#silrah fluff

[crazycatfaery]

✨Happy Beltane/Walpurgisnacht!✨

Or any other form of celebrating the beginning of summer!

I initially planned to start posting a certain fluffy Silrah fic I've been working on for about a year now, in parts around this date, because it's set around the end of April and start of May. I didn't finish it in time(still adding finishing touches), but I still wanted to post something related to it at least, so here's a little sneak peek from said fic, including a simple pen doodle by yours truly.

A Well Kept Secret - sneak peek:

After loudly exclaiming they had a surprise for her and repeatedly saying that she should hurry, Sky came running back to the kitchen, followed shortly by a sleepily blinking Farah wrapping a long satin robe around herself.

"Good morning," Saul smirked at her. She walked up to them, her hands rubbing the sleep from her face, followed by waving at her hair as her eyes glowed, fixing the loose braid dangling over her shoulder.

"Good morning to you too,” Farah replied, her voice a little hoarse. “I thought you said I needed to rest, not get woken up by a walking and breathing alarm clock.” Saul just chuckled, patting the small blond head popping up next to him. “Remind me to never sleep in again, will you?” she yawned. “What is this surprise I keep hearing about?”

He pointed at the basket. "Thought you could do with a bit of a breather, so we brought you an outdoor brunch."

Cocking one eyebrow, she walked up to the table, reaching for the hamper with the intent to lift one of the lids and take a curious peek inside. "Ah ah, you'll see what we've prepared later," the specialist chased her hand away. Farah hummed and squinted her eyes.

"I better get dressed quickly then," she replied, smiling at Sky, and disappeared back into her bedroom.

"Can I tell her about the biscuits now?" He whispered.

"Not yet, wait until we're outside and have opened the basket, alright?" Saul answered with a hushed voice, wiping a smudge of flour from Sky’s nose that he'd somehow missed while cleaning his face earlier.

"And don't forget," the specialist started with a stern expression. 

"Don't spill the big secret," the boy finished his sentence, his face wrinkling with the most serious frown he could muster.

[myalchod]

Silrah and 32 pleaseee

Bringing back the "what the fluff" tag for this one, methinks, though I very nearly went in the precise opposite direction.

32. a kiss to wake up - [ also on AO3 ]

“But curses don’t exist.”

“Just try,” Bloom urges from the doorway, where she and the rest of the Winx hang back in a knot. There is a undercurrent of concern from them, quiet murmurs aloud and in her mind alike. “It can’t hurt, can it?”

Oh, but it can. It can. To kiss him would be to admit so much that she’s held back through their years together, to cross the line they’ve danced around for as long as she can remember without ever acknowledging it. They are friends, partners, have been bedmates, but somehow this is so much heavier, especially when the stories of old are all too clear about what can break a curse. (Assuming it’s real. Which she’s still not admitting.)

And maybe they don’t exist, but reality is Saul lying still but for the too-shallow rise and fall of his chest, completely unaware of the world around him in a way that feels entirely unnatural, curse or not. Even in sleep he has always had a readiness born of years in dangerous situations; the war had only deepened his naturally light sleeping habits, and she can remember many a night when she’d started awake to find him already upright, head cocked as he listened to the woods around them. None of that is present now; his lashes fall dark against pale skin, mouth slightly slack, breath nearly silent. His mind, when she reaches for it, feels impossibly distant.

If she is to do this, she will have to be honest with herself. That doesn’t mean he has to know, however — all that matters is having her specialist at her side again, whatever it may cost her. With everything she carries, one more secret should be nothing, especially when she has locked those feelings away for so long already.

“Girls — out.”

They protest — no surprise — but subside in fairly short order, and it isn’t long before the door clicks shut somewhere behind her and the worried mutter of their thoughts retreat. Alone, Farah sinks down on the edge of the narrow bed, cupping a hand against his face. Even now, he remains warm. It would be so easy to pretend, if she closed her eyes, sinking back into the memory of those rare times she’s woken up beside him, soft and relaxed before all that they are intrudes once more, but she cannot allow herself that. If she is to do this, to try, it must be without illusions.

The truth, then: she loves him, not only as the friend and partner and lifelong companion he has been. She’s in love with him — at least, as best she can understand such a thing. Rosalind’s voice rings in her ears even now, reminding her of how similar they are, of all the times she’s pushed aside the weakness of emotion to become unyielding steel. And yet through it all Saul had been there, a steady glow at the edge of her thoughts even when things were darkest. How can she not do whatever it takes for him, after everything? How can she not, when she knows he would do nothing less for her?

(Curses may not be real. This may be an exercise in futility. But she loves him, gods help her, and nothing remains but to try, and to acknowledge that this has nothing to do with what she may owe him and everything to do with …)

His lips are soft when she traces her thumb across them, chapped enough to catch slightly against her skin. She wets her own as she looks down at him. He’d laugh if he saw her sitting like this, so unsure about such a simple gesture — or perhaps he wouldn’t, but if she doesn’t do this, she’ll never know. That is, in this moment, the only certainty she has.

