#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?

Thank you in advance 💙

Hiii im fine and you, of course I can do your request, it's a little bit short I have writing block, Im sorry💙 😕

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. 

[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

[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.

[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.

[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]

Brushing a strand of hair away for Rivusa pleaseeee :)

It felt like it had been days since they’d seen anything other than those creatures – the army of decay Codatorta had called them. Riven would have killed anyone and anything for a good meal and more than three consecutive hours of sleep. 

Any consideration that his inability to sleep came from the guilt he felt had been quickly pushed to the recesses of his mind. He should have known Darcy was up to no good, it should have been obvious from the company she kept, but he really wanted to believe that she wasn’t like her sisters. Fuck had he been wrong. And now, because he hadn’t clocked that she was as psychotic as her sisters, his classmates were here fighting for their lives. His squad was fighting for their lives. A bunch of useless fairies were fighting for their lives. And the not-so-useless fairies too. And Musa.  

They’d been assigned teams of three – two specialists and one fairy. Him, Musa, Brandon. By all accounts a formidable team. Except that he was pretty sure Musa hated him. Or at least she barely spoke to him. It probably didn’t help much that he hadn’t mustered up the courage to speak to her (besides anything related to fighting), or at the very least apologise for that bullshit stunt he pulled in Magix. Gods, he felt like such an ass for that.  

“Musa, behind you” Brandon shouted.  

The musical fairy managed to swerve just in time to avoid one of those rot-bug claws knocking her down. She grimaced at the squire. Brandon laughed. Riven said nothing.  

Despite the less-than-stellar communication, they worked well as a team. Brandon and Riven were both short-range fighters, and Musa’s powers worked well from up close and personal, but also from a distance. He and Brandon had to wear ear protectors that made him feel like his head was a table covered in baby-proof protective padding. Feeling like his head was covered in marshmallow was worth it, though, if it meant he got to keep Musa close to him.  

“Fuck these fucking things” Musa groaned as they watched the creature she’d just blown to bits gather up and reform.  

“This is never going to end” Brandon sighed as he slashed down one of the smaller creatures and parried to the left to avoid its fellow creatures' incoming attack. “God I hope Sky’s okay.”  

“And Bloom” Musa reminded.  

“Yeah, and Bloom.” 

Riven stepped forward, pushing his blade into what should’ve been the creature’s stomach. It melted around his sword, ending up in a pool of bugs near his feet. He stepped away from it, trying to avoid being swarmed by the small cockroach-like bugs.  

A loud boom went off behind him and he spun around, sword in front of him, looking for whatever creature Musa had just blown up. There was no more trace of it, its scattered bugs scurrying off to reform with other lost bugs.  

“Sorry for the lack of warning” she told him, moving a bit closer. “It was right on you.” 

“That’s okay” he managed to mumble back. She floated a few inches off the ground, right at his eye level, and only a foot or so away from him. This might be the nearest he’d been to her since he’d dropped out of the sky vortex onto the Alfea campus, and she’d come running to see her friends. Her hair looked like it needed to be washed – his probably did too – and her pigtails had fallen out of their elastics a few hours earlier. Dirt streaked her face and there was a scratch with a bit of dried blood on her right cheek. She looked tired. Really tired. She was still the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.  

In his peripheral vision, a claw of rotted monster appeared, swinging down at the fairy in front of him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, spinning them around so he took the brunt of the blow.  

It sent them falling to the ground, and he barely managed to avoid falling on top of her. She pulled up a shield from the ground, giving them a moment of respite to sit up and catch their breath.  

Musa sighed heavily as she sat up, pushing her messed hair out of her face. “Are you okay?” she asked him. “You didn’t have to -” 

“It’s fine” he told her. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“More than you have to” he added on after realising that getting hurt was inevitable in the current situation.  

She looked away from him, staring out at Brandon – who had been joined by Timmy, Tecna and Bishop – and their fighting classmates. When she looked back at him, a few strands of hair had fallen into her face. Before he could stop himself, he reached out to brush them out of her face. He could swear her breath had hitched when his thumb grazed her temple, but she may also have just been catching her breath.  

Their eyes locked - hers searching for his and his unable to look away from her – as she whispered: “I’m really glad you’re here.”  

“To help us fight this” she added after a moment, standing up as she spoke. “We can really use all the help we can get.”  

