#winx one shot

[ha1taniwh0re]

Hi, how are you? I hope you are fine 😊 could you write a Valtor x reader smut if you're comfortable with it?

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He took my....

I woke up in dark room, when I wanted to move myself I felt I was tied up to bed.

"What the?"

"Ah you are finally awake" a familiar voice said.

I looked up and saw my host.

"Valtor..."

"Hey there little fairy. How are you?"

"What do you want?"

"Well so many things but first I want you, your body, your lips"

I looked a little bit shocked. He walked to me and untied me. This is suspicious. He took my chin in his fingers, looking at my lips and eyes. I blushed a little. Even tho he is a villian he is handsome. All of the sudden I felt his lips touching mine. I kissed him back. He took me in his hands and teleported us to bedroom. He put me on bed and just with a second my clothes where on floor.

"Not fair, don't use magic". I said and he smirked.

"Babe Im villian, I don't follow rules"

He snapped his fingers and his clothes were gone too. He got on top of me and started kissing my neck and went lower and lower when he got to my private part. I felt his tongue giving me the pleasure that sent me to heaven. After a few moments I came on his face.

"I haven't even use my fingers love and you give me dessert" he smirked.

"Please Valtor"

"Please what my fairy?"

"I need you"

"aww a needy fairy, come here love"

He put me in his lap and entered me. He was huge, but I was also virgin.

"IT HURTS!!" I cryed.

He was kissing my neck.

"Shhhh it will disappear soon love, trust me"

He started to move my hips and after a few seconds pain disappeared just like he said. I started to move faster and faster but when I was close he put me off his lap.

"on four baby"

I did what he told me and felt him entering me again. This time he started to move faster than before and in few minutes we both finished yelling each others names. We layed down and I got back to reality.

"Omg a villian took my v-card!!"

"I was so gentle you can't complain" He chuckled.

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[randomimaginesideas]

In the end we're all alone (Valtor x reader) One shot

Summary;  You are Bloom’s sister, despite not being the keeper of the dragon flame, you are a strong fairy with passion in your heart. But fire is all consuming, and can leave ugly scars in one’s mind. But when you come across a person who knows just how to add fuel to the fire, can you resist or do you destroy everything you love?

A/N; Remember when I said that I would post a one-shot a couple of weeks ago in that same week. Well, it’s a bit later but it’s here.

Somebody asked me if they could request a Valtor x reader, and I said yes. I liked the idea, and that’s where this fic came from. To keep the surprise on what will happen in this one shot I made a brief summary. 

Trigger warnings; Manipulative Valtor, slight stalking, jealousy, open ending

Most people would be overjoyed when it turns out that one of their lost sisters returns to you after so many years. And don’t get me wrong, at first I was overjoyed. The day Faragonda had called me to her office, and announced that Bloom had returned to Magix. She had been hiding on Earth. Or rather, she had grown up there, unaware of the power she held, and the history of her family. Our family, and we are the only two left of Domino. 

Bloom was a few minutes older than me, making her the keeper of the dragon flame. Our big sister Daphne had saved us both when Domino was attacked. The difference being that she had sent me to Faragonda, knowing that the Ancestral Witches probably wouldn’t come after me since I held no real power. At least no power like the dragon flame. To hide Bloom from the witches she had sent Bloom to earth, a magic-less place. Faragonda sent me to live with a family on Solaria, knowing the family would take good care of me. My adoptive parents were kind and gentle people, who raised me as if I were their own, and told me, along with Faragonda, the truth about my heritage. And then it was time for me to go to Alfea, where a few days later I discovered my sister was alive. 

And like I mentioned, at first I was overjoyed not being the sole survivor of Domino, and Bloom was a nice girl, who accepted me for who I was. We lived comfortably, she had her own friends, the Winx club, and I had my own. But things started to go downhill very quickly. I am not a jealous person by nature, but when your sister becomes the center of attention, the most important person in the whole magic dimension thoughts will get the better of you. Because in the end, I was just the fairy of fire, nowhere near powerful enough to compete with Bloom. Everything took a turn for the worst when Bloom and I had to duel in a battle, to test our strength. She was able to easily take me out, her dragon flame consuming my own. It was until after the battle, and she had received all the compliments she had gotten that she bothered to ask if I was alright. 

I started hanging out with Bloom and her friends more, losing touch with my own. I just wanted to have with Bloom did, a close friend group who stood by each other no matter what, and maybe show that I was strong, like she was. The winx accepted me easily as I was Bloom’s sister, and a sister of Bloom was a friend of theirs. But maybe it was the fact that I wanted to be accepted, that I didn’t notice the distance there still was between the rest of the winx and me. That they weren’t really my friends. 

But even though I was jealous, she was still my sister. So when she was kidnapped by Lord Darkar I didn’t hesitate to offer the winx my help to save her. During the fight the Trix had been able to beat me, not without a fight, but even with my Charmix they had been able to defeat me. I had been separated from the winx, and saw my chance to flee from the Trix who decided they had more important things to attend to. That’s when I stumbled through Darkar’s library. The books screamed dark magic, but they also screamed power. The moment I had picked up a book I felt the power surge through me, promising everything that I was and could be. I admit, I was weak. The promise of becoming stronger, of being worthy of my sister made the decision for me. With a spell I had learned when I was younger, I transported multiple books to a box in my dorm room, which only I got open with a spell. It’s where I kept my most prized possessions.

The winx, and mostly Sky, managed to save Bloom from Darkars hold. That night, I snuck into the woods outside of Alphea with a book in hand, and tried out my first dark spell. It felt wrong, my body felt wrong, as if it was pushing me to stop trying, but I was determined, and when the spell finally worked the impact it had on the trees surrounding me was far greater than any other spell I had. And that was when the first seed had been planted in my brain. I could do this, I could become stronger than I was now. And so I practiced. 

***

It didn’t take long for another villain to rise up, and claim power over the magic dimension. This time it was a man by the name of Valtor, a powerful sorcerer, set on becoming stronger and taking over the magic dimension. He had escaped the omega dimension together with the Trix, and had taken over Andros. The Winx had made this elaborate plan to go to Andros and face Valtor, leaving Stella behind to create a diversion at the school. I came along, as Layla had always been one of the nicer Winx to me, and I didn’t want the same thing to happen to Andros, as it had with Domino. 

After traveling to Andros, fighting the enslaved mermaids, and finding out the Trix had escaped the omega dimension as well, I found myself holding my sister as the platform raised from the ground. Icy had attacked her in the back, the rest of the winx immediately started fighting her, but I flew after my sister as I watched her hit the water and I dived in after her. Water dripped down the columns of the ruined castle, as I assumed it had been just that, and from the edge a man appeared.

I had to admit that at first glance the man was a beautiful sight. He was tall, a lot taller than I was even in my heels. His long golden hair looked sleek and well kept, and he had this dangerous aura around him, tempting just like the books in the Dark Phoenix library had. Everything about the man screamed at me that I should run away, that he was dangerous, but another part, the same part that had made me pick up the Dark books, wanted to talk to the man, find out more about him. But his predatory gaze on my sister told me I had to hold him back. 

My eyes glanced in the direction of the winx, who were too caught up in battle to watch me, or Bloom. “Dark fire.” I whispered as I held out my hand in Valtor’s direction, as to not draw attention to the dark spell I just cast. A smirk came on the man’s face as he easily held out his hand and caught the fire ball, with purple flames, in his hand and extinguished it. “Nice trick, but I can do better.” Was all he said before he held out his hand again, and the same fireball came back at me, knocking me in the chest and off the platform. 

Musa was the one to get me out of the water, and was able to cover my eyes just in time as a bright light came from the platform my sister and Valtor had just been standing on. When the light faded we all flew down to the platform. I was glad to see my sister was safe and sound, even though I was jealous sometimes. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to her, but Layla was a different case. Valtor hadn’t only taken her planet from her, but her eyesight as well. 

***

Valtor watched, arms folded together, as he stood in front of his scrying orb. Inside he could see the image of the little fire fairy. It wasn’t the redhead who held the dragon flame, although he kept a close eye on her as well. No, tonight the object of his interests was Bloom’s younger sister. 

Valtor couldn’t say for certain if she was part of their so-called Winx club. He had only seen her once, and now as he looked into the orb he could see a distance between the girls. Standing off to the side of the room, leaning against a table, while the others were gathered in the middle of the room, lying on the couch in their pajamas. “We’ll find a way to get your eyesight back, Aisha. And we won’t rest until you will.”

“What are you looking at?” Icy’s voice caught Valtor’s attention, glancing over his shoulders to see the Trix walk in. They’d just gotten back from a mission he’d send them on to Andros to cause trouble, to let them give their new powers a try. Before Valtor could answer Darcy had made her way towards the scrying orb. “What do you want with her?” She asked, curious as to why the orb would be following the spare domino princess as she walked towards her room.

Valtor could see the remaining two sisters also look into his orb. “Yeah, is one domino princess not enough for you?” Stormy commented, which earned her a glare from Valtor, but also from her sisters. 

“Not that it is any of your business, but this little fairy caught my attention the last time we fought.” Valtor waved his hand over the orb, and in it came the memory he had of standing on that platform, the fireball infused with dark magic - indicated from the purple glow coming from the flames-  coming towards him. “A fairy using dark magic?” Icy asked skeptically, as walked closer to the orb. The memory fading, and going back to present time where the fire fairy had made her way towards her bedroom, and towards a chest on the foot of her bed. 

The four of them watched as the fire fairy opened the chest with a spell and proceeded to grab a few books out of it. She placed them all around her, and then grabbed a notebook she also had in the chest. It was clear that she was translating some of the ancient books, or writing down the spells so she wouldn’t have to transfer the whole book with her. “Huh, don’t those books look familiar to you, sisters?” Darcy commented as she glanced at the rest of the Trix. Valtor briefly looked up from the orb, before returning his gaze back to it.

“Yeah, you think this little fairy is a little thief as well as just an overall nuisance?” Icy replied. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Valtor let the orb some in closer, to see the contents of the books more clearly. He knew that the Trix had worked for Darkar before him, and that the temple had been destroyed. He also knew that the Winx were the reason Darkar had died. He hadn’t expected a fairy to take some of the spell books the Dark Phoenix had in possession. Spells he could very well use himself, if only to make sure nobody else had them. It did explain how the fairy was able to cast the spell she did. Valtor felt himself getting deep in thought as the Trix continued their conversation.

“I’ve never seen a fairy use dark magic with her own free will.”

“Desperate sounds more like it.”

“What, are you surprised? You know how much she wants to be like Bloom. Now she’s even turning to dark magic like Bloom did.”

Valtor’s head snapped up, looking directly at Stormy. “What did you say?” Stormy felt herself getting nervous under Valtor’s piercing gaze. Not sure if the look Valtor was giving her was because he was angry, or curious. She sometimes found his emotions difficult to read. 

“Uhm, she’s turning to dark magic like Bloom did.” If Valtor was surprised by that fact his face didn’t show it. “When?” Was all he asked.

The Trix continued to explain about how Darker had captured Bloom by using one of his henchmen to infiltrate Alfea. And how Darkar casted something he called ‘enchanted darkness’ over Bloom's heart, resulting in her switching sides. They mentioned how much stronger she was then compared to her now, and that the Winx only managed to get her back to her normal self because of; “ugh…friendship and love.”

As Valtor heard the story he watched the second living domino princess, as she was alone in her room, making notes of the spellworks while the Winx were still where they had been previously, all together. “Something tells me that won’t be a problem here.”

***

A couple days had passed since that day on Andros when I’d seen Valtor. Aisha had even gotten her Enchantix and eyesight back all in the span of a few days. Luckily all in time for the party that would be happening on Eraklyon. Even as a child I had been invited to attend some of the more high end parties, seeing as I was still a princess of Domino. The invite was more of a formality, as there was no Domino more I would have been representing. But now Bloom also got invited to these types of parties. Me and Stella had helped Bloom the first time she had to attend one of these types of celebrations, and how the proceedings would go.

Bloom knew that I would still get an invite to the party, and I suppose it was kind of her to invite me along when Sky dropped by to bring the winx their personal invitations. But I couldn’t help but feel the small sting that act caused me. Did Bloom really think that I wouldn’t go to the party if she didn’t ask me to tag along? Or did she assume I wouldn’t get one because she was the keeper of the dragon flame? 

I tried not to let my mind get the better of me regarding the situation. Bloom had a lot of things on her mind, perhaps she had forgotten that the two of them would have gotten an invitation regardless.

To keep my mind off the situation I had brought my notebook with me towards the forest surrounding Alfea. I had spent the last couple of days in the woods during nightfall. One of the new spells I’d learned let me sneak back into Alfea without Griselda noticing, so I had more time to study. Every time I returned from the woods I felt stronger, and I was sure that the next time Bloom and I were put together to duel in class I would win despite her having the power of the dragon flame.

I ended up in the open meadow a bit farther from the school grounds where I had been practicing almost every night. I pulled my notebook from the bag I had been carrying with me, and made it float in the air, pages open and on eyesight. Rereading the spell, and studying the drawings of the hand movements that I had made earlier, I focused on a nearby tree. “Withering fire.” Black smoke shot from my hands reaching the tree. As the smoke consumed the tree I could see the leaves turning brown, and the tree bark shriveling and falling off the tree.

“Impressive.”  Startled, I turned around, my hand still raised in the direction the face had come from. I found Valtor leaning against a tree, his arms crossed casually in front of him. “Valtor.” I said, keeping my hand raised. “You remembered my name. Impressive.” He replied nonchalantly, pushing himself away from the tree and sauntering towards me

“What do you want? The winx aren’t here so you’re out of luck.” I retorted, earning a chuckle from Valtor. His head tilted slightly to the side, as if in pity. “Is that what you assume of everyone? That they come to you for the Winx? No, my dear. I’m here for you actually.” I just looked at him skeptically, waiting for the Trix to arrive any minute and attack me. “Your little trick the other day caught my attention. It’s not often a fairy throws dark magic at your face.” 

“There is more where that came from.” I answered, proud that my voice didn’t betray the fear I was feeling. Because just as he had remembered she had thrown dark magic around I remembered how well he had been able to reduce her spell to nothing. “How hostile, and here I thought you fairies were all about love and peace.” He countered right back. I couldn't help the humorless laugh that escaped my mouth. “As you’ve perhaps noticed I’m not like most fairies.”

Valtor’s expression darked, a predatory smile coming onto his face. Goosebumps started on my skin as he looked at me like that. As if I was the prey who had walked right into his trap, and he had me cornered, just the way he had wanted too. “Funny you should mention that because it is exactly the reason why I am here.”

Valtor snapped his fingers, and feet started to get heavier like my muscles and bones were turning into stone, keeping me locked in place. “Hey, what are you,-” Valtor disappeared in front of me, and before I knew it I could feel his presence behind me but with my feet locked to the ground I couldn’t turn around. One of his gloved hands reached for my hair and pushed it over one shoulder so it was out of the way as he leaned closer and whispered into my ear.

