#the headmistress / farah

[notsosecretlyalesbian]

Eve Best as Farah Dowling in Fate: The Winx Saga | 01×01: To the Waters and the Wild

[leylovestaytay]

Farah learns the meaning of grovelling (fan fiction)

I wrote a little something for Farah Dowling/Reader, only 500 ish words. There's gonna be a second chapter that's spicy and longer, but I wanted to drop the link to this first chapter just in case anyone wanted to take a look at it.

Keep in mind that I did not edit this, and wrote it in the middle of the night, so I don't even know if it's good enough to publish it, but here it is anyways lol

[unbeleveable]

@auntiezelda sent: "Are you drunk?" for Farah

"Me?" Farah scoffed at her, almost offended. "Drunk on champagne? Don't be ridiculous, Zelda!" To be fair, she was on her fifth glass and had a delicious buzzing sensation in her head, but, given her high tolerance for hard liquor, she was far from drunk. "I'm just enjoying myself."

[simplybybea]

Going through my drawings and though fellow Farah Dowling/ Eve Best appreciations peeps might also want to see the colour study of Dowling from Fate: The winx Saga!

(One of the gay trifecta (and let's be honest it's more than a trifecta) of headmistress of magical schools)

[multiobsession]

people of gay-town, people of alfea, people of eve best, may i present to you:

casual sweet eve:

i saw it and fell in love AGAIN. she gives me life

[eves-da-best]

Eve in-the-background-but-steals-the-show Best (FTWS edition)

[applebottomclaudiajeans]

Chapter 14: and I risk it all for this life we choose

Chapter 14 (the epilogue) of Someone to Watch Over Me is FINALLY up! Apologies to anyone who was waiting on this one, I just wasn't ready to say goodbye to them yet. Not sure that I'll revisit them again, but never say never.

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Everywhere I go leads me back to you”

Farah Dowling x Female Specialist Reader

wc : 3000+

cw : smoking cigarettes // soulmate identifying marks // not actually unrequited love but kind of an ambiguous ending

i’m currently in my eve best brain-rot era and this is just a little something to blow off steam before i continue brainstorming for rhaenys. there is an awful lack of rhaenys x female reader stories, so if you are in need of some just like i am, you can come yell your ideas at me. farah breadcrumbs are welcomed too 🤲🏻

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There is a terrible ache dancing along your legs, pain faintly pulsing across the plane of your back. Behind the security of your palm shielding the unruly breeze, the cigarette which hangs between your lips is ignited by a spark from the lighter, made only brighter by a breath that you subsequently inhale. It burns your throat, but in a way that you are well accustomed to unlike the vexing agony that has found home on your body as of late.

This sensation, one that breeds irritation, is nothing akin to the pleasant soreness that you are used to feeling after every training session during your time in the Solarian Army. While, in the past, you go to bed satisfied despite your aching limbs, an indication to a day purposefully spent, now you brood over the state of your body. It is, after all, one of the telltale signs that you are not in your pristine condition, which has also brought you to once again roam these grounds that you have so intimately known and walked to begin with.

Getting severely maimed during a mission has led to you getting temporarily dismissed from your duties. Rather than taking leave as is suggested to you, you have instead requested to be sent to Alfea, your former school, to both recuperate and share your combat expertise with the students as a temporary instructor, not being entirely too thrilled at the idea of wallowing in bed-rest after days of rigorous trainings to hone your skills, or perhaps if you are to be unabashedly honest, out of a profound yearning of your heart.

A chuckle bubbles in your chest, bitter, tinged with self-mockery. It is with an exhale of breath that you distract yourself, expelling the uninvited thoughts along with a cloud of smoke that escapes through your nose, through the crack of your lips, and they swirl around your head. After taking a final, languid drag of the cigarette, you toss it to the ground, effectively dousing it with the heel of your boot.

You are in desperate need of a drink, preferably alcoholic, but given that work is in progress, not to mention a class that you have to supervise alongside Headmaster Silva at hand, you opt for something less strong. About a couple of minutes later, you find yourself in the staff lounge. With professors busy at this time of day teaching their respective classes, the room is empty, and you walk to the counter to brew yourself a nice, hot cup of coffee.

The aroma of freshly ground beans is rich, but richer still is the perfumed air that pleasantly tickles your nose. It smells of books, of sunny afternoons, of jasmines in full bloom, of a love left buried.

“You reek of cigarettes.”

At the familiar voice, amused rather than displeased, that spreads over you like a warm blanket, you cannot help but let loose a little grin, recalling many a time during your school years when you have suffered an earful from the woman herself for your misbehaviours.

“If you’re going to reprimand me for it, you should have known better by now, Headmistress, that it’s no use trying.”

“Even the mountains will eventually crumble, will they not?”

Amusement tugs on one corner of Headmistress Dowling’s lips by the time you turn to face her. She gestures to you with a small tilt of her head. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

“Coffee? I just brewed some.”

“Please.”

After pouring the freshly-brewed coffee into two porcelain cups, you put sugar and a splash of milk into one cup while keeping the other black. You carry them to where the Headmistress has seated herself on a nearby couch, handing the sweetened one to her.

“Here it is, my lady.” Your playfulness earns you an eye roll. “A cube of sugar and a splash of milk if I remember correctly.”

With a delicacy that you are sure only she possesses, she cradles the cup in her hands with a whispered “Thanks.”

“You remember correctly.” A blossom of a smile grows on her lips, beautiful and dizzying, but the soft tummy-butterflies inducing moment is abruptly eclipsed by the pain that suddenly flares across you ribcage.