“Right, of course” he agreed, joining her on his feet and picking up his fallen sword. They fell back into place, working as a well-oiled if not completely exhausted three-person fighting machine. Not much else was said between them, which left her words echoing in his mind and the feel of her hair on the tips of his fingers. Maybe when all this was over, he’d try speaking to her again. 

[ibelieveinvillainsupremacy]

... i may have decided to expand my x reader/ headcanons stuff to more fandoms i'm in!

So here's all the characters you can send me requests for!

Minions Rise of Gru Belle Bottom Jean Clawed Svengeance Stronghold Winx Club Kalshara Brafilius

Disney Villains Everyone (yes, every single one)

Total Drama

Scarlett Max Jacques Josee

I don't have many rules, probably the only one is that i don't write nsfw stuff

So if you want to offer me a request go ahead!

[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.

[rxnefairs]

I wrote a Silrah thing! It’s sad and probably should be part of a bigger story. But it’s not. Because I suck. Either way, I hope you guys like it! <3

[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!”

[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.

[sharas]

what’s funny about velma (2023) is that they’ve already tried a dark and edgy scooby doo remake. the first live action movie from 2002 was originally directed towards adults, and was rife with dirty jokes, drug references, and cleavage shots of daphne and velma.

you know why the final product didn’t resemble that at all? bc they realized early on that the edgy grimdark angle fucking sucked. they reworked the movie to be more family-friendly— still with a complex plotline, but without the gratuitous sexual references and adult jokes. they did end up keeping a few references to shaggy smoking marijuana (his love interest being named mary jane, for one) but they were super toned down so that they’d go right over the heads of any kids watching.

it wasn’t necessarily a kids movie. i was five years old when it came out, and i loved it, but it was fun for teens and adults to watch too. and even with the dated cgi for scooby, it still has a lot of rewatch value. ask yourself if you think anyone is going to be rewatching velma in 2043 the way people still watch scooby doo twenty years after it was released.

this weird trend of the past few years of remaking fun and campy media into something edgy and full of shock value (wednesday, riverdale, and that awful winx club series come to mind) is so boring and trite and misguided. if you want to make dark media so bad, write something original instead of borrowing the barest skeletons of existing media and distorting them until they’re unrecognizable. it’s such an insult to the creators to have their stories mutilated by people who have no understanding of or appreciation for the characters or audience.

[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.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Fairy Of Fail

Summary: Icy is a horror and true crime podcaster, Bloom uploads epic fail montages. Bloom has made a montage of all of the Trix's most humiliating moments.

"Hey everyone! Bloom again, thee Fairy of Fail! And today I have some great clips lined up for you!" Bloom announces on the screen.

Blooms face disappears from the screen and in its place appears a fairy with short brown hair, amber eyes, and a khaki jacket carrying a suitcase that is ready to burst. She is walking past a trash can and a small set of stairs, leaving the viewer to wonder where and how the fail will happen. Starting strong, apparently, the fairy passes the stairs and the trash can without issue. Instead a stray strap of her suitcase catches on a door handle and she trips into another fairy who drops her lunch tray right onto the fallen fairy.

The second clip showcases a witch, Lunilla she recognizes, carrying a cauldron. She isn't paying attention being so deeply invested in a conversation with Shilly. She manages to trip and fall right into her cauldron where she gets stuck.

Icy watches clip after clip and endures Bloom's ridiculous commentary, half expecting to see any one of the Trix's own mishaps appear.

Bloom must be waiting for the right moment, biding her time for the prime opportunity for humiliation. Or, perhaps, she is hoarding clips upon clips to make an entire video devoted to the three of them.

Icy will kill the fairy, she swears it! No matter how many appearances that it might cause her to make on Bloom's video page.

"I can't believe that people actually watch this shit." Icy glares at the screen.

"I don't know, I think that it's kind of funny." Stormy remarks. "Did you guys see that one with the specialist and the troll!?"

"Of course you think that it’s funny." Darcy mutters. "How did you even find this anyways, Icy?"

"Do you just, like, stalk your nemesis?"

Icy shrugs. "Just appeared on the homepage one say." It is a sound enough explanation and much better than having g to admit that xFairy0fFailx had commented under several of her own videos.

For once, the witch can say that she didn't  initiate this particular squabble.

Frankly she would like to wager that Bloom is stalking her pages; true crime and horror movie discussions don't typically cross paths with fail videos and yo mama joke compilations.

The fairy, Icy decides, has the sense of humor of a 10 year old child.