“You impress me. A powerful fairy like you I could use by my side. Imagine all the things you would be capable of doing. You think you learn from those books you keep locked in your room, but I will show you what real power is like.” Along with the goosebumps a shiver ran down her spine. How did he know she kept those books in her room? Had he been spying on her? And if he knew this about her, what else did he know? Not about her but about the winx as well.

And I hated to admit it that his offer was tempting. She had seen the power Valtor was capable off and the possibility of him teaching her was very tempting. But I also knew that it wouldn’t last. The good would always win from the bad. And as long as she remained on the good side, she could dip her toe in the bad, even if just for a few dark spells. But if she would betray the wink, she would close that door forever. She would never fit in with them, and she would lose her sister all over again.

“No. No, you don’t mean that. You just want to use me like you use everybody else. And the moment you’re gone I will tell Miss Faragonda and the Winx you were here and they will get you.” Valtor laughed as he stepped away from behind her and into her view again, still laughing. “And what will you tell them you were doing out here? The truth? That you are secretly a user of dark magic, the magic that is currently destroying most of their home planets. I think you keep forgetting that the winx’s are Bloom’s friends, not yours. To them you are just an extra, a charity case to keep around.”

I flinched at this words, but I tried not to let them get to me. “They will see that I was just trying to protect myself, protect them.” I tried to reason, but Valtor just shook his head. “You keep telling yourself that. My offer still stands, but I think it’s time for you to figure out what you really want.” And with that he disappeared again, and the spell on my legs disappeared.

I sank through my knees, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes. Figure out what you really want he’d said.

“I just don’t want to be alone anymore.” I whispered crying into the dark. 

[twice-my-age-simp]

Guilty as sin 1/2

FarahDowlingxFemReader

Warnings: (a little) smut, fluff, just talking now

Summary: You've worked in Alfea for some time now and you were a good friend with Farah, Saul and Ben. However your feelings towards weren't so platonic.

Word count: 1.6k

Gif is not mine

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Your hand went above you to grasp the pillow and the other slipped into her hair, roughly tugging on it. Your soft gasps and whimpers began to fall into loud, long moans. Fingers drew patterns on your hip bones, firmly holding your hips down on the mattress. You lifted your head a little bit only to see waves of golden strands buried between your thighs.

Your breatch hitched in your throat. It couldn't be... Your gaze drove to hands on your hips. You would recognise those hands anywhere, at any time. That little tattoo on one finger.

Farah...

You suddenly became aware of every sensation, every touch. The feeling of her strong and warm hands on your skin, the feeling of her soft, long hair against your thigh. You arched in your back, a shaky moan elicited from your lips as her tongue hit the right spot. It felt like she knew her lover's body like her own, if not better. Like she had done it many times before, but not with a random person but with you. She knew your weak spots, right moves to make you moan and squirm. She knew where to put her hands, where to grab, where to trace her fingers against your skin. Where she should be gentle and where she could be less gentle.

You stirred in your sleep, moaning out loud her name, and that's when your own voice broke you from your dreamland. Your eyes shot open and you swiftly sat up, panting. You ran a hand through your damp hair. Slightly surprised, your fingers moved across your forehead, also damp with sweat. You looked around the room and everything looked exactly the same. Same room. Same bed. But there was one difference. The most heartbreaking one.

You were completely alone.

You had no idea if you should feel guilty or ashamed. And you also had no absolute idea why you dreamed about her... dreamed about something like this. Yes, you liked her. Really liked her. You fantasised about Farah. Many times. And yes... yes, you had dreams like that, a lot of them. But none of them was so intense, so real... so nice.

You shook your head, tryingto comeback to consciousness. No, you could not think about her like that. She was your boss. She was your friend. A good one.

But maybe you shouldn'tfeel like that at all. It's not a crime to have dreams like that. Not with your boss and friend, though. Well, maybe it would have passed with a boss, a friend, however, was a completely different story. You valued your friendship too much to act on your feelings. She was always so caring, so nice, you didn't want to lose her just because of some stupid crush.

Well, at first, you thought it was a crush. But it must have developed through time.

Fukcing feeling. Always so complicated and always complicating something.

You picked your phone up from the nightstand and looked at the screen. 3 a.m. You let out a sigh of relief, you could go back to sleep. And your lack of sleep could be a good excuse to explain your enthusiasm for sleep. Or just your love for it. But not this time. You mind started wandering into future, the beginning of classes to be more specific. You always met Farah before the door to your class. At first it was a total accident, then it happened again and again, and it became some sort of ritual for you two. Farah always asked how you slept, what your plans are for the lunch break and about your dreams. You could lie, of course. And that's where the problem appears.

You could not lie to her.

Not because you didn't want to, you just couldn't. If you had committed a crime and she asked you if you did it, you would have told her the truth without hesitation. And with that thought you fell asleep.

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You walked through the halls of Alfea. You thought if you could even call it walking, more like running. You overslept and thank gods, no more dream came tonight. A dreamless sleep.

Did it help you? Of course, it didn't. You were nervous as fuck and also mad at yourself for being nervous. It was just a shameless dream, you couldn't really control it. Happened. Who knows, maybe Farah had a dream like this about you.

You stopped and raised your eyebrows at your own thoughts. Farah Dowling having dreams like this about you? How the fuck did you come up with this idea. Your head tilted to the right. It was possible. You needed to start doing something immediately or your mind will start coming up with other thoughts.

You started walking again, at normal pace now. Your routine was to come before students and there were times when you waited for half an hour for them. You pulled your papers out of your bag, looking through them and reading what you prepared for the lessons. You were almost at the door when a known voice welcomed your ears.

"Good morning."

You looked up from the papers and your eyes landed on Farah. She stood with crossed arms and a small smile on her face. A long black skirt covered up her long legs. She wore black heels that complimented her figure. The difference in your heights was visible even when she didn't wear heels.

"Hi" You answered with a smile of your own. The travels of your eyes did not go unnoticed by Farah. She arched a brow and uncrossed her arms, putting her hands on her hips. You blushed a little after you realized you didn't were as smug as you thought. "How are you?"

"Good, thank you." Farah nodded and her gaze moved to the papers in your hands. "Something interesting for our students today?"

"Same old crap about the same old topics that are taught for years." Farah looked at you in a surprise, but a smile never left her lips. You looked at her face and started laughing. "I'm sorry, I meant 'some really important and interesting topics that students are learning for years now.'"

"Better. However..." Farah's eyes drove back up to you. "I'm a little concern. You? Late? I don't mean late late, but much later than you always arrive. What happened? A squirrel crept into your room during night and messed around?"

You could see a smirk threatening to appear on her lips. You grinned back, acting completely nonchalant. "Not a squirrel, but a really good dre... dreamless sleep." You nodded your head, trying to convince yourself that it was the truth. You didn't lie. You just did not mention a little detail. Unimportant.

Farah moved to stand next to you and have a look on the words on the paper that you hold. A smell of her shampoo and perfumes was like a balsam for your nostrils. You could smell vanilla, a mix of flowers and honey. You were in love with this smell. You were in love with Farah.

"You looked like you could use some good sleep lately. I know that as your boss I should be glad that you're working like this, but as your friend, darling, you should relax." Her face was right next to you as she leaned closer, but her eyes weren't focused on the words anymore but on your face. You met her gaze and opened mouth to say something, but no words came out.

She was close. So close. You could just lean a little bit forward and your lips would meet-

Suddenly you became aware of the noise and movements around you. You weren't alone. You were at school with students and some teachers around you. A flick of realization coursed in her eyes. Farah took a step back, straightening her back. She looked around and then back at you. "Me, Saul and Ben are meeting after lessons in my office. Valentine's Day party, students begged for it. Do you want to join us?"

A proposition didn't really surprise you because you had good contact with the trio. Although you were younger than them, you loved spending time with them and it seemed like they liked your company too.

"Yes, I would love to. Right after the lessons?"

"No . I'll come for you." Farah smiled softly and her head turned around when a group of students passed by us, saying 'good morning'. "I won't keep you longer or students will get mad." Corner of her lips slightly moved up. "And paperwork won't do it itself."

"I think students wouldn't mind having more free time in the morning. Paperwork could be more uncooperative."

Farah chuckled at that. "See you later." Her hand, which was laying on your shoulder for some time now, brushed against your neck as Farah started walking away. You caught a glimpse of her hand. Her fingers. Her tattoo. The same hand that was holding you down in your dream.

You said yes to see them tonight. And you were sure there will be whiskey or something like this and it was Valentine's Day. Your thoughts drifted to Saul. He knew. He knew too much for his and your own good. And that was a secret you both kept from Farah for some time. Ben knew too, but he wouldn't say anything you didn't wish for Farah to know. Saul on the other hand was very keen on telling her from the beginning. Valentine's Day plus alcohol plus Saul and things he knew equal troubles.

For you at least.

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Happy Valentine's Day! Sorry for being so inactive but I had absolutely no ideas and no motivation. Sometimes I don't have time to think about it. But I'll try. ❤️

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Pandora Paradox

Summary: Bloom learns that her girlfriend might be autistic when she asks about her favorite movies. 

AN: Bestowing autism upon Icy because I have autism. apologies if thus one isn't as quality as some of my other fics I typed it on my phone at an airport after pulling an all nighters. Whoops, no braincells.

Will post this on Ao3 when I am not on my phone.

Icy likes to sit on the left side which is a fine enough arrangement because Bloom preferes the right. She had tried to mix things up once and Icy had left the restaurant; Bloom supposes that she should have known that, “Bloom if you don’t let me sit in that spot right now, I will walk home” was not a bluff. Icy has always been pretty damn stubborn.

And so Bloom takes her spot on the sofa’s right cushion. She imagines that Icy will be even more particular now that they are in her apartment.

There is a lot to look at here; the walls are covered in horror movie and band posters. She recognizes some of the movies but almost none of the bands. There are figurines to match those movie posters and a pretty dark blue guitar that Bloom isn’t sure Icy can actually play as well as lots of ice sculptures, decorative skulls, and incense burners. There are other trinkets too; bones, old looking keys, mini-cauldrons, what appears to be a handmade broom, and a few crystals that may or may not be authentic. 

“Hey so, it’s kind of cold in here.” She remarks of the temperature.

Icy nods. “As it should be.” 

Bloom blinks. Icy stares back. Bloom coughs. Icy stares. “Um…?”

“Yeah?”

“I said that it’s cold in here.”

“And I replied that that’s how it should be.” Icy nods and takes her spot on the sofa. 

“I was hoping that you could get me a blanket or something. You do have blankets for guests, right?” Why does Bloom get the sense that she does not? Probably because witches aren’t exactly known for their hospitality. 

“I have blankets for Darcy and Stormy.”

“Can I borrow one?”

Icy shrugs. “At your own peril.” 

“I’ll take the risk.” Bloom decides. 

Icy gets up and tosses her a blanket. If the storm clouds with the angry faces on them are anything to go by, this one belongs to Stormy. She sits back down and pulls out her phone. Usually she texts Darcy and Stormy, sometimes she plays games. The sort of games that have plenty of blood and parental advisory warnings. Bloom tells her about her day and inquires about hers. Icy doesn’t even pretend to be invested in Bloom’s story and replies simply that her day was ‘uneventful’ and ‘pretty boring’. 

“Well are you enjoying the weather? Winter is almost here.”

Icy nods. “I guess. Yeah it’s fine.” 

Bloom sighs. She swears that, somehow, Icy was a lot easier to communicate with when they were taunting and insulting each other across any given battlefield. She is starting to think that the witch doesn’t know how to communicate in any other way. Small talk seems to agitate her but how else are they supposed to get to know each other?

A lot of the time Bloom wonders how she’d managed to start a relationship with Icy when she doesn’t make conversation easy. She thinks that it is nothing short of a miracle that the two of them have made it three months now. 

“Soooo-o…what movie is that poster for? It looks interesting.” 

Icy looks up from her phone to see where Bloom is pointing. 

For the first time in about a week the witch’s eyes light up. “Oh that. That’s a limited edition print of the third unreleased poster for the first Thorn Noose movie. It was the image that they were originally going to use for the 1992 release but they scrapped it for the version of the photo where the noose is simply hanging in the background rather than around Sybilla’s neck. It is signed by several of the actresses, including Sybilla’s, and the film director.”

“That sounds like it was hard to come by.”

Icy nods. “Darcy, Stormy and I spent the night at the theater so that we could be first in line on the premiere date. The first thirteen people in line got to meet the cast and some crew members. I have the meet and greet photos, they’re in that album on top of the decorative box. The one between the two rows of DVDs. It’s a prop box from the Pandora Paradox franchise.” 

Bloom nods along. “And what’s that movie about?’

“Thorn Noose or Pandora Paradox?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Thorn Noose is about a woman who was hung using a thorny vine. She was killed after being falsely accused of murdering her own children. She haunts the forest that she was murdered in. She usually takes the form of a raven.” She pauses. “The Pandora Paradox franchise is a bit more complicated. It’s more of a psychological horror film. One of those where you have to pay attention to every single detail and moment or else you will be completely lost. It’s sort of like…” She hums to herself. “We should watch it today. This is a movie that can’t be explained it has to be watched.”

She makes her way around the room, pointing at poster after poster and sharing how she had acquired the poster and what movie or band it is for. The largest band poster is, apparently, a band that had made the soundtrack for a movie called ‘Dread Knot.’ The movie had been named after the band too.

And that’s how Icy is sometimes—grumpy and untalkative until the correct topic is brought up. Bloom doesn’t mind letting her ramble. Not at all, it is rather charming really. Even if Bloom struggles to get a word in, it is rather nice to see Icy in a more chipper mood. 

She pulls a prop dagger off of the wall and lets Bloom hold it. And she lets Bloom look through her CD collection. 

At least now Bloom has a good idea of how to make conversation with her. It’s a start but she would like to be able to talk about their days and silly things like favorite foods and colors. For the time being she continues to ask Icy questions about each movie and band. She probably won’t remember all of it, but she can’t imagine that Icy would have a problem talking about it again. She has a whole lot of opinions about a whole lot of characters and about which sequels were necessary and which ones were just awful. 

It is, Bloom decides to herself, rather precious. She will never say it out loud, lest Icy never show enthusiasm about anything ever again. Regardless, it is up there on her list of things that are kind of cute.

And then they are watching Pandora Paradox and Bloom, despite giving it very intense and undivided attention, has no idea what is going on. Which is fine by Icy who rather enthusiastically takes her through every plotpoint until Bloom, after several yawns and a few glances at the bedroom door, mentions that she is getting sleepy. 

.oOo.

Sometimes she lies awake and overthinks things. It is fairly easy to do. The day had gone well enough. But she thinks that she has gone overboard again. She doesn’t particularly like bringing people over to her apartment because her apartment is comfy. And when she gets comfortable she lets her guard down. And when she lets her guard down her facade starts to crumble. She has worked rather hard to build it up. It is fairly effortless to keep it in place, usually a good glower coupled with a standoffish demeanor does the trick but Bloom has gotten used to that demeanor and tends to just ignore it. She takes disgruntled and aggressive expressions as some sort of challenge. 

The fairy in question is snoring quite loudly next to her and Icy finds herself gritting her teeth. It is such an ugly, grating sound.