Come back to me, she thinks — pleads, nearly, if only within her own mind, and then closes the distance between them to set her mouth to his.

If it’s a curse, then surely she should feel something. Every time she has felt magic break, there has been some sort of physical sensation, from the faintest of shivers to a sound like a thunderclap. But she feels nothing besides the warmth of his lips against her own, the faint shift of his ribs and the even quieter flutter of his heart and the prickle of stubble against her palm, and her own heart sinks in her chest. They must have been wrong. Life is not a storybook; she should know that by now, after all that she has seen.

But when she pulls back blue eyes are looking at her, still hazy with sleep but open, present. As she watches, disbelieving, the corners of his mouth pull up.

“Breathe, Farah.” The words are rusty, sleep-rough. Her hand is still against his face. As he covers it with his own, air shudders back into her lungs and something slides back into place inside her.

Always, he answers, to that earlier whisper of a thought, and now it is her turn to smile.

[ ask me another ] [ all answers ]

[noomieeagle]

You're My Gift (Silrah fic)

(here's my gift to @lottiehenrietta for the Fate: The Winx Saga holiday exchange! I had a great pleasure writing it! I hope you'll like it. 🩵🩷)

(you can also read it on AO3)

24th of December. As the snow was falling heavily outside and night was falling on Alfea, Saul and Farah were busy baking Christmas cookies. And not just any kind: German hazelnut cookies. Of course Saul and Farah didn’t know a single thing about… what, Germany? It was a land from the First World and neither of them had ever been there before. Bloom had told them about this faraway land, but which seemed to be utterly enchanting. She told them that one didn’t speak the same language in Germany as in the Other World for instance. Most of all, she told them about the food. On a trip to Germany a few years ago, Bloom discovered the much-vaunted hazelnut cookie recipe at the Christmas market. It was her favourite.

“You should try that one,” she said to the couple the week before. “It’s a must.”

Saul had rushed off to buy all the necessary ingredients for the cookies, whereas Farah had unknowingly purchased his gift. She hid it in one of her desk drawers, where she knew Saul wouldn’t interfere in. Yet she was unaware of Saul’s gift for her. He was thinking about that while baking the last cookies. He couldn’t help but admire his partner. She remained astoundingly beautiful, elegant and smiley. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders and she handled the cookie dough delicately. “How lucky I am to know her,” he thought. Hozier’s Work Song was playing on the radio. Saul whistled to the rhythm of the song. It was their song. He refrained from dancing and instead busied himself with putting the cookies in the oven next to a salted caramel Christmas cake.

“I know you feel like dancing, but be patient. We’ll have a slow dance tonight,” teased Farah.

“I feel like a kid, Fa. It is the best night of the year,” whinged Saul.

They both beamed, then they prepared the tea. Bloom, Sky, Terra, Sam and Ben will be coming in a few minutes, so they set the table with a Christmas-coloured tablecloth, arranged small dessert plates on which they placed black and gold paper napkins.

They barely had time to put the spoons down when someone knocked on the door. Farah opened the door and let her guests in. Everyone greeted each other warmly, taking care not to crush the presents. It was a family tradition: everyone gave each other their presents on the 24th at teatime, then Saul and Farah celebrated Christmas alone, Bloom and Sky on their side and Ben, Terra and Sam all together. But at the moment everyone was chatting happily over delicious freshly baked cookies and cake. And now it’s time for the Christmas presents.

Farah and Saul had a great evening in their friends’ company, who had given them incredible gifts such as a state-of-the-art Polaroid camera, a large recipe book and board games. Nevertheless they couldn’t wait for their friends to leave, as they wanted to give each other their present in privacy. Not that it was sex toys, only Farah and Saul liked to be just the two of them. These moments were so rare that they cherished them even more.

“I’ll get your present, close your eyes,” Farah smiled.

“Just let me look for mine and I’ll close my eyes,” Saul teased her, smirking.

He went into their bedroom, slightly trembling with fear. He’d never given a present like this before, for the simple reason that Farah was his first –and perhaps only– love, and he was dreading spoiling the moment due to anxiety. But he pulled himself together; he was going to do everything in his power to ensure that Farah was happy with his gift. He lifted a board from under their bed, which only he knew one could hide things underneath, and took out a sheet of paper. Then he returned to the living room.

Farah had only just returned from her office, but Saul had already closed his eyes. She handed him the small package, which Saul hastily unwrapped after reopening his eyes. It was a small jewellery case containing a magnificent silver signet ring with a labradorite stone. ‘This stone is supposed to bring protection to its owner. I thought it would be appropriate for you.’ A tear of joy rolled down Saul’s cheek. He went over to her and kissed her tenderly, giving her a big, warm hug. Then she said: ‘Come on, give me your gift!’. Her partner told her to sit, then Saul knelt down and started to read his paper with the best diction he could muster:

“With you I am at ease:

the faint clocks idly strike,

just as in olden days.