Try as you may, you fail to rein in your emotions it seems, for one moment, the mind fairy is sitting, and the next, she is on her feet, the cup hastily discarded on the table. Her hands are poised to steady you should you falter on your feet. You stop her with a gesture of a hand, a chuckle freed from your throat as a sorry excuse of a reassurance. Although unconvinced, she makes no further moves, says nothing, only quietly observing you with her eyes as you move to sit on the other side of the couch. She retakes her seat.

“How are you finding your new job so far?”

“It’s…different. Slower than what I’m used to in the army. But the students are eager to learn and-” You take a sip of your coffee, chance a glance at her, and see that she is taking a delicate sip from her own cup. “-it’s good to be back here.”

As much as you like to believe that the last part of your confession is the product of it, the more logical part of you argue that it is the mention of her students that has her wearing a ghost of a smile, pleased.

“They are, aren’t they? And they’re fortunate to have someone with your experience as their instructor.”

After a beat, she adds. “And…how are you faring?”

The question has you hesitating for a moment, not wanting to appear weak, but nothing will come of lying to a mind fairy, much less someone who bears your name, the mark of your soul on her body.

“Recovering. Slowly. But it’s hard to stay still after being on the front lines.”

“I understand. Sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight within ourselves.”

Her face is unreadable, a masterful deceit, but you suspect there are hidden depths to her words.

“Last I recall, you weren’t a fan of coffee.”

It is with her own words that you begin your response. “You recall correctly, but many a white night has left me relying on it. And I’ve grown rather fond of its company.”

She levels you with a reproachful lift of a brow.

“You consume coffee, black I might add, because you can’t sleep? Aren’t you going around in circles?”

“I need it to keep me alert. Also, in case you forgot, I’m no longer your student, Headmistress.” Your reply comes out more venomous than you have intended it to, years of bottled up emotions suddenly coming to a boil.

“That doesn’t mean I’ve cared for you any less.”

Although the confession is but a murmured breath, the force of it is colossal against you, filling your mind with what-ifs upon what-ifs. With an exhale and a squeeze of your eyes, you hurriedly stand, a string of words fleeing your lips as you leave the room in a haste.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have a class to teach.”

The brain may forget but the heart always remembers. She has eyes the colour of rich honey, brown at first sight but drenched in sunlight, swirls of greens and specks of oranges dance and mingle, a beautiful, enchanting lake that makes you want to drown in it. Although she carries herself with an authority as befits a Headmistress, her students matter to her above all else. She cherishes her job to a fault, so much so that once upon a time, she has simply dismissed the soul tie that you share without so much as batting an eyelid.

The class passes in a blur. You guide, you demonstrate, you regale them with tales of your battles all the while drowning in your own memories. Even as the last class of the day is dismissed and dusk sets in, you remain on the training grounds, practicing, fighting imaginary opponents, in hopes of giving your mind something else to focus on, which you find to be failing miserably.

From the very first moment you have met her all those years ago on your first day of school, there has been an inexplicable connection, a feather-light touch of magic that softly caresses your skin. “Sup.” has been your very first words to her, admittedly not the most ideal greeting of a new student to her Headmistress. A look is all she gives you, unimpressed, understandably so, and given that your class is mainly supervised by Headmaster Silva, you seldom cross paths with her after that. On rare occasions when you do cross paths however, despite your greetings, she refuses to acknowledge you as though you are invisible to her.

And finally, finally, when she decides you worthy enough to grace you with her words, it has been to scold you. On that fateful day, you have been standing on the sidelines as two of your classmates are locked in a fight on the platform. It just so happens to be one of those days where Headmistress Dowling is present on the training grounds to spectate the progress of the students.

When a dagger has flown astray from the middle of the fight, it aims at one person, who at present has her back to the imminent threat, trapped in a conversation with Headmaster Silva, you realise in trepidation. Without thinking, you leap, an arm darting out to catch the weapon in your hand. Inwardly, you marvel at your own reflexes, finding it hard to believe that you have stopped a weapon with your bare hand, albeit not without consequences. With your palm cut open, blood has oozed, and the thick liquid drips down your wrist.

The close proximity of the Headmistress to you is felt in that spine-tingling, knee-weakening way, and smelt in the fragrant wind, before her voice finally reaches your ear in the form of your name. The pleasant surprise that takes hold of you at her knowledge of your name is quickly overshadowed by annoyance at the tone of her voice, equally as annoyed, her displeasure apparent on the hardened plane of her face once you turn to greet her.

“A thank you would be nice. I just saved you after all.”

“Which was utterly unnecessary I might add. Don’t mistake recklessness for courage.”

Ouch! That hurts. Even more so than the dagger’s mark that has permanently found home on your body.

“Greenhouse, at once.”

It is amidst getting your wound treated that you notice something that has not been on your skin before. On the delicate flesh of your wrist appears a name in a beautiful cursive. Farah, it reads, but judging by the reaction of the earth fairy before you, unfazed and composed, you reckon that this must be for your eyes only.

No sooner have you had your wound properly dressed than you are seeking out Farah, determined to confront the reality of your bond. You find her in her office, standing by the window, looking out over the grounds.

“Headmistress,” you say, stepping inside. “We need to talk.”

She turns to face you, her expression a mask of cool detachment. “There's nothing to discuss.”

“How can you say that?” You have demanded, stepping closer. “We both know what those marks mean.”

