth-opened kiss, the first swipe of his tongue is slow, too slow, collecting all of your juices insidethe little bowl formed inside his tongue.

your head tilts back, a broken moan spilling from your lips as your thighs tremble. his hands keep you in place, thumbs pressing gently against your skin, holding you open for him.

“you taste even better than i imagined.” he murmurs against you, his tongue diving back in to lap up every bit of you.

your back arches again, your wings fluttering uselessly against the desk as the pleasure builds, white-hot and enormous. “ahh—p-please… i can’t—!”

“yes, you can,” he whispers, his voice sending another vibration under the little hood of your clitoris as his lips and tongue work tirelessly. “you’re doing so well, little fairy. let me have all of you.”

your body tightens, every nerve aflame, your legs shake, your hands scrambling for purchase as you feel the coil deep in your belly snap, the pleasure tearing over you, leaving you crying out his name, your body trembling in his hold.

his tongue and lips coaxing you through every aftershock, kissing your cunt messily, until you’re left out of breath and boneless on his desk, weary. his golden eyes meet yours as he finally pulls back, his lips glistening as he sneers.

when his lips part again, and the first syllable of his voice goes straight to your puffy clit. you cry out, the overstimulation dragging you further into desperation.

“ahh—please, stop!” you manage, your voice cracking.

“stop?” he drawls, his voice honey-smooth and deadly, the vibrations coursing straight to your clit again, making your body arch. “but you’re so sensitive, little fairy. wouldn’t it be cruel to stop now?”

your hands scramble to the hem of your skirt, twisting the fabric in your fists as your head tilts back, wings fluttering erratically. “nngh—s-so much—ahh…!” the sounds tumbling from you are broken, whiny, your chest heaving.

and then, as if sensing your limit, he stops. not just the words, but the power behind them—the vibrations cut off like a switch, leaving you gasping for air, your body twitching in the sudden silence.

“better?” he rises from his throne with an unhurried grace, and your breath catches as his presence looms over you.

he’s massive. not just his height, though he towers over you, but the sheer weight of his aura, his power pressing down on you like gravity itself. his hair gleams in the low light, his black, nearly sheer garments clinging to his broad shoulders and lean frame. his muscles shift, and your eyes flicker down to his hands, strong as they rest on either side of the desk, caging you in.

“what are you thinking about, hm?” he asks, almost coaxing, though his smirk tells you he already knows the answer.

your fingers fidget with the hem of your skirt, tugging at it as if it could somehow shield you from his gaze. but his eyes are relentless, sharp and knowing, and you feel the heat crawling up your neck as his question hangs in the air.

“n-nothing,” you stammer, though the word rings hollow even to your own ears.

his smile widens. “nothing, is it?” he murmurs. “then why do you look like you’re about to combust just from me standing here?”

your cheeks burn hotter, and you force yourself to look away, but it’s no use. his hand lifts, brushing your chin with the barest touch, guiding your gaze back to his.

“let me guess,” he says, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosts over your skin. “you’re curious, aren’t you?”

you blink up at him, heart pounding, unsure how to answer.

“curious about what’s been under your nose this whole time,” he continues, his voice dropping lower, richer. his hand trails downward, stopping at the waistband of his sheer pants. “you didn’t notice, did you? too distracted by everything else.”

your breath catches as he pulls the fabric down, just enough to free himself, and your eyes widen as the truth hits you. it had been there the whole time, half-hidden in his lap, slightly concealed by the translucent material. but now, with nothing obscuring it, you can’t look away.

he’s huge, his cock thick, long and flushed, curving upward with an intimidating weight that makes your thighs clench instinctively. veins trail along the length, pulsing faintly, and the sheer size of him makes your head spin.

“is this what you’ve been thinking about?”

you swallow hard, unable to speak, your hands clutching at the desk as your wings flutter weakly behind you.

“well?” he presses, leaning closer until his golden hair brushes your cheek. “go on, little fairy. say it.”

your voice trembles as you finally manage to whisper, “y-you’re… so big…”

he chuckles, the sound vibrating through your body in a way that makes your thighs squeeze together again. “and you’re so small,” he replies mockingly, though there’s an undeniable thirst in his eyes now.

he shifts closer, his hand reaching for you, his fingers brushing against your thigh. “are you afraid?”

you shake your head quickly, though your heart is racing, your body trembling as you lean back against the desk. “n-no…” you whisper.

“good.” he murmurs, his smile softening just slightly as his hand moves higher, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin just below your skirt.

woozi hears it—feels it—the relentless pulse of your arousal like a drumbeat in his head. It’s maddening.

his cock twitches, an almost painful throb that draws a frustrated sigh from his lips. he slides his thumb over his slit, smearing the beads of precum that gather there. It’s meant to offer some relief, but it only makes the ache sharper, the sight of you sprawled on his desk only fanning the flames.

and then he feels it—a gentle spark, tiny but potent, that dances across his wrist. his gaze snaps down, and there you are, your hand hardly covering a fraction of his skin, glowing faintly with your unique magic. the pulse of it travels through him like a ripple, and for a moment, he stills, captivated by the delicate power in your touch.

“god woozi,” you murmur, he tilts his head, watching you as your fingers curl slightly against his wrist.

“yes?”

you swallow, your cheeks flushing as you meet his gaze. “please, let me… help you.”

his brows lift, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his hand shifts, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of your fingers. “help me?” he repeats. “and what exactly do you think you can do for me?”

your eyes flicker down, catching the way his thumb strokes himself again, and you bite your lip. the sight makes your thighs clench, and you force yourself to look back up at him.

“you’re suffering too, aren’t you?” you say softly, your voice gaining a hint of confidence as you lean closer. “i can feel it.”

his smirk falters, but he doesn’t respond, his silence almost daring you to continue.

you take a shaky breath, your hand sliding up his wrist, leaving a faint trail of glowing sparks in its wake. “you’ve done so much for me already,” you say. “let me return the favor, god woozi.”

“you’re awfully bold for someone whos used to be so small,” he murmurs. “but boldness doesn’t always mean you’re ready for the consequences.”

“then show me,” you challenge softly, your fingers brushing against his palm, his skin impossibly warm under your touch.

a chuckle escapes him, and he shakes his head, his golden hair catching the light. “you really don’t know what you’re asking for, do you?” he says, though there’s no malice in his tone—just a quiet, almost entertained resignation.

before you can respond, his free hand moves, sliding beneath your chin to tilt your face up to his. “if you’re going to offer yourself to a god,” he says, “you’d better be ready to handle what comes with it.”

you nod, swallowing hard. “i am,” you whisper, the weight of your own voice surprising you.

his smirk returns, and he leans closer, his breath ghosting over your lips. “then let’s see how much you can take, little fairy.”

before you can process his words, he shifts, his cock pressing against your thigh, the heat of him searing even through the thin barrier of your skin. your breath hitches, your wings fluttering erratically as his hand slides down, guiding himself between your legs.

the first press is slow, and you gasp, your fingers clutching at his wrist as your body adjusts to the sheer size of him. “oh—god…!” the sound spills from your lips, high and breathless, and you feel him watching you.

“taking me so well.”

your cheeks burn, but the fire pooling in your belly only grows as he moves, his hips rolling, his tip kissing your cervix in insistent careful rubs. your hands grasp at his forearms, your shiny nails digging in as you whimper, your wings trembling against the desk.

“does it feel good, pretty fairy?” he asks. “tell me.”

“y-yes—ahh, yes god woozi!” you cry, your voice breaking as he thrusts deeper.

his smirk widens, and he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. “then take it,” he growls softly. “all of it. every inch.”

your wings flutter wildly, your cries filling the room as he takes you higher and higher, his name spilling from your lips, echoing like a beautiful song note.

his hands trace the curve of your waist, teasing the sensitive skin there before they slide upward, brushing just under the hem of your top. his fingers ghost over your underboobs, the touch featherlight, then, with a slow motion, he pushes your top higher, revealing more of your flushe body.

when your breasts spill free, he watches, entranced, as they bounce with each sharp thrust he delivers. his cock moves each slide drenched in the testimony of your past orgasm. the wet, slick sounds fill the air between your whimpering cries, blending with his low groans.

“you’re a mess,” he says, his thumbs come up to circle your nipples, brushing them with a maddeningly soft touch before pinching, tugging just enough to draw a strangled moan from your throat.

your back arches off the desk,your body trembling under his hands. “ahh—fuck, woozi—!” you cry, your voice breaking on the edges.

he smirks, his eyes half-lidded, drinking in the sight of you. every twitch of your body, every gasp and whine, seems to spur him on. his head tilts slightly, his blonde hair falling into his face as he leans closer, his lips parting just slightly. And then he blows.

a soft, glowing aura escapes his lips as he exhales, a warm, golden light that drifts down, guided by some unseen magic. it swirls in lazy circles, a hypnotic dance as it floats lower and lower, until it reaches the swollen, sensitive bud at the apex of your thighs.

the moment it touches you, you swear the world tilts. the aura massages your clit in circles, the warmth of it spreading through you like liquid fire. your breath hitches, your eyes rolling back as a fresh orgasm crashes over you, your thighs trembling.

“oh—oh my god—ahh!” you cry, your voice pitching higher, your hands clawing at the desk for some kind of anchor, but it’s no use. you’re lost, spiraling further into the haze as his magic works over you.

his thumbs continue their torment on your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds, your chest heaves as your head lolls back, your lips parted in a silent scream as the pleasure mounts, agonizing and perfect all at once.

“that’s it,” he growls softly, his eyes closing briefly as he listens to the melody of your cries, each note sinking into him like a drug. “sing for me, little fairy. let me hear everything.”

your voice breaks as you sob his name, your body convulsing under the force of your orgasm. the magic at your clit seems to pulse in time with your release, dragging the pleasure out, making it endless.

“fuck, you’re beautiful. beautiful my pretty fairy...”

his hips stutter as the tight heat of you squeezes around him, pulling him closer to his own edge. his hands never leave you, his touch grounding you as you fall apart.

his hands squeeze your breasts firmly, jolting you back from the fog of pleasure you’re lost in. your eyes flutter open weakly, your breath hitching as the sight of him comes into focus. his head is tipped back slightly, blonde hair sticking to his damp forehead, and the throaty sounds he makes vibrate through the room. it’s deeper than before, louder, and you can feel the his release as the pulse of it fills you.

the space around you seems to shift, the room vibrating with his climax as a warn, a golden glow radiates from his body. the black auras that clung to his shoulders earlier unravel in an explosion of furious, dissonant notes, fading into silence as woozi finally lets himself go. his hips press into you one last time, burying himself so deep you swear you feel every inch, and then you feel it—the hot, heavy rush of his cum spreading inside you.

his forehead drops forward to rest near yours. “you... you’ve ruined me, little fairy.”

you feel it too—the way his cum fills you, a glowing sensation blooming in your belly. you glance down weakly, and your eyes widen at the faint shimmer under your skin, like your body is glowing with the power of him.