Come tell me of a love -

but simply not aloud.

Somewhere a gate's unclosed

out in the flower breeze.

Night listens at the panes.

Let us stay quiet now:

no one knows us so.”

“It’s a German poem originally. Bloom gave me the idea and she translated it for me.”

Farah’s heart began to pound wildly. Saul had just read her a poem. She didn’t know Saul had this poetic side and she was all the happier for it. She didn’t have the words to express what she was feeling. All she could do was hold her partner as tightly as she could. They were in their bubble of comfort and love and nobody could take that away from them.

They spent the rest of the evening playing their new boardgames, listening to songs that were dear to both Farah and Saul and eating cookies. It was just fine.

[aserene]

Aserene's Master Fic List

Last updated 9 February 2025; the newest works are in red. Anything posted on AO3 or FF can be found in this list, fragments and WIPs will be listed at the bottom of each section. My AO3 works are largely locked to registered users only due to AI scraping. If you need an account, please feel free to hit me up for an invite code while I have them to spare.

Fate: the Winx Saga

Why "Did it break your skin" or "Hello Bloom" has such an impact is a question I can't answer. Sorry, Not Sorry.

Regin of Dragon Series

The Smoking Incident (Silrah, pre-canon, Keggar Explanation) 

Are you my fairy Godmother? (Silrah, Ficlets, Bloom & Farah Prequel to main story) 

The Heir of Dragons (WIP, Silrah, HOTD cross over, Farah meets Rhaenys, Bloom & Farah found family) 

Sparrow, Spider this is how it had to be

Sparrow, Sparrow on the hill (Silrah, Farah-centric time travel fix it) 

Spider, spider in the tree - Tell me how it ends (Silrah, Saul-Centric time travel fix it) 

Echantix and More 

Snow (Silrah, Bloom & Farah bonding) 

Across the Sea, Soar Above (Silrah, Mako Mermaids cross over) 

Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust (Silrah, Winx power swap) 

Downpour (Silrah, Power Reveal, Bloom & Farah Bonding) 

Lighting (Silrah, Skloom, Protective Farah & Saul) 

Farah and the Caturday 

Tell Tail Heart (Silrah, transformation accidents) 

Let me tell you a tail (Silrah, Bloom & Farah, transformation accidents, Bloom’s in trouble) 

Other Works 

snow and sweatshirts (silrah sharing clothes, Year of the OTP 2025)

State of Mind (Farah has trouble with her powers)

Down an unknown road to embrace my fate (Meet the family, Silrah, lost child, Selkie)

Made You Look (Silrah, fluffy)

All the Stars in Your Hair (Silrah hair braiding, slight Star Wars cross)

A Solo Guardian (Silrah, Farah & Bloom bonding, Direwolf)

A road so rough, this I know (Road trips, Silrah, Episode tag)

Prompt Fills:

HEX Gifts 

tis the damn season (meet the family/kind of, snowball fights)

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter  (Winter whump, snowball fights)

soft snow falling in a winter serenade (winter party disaster)

Reverse Big Bang 

Ferns are what it must mean to love without yearning (Farah the Fern) 

WIPS:

The Geas of It (Silrah, Skloom, accidents, Like father–like son)

The Best Days (AU Fix it, Rosalind picked the wrong parents, Silrah & Bloom)

Exile (High Court Fae take an interest in Bloom)

The Heiress (Winx reflections on how they got their magic)

Farah the Cat (WIP for Farah and the Caturday) 

Pawlp Fiction (WIP for Farah and the Caturday)

Car Crash (Silrah, baby bloom)

Saul asks Luna for a favor (silrah, Luna, protective Saul)

NCIS 

Let me save you the trouble. They’re all jibbs. 

Long Live the Queen. 

I had a thought, dear, however scary about that night (Year of OTP 2025, Hozier - Like Real People Do)

A kiss in the park (Year of OTP 2025 first kiss)

Ex Files Take Two (episode re write)

A Christmas Fairy-Tale (Episode tag, team as family)

I’ve Read all the books beside your bed (domestic fluff, secret relationship)

Bella Noche (vampires)  

One in a Billion (Halloween) 

I talked to your dad, It’s a love story, just say “yes” (meet the family, Judgement Day fix it) 

Coffeeshop Chatter (Batman won’t like this prompt, Jenny overhears the wrong thing) 

In absentia lucis, Tenebrae vincunt, Coram amore lux valet (accidental love confessions)

The Director’s Fool (April fool’s prank) 

The Cure for Hangovers and Other Aliments (Gibbs to the rescue) 

Noli timere malum, sed time heroa (Jibbslet, Kidnapping, Angst with happy ending) 

Truth in the Lies (fake marriage) 

Ask Her (tag to Knockout) 

Say Goodbye 007 (Mentions of JAG, fluff)

The Twelve Days of Christmas (Christmas fluff)

Twist of the Mind (WIP, Secret Relationship, memory alteration) 

Off the Clock (Girl talk) 

He Knocked (Episode tag) 