Farah sighs, closing her eyes for a moment before meeting your gaze. “The revelation changes nothing. I do not own you. Don’t let mere words bind you to me. I’m only your headmistress and you are merely my student. And that is where this ends.”

Her words cut deep, but you refuse to back down. “Farah, you can't just ignore this. It's not just about words or marks. It's about what we feel.”

“What you feel,” she has corrected you, her voice firm. “I am responsible for the safety and education of all my students. I cannot afford to let personal feelings interfere.” And in that no-nonsense way, she adds, “Also, it’s Headmistress Dowling to you.”

With a shake of your head, frustration and hurt well up inside you. “It's more than that, Headmistress and you know it. We have a connection, something real and undeniable. Why are you so afraid of it?”

For a moment, you see softness in her eyes, revealing a flicker of the pain she is trying so hard to hide, but it is gone as soon as it has come. “Because if I acknowledge it, everything changes. And I cannot allow that.”

“You're wrong,” It sounds unconvincing even to your own ears, but a desperate murmur. “Ignoring it won't make it go away. It just makes us both miserable.”

She turns away, her shoulders tense. “Go back to your training. Focus on becoming the best specialist you can be. That's what matters.”

You have stood there for a long moment, dared to entertain the fool’s dream in which she turns back, says something, anything to acknowledge the truth you both feel. But she has cut that little thread of hope by remaining silent, a statue of unyielding resolve.

Finally, you turn to leave, your heart heavy but your resolve unbroken. “This isn't over, Headmistress. Not by a long shot.”

So you have declared but deep down, you have always known that you are doomed to failure from the start. And before you know it, the graduation day dawns bright and clear upon Alfea, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside you.

Students and faculty have gathered on the grand lawn, the air filled with excitement and a tinge of sadness as friends prepare to part ways. Farah Dowling stands at the podium, her regal presence commanding attention as she addresses the graduates. You stand among your peers, listening to her speech but barely registering the words. Your heart is heavy with the decision you have made. Despite all your efforts, Farah has remained resolute in her stance, keeping the walls between you impenetrable.

As the ceremony eventually comes to an end bringing with it your inevitable departure, you have caught the Headmistress’s gaze from across the stage. Her eyes have lingered on you for a moment, a flicker of something unspoken passing between the two of you. Then she looks away, and the moment is no more.

In your dorm room, your belongings are packed and ready, each item a reminder of the years spent at Alfea, of the bonds formed and the love left unrequited. Your friends try to convince you to stay, to join them in their adventures, but you know that you are in desperate need of a fresh start, far from the memories that still haunt these halls.

So, with your bags slung over your shoulder, you make your way to the gates of Alfea. Behind you, the school stands in all her majestic glory, a place of learning and growth, and of heartache. You pause, taking a final glance, realising with a hint of melancholy that you are not only leaving a place that has been your home for three years but also a part of yourself behind.

You have not been expecting a farewell, one last goodbye, but there she is, standing tall and composed at the gates. A spellbinding beauty, you think stupidly.

Your name spills forth her lips, dainty and delicate in appearance, but you have not been given the chance, nor will you ever be allowed to find out how they feel against your own, a forbidden fruit. When she speaks, her voice is firm, genuine. “I wanted to wish you well in your future endeavours. You have been an exemplary student, and I have no doubt you will succeed in whatever path you choose.”

“Thank you, Headmistress. Alfea has been…” You pause, swallowing the lump in your throat. “everything to me.”

For a moment, she hesitates, then steps closer, lowering her voice to that excruciating, dizzying timbre. “I hope you find what you're looking for, wherever you go.”

You look into her eyes, searching for any sign of the connection you feel, but her walls are fiercely in place. With a heavy heart, you breathe. “Goodbye, Headmistress.”

By the time you turn to leave, once again, her voice halts you.

Your name leaves her lips in a soft murmur. You turn back, hope blossoming in your chest, only to have it crushed by her next words, both a gentle and a cruel finality to your fated encounter. “Take care of yourself.”

A sad smile spreads across your lips. “You too, Headmistress.”

With every step you take away from Alfea, and from her, a mixture of sorrow and determination burns in your chest. It is finally time to bury the past, to lock away the love you feel and move forward.

Months have passed as you travel, exploring new places and honing your skills. The pain of leaving Alfea and your beloved Headmistress, although duller than they use to, never truly vanish. You throw yourself into your new life, hell-bent on building something worthwhile.

One evening, in a small village nestled in a valley, you find yourself sitting by a tranquil river, the water reflecting the fading light of day. You trace the mark on your wrist, Farah’s name forever etched into your skin. Try as you may to lock away your feelings, the bond still remains, a silent testament to what could have been.

With a sigh, you close your eyes and let the cool breeze wash over you. The past is behind you, and while the future is uncertain, you know you have the strength to face it.

“Fuck, I should’ve never returned to these godforsaken grounds. So much for leaving the past behind!”

Presently, you curse aloud as you slash nothing but air with your twin blades, reenacting scenes from your battlefield. The efforts with which you have made to keep your feelings buried have been for naught, for in the end, in a moment of weakness, you have listened to your heart, and returned to where it longs to be the most.

By her side.

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[myalchod]

Kiss prompt: Silrah + nr 36

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

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

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

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

“What time is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

Thirty-seven minutes.