“you’re... shining,” you whisper.

his chest rises and falls against yours, his hands still cradling your body like he’s afraid to let go. he lifts his head to meet your gaze. “so are you,” he says quietly, his voice tender. “you’re radiant.”

your lips part, but no words come out. he leans down, brushing his nose against yours before capturing your lips in a kiss. this kiss feels like gratitude, like reverence, like something divine, his tongue for sure tastes different by the way.

when he pulls back, his eyes scan your face, taking in every detail. “you’ve done more for me than you realize,” he says softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “i’ve carried that weight for so long... those damn shadows. but you—” he pauses, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “you’ve made them disappear.”

you blink up at him, your heart pounding as his words sink in. “i didn’t... i mean, i wasn’t trying to—”

he cuts you off with a small laugh, leaning back slightly as he runs a hand through his tousled hair. “you didn’t even know you could, did you?” he teases, his smirk returning. “typical. little fairy, barging in, turning my world upside down without a clue.”

you pout, your cheeks heating up as you cross your arms weakly over your chest. “you’re welcome, by the way,” you mumble.

his laughter deepens. “oh, i owe you more thanks than i can ever give,” he says, his tone softening as he looks at you again. “but i think we’re past formalities, don’t you?”

you shrug, trying to play it cool, but the heat in your cheeks gives you away. “yeah, well, i guess saving a god’s sanity makes us even or something.”

his smirk widens, and he leans down to press another kiss to your lips, softer this time. “even?” he murmurs against your mouth. “not even close, little fairy. you’ve given me clarity, peace... and, frankly, the best fucking inspiration i’ve had in centuries.”

you can’t help but giggle at that, the sound light and breathless. “glad i could help.”

he grins, his eyes glinting. “you’ve done more than help. you’ve changed everything.” he leans back, his hands brushing over your thighs as he straightens, his expression growing thoughtful. “now,” he says, his voice turning playful again, “how do you feel about sticking around? i think i could use a muse like you.”

you blink, taken aback by his words, but before you can respond, he adds, “oh, and i promise—no more turning you human-sized without warning. unless, of course,” his smirk returns, too devilish for a god, “you’re into that.”

you smack his chest weakly, your laugh echoing through the room in funny notes.

inspired by this request/drabble

[kifkay]

Winx and their Favourite Literary Tropes

Bloom: Found Family. The girl is queer, most likely a fan fiction enjoyer, if not a writer, and has been bullied. She is THE target demographic for this trope.

(plus, she literally went on and created her very own family of Winx)

Musa: Other than the very obvious choice of Your Crush is Mean to Everyone but You (ahem, ahem, Riven), Musa would love the Soulmates trope. It’s very comforting, to believe that there exists a person cosmically tied to you — someone who will have to love you, in spite of your flaws and hurts. Belong to you fully.

Aisha: although Aisha is usually a very calm and compassionate person, I think she would find Revenge narratives cathartic. Let the girlie read about a vengeful princess cutting down her past abusers, she deserves it!

Stella: definitely a romance girlie. I could see her either obsessing over a litany of romantic cliches (Prince in Shining Armour, only One Bed, nursing each other’s wounds (but only in theory, blood is disgusting), forced proximity, enemies to lovers, etc) OR hating them all due to how predictable they are. BUT she would definitely despise any toxic romance tropes Musa seems to love: the Mafia ones, the sunshine x grumpy, the “he’s cold but actually cares”. If both people are not whole-heartedly into each other, she’s not into it.

Flora: she is definitely a fantasy girlie (what is even fantasy for the society of Magix?). Particularly, she loves world-building and lore, brimming with their own unique biomes and freaky little creatures. She also likes Anti-Heroes or Misunderstood Villains. They play on all of her emotional strings.

Tecna: contrary to what you may expect, I don’t think Tecna would like sci-fi very much. What is sci-fi to the majority of the universe, to Zenith is reality. She would most likely find fantastical elements of these books cheesy or over-the-top. Tecna would like Heists: dynamic, fast-paced, high stakes. Puzzle pieces coming together to form a brilliant plan, complete with witty banter and colourful characters.

(I also think she would like Dysfunctional Families. Her parents interacted with her only when necessary; she was an only child. She would be fascinated by messy and tragic interactions between people who should walk away, but just can’t part with each other.)

some other characters I thought of:

Roxy: Supernatural, Talking Animal Companion.

Brandon: Hopelessly Devoted, Mutual Pining, Martyr.

Sky: Reverse Damsel in Distress/Distressed Dude? (the heroine saves his captured ass; he’s into girls that can snap him in half).

Nabu: the Chosen One, the Robin Hood, switch-and-bait.

Helia: long journeys as metaphors for a soul search; tending to the other person’s wounds; cosmic or eldritch horror.

Riven: the Princess and the Peasant, Hero saves the Day, Grumpy Mentor who cares.

Timmy: the Headquarters, Secret World, outsmarting your enemies.

Mirta: a fellow enjoyer of Doomed by the narrative, bonus points if it’s sapphic.

[frost-queen]

Shimmering light (Fem!Reader x Stella)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Sky puffed loud when you had kicked him in the chest. He doubled, reaching for his chest with a pained expression. – “You are out of shape Sky.” – you said teasingly, lowering your foot. Sky looked up, wanting to speak, but couldn’t yet. It made you laugh loud. – “Riven would be delighted to hear this.” – you told him as Sky straightened his posture. Having moved his hands to his hip, pointing at you. – “Don’t!” – he replied with a scowl.

It made you hum thoughtfully just to tease him more. Sky groaned grabbing a stick. He let it hit down on you. As a response, you had set your hands high as the stick came in contact with your wrists. – “Nice try darling.” – you moved your head for him to see your silly smirk. – “Sky, Y/n enough training!” – both of you heard. Sky lowered his stick.

Turning around, you straightened your posture at Saul coming your way. – “Good foot work Y/n.” – he whispered to you, patting you on the back. You threw Sky a mockingly smile just to rub it more in his face. Sky rolled his eyes. The other specialists gathered around as Saul had whistled loud. Riven came jogging over, looking all smug.

“Y/n.” – he said throwing an arm around you. Pressing your face close to his chest. – “Riven.” – you mumbled out, feeling squashed in his grip. Punching him in the armpit, he released his grip on you. You took a breather, shooting him a glare. Riven laughed finding himself amusing. Saul cleared his throat to make him stop interrupting. – “It’s time for your assignment.” – Saul explained.

He stepped aside as a group of fairies approached the training grounds. – “You’ve got to be kidding me.” – Riven puffed out, turning annoyed around. – “Scared Riven.” – you teased, tickling him under his armpits. Riven’s body squirmed, making him jump away from you. He gave you an annoyed look. Sky chuckled beside you. Saul snapped his finger to stop your little distraction.

“I’ll assign you your fairy.” – he started. He started pairing up some fairies and specialists. Amongst them stood Stella with her friends. She made brief eye contact with you. Her hand subtle going up to greet you with the smallest of nods. You smiled briefly back at her as response.

“I hope I get paired up with Sky.” – you heard her say to Musa. Musa gave her little attention, throwing glances from afar to Riven. – “Stella.” – Saul called out, making Stella straighten her back. – “Y/n.” – he called out, gesturing to the middle. Stella’s eyes widened as you came to the centre. Bloom had to push her forwards or else she would’ve remained still. Stella and you joined before Saul. Saul nodded at you.

You took Stella by her sleeve, pulling her aside. There you waited for everyone to be paired up. After pairing up gave Saul the subject to start training with each other. You and Stella moved a bit away from the group. – “Sorry I’m not Sky.” – you told her. Stella glanced up to you with a bit of shock in her eyes. Tilting her chin a bit up, her attitude changed.

“It’s better than Riven.” – she answered. – “Ouch.” – you replied hurt by her comment. Stella swallowed nervously, looking down. You had lowered yourself to pick up a fighting stick from the ground. Turning around you handed one to her. Stella stared rather strange at it. – “I’m not touching that.” – she said moving the stick away with one finger.

It made you sigh loud. – “Take it.” – you insisted. Stella crossed her arms. – “In case you forgot Y/n, I have my powers to protect me. I don’t need no sweaty stick.” – she said back cocky. You exhaled deep lowering the fighting stick. – “What if for some reason you can’t rely on them?” – you asked, pulling your shoulders up. Stella scoffed at what you said. You had a bit enough of her attitude. – “I’m here to protect you so maybe cut the whole stuck up princess act!” – you called out.

“It’s not an act, I am a princess.” – Stella replied loud. It made you throw your hands up. Throwing the stick on the ground, you gave up. Walking off, you had quite enough of her. – “Where are you going?” – Stella shouted getting on her toes. You ignored her, continuing to walk away. Stella lowered herself, looking hurt down.

She noticed some other pairings looking at her. It made her feel shy and small. Biting her thumb a bit, she went her own way. At first Stella thought about skipping. But then the guilt came. She felt guilty for acting like that towards you. She decided to change coarse and search for you. She eventually found you at the lunch tables. Stella took a deep breath before walking over.

You quirked your eyebrow up when she came sitting in front of you. – “Does her royal princess require something?” – you said bitsy. – “Y/n.” – Stella replied trying to reason with you. You crossed your arms, leaning back in your chair. Stella took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry.” – she said making you stare curious at her. You noticed how uneasy and vulnerable she felt.

“I…I didn’t mean to be so…” – she started. – “Bitchy?” – you answered for her, making her chuckle. – “Yes that.” – she agreed. – “Great, we agree on one thing.” – you teased seeing her smile. – “We agree on more things Y/n.” – Stella spoke. – “Like what?” – you asked intrigued. – “Like how good looking I am.” – she said making you quirk your eyebrow at her. – “Kidding!” – she laughed out, touching your arm. It didn’t make you laugh, rather just gaze at her.

You took a deep breath, placing your hand on hers. – “Stella, I’m not the one you should be building your walls up to.” – you told her. – “Remember last year?” – you pointed out. Stella nodded, remembering. – “The time I blinded that girl.” – she said looking down. You joined your other hand to hold hers in yours. Your action made her look up to you. – “No, after that.” – you corrected.

Stella smiled saddened at you. – “You were there.” – she said. – “I was there.” – you repeated. – “I was there when you were at your lowest. I kept you going. I made you shine as bright as ever Stella. So… don’t go acting all cold towards me with our history.” – you talked. Stella smiled brighter.

“You are better than Sky.” – she answered. – “You are what I need.” – Stella finished staring at your eyes. You smiled back at her. – “Oh how much better I feel.” – you responded dramatically, making Stella stomp your arm. Laughing loud afterwards. Both of you got up, heading back to the training grounds.

*

You kicked the door open after having heard Stella scream. Her eyes turned to shock when you busted in the room. Your eye immediately fell on her mother. With your batons you went for her mother. Forcing her face down on the desk. Arm between your baton on her back as your other one pressed her back against the desk. – “Y/n!” – Stella called out with tears in her eyes.

“This is the last time that you hurt her!” – you grunted out, pressing her mother’s cheek harder on the desk. Her mother was furious. Squirming under your grip to get free. – “You wait till I am free!” – she threatened. – “Do your worst.” – you responded coldly. Stella stared in shock, hands to her mouth at the display. Her mother raised her hand as Stella caught the faintest of light.

“Y/n!” – she alarmed you. You saw the light as well, quickly pulling back before she could blind you. Your own reaction made you stumble back. Her mother rose, eyes reflecting fury. She pointed her hand at you, casting a blast of light towards you. You fell back against Farah’s bookcase.

Books dropped to the ground with you. Stella gasped loud with tears in her eyes. – “You specialists think you are equal to us!” – she spitted out. Raising her hand as light emerged from it. – “You have just signed your own death.” – she called out. – “No!” – Stella shouted coming to stand in between. Arms wide open. – “Step aside child!” – Her mother casted out.

“No! I won’t let you hurt her!” – Stella defied against her mother. Her mother scoffed amusingly, finding it humorous her daughter would stand up against her. – “I won’t let you touch her!” – Stella replied determined. You looked up amazed to her. Seeing how strong she appeared. Her mother rose her hand either way, ready to cast light at Stella for being in the way.