Haunting (Halloween Fluff)

Muscle Spasm (Gibbs whump, Jenny gives TLC)

Paris Rose (fluff & crack, lipstick) 

Only With You (undercover as married)

The Missing High Heels (Slight sequel to Only with you)

Jen, Jenny, and the Director (fuff & angst, crack treated seriously) 

The Manual (Gibbs’ Rules, Fluff, Team Dynamics) 

History Lessons (Fluffy collection of ficlets) 

Carols in the Night Series

Carols in the Night (Holiday Found Family)

February Ills (Fluffbruary Sequel to Carols in the Night)

The Easter Bunny (Easter theme)

Mother's First (Mother's day)

He didn't have to (Father's day)

Judgement Day Rewritten Series

Second Chances (Gibbs wakes up in a world where Jenny isn’t dead, yet)

From Now On (Jenny gets a second chance and learns what honesty can change) 

The Reality of Acceptance  (Gibbs follows Jenny to LA)

Expressing the Inexpressible Series 

That’s not her style (Tabloids report on Jenny) 

Goodbye Earl (Gibbs finds an interesting person in the middle of an investigation) 

Home (letters, fluff and angst)

Our Song (tooth-rotting fluff) 

Do you Remember? (orchids, hidden relationship) 

24 (WIP) 

It’s beginning to get to me (WIP) 

Anything you can do (WIP)

A little fall of rain (WIP)

Something in Red (WIP)

So Close (WIP)

Ever, Ever, After (WIP)

She’s in Love (WIP)

That’s How You Know (WIP)

One Step Closer (WIP)

WIP 

Watering Your Plants (Post Hiatus) 

The Deal (deal to have a baby) 

Now I lay me down to sleep (secret relationship, abduction) 

Xena: Warrior Princess 

So you’re saying there is a chance… Xena/Ares 

As Long as You’re Mine (post Looking Death in the Eyes) 

WIP 

Reckoning the Thoughts (takes place during “The Reckoning) 

The Pendant (Aphrodite fixes Looking Death in the Eye) 

Wrapped Around Your Finger (Post Xena coming back from Callisto) 

Black Roses Red (Hercules bashing) 

An Affair to Remember (Looking Death in the Eyes Fix It) 

House of the Dragon

WIP

Rhaenys Intervenes (Time Travel Fix-it)

Daemon and Rhaenys work together to save the House of the Dragon (Time Travel Fix-it)

Go All the Way Back (Rhaenyra and Rhaenys Time Travel)

Rhaenys Overhears (Rhaenys will make sure she is the only one with the title of the Queen Who Never Was) 

Cross Overs 

Call my name and save me from the dark (Fate, Wednesday, NCIS, I have issues okay?)

 Wishes come True, Not Free (Fate/Labyrinth) 

A Demon and A Fairy Sat Drinking (Fate/Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Grave Digger Redux (Bones/NCIS)

My Perfect Romance (NCIS/My Perfect Romance) 

Captain Bennett’s Christmas Catch (Christmas Catch/NCIS)

The Man with the Blue Eyes (NCIS/ CSI Miami) 

[aserene]

Sailor Moon

Technically House of the Dragon

at the moment Silrah is ranking above JIBBS

I have lots.

Abby & Gibbs

Farah is Bloom's mother. The end.

Rosalind is Bloom's mother. Please no.

I dunno maybe Labyrinth or The Librarians

Sailor Moon?

I... yeah I like Fairies and Dragons.

Oh this beautiful shell made three headed dragon pendant.

I have dressed up as Queen Serenity and I'm not even sure that's crazy.

Sailor Moon or Xena

Fate

The Greens.

House of the Dragon - Team Black

Winxsource

I mean it depends on the fandom right? I would say currently it's the Farah the Fern series

fritokays Perfect Fit, it's my dose of fluff.

Again depends on the fandom, I would say currently I will stop and read anything corvusdraconis publishes

Hurt/Comfort or Time Travel Fix It

Canon Character Death

It was single digits and the year started with 19 so let's not go there.

A meme is going to be the reason I enter a new fandom.

Ask away.

Fandom/fanfic asks!

Ahhh so many people are reblogging! I'm trying to send numbers to people but if I missed you, I'm sorry!

Send me questions in my inbox and I'll answer!

Reblog so I/others can send you numbers, too!

What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

Most recent fandom you joined?

All-time favorite pairing?

Pairing that makes no sense to you?

Favorite platonic pairing?

Favorite headcanon?

Least favorite headcanon?

Fandom you're a part of that's the most obscure?

Fandom you're a part of that's the most well-known?

Fandom that you've spent the most money on?

Most unique merch you have for a fandom?

Craziest thing you've ever done as part of a fandom?

Fandom you've been a part of the longest?

Fandom you keep returning to?

Fandom you find annoying?

Fandom you'll probably end up joining?

Favorite blog(s) in your favorite fandom?

All-time favorite fanfic?

Fanfic you read again and again?

All-time favorite fanfic author?