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

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

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

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

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

[ ask me another ] [ all answers ]

[ofherdowlingohara]

Saul with a beard just does something to me 🥵

#Exhausted Disheveled Bearded Saul Silva 🥵

[unbeleveable]

@magicallwomen liked for alder/farah

"It's good to see you again, General," Farah greeted, hand extended, head held high. "It's been a long time." The last time they had met, Rosalind had still been in charge of both the battalion and the school, Farah always a step behind. But now Rosalind was locked away beneath the school, she had come into her own as headmistress, and things were very different.

[backjustforberena]

So, my two cents about Fate S2? I wouldn't have ended S1 how it did. I would have ended it without the bombastic massive takeover of the school with Luna, Andreas and Rosalind as the "new order" aka the three big baddies.

Because, basically, they become irrelevant in S2. They are not "the threat" and half of them don't last to the end of the series or even make much of an appearance overall, and, in my opinion, they add nothing nuanced to the plot or that could not be represented by conflict with another character or guidance by another character (aka the mentorship role Rosalind takes with Bloom, and the Sky angst over his dad).

I'd have kept Saul, Farah and Harvey in their positions at the school. Have Beatrix locked up/take the fall for the murder of Callum and even have the school think she was responsible for the energy wells failing (if they need a cover story at all), and write her out. Andreas is just dead - you don't need him to be alive to create that rift between Sky and Silva. Just knowing Silva murdered his dad is enough. Let it be.

Rosalind - have her escape. She's the looming shadow, she's who Farah thinks is behind the disappearances of the fairies, rather than Blood Witches, she's the constant worry/tension because no one knows where she is and Farah is paranoid that she'll return and make her move, take her revenge, whatever. Leaving her free to take her eye off the ball when it comes to Blood Witches, or else, be overwhelmed when that's added to the list of dangers.

Farah will be on a knife's edge with Luna. Maybe Luna threatens to have her pulled as Headmistress at the Alum Dinner. Maybe Farah has to go darker- to threaten her- they all have to keep Aster Dell and Rosalind's escape a secret, don't they? How much like Rosalind is Farah willing to be? Have her horrified by the Blood Witches threat, have her worry about being the right person or about being weak and not strong enough to lead the school. Have her need to find Rosalind. Have her try to guide Bloom but not have the knowledge. Have her keep more secrets from Bloom because of the worry, and the damage.

Have Harvey be increasingly worried about his family's safety. That's fine. Terra and Sam can look at him differently because they know about Aster Dell now, and maybe he starts to pull away from the other adults because of it, because they don't know what it's like, to have kids (sorry Silva, he doesn't mean it). He can still heal fairies from scraper damage - I don't think Rosalind's "experiments" led to much at all. But, as Harvey becomes fragile, you can centre Saul and Farah more.

Because Farah and Saul are a team. But Saul is distracted, brings back Specialist graduate Sebastian to help teach as Saul is coordinating a search for Rosalind, a response to scrapers and all of his stuff with Sky. You do not need Andreas at all to have that conflict. Maybe Farah doesn't trust Sebastian, but trusts Saul enough. But that gives him access, prolonged access, to the school. So anything he does, they think Rosalind did.

Not sure how the rest of the Winx characters fit into this plan as I've only spent a few minutes thinking on it, but you obviously wouldn't have a lot of stuff that we end up having in S2, especially in the latter half. But still.

[faytalepsy]

The pairing of your choice and #19? You know which two I’d probably ask for in case that influences things 😁

Now I know this was like a year ago but I finally have some time to do some writing so I'm trying to answer all the kiss prompts I got last year!!

Starting with

Silrah + 19 (kiss for good luck)

Farah fumbled with the thin chain of the necklace in her hand, trying to finally close the clasp. Her traitorous fingers were shaking and she cursed before finally feeling the metal slide into place. Surveying herself in the mirror she plucked on a stray strand of hair, trying to move it into place.

“Are you coming, Farah?” Saul’s voice carried over from the adjourning room, accompanied by the heavenly smell of coffee. He had set out to prepare breakfast while she got ready for the day.

The day she had prepared for the past months. The day she dreaded like nothing else.

“Yes, just give me another minute!” She called back, adjusting the fit of her dress once more. Today she was as self-conscious as seldom before. She watched her body in the mirror, scanning how the grey fabric hugged her curves. Maybe this dress was not the best idea for today. Maybe she should’ve gone with the black one after all. Or the dark blue trousers with a nice blouse. No, that reminded her too much of Rosalind who wouldn’t be caught dead in a skirt. She could not afford to remind anyone of the past headmistress today, least of all herself. The simple grey dress was more her, the headmistress she wanted to be.

But still, she wasn’t quite satisfied with the way her hair framed her face. She had brushed it back in an elegant loup ending in a high bun constructed of endless spirals of hair. Even with the help of her magic it had taken long enough, but now she felt as though it wasn’t light enough. Maybe the construction was a bit too much, showing them all just how hard she was trying to make this work. In contrast to that were the two strands still framing her face, lightly tickling her skin and looking too loose, too laissez-faire. She was going for a warmer look, more approachable and open but still demanding respect. Maybe she should've gone with a simple bun that didn't scream "I spent hours styling my hair this morning".

“Farah…” Saul’s voice was closer now, and she turned to find him standing in the doorway.

“You look perfect. You know that, right?”

She turned back to the mirror, finding her own eyes staring back at her full of uncertainty.

“Everything will go perfectly.” Saul’s arms came to rest on her waist, gently pulling her back against his chest. She leaned into him, trying to take a deep breath and calm herself. Finally opening her eyes again, she smiled at him in the mirror in apology.

“I’m sorry I'm taking so long.”

He pressed a small peck to her temple.