You got up, wrapping your arms around Stella. Calling it out, you pulled her down with you, before the light could hit her. The light hit the bookcase instead. Making more books drop down. Hitting you and Stella all over.

You had moved your arms around Stella, protecting her. Stella slowly lifted her head, coming close to yours. For a moment the two of you stared at each other. You smiled, brushing your thumb against her cheek. Stella breathed out a smile with tears in her eyes. Her mother scoffed disgusted ready to cast again. You pulled Stella in your embrace to protect her. – “I’m sorry.” – you whispered to her.

Stella hugged you back, tightly. – “Not a word.” – she whispered back. Both of you closed your eyes, waiting for the impact. The door swung open, Farah entering with Saul. Saul launched for Stella’s mother, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. Farah turned to look at you. – “Are you alright girls?” – she asked as Saul escorted Stella’s mother out.

Stella and you stared a bit confused at each other. – “We are.” – Stella spoke with a smile. You helped each other up, embracing one another again.

---------------------------------------------

Read more of my fics on my Masterlists!

[knoepfl]

The Lunch Surprise

21/24

Character:

• Palladium: Shy, humble, and a bit flustered when it comes to his personal life. In this fanfiction, his usual calm and composed nature is softened by his bashfulness in front of his students, especially when his wife makes a surprise appearance. His affectionate and loving side toward his wife is shown, highlighting a caring and supportive relationship.

Trigger Warnings:

• None: This fanfiction does not contain any explicit violence, abuse, or sensitive topics. It focuses on a lighthearted and sweet interaction in a classroom setting.

Masterlist

Words: 818

“Professor Palladium?” Musa raised an eyebrow, noticing his distraction. "Is everything alright?"

---

It was just another ordinary day at Alfea, and Palladium stood at the front of his classroom, his students seated in neat rows, all eyes focused on him as he explained the intricacies of magic defense. He was known for his calm and collected demeanor, a reliable instructor in all matters of combat and magical discipline. Today, however, something was off. He was pacing slightly, his usual focus slipping as he occasionally glanced toward the door, his mind clearly somewhere else.

Palladium blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, his face flushing slightly. "Ah, yes. Everything is fine, Miss Musa. Just a small... distraction."

The students exchanged curious glances, but they didn't press him further, assuming it was just a fleeting moment of forgetfulness.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom swung open, causing a few of the students to jump in surprise. Standing in the doorway was a woman — a strikingly beautiful woman with long, flowing hair and a gentle smile. She was holding a lunch bag, and as she stepped inside, all eyes turned to her in shock. The students had never seen her before.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, her voice sweet and soft. "But I think someone forgot something this morning."

Palladium’s eyes widened as he quickly turned to her, a soft flush spreading across his cheeks. "Oh… What are you—?"

“I brought your lunch,” she smiled, walking up to him and gently placing the bag on his desk. “I realized you forgot it when I saw your notes on the counter this morning.”

The room fell silent. The students, stunned by the sudden appearance of this woman, couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful woman standing before them.

“Um… Professor Palladium,” Flora said, her voice breaking the quiet, “You... you’re married?”

Palladium’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yes… I… I am,” he admitted, his voice soft but filled with a touch of embarrassment. He glanced at his wife, who was smiling warmly at the students, completely unaware of the flurry of curiosity building in the classroom.

“I didn't know you had such a beautiful wife, Professor,” Stella said with a grin, her eyes twinkling with playful curiosity. “She's… stunning!”

The students were all whispering amongst themselves now, trying to process the revelation. It seemed impossible that the calm, sometimes shy, instructor they’d all come to respect and admire could be married to someone so enchanting.

"Yes, well, she and I have been married for a while now," Palladium explained, his voice quiet but filled with affection as he looked at his wife. He seemed to relax a little, though his usual shyness was still apparent. "She keeps me grounded."

She smiled softly, her eyes meeting his with warmth. “I know how important his work is here. He’s always so dedicated. But sometimes, he forgets to take care of himself.”

The students couldn’t help but smile at the gentle interaction between the two of them. It was clear to everyone in the room that they had a deep and loving bond.

As she made her way toward the door, waving goodbye to Palladium, the students couldn’t contain their excitement.

“So, what’s she like?” Tecna asked, her voice full of curiosity. “How did you two meet?”

Palladium blinked, surprised by the sudden onslaught of questions. “Well, we met through mutual friends,” he began, his voice slightly more relaxed now that the initial shock had passed. “We’ve known each other for years. She’s… very supportive of everything I do here at Alfea.”

“And she seems really kind,” Flora added, smiling softly. “You two make a really sweet couple.”

“Yeah!” Stella chimed in. “Who would’ve thought the serious Professor Palladium was married to someone so gorgeous? You’ve got to tell us more about her!”

Palladium chuckled nervously, glancing at the door where his wife had exited. “I… I’m not sure I’m the best one to tell you all about her,” he said, his usual shyness creeping back into his tone. “But she’s a wonderful woman. Very caring, always looking out for others.”

The students were still buzzing with questions, intrigued by the idea of Palladium being married to someone so different from his calm, composed persona in class. They couldn't wait to see him in a new light.

“Well, I suppose we can get back to class now,” Palladium said, trying to regain his focus. But his students were too excited, whispering among themselves and still asking questions about his wife.

As the lesson continued, Palladium couldn't help but smile to himself, his heart warmed by the love he shared with her. Though the class had been momentarily thrown off course, it had been a nice reminder that sometimes, it was the little things — like a forgotten lunch — that brought unexpected joy into the day.

---

[smittenbyvillains]

Fallen from Earth 1

Warnings: almost kidnapping

You were sitting at your desk and just wanted to sleep. You had a test to study for but spent hours watching The Winx. It was your favorite. You sighed to yourself. You were going to fail but that did not matter anymore it was your fault. You got up and got into your pajamas and went to the bathroom to use the toilet and wash your hands. You brushed your teeth.

You went back to your room. Your parents never really took care of you. Only talked to you to ask why you were doing poorly in classes. You were slow to learn and it wasn't expected but they didn't seem to listen. You sighed as you crawled into the bed and closed your eyes. You just wished you had a different life now.

When you woke up you noticed girls and a teacher staring at you. You were confused and thought it was a dream. You covered your eyes from the bright lights. You frowned and looked at them. They look familiar.

"She's awake!" The girl with the light brown hair said. She sounded like you had heard her before. You gasped and sat up quickly. You were in shock. That was Flora?! How?! This was a dream for you...

"Hey, it's okay. We aren't going to hurt you." Bloom said.

"Where do you come from though pajamas are not in style." Stella started to speak.

"Earth Stella." You said shaking your head. Everyone froze.

"You know us?" Musa asked a bit worried. You nodded and sighed.

"Hard to explain but this is not my world." You hummed. "I am definitely not a fairy."

"You are," Faragonda said walking in. "You ended up outside of the school randomly."

"But- you all are just a show to me." You protested. Everyone was shocked. A little nervous as well.

"We will have to figure this out." Professor Palladium spoke up. Faragonda nodded.

"For now you will attend here just so we can see how you are here. We will try to fix this." She said. You nodded. They were nervous but you were even more scared and nervous. You weren't a fairy and never will be.

"You will dorm with the Winx for now." Palladium said. This was going to be crazy. When you watched the show you always had a crush on Palladium. He was adorable. You just wondered how far into the show this was. But by how the girls were dressed you figured this was the time around Valtor. Bad timing.

"I um- if I'm correct Valtor is loose?" You asked carefully. Faragonda nodded.

"Yes, so you will not be leaving school grounds without someone to protect you. Valtor might try and use you since you seem to be a bit different.." Faragonda said looking directly at you. You just nodded agreeing. You didn't want to be outside with him free. You knew what he could do.

After you were checked over for any injuries they sent you with the Winx girls for a tutor at the school. Flora and Bloom were nice to you. Stella just asked about fashion. Musa asked about the music and Techna gave you a new phone with everyone's contacts. You added some music you liked into a playlist once you were in your dorm. You lay on the bed. There was a knock on your door.

"Hey! Y/N it's time for lunch. You want to come along with us?" Bloom asked. You thought about it and nodded.

"Sure, but I don't have any clothes." You said. Stella burst in with lots of outfits. The sudden noise made you stumble out of your bed. Stella helped you up and placed outfits in front of you. She put them against you to see which one was best.

"This one," Stella said. "This is the one." She smiled. You just nodded.

"Oh, thanks, Stella." You said shyly. It wasn't going to be so bad here. Stella used her magic by snapping her fingers and making the outfit appear on you.

"No Problem! Now lunchtime." She said and took your arm and joined it with hers leading you to the lunch room. The outfit Stella gave you made you pop out. You had a dark blue crop top and some ripped jeans with some sneakers. You figured that some of your clothes must have appeared with you. You and the girls got lunch and sat down.

The girls were happily chatting. You just played with your food. You weren't used to being friends. Maybe being here isn't going to be that bad. After all, people seem to be worried for you and are super nice. Professor Avalon walked over and handed you your classes. You had a class with each of the girls maybe two of them. You figured it was to protect you. Plus you kinda new spells from watching the show. It was still going to be hard.

During potions class is when you really started to struggle. You mixed the wrong thing into the mixture. A pink cloud of smoke appeared and you started coughing. A few of the other students started laughing but not a nice laugh.

"Why are you even in this class. You don't even seem like a fairy." That stung but you didn't say anything and pretended not to hear anything. All the classes had something similar said and soon everyone stared at you as you walked in the halls. It felt just like back at home.

[thegirlinblueblog]

Yesterday, I snapped at my little one for dropping his medicine. His tiny heart broke, and he bellowed in sadness. Through his tears, he began patting his head and said in broken Bangla, "Thak Musa, kichu hobena. Thak Musa, kichu hobena. Thik hoyebe" ("It's alright, Musa. Nothing will happen. It'll be alright").

At first, I felt a wave of guilt, but soon my heart filled with contentment. He is learning to empathize, and to comfort himself. He is already far ahead of me. Alhamdulillah. Allahumma barik. All praises to my Lord for His mercy.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Something with Riven from fate, like its first day of school and everyone get to know each and there is this pretty y/n thath turns out to be Ric's girlfriend which no one from winx expected.

Just a little thought 😅. But feel free to do anything you want.

I really do like this, and since I will be hyperfixating on fate again anyway, already am almost, let's go

also I changed your prompt up a little, because I liked this idea better, but hopefully you can still enjoy it as I did!

"So, you're from where, exactly?" Aisha tilted her head to the side and smiled, but you were still nervous enough that you grabbed onto your books until your knuckles turned white.

"Your hair looks really pretty, how do you get it to look that healthy?", Terra interrupted before you could answer, also grinning, but only making your anxiety even worse. You smiled again nervously, readying yourself for the answer to her question, before Stella butted in.

"Why are you transferring in the middle of the year, anyway?"

You bit your bottom lip, your books daring to slip out of your hands, forcing you to hold them even tighter now. You had arrived here maybe an hour ago, gone into the headmistress' office, taken all your new books with you and made your way to your dorm, and been stopped by the girls you'd be sharing it with in the middle of the hall before you could even take two steps further.

"Guys", Musa sighed, and your eyes snapped to where she was leaning on the railing next to you. "Give her space to breathe. She can't answer any of you if you talk over each other."

You smiled gratefully at her and she smiled back, which lifted the weight on your shoulders a bit, and the ache in your chest and the one in your stomach just the slightest as well.

The others mumbled their sorrys, still all eyes fixed on you.

But then you heard your name being called from the other side of the hall. And for the first time since you had got here, you turned without pondering what everyone else would think of you. A huge grin spread on your face.