Icy rubs her hands over her face. Just as she is about to give the fairy a good jab Bloom's eyelids flutter and she stretches her arms. “You're still awake?”

“You snore really loudly.” Icy mutters. But that isn't the only thing that keeps her awake tonight. 

“You could try a silencing spell.”

“Yeah.”

She casts it less for the sake of ceasing the snoring and more for the sake of evading the questions that Bloom comes to ask the next morning. 

The interrogation begins innocently enough. With a batting of her lashes and a. “why don’t you talk about the things that you enjoy more often?”

Because once she starts, she usually never stops and people at Cloud Tower don’t take kindly to that. She only gets away with it when she slips up because she has the right interests this time around.

Icy shrugs.

“I hear witches talk about things they like all the time.”

B“Yes well…” They don't talk the way that she does. 

“Well what?”

She offers only another shrug.

“You are really mysterious all the time and  for no reason.”

“I have a perfectly good reason.” It is the reason that she has had for as she can remember. Mysterious is cool. It is dark and alluring. 

It keeps her safe.

A nice little mask to cover all of those traits that witches torment fairies and nerdier witches over.

“And what's that?” Bloom tilts her head.

She really ought to tell her the truth. But she hasn't even managed to admit it to Darcy and Stormy. 

To herself even.

“Are you actually secretly a really nice person?”

Icy scoffs. “Don't be ridiculous! I am not a nice person.”

Bloom hums, “if you say so.”

“If you're not a nice person then what are you?”

Icy gives a slight grimace. Sometimes she does feel like a what rather than a who. Sometimes she hates the human body and all of the sensations it comes with.

Sometimes she feels like a witch's body doesn't suit her at all. But she is nit like Mirta, she is no fairy. She is no specialist either. They are all human in shape. Sometimes she feels like a void or a black hole swirling with snowflakes. Sometimes she thinks that that form would better match whatever she has going on in her mind.

That thing that she tries so hard to keep in her head.

That thing that comes out when she gets too comfortable.

Bloom's face falls. “Careless question?”

“Maybe.” 

.oOo.

Getting her to talk is damn near impossible. Bloom supposes that she shouldn't be surprised, Icy isn't exactly forthcoming, especially about things that embarrass her. 

And Bloom can always tell when she is uncomfortable; she stops looking at her, starts tapping around on her phone instead. 

“You're hiding something from me.”

It isn't a question.

“Yes.” Icy replies simply. She frowns slightly and mutters, “from everyone.”

“Everyone?”

Icy twirls her hair around her pointer. She likes to do this, usually when she is bored. Sometimes she braids and I braids her hair just to braid it again.

“Well what is it? Why aren't you telling it to anyone?”

“Because it…I need people to see me as I like to be seen. I don't need you looking at me differently.”

“You stole my magic and tried to very aggressively take over Magix. I don't think that anything you can tell me will change the way I see you.”

“Actually it will.”

“Icy, I've seen Stella stuffing her bra with pillowcases. I don't look at her differently.”

This does not draw the laugh that Bloom had been hoping for. Instead she swears that she sees the witch bite lower lip.

“I'm autistic…” she puts a greater effort into staring at her phone screen. She looks up for a moment. “You don’t look surprised.”

 

“Because I'm not.” She shrugs. “You have this sort of energy. Musa would call it a vibe.”

“A vibe?”

Bloom nods. “I've never met anyone like you before. It's kind of refreshing…even if I do have to put up without particular eating and sleeping habits and I suppose I will give you a pass on you offensive dislike of cheese pizza.”

“Right. Well, most people don't find it refreshing they find it aggravating and ridiculous.” Icy folds her arms.

“So what? You just act aloof, mysterious, and mean to keep people from judging you?”

Icys face seems to falling Bloom cringes. She had always imagine there would be at least a slight sense of triumph in hurting the witch’s pride but the look on her face blows away the last lingering embers of resentment that Bloom had for her.

“I get it…” Bloom mumbles. “It's easier to do the judging and mocking than to be on the receiving end.” She pauses. “Well I guess that I don't get it because I kind of always let people say what they wanted to me. I would tell them to leave me alone and stuff but that never worked.”

“Yeah.” Icy mutters. She is quiet for a good while before confessing, “I used to be pretty open about it…the autism thing.”

“But then…”

“People are assholes so…” she shrugs 

“You became the asshole.”

“I prefer ‘bitch’ but ‘asshole’ works too.”

Bloom breathes a small sigh of relief. There's the sassy, sparky Icy she is so fond of. “You don't have to do that around me though. Or Darcy and Stormy for that matter.”

.oOo.

Icy swallows.

It does sound nice.

To be herself without so much polishing and refining.

Without so many restraints.

She hasn't had that in so long. 

“I don't think that Darcy and Stormy will take so well to that.”

Bloom quirks a brow. “Well I think that Darcy and Stormy have known you so long that they've already figured it out and they just don't want to make it weird.”

“Glad that you have no such restraints.” 

“You should be!” The fairy declares boldly. “It's liberating. Soon you'll have no problem being all kinds if dorky and…”

“Now your pushing it, pixie.”

Bloom raises her hands. “Or you can continue being g a super grumpy menace to society that is too cool for activities like roller disco.”

“Roller disco?”

“Slap on a pair of roller skates, dress in your favorite brightly colored nylon attire, and skate around a roller rink.”

“I'd rather let Clout Tower students take a guided tour of my apartment and…”

“Yes! That's right! Embrace your quirks!”

Icy sighs.

“Make Cloud Tower students pay you money to talk about your favorite subjects!”

Icy sighs again and flops back onto her mattress faces down.

“Just talk until you feel the shame vacating your body like your chance to take over Magix did!”

She holds up her middle finger. Bloom takes her hand and gives her finger a little kiss. 

“Or I can just be so whacky and unpredictable that nobody even pays attention to your bitterly disappointing aversion to pizza.”

“Don't make me regret confiding in you, pixie. I promise that you will rue doing so.”

“You won't regret it.” Bloom smiles in earnest. “This will be good for you. Trust me.”

“Maybe it will be.” She murmurs. She can’t say that she as truly tried to be unrepentantly herself. It would be nice, she thinks, to have a real sense of confidence instead of a false bravado. 

Witches are known for their quirks and oddities anyhow. She takes well to that crowd for exactly that.

She opens her mouth but ‘thank you’ sits so strangely on her tongue. Instead she says, “your advice was surprisingly unshitty today.”

“You're welcome!” Bloom pecks her on her cheek and her face flushes lightly.

[eldritchgray]

I've been thinking about a Winx au where Bloom's transformation is more were dragon fairy

I have ideas for her enchantix too, but idk if/when I'll get around to drawing it

[darlenicy]

Winx au where the Trix can decide whether to go to Light Rock or to the underwater prison on Andros after season 3. Icy and Stormy go straight away to Andros. Darcy however chose Light Rock. She's sick of her unsteady life and wants to build something new and safe instead of breaking out again, seeking chaos and losing to the Winx again.

[lynpheas]

When Flora closes her eyes, the Voice of Nature washes over her. The wind twirls around her, leaving crisp autumn leaves tangled in her hair. The pungent aroma of Magix flowers wafts toward her, and every blade of grass stands at attention in her direction. She feels them before she sees them — the familiar way their footsteps sink into the dirt — and when she turns around, she opens her eyes to — The sharp curve of their jaw, the soft set of their eyes, their pursed mouth. “Flora,” they say, the low timbre of their voice achingly familiar. “Helia,” Flora returns.

like one, two, three by lynpheas

Rating: G

Status: Complete

[adventuremaker21]

Gravity Winx: Freedom of Fashion

A Month of May-bel one shot from my winx club/gravity falls crossover AU, featuring the chaotic yet harmonic friendship between Stella and Mabel, two of the eight members of the Winx Club

(Takes place during the first semester of year one)

“Almost done…” Mabel said as she finished straightening her desk as she then saw a photo of her two closest friends from the summer, Candy and Grenda. She hopes they’re ok. As she sees the picture, she sniffles up a bit, missing them. At that moment, a knock was on her door.

“Hey sparkles!!” Stella said from the other side. “Mind if I come in?”

“Ooh, Stella? Yea, please!” Mabel said as she lets her in. Stella then sees that Mabel’s side is peak Mabel-core, while Dipper’s side is unkept due to his nature.

“Nothing says good feelings like a well decorated room, even if you have to share it with someone who once went 2 weeks without a shower,” Stella said, remembering it. As she did, she sees Mabel sniffling. “What’s wrong? Is dipper’s dirty laundry getting you you… like how it’s getting to me.”

Mabel wiped her eyes. “No no, not that. It’s just that… I miss my friends I made over the summer.”

“Ooh, your better parts!” Stella reminded herself. “I wish they could visit, but the last time someone tried to sneak non-relatives here, they all got turned into toads for a week thanks to Griselda the Ghool.”

“And if they get turned into toads, they’ll never forgive me!” Mabel then made herself more upset. “I wish I could contact them.”

“Hey hey, cheer up Mabel,” Stella said while hugging Mabel. “You’ll see them soon.” While she was hugging her, she got an idea. “Hey Mabel!! Wanna help me with this new dress I’m putting together? I’m having a bit of a brain block and need a second opinion, and I don’t trust anyone else in this dragon-forsaken universe except you for this.”

“Wait, really? Not even your closest fashion advisors?” Mabel asked curiously.

“Nope. They don’t have the vision you clearly have,” Stella said as she patted her head. “You have heart, you got spirit, and you got more fashion pizzazz then all of them put together.”

“Then what are you waiting for, let’s do it!!” Mabel yelled happily as the two of them went into Stella’s fashion studio, or known to her roommate Bloom, their shared bedroom.

“Luckily Bloom’s out for the day trying to figure out if that Diaspro girl from the Beta Academy is worth trusting,” Stella told her younger bestie.

“You mean the rock fairy who Bloom caught kissing her crush Sky?” Mabel remembered.

“That’s the one! Anywho, she won’t be back until way later tonight, so let’s go ham!” Stella declared as she showed Mabel what she has so far. It was a long orange dress with a feathery tail behind it

“It’s got a certian… aviary theme to its delicate design,” Mabel inspected as she thought of an idea. “WE SHOULD ADD GLITTER!!”

“Of course, glitter!!” Stella exclaimed. “I knew it was missing something!! And while we’re on it, we should give it matching arm bands that look like wings!!”

“With pretty designs that make it look peacock like?” Mabel offered.

“I don’t know what a peacock is, but if it’s based off of the Solarian Eyewatcher Bird, then I am all over it!” Stella accepted as the two began their great work, with their harmonized mindsets and visions coming together to create something… unique. Something that screams the unbreakable bond between these two Winx fairies.

“We should add a smoke machine!” Mabel suggested.

“And jewels to help the feathers shine,” Stella added.

“And fans so see show that your outfit can fly in place,” Mabel also added.

“AND DRESS POCKETS SO YOU WON'T BE WEIGHED DOWN BY HANDBAGS!!” Both Mabel and Stella suggested at the same time, gasping as they truly understood one another.

“You are now my new bestie,” Stella said as she pulled Mabel into a hug.

“I thought Bloom was your bestie,” Mabel asked her.

“Ok, yea, all the winx club are my besties, but you’re my fashion bestie!! Bloom’s my magic bestie, Musa is my revenge bestie, dipper is my paranormal bestie, Flora is my potions bestie, tecna is my social media bestie, and Layla is my royal bestie!” Stella listed out without taking a breath.

“Aaawwwww, thank you!!” Mabel said as she hugged Stella again. “It actually meant alot to do this today.”

“No problem,” Stella told her as she got another idea. “And tell you what, one day when we’re not swamped with annoying homework or Trix-centric shenagans, why don’t I help you see your two summer friends and tell them the truth of what you are.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Mabel agreed as a new pact was created between these two.

“Then it’s a promise. I’ll help you see Gummy and Grettel, or my name isn't Stella Straffi,” Stella proclaimed.

“Their names are Candy and Grenda, Stella,” Mabel corrected her.

[imhereformr]

Don't go yet, I'll miss having you next to me for Rivusa pleaseeeee

“It’s better this way, right?”  

Riven nodded in agreement at her question as he buried his face in her hair. She felt what she assumed was a tear roll down the side of her neck, but she didn’t acknowledge it. Riven didn’t like to admit when he was crying, but then that was a trait they shared, wasn’t it? And at the moment, she was just as tearful as he was.  

Never in their almost five years together did Musa think that their breaking up would be mutual. She always assumed that if they broke up, it would be some big blowout fight that ended them. The possibility that they would sit down to have a discussion that led to them agreeing to go their separate ways never even crossed her mind. It was remarkably mature of them.  

Musa adjusted her legs, currently thrown over Riven’s, and turned into him, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. She shivered as his hand traced down the length of her spine, partially brushing skin over her low-backed tank top. Riven had developed a habit of running his fingers along any part of her body that he could: her back; her leg; her arm; anything to be touching her. He did it so often that ghost traces of his fingers lingered on her skin even after a week apart. She wondered, with him gone, with this relationship ended, would she still feel them?  

They stayed like that, holding each other silently, willing time to slow to a complete stop. Maybe then this wouldn’t have to happen. Going into this conversation, Musa had thought they might reminisce about their time together, but just thinking about thinking about them broke her heart. Maybe one day she would be able to fondly remember their first kiss, first dance, the first time Riven told her he loved her; maybe one day she would be able to look back and think of the boy who was willing to die for her, and remember those days with love, healed by time.  

“I should...” Riven started, pulling away from her and turning towards the door of her Magix apartment. Musa braved a look at his face, hoping that she would stay strong enough to not break down into tears at the sight of him. His cheeks were stained by tears; striking violet eyes flecked with more begging to fall. Her Riven, brave and strong, so easy to hurt and so reluctant to show it. She hated seeing him cry; those were the times he needed her the most. So what was she supposed to do if she was the reason for the tears? 

“Yeah” Musa sighed in agreement, moving her hand up to brush away his tears. It had taken a long time for him to feel comfortable having emotions in front of her. It had started with the night he’d first told her he loved her. When she had returned the feelings and held him through the dark – when he realised she wouldn’t leave just because he had demons – he opened up to her entirely. It was a dramatic shift, but she welcomed it. It was nice to know that he trusted her so entirely to hold his feelings as close to herself as he did to himself. She wondered if he’d find anyone else that he could open up to. She hoped he would, one day when she was just a distant memory to him. “But... don’t go just yet. I’ll miss having you next to me.” 

“I’ll miss you too, Muse” he smiled sadly, brushing away her tears the way she had his. Riven kissed the top of her head, pulling her into him once more.  

Never again, she realised like a strike to her heart, would she get to sit and listen to his heart beating. She would never listen to him playing the songs she’d written on guitar – something he’d learned for her. Would he still play after her? She’d never sit and write, strumming her own guitar softly in his garage, while he worked on his bike. No more late night burgers or pulling Riven up to dance in clubs. No more whispered I love yous in crowded rooms or gentle kisses on her back as she fell asleep. 

“I love you” she whispered into his chest.  