“You look quite finished to me. I prepared tea in the kitchen."

Her smile faltered, gaze skipping over herself once more and his grip on her waist tightened.

"Farah, you have been at this for hours now. It’s enough.”

His gaze found hers in the mirror and his voice turned soft. “You’re enough.”

She took a shaking breath, leaning back against the support he provided.

“You think so?”

His lips were soft against her cheek. “I know so.”

She rolled his eyes but leaned into him, relishing in his strength. He had her back. As always.

“Now go out there and prove to all of them what an amazing headmistress you are.” 

At the doubt still lingering on her face he pulled her closer once more, lips finding hers in a gentle kiss. “You can do this.”

She let her lips linger on his just long enough for the warm glow of his love to envelop her and soothen the writhing ball of anxiety inside her. He was right. She had faced Blood Witches and Burned Ones, she could also face an auditorium full of people.

With one last nod, she stepped away from his embrace. Staring at her reflection, she straightened her shoulders and back.

She could do this.

She had to do this.

For Alfea.

[eves-da-best]

Headmistress Farah Dowling died so that we could have Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen: *dies*

[specialagentlokitty]

Farah x reader - the fun of it

WAIT NO 76 AND 72 GO TOGEHTER SO WELL Farah's gilfriend just absolutely loves nature, and would do anything to get closer, inclduing the roof, and worryi g Farah to no end??? - @casserole-from-dads-asserole 💜

72: “Why are you on the roof?” “I saw a bird.”

76: “You’re making me go grey.” “You’re old, that’s normal.”

One minute you were next to Farah while so stopped to speak to a few students asking her for advice, and when she turned around after she was done you were gone.

Furrowing her brows a little she looked around in confusion.

“Have you lost something headmistress Dowling?” Aisha asked.

The five fairies stopped walking to look at the leader of their school, and she turned to face them.

“Someone. Did you see (Y/N)? She was right here now she’s gone.”

“No sorry, surely she couldn’t have gotten far though.” Terra smiled.

Farah nodded her head and carried on looking around for you, trying to figure out where it is you had gone.

You used the vines to push yourself to the roof, and you climbed up, sitting on the edge as you looked at the large bird.

“Well you’re an unusual sight for the school, what are you doing here?”

The hawk titled her head a little, examining you, and you smiled softly as you waited for her to finish looking at you.

After deeming you weren’t a threat you happily sat down and smiled to yourself, only to frown a little when you felt your phone vibrate with a text.

Pulling it out you looked at it.

Farah: where did you go?

Shuffling to the side a little you turned around and looked for her, and when you found her you took a photo and sent it to her.

You watched Farah pulled her phone out of her pocket and look at it before turning around.

Farah: get back down here!

You: in a minute!

Farah: why are you on the roof?!

You beamed go yourself.

You: I saw a bird!

Stuffing your phone away you shuffled out of her sight and she stood with her arms crossed waiting.

A few moments later you came padding around the side of the building and walked over to her with a huge grin on your face.

“What if you fell?!”

“It’s fine! I do it all the time!” You beamed.

Farah rolled her eyes at you and pulled you back around the side of the building away from the sight of the students.

“What do you mean you do it all the time?” She asked.

“I mean I’m on the roof at least once a day. I’m shocked you or anyone else hasn’t noticed yet.”

“Oh my god…” she whispered.

You watched Farah run a hand down her face as you smiled sweetly up at her.

“You’re making me go grey.”

You hummed a little, cracking a smirk.

“You’re old, that’s normal.”

“Oh I’m old am I?”

“I mean you’re five years older than me. Therefore your old, but that’s okay, we all get old one day.”

Farah shook her head a little, reaching out she placed her hand on the side of your face and leant in and you closed your eyes.

But she didn’t kiss you.

Nope.

Instead she leant next to your ear.

“If that’s the case then I guess this old woman is too old to be dating.” She whispered.

She walked away and you blinked and looked to where she ran.

“No! Farah that’s mean!”

You chased after her, trying to catch up to her but she was an unnaturally fast walker.

“Farah! Don’t be mean!” You pouted.

She turned around, walking backwards as she shrugged a little bit.

“You said in old.” She called back.

“No! I was joking! Please! I love you!”

Farah turned around and carried on walking and you hugged a little.

“Fine I’ll go sit with my new friend!”

Farah spun around.

“Don’t you dare go back on that roof (Y/N)!”

You grinned, slowly backing away as she walked closer.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Im doing it! At least the hawk will love me!”

You spun around and ran away from her and she chased after you, back around the corner to where you just came from and you stood there with your arms crossed.

Farah walked around the corner and you grinned brightly at her.

“I knew you’d follow me.”

“Of course is follow you, you’re a walking hazard.”

“Ouch, okay. That hurts but it’s true.”

Farah smiled and walking over to you, placing her arms on your shoulders and you placed your on her hips.

“Stop. Climbing. The. Roof.” She whispered.

“I. Make. No. Promises.” You copied.

Farah sighed heavily, but she wore a soft smile, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“What am I ever going to do with you love?” She asked softly.

“Accept I’m a bit stupid and love me?”

“Of course I love you.”

You smiled and rested your head on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“You’re still old.”

“I will walk away right now.”

“No!”

Farah laughed.

She loved to wind you up, it was one of her favourite things to do, to pass time.