"Riven", you breathed.

He was coming towards you, quick and smooth, and his arms were around you almost a second later, and you saw his smirk for just the blink of an eye before his lips were on yours.

He kissed passionately, he always did. But he also kissed slowly. Deliberately. He kissed like he wanted to savour every moment, every touch, every single time.

When he pulled back, he was chuckling. He pressed a kiss to your jaw and one to your neck before you managed to open your eyes again. And even then you were blinking hazily up at him, waiting for another kiss and another and another. Usually, he never stopped. But you supposed this wasn't usually.

Oh.

Oh, no this was not usually. This was "standing in a hallway in the middle of a new school and snogging your boyfriend". Oh, wow.

The blush that spread on your cheeks was one comparable to barely any you'd had before. You turned back around quickly, biting your lip, then realising that was probably the wrong thing to do, so you let out - something, yeah, some kind of sound. Not a word, definitely not a word. But something indeed.

Bloom was the first of them to recover. She raised her eyebrows and looked at you, then at Riven, then back at you.

"So when we did that introduction thing, you simply forgot to mention you were dating- him?"

Her tone was teasing, but still laced with confusion and shock, so much that she could not hide it. You chuckled, that nervous tingle raising in your stomach again.

"I didn't know it was that important", you muttered, almost choking on your own words as Riven slid his arms around your waist from behind and rested his head on your shoulder. You knew just from his gesture that his grin was unmatchable in this moment. It normally made your chest swell with pride, but right now, your anxiety had the upper hand.

"I just- I can't believe you are dating him", Bloom went on. "I mean, we don't know you well yet, but you just seem..."

She trailed off, obviously not wanting to hurt your ego. You bit your cheek.

"Different?", you offered. She nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, people are always surprised", you admitted.

Riven started planting kisses on your neck, working his way up to your jaw again. You kicked him in the shin, but he only chuckled into your ear.

Bloom looked disgusted, but her expression was nothing against Musa's. Who looked like she would vomit in a second.

"Riven, that's fucking repulsive", she complained, straightening her back and already taking a step back. Heat rushed back to your cheeks. Well, you were doing a fantastic job at a first impression.

"Not my fault you're reading my fucking mind", Riven countered. You scoffed at him.

"Yeah, we're still gonna leave you guys to it", Aisha interrupted. Even she was looking somewhat put off. "Uh, introductions have been made, and you've got some days to settle in so- just. Please keep to his room. We have a strict no boyfriend rule since some... things happened."

You noticed the look she gave Musa and had to hide a smile despite your embarrassment. The friendship these girls had - you thanked whatever gods there were for being put right in the middle of it. You already had taken a liking to the lot of them.

They said quick goodbyes and left, chatting and waving at you until they rounded the next corner.

"Riven, you bastard", you laughed when they had disappeared, turning around to him, pushing your books into his arms as he grinned at you.

"I love you so much and I missed you more than you could ever imagine, but couldn't you have waited five more minutes instead of interrupting me? I have to live with these people for quite a while!"

He only chuckled and pulled you back in with one hand, holding your books in the other, kissing you as you raked your hands through his hair and cupped his cheeks and crossed your arms behind his neck and lost any sense of time or place you'd had before. Yeah, you were indeed dating him.

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Just in time - Riven X reader

Warnings : Angst/swearing

Word count : 3.3k

-------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Riven, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that nothing fucking happened!” You were mad. Sweaty. Pissed off.

It all started a week ago, when Riven confronted you about a rumour that had started going around the school.

Someone claimed to see you and Sky getting too cosy with each other which was a pile of bull! You loved Riven, with everything in you. Granted he was a dick sometimes, cocky, rude. But a lot of people didn’t get to see the side of him he showed you. The loving, caring, vulnerable guy you fell head over heels for. You honestly didn’t think there would be anything that could break you, you were wrong.

There you were, fighting with your boyfriend again while you both should have been training. Sweat dripping down your forehead as you rolled and blocked his strikes.

“Then why do I keep having flashing images of you and him over and over, everyone is talking about this Y/N! Why would someone make it up hmm. Are you fucking him?” You stopped. Out of breath and hurt. You couldn’t believe he’d said that. He didn’t trust you. You threw your sparing stick to the ground and turned to walk away from him. Anger and hurt bubbling up in your chest. He grabbed your arm, a little too tightly, pissing you off even more. You turned and pushed him back, sweeping your leg under his sending his tall frame crashing to the floor.

“Fuck you Riven.” A group had formed now and people were whispering. Sky was walking over but you rolled your eyes. Didn’t he know that he was just going to make things look worse. You shook your head at him and he stopped. Your eyes were filling up with tears, it was embarrassing. You were supposed to be a bad ass specialist who fought monsters, not some little girl crying over a fucking idiot.

“What are you all looking at? Enjoying the show?” You yelled at the on lookers. The people who were meant to be your friends and team mates just staring at you like you were a wounded animal. Silva was calling your name but you ignored him and ran as fast as you could towards the only place that could calm you.

The stone circle was empty, Headmistress Dowling’s morning class already finished. You sat on a nearby stump and slumped as all of the air inside you seemed to drain out. How could he say that to you? Didn’t he know you at all? Where had these stupid ideas come from and who put them in his head? Sky was like a brother to you and nothing more. You laughed at the idea that anyone would think there’d ever be anything going on between you and Sky. You crouched down and lay flat on the earth, the rough floor rubbing against your skin. Your powers felt grounded, you felt connected to the earth and it calmed you more than anything could.

It was weird being the first fairy specialist. It was something the school was trying out. You were the obvious choice, your father a well known warrior and your mother a powerful earth fairy. Like her you’d inherited her magic, but like your father you had the hunger for the fight. So when the headmistress and Silva approached you with the idea of being both you snapped it up in a heartbeat. The air above you twirled with leaves and the branches of the nearby trees danced in the wake of your magic. Eyes closed, you almost felt peace, until you heard the approach of footsteps.

“You know, that really was a show back there. I applaud your take down on Riven.” You rolled your eyes. Musa had never liked your boyfriend, but then, did best friends ever like the boyfriend? She came and lay down next to you, taking your hand in hers. She could feel your anger but mostly your sadness. You were the only one she did this for. She took some of the sadness away from you so you didn’t have to carry it all on your own.

“I didn’t do it M, people keep whispering about me and Sky but you know that would never happen right…” She turned her head to look at you, her eye brow raised.

“Do you really have to ask me that question, I know how much, for whatever reason, you love that idiot Riven. No way. Someone is just starting something they won’t be able to finish.” You frowned.

“I think it already has finished.”

Dinner was quieter than usual. You were sat with your friends, Stella, Bloom, Musa, Terra and Aisha. Sky had joined your table but Riven was no where to be seen. You didn’t have an appetite, the pain from your heartbreak apparently affecting the whole of your body.

“You know Y/N, I heard a girl a couple of years above talking to someone earlier about how a mind fairy liked Riven.You know, that Sonya girl who tried it on with him summer break? Maybe she has something to do with the rumours? You know the older lot have the ability to influence peoples thoughts and dreams. All she’d have to do is plant the seed and boom.” Stella was still munching on her fries as she divulged the information. You did know that there was an older girl that had liked Riven but you didn’t know she was a mind fairy. You thought that she had gotten over the crush on your boyfriend but obviously not. Your fists clenched as you looked across the room to the girls table. Sonya, she grinned at you and had the audacity to wink. About to stand up, hand placed on your sword at the side of you, you felt a hand come down on your shoulder. Sky. He shook his head. Great just what you needed.

Deciding you weren’t hungry anymore you went for a walk, Sky and Bloom had accompanied you, it would be a good way to get away from prying eyes they thought. What you saw next sent your stomach into knots, your heart shattered and an audible gasp left your mouth. Riven, pressed up against the wall with Beatrix’s lips attached to his. He looked to the side and his eyes went wide. You shook your head, tears falling freely.

“Were done Riven. I hate you. Never speak to me again.” A crack rippled up the side of the stone wall with a loud bang and you ran out of the building in anger.

-The next day-

You hadn’t slept at all. Every time you’d tried images would flash behind your closed eyelids, taunting you. Riven had tried to see you, banged on your door until his fists were bloody but you didn’t cave. Rumour had it that Stella of all people had threatened to blind Sonya if she didn’t erase the thoughts she’d cast in Riven’s mind. It still didn’t change anything. She only put the thoughts there she didn’t make him kiss Beatrix.

Your friends hung around you all morning, every attempt Riven made to see you, threatened with the power of one of your fellow fairies. He soon got the message that you couldn’t bare to see him right now. Not after what he did.

——————————————————————————————————

Saul had requested you go with him and his team to escort the burned one back to the Castle, where it would be better contained and further from the school. You were the only student he asked to go with them, he hadn’t even asked Sky. Part of you knew it probably had something to do with your father, he had a lot of influence when it came to the Specialists, not to mention he was one of Silva’s oldest friends. He’d probably asked him to let you tag along, get a bit of hands on experience.

You were excited to be going to be honest. It would get you away from the school and Riven for a few hours. You’d be away from prying eyes and gossiping. Hell, you might even be able to get Stella’s ring back for her before the girls turn up and try and get it themselves.

Geared up and ready to go, leather weapons sling across your chest, daggers attached to both sides of your boots and your sword sat heavy on your hip. Plus your not so secret weapon, earth magic. You rode in the same car as Silva so he could monitor you at all times. It was no secret that you wanted to prove yourself, but nobody could have prepared for what followed.

There had been too many of them. You screamed as the pain shot through your body. Looking around everyone was dead. Apart from Silva who you could see propped up against a tree in the far distance and yourself, who was further away having been flung through the air as the burned one sunk its claws into your stomach after you stood in front of Silva trying to protect him.

You’d all put up a big fight, but you had been surprised by the monster when it was accompanied by a friend. One of the burned ones was dead, the other, still around somewhere. You didn’t need it to come and finish you off, you could feel its venom coursing through your body, the edges of your sight turning black, veins black as well as it spread fast towards your heart.

Concentrating was hard when you were in pain from being stabbed by a creatures talons and also trying to stop yourself from bleeding out, but you could have sworn you heard voices in the distance. How long had it been, one, maybe two hours since you were attacked? All you knew was that if someone didn’t find you soon you were a goner and so was Mr Silva. At one point you’d tried to make it over to him but the pain had you screaming again, moving hadn’t been an option.

You blinked slowly, the world getting increasingly blurrier as time went on. Then you saw them. Your friends, horrified expressions on their faces, they’d found Mr Silva, but they hadn’t seen you. You wanted to scream out, to let them know you were there, but your voice failed you and your eyes fluttered closed.

——————————————————————————————————

-Rivens POV-

“Fuck!” Riven knew he had fucked up, big time. He should have believed you when you said nothing happened. He let his insecurities get in his head not to mention a fucking mind fairy. He couldn’t blame it all on the mind fairy, no. He’s the one who had kissed Beatrix. He didn’t even like bloody Beatrix! He just wanted to make you jealous, make you feel the way he felt when people muttered about you and Sky through the halls. He realised how fucked up it was but it was too late.

He’d been trying to talk to you all morning. You’d given him the cold shoulder as expected. He was seconds away from breaking your door down, but that would just make matters worse. Anyway, your minion friends would let him see you if your life depended on it. He’d seen you in the morning but he hadn’t seen you for a while now and it was Lunch… you were normally in the canteen with your suit mates, sat around chatting about god knows what. Before all this had happened he would have been right beside you, a hand on your thigh, your small hand on his back, but you were no where to be found.

