#saul silva x farah dowling

[myalchod]

When she raises hers in return, all she can feel beneath it is cold unbroken glass. Investigating strange magic leaves Farah and Saul trapped on opposite sides of a mirror, with time ticking down while they try to unravel its secrets.

The first chapter of a multipart fill for @winxsource's WIPs and Chains event. You can thank @faytalepsy for the promise of an eventual happy ending, and @anne-in-dreamland for letting me screech at her.

[faytalepsy]

The touch of your hand

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

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

[rxnefairs]

[rivusa]

happy hex, @noomieeagle !!!!!!!!!!! hope you like this!!!! (2)

[expectiations]

I can't do without you (Saul Silva, 2022).

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

Farah & Bloom / Saul & Sky parallel

[redqueenriverjoy]

Do y'all just like ever think Farah Dowling is your mother and you're her long lost daughter and have magical powers and live in Alfea 🪄🧚🏻‍♀️

and Saul Silva is your dad because those idiots have definitely done it and are so obvious it's sick👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

and it's actually you getting this hug from her because it's the safest place you can imagine being??

No?? Anyone?

Oh ok I'll go just fuck myself then shall I 😭😭

[inlovewithfairies]

Henderson’s Arthropomagic

Silrah x fem!reader | Rating M | WC: 6367 Summary: Who knew a doctorate thesis and a book could cause such troubles? - Reader is a doctorate student under Ben Harvey and she meets his two dumb of ass-pure of heart best friends, shenanigans ensue.

January

It was maybe two or three months since you had gotten the acceptance letter to start at Alfea as Professor Harvey’s new student, you were finally making good progress with your investigation, and were certain the man was who you needed to finish your doctorate. 

What you weren’t expecting was the two dumb of ass pure of heart best friends the man came with. You had first met Saul the day you sat foot on Alfea, actually the night. After Ben had given you a small tour around and showed you your quarters and everything else, you had gone back to the greenhouse, excited to pick one of the books you were certain you had seen a couple hours prior, and take it back with you, as Ben had instructed. But then, one book turned into two and the book turned into the fact that Dr. Rose Harvey had managed to make a glowing plant that basically behaved as a mirror ball when light was close to it. So that was how you met Saul. The man was walking around the gallery in the school when he noticed the greenhouse shine this way and that. He paused, looked down at his clock and then groaned, he knew for a fact that the Harveys had been in their cottage, he had just dropped Sky there. 

You were quite startled when suddenly the lights turned back on, you turned around, expecting to see Ben, when you met a tall, broadening man. Hot damn. “Hel-”

“Detention.” Was the only thing that came out of the man’s mouth. You went to retort, quite amused. “I don’t care if you had a test, I don’t care if you just needed a potion. No Professors Harvey, no students in this part of the greenhouse. Go meet Miss Dowling tomorrow after the first period”. You knew you looked young, but you definitely weren’t that young. Still, he looked tired as fuck, so you let it go. 

“Sorry, I’ll go back to my suite.” You held your bag tighter, bounty retrieved, and moved towards your apartment within the faculty area. Who was that man?

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[partiallypearl]

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

[lottiehenrietta]

Matches Burn

Happy HEX, Di!!

@foullightdiplomatcreator-blog, it's me again! I loved loved loved your prompt, and now your gift is all wrapped up with a little red bow, waiting to be unpacked on AO3 :))

(and of course, there's a moodboard because I just can't help myself)

December. The time of joy and love, wasn't it? It had been once, long ago, before Farah had conjured a strike of lightning that had shattered it all. The demons that haunt her every Christmas seem even more stubborn than her. But at least they have each other, their bond and the tiny little matching details that tie them together.

[junkshop-disco]

HEX Fic - Trajectory

Giftee: @lottiehenrietta 🎄🧚‍♀️

Prompt: Saul teaching Farah archery.

Summary: Farah's continued enrolment at Alfea hangs upon her mastering archery and, unfortunately, she's useless at it. When her usual approach of heading to the library fails her, Saul steps in to help, but can he teach her quickly enough to ensure she stays? (Silrah, 7.5k words, rated T)

Notes: Written for the @winxsource HEX, a gift for @Lottiehenrietta, who wanted Saul teaching Farah archery. I tried to make them do this in their winter break from teaching, but Rosalind just demanded to butt in and make their lives a misery. I hope you enjoy it despite me veering slightly off course <3.

🏹 Read it here. 🏹

[myalchod]

I can't believe it took me eight months (which did not at all feel like eight months) to write a third chapter of undone and divine, but there were many distractions along the way, and alas, not all of them were fun. Go read about idiots being idiots and further inappropriate shenigans?

[faytalepsy]

Untethered

First artwork for my HEX gift this season!

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[rivusa]

happy hex, @noomieeagle !!!!!!!!!!! hope you like this!!!! (1)

[expectiations]

Lighting the Fire — Sarah Rees Brennan

silrah crumbs from the book

[loulislife]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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