You knew she loved you, but sometimes she just liked to see you pout because she thought it was adorable

[farahtissaiamyloves]

Hey,

Do you write Fate: The Winx Saga fics? If so, can you write a fic where Bloom is in a slump (depressed from everything). She blocks out everyone from trying to help her. Her magic gets erratic because of her emotions. Farah helps her through everything. Gives her advice and comfort. She is a mother figure for Bloom. Just a fic that starts out very angsty and just leads to pure comfy at the end. If it can be at least 2500 words, I'd appreciate it. If not, it's understandable.

P.S. Not a lot of FarahxBloom fics, so.... kinda hope you could help me.

Making peace with the past

Farah Dowling x Bloom Peters (plat)

Another wonderful request was completed. I hope I rose up to the challenge successfully. I have never truly written anything which isn't xreader but I think that this came to be wonderful. You, Anon, requested for 2500 minimum, so I am providing you with my longest one-shot, 3236 words. Enjoy.

Bloom was sitting alone on a bench. Her eyes were glassy as she looked at the horizon, the endless beautiful fields outside of Alfea.

Her mind was a huge mess. So many things happened the past year. She could hardly comprehend what was happening anymore.

She had done a murder.... It was self-defense, but still... She did have blood on her hands... Two people's blood.

Obviously, both Rosalind and Sebastian had to die or at least be defeated one way or another if she wanted to ensure Alfea's safety.

Still...

Bloom looked down at her hands, half expecting them to be covered with their blood.

The girl sighed, placing her head against her hands. She was feeling so...

Lost?

Even she didn't know.

The only good thing that came up due to the discovery of her dragon flame was her ability to resurrect one of the only people who cared for her, not because of her abilities, no... but because they cared about everybody's well-being.

She found some solace at the thought of making things right... Saving the woman who stood by her when she needed it the most.

Bloom felt beyond ashamed and responsible for her death as well... If only she had believed her...

Rosalind would have never been freed. Everybody would be happy. Farah, Ben, and Saul would still be best friends. Bellatrix and Stella would have the chance they deserved to be together...

Bloom sobbed, realizing that she was the cause of everyone's problems.

She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve her friends, Sky, Headmistress Dowling... She didn't deserve anyone.

Bloom's blood turned cold, remembering her mother's burnt flesh.

She was not the hero everybody painted her to be...

No.

Everything was actually happening in the first place because of her.

She was a monster.

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Bloom was sat alone in the library.

She knew the girls had planned a study period in their living room, but she didn't feel like going.

She did not deserve it.

She deserved loneliness.

She deserved to feel the pain.

She didn't hear the footsteps getting too close to her.

Her eyes were glued to her book before she noticed someone standing in front of her desk.

She looked up to see Aisha standing with crossed hands in front of her.

"You coming or what?" Her friend spoke with an expecting gaze.

Bloom didn't respond for some seconds before she shook her head and looked back to her book. "I'm busy."

Aisha titled her head, tapping her foot against the wooden floor of the library. "You are studying here. You may as well as study with us. Same thing." She waved Bloom's excuse off.

Bloom shook her head. "I really need to stay focused.... You are not helping." The girl started feeling agitated. She didn't wish for her company as she didn't deserve it.

This was her punishment.

Aisha took a step closer, hovering above Bloom. "See this as a small break. Come, we gonna be late."

Bloom didn't look at her as she turned the page, pretending to be reading. "I don't wish for a small break. Go."

Aisha's hands crossed over her chest. "Bloom.... You are acting like a baby. Just be done with it."

Bloom rolled her eyes in annoyance, her little patience gone. "I SAID GO."

Aisha's eyes widened in shock before the water fairy blinked. She tried to snitch Bloom's book away from her, only to be met by Bloom's hand slapping her hand away.

Bloom abruptly stood up and looked at her friend in the eyes. "WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I WANNA STUDY ALONE!"

Aisha swallowed hard as she took a step back at the sound of Bloom's shout. Many heads turned to look at their fight.

The water fairy looked around, noticing the attention they got before turning to her roommate.

Aisha looked at Bloom for a moment and then turned around and left the room feeling beyond shocked due to Bloom's outburst and ashamed of disturbing people's peace.

Bloom sat down on her seat with a relieved sigh.

May the torture continue.

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A week later, Bloom found herself in Farah Dowling's classroom.

The headmistress would soon be walking around the classroom overseeing everyone's abilities, as she preferred to give some time to her students to begin chanelling and do the needed preparations.

Today's lesson main focus was control.

Bloom, who was usually sitting next to Aisha, was keeping her mouth shut and not saying a single word.

Aisha was just glancing at Bloom coldly. They hadn't talked since the episode in the library, even if they were seeing each other every day due to the fact that they were roommates.

Through this week, Bloom managed to get into a very heated fight with Stella as well.

Many words were spoken that Bloom regretted immediately, but she had chosen to leave Stella and abandon her in the middle of the fight.

This, alongside Bloom's emotional turmoil, didn't help her at all as she struggled a little bit to maintain her little fire under complete control.

Bloom took a deep breath to calm down and focus on her task.

Make Headmistress Dowling proud.

Farah finished some of her workpapers and decided to walk around the classroom and see how everyone was faring.

Considering that the class has done far more difficult and complicated tasks, she thought that this lesson would be a piece of cake for everyone.

The headmistress had decided to start over and progress the difficulty of the lessons quickly to see her pupils' progress throughout Rosalind's cruel treatment toward them.

The headmistress was pleased to see that everyone was having rather fun, enjoying the simplicity of the task without any kind of pressure or high expectations.

Everyone, except...

Farah raised an eyebrow, noticing that Bloom was no longer sitting at her usual spot.