Favorite fic trope?

Least favorite fic trope?

Age when you started reading fanfic?

Funniest fandom-related story?

Add any other questions as you reblog!

[faytalepsy]

SpAm Fr0m y0uR h3X aN0n!!!

Saying hello and determined to keep you guessing on my identity!

Your Silrah hurt/comfort + fluff is suitably in progress! :)

Hello hello hello!!

I can’t believe HEX is still a month away 😱😱

Can’t wait what you brew up👀👀

This ask threw me off cause it was so different from the others so ARE YOU THE SAME PERSON??

[tmaybeunicorn]

AHHHH!!! Hope you’ll love this one my lovelies! 

If you love angst together with fluff- this is for you!

Backstories everyone! wyyy!!!! Ok, I’VE GOTA CHILL. That’s it! Love ya!

[ejfiction]

Winx saga Master list (Part 1)

I’m trying guys, I really am...😅. I’m confused and I’ve been working all day.

Anyway here’s one list of my Ao3 fics (Winx, Silrah fics)

I’ll update these as I write more

Fate the winx saga: (Silrah)

1. Next time I’ll listen (Silrah, sickfic)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44884015

2. If I can’t have you, I’ll have to watch you be happy from over here

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44086020/chapters/110849850

3. Bring me home and hold me close (Silrah, comfort, ‘can you come get me’)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43925178

4. Rapunzel Rapunzel series (Silrah involved but not the main focus, sort of funny fic to do with Farah’s hair)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3214188

5. I need you (Silrah, angst, comfort, jealousy, fake dating)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42742932/chapters/107379123

6. Don’t know how much we can take (Silrah, not main focus silrah, Farah x Bloom mother/daughter)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31001222/chapters/76573307

7. Save me, don’t let me stay alone (Silrah, hurt/comfort, rape, noncon)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32900767/chapters/81649414

8. All that we left behind series (Silrah, involved but not main, visons of the past shown in the future)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2729530

9. I need to tell her series (Silrah, pining, angst)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2843494

10. Annonyingly resilient (Silrah, emotional comfort, Farah’s hair is involved)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2843494

11. The fight never ends (Silrah involved, Light battalion training)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35917303/chapters/89554627

12. Is welcome back the right thing to say when you never left (Silrah involved, Rose comes back from the ‘dead’)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34261597/chapters/85243975

13. I told the stars about you, hoping one day you’d answer (Silrah soulmates)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32283565/chapters/80019436

14. You’ve never said that before (Silrah, family fic with winx suit plus sky and sam)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33748621

15. It’s ok to cry (Silrah, emotional hurt/comfort, vulnerable Farah)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33186610

16. Yule ball (Silrah, Dancing, fluff)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32699713/chapters/81122656

17. At the top (Silrah involved, Rosalind makes all the teacher spar)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32325109/chapters/80129605

18. I promise (Silrah, Farah is saved, hurt/comfort, angst)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32473051

19. Happy birthday auntie Farah (Silrah, Terra, fluff, surprises)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32431420

20. Then and now (Silrah, memories)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31989457

21. Mistletoe (Silrah, family fluff, christmas kiss)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31904050

22. One dance before I go (Silrah, dancing, illness)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31773337

23. Finding silence and a secret (Silrah through Musa’s eyes)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31748617/chapters/78585091

24. Reassurances (Silrah, missing scene, emotional hurt/comfort, reassuring)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31748617/chapters/78585091

25. Our church bells are the birds that sing above our heads (Silrah wedding, featuring some of their family)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46338238

[golden-trio-fate]

A little Silrah fluff sketch <3 which I tried to complete but coloring is so difficult for me

[crazycatfaery]

Silrah + 20!

Almost half a year later I'm finally replying to your ask @veritaserum07! I'm so sorry it took me so long!

I hope you'll enjoy this little ficlet of our idiots in love.

Read on Ao3 or down below.

TW: Mentioning of scars and cutting (accidentally).

Care

Kiss prompt: 20. On a scar.

“I like this one, it’s my favorite.” A dim ray of sunlight shone through the window on Farah’s left hand as Saul held it up. She was lying on her back in her four-poster bed, the naked body of her specialist curled into the side of hers, the morning still early enough for the school to be mostly quiet.

“The smallest, most meaningless scar is your favorite?” Farah asked drowsily, sleep not yet ready to fully let her return to the waking world and start the day, her raven-haired specialist taking full advantage of this by counting and trailing his finger over her scars, most of which she had collected back in their Light Battalion-years.

She knew how his touch felt by now, his hands caressing her body, the feeling of their tongues meeting. But the sensation of a soft and thoughtful kiss planted on her fingertip right where she’d once cut it, and the brush of light stubble against her skin, were new. More sensual to her than anything she had felt before, it captivated her, unable to take her eyes off the man holding her hand.

“S’not meaningless to me,” mumbled Saul, his grayish-blue eyes looking up at her as he kept her finger pressed to his lips, rendering her speechless for a moment. “Don’t you remember how you got it?”