“Sky, mate. Listen I know I fucked up but where is she, where’s Y/N.” He ran his hands through his brown hair in frustration. He wanted to scream, he wanted to beg you for forgiveness, anything, he would do it.

“She went with Silva, i’m surprised you didn’t know, it’s all anyone is talking about now they’ve got your kiss with Beatrix out of their systems.” He would have punched Sky for the remark if it wasn’t for the fact that, he deserved it and he was too confused as to why you’d be with Silva. He was about to ask him to elaborate when screams and gasps rang out through the cafeteria.

Bloody, muddy and deathly pale. Saul was being dragged along the floor by Terra and Musa. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened to him. Riven’s heart was racing. He didn’t see you anywhere, you were supposed to be with Silva. He watched as Dane and a couple of other first year Specialists carted Silva off to Mr Harveys room.

“Where’s Y/N, where the fuck is my girl!?” Riven’s eyes went wide as silence fell over the hall. Shortly behind Silva, you. Carried like a sack of potatoes by Aisha and Bloom who were both covered in your blood. Your combat gear was torn to shreds, three long bloody gashes across your stomach, leaves and dirt matted in your hair and your eyes. Your eyes were closed, your body hardly moving at all.

It seemed like the world was in slow motion. Riven ran to you, panic stricken, in one swoop he scooped your small frail body up into his arms, your head fell limply against his chest.

“Someone get Harvey! Help her! Someone help her!” It was the first time anyone had ever seen Riven cry, apart from you of course. It was a sight that rocked the whole school. Riven could feel that he was being pushed in the direction of Harvey’s lab, Sky guiding his shocked best friend towards help.

Mr Harvey, with one swoop, had everything off the table and on the floor in seconds, making way for Y/n’s body. Riven lay you down carefully. His hand clutching yours tightly. He bent down next to your ear, brushing the muddy hair back from your face.

“Baby, i’m here, i’m so sorry, love you need to fight, you can fight this I know you can, come back to me, I love you, please come back to me.”

In the background Silva was struggling with Sky to stand up, he was trying to get to you, to make sure you’d be okay.

“Riven, let Mr Harvey help her, he will help her first, she’s worse off t-than I am and she saved me… she saved me.”

——————————————————————————————————

“She hasn’t got long, maybe you need to start thinking about saying your goodbyes.” Mr Harvey was trying to console the Winx girls and they stood over Y/N. Riven was quiet for once, but it made everyone uneasy.

“No fuck that. Fuck that. Were not saying goodbye. This isn’t goodbye.” Riven kissed Y/N’s forehead, leaning his head gently against her now clean skin. “This isn’t goodbye my love, i’m going to kill it, i’m going to save you, even if it kills me.”

Sky wouldn’t let Riven go alone and obviously Bloom tagged along too, Sky and her practically attached at the hip. Riven didn’t want the extra help, it wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful for it, he just didn’t want to be responsible for anyone else getting hurt or even worse, killed.

He took one more long look at his love on the table and grabbing his weapons stormed out of the greenhouse determined to take down the ugly monster who had scorched his fairy.

——————————————————————————————————

All that could be heard through the academy were the sounds of frantic, pounding footsteps then the crashing as Riven threw open the green house doors. He was covered in mud and his clothes singed from the close calls with the burned one, but he’d got it. It was dead, his sword slicing through its body and into its core, the determination to save his love the only thing spurring him on.

There she was lying on the table, just as still as she was when he had left. They were too late.

——————————————————————————————————

-Y/N POV-

You could hear him, a voice you would always be able to pick out in a crowd. You felt his soft lips graze your head and then he was gone and so was a piece of you.

You didn’t know how long he had been gone, you remember thinking that you wanted him there, even though you couldn’t open your eyes, couldn’t talk, you knew you needed Riven beside you, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. The internal pain of the Burnt ones venom reaching for your heart, creeping slowly, you were knocking on heavens door.

In the background you could hear Musa start to scream, she could feel you leaving them, it alerted the others and they finally realised what was happening.

At the same time, you could feel the icy venom start to retreat, but the pain and the damage had already been caused, in your last dying breath you realised he’d killed it, but he was too late. Your mind switched off and you were overcome with warmth. Your powers were the last thing to leave you, earth magic was a funny business. From the outside looking in, your magic was wrapping around you, exactly like a cocoon. No one knew what it meant, all they did know was you had just died and Riven, Riven had just stormed through the doors.

——————————————————————————————————

It had been three days since the damage from the Burned Ones had killed you. Riven had been inconsolable, drunk for most of the time and sitting beside your cocoon, considering all the possibilities of how he could be with you, how he could join you in the afterlife.

Sky was eventually able to pry his best friend away from your coffined body, trying to get him to accept the fact you weren’t coming back.

By the time Riven had showered, eaten and received a continuous wave of sympathetic looks, he started to head back to the greenhouse.

“No she’s gone! I mean gone gone, like her cocoon is open and body is gone!.” Bloom needed to learn how to whisper more, Riven had heard the whole thing.

He was already running before Sky could stop him. It was raining now, the grass slippy with mud and if he hadn’t been so determined to get there, he would have fallen countless amounts of times. Something spurred him on.

They were right, the doors sung open with a clatter, lighting crashed in the background and he brushed his hair back from his face as he took in the scene before him.

If things couldn’t get worse, Y/N’s friends started a commotion in the background and Riven couldn’t bare to face whatever they were screaming about now but he turned anyway. What he saw had him sinking to his knees, his combats soaked and mud covered, but he didn’t care.

You were there. Really there. He couldn’t believe it. Glowing. You were glowing! Everyone watched as wings unfurled from your back, big beautiful green wings spreading wide and bright.

He surged forward when you shouted his name, he watched as your feet planted the ground and before he knew it, you were both running towards each other as fast as you possibly could.

You flung yourself against him, luckily he was strong, he caught you and stopped you both from slipping backwards. You were both crying, your tears mixing with the downpour, your lips found his in a second, sparks flew just as they always did, but something this time was more raw, more deep. He was your everything, your air you needed to breath, your blood you needed to live, your life. He was your whole life.

Your magic had saved you.

Your Riven had saved you, just in time.

[house-of-slayterr]

INFP - INFJ Characters I Relate To

Luna Lovegood - Harry Potter 

Wanda Maximoff - WandaVision 

Number 7 - The Umbrella Academy 

Cassie Ainsworth - Skins

Max Caulfield - Life Is Strange

Peter Parker - Spider-man

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe

Raven Queen - Ever After High

Bubbles - Power Puff Girls

Newt Scamander - Fantastic Beasts 

Nico di Angelo - Camp Half-Blood

Charlie Kelmeckis - Perks of Being a Wallflower

Amelie - Amelie 

Aurora - Sleeping Beauty 

Musa - Winx Club 

Alice Kingsleigh - Alice in Wonderland 

2-D - Gorillaz

Persephone - Greek Legends 

Victor Van Dort - Corpse Bride

BMO - Adventure Time

Asriel Dreamer - Undertale

Jason Dean - Heathers

Courage - Courage the Cowardly Dog

Lucy Pevensie - The Chronicles of Narnia 

Romeo and Juliet - Romeo and Juliet 

Barry Allen - The Flash 

Davy Jones - Pirates of the Caribean 

Merlin - Merlin 

Susanna Kaysen - Girl, Interrupted 

Emma Chotta - The Red Band Society

Carrie Krueger - The Amazing World of Gumball

Arwen Undomiel - The Lord of the Rings

Ethan Lewis - Euphoria 

Anne Shirley - Anne of Green Gables

Rue - Hunger Games

Ratcatcher 2 - Suicide Squad 

Misty Day - American Horror Story

Lydia Deetz - Beetlejuice

Joshua Washington - Until Dawn

The Phantom - The Phantom of the Opera

Aurora - Maleficent 

Alison Cameron - House M.D.

The Monster - Frankensstien 

Crybaby - K-12

Sweeney Todd - Sweeney Todd

Abigail Hobbs - Hannibal

Credence Barebone - Fantastic Beasts 

Kermit the Frog - The Muppets 

Ofelia - Pan’s Labyrinth 

Ponyboy Curtis - The Outsiders

Coraline Jones - Caroline 

Rogue - X-Men

Candy Chiu - Gravity Falls

Eloise Turner - Last Night in Soho

Zoe Benson - American Horror Story 

Sam Manson - Danny Phantom 

Louis de Pointe du Lac - Interview with the Vampire

Antigone - Greek Legends

Wiccan - Marvel

Orpheus - Hadestown

Melinda Sordino - Speak

Evey Hammond - V for Venddetta

Fisk - Undertale 

Harry Osborne - Spider-man

Greg Wuliger - Everybody Hates Chris 

David - Hilda

Buffalo Bill - Silence of the Lambs 

Christine Daae - The Phantom of the Opera

Scorpius Malfoy - Cursed Child

Frances Houseman - Dirty Dancing

Max - Sharkboy and Lavagirl 

Susie Salmon - The Lovely Bones

The Grabber - The Black Phone 

Ethan Morgan - My Babysitters a Vampire

Stevonnie - Steven Universre 

Abby Sciuto - NCIS

Miles Halter - Looking for Alaska 

Jacob Portman - Miss Peregrine 

Sarah - Labyrinth 

Marius - Les Mis

Bridgitte Fitzgerald - Ginger Snaps 

Thomasin - The VVitch 

Edith Cushing - Crimson peak 

Basil - Dorian Gray 

Allen Ginsberg - Kill Your Darlings 

Jane Eyre- Jane Eyre

Andrew Detmer - Chronicle

Wanderer - The Host

Kurt Wagner - X-Men

Scout Finch - To Kill a Mockingbird

Emma - Blue is the Warmest Colour

Syrena - Pirates of the Caribbean 

Sara Crewe - A Little Princess

David Haller - Legion 

Skeeter - The Help 

Nico Minoru - Runaways 

Dave Lizewski - Kick-Ass

Annie Sawyer - Being Human 

Nugget - Kindergarten 

Chip Dove - Jennifer’s Body

Mia Warren - Little Fires Everywhere 

Chase Mathews  - Zoey 101

Eli Goldworthy - Degrassi 

Willow Rossenberg - Buffy

Fiona - About a Boy

Violet Harmon - American Horror Story 

Anastasia - Anastasia 

Spike - Buffy

Theo Putnam - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 

Frances Shea - Legends 

Micheal Darling - Peter Pan

Jughead Jones - Archie Comics

Johnathan Morgenstern - The Shadowhunters

Rapheal Santiago - The Shadowhunters 

Bree Tanner - Twilight 

Angela Weber - Twilight 

Michelle Jones - Spider-man Homecoming

Davina Claire - The Originals

April Ludgate - Parks and Recreation

Alec Lightwood - The Shadowhunters

Nia Nal - Supergirl 

Raven - Teen Titans 

Remus Lupin - Harry Potter 

Atticus Finch - To Kill a Mockingbird

Will Grahm - Hannibal 

Harley Quinn - DC Comics

Amy Dunne - Gone Girl 

Lexi Howard - Euphoria

James - The End of the Fucking World

Vision - WandaVision 

Nina Sayers - Black Swan 

Veronica Sawyer - Heathers 

Mathew Murdocck - Daredevil

Gellret Grindelwald - Fantastic Beasts

Dawn - Total Drama

Sally - The Nightmare Before Christmas

Eurus Holmes - Sherlock 

James Wilson - House M.D. 