Maybe it's about views; she is trying to get more of them than Icy has. But that wouldn't explain the comments that she likes to leave: 'I'll murder dat ass like a chupacabra witg sheep!', 'the only true crime I see is how snatched your waist looks in that skirt!', or most recently, 'have you slapped the Mothman's juicy ass yet!?'

She has half the mind to tell the fairy that she has indeed done so and that they have a dinner date scheduled for next Tuesday.

"She's the one that you've been complaining about, isn't she!?" Stormy guesses. "The one leaving all of those comments?"

"She is." Icy grumbles. "Because of course she is..."

Darcy quirks a brow and suggests, "maybe she's trying to get your attention to do some kind of weird collaboration video wit you?"

"What if she's trying to flirt with you!?" Stormy asks.

Icy isn't sure which theory displeased her more. "Oh darkness, what if it's both." Icy massages the bridge of her nose.

Stormy cackles.

Icy fails to see the humor in it.

.oOo.

Her antics have finally gotten her the response that she had been hoping for. After several very sassy, very comical responses to her comments, Icy has finally demanded to meet her in person again. She had made sure to ask why Bloom was being so indirect, it isn't as though the two of them have ever had any qualms about just popping in on one another before. Icy almost always shows up on her doorstep to start drama and throw a few hands. 

“Why couldn’t you just stick your desire for combat in a text? Or, you know, just show up at our doorstep like a normal nemesis?” Icy demands again.

“Because that’s no fun!” Bloom declares. With a boop to Icy’s nose. She is feeling rather bold today. “You have the most hilarious comebacks I’ve seen on the web and the viewers are loving it!” 

Icy deadpans. “Clicks. You’re doing this for…clicks!?”

Bloom nods. But that isn’t entirely true, she would be lying if she didn’t admit to herself that she had started her Fairy Of Fail account just to upload various clips and montages of the Trix doing their best but ultimately falling short. A way of giving them a taste of their own medicine for constantly tormenting Mirta, Lucy, and other witches that they found to be inferior.

Ultimately she couldn’t bring herself to go through with it, what kind of fairy would it make her to be vengeful. 

But that won’t stop her from having a least a little bit of fun. “I also needed you to get mad enough to check in on me.” 

“So this is a trap?” Icy quirks a brow.

Bloom nods.

“Okay, so clearly you need some help with mischief and petty evil; rule number one of traps.” She pauses. “Don’t say that your trap is a trap until after the person has been effectively and helplessly trapped!” 

“I didn’t!” Bloom declares. “I put a spell on the door that makes it impassable for at least three hours!”

“Your windows are looking very smashable right now.”

“Those have been spelled too!”

“I will freeze a hole through the floor and then it’s over for you.”

“You can do that but then you’ll put yourself right in the middle of Alfea’s lunchroom and there will be so many people there.” Bloom points out. “Or you can sit on the couch and watch one little video with me.”

Icy blinks before falling more deadpan than before. “You lured me here to make me watch shitty memes videos with you?”

“Something like that.” 

“You’re going to make me watch your even shittier videos aren’t you?” She grimaces. “Oh darkness, you’re going to make me be your test audience!”

Bloom smirks. “Take a seat, I have snacks.” 

“Snack on this!” She plunges her hand into the popcorn bowl and lifts it back out with a palmful of popcorn and her middle finger extended.

“You’re so creative and funny. We should make a video together.” Bloom pats her back. 

With a groan, the witch lets the popcorn fall back into the bowl. “I don’t know if you know this but reading scary internet stories isn’t exactly compatible with…” she crinkles her nose, “whatever you’re doing here.”

Bloom turns the screen on. Icy folds her arms across her chest but she sits down, “alright, hurry up and get this over with so I can get on with my day.” She grumbles. “Expect a very in depth and brutally honest critique of your editing and video composition skills.”

“I will. Just make sure that you also give an in depth and brutal critique of the content.”

“Won’t be hard, your clips are always so lame.” 

Bloom has a feeling that Icy has a feeling that she knows exactly what she is about to watch. The woman scowls at the computer screen as the first clip rolls. It is a rather mundane moment in comparison to what is to come, the moment where Musa slaps Icy in front of Stormy and several Cloud Tower witches. Bloom had thought about editing it with a slow motion repetition and an emphasis on the slap sound. 

Icy rolls her eyes. 

The next clip is of Stormy getting zapped by the scales. “That one isn’t even a good clip!” Icy insists. “We won that battle! We stole the codex and I blasted your boyfriend into an eternal sleep.” 