“I love you” he whispered into her ear. Never a too; remnants of a silly old argument about who had actually said I love you first.  

Riven stayed a whole hour longer, neither of them wanting to let go again. Only when Musa’s alarm, reminding her that she should start getting ready for her show that night, went off did they let go. They didn’t speak as Musa walked him to the door.  

Once there, he kissed her one last time, deeper and more desperately than she could remember him ever kissing her. “You’re gonna be so amazing,” he smiled through the subsided tears, referring to the show she’d be doing that night – the first show she would do opening for megastar Zo Fae. Or maybe he meant her entire future, she wasn’t sure.  

“I love you” he told her one last time, leaving before she could pull herself together enough to say it back. She contemplated calling out to him, asking him to stay, telling him this was a mistake. But, it wasn’t. No matter how much they loved each other, their futures just didn’t match.

“I love you too” she said to the empty hallway with a sad smile. He had been the one to say it first, after all, even if he wouldn’t admit it.  

[darkpoisonouslove]

Am I going to insert a non-necessary flashback about Griffin and Faragonda's student days in the companion fic for the multichapter AU I'm writing about them that already got out of hand? Probably.

[sleepn0tfound]

A Bat in Fairy's Clothing

[Winx x Batsis!reader (who is also Bloom's biological twin)]

Flora was admiring Linphea College with her sister by her side before her sister pointed out something, "Flora! Look! Isn't that Cloud Tower?"

In an instant Flora's smile dropped, "Yes. Yes it is... And it's flying? Something's not right... C'mon we've got to tell everyone else!"

Thoren and Sky were in the middle of a friendly spar before they heard a voice, "Everyone stop! Something is terribly wrong!"

The pair of sisters came to a stop as they pointed up, "Look! Up in the sky!"

"The witches... They managed to make Cloud Tower fly?"

"Griffin wouldn't do that..." Y/n muttered as she looked up.

Suddenly the trees started to come alive.

It wasn’t long before the Winx transformed.

"Sky! We'll fly up to Cloud Tower. That's got to be the source of all this craziness." Bloom pointed towards the floating tower in the sky, "I just know it."

"Goodluck. We'll take care of the treants down here." He gave a small encouragement before flying off on his bike.

"C'mon Winx! We have to get to the bottom of this!" The girls started to fly towards Cloud Tower.

"I feel a powerful negative energy in here..." Bloom said as the group proceeded deeper into Cloud Tower.

As if on cue a group of witches attacked them, the girls dodged their attacks before flying off to the main auditorium.

"The Trix. Why am I not surprised?" Bloom had her hands on her hips as she stared down at the witches.

Y/n's eyes flickered as she saw a figure ducking behind the Trix who were having their long monologue, as if wanting to hide from the Winx's view, or someone in the Winx.

She let out a sigh as she was forced to move her eyes to the witches from before that have now appeared before the WInx.

The fight started, though not long after Y/n caught sight of the green haired girl holding a book up and creating a magic barrier around herself.

"The source of negative energy is inside that magic bubble!" Bloom pointed out.

"Let's destroy it."

The Winx flew down as they got into their positions, surrounding the magic barrier.

"Sirenix Convergence!" The girls all said as they aimed at the magic bubble where the source of negative energy was. Though it was as if the barrier had absorbed their powers, causing it to backfire and teleport the girls out of Cloud Tower and into the sky.

The girls were passed out, clearly not in their fairy form anymore. "Winx..." Bloom desperately tried to reach for them, being the only one still in her fairy form but she was slowly falling as well.

"Specialists! The Winx are in danger, let's go!" Sky yelled as the guys all flew to their respective girls, catching them while they were falling mid air.

"Where's Y/n!" Calix yelled as he searched for his counterpart.

"She was still... with us at Cloud To-wer.." Was all Bloom could say before she passed out likt the rest of the girls.

"Dammit! Thoren! It's time to retreat!" Sky shouted towards his cousin.

The man refused to give up, "Are you kidding me? Not yet!"

"The girls have lost their powers and Y/n is missing! The witches are too strong!" Sky seemed desperate at this point.

"Dragon's Wrath: Xiuhcoatl!" A purple dragon, wielding two swords appeared, seemingly surrounding the girl who was supposed to be missing, shot out and burned the sentient trees in an instant.

There was no explanation from her, no words, she just materialised out of nowhere and cleared the monsters. The specialists were all more than shocked. The girl in front of them who just casted that spell… She was the younger twin sister of Bloom, they knew for a fact she was supposed to be weaker than Bloom and yet...

"What are you all waiting for. Run before more can spawn." She was oddly calm in this situation, too calm.

As Thoren and the other specialist flew back towards the group, Y/n eye's shifted towards Flora's little sister and her friends. "It would be wise for you all to follow us."

"You go! I must protect my friends here... And I know you and my sister will find a way to help us. I have faith in you all!"

Y/n paused, seemingly thinking about her next actions before simply sighing and shaking her head, "Flora would have respected your decision. I guess I shall too."

Calix had saw the Trix appear just a moment before and they were aiming at his partner, "Y/n! Behind you—“

But it seemed like his warning was unnecessary as without even looking behind her the girl had effortlessly shot out a fireball that easily countered the witches' attacks.

"Ah. I really was right, no surprises there." The usual kind and shy girl now had a sneer on her face.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

As her friends disappeared after the Lengendarium caused their spell to backfire, she was left alone in Cloud Tower. "Hah... You were never any good, were you Selina?"

"How do you--"

"Know who you are? I have my ways, sweetheart. That book you're holding. The Legendarium. It's supposed to be in the Alexendria Library, no?" She let out a breath, a smirk forming on her lips as she saw the shocked expression on Selina's face, "No matter. I don't have to win here... We both just have to lose."

At the last second where the Legendarium was about to teleport her away, in that split second there was a window, long enough for her to cast a spell,

"Behold the dragon's flame!"

A small purple snake-like dragon emerged, travelling at a fast speed, enough to burn the book slightly. "That should stop you for a while." Her eyes glanced up at three witches who were already fuming yet confused, "I think I'll be seeing you three soon won't I?" Were the last words she spoke before she got teleported away.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

Y/n nodded her head towards the group of specialists on their flying bikes. "Go first. I'll be right behind you."

"Y/n—"

"Go."

The authority in her voice sent a shiver down all of the specialists' spines as they took one look back before flying off.

With them gone Y/n finally focused fully on the witches infront of her, "Awh.. You all looked surprised. How amusing." It was as if a switch flipped in her usual shy personality. She was sarcastic, cold, uncaring even.

"Hey what's up with her? This is kind of unnerving..."

"Not a fan of this me, are you Stormy? You wound me.” Her voice had an undertone of mockery.

Icy seemed confused but undeterred nonetheless, "Nevermind her odd behaviour! What matters is we get rid of her! Icy storm!"

"Illusionary sphere!"

"Rainy tornado!"

Their spells mixed into the tornado that seemed to change the weather.

The girl simply flicked her wrist, a purple fire dragon wrapping around the tornado of spells, basically setting it on flames and evaporating it. "It'll take a lot more than those spells to keep me down. Though I admire the effort. It’s my turn now.”

Y/n closed her eyes and whispered, "Flame's encapture."

A firey ball surrounded each of the witches, their hand getting burnt if they try to escape from the purple flames.

"That should keep you entertained for now. You may have conquered Linphea college, but I assure you that your reign won't last long."

Her eyes opened once more, this time revealing the pupil of her eye's were slits, it was as if the witches were looking directly into the eye's of a dragon.

With that, the fire fairy left, only leaving behind three unnerved witches in her wake.

As she caught up to the flying bikes, she slowed down her pace to match theirs. She didn't speak a word, only silently flying beside her partner's bike.

"Do you need a break? You can hop on my bike if you want." She had to give credit to him for trying to lighten the mood.

"It's fine, darling. I need to stretch my wings anyways."

"Are they not already stretched from whatever you did just now?" That cause all pairs of open eyes to glare at Riven.

"Okay chill... I was just joking."

"Okay but what was that actually?" Brandon asked as he steadied Stella's unconscious body on his bike.

"My powers."

Silence ensued. It's not like she was giving them anything to work with.

The flight back to Alfea was... awkward to say the least. As they landed they say Daphne and Ms Faragonda standing there, the former with a more concerned look and the latter with a stern one.

Y/n easily landed on her own, as if she hadn't been fighting the entire day.

"We heard the Trix are back." Ms Faragonda said as she approached the group.

"They are. They conquered Linphea college. It seems their dark magic has grown stronger. Not only that but it seems that the Winx, besides Bloom, has lost their magic." The only conscious fairy of the original group told Ms Faragonda the events.

Calix placed a hand on her shoulder, "It was as if they got teleported into the air and they instantly lost their fairy form."

"Back at the Cloud Tower they tried to use their powers to destroy a magical bubble. It backfired and caused the Winx to be teleported out of the tower." The girl sighed as she recalled the memory, "Before I was teleported out I managed to burn the Legendarium slightly with my powers so that should've either weakened its powers slightly or cause it to be unable to use for a short while."

"But why didn't Bloom or you lose your magic and the rest did?" Sky asked.

"And what kind of magic could be so strong that it can strip a fairy's magic from them?" Daphne pondered at the side.

"My guess is that it's because Bloom's and my magic come from the dragon flame. It's said to be the most ancient magic to ever exist and the creator of all things. A simple thing like the Legendarium wouldn't be able to extinguish that flame."

"And how do you know what the Legendarium is, young lady?" Ms Faragonda, who had been relatively quiet, finally spoke up, her eyes narrowed.

Y/n paused for a short while before letting out a quiet chuckle, "Ah... And I've lasted so long too. Well I guess I couldn't hide it forever."

"Hide what, Y/n?" Daphne asked her youngest sister.

"...Let's bring the girls back to rest in their rooms and move this conversation to Ms faragonda's office." Y/n said as she turned her back towards the group.

"Wait! Don't we deserve to know too." Riven tapped his foot against the ground impatiently.

"I don't think you deserve anything, Riven." It seemed everyone was still shocked by her quick personality change.

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"...I don't understand why they have to be here." Y/n stared pointedly at the group of guys who all looked out of place in Ms Faragonda's office.

“I believe you owe all of us an explanation, young lady.”

Y/n sighed before starting to speak, “I read books. That’s how I know about the Legenedairum. The library in Alfea is very extensive, surely you don’t think that none of those books contain any mention of the Legendarium.”

They all seemed unimpressed.

“None of you can even play along? Really? Okay fine. I may have been concealing my true strength and aura. So what?”

“What!” The room seemed to echo with a different symphony of voices.

The girl simply sighed again as she snapped, in an instant the room felt heavier, hotter even. “This is how my aura is normally. I simply made it much weaker on purpose.” She said before snapping once more, relinquishing the heavy atmosphere.

“But why?”

“Have you seen the things Bloom gets into. Valtor, Darklar, The Trix, they all always aim Bloom. Why? Because they think she’s the stronger of the twins. Because they thought Bloom was more useful, that her dragon flame was more powerful.”

The room went silent before Sky broke it. Loudly.

“So what! You pretended to be weaker just so you won’t get in trouble!?”

“Well yeah. Good job on listening.” The girl said sarcastically.

“And– And you just left Bloom to take all of the dangers? You purposefully put in her in harm’s way– How could you be so selfish!”

“Can you blame me for not wanting to be in danger 24/7?”

“So you just pushed it all to Bloom—” Brandon had to hold Sky back to the best of his abilities.

Timmy and Helia had to hold Calix back from lunging towards Sky for yelling at his partner.

She shook her head at the mess, “And this is why they shouldn’t have even been here in the first place. Whatever.” The girl continued on with her story, “You know how Bloom and I were separated from birth. We have two different adoptive families basically. My family is… a bit of an odd one, yeah? Let’s just say they have connections to… Aliens and other species.”

“But isn’t your adoptive family—“

“Just humans? Yeah. It’s a long story that I would rather not get into.” She traced her hand on the desk as she continued, “You know how Bloom got her Enchantix despite not meeting the usual requirement? She got it out of sheer force after finding Buddy, her inner dragon, but at that point of time her Enchantix wasn't complete.”

“I got my Enchantix the same way. Similar to how Bloom went to the island of Pyros to train and get her Enchantix I went to the island of Themyscira to train. There I didn’t just find my inner dragon… I found the Pyro Dragon Sovereign and I befriended him. So even though my Enchantix was incomplete til I saved Bloom it was still more powerful than a fully completed Enchantix."

“Wait but that means…” Daphne muttered.

“What? What does that mean?” It seemed like Sky was still irritated.

“That I am the child of prophecy.” Y/n finished Daphne’s sentence for her.

“The child of prophecy? What’s that?”

“There was a prophecy in Domino that states that the child of Prophecy will gain the trust of the Pyro Dragon Sovereign and save Domino from it’s doom. Since Bloom saved Domino, or so I thought, I always thought that she would come across the Pyro Sovereign sooner or later but to think that…” Daphne trailed off.

“It’s me. I know. Shocker.” Her voice was laced with thick sarcasm.

“Also, Bloom’s flame got significantly weakened from the shadow Darklar had once put on her flame, creating Dark Bloom. Remember that? That’s also another reason why I am stronger than her, I didn’t have that shadow put on my flame.”

“So… You’ve been stronger than Bloom the entire time and you just… hide it?”

“Yes. And I prefer if it stays that way.” Y/n's tone was flat, emotionless.

“What! So you just want to keep the girls in the dark?” Sky exclaimed.

Brandon placed a hand on Sky's shoulder, ready to pull him back if he gets aggressive again, “I’m with Sky on this one, isn’t it kind of odd to keep this from the girls.”

“Calm down. Either way, I can always get Bloom out of trouble if she ever really needs it. Which I doubt she will.” The girl looked like she was done with this conversation.

“So you’re treating your sister like she’s bait–” Brandon's hand went from Sky's shoulder to his arm at his nth outburst.

"Now I know you're angry, Sky but let's not jump to conclusions."

Suddenly all eyes were on the elder woman who has yet to say anything so far until now.

“At this point of time I don’t think there’s any benefits in telling the girls about Y/n’s true strength. While I think it’s wrong to hide it from them, revealing it could do more harm than good.”

“So we’re just going to keep this a secret from them forever?” Sky didn't seem happy with the headmistress' words.

“How do i tell mom and dad…” Daphne was at the side, having her own problems with what was newly revealed.

“You don’t.” Y/n simply stated though the attention was quickly pulled back to the headmistress.

“Now this is not a permanent solution. After all we can only keep this a secret for so long. My suggestion is that we slowly lower the news onto them. Soften the blow, per se. If we drop this on them all at once… I’m afraid Bloom’s self-esteem might take a big hit.” Faragonda

Silence takes over the room at her words.

“I.. I guess that works.” Sky finally backed down.

“It’s not like I could hide it forever anyways.” Y/n shrugged as she leaned her body weight on Calix who was right beside her.

“Another thing we need to figure out is how can the rest of the girls get their power back. Y/n, you should be able to give the Winx a part of your dragon flame so they can regain their power, right?” The headmistress addressed our main character.