Of course, she remembered. The evening after Saul had been brought in by the girls, wounds in his side oozing, his eyes already blackening, Farah had felt entirely helpless. All she had been able to do was ease his pain by taking some of it, and hold him as Ben tried to delay what they feared to be inevitable. Her help hadn’t been good enough, the tracking team hadn’t been fast enough, and stubbornly refusing to feel this utterly useless she had tried to do anything, something to at least make him more comfortable.

Saul had walked into the tiny kitchen attached to his suite, right at the moment she’d been cutting some parsley to throw in the soup she was making him (she could hear her late mother cackle in her mind, “Farah? In the kitchen?”). Focused as she was, he had startled her, causing her to cut deeply into the tip of her left index finger.

“I got it while I was stupidly trying to make you food, with which I probably would’ve poisoned you anyway,” Farah said, shaking her head at her past self.

“You were trying to take care of me,” Saul corrected her, lowering her hand and intertwining his fingers with hers. “And your soup was excellent.”

Farah huffed. “I still can’t see how that’s your favorite,” she said, frowning a little.

“I love all of your scars, Farah,” Saul said as he let go of her hand, raising himself up on his left arm to look into her eyes. “But that one is undeniable proof of how much you always try to take care of me, in any way possible.” Cupping her cheek, he bent over to kiss her tenderly, rendering her unable to deny his praise.

“We take care of each other,” Farah mumbled when they finally parted. She rolled them over until she was on top, Saul smiling at her and pulling her down for another languid kiss. Breakfast could wait a little longer.

~ Ask me more ~

[myalchod]

Silrah and 41?

All I will say is that this is absolutely me writing against type and I have no idea how that happened. 😂

41. a kiss because the world is saved - [ also on AO3 ]

She is the one who finds him in the aftermath, among the dead and dying.

The lines between the two had blurred while the portal was opened, blurred further in the chaos of magic that had wreathed the battlefield, miasmalike and heavy as it swirled about them all, visible even to his human eyes. He had lost track of the others in the course of the fight, intent only on the immediate, the rhythm of swordstrokes and evasion familiar even amid all this strangeness. He is not unscathed, had taken blows that have him bleedingly sluggishly from a half-dozen wounds, but none of them are severe enough to need his immediate attention.

He had spotted her during the battle — should have expected it once he realised what was going on, but there had been no time to put two and two together, and even that first glimpse had been enough for him to let down his guard for a critical split-second. But oh, he does not regret it — not with her standing before him, backlit by the weak sun and all but glowing, hand extended to help him up.

His fingers lace through hers, and a heretofore-unnoticed tightness in his chest eases. Her palm is warm against his, solid, real as she tugs him to his feet. Until that moment he had been half convinced this was a dream.

He overbalances, unsteady from the pull and the blood loss but even moreso from the familiar sensation blooming in his chest, the spreading warmth of her presence intimately known even after those cold and lonely years. Last night, all he could hope for was that they would not see too many casualties. Now, as she wraps her arms around him to steady him and he breathes in the still-familiar scent of her hair, he dares for the first time in an eternity to think about the possibility of something more.

(The last time a war had ended, there had been a bitter taste in his mouth and an unshakeable ache inside him, a pain mostly but not entirely his own. The last time he’d felt blank, hollow, all too aware of what victory had cost — had questioned whether they could even call it a victory. This time, there is something waking inside him that he almost does not recognise as hope.)

“Now what?”

Moving would be too much effort just yet, and so he looks around them, finding the children one by one. They are exhausted, bloodied and clearly the worse for wear, leaning into each other as they pick their way across the field towards him, but he counts, and then counts again, and exhales his relief against her hair even as he feels the echo of it shiver through the air between them to settle in his bones. He wraps an arm around her, feeling a laugh bubble up through his chest, a lighthearted sound he had not remembered that he knew how to make. There are dead all around them, and still more dying, and to rebuild will take more time and energy than he cares to consider, but there is a world left to rebuild, and there is more to it than he had dared hope might be when he'd considered what today might bring.

"Now?" He presses a kiss to her hair, unable to keep the smile from creeping onto his lips and into his voice. “We take our children home.”

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[noomieeagle]

Hello it's me, your HEX anon bringing questions! 💗 (Elaborate as much or as little you like. "I'm not sure" and "I'm okay with either" are more than fine.)

💙 How do you feel about winter/holiday theme?

🤍 Exactly how fluffy you'd like this to be? Do you prefer more realistic cute moments that easily fit into canon/their busy lives or would you like me to squeeze them in an extra sugary box (i.e. luxurious exotic vacation, wedding, honeymoon.....)?? (Or would something in between?)

❄️ Tell me if there are any tropes you absolutely can't stand (i.e. pregnancy).

💜 Just checking, since your character list included only Farah and Saul, does that still stand? Would you mind other characters appearing? Perhaps kids (i.e. toddler Sky) for the fluffiness?