“If it was an eternal sleep then why is he awake and in my DMs even though we broke up.”

“Do you want me to put him into an even more eternal sleep? I can put him into a deeper eternal slumber.”

“You would do that for me!?” Bloom holds her hand to her chest. “Even though I’m forcing you to watch every single moment where we kicked your asses!?”

“I’ll put you into a sleep so eternal that it is a coma.” Icy grumbles. 

One after another the Trix’s worst moments flash across the screen; fighting and nearly losing to Amentia, that time when they had fought them in the vacation realm only to be swept away by flood waters, plummeting into the Black Willow’s tears and emerging as children, Griffin blasting the three of them into the Detention Dimension…

On and on until the montage ends with what Bloom believes is their most spectacular failure; the Pixie Village incident.

By the end of it Icy is slumped so far down the sofa that she may well slip off of it. She keeps her arms firmly folded across her chest and wears something between a scowl and a pout on her face. Bloom swears that she hears the woman mutter, “darkness, we’re pathetic.” 

“How did you do it?” Bloom asks. 

“How did I do what?” 

“Become the most popular witch at Cloud Tower? You’re kind of cringe.” 

Icy makes some sort of half choking noise. “I am not!” 

“Then explain this!” Bloom replays the clip of her getting hit by her own rebounding spell once more.

“No.”

“No!?”

“I won’t explain it.” 

“That’s fine because I think that I already know! I think that people just don’t notice that you’re a big, kind of clumsy dork because you hide it under so many layers of darkness and villainy.” 

Icy gives a haughty little sniff but Bloom swears that her cheeks are at least a little pink. “Right.”

“You’re also really adorable!” Feeling daring, she ruffles Icy’s hair.

Icy grits her teeth and snarls, face fully flushed. Perhaps a smarter fairy would be trembling with fear at the plummeting temperature. Bloom flashes a smile and pats Icy’s reddened cheek. It grows redder still and the air becomes frostier. 

It isn’t the first time that she has made the witch blush. There’s something rather precious about it. Even if it comes with a death risk. 

“You want to see adorable? I’ll show you…” She trails off into a sputter. “Is that a camera? Are you recording this, Bloom!?”

“I might be.”

.oOo.

Oh she is going to kill the fairy. Freeze her so solid that nobody will be able to tell that she was anything but an ice sculpture. 

“If you do a podcast with me, I won’t release it as bonas content alongside my Trix special!” She pauses. “I also won’t release the Trix special. One way or another, you’ll be featured on my vlog.”

“So you’re blackmailing me?”

Bloom nods.

As agitating as it is, Icy has to respect it; it is just so delightfully diabolical in the most petty sense. “For what? Why would you want to do a podcast with me?”

Bloom shrugs, “I like your content and think that we could make some really cool content together. Something that’s creative, edgy, and witty. And don’t ask me why I didn’t just ask you because we both know that you would have said no.”

“You don’t even like horror…”

“That is not true! When I was like six years old I went to a sleepover and watched Amityville Horror. I told my mom that I was going to be watching a fantasy movie but I lied. I had nightmares for weeks but I own the DVD now.” 

“Wait until you learn that it was based on a true story and I ought to drag you to that house, summon whatever demons are still there, and coax them to possess your soul.” 

“Sounds like a great way to start our new vlog together! The viewers will love it.”

“You think that you’re really clever don’t you, Bloom?” 

“Because I am.” She beams. “So what do you say, start a horror and true crime vlog with me?”

Truth be told it doesn’t sound like a particularly dreadful idea. Darcy and Stormy join her for videos now and then but Stormy can’t stay focused long enough for a podcast and Darcy prefers more practical themes like witchcraft tutorials and instructing views on how to steal someone’s man effortlessly. “Like I have a choice.” She mutters more to herself.

Bloom pokes at her cheek. “We’re going to have a great time making videos together!”

“Yeah and by the end of it I’ll be covering a story about your mysterious disappearance and I’ll have to pretend like I know nothing about it.” 

Bloom laughs. Laughs to the point of tears. Icy exhales deeply—she is in for quite a time. She isn’t sure what kind of time she will be having with the fairy but it will certainly be some kind of time. 

“What mysterious disappearance are we going to cover first?” Bloom inquires. 

It rolls off of her tongue before she can stop it, “the mysterious disappearance and untimely death of my dignity.”

[darlenicy]

what other people saw as kids: *gay awakening*

what I saw as a kid: my favorite character and idol slaying the annoying main character like a goddamn Q U E E N