“As much as I would like to say yes, my dragon’s flame is too strong for anyone, even Bloom, to handle. Due to my connection with the Pyro Sovereign, my dragon flame has significantly increased in strength and if i try to give it to anyone they would burn from the inside out after absorbing it.”

“But that means…”

“Bloom has to give them hers.” She said in a monotone voice.

“But didn’t you say Bloom’s flame is already weak?”

“Yes. But giving the Winx a part of her flame won’t cause any harm to her, it might weaken her a bit more but that’s the only solution.” Y/n shook her head at the last part of her sentence.

The group contemplated in silence.

“I see. Then there is no other choice. Once the girls awaken I shall tell them to do so. And everyone in this room will keep quiet about Y/n’s powers for the time being, til the moment is right.” It seems like the elder had the last say as no one objected.

Sky clenched his fists but there was nothing he could do.

As promised here it is. I have started on Death of a Star Chap 1 and a white boy carl x batsis!reader, blame it on the tiktok edits not me. No promises on when they'll come out tho😋😋

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[readercognito]

Lantern Plankton Migration

Nereus x Reader

(Y/n) shot Flora a withering look, not to be combated with Flora’s famous puppy eyes. But (Y/n) held her ground…For ten seconds.

“Fine! I’ll go to the stinking party!” (Y/n) caved, throwing her arms in the air.

Flora cheered, choosing to ignore (Y/n)’s next comment “Who knew that zooplankton migration was Andros’ version of summer solstice…” 

“I’m so glad you're coming! No one else can, other than Aisha. And I’ll get to show you off as the newest member of the winx club!” Flora said excitedly.

“And here I was hoping to have a quiet Saturday after all that Trix nonsense…” (Y/n) said grumbling, but couldn’t help the smile that shone through. “Well, at least it’ll be a fun Saturday with my BFF!” (Y/n) said, jumping into the excitement right along Flora.

“Right?! And I have the perfect outfits for us!” Gushed Flora.

“Oh, is it…?” (Y/n) said, hyping her best friend up. Pointing to a certain set of outfits in Flora’s closet.

“You guessed it! We’re splitting the co-ords!” Flora squeed. 

“YAAS! But I call dibs on using the top.” (Y/n) said, and grinned with mock cunning.

“Aww…so mean.” Flora said with false disappointment.

And that’s how the girls showed up to the party. (Y/n) wore a flutter sleeve tube top with a tropical floral pattern and a pair of white high-waisted shorts. While Flora was rocking a maxi skirt of the same pattern, with a slit to the mid-thigh and a black lettuce edge crop top. Aisha came swayed over to the girls,

“Well, well, don’t you look like a pair of baddies!” She said, hugging both girls. “So glad you guys came.”

Flora gave nothing but a smile, (Y/n) laughing “Like we would miss it! Plus Flora threw those puppy eyes at me… Can’t ever say no to that.”

The girls all laughed at (Y/n)s’ little joke. Aisha turned towards the moon pool in the center of her family's pavilion walking (Y/n) and Flora over to greet her cousins.

“You haven’t met my cousins yet have you (Y/n)?” Asked Aisha as they made their way over.

“Can’t say I have, I was in Linphea College during that whole ocean… fiasco.” (Y/n) said, shrugging. Waving her arms around a bit when mentioning the betrayal of Tritannus.

“Well you’ll get to meet them now!” Aisha said as the girls got to the pool, turning and gesturing to two of the mer-people within the moon pool “Hey guys! I know you know Flora, but we have a brand new member of the winx club! This is (Y/n).” She said, presenting (Y/n) to the merman and mermaid. (Y/n) smiled and gave a little wave. “(Y/n), these are my cousins Tressa, and Nereus!” Aisha said pointing to the mermaid, and merman respectively.

“OH! So you’re fishlips’ brother!” (Y/n) said before she could stop herself. Seeing Nereus and Tressas’ confused glances she continued “Sorry, little nickname I gave him during Flora and I’s talks. So sorry about that whole thing by the way, it must have been devastating for you three. I just wished he didn’t get pushed to that point, ya know?” (Y/n) said a bit melancholy.

Nereus gave a solemn nod in agreement. Her sentiments (and playful insult) instantly endeared (Y/n) to him.

Tressa decided to lighten the mood, “Ah, it’s all in the past now… Come on! the lantern plankton are about to arrive!” She said diving into the moon pool.

Aisha and Flora transforming into their sirenix forms and diving in after her, Nereus hesitated with (Y/n). Waiting patiently to follow after her.

“What’s the matter?” asked Nereus when (Y/n) made no moves to enter the moon pool.

“Would now be a bad time to mention that I don’t have any spells to help me breathe underwater?” (Y/n) said, gesturing towards the pool where her friends disappeared.

Nereus laughed, it was a little funny to see someone so confident get nervous so quickly. 

“Here, stay next to me. I think I’ve got something for that.” Nereus said gently, pulling (Y/n) into the water.

(Y/n) chose not to protest, even though her clothes were getting wet. She was curious to see what the ocean prince would do. Nereus gently placed his arm around (Y/n)'s waist, amazed at her immediate trust in him, wondering aloud.

“You trust quickly,” he said.

“Oh no I don’t! But Flora trusts you.” (Y/n) said her expression turning serious “Which means you're someone worth putting at least a little faith in.” (Y/n) said, instantly returning back to her lighthearted teasing.

Nereus felt his cheeks warm a bit at the statement. He wasn’t sure why, since most people he knew praised his good character. But hearing from (Y/n), who was such a bombastic and friendly person herself, made it feel like guppies were swimming around in his gut. Realizing that (Y/n) had been patiently waiting for him for a bit he hurriedly placed an underwater breathing spell on her. Tucking her to his side and swimming her into the open water. Which made (Y/n) realize something about the spell rather quickly…

“You jerk! Ya could’a told me that the spell keeps you dry!” said (Y/n) playfully, slapping Nereus on the arm.

“Oh, my apologies! I guess I don’t really consider these sorts of things…” Nereus said, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth trying to hide her smile. “Relax, I’m not actually mad. Now come on, take me to this plankton march… thing.” she said,

“The lantern zooplankton migration?” Nereus said, raising a playful quizzical eyebrow. 

He wasn’t used to people talking so relaxed with him, being a crown prince and all. But he was enjoying it. (Y/n) brought out a playful side to him that he hadn’t had since his brother's banishment.

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes with a laugh, allowing Nereus to swim her to the observation area. Meeting up with Aisha, Flora, and Tressa. They talked until the plankton appeared. It was a beautiful sight, it was like glowing living smoke. The colors shifted with the twists and turns of the zooplankton colony. Everyone was quiet with awe, the occasional sounds of wonder murmuring through the crowd at a particular color shift or swirl of the plankton.

Then something amazing happened, while the rest of the spectators with a large swath of the lantern plankton, a small arm of the colony meandered it’s way to (Y/n). Swirling around her (Y/n) reached out to them, playing with the little creatures pushing them to and fro. Nereus gazed at her, smitten. It was like an aquatic halo of multicolored light surrounded (Y/n), highlighting all her glorious features. Nereus could only equate what he was witnessing, to the magnetic beauty of a siren. Her light hearted genuine laughter was music to his ears. Nereus was bewitched by her, body and soul. Only the lantern plankton hurrying back to their migration was what returned him from his stupor. The tail end of the colony disappears into the ocean waters, causing the spectators to return to their homes.

The swim back to the party was a jovial one. Aisha gushed about (Y/n) and the lantern plankton, since it was something that no one had ever seen before. (Y/n) described how wonderful it felt to be amongst such amazing creatures. And it wasn’t until the trio of girls started making their good-byes that Nereus realized he might not see (Y/n) again for quite some time. It was now or never.

(Y/n) heard Nereus call her over, when got closer to him he waved her down to his level. However when (Y/n) leaned down, she felt lips on her cheek and heard a splash.

“Nereus! I’m so gonna get you back for that!”

[randomimaginesideas]

Together again (Revisted/rewritten, full one-shot)

Summary;  Valtor saves you from your prison which separated you for 17 years. When you two are finally together again, plans must be formed and you two need to have a good look at each other after 17 years.  

A/N; So it's finally here. The revisited/rewritten chapter of together again. This time I decided not to split it up into two parts, so it's just one big chapter.

In case you are wondering you can find the original post here: (1) (2)

If case you prefer you can also read this new version on AO3 here.

So a little background information:

I wrote this one-shot orignally back in 2021, and I believe I had only written one smut scene before this in my Klaus Hargreeves one-shot. Reading the original together again chapter made the cringe terribly, especially the smut part because it just felt like they were going through steps. Kiss, take clothes off, foreplay, sex and done. This time, I hoped to give the scene a bit more emotion and context.

I also added in some new information regarding reader's and Valtor's relationship. Back then, I didn't know I would continue their story in Let me Rage, so I didn't give a lot of information away in together again. So with the rewrite I wanted to establish their relationship a bit more, for the readers continuing in let me rage.

I'm sorry for the long wait as I was having a terrible writer's block, which is slowly lifting up, but for now I am just writing what my brains wants me to write and not forcing anything.

Please let me know what you think of this revisted work, do you like this version better or the older one?

Ps: I want to dedicate this new one-shot to @winx-is-magic as a orignal fan from the first fic, and for the constructive feedback she had given me back then to inspire to rewrite this one-shot with hopefully better grammer and punctuation. And since her comments underneath the first part always motivated me to keep this rewrite going. Even if she didn't know it, but perhaps she does now. So thank you.

Trigger warnings; Smut (this includes vaginal sex, unprotective sex, oral sex in which the female recieves, not beta-read work.

With a loud bang the wooden doors of Griffin’s office flew open, hitting the wall in the process. The Trix, who had been patiently waiting - or more like dozing off- , immediately jumped up startled. The man they had been waiting for made his way through the door, which closed behind him immediately with the same loud bang as it had opened. “Valtor, you look like you are about to bring this whole tower down.” Icy noted as she saw the fury on Valtor’s face. An emotion he didn’t show often, which was the first clue to the Trix that something was wrong. But despite that Stormy couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, “And us along with it.” 

The Trix quickly shut their mouth when Valtor’s gaze landed on them, but when he saw the look on the Trix’s eyes he quickly straightened his face. It almost worked, but the Trix could still see the fury in Valtor’s eyes and the way his jaw was clenched. “I just had an interesting chat with your previous headmistress.” Was Valtor’s explanation before he made his way towards the desk. On it was a crystal ball that he often used for scrying, just like he did now. 

With a wave of his hand the crystal ball started to glow. The Trix couldn’t see much from the distance they were standing, only that it was raining at the place Valtor was looking at. Valtor saw a garden, the fountain Griffin had described, standing in a maze. Despite the rain that was coming down, the scene almost looked peaceful. Except for the multiple guards surrounding the area, more than normal.

Having seen enough Valtor waved his hand again, the light from the crystal dying down again. “Valtor, where are you going?” Icy said to him, while Valtor made a portal appear in the middle of the office. “Solaria.” Was the only reply the Trix got before Valtor walked through it and disappeared from their sight. The Trix quickly exchanged a look between the three of them, nodded, and followed after him through the portal.

The Trix stood in another office, this one more light than the one from Cloud Tower. Standing behind the desk was Countess Cassandra or rather soon-to-be Queen Cassandra. It was clear that she hadn’t expected any visitors, guiding the shocked expression on her face and spell readied in her hand. When she saw it was Valtor, she lowered her hand and the shocked expression morphed into a more peaceful one.

“Valtor. I did not expect you. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Countess Cassandra asks, smart enough to know that there had to be a reason for the dark wizard to visit her. She doubted he was just passing by for a cup of tea. “Your majesty,” Valtor started, the charm working as a pleased smile stretched across Lady Cassandra’s face. “I only wish to take a undisturbed stroll through the royal gardens. The fountain in the maze in particular holds my interest.” This caused Lady Cassandra to raise one eyebrow. “The maze, may I ask why?”

“You may, but it’s nothing to concern yourself about. You won’t even notice I’ve been there.” Valtor’s answer was cryptic, but Lady Cassandra and the Trix both knew that Valtor wouldn’t reveal any more. If he had wanted them to know, they would. The countess spared one look at the Trix, who were standing behind Valtor. The portal had closed the moment their feet had touched the office floor. The Trix just looked back at the countess, daring her to say anything.

With that Countess Cassandra nodded, and made her way towards the hallway. Valtor made himself and the Trix invisible as they walked behind the countess. The four of them were still wanted criminals after all. It wasn’t as if Valtor wasn’t able to bring Solaria down to its knees, but it would draw too much attention for now. It was better to take it another time. As they walked through the hallways the guards they passed bowed slightly for Countess Cassandra as she passed. Valtor focused his mind on that of the countess, using a new spell he recently learned to speak into her mind. I see you made yourself at home already. He had to give the countess some credit as her face betrayed nothing. I have. Came a reply in her mind, but Valtor could see a slight small on the side of her face.

Eventually they reached two glass doors which reached almost to the ceiling. Two guards opened them for their future queen, and out the group walked into the garden. Only one of the three suns from Solaria shining down on them. Two of them had lost their glow after their power had been taken. The power that now resides within Valtor. It was raining, Valtor knew that the rain hadn’t stopped falling ever since he had taken the power of the suns. With a wave of his hand the rain deflected from him, and the Trix followed his example. The countess had created a magical umbrella to keep the rain away. 

The group ended their walk at the beginning of the maze where two guards were standing. “You may go. I wish to enjoy a peaceful walk in the maze.” Countess Cassandra said, waving her hand in dismissal. The two guards exchanged a look before they turned back to the countess. “With all due your respect, my Lady, we are on strict orders from King Radius to stand guard here.” Countess Cassandra looked annoyed, and placed a hand on her hip. “And why does the King wish to protect some bushes?” Valtor debated just going inside the maze, and tearing down anybody who stood in his path. But he knew that patience came to those who waited. His plan was going to be easier if the guards were gone.

“We don’t know the details, my Lady. Only that it was on the advice of headmistress Faragonda.” The other guard answered. “And who’s order do you follow? Mine, your queen-to-be, or a headmistress who isn’t even on this planet?” Valtor wasn’t sure if the way the countess was handling the situation would be the solution. “Actually we follow the orders of King Radius, my Lady.” One of the guards countered. Valtor had to repress a small laugh threatening to spill from his lips. He had to hand it to the guards, they were loyal to their king, but things were taking too long. Perhaps he wasn’t so patient after all.

Valtor had been preparing a spell to put the guards asleep when the countess took a step closer to the guards. She had straightened her back and her chin up in the air, looking more royal than she had before. “After King Radius, you follow my orders. I will allow you one more chance to follow my orders. Otherwise I will fire you from this position and you can go home without any means of ever getting a job on this planet.” Countess Cassandra looked at the other guard, who had grown pale. “This goes for you as well.” 

Valtor doubted if it was wise to threaten the very subject the Countess hoped to rule soon, but he wasn’t going to interfere. When he ruled the magic dimension the countess could rule how she saw fit. But, apparently, it did work. The guards exchanged another look with each other before bowing their heads. “Yes, my Lady.” They said in unison before they walked off.