❄️ Do you have any preferences when it comes to timeline? As in I'd like to see them happy after Farah is back or I want to know how they met 20 years ago or I want them old and retired or.....???

💙 Your genres were fluff and smut, how do you feel about humour (as long as it isn't completely a crack) and would you mind if there was a minor inconvenience which leads to (lots) of softness?

Hi dear HEX anon friend!

I'm sooooo sorry to answer this late, but I've been so busy lately. 😭

Thank you for being so caring about my gift 🥺🫶

💙 Well, I'm at ease with winter. Like, I can imagine Saul and Farah (and maybe Ben) drinking coffee in front of a fireplace while snow's falling outside. But you can imagine another context, I like pretty much everything~ 🥰

🤍 I'd rather choose the canon moments~

❄️ I don't like pregnancy as you said—I prefer Silva and Dowling to be parent figure for Sky and maybe Bloom~

💜 You can absolutely include Sky and other characters, as long as Silrah is endgame, you can include any character! 🩵🩷

❄️ I agree with you when you say you'd like to seem them happy after Farah is back! I'm still mad at the show for not including a single scene between Saul and Farah's spirit. Like wtf?? So I'd like to read a cute scene between them after her coming back. 🥺

💙 You can include humour, for instance they can tease each other, and I trust you not to make it too prominent in your work! 🫶 But I especially want fluff and a bit of smut. 💖

Thank you for everything and sorry again for the lack of response before. ><

[mindfairies]

real life screenshot taken from The Trio’s groupchat.

[i-rely-on-you]

Farah and Sauk prompt: them cuddling, sharing a bed, just being really near to each other. make it fluffy. that's the main thing. fluffy. soo fluffy

Love you bibii!

I hope you’ll like it bibii ❤️

Closer

Being a mind fairy had its disadvantages too.

An overactive mind even while asleep being one of them. This sometimes resulted in Farah having very vivid dreams.

Such as tonight.

Her dream had her groan in her sleep, curling in on herself further than she already was.

The tiny noises from deep within her throat had the man behind her on alert in the blink of an eye.

His eyes shot open and zeroed in on the source of the noise immediately.

Being a light sleeper himself, a result of many years on the force, had come as an advantage for the man. They didn’t share sleeping quarters often, not like this, but three decades side by side had them crawl into the same bed or sleeping bag on a few occasions before. This way he had been able to experience Farah’s night terrors first hand a few times during their days together. Be it on a mission out in the woods or one of Luna’s stupid gatherings they needed to attend to. They always decided to stick together whenever they left Alfea for more than a few hours. It was their rule. Their promise to each other.

The bond they shared was a connection so strong it had taken them years to even attempt to understand it. To this day they didn’t fully know what it meant and how it worked but they did know that whenever they were separated they could feel the anxiety building in the other as if it were their own body. It was distracting to say the least. And should one of them get injured during a mission without the other nearby they would feel the pain as their own. It multiplied in their bodies to the point of collapse. They had gathered that knowledge the hard way.

Now concentrating on the woman in his arms he marvelled at their proximity. They gravitated towards each other during the night. Each and every night they slept close to each other this would happen. This magnetic pull just sowing them together. The contact made them both feel safe wherever they were. He had been able to calm the fairy down during her fitful sleep many times. Was able to save her from magic build up during the night. Sometimes her powers would surge on their own accord without her knowing, creating energy fields around her and levitating nearby objects.

If soothed quickly enough the specialist could reign her in before she managed to damage anything around her. Or anyone for that matter.

The fairy in question chose this moment to let out another soft noise of discomfort that had Saul wind his arm around her a little more securely now. She had been lying on his arm, her head pillowed on his biceps but the small noises emanating from her had him switch up positions swiftly. The arm she had been slumbering on drifting down a little to rest below her neck, his elbow bending, making his forearm band across her chest snugly. With his hand that had settled on her arm he started to rub delicate circles into her skin.

Not feeling her settle fully yet Saul decided to take a little more initiative as he knew how hard he could fall should he not get her to settle soon. Seeing as her body was still a tightly strung ball of tension he began to slowly wind his other arm across her belly, pulling her closer to his chest. The hard panes of his front laying flush with the taut muscles of her back.

Wiggling his hand between her hipbone and the mattress he grasped on tightly before pulling her centre backwards, her backside connecting with his groin.

Humming at the contact in her sleep Farah began to murmur softly. Still not fully convinced that she had escaped her dream yet the specialist started to whisper sweet nothings in the quiet between them. His nose ducking behind her ear, his face completely obscured by her shiny tresses shimmering silver in the moonlight filtering in through the open curtains.

This seemed to calm her somewhat, his voice always having had a special effect on her even in deep slumber. It was like her subconscious knew he was close by to have her back at all times. The total trust displayed before him had Saul stunned into quiet awe behind her. Each and every time he did this she would just go slack in his arms, pliant even. It was an honour he still wasn’t sure how to handle. Even after over thirty years by her side her trust was a gift he received anew every day. And he was grateful for it like the very first time it happened.