Professor X - X-Men

Ester Coleman - Orphan

Winter Anderson - American Horror Story 

Needy - Jennifer’s Body

Joan of Arc - Clone High

Micheal Morbius - Morbius 

Nick Goode - Fear Street

Miss Honey - Matilda

Cole Sear - The Sixth Sense 

Brea - The Dark Crystal 

Ingrid Beuachamp - The Witches of East End

Victoria Winters - Dark Shadows

Bella Swan - Twilight

Ramona Flowers - Scott Pilgrim 

Fern Arable - Charlottes Web

Dwayne Hoover - Little Miss Sunshine

Rose Bukate - Titanic 

Candyman - Candyman 

Magenta - Rocky Horror

Tom Riddle - Harry Potter 

Bruce Banner - The Hulk 

Sirus Black - Harry Potter

Barbra Godron - Batman 

The Enchantress - Suicide Squad 

[ghostiewriter]

summary: They were just pretending, that's all they had to do. But why did his jealousy feel so real? Or, day sixteen of ghostie's spooktober spectacular.

read here on ao3.

.

It wasn’t real, he kept reminding himself. It wasn’t fucking real. 

And yet, Riven still wanted nothing more than to storm over to the other side of the Bastion and shove Sam Harvey a good couple of fucking feet back because he was too close, far too close to something that didn’t belong to him anymore. 

Not that Musa belonged to Riven or anybody really, but that was beyond the point. Or at least, he kept telling himself that it was more than that. 

The point was that Sam Harvey needed to learn that whatever history he and Musa had was precisely that—history. And if Riven had his way, it would firmly stay that way. 

It had been half way through a sparring match when Musa had thrown the idea at him, most definitely as a ploy to distract him but also a genuine offer too. It was a simple dynamic, it was something that would benefit them both and it helped a lot that Musa was one of the few people that didn’t make Riven feel like walking past the barriers and never turning back again. 

After the messy breakup with Beatrix and Dane, things had been…tense to say the least. Both were just as spiteful as they were petty and it seemed like Riven was the one facing the brunt and annoyance of it all. 

Musa, on the other hand, needed to get a past fling off her back. With Sam’s return, Riven doubted the earth fairy thought his distance would do more than just give him the time he needed to find himself again. It gave Musa time to consider what she really wanted as well, and that just no longer aligned with Sam and his future now. Though, he seemed to be having a hard time grasping that truth. 

In some weird twisted turn of events, going from having two very real and intense partners to having one fake girlfriend seemed like the solution to all of his problems. 

Musa was a good friend, nothing more and Riven actually did quite like the mind fairy as much as he may have teased her. It was a simple deal that she benefitted from equally as much. 

So then why the fuck did he feel like his teeth were going to crush under the pressure of how hard he was biting back a handful of colourful phrases when he saw the earth fairy approach Musa by the benches, standing far too close than should be allowed of by an ex. 

“Focus.” 

Riven barely had the chance to scoff as his head snapped around to glare at Sky, though the blond just looked thoroughly amused. 

“Piss off,” Riven deadpanned. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today and not swiping you on your ass whilst you ogle your girlfriend to officially end this match,” Sky said as he planted his sword into the ground, leaning against it with a grin. 

“I’m not ogling,” Riven waved off. 

“Yeah, no, you’re right. You’re staring. Like a creep,” Sky snorted. “She can handle herself, Riv.” 

“She’s not the one I’m worried about,” Riven murmured as his eyes narrowed slightly as Sam took another step closer to Musa. “Fuck this.” 

“Don’t do anything stupid!” Sky called out from behind him. 

“Fuck off!” 

“I can’t keep covering your ass to Silva!” 

“Work it out, Blondie!” 

With the runic limiters still firmly planted around her wrists, Musa didn’t feel Riven approaching until his arm was thrown over her shoulders and she was pulled into his side, his hand squeezing her shoulder as though to hold her that little bit tighter made the difference. 

“Musa. Stan.” 

“Sam,” the earth fairy corrected, failing to hide his confusion as his eyes darted between Riven and the way he had practically draped himself over Musa. 

“I didn’t ask,” Riven said with a grin, not missing the way Musa quickly covered her snort with a cough. “Fairy classes are inside the school, things haven’t changed that much since you left.” 

“I know,” Sam said with a bite of annoyance. “I was just talking to Musa.” 

“Well, you’ve spoken to her,” Riven said and waved him off. “Fly along now, specialist training is serious. We don’t need lingerers.” 

Sam narrowed his eyes before blurting out. “I’m sorry, is there something going on here?” he asked, a crease forming between his brows as he turned to Musa. “Really? Him? I barely even left—” 

“You were gone long enough for Musa to know what she wants,” Riven bit back and his hold on the fairy tucked under his arm tightened. “Accept it and move on, Simon.” 

“Sam,” he corrected once again, teeth gritted in frustration. “I just don’t understand—”

“You don’t have to,” Riven interrupted once again, green eyes now cold and disinterested. “Now piss off, she’s busy.” 

Knowing he wouldn’t be getting the answers he wanted today, Sam gave the couple one last look—not even hiding his judgement—before he walked off, shoulders tense and head down. 

“You’re kinda hot when you’re jealous.” 

His eyes snapped down to the mind fairy beside him, instinctively glancing down to look at the smile twisted on her lips. 

“I’m not jealous,” Riven scoffed. “He was bothering you. I was giving you an out before Silva caught you.” 

“You played it well,” Musa continued, ignoring whatever he had just said. “I mean, for a second I really believed you were jealous.”

Riven rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we have shit to do.” 

Before he had the chance to walk away, Musa quickly wrapped her hand around his arm before he could completely pull away from her, causing the boy to stop in his tracks and turn to her. 

“Thank you,” she said and when he frowned a little, she continued. “For Sam. He was…just thank you for saving me.” 

His lips twitched. “It’s what I tend to do a lot these days.” 

Musa snorted. “Way to ruin it.” 

Riven shrugged, careless and grinning. “You owe me big time, that’s all I’m saying.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off, but deep down she knew she was grateful for his timing. The Bastion wasn’t exactly the place she wanted to be having that conversation with Sam and he wasn’t getting the chance. “I think you just want another excuse to make out.” 

Riven raised his brows. “Well—“ 

“Shut up!” 

He let out a soft groan as her elbow made contact with his stomach, but his smile didn’t drop. “Kidding, kidding. No need to bruise up your boyfriend.” 

“I’ll avoid the pretty face,” she assured him with a single nod. 

“How kind.” 

“Remember that the next time you almost pull me into a bush to make out.” 

Riven’s eyes twinkled at the memory, and something much stronger bloomed in his chest. “Noted.”

.

[charmixpower]

A littol headcanon post for the birthday boy

Riven is kinda an agressively private person, especially in s1, so he straight up refused to tell anyone when his birthday was

It was also because he wouldn't be able to stand the disappointment of his birthday being ignored, like it usually was. He'd deny it if you asked, but having his birthday be ignored at home immensely bothered him despite his claims that he quickly got over it

He had birthday parties as a small child with his mom, then his mom stopped, then his mom left, and any acknowledgement of his birthday competely stopped

He eventually tells Musa when they're dating, who immediately blabs to everyone one else so they could do something for his birthday

Riven did tell her to not make a thing out of it but she was too busy being excited, whoops

They decide on a surprise party! And by that I mean like with every occasion, Stella immediately took over the planning and details and no one could stop her. Everyone else, but mostly Musa, Aisha, and Brandon spent time reeling her in bc they all know that Riven will not appreciate Stella's brand of overboard

They just decorate the boys dorm while Musa distracts Riven

There is a growing population in the group that just wants to let Stella go off in her own direction just so they can see Riven's face when steps in, Tecna shuts them and Stella down

Tecna gets called a killjoy by Stella and decides to make it her title

Meanwhile Riven is positively delighted to have Musa's full attention, full control of their destinations, and to be practically doted on for what's looking like a full day. She even got him a little gift. It is shaping up to be a great birthday

And then they head back to the dorm

Musa is a terrible liar, giving everything away with her expressions, and it's obvious that something is going on but he has no clue what

He opens the door and surprise!!! Everyone is here!!!

He turns like seven different shades of red while he tries to stammer out a response, huge blush, it goes all the way to his ears

Any and all thoughts of fleeing are derailed by Musa grabbing his arm and pulling him inside, where he gets many hugs and well wishes and gifts immediately shoved into his hands because some people (Stella) are impatient

Local guy is a little overwhelmed with positive emotions and takes a minute to really process what's going on

Riven is sincere for exactly one second before immediately pivoting to harassing Sky in some sort of lame ass party game that no one could talk Stella out of because if he has to say too many emotions out loud he'll unfortunately die

Helia is very much regretting letting Stella talk Tecna into keeping the shitty party games as he watches Aisha, Riven, Tecna, and Sky compete over complete and utter bullshit

The room is decorated the the tackiest birthday shit ever. It looks like a party store threw up, and it is absolutely beyond over capacity but by this point these people have all put their lives on the line for eachother so no one minds being packed like sardines

Brandon tries to put a party cone on Riven and watches in amazement as it immediately starts waging war with his hair

Anyways these idiots are very rowdy, have long since opened the alcohol they aren't supposed to have, and are generally having a great time. Riven snaps a few pictures over the course of the party, and (lightly) smacks anyone who makes a joke about him being sentimental

[dragonfly0808]

I found some prompts for your winx requests that I think you'd do really good at writing:

1) "I told myself I wasn't going to cry about this anymore but every little thing reminds me of it" (This seemed like a Musa, Flora, or Bloom prompt)

2) "Do you trust them/her/him?" "No...but I trust their anger" (aNgSt!!)

3) Person A: Who the fuck-

Person B: Language

Person A: Whom the fuck

Person B: ...

4) "can I count your freckles?"

5) OTP/BroTP Sparring at the gym

6) Best Friends go and purchase matching jewerlry

7) The Cinammon roll snaps

8) The grumpy one shows vulnerability

1- (This takes place after s1 but before the summer). 

Bloom had just been cleaning up her dorm when she’d knocked into her desk and a pile of books came crashing down.

She rolled her eyes, kneeling and going to pick them up. Then she looked out at the balcony, where there were a few small birds on the railing.

Her mind flashed back to the memory hologram the girls had created back in Domino, in which Daphne had been wearing a necklace with a similar bird.

She was surprised to find her cheeks wet all of a sudden.

Kiko approached her, gently pushing his head against her hand, clearly trying to distract her.

She sat down and pulled Kiko into her lap as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. 

“I’m sorry Kiko… I told myself I wasn’t going to cry about this anymore but every little thing reminds me of her.”

Now that she knew of her sister and that she’d gotten a chance to talk with professor Tabitha from Cloud Tower, who’d once been Daphne’s best friend, she found that almost everything had a way of reminding her of the sister she’d never gotten to properly meet.

Birds and sweetheart necklines and the color blue that she’d apparently been a fan of. Acustic songs and gold rings and long books.

Everything seemed to remind her of Daphne some way or another. And it hurt.

2- (This takes place in season one, after the rescue mission in Cloud Tower when Riven makes it to Alfea.)

Stella slowly rolled her shoulder.

Stormy had caught her with a lightning bolt. One minute, she’d been in the middle of a fight in Cloud Tower, knocked unconscious by Stormy, and then, she was in the Alfea infirmary, Brandon at her bedside.

He told her that Sky and Bloom had tried to make their way to Lake Roccaluce. He wasn’t sure if they’d made it.

“What about Riven?”

“I think he’s with the others right now.”

“How is he?”

“He seems to be… alright… apologetic.”

She didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders.

She pressed her lips together for a moment, “I hate to ask you this but… do you really trust him?”

Brandon sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, “Honestly? No. I don’t fully trust him, at least not yet… but I trust his anger.”