The group continued their way through the maze. It was clear Cassandra had been here before and knew the way. The group reached the middle of the maze where the fountain stood, along with five more guards. “King Radius has dismissed you for the next two hours. I wish to enjoy some peace and quiet. If anything should happen I will call for you.” The countess said, this time using a different approach. Now that she knew the orders the guards were under it was easier to dismiss them. And so they went.

When it was safe, and the group was alone Valtor dismissed the invisibility spell causing him and the Trix to appear again. Not minding the group, Valtor immediately walked closer to his target. His eyes on one particular thing only. The Trix also walked closer, now finally being able to see the reason for their visit. Valtor had mentioned in Countess Cassandra’s office that his interest lay with the fountain but they didn’t know why.

It was a square shaped fountain with each corner representing either one of the three suns or the moon. In the middle stood multiple statues on top of two layers. The first layer was made out of marble pixies and ocean gate keepers holding watering cans and wands where the water sprouted out.

The next layer consisted of different images. The Trix didn’t recognize all of them, but a few images with Cloud tower, Alfia and Red fountain they remembered as the history of the school. Valtor knew that the other images depicted the history of Solaria, and how they contributed to the build of the schools.

The top layer held four life size figures. On the far right stood, at first glance, a man with one arm raised holding a sword. At closer inspection it was clear that man was more a boy, the youthful characteristic would make the boy around seventeen years old. The outlines in the marble statue showed the signature red fountain clothing. In his remaining hand, holding it close to his chest, was the old red fountain building in miniature scale.

Next to the Red fountain student, more to the middle of the platform, was a girl. With her petite wings, a dress that twirled around her legs that kept her feet raised from the platform it looked like she was flying. The fairy had her arms reaching out, slightly bending forward as if offering something. In her hand she too held a miniature scale of her representation school.

On the far left was the statue that represents Cloud tower. The miniature scale building was carved into a marble sphere, making it seem as if the female in question was levitating in it. The artist had managed to carve a smile that looked sinister but also unbothered depending on how you looked at the statue. 

And in between the witch and fairy statue was a final statue. It was different from the other three. The female statue, as seen by her hair and clothes and outline of her body, held no statue, and seemed far more detailed than the others. The statue was also less dirty than the others, no moss or algae grew on her feet, unlike the others. It was as if even nature didn’t dare touch her. She held two hands next to her body, palms outstretched as if preparing to attack. A look of rage is displayed on her face. Even from where he was standing Valtor could feel it from the statue, as if the marble was trying its hardest to contain the rage inside of it. 

“Put on display for everybody else to see. A fate worse than mine.” Valtor muttered underneath his breath. His eyes were not drifting from the statue as he addressed the countess. “How long ago was this built?” From the corner of his eyes he could see Countress Cassandra shrug her shoulders. “I think about seventeen years ago, I’m not sure. I believe it was a gift to King Radius from the head of the schools, as a thank you for all the financial support Solaria has given over the years.”

Valtor gave a short nod to show he understood. “Thank you for your help, but I’ll handle it from here.” The countess hummed, and then slowly turned around. She knew a dismissal when she saw one, and while normally she wouldn’t let anyone dismiss her just like that, she knew that it was in her best interests to keep Valtor on her good side.

When the countess was away the Trix walked closer to Valtor, looking at the fountain that had captured the dark wizard’s attention. “So,” Darcy started. “What is so important about this fountain that made you drag us all the way here?” To the Trix the fountain was just an ordinary fountain, a bit tacky in their opinion or odd, but nothing special. “I didn’t ask you to join me, did I?” Valtor’s voice was cold as he glanced over his shoulder at Darcy and her sisters.

Darcy, out of pure instinct, took a step back. Valtor had been cold towards them before, angry even, but this time it had been something in his eyes that had made her take a step back. It was different from all the other times. But they just didn’t know why yet. “Now that you are here you might as well help me.” Valtor said, while turning his gaze back to the fountain. “Focus all your energy on the statue’s, focus on the curse surrounding them.” He ordered them. The Trix shared a look between the three of them, looking to the other to see what they would do. “Of course, Valtor. Let’s go ladies.” Icy was the first one to break the silence, and lifted herself in the sky, but not high enough to appear above the maze.

Her sister’s followed her lead, joining her in the air and surrounded the fountain. Valtor placed his hands in front of his chest as if in prayer, closing his eyes for a moment. “I can’t do this without you, it is time you return to me.” He whispered against his hands, energy started to crackle between his hands, as he slowly spread them apart. It may have, indirectly, been his fault that she was the state she was in, but he had promised her that he would be there for her. He would hold her again, after seventeen years apart. And after they had defeated the Winx and ruled the magic dimension they would have all the time in the world together. 

Valtor’s eyes briefly searched for the Trix, seeing that they were finding themselves in a similar position he was in. “Now.” And at the same time four energy beams hit the statue’s on the platform. The three average statues crumbled immediately under the force of the power directed at them. Slowly cracks started to form in the remaining statue, but it was a slow progress. The Trix started to look tired, and sweat formed on their foreheads. The curse was stronger than he thought it would be after all these years. “Keep going.”

Just a few seconds later Valtor could hear the marble crack, when he did he stopped sending his magic and the Trix followed quickly after. The remaining parts of the statue were glowing, and between the cracks Valtor could see the first pieces of her. Her (S/C) skin, and (H/C) strings of hair. Then another crack followed by a big explosion of light. The energy from the spell rang across the open space. The gust of wind blew the Trix back into the bushes of the garden. 

Valtor had quickly closed his eyes during the explosion, but just as quickly opened them again. It only took seeing your knees buckle that Valtor immediately flew up, as he caught you before you could fall off the platform. You fell against his chest, as he quickly wrapped his arms around you. Your skin felt strange as it was finally able to move, the sky - however dark it was - hurts your eyes, so as quickly as you had seen a glimpse of the world, you had closed them again. And you were so tired, your energy completely depleted, as if you had been casting the spell you had prepared for years. You would laugh if you could. You suppose you had been casting it, concentrating on it. You just had never finished the spell. But the thing that stood out most, among all your senses that were being overloaded was the smell. 

It smelled familiar, like leather, and spices or a smoldering fire. It was a scent you knew quite well. One you would recognize out of thousands. Your hand, you could use it again now, held on tightly to the fabric beneath it. Afraid to let this illusion slip away from you. Your mind must be playing tricks on you. You have finally gone crazy. You were so tired. “V-val..tor?” You tried to speak up, but your voice was dry from years of disuse. Your voice merely squeaks, but he knew what you were trying to say. “Ssh, rest (Y/N). You are safe, you are with me.” Valtor whispered to you. With the conformation of his voice, you close your eyes. Fatigue overtaking you, now that your body and mind knew you were safe.

Valtor held on to you, as he carefully removed his coat, before he picked you up bridal style. His coat, that he had made float in the air, draped over your body. When you were safely in his arms, he flew back down to the ground. In the short time he had been busy with you, the Trix had managed to get themselves out of the bushes. “Why does she get the special treatment?” Stormy commented, but Valtor ignored it. His head perked up at the sounds of guards approaching.

“We need to go.” Darcy said as the footsteps grew closer. Valtor wasn’t worried about the guards. He knew he could take them on, but attacking the guards or making a spectacle of it was of no use to him at the moment, it hadn’t been earlier and especially not now.. He had her back in his arms, and if everything went according to plan the Winx and the company of light would be none the wiser of her return. But for that they needed a quick and efficient escape. And so Valtor opened a portal in front of him, and stepped through it. The scenery around him changed from the rainy garden in Solaria to the dry office in Cloud Tower. As soon as the Trix had followed behind him, the portal closed. “Stay here.” Was all Valtor said to the three witches as he made his way to Griffin’s bedroom, the one he had made his own during their stay in Cloud Tower.

The door closed behind him, the shining outline of the door indicating the magic that was at work. Just like it was with the curtains that closed themselves, and a few candles that started burning. All the while Valtor made his way towards the bed, and laid you down in the middle of it. One of his free hands grabbed the covers, placing them on top of you. With his other hand Valtor had reached for his coat, thinking you would prefer the covers, but when he saw how tightly you were holding on to it, pressed against your chest and your nose buried into it, he couldn’t bear to part you from it. And so he just raised the covers above it, so you were lying under the coat, with the covers on top of the coat. Your barriers against the world. 

Valtor sat down next to you for a moment, his gloved hand stroking your bare cheek, before picking up a piece of your hair and placing it behind your ear. You looked almost peaceful, if not for the dark circles under your eyes, the scratches and wounds that had been there when you were first imprisoned still on your body. And the way you had been holding on so tightly against him, against his coat. Had you missed him just like he had missed you? Had you been conscious as well, all this time? Watched as people stared at you, passed you by as if you were not somebody to be feared, to be respected? Just the thought of it made Valtor angry.

Valtor knew he would have to handle the Trix first before he would join you in bed, before he would take the time to hold you into his arms peacefully. But when he moved even slightly on the bed, one of your heads reached out unexpectedly, holding onto his wrist tightly. “D-don’t leave me again.” Your voice was still rough, and it was clear it took a great effort to say this one sentence. It had been a while since he had seen you this vulnerable. But he also knew how you could rise from the darkness you were in right now. How you could make the world bow to your wishes. Valtor hated to admit it at first, but he knew he was stronger with you by his side. And now the two of you were together again.

“Do not worry, my love. I have one more task to take care of, and then I will not leave your sight until you grow bored of me.” He said, while kneeling down next to the bed. He moved his wrist to his mouth to place a kiss on the fingers that had been holding on so tightly against him. “I have you back in my arms, I wish not to be removed from them for any longer than I have too.” Your fingers slowly released his wrist, and went back to your own chest. Valtor leaned over the bed to press a kiss on your forehead, before he slowly rose up again.

Behind the closed doors, when it was just the two of them, Valtor wasn’t afraid to show the affection he held for you. And he had to admit that even his little act in the garden, had been more affection that he would usually show. It was an agreement that you had made long ago. Love made you stronger, but it was also a weakness. If their enemies knew just how much you meant to each other, instead of just partners in crime, they would do everything they could to use it against you. When you and him ruled the magic dimension, together, would you show the world what you mean to each other. A king and queen of darkness and shadows.

“I will be back, I promise.” Valtor said again, and he watched as you closed your eyes. Sleep overtaking you again. Valtor carefully made his way out of the bedroom, and back towards the office where the Trix were still patiently, or not so patiently, waiting for an explanation. Valtor ignored them, as he took his place on the seat behind the desk. “Well, are you going to explain yourself, Valtor?” Icy demanded, breaking the silence in the room. She walked toward the desk, placing her hands against it as she leaned against it. An amused smile crept on Valtor’s face, amused by the thought that Icy thinks she could intimidate him. “What should I explain then, my dear Icy?” As he leaned back in the chair, and folded his hands together in his lap. “Who is she, and why did we just save her from being a garden accessory? Why not start with that.”

One of Valtor’s eyebrows rose up, as he looked at the Ice witch. It was clear that Icy was talking to him the way she was out of jealousy. Demanding answers from him, as if she was entitled to them. “Do not forget who you are speaking to, Icy. I do like you and your sisters, but do not think that I will be able to send you to places far worse than the omega dimension should you continue to disrespect me.” The witches looked at him like he had thrown a glass of cold water in their faces. Good, let them be reminded of their place. If he won’t do it, you certainly will. The Trix won’t know it, but it was better if he did it instead of you. Although he did enjoy it when you were jealous.

“But, I am nothing if not an understanding man, and you will get to know her soon better, so it’s best to get some things clear beforehand.” Valtor had placed a hand on his chest for a moment, the glare in his eyes faded away and a charming smile had taken its place on his face. The dark wizard turned into a charming gentleman. “The woman we just rescued is (Y/N). The state she was in was because of me. The company of life cursed her to be a statue, as punishment for her aid in my crimes against the magic dimension.” 

As Valtor told them this, he could see doubt across Darcy and Stormy features, probably thinking if something like that could happen to them. But it was only because Valtor had been paying close attention to the Trix that he had seen it. He had to give the Trix credit for after that, their bodies betrayed nothing. “She is my right hand, as some would say.” He added, letting those words sink in with the Trix. And he could see some slight betrayal in their eyes, and maybe even a bit of hurt. Oh, dear. Perhaps he had charmed them a bit too much. Valtor could understand that the Trix thought themselves to be his right hand, since they hadn’t known of your existence. But they could have never replaced you. Valtor had just needed to figure out where the company of light had hidden you. 

It surprised Valtor that Darcy was the one to speak up first, thinking that Icy would have taken the lead. But it seemed that the Ice witch was just too absorbed with taking all this information in. But the slow ice forming on the desk beneath Icy’s hands betrayed the inner turmoil happening inside the witch’s mind.  “So what are we? Your minions, to do with as you command?”

Valtor knew that he had to play his card right at this moment. The Trix were useful, even if they had failed at some of the missions he had sent them on. And even if they may not be his right hand, every army needs generals. The Trix would fit that part, even with their mistakes. They were still trainable. With your help he would be able to shape them into the generals he needed while you and him gained the power of the magic dimension.

Valtor scoffed. “Of course not. Do you think so little of me?” Valtor asked, his voice almost sounding offended. “Do you think I will go through the things we have with just mere minions?” Valtor slowly rose from his chair, casually walking through the office, addressing Darcy and Stormy by looking them in the eyes. “The way I speak with you, the way I ask for your help, and ask your opinions. You think yourself as low as the Countess from Solaria? She is a minion, a means to a hand.” Valtor walked towards Icy, and gently grabbed her left hand away from the desk. The witch looked at him with calculated eyes, as she was trying to guess what point Valtor was trying to make. 

“You three are my left hand. Just as important as my right.” He looked Icy in the eyes, as he said it. He could see the ice witch almost melted, if it were possible. Then Valtor turned his head to look at all three of the witches, slowly dropping Icy’s hand. “I could not have done the things we have done without you, my witches, and I am grateful for it. So please, never see yourself as ‘just my minions’ again.” And with those final words, he could see the last of the Trix’s doubts fade from their eyes.

Now, with that taken care of, Valtor placed his hands together. “Now, if you will excuse me, I will make sure our companion is healed up. While I do that, I want to ask you to make sure I am not disturbed, and that Griffin is still alive, and in her cell where she should be.” Valtor wasn’t worried that Griffin had broken out, but he had left her in quite a state, and he had learned one thing throughout his life. Never underestimate anybody, that way they can’t surprise you. And this way, it would keep the Trix busy while he was with you. Luckily, the Trix agreed, and left quickly without making a fuss.

The moment the door closed behind them Valtor sealed the office door with his most powerful lock spell. Then he made his way back towards the bedroom, and gently opened the door. He didn’t want to disturb the rest you so clearly needed. You were still lying in the middle of the bed. The covers slowly rose with each breath you took. The shadows in the room were restless, twisting and turning as their mistress was recovering her strength, subconsciously obeying your command of blocking out the sun coming through small gaps in the curtains. 