His hands still unsure then were attuned to her curves and edges now. Every valley, every dip in skin, every little freckle making up a map he had long memorised. His fingers having walked these familiar paths for years now. He knew where to squeeze, where to graze, where to lay the softest of touches to get her to react. To get her to relax. To get her to melt at his fingertips.

Their proximity had never ventured into the realm of being sexual but the closeness they shared was something so intimate, so heartfelt and earnest. He found it hard to describe on the best of days. On the worst he could only describe it as a deep rooted need to feel close to her it was almost painful.

A sharp intake of air had the specialist jolt out of his musings as Farah woke with a start in his embrace. She let out a gasp as the dream slithered from her sleep mussed brain at last. Grasping onto the arm slung around her chest she breathed out deeply with the relief of knowing he was by her side.

As if reading her mind he murmured into her ear “I’m here, it’s okay.” It made her tremble a little how well he could read her. He had always been good at that too.

Holding onto his arm a little stronger for a second she loosened his grip on her enough to turn around in the circle of his embrace to face him. Closing the space between them again as soon as she had fully turned around she grasped onto his back with such a strong grip it made him wonder what her dream had been about.

Her arms having come around his middle held him to her tightly now. Her muscles quivering with the strain. Letting out a grunt at the force Saul let his arms settle around her once more holding her fast and strong.

Farah pressed her face into his neck, her hair lying in wild tendrils around her he tried to tame her locks by gliding his fingers into her mane. His hands stroking it into a sort of order he could make out the shape of her head through again at least. Her mouth coming to rest at his jugular, revelling in the strong thrum of his blood pumping through his veins. Breathing out shakily she pushed further into him by nuzzling his Adam’s apple. It bobbed at the intensity she gave off. It wafted off of her in waves like aftershocks of an earthquake. One shaky breath sounded almost like a sob it had his head crane down toward her ear to whisper to her soothingly. “You’re okay Farah, I got you. It’s alright, love.” The endearment a long cherished friend slipped out of his mouth like a benediction. Hearing him talk made her shudder again.

One of her legs slung itself around his hip, her foot sliding over his backside and hooking around the back of his leg pulling his lower half towards her. Her strong leg binding him to her eliminating any remaining space between them with a firm tug of her calf. Her other leg finding it’s way between his own to rest comfortably between his thighs.

A quiet descended upon them after that. It was a long silence. Her sniffled breathing the only noise in the room for a while.

After what felt like hours she finally began talking in a subdued murmur into his skin, barely a whisper. It was hard for him to make out her words.

“I lost you.”

Her voice sounded so fragile it made his heart stutter. He hated hearing her like this. Her dreams made her relive some chapters of her life that they would both like to leave behind for good. Her strong mind cataloguing memories like a vault. Under lock and key but she could access each and every trauma with a vividness as if it had happened just yesterday. Another downside to being a mind fairy he suspected.

Finding his voice again Saul lowered his head to her ear before saying “I’m right here. You could never lose me.” His tone carrying a softness he only reserved for her. Placing a small kiss to the shell of her ear he let his hand wander into her hair. The soft strands weightless between his fingers as he grasped the back of her head tenderly.

Her chest was still heaving in rapid movements his other hand slid behind her and began to caress the silk clad valley at the small of her back. The material feeling cold to the touch he thought she might be freezing. This had him reach behind him to grab the blanket that had slid off of them during the night. Lowering it over them he pulled it close to her back, his hand finding it’s way to the small of her back again continuing his ministrations.

After a while he felt her relax into his touch. Her body falling slack in his arms. Breathing out deeply Farah hummed into his skin. The low rumble in the back of her throat making him wonder if she was falling asleep again. Stopping the circling motion with his hand he was surprised at her strong voice coming from the crook of his neck. “Don’t stop.” After a short pause she added “Please don’t stop.” Resuming his caressing he hummed out loud briefly. His mouth settling near her temple, his lips pressing a kiss to her skin there.

He felt her lips press the faintest of kisses into his stubbly skin before saying “Please don’t ever leave me.”

Humming more deeply he wound the arm not cradling her head to him around her back and pressed her to him even more firmly than before. His rigid body melting into her soft curves.

“Never.”

His promise had her sigh at how fervently he said it. The word falling from his lips like a vow never to be broken as long as he lived.

And it wouldn’t.

Her breathing evened out again after that. Her body going lax in his arms.

He would never stop protecting her be it during her waking hours or like this when she was at her most vulnerable. Because that is what he was meant to do.

He was meant to love her.

And he would.

Forever.

fin

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[nononsenseladies]

Err...well I try? There are points for that right?

[sunflowersandbiscuits]

The Fault in Our Stars

Summary:

“Great achievement is usually born of great sacrifice, and is never the result of selfishness. Know that the realm, Solaria, and its people are grateful for the sacrifice you all have made in order to keep us safe from the Burned Ones.”

During the height of the war, Farah and Saul enlisted the help of Queen Luna to keep their biggest sacrifice a secret.

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