The woman was perplexed as to why the student wasn't sitting next to her friend, Aisha, like they always do.

Farah looked at Aisha, trying to decipher her feelings without the use of any kind of knowledge.

The girl seemed more troubled and cheerful than usual.

The woman's eyes followed the rest of the company of friends, all of them gathered around each other and whispering here and then.

Farah pressed her lips in a thin line. Something had happened... or rather it's still happening.

She walked next to Terra, a girl who was practically her niece, who was no longer her normal cheerful self.

She didn't say anything about what was happening between them and Bloom, Farah's experience was telling her that the girls just needed some time to solve their problems.

She thought that it was best to interfere and make things worse for both parties.

She just patted Terra's head congratulating her for her impeccable control and then walked to Musa.

She could tell that all of this time without her magic left Musa a little rusty, but still, no one could question Musa's mastery of her mind magic.

Farah smiled at the girl and then walked to examine her assistance work.

The woman was impressed by how well Aisha was taking to the challenge. Farah couldn't help but remember the first classes in which Aisha struggled with taking control of the small particles of water....

The girl seemed like she had been doing it for years.

The headmistress gave a proud smile at her and a nod. Farah was aware of Aisha's ambition to succeed her one day, and she was more than just open with the idea.

"I'm sure you'll be a wonderful headmistress one day." Farah complimented the teenager.

Aisha smiled at her as her eyes sparkled, but Farah couldn't help but notice that the smile didn't reach as high as her usual one.

The woman didn't comment as she continued observing everybody's use of magic. However, she couldn't help but feel worried.

She cared for all of the girls deeply, and watching all of them in such distress brought her not just sadness and anxiousness but distress as well.

Farah walked through the rows of desks, commenting here and there, as well as observing everybody's progress and noting their new abilities.

The woman stopped at Bloom's desk abruptly.

Farah always knew that Bloom's magic was different, stronger than the usual fire fairies, but there was something wrong with the girl.

Normally, knowing that Bloom transformed, Farah thought that Bloom had managed to not just barely contain but perfectly control her magic.

Her assumption was errored.

She stood by Bloom and watched the girl slightly struggle with the strict maintainance of the size of the fire.

She took a step closer and examined both the magic and the troubled girl. "Bloom, I believe you need to calm down first. Then, not only will the task bring better results, but it won't be as exhausting and frustrating as it already is for you." Farah calmly spoke, trying to coax the girl into letting go for a while.

Bloom briefly glanced at her before shaking her head. "There's no need, Headmistress Dowling. Everything is under control." The girl defended, decided not to follow the mind fairy's advice.

Farah sighed and placed her left hand on Bloom's right shoulder. "I know, Bloom. I just believe I have seen enough." The headmistress decided not to test the girl further to see whether she was actually saying the truth or not.

Bloom took a deep breath, filling determination. She had to make the headmistress feel proud of her. She thought this was the only way for her to truly show how sorry she was.

Bloom's red eyes remained on her tiny flames. "Are you sure? Because I can really keep going. Please, test me further, Headmistress. See for yourself." Bloom encouraged the older woman.

The headmistress' eyebrow rose at the sound of her eagerness to be tested. Farah wasn't sure about this, but she did wish to see Bloom's progress.

Hopefully, Rosalind taking over will have at least one good outcome.

The mind fairy's eyes shone as she used her telekinetic abilities to move a little leaf toward Bloom's little fire.

"If that's what you wish, Bloom. Now, I will move this tiny leaf into your fire. If it remains intact when I pull it away, then you will officially excel the test. Is it understood, Bloom?" The headmistress asked, holding the leaf near Bloom's fire.

The girl nodded eagerly as she awaited for the test.

Farah slowly had the leaf approach Bloom's flames. She gave some time to Bloom to prepare for the intrusion before she deeped the leaf right into the magical fire.

The headmistress watched with a proud smile as the flames danced around the leaf, leaving it completely unharmed.

Farah had the leaf remain inside Bloom's fire while she slowly moved it around the flames, testing the girl a little further.

Bloom didn't comment as she continued focusing on her magical fire and keeping the leaf intact.

Farah hummed in approval. "Good job, Bloom. You're doing wonderfully." The woman congratulated the girl as she kept the leaf in place.

Bloom smiled at her as she maintained her focus on the fire. "Thank you, Miss Dowling."

Before Farah had the chance to politely smile at the girl, she felt it before she saw it as Aisha accident fell over Bloom's desk with a glass of water.

The water mainly spilled over Bloom's fire, but it was too little to have it extinguished. Some water landed on Farah's shirt as half of Bloom's face became wet.

It was just for a moment, but Bloom's concentration broke, resulting in the leaf getting burnt.

"Oh. I'm so so sorry, Headmistress Dowling. I meant to go to the sink to get more water." Aisha politely excused herself.

Farah nodded at her before listening to Bloom's anguished cry. "NOOOOOOO."

The woman's eyes widened as she turned quickly to look at Bloom. Bloom's eyes were a darker shade of red as the girl stood up and looked at Aisha. "YOU DID THIS ON PURPOSE!"

Aisha swallowed hard, taking a step back in fear. "I- No. Bloom, control yourself." Aisha couldn't admit that she did indeed do it on purpose.

Flames erupted by Bloom's right hand as her magic matched her anger. A pair of wings appeared behind her back. "YOU AND YOUR STUPID JEALOUSY!" Bloom was furious with her friend.

Farah quickly stepped between the two girls, making sure that Bloom couldn't accidentally hurt her friend.