As Valtor began to walk the shadows on the floor twisted and made way for him so he could see the ground until he reached the bed. When he did, Valtor gently pulled his coat from his shoulders, and placed it on the foot of the bed,then his gloves before taking his shoes off as well. Then he took his place beside you, lifting the covers as he did. You were lying on your side, and Valtor found his place behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

You reached for his arm, holding it closer to your own chest. Your breath gently tickled his fingers. You laid like this together for a while, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies, knowing that after seventeen years you were together again. Valtor was slowly drifting off to sleep when your voice pierced the silence. “I thought I had lost you forever.” Your voice was soft, and almost sounded broken. As if saying the sentence out loud was enough to crush your heart. 

Valtor gently turned you around in his arms so you were facing him. There were no tears in your eyes, but he saw how much the years had taken a toll on you. “I failed you, I tried to save you when they captured you in the ice, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry.” Valtor placed his hand on your cheek, sushing you gently as he did. He did not need to hear your apology. There was no reason to apologize. You did everything you could have done at the moment. “And still you came back for me.” You couldn’t help but add, despite Valtor’s actions.

Valtor was almost insulted by the addition. The slight questioning tone as if you couldn’t believe he would search the entire magic dimension for you? Or beyond it? “My love,” He said gently, stroking your cheek while looking you in the eyes. “my heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own. And if you think I would live without my heart, you are mistaken.” Valtor reached forward to press a kiss on your forehead. 

When Valtor placed his head back on the pillow again, you placed your hand on the one holding your cheek. “We have a new chance now. I will not fail you again.” Your voice was resolute, full of promise as you gently squeezed his hand. A smile crept on Valtor’s lips as he slowly saw your strength return to you. “You are correct. I already have the strength of Solaria, the secrets of Andros, Domino is destroyed, Griffin’s school is under my power and it’s headmistress is currently occupying her own dungeons.” The smile on your face grew larger and larger, the more Valtor informed you about the current situations. “And with you back at my side, there is nothing that could stop us this time.” 

“What about the company of light?” You asked. The situation was looking good, but despite that you weren’t one to underestimate your enemies. The company of light had beaten you once, they could do it again. “The company of light is destroyed. Oritel and Marion are dead, Faragonda and Saladin are old, and Griffin can’t hurt us any longer, and Hagen wants nothing to do with the company anymore.” Your eyebrow rose up at the news. “So there is nobody who can stop us anymore?” You highly doubted it, so you wondered what Valtor wasn’t telling you.

“There is a new group of self proclaimed heroes. They call themselves the Winx, and are students from Alfia. No doubt Faragonda has something to do with their self proclaimed heroism.” You pulled Valtor’s hand away from your cheeks, playing with his fingers as it now lay in between you. “Have they caused trouble before?” Valtor wouldn’t have mentioned them if they hadn’t. “Not too much yet, but some of them have been able to break through my dark spells with the help of their Enchantix.” Valtor knew you well enough to know what question you would ask next, so he added; “Only two of the six of them have managed to gain their Enchantix powers.”

“Then we need to make sure it stays that way.” You said grinning. “I’m confident you will come up with something.” Valtor looked you up and down. Some color coming back to your face, and the hand that had been playing with his fingers slowly started to gain its strength again. “You seem to be starting to get better.”

“I am. I feel my strength slowly returning to me.” You confirmed before pressing a kiss on his fingers. “I should leave you to rest.” Valtor said, slowly moving his body to slowly leave the bed. But before he could go far you pulled him closer to you again, not wanting him to move even an inch further away from you. “And here I was, wondering when you are going to kiss me?”

“I have already kissed you.” Valtor said, one eyebrow raised. You brought his hand to your lips, letting his fingers glide over them. “Not on my lips, yet.” A smile crept on Valtor’s face at the mischievous smile on yours. “I’m sorry, how terribly foolish of me.” Valtor rose himself up, leaning on his upper arm as he leaned over you, your lips inches apart from each other. His long blond hair fell as a curtain around the two of you.  “A mistake I must rectify immediately.” His voice was low, almost breathless.

“Then what are you waiting for? I’ve waited-,” Valtor’s lips were on yours before you even finished your sentence. It started out slow, patience. The two of you are slowly exploring each other after your seventeen year separation. Your hand reached up, sliding past his cheek and into his long blond locks, pushing them back, ending on the back of his head. But it wasn’t for long until the kiss started to pick up the pace.

When Valtor softly bit your lower lip a soft gasp left your mouth, only to be swallowed up by Valtor. Your lips danced with his, only parting briefly to take a breath before they came back together again. You were starving for each other, exploring each other again after seventeen years.

Then Valtor slowly pulled away from you, only for his lips to connect with your skin. Your cheek, your neck, your shoulder blades. Your skin felt hot whenever his lips pressed against you, showing his love for you, his devotion. With his free hand he pushed aside the fabric covering the rest of your shoulder so he could continue his trail of kisses. As he moved his hair tickled against your skin. 

Valtor went lower, closer and closer to the middle of your chest. Could he feel your heart beating? The way it almost seemed to skip a beat because it couldn’t keep up with the way he made you feel. The way he made your blood race through your body, creating the flush in your cheeks. Just when you think Valtor would pull the fabric of your dress away to reveal yourself more to him, he pulls away.

“I think I should let you re-”

“Don’t you dare.” You practically growled at him as your hand in his hair tightened and pulled him back to you. An amusement laugh came from Valtor’s mouth as he listened dutifully to his own heart and continued his trail of kisses. “Wouldn’t dream of it, my love.” Since Valtor was still leaning on one of his arms to keep himself above you, he used his other hand to trail his fingers down your side, and up towards your dress. 

There was a breath of silence, both of you anticipating his next move, your eyes locking before Valtor reached for your dress and pulled your heart shaped sleeveless dress down, revealing your upper body to him. Despite your body feeling hot, your nipples still stood at attention, waiting for any kind of affection the man of your desire might give them.

Valtor’s eyes remained locked on yours as he kissed the soft mounds of your breast, alternating between the two of them. His breath graced your sensitive nipples, but his lips didn’t touch them yet. Instead Valtor wanted to torture you for a little bit longer, pressing kissing and little bites on the skin around them. “Valtor.” His name spilled from your lips as a prayer, and he listened. For how could he refuse you when you sounded this beautiful?

His lips finally pressed a kiss on one of your nipples, before he gently sucked. A small moan escaped your lips, as you slowly raised your hips at the sensation. Subconsciously you gently pulled on Valtor’s hair and a groan came from his lips, but you could feel him smile against your skin. 

After a few minutes Valtor pulled away, and this time you let him. Your breath came out quickly, as you kept your eyes locked on him. Valtor reached for your dress, hiking the rest of the fabric up to pull it over your head, leaving you in only your underwear since you hadn't needed a bra in this type of dress.

The two of you could just magically make your clothes disappear, and most times you did. But sometimes, like now, you two wanted the addition of taking each other’s clothes off. Of getting to undress another, to feel each other’s hands as you slowly revealed one another. To truly see each other. Like the way Valtor was looking at you right now. As if you were the center of the universe, his universe. As if you were the goddess of the universe, and him your loyal subject. As if he was made to worship at your feet, and worship you he would.

Anticipation filled your body as Valtor reached for you, crawling on top of you as he gave each of your breasts another kiss before he continued his path down. A kiss on your sternum, a kiss on your stomach, your navel, and just above the line of your underwear. Just as his hands moved to your hips to grab the edges of your underwear, his eyes locked with your again as he pulled them down.

You moved your hips up for a few moments to help him ease them off, before laying back down again. Valtor pressed a kiss on your pubic bone, and then on both insides of your thigh. Valtor slowly spread your legs, bearing you for him. His arms slid between your legs, as you had them slightly raised. One of his hands brushed over your hip and to your upper thigh, squeezing the skin underneath. His other hand found yours, which you didn’t notice until now, had been clutching the sheets. Your fingers entwine together, tightly holding onto each other.

“My heart, my love, let me worship you.” Valtor growled against your skin, as his kisses trailed lower and lower to the area between your legs. The place you need his lips, it had been ignored for so long. You longed, needed his touch, his lips, anything he would give you. "Please." A breathless plea was the only thing you managed to say, followed by a moan as Valtor’s lips finally made contact.

Your fingers gripped his fingers tightly as he worshiped you. It was not long before Valtor found the little button between your folds which made you see stars. He sucked, licked and kissed as if his survival depended on your pleasure. Perhaps it did, as you would surely kill him if he stopped now. No matter that he was the greatest wizard of all time. But luckily he didn’t.

Moans escaped your lips, along with his name as if in prayer. As if it was the only thing you knew how to say, but it wasn’t enough. You could feel your pleasure reach higher, and higher but you needed more. And so you tried your best to gather your thoughts through your lust filled brain to form a sentence. “My love, I need,-” A loud moan escaped your lips, and pulled you from your sentence as Valtor gave a hard suck on your clit. 

Luckily you didn’t need to gather your thoughts again as Valtor’s hand slipped from your upper thigh. Valtor pulled away for a moment, giving you a short moment to catch your breath. Then you feel the sensation of his fingers gliding through your folds. “My heart, you are soaking.” Valtor said, and you could hear the pride in his voice. You didn’t feel any shame, because you knew Valtor loved to see you like this. You could hear it in his voice, and see it in the way he looked at you.

“O-only for you.” You managed to say between breaths of air, and a dark chuckle escaped Valtor’s lips. “Mmmh.” You moaned as Valtor’s fingers slowly entered you. “I may hope so, for I pity the fool who dares touch what belongs with me.” belongs with him, not belongs to him. He truly sees you as his equal. You love this man, this wizard. You would travel to the darkest corners of the magic dimensions for him, you would die for him. If only he would continue to look at you like he is now, for him to love you like he does now. 

“V-valtor.” You moaned again as his lips now joined his fingers. The combining sensation of his tongue and fingers is enough to make your pleasure reach higher, and higher. Especially when he found that spot inside you that made you see stars. Your moans increased, your free hand grabbing his hair again to get a hold on him, to make sure he didn’t pull away, not now you were getting closer and closer to the edge of your pleasure. You were almost there, ready to throw yourself off the edge and fly.

“Come for me, my heart.” The vibrations of his growl added to the sensation, and with a loud moan you came apart. Behind your vision you saw light, and stars as your climax ripped through you. Valtor slowed down his ministrations to ease you back down from your high. 

When you opened your eyes again Valtor was looking at you with a satisfied smirk. You chuckled as you gave his hand a squeeze. “You are still wearing too many clothes for the next part.” You commented, earning another chuckle from Valtor, who in returns sat back on his knees, and slowly started to unbutton his blouse. Your eyes didn’t leave him for a second, wanting to take in any piece of skin that you have been missing for the last seventeen years.

When Valtor’s blouse was gone, you slowly pushed yourself into a sitting position. With the way he was still on his knees, you could easily reach for pants. Unbuttoning them as you looked up at him, and pulled his pants down, along with his underwear. You didn’t want to waste another second to see him in his full glory.

Valtor’s desire for you was evident, a drop of pre-cam leaking from his tip. He couldn’t wait to have you, to be inside of you, to feel you clench around him as you came undone. Just the thought of it was enough to make his cock twitch. Valtor saw you reach for him, but he placed his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you back into the mattress again. “Another time, my heart. I need to be inside of you, sooner rather than later.”

Valtor quickly made work of his pants, pulling them down the rest of the way, as he crawled back on top of you. Your legs wound around his waist, as he slid his cock over your entrance a few times, coating himself in your arousal.

“I thought you needed to be inside-” Valtor slipped inside of you before you could finish your sentence, filling you up entirely. Your body needed to get used to his size again, but it only added to the sensation. Valtor taking your body, taking what belongs with him. A moan of his own had escaped his lips as he felt you tighten around him, as if even your body was trying to pull him even deeper. 

Valtor pulled back out again, before pushing himself back in again. Then he picked up the pace, leaning forward as your legs fully wrapped around him. He placed his elbows next to your face, and he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. You could feel your pleasure building again, as Valtor reached deep enough to hit that spot again which made your legs like jelly.

After your kiss Valtor slowly pulled away, and leaned back again. You already missed his skin against yours, but when he leaned back on his knees, grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders, you knew things were about to get serious. 

When your legs were over his shoulders, he pressed a kiss on one of your ankles, before Valtor set a brutal pace. In this new position Valtor was able to reach even deeper, and able to hit your G-spot even better. And this way you were even together for him, milking him for all he was worth. 

It wasn’t long that your second climax reached you, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. And Valtor reached his pleasure not soon after. Your moans, the way you looked like a goddess, the way you clenched around him was enough for him to come undone. Just like you, but with your name on his lips, Valtor came.

When he came down from his climax Valtor slowly lowered your knees, massaging your legs to get the blood flowing again. Then he slowly pulled out, and he watched as the combined mixture of your juices slipped between your legs. Valtor waved his hand, and a wet towel appeared in it.

With the utmost care he cleaned you up first, before he did himself. When he was satisfied with the work, he made the towel disappear again. You had your eyes closed, and if Valtor didn’t know any better he would have thought you asleep. 

You had still been recovering from your seventeen years as a statue, and now with your activities you had used up all that energy. Not that you would complain, Valtor knew that. The two of you had needed this. To feel each other, to show each other the love between the two of you. The love that none of the outside world would know about until the time was right. 

Valtor knew you were awake, but just drowsy. His suspicions were confirmed when he laid down on his back beside you. You turned around to place your head on his chest, and one of your hands on his stomach. Valtor pulled the blankets over the two of you, before wrapping his arms around you.

“Please, just stay with me for a moment.” Your voice sounded sleepy, and Valtor knew it would only take a few moments for you to drift off to sleep again. He could feel his own eyes getting heavy as well. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent night's sleep. Probably because he didn’t have you in his arms. “Of course.” He pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you.” You said against his chest, fighting every instinct to fall asleep. Just wanting to hear those words replied back to you.

“I love you too.” Valtor confessed to the shadows, and their mistress that he was holding tightly against him.Not soon after he could feel your breath slow down, and he knew you were asleep. Not soon after Valtor fell asleep as well. Later they would strategize on how they would conquer the rest of the magix dimension. For now, he just wanted to sleep with the woman he loved, now that she was back in his arms for the first time in seventeen years. Now that they are together again.

[dreamalongwithamy]

[Winx Club]

Credit: mine

-yk that one specific shot in the 4kids season 1 opening number where the lyric is ‘look all you want but don’t touch the hair’ and it’s a clip of bloom in one of the early episodes where she transforms for the first time? no?…yeah well that’s taken permanent residency in my core memories since the first time I saw it as a wee child and I don’t know why.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

I'd bring you so much further down and twist your mind until the end of time

Summary: The Trix deal with the aftermath of being possessed by the ancestral witches.

There is a vacancy. A hollowness. And Icy isn’t sure if it is metal or metaphysical. Can’t tell where shock and emotional stress starts and residue dark magic begins. Maybe it is all the same, maybe they are so tightly interlaced that they are one now, completely inseparable and to fix her both problems need to be fixed in tandem.

She doesn’t quite remember too much but she does remember the ice dragon. Remembers that she had been forced to conjure it. It might have been exhilarating and empowering if she hadn’t been rendered powerless and deprived of any autonomy. She thinks that she has always been something of a tool; people use and discard her left and right. First Darkar and then Valtor. And she always falls for the rouse.