Stella could only hope that that would be enough.

3- Stella walked into the living room wearing her glasses, a scowl on her face.

The girls were having breakfast, they all looked up at her, except Tecna, who was absorbed typing something into her tablet.

“My eyelash curler is missing.” Stella said with a tired tone, “Now I wanna know, who the fuck-“

“Language.” Tecna said distractedly.

Stella blinked once, “Whom the fuck-“

Tecna pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily.

The girls burst into laughter.

4- (takes place in season 2, after they make up from their fighting)

 Stella was out on a date with Brandon, so she and Sky were in her bedroom, she was drawing while he was cleaning his equipment, they were enjoying each other’s silence.

Bloom had been working on a sketch of Cloud Tower, she was so enthralled that she was surprised to find Sky staring at her with a small smile, who knew how long he’d been watching her.

“What?” She asked nervously.

Sky’s smile turned warm in a way that made her melt, he kneeled in front of her, “You’ve got a bit of uh… charcoal dust. Here.” He used the pad of his thumb to swipe at her cheekbone.

She felt herself blush. Why was she blushing? This was her boyfriend, she had no reason to be blushing.

“That’s one of the perils of using charcoals to paint.” She said.

He didn’t move away though, still watching her with almost… admiration in his eyes.

“What?” She asked again.

He shrugged, “Nothing. I just… I really love your freckles.”

She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her, “What? Since when?”

“Since always. But today for some reason they are especially adorable.” He trailed off for a moment, hesitating before speaking again, “Can I… count them?”

She actually cackled at that, “How are you gonna count them?”

He smirked, going to kiss her cheek, starting to peeper her with kisses over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

She was laughing, making half-hearted attempts to get away, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap.

“This is way too cheesy!” She barely managed to get the words out through her laughter.

He just continued counting her freckles with kisses.

5- (this takes place in season 2 after Timmy catches Rivusa kissing)

“So… are we gonna talk about it?” Timmy asked with a smirk.

Riven cracked his knuckles, “Nope.” He threw a right hook, Timmy barely being able to dodge it.

“Are you mad at me for being a cockblock?” Timmy asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet before trying to get Riven with the staff on his hands, “For the record, it was an accident.”

“You should be focusing.” Riven grunted, throwing a jab that got Timmy on the side and almost made him fall.

He chuckled, swinging his staff quickly enough to get Riven in the ankle, but when he went to get him in the arm, Riven got a hold of the staff, snatching it away from him.

“You need to be careful to not give me an opening to take the staff from you.” Riven told him, handing him back the staff and going to throw a punch.

“Are you gonna ask her out?”

Riven was so surprised that he let down his guard for a split second, Timmy using that moment to hit him on the side and swipe the staff at his calfs, knocking him down with a huge smile.

“That was dirty fighting.” Riven said, still on his back.

Timmy snorted, “All is fair in love and war. So,” he offered his hand, “are you gonna ask her out?”

“If you keep asking that, I will knock you on your ass.”

Timmy grinned.

6- (this takes place at some point in the beginning of season 2)

Sky rolled his eyes as Stella dragged him to yet another stall in the Solarian market square.

Vendors everywhere tried to catch the princess’ eye with shiny fabrics and metallic bracelets and all kinds of crystal statues. But what made Stella finally stop was a small stand that Sky probably wouldn’t have noticed if Stella hadn’t made him stop.

“I’m sure you’re overreacting.” Stella said as she looked down at the curled bracelets and crystals and quartz necklaces on display.

“Feels like I’m being avoided.” He said as he passed a gentle thumb over a silver ring.

“Bloom just gets passionate you know that. She’s a total nerd when it comes to History.”

“I’ve offered to help her and she just says no I don’t get it.”

“I don’t know blondie. Maybe this is something she wants to do by herself.”

Sky sighed heavily, only looking up when Stella squealed in delight.

“Look!” She held up two gold rings, one with a sky blue quartz and one with a pale yellow quartz, “We can match!”

He grinned, “This reminds me of when we were ten and you shoved me into a bush because my bowtie didn’t match your dress.” He said as he slid the ring with the blue quartz into his index finger.

“You absolutely deserved it for wearing that ugly beige suit.”

“My mom chose it for me!”

“You still wore it!”

“You’re impossible.”

“Love ya too.”

7- (This takes place the day after the second attack on Red Fountain in s2) 

Timmy and his team were walking down the hall, they’d just finished dragon practice and were gushing about it.

“But it’s not fair dude.” Brandon said with an arm wrapped around Helia’s shoulders, “You’ve been riding dragons since you were like three.”

Helia shrugged, “You just gotta catch up man.”

They laughed as they continued their way down the hall. Then they passed another group of Specialists, who glared at Riven as they passed.

“How much do you want to bet he told the Trix where the Codex was?” One of them whispered.

The other spoke loudly as they walked past them, making sure they would hear, “I bet he’s still her fucking boy toy. Maybe he fucks all three of them.”

Sky and Brandon were about to turn around to confront the group, but Riven held them back, mumbling something about how it wasn’t worth it.

Timmy was already walking before he’d even processed his intentions, the Riven seemed too focused on Brandon and Sky to notice Timmy stalking down the hall.

“Hey, Aaron!” He called.

Aaron had barely started to turn around when Timmy punched him across the face, making him stumble into the wall.

The rest of his team were slow to turn around to look at Timmy, astonished. They’d probably expected Brandon to be the one to come up to them.

They flexed their knuckles and Timmy tensed up.

This was going to hurt.

But it’d been totally worth it.

8- (this takes place in s2 after the Trix escape Lightrock Monastery)

Darcy was tense as she slowly sat down on the bed.

They were underground, but the rooms weren’t that bad. The rocks had been carved to resemble furniture and the matress were comfy.

But that didn’t help her relax.

There was a knock at the door then and Stormy walked in without waiting for a response, going to sit at her side.

After a minute of silence, Stormy finally spoke, “Do you want to do this?”

Darcy was surprised, “What?”

“Come on Darcy… we’ve always known that you are the most… normal one of us, the only one that might actually have a shot at having a normal life… I’d understand if you wanted to leave, find a little farm someplace where you can live in peace. You don’t have to stay.”

Darcy blinked many times, surprised at the tears gathering in her eyes, “No. You’re my sisters. We stick together.”

Stormy sighed, throwing an arm around Darcy and squeezing her against her side, “Okay kid. Let’s do this.”

[skloomdumpster]

Can you do Bloom & Sky in an old, black & white mobster-style movie with fancy dames & sly fellas? Bonus points if there's a feather boa and/or a piano, LOL!

a child raised on TVD and Gossip Girl is a woman who wants tv shows to have more balls and thematic parties, please and thank you.

-----

Bloom tugs at the knot of her dress. It ties around her neck, then leaves all of her back exposed, before the shiny black fabric reappears just before her ass starts and continues on to the floor, with a long slit allowing her to move around. It's a gorgeous dress yes, but she's terrified it'll move out of place and reveal that she's got a magic knife strapped to her upper thigh.

"Stop doing that" Stella snaps at her, sipping the dry martini in her hands, "where is he?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask a couple more times, maybe we can summon Sky out of the floor" Blooms scoffs and Stella turns her head to glare at her.

Tonight, she's in red and it makes her blue eyes even more sparkly, her frown even more disgusted than normal.

"You're such a prick, Bloom" Stella scoffs, fixing the feathery boa she's using to conceal the brooch which has been planted to her cleavage. It's high-tech magic, something that makes Bloom snort just thinking about.

Terra can't wrap her mind around it, but Musa is all over it. She's got a bunch of online hacker friends, one of whom was willing to provide the brooch in question.

Across the room, the pianist starts playing and people move around, taking up the dance floor. Bloom glances at the large grandfather clock, then back to Stella and they exchange a nervous look. If Sky's not back yet, then maybe... Maybe he was caught...

"Princess Stella" a man has the nerve to approach her and Stella visibly winces, but with Queen Luna being the cunt-royale extraordinary, Stella really has to appease to anyone in the court who's willing to side with her. She allows the man to plant his lips briskly over her gloved knuckles and then he's pulling her to the dance floor.

Bloom's alone and panicking by the minute. If Sky failed then not only the mission is jeopardized, but Sky is in danger and that does not fly well with her at all. She knows he's her biggest, most explored weakness.

Her hands are sweating when the music ends, the crowd shuffles around, exchanging partners for the next one - a singer steps on stage, white gloves up to her elbows, black hair reaching her waist in soft angelic waves - and finally Bloom sees him.

Making it down the stairs, clad in a black tuxedo, hair pushed back and a blinding smile on. He's a movie star, Bloom thinks dreamily, letting out a sigh of relief, crumpling down on her chair in an unladylike manner.

Sky crosses the ballroom, navigating between the dancing couples and makes it to her a minute too late, because another guy gets there first. An older man with a goatee, asking for a dance with the Dragon Flame. He even calls her as such, the Dragon Flame. Some men should be slapped with sense across the face, see if they got a hint.

She's looking offended and floored at the old guy, trying to come up with a witty response, but she's never been really good at that, when Sky steps in. Exuding confidence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Valinor, but I believe the Dragon Flame already has a date" he says, all calm, before promptly turning away from the man, looking at Bloom. His smile is so smug, it makes her cheeks burn, "do you wanna dance?"

She takes his hand, allows Sky to guide her to the middle of the ballroom, leaving behind Mr. Vallinor, one of the main philanthropists for tonight's fundraiser and the whole reason why the thing was thematic.

Sky twirls her once as they step into the ballroom and then his cheek is to her temple and her hand in his, as he easily guides her around. Bless Silva's ballroom classes. She trips once, Sky's hand on her waist squeezes her a little tighter, but he doesn't even mention it.

"What took you so long?" she whispers, looking past his shoulder. She's wearing huge heels tonight, part of the reason why Sky's hands on hers are holding her up every time he makes them step around in a complicated pattern.

He turns his head and his lips brush over her brow, twist in a smile as he leans in to whisper in her ear, "don't stop smiling" she forces a smile on, "may have had to knock out a guard, but everything is fine."

He wasn't meant to knock out anybody, it was an in and out type of mission, they just needed the damn magic book back. Bloom squeezes her eyes shut and Sky bites at her earlobe, "keep smiling, B."

Oh yes, she forces her lips to keep smiling, throws her head back in a false laughter, only so she can glare at her boyfriend. Against his shoulder once more, she whispers, "that was not the plan."

"It was either that or let him kill me, I figured you'd be less upset with the choice I made," Sky scoffs, before kissing her cheek, "calm down. Nothing bad is going to happen."

"What if he wakes up?"

"He won't be a problem," Sky reassures her and Bloom nods slowly. He's never let her down, Sky always comes through with everything. She sighs and then intertwines their fingers, allowing Sky to dip her.

"Let's enjoy the night then" she says and Sky smiles, nose brushing on hers as he leans over her, his hand on her naked back.

"We have until Stell gives us the sign" he agrees, straightening her up, nose to nose. Maybe these rich people parties are not such a waste of time, not if she gets to see Sky in that, not if they waltz around the ballroom for six songs in a row.

[fckwritersblock]

I’ve Got It Bad ( Part 1 ) - Riven

Riven x black!reader

Fate: The Winx Saga

( unedited.)

Word count: 1783

Description: Riven is hopelessly in love with you, but doesn’t have the balls to say anything.

Warning: None. Only that I ( evidently ) made some things up about a ceremony since we only know so much about the SHOW and the path they are taken to fit my one shot.