The mind fairy took a step forward and looked deep into the girls' eyes. "Bloom, I know that you are angry at Aisha for ruining your test, but you excelled at it. Please, calm down, and I assure you that we can talk this out."

The girl looked at the headmistress for a moment before she took a deep breath. Miss Dowling was right. She always was.

The fire fairy lowered her hand and let her wings vanish. Bloom slowly sat back in her seat, glancing at Aisha coldly.

The water fairy attempted to leave before she was grabbed by the headmistress. "You shall come with me to my office. Ad for everyone else, you did really great. Class dismissed. " Farah announced as her hand was wrapped around the girl's wrist without even looking at the teenager.

Aisha swallowed hard as everyone else were preparing their things to leave.

Farah turned to look at Bloom. "I shall see you later at... our spot." The headmistress decided, winking at Bloom.

The girl nodded with a small smile. She was so happy that the headmistress wasn't angry with her, even though this was literally the only good thing in her life at the moment.

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Farah had put on her coat as she walked out of Alfea. Her boots touched the grass underneath as she slowly walked to the place she and Bloom conversed for what they thought to be the last time.

The headmistress took her time, enjoying the magnificent view of Alfea's grounds at the end of the autumn.

She had reprimanded Aisha greatly for what she did to Bloom and reminded her that it was only normal for Bloom to feel angry and detached after what she lately discovered about her true identity and age.

Farah shook her head. She didn't expect a bunch of teenagers to understand how much trauma and regrets can impact someone's mental health.

The headmistress partially blamed herself because she should have seen that Bloom didn't just need some time, but she needed help. She needed guidance.

Farah finally reached the bench, and she admitted that she waited for Bloom to already be there.

Bloom was sitting on the bench, and at the same side, she sat during their previous conversation in this place and was looking at the school's grounds.

Farah slowly approached and sat down next to Bloom. "Good afternoon, Bloom. I hope you are feeling better."

The girl nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes, I do. Thank you again, Miss Dowling. I don't know what I would have done without you."

The woman smiled, gently patting Bloom's back. "It was the least I could do for you, Bloom...."

The girl smiled at her. "You don't owe me anything, miss Dowling."

Farah gently sighted as she gazed affectionately at the younger girl. "I'm aware, Bloom. However, I shall express my worry for your well-being."

Bloom frowned. "Miss Dowling. Only one of us came back from the dead, and that's not me. How have you been?"

The woman titled her head to the side. "You're avoiding the topic."

The redhead shook her head with an incredulous expression. "I am not."

Farah raised an eyebrow. "Bloom... I know you. You are lying."

The girl's eyes widened. "I- Aisha is just jealous! She believes that if I study a bit more, which I am doing, I'm going to become your favorite, and she- she wishes to be just that."

The older woman sighed and messaged her temples. "Bloom... I care about all of my students equally."

Bloom shook her head and leaned closer to the headmaster. "However, I'm no mere student like everybody else. I have the dragon flame. I killed Rosalind. You love me a little mo-"

Farah silenced the girl with a wave of her hand. The woman looked deep into Bloom's eyes. "So, this is what's all about? You and Aisha fighting for my affection? I can understand why Aisha is trying to be on my good side. She wants to succeed me after all... But you Bloom? You have done more than enough for me and the school?"

Bloom bited her lower lip and looked at the ground. She couldn't tell her the truth. "I- I just really value you. You mean a lot to-"

"Bloom." The woman cut her off. Her voice was serious.

Th girl swallowed hard, expecting her professor's rage. "Yes?"

Farah sighed and took Bloom's hand. "Pushing people away will get you nowhere."

Bloom shook her head quickly. "You don't understand, miss Dowling."

The woman intertwined their fingers. "As a matter of fact.... I think I do. You are still blaming yourself for everything."

Bloom looked at the elder woman with teary eyes. "I- No. Miss Dowling, I just wished to show you my appreciation for everything you have done for me."

Farah smiled sadly at the girl. "I appreciate that. But do you know what I would prefer more?"

Bloom shook her head. "What is it?" She asked excitedly.

The headmistress patted the girl's head. "For you to accept your mistake and move on."

The fire fairy's face fell. "But-"

"No buts! You made a mistake, and you fixed it. I'm so proud of you for achieving just that. There's no need to put yourself and your friends under all of this pain, pressure, and suffering." Farah cut the girl off.

Bloom looked at the woman with a sad facial expression. "Miss Dowling... I've done horrible things..."

The mind fairy shook her head as she took Bloom's face on her left hand. Her right hand was still wrapped around Bloom's left one. "Taking two terrible lives and saving over a thousand isn't considered as a horrible thing Bloom." The woman retorted.

A tear run down Bloom's cheek. The girl's whisper was barely heard as her voice shook. "I killed you."

Farah's eyes widened. The woman shook her head as she immediately pulled the girl into a tight hug. "No. No. No. Rosalind killed me, Bloom. You had nothing to do with it."

Bloom started crying in her professor's arms as Farah could do nothing but rub her back and whisper soothing words, assuring the girl of her heroic actions and her lack of involvement in her murder.

When Bloom's tears slowed down, the student looked up at the elder woman. "Can I... at least do something to show you how sorry I am?"

Farah smiled and caressed her cheek. "I believe that bringing me back to life and protecting Saul when he needed it is more than enough."

Bloom chuckled and pressed her head against her chest.

Farah hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

Things would never be as they used to in the very beginning, but from now on, neither of them would mind it.

It was for the best.