Darcy remembers all too much but she refuses to speak about what she remembers. It is hard to reconcile having so much awareness but lacking all of the strength and fortitude to stop it. She has always prided herself on her mental resilience, her ability to resist and withstand psychic assaults. But there had been a chink in her amor that has left her self-confidence completely shattered.

Stormy remembers nothing. Absolutely nothing. And maybe that is why she is faring better than her sisters. One of them has to be doing well. To balance things out Stormy had taken the most physical damage in having her ancestress ripped from her body. She wears no sign of it on the outside but she struggles to walk sometimes and when she does it is usually with a limp or a hesitation of her left leg.

They get no sympathy, why would they? They’d done this to themselves, really. They mess with dark forces and never learn from any of the times that it had blown up in their faces.

Icy stares at her knee, she can never seem to take her eyes off of it–off of that patch of sickly green. Sometimes she swears that it is spreading. Her mind often plays those kinds of tricks on her. She resents that patch of green that doesn’;t seem to have any intention of retracting or fading. Hates that it reminds her of how weak willed she had been. Hates that it mars her formerly flawless skin. She knows that she should stop staring and stop dwelling. But what else is there to do in a prison cell? She can’t even speak to and confide in her sisters; Magicx has wisened up and decided to keep them separated just on time for her to lose her desire for evil plots and scheming. Just on time for her to want her sisters there just to keep her company—just so she can keep them company.

She knows that she has failed them—and failed them in a way that has left them broken. And she can’t even talk to them about it. They are going to hate her. They probably already do.

.oOo.

She wonders if anybody cares about them. She wonders if she would be taken seriously if she asked for help or if they would write it off as another ploy—a careful manipulation from a master manipulator. But Darcy means it this time. Sincerely. She desperately needs help. She desperately needs her sisters.

She feels like all of Magix and beyond gloss over what she and her sisters have been through. More likely, they simply don’t care in the slightest.

She never thought that she’d say as much, but she misses Light Rock. At least they had beds in Light Rock. At least they were comfortable at Light Rock. Mildly annoyed but comfortable. Here they have mattresses to sleep on but they smell of mothballs and are coated in dirt on top of being stiff and chewed by rats.

They should have quit while they were ahead. Should have quit when people were still interested in trying to rehabilitate them. Still interested in extending compassion. Compassion and comfort.

Darcy draws her legs up to her chest, burrows deeper into the darkest corner of her cell, and rocks herself slightly. She can’t get it out of her head; the voice of her ancestress coaxing her to kill. She isn’t the killing type but she wasn’t given a choice.

She wants help. She needs it. She is too afraid to ask.

And when she looks into the eyes of those guards she knows that it would be worth it to try asking.

.oOo.

Stormy misses when her body didn’t ache all over all the time. Icy and Darcy tell her that it’s because she had been possessed. She believes them but it still doesn’t make sense. She still doesn’t have all of the pieces put together.

If only she could talk to Icy or Darcy. Or just one of them. But she isn’t allowed to talk to anyone. And so she has nothing to do but sit with her pain.

To really dwell upon it.

She thinks that it has probably been weeks now and the pain hasn’t lessened, not even a little. She didn’t realize that getting possessed could do that to a witch. She never thought that it would happen to her and certainly not by her own ancestress.

Stormy finds a spot on her mattress and, for once, lays still. Absolutely still as she possibly can. It doesn’t hurt as much when she doesn’t move. So may she just won’t move again.

.oOo.

It has been months since Icy has felt anything remotely close to comfort and so she soaks it in as much as she can when she finally finds herself in an airconditioned room instead of the sweltering heat of her cell. She has become sickly and exists mostly in a daze of dreadful memories.

She knows that it is the heat that makes her sick. That makes her stomach queasy and her head dizzy. Her skin has grown red and is constantly peeling. Peeling but the green still persists. She doesn’t pay much mind to her skin anymore. It is ruined, likely beyond slavaging. Even if it weren’t, the things in her mind call her attention more. She can still hear Belladonna’s voice. It creeps into her brain giving the same commands that she has heard over and over again. And that command always comes with an onslaught of dreadful imagery. Dreadful memories. The ones that she had tried so very hard to repress.

Her own body had done its share of contorting and she will never again, for a second time, be able to forget the sound of her own limbs snapping and her own spine arching. But that pales in comparison to what she had seen of Stormy. Almost every inch of her body had a slash or a scrape. Every bone beneath that ribboned skin had been snapped or popped out of place.

And Darcy. Darcy had bled only from her nose but her posture had been uncanny. Disconcerting in the rigidity of her stance and more so in the pose that she had been suspended in. Her face had been twisted up; a mask of rage. Rage that didn’t meet one of her eyes. One of them had been blackened and leaking something thick and inky. The other had been open wide and Icy could see the real Darcy there. A locked jaw had prevented the scream from escaping her throat and so her eye did all of the screaming for her.

Icy imagines that her body hadn’t been in a much better state. Even after their ancestors had left and their transformations settled back into their natural state, her clothing had still been stained bright red. She remembers staring at her shaking hands, lacerated and bloody with the fingers bent and twisted.

She remembers that she was taken to the hospital and that they had done the bare minimum to keep she and her sisters alive. And then they’d tossed her into that cell to deal with the recurring nightmares and the resurfacing memories.

They are at Alfea now with cups of ice water, black tea, and pomegranate fruit punch, a small serving of their favorite meals, and clean clothing to cover their clean bandages. They smell of shampoo; Icy had been the only one of the two who could shower on her own. Icy wouldn’t let the Winx girls near Darcy and Stormy. Icy helped bathe them. Icy had dressed them. Stormy cried the whole time. Icy had been gentle but every single touch seemed to hurt her. Bloom mentioned that they would be seeing therapists of some variety. But all of that compassion has come too late. Stormy hasn’t uttered a single word and Darcy only mumbles to herself. Icy isn’t much in the mood for talking either.

.oOo.

Bloom always has seen the Trix as one entity that functioned as three independent fragments. Seldom do they show up without one another. It has happened several times but nowhere near as many times as they had shown up to start trouble as a trio. These days they are completely inseparable.

And nobody can get too close. Not without Icy giving them a hard time. For as much as the three of them, Icy especially, insisted that they weren’t actually friends she is very viciously protective of them.

So everybody keeps their distance. Nobody seems to know what to do.

Bloom is surprised to find that rather misses their antics. She wants Icy to throw her petty little insults. Things haven’t been the same without them causing their special brand of trouble. Somehow, she has a feeling that those days are over.

The Trix have finally reckoned with a force that they couldn’t handle. That they are struggling to overcome. They have always been resilient but resilience has a limit.

Griffin has mentioned euthanasia. Said that it would be a mercy for the Trix and the alleviation of a burden for everyone else. But Bloom can see it in Icy’s eyes; she doesn’t want to die.

.oOo.

“How are they?” Bloom asks.

“Stormy and I went for a walk.” Icy replies. A slow walk, but Stormy hadn’t complained of pain during it. She had made herself a few small tornados along the way. That old hag, Griselda is probably going to come in and bitch at her for letting Stormy tear up the flowerbeds and draw lazy spirals across the lawn. But it’s alright, it had made Stormy laugh. She has the most annoying cackle but Icy is relieved to be hearing it again.

“What about Darcy?”

“She still doesn’t want to use magic.”

“But is she eating again?”

Icy nods. “Here and there.” It is better than nothing.

It isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world and it certainly doesn’t come naturally to her but Icy sits down next to Darcy and lets the witch lean on her shoulder. Flora thinks that she should try holding Darcy or, at least, rubbing her back. Apparently she responds well to touch. Even if that touch is cold. Or maybe it is the familiarity of that cold that brings her a sense of comfort.

Not for the first time, Icy wonders what it had been like in her mind. What horrors Liliss had shown her to make her act this way.

.oOo.

It is like peeling back gauze or slowly unwrapping herself from a cocoon. Layer by layer, her dread begins to dissolve. Or maybe it is more accurate to say that each layer has frozen and melted away. Icy is by her side most of the time; Darcy can tell that she had run out of things to talk about at least a month or so ago. She is repeating the same stories and making the same small talk. But Darcy doesn’t mind, it isn’t the content of her speech that she likes but rather the sound of the voice that says those words. It is a constant, something routine and soothing in that routine. Icy’s voice has always been very pretty to listen to. And Stormy’s booming voice adds a nice, but semi-jarring ambiance.

She hears both of them but she is never quite listening.

She likes to lean on Icy. To feel that frigid draft that ripples off of her. The texture of her skin is a little rough in those places where the perpetual sunlight of her cell had burned her skin the worst, where the blisters had formed and popped. Her skin has grown pale again, nearly sheet white. Darcy rubs her cheek against Icy’s shoulder; evidently her shoulders had sustained the worst of those sunburns and, by all means, they should be unpleasant to touch. But Darcy finds the scar tissue comforting, it lets her know that Icy is real. And, by extension, that Stormy is real too.

“I guess that I don’t have too much to talk about today.” Icy mumbles.

“What do you mean, not much to talk about!? Stormy shouts. “Tell her the news.”

“There is no news.” Icy grumbles.

“Other than that you made out with me in the hallway.” Bloom says. “But that’s no big deal, right?”

Icy gives a little shift and Darcy lifts her head. “You…kissed Bloom?” She crinkles her nose. Her voice sounds hoarse even to her own ears. It has been so long since she has used it.

And maybe that is why Icy replies… “yeah, sort of.”

“Sort of!?” Stormy asks. “You’re whole tongue was, like, totally down her throat!”

“Fuck off, Stormy.” Icy folds her arms across her chest.

Darcy smiles and rubs her cheek against Icy’s bicep. She hasn’t heard those two go at it in a while. She closes her eyes. She’ll leave them to it.

.oOo.

Bloom knows that Icy hates it, that it makes her uncomfortable but Bloom likes to kiss the scars on the witch’s shoulders. She is almost certain that the witch is insecure about those scars, and that she would probably cover them up with long sleeves if they didn’t cause her to get overheated. She has mentioned getting tattoos. Bloom thinks that that would fit her very well.

More than the kissing of her scars, Icy doesn’t like it when Bloom traces her finger over that patch of green on her knee. She says that it is unsightly and she keeps that hidden beneath ribbons, bandages, and kneepads with spikes and snowflake motifs. She doesn’t wear those to bed. She hardly wears anything to bed, especially if she is going to be sleeping next to her. Bloom can’t sleep without blankets, Icy can only sleep with them if she takes layers of clothing off.

Most of the time Bloom falls asleep first. Most of the time Icy wakes up last. Most of the time Bloom wakes up to find Icy tangled around her. Icy still doesn’t know that she cuddles things in her sleep and Bloom doesn’t have the heart to break the news to her. She has been through enough already.

Currently she and her sisters are walking the streets of Magix, lately they have taken to occupying their usual spot at the Haunting Hex Cafe. Sometimes Bloom is afraid that Icy won’t come back. Now that she is fully healed—now that all three of them are fully healed—they can get back to their mischief. And Bloom suspects that one day they will. But every day, the three of them return and Icy tosses a t-shirt or a really stupid looking stuffed animal at her and says, “here, loser, I saw this and thought of you.” Bloom thinks that this might be her way of saying thank you. Icy isn’t exactly good at expressing her thoughts but she is doing her best. Bloom is just relieved that she is sounding more like herself again.

Stormy and, especially Darcy, still have a ways to go but they have Icy and she takes care of them well.

“It’s my fault.” She admits later that night. “That Darcy doesn’t talk as much.”

“Your fault?”

Icy nods. “I thought that it would be brilliant to team up without ancestresses. I didn’t think that they would…not to us…” she trails off.

“I wouldn’t have either.”

Icy rolls her eyes. “Bullshit! You’d have seen through that.”

“Only because they’re not my family. I would have listened to Daphne even if she had started saying suspicious things. I feel for fake Avalon’s lies.” She pauses. “You care about your family, Icy. You wanted to trust your family. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

This is probably the first time that anyone has told Icy that something she has done wasn’t evil, the first time that someone has hinted that they think that she might be a decent person deep down. It almost definitely is. The witch doesn’t seem to have a response.

After a while she mumbles. “Well it doesn’t matter. I almost lost them…”

“But you didn’t.” Bloom says. “Darcy and Stormy are getting better.”

“Stormy still walks differently.”

“And I think that it bothers you more than it bothers her.” Bloom says. “She’s adjusting just fine. And sometimes she does this thing where she pretends that it does bother her so that people will give her special treatment—I think that she’s enjoying that.”

Icy nods. “She likes attention.”

“Well she’s got it.” Bloom laughs.

“Darcy isn’t doing as well.” Icy replies. “When…if? When…? If…” she settles on, “if she gets better she is going to be pissed.”

“I don’t think that she will be.” Bloom assures her. “I think that if she blamed you, she wouldn’t want to lean on you.” It is so bizarre to hear the ice witch expressing guilt. Bloom rests her head on Icy’s chest and a hand on the woman’s shoulder. She kisses the witch’s neck. “I think that Darcy is going to do a lot better now, she has always been…”

“Less aggressive than Stormy and I?” Icy guesses. “Yeah, there were a lot of plans that she didn’t really care for.”

.oOo.

She is different now. They are all different now.

Stormy isn’t quite as impulsive, her agitation has given way to enthusiasm and a very bold sort of energy. She likes having very heated and very horrible rap battles with Musa. The kind that make Darcy’s cheeks flush with secondhand embarrassment. She has made a surprising connection with Stella who looks even more embarrassed on Musa’s behalf.

Icy is somewhat subdued. Darcy senses that Icy doesn’t like this about herself, but Darcy thinks that it is probably a good thing. Anyways, she seems content enough with Bloom. She had wanted to the Dragon Fire and, in some sense, she has it. She also has reclaimed a sense of normalcy in bickering with Bloom, witty and sarcastic banter. Hearing it brings Darcy some weird sense of comfort. She is a nicer person too, less judgemental. More empathetic, even if she won’t admit it.

And Darcy…she supposes that she has always been rather introverted and that hasn’t changed. What has changed is the way that she works with her magic. For better or for worse she can no longer bring herself to play with people’s minds. She can’t do it without thinking of Liliss. And so she works mostly with the darkness aspect of her magic. She likes telling fortunes too. Looking into the future and telling fairies who is going to ask them out on dates for a few coins or trinkets that she finds interesting. She thinks that maybe one day she will open up a shop and sell crystals and cauldrons and other curiosities. And she can tell fortunes on the side.

She has aspirations now, she realizes, life goals. Simple, mundane ones. But she treasures them nonetheless. For quite some time she has been seeing the futures of others. She can finally see one for herself and her sisters again.

[taiyoooh]

Was inspired by @yogurt-bee 's mdtb Winx Club post and then spiraled into Winx Club design mode. As I tend to do...

I tried to keep a bit of their original armor shapes, for as much as we see them (literally one shot of Hikaku and 2 inconsistent shots of Touka). Fudging on some colors to make them stand out more, especially from each other.