Part 2

Also, italics = flash back

Dedicated & inspired by @atlas-of-a-human-soul

Gifs from @riven-musa

“You’re staring.” Sky judged him out of his trance as he took a seat next to him.

“Admiring .” Riven corrected.

“It’s creepy,”

“It’s romantic.” Riven feigned offense causing his best friend to snort.

“It’s really, really not.” Sky laughed aloud, playfully slapping the side of Riven’s face. 

He rolled his eyes but continued to watch Y/n across the courtyard as she smiled chatting with a few of her friends. God he loved her. In fact, he was sure he fell in love with her the day they met.

While everyone thinks it was Sky who saved Riven it was actually Y/n. Sure, Sky helped him change his image from nerdy loser, but Y/n was his motivation for doing so.

Some of the second years and a few of the new first had called them selves picking on the Riven during his first year. It wasn’t the first time, but any passer buyers could tell he was visibly getting upset. However, Riven’s wasn’t too good with confrontation. Though he had the anger and the fight within him to Back it and defend himself, he didn’t properly know how to use it. No one would know but he actually feared it for a bit; not being able to control his emotions properly. It frustrated him to no end.

Riven continued to walk quickly with his fist balled as a small group of guys followed after him taunting him one flicking his fear every chance they got.

“Hey!”

He had heard her but continued to walk until he heard the small voice once again.

“Stop that!”

Both Riven and the group of boys stopped and turned in her direction. All surprised that this was the first time somebody stood up for him.

“Mind your business.”

“He is my business. Don’t you have anything better to do? Back off.” The brown skinned girl demanded, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, or what?”

The girls had snap back just a little bit as if she were shocked he had the audacity to speak to her that way. The look came and went just as quickly now replaced with a small smirk. She dropped her back and continue to march forward placing her for index finger on the guys chat to seem to be the head honcho.

“I’m going to say this once, and only once because I don’t like to repeat myself. Leave my specialist alone.” Riven’s eyes widen as her brown irises casually turned bright orange with a slight red huge.

She was a fire fairy.

“Are we clear?” A bit of smoke blew out of her nose as she huffed out that last question.

“Uh, I’m, yeah. Crystal.” He nodded quickly a few of his buddies doing the same.

“Good. I really don’t like being upset.” She cleared her throat. “Well? Get lost.”

Arms crossed she watched waving them off with one of her hands as the group left leaving her and riven alone. The look a few of them game ribbon indicated that this was an over, but he could care less right now. It wasn’t until they were out of sight that she turned to him with an apologetic look on her face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just can’t stand assholes who think bullying people is OK! So you’re smart,” she commented about him as she rambled. “so the fuck what? That picking on somebody shit because they think for themselves is some first world movie bullshit. I refuse to let that happen in my presence.”

Riven just stared at her. She was insanely pretty. Too pretty to be coming to his rescue like that.

“You blew smoke from your nose.” Was all he could say.

“Well Y/n, I think you broke him.” A new voice mused.

“Oh, bite me, Stel.” She waved off the blonde. “I did! Cool right? My brother taught me.”

“As....entertaining as this is, we’ve got class. Could you hurry this up?” The girl, Stel, looked at her manicured nails as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“My roommate Stella, ever the charmer. I’ve got to go, but,” she looked around the field and past him til she found who she was looking for. “Sky!”

Riven turned to see who she was talking to. Another first year specialist. He had only seen him in passing. Y/n point at Riven.

“Take care of my specialist, yeah?” The boy nodded and she turned back to him.

“I’ll see you later...”

“Riven.” She nodded smiling at him as her roommate took her hand and begin to pull her away.

“Y/n. Try not to get in too much trouble when I’m gone Riven.” She called over her shoulder.

“Fearless, that one.” the guy she called over commented as he approached, Riven finally taken his eyes off her retreating figure.

“And a bit scary.” Riven admitted, the two boys sharing a laugh.

Y/n was actually how he and Sky met. Speaking of Sky, he ditched him and went to after Y/n who began walking to her next class alone. Calling after him she turned and smiled when she saw him. She leaned against one of the pillars in the beginning of the foyer clutching her books to her chest watching on him to catch up.

“Hey you, how was training?” She asked once he was in earshot.

“A breeze.” He bragged pulling her into a hug.

He inhaled, taking in her scent as she wrapped her arms around his neck, his head dipping in the crook of hers. When they pulled apart he took on her appearance. Her head was braided in 5, what she taught him were, feed-braids which her roommate probably did between classes earlier. He loved when Y/n’s hair was braided. It allowed him to really see her face which he could stare at all day.

“So. Question.” He stated once they pulled apart.

“Answer.” Y/n replied, causing him to playfully roll his eyes.

“So you know what’s coming up. Will you be in attendance next round?”

He was referring to the ceremony where you officiated your choice of specialist. They had one mid year and at the end if you have some sort of bond with one and have chosen one. If a fairy hadn’t made a connection with the specialist before the end of their last year, they were assigned one.

“I’ll be there.” Aisha confirmed.

“Seriously?” For some reason this mad him sad.

“Well yeah it’s a formality Riv. I have you.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Though he tried to mask it, she could tell he was relieved.

Y/n smirked at the boy, his insecurities shinning through. He had become one of the Alfea’s bad boys. And while she was sure at 18 he was still finding himself, he had definitely grown a pair over the summer. Linking her arm through his, she peered up at him through her lashes.

“Walk me to class?”

Riven just smirked and began to walk in a directional her classroom. The two walked in comfortable silence for a minute before she spoke.

“You know, I wasn’t kidding when I said you were my specialist.”

It was something he should’ve already known, but officiate it this way was something different. It made his heart do weird things.

“Do I have a say in the matter?” He questioned sarcastically as they paused, him turning toward her.

“ Do you want one?” Y/n challenged.

“Not really.”

“I didn’t think so.”

Sharing a small laugh they continued on their way. While he had never admitted it out loud, he had always felt a connection with her. This just assured him that she felt it too. It wasn’t fully as a surprise since Silva had always told them they would know when we find the fairy we are supposed to pair up.

“You know,” she turned to him as the reached their destination. “this new found confidence suites you. I like it.”

Kissing his cheek like she always did before the parted, she sent him a small wave before entered her class room. He just stood there for a moment.

“God I’ve got it fuckking bad, bro.” He said to himself as he shook his head, heading out to grab a smoke beyond the barrier.

He was attracted to her. Literally like a moth to a flame. He had been drawn to her ever since she kept him from being bullied that first day and they had been stuck together sense. Even when others judged him for changing, she excepted Riven for everything that he was.

The next day, Riven was hanging out with Sky. Classes were over. As that sat chillin, he couldn’t help but watch y/n once again across the courtyard laughing and smiling with a few of her friends. He was sure he could find her in any crowd, anywhere. It was friday and they have the rest of the weekend to themselves. He thought about going over and stealing her away when he saw her approached by another fairy.

A male fairy.

Riven balled his fist , knuckles turning red as he felt his shoulders tense a frown gracing his face.

“Your sulking.” Sky mused watching Riven’s mood sour.

“I’m not sulking.” He muttered.

“Why don’t you tell her how you feel?”

“She’s with Sam.” Riven bitterly grumbled.

“She was never with Sam you idiot.”

Looking up he took notice of Bloom and the other newbies. Cutting his eyes at all of them, they landed on the water fairy who was the one who spoke up.

“Yeah?” He scoffed. “And what do you know of it water sprite?”

Even with what was meant to be an insult, Aisha just rolled her eyes a knowing grin on her face and continued to walk past with Terra and Musa in tow, both giggling at his expense.

“The fuck is that about?”

“Maybe don’t insult the sibling of the one your after.” Bloom added with a grin of her own.

“What with the cryptic bullshit?”

“I’ll tell you for a price.” Riven groaned at the voice of the newcomer.

He had seem more lof Stella than he’d like the past few days that she has been hiding out from her new lower classmen roommates in his and Sky’s dorm.

“When did she get here.”

“You want my intel or not?” Stella sassed.

“What’s it gonna cost me?”

“I’ll be getting ready at yours tonight, no fuss.”

Really the price was small, he was sure she’d be there tonight anyway. This one is close to a win as he was going to get with her.

“Fine. Talk.”

Satisfied, Stella smiled cunningly as she took a seat next to Sky.

“Aisha is Y/n’s sister.”

[smittenbyvillains]

Valtors Princess Chapter 4

WARNINGS:

Stella couldn't have been right. In love? You haven't loved someone. You had a duty to protect everyone including the WInx. You hummed lightly as she sat in the classroom that was going to be yours. You sighed and looked around the empty room. What could you teach the young fairies? Especially if Valtor wins. But he won't win. Right?

The girls busted into your room and Stella sat on your desk. She had the look of telling us everything.

"So spill the love." Stella giggled. You sighed and shook her head.

"I don't like its love." You replied. "I think it's Valtor's doing." You mumbled.

Valtor was at his desk and was thinking. Well, at least you would be less stressed. He would not mind a little game between you too. Icy, Darcy, and Stormy went into his office demanding answers.

"Why are not fighting that elder!" Icy said and slammed her hands onto the office desk. He smirked at this. He wasn't stupid about how Icy was feeling about him. Too bad he already was liking someone else.

He was already in a bad mood with them. They weren't doing what he wanted them to do.

"What I do with Y/N is none of your business. You need to start doing what you promised. I can throw you into the cells to rot." He threatened and had a stern voice. The Trix nodded a bit scared. Icy though was getting done with this. The Trix stormed out.

You and Winx decided to have a fun day out. You all needed it. You all headed to Magix and walked around in different disguises. He wouldn't be able to tell it was you all. Stella was ready to shop for some new dresses and shoes. Bloom was eating a pizza. Flora was getting some new plants and Musa got some new music. While you and Aisha were just in the back.

The girls were talking about their boyfriends. You just listened to half of what was said as you were zoned out. But then Nabo came from out of hiding and Aisha going mad broke you out of it. You could have punched him. You just glared at him. It seemed he was interested in Aisha.

You sneaked off while the rest were arguing. You just had decided to take a walk and sip your slushie. You just talked mindlessly for the next few hours.

You didn't want to be jealous of them. They had boyfriends or were most likely about to. While you over here was stuck. The idea of a Valtor suddenly appeared. You shook your head quickly.

You got tired after walking a long way that you fell asleep against a tree and were sound asleep. A group of people started to grab you and took you with them. It wasn't going to go well. They were whispering.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"We have to, it is our orders."

"It is stupid orders. Can we just kill her already?"

"No! As much as I want to. He is already mad at us."

You later woke up in a bedroom. You groaned and rubbed her eyes then opened them. You took a moment to register that you were not where you were supposed to be. You blinked and looked around confused. The door was suddenly opened.

"Morning sweetheart," Valtor spoke. He was concerned after how much you slept. He sat on the side end of the bed and looked at you worried. "You slept for three days. Why?" He said and then asked.

You just were shocked at that. You just looked at him like he was crazier.

"I fell asleep by a tree. What the heck happened? Why am I here?"

"I saw someone trying to take you. You weren't zoned out. You were being controlled." He spoke. "I had the Trix get you. Don't worry you can go back to Aflea. I just had to take you here because I can't step into Aflea for the time being." He shrugged.

"What... why?" you asked narrowing your eyes.

"Faragonda put up a magic barrier... at least for now."

"Makes sense after what you've done." You said and got out of bed. "Now where are my clothes so I can leave." You muttered. You couldn't help to start to fall for him.

"Just because I can't enter doesn't mean I'm not walking you there." He said and snapped his fingers and you were dressed. He held out his hand. "Now let's return you." He sighed. He couldn't help to smile.