#winx oneshots

[devilheartsblog]

Wizards of the Cat Circle

Tagging @coredetenebris cause cat Duman inspired the idea

In terms of specific cats, Duman’s a black cat, Ogron’s a white cat, Gantlos is a main coon and Anagan’s a bobtailed tabby

[lumaconstante]

OPEN REQUESTS!!!

Notice: I don't write scenes between underage characters, or adult characters with underage characters. Incest is also out of the question , I do not accept these types of requests.

I can write headcanons, scenarios, oneshots and short stories. Below I am leaving two small lists, you can leave requests in the comments for other fandons that do not exist on this list, maybe I know them and can write and add them to the list.

Anime

Boku no Hero Academia / My Hero Academia

Otome no Hametsu Flag / My Next Life as a Villainess

Diabolik Lovers (anime and games)

Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji

Jibaku Shounen Hanako Kun

Oshi no Ko

Moriarty The Patriot

Howl's Moving Castle

Movies, books, series, HQs and games:

Harry Potter

Hogwarts Legacy

Percy Jackson (All Books)

Batfamily

Superfamily

Castlevania

Winx Club

Alice in Wonderland

Lord of the rings

And if you like the Gothamverse, DC comics, Batfamily, anime, Taylor Swift and hero stories in general you will probably like 'Star'. Available on Wattpad in Portuguese and English:

[imhereformr]

"so what now?" for riven and musa?

It seemed like the life she’d wanted, that she’d worked so hard for, was losing its sparkle. Her lyrics fell flat, her friends were all busy, her boyfriend – though a complete sweetheart – was just not right for her, and she felt like she was drowning in the star she’d become. Musa was no longer the girl who had grown up in a slummy apartment building on the wrong side of an otherwise beautiful city; she was Musa, international superstar, beloved by many. She just didn’t know how to be that person and still be herself. How could she be when every move she made, every word she said became headline news? How could she be when she couldn’t remember who she had been before her fame took over? 

It kept her up some nights – most nights – this feeling of being lost, of being trapped, of never living up to what people wanted her to be. And soon enough, it became no feeling at all. Her days filled with empty, repetitive motions: go to the studio, try to write something halfway decent, overcriticize every word she wrote, give up with an empty promise that tomorrow would be better, see a boyfriend she wasn’t sure she liked anywhere near as much as he liked her, then go home and do it again the next day. She was a walking shell of someone else. Who that was, she was never too sure.  

Her boyfriend was out of town. Her evenings were free to do what she wanted. She had spent most of the last week at home, staring at the TV or an empty page in another futile attempt to get some writing done. After six days of that, she decided she hated sitting at home, so she texted one of her many so-called friends – not her girls, but the ones that hung around because she was famous – and asked them to go dancing. She danced around mindlessly as she listened to them talk about her birthday next month or watched them take shots on her tab. When she walked away, they didn’t notice.  

What had possessed her to do what she did next was a mystery. All she knew was that when she’d stepped outside, he was there. He was there and she needed to feel something good. He’d always been so good at making her feel good; at making her happy. That, or unbelievably angry. Both were better alternatives.  

He'd seemed surprised to see her there, but he shouldn’t have been. Every gossip rag had paparazzi that had likely already spotted her and reported it. He shouldn’t have been there though. He hated clubs, always had.  

They didn’t talk much. A shocked hi was said and then she’d seen her car be pulled around. She couldn’t tell if he was upset that her car had arrived to take her away, but then he’d always been good at pretending not to care. She thought he might have because when she pulled him into the car with her, he didn’t resist. And when she straddled him in the backseat and kissed him, he responded appropriately – enthusiastically.  

Her driver dropped them off at her house. She pulled Riven into the house and within two minutes found herself pinned to the sitting room wall, her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on her bare skin. For the first time in much longer than she cared to admit, Musa felt like she was on fire; like she could combust into a million tiny stars and be taken away by the wind, scattering over every inch of the night sky.  

At some point, somehow, they ended up on her bed where they now lay, legs still intertwined. He was beside her, only linked by their legs, she knew that, but she swore she could still feel him. She could feel his hand running down her back, over her stomach and lower still; his breath against her shoulder as he drew himself into her; his teeth on her neck; his lips on hers; his hands in her hair, on her cheek, her hand; his stubble against her inner thigh; his eyes looking into hers; him. 

Him. 

Him. 

Riven.  

Her Riven. (He wasn’t, she reminded herself briefly.) 

On her. Around her. In her.  

She wanted more.  

She wanted him to stay. 

Wanted to feel this alive again. 

Was that too much to ask of him? They’d broken up for a reason – a good one too. He wasn’t sure he could handle everything that came with her career path. It was better for them to break up while they could still be friends instead of once they resented each other. Asking him to stay would be stupid. He’d never do it.  

She should say something, she realised. They’d been laying there in silence for... she didn’t actually know how long. What should she say? Thanks for the fuck, it was good? I see your dick is still functioning? Please never leave me again? Well that was fun? All terrible options that made her sound psychotic.  

Musa chanced a glance at him out of the corner of her eyes. He was staring at her, completely unashamed of the way his sparkling violet eyes roamed over her face. She sat up, facing him head on. “So, what now?”  

Riven sat up too. His eyes looked over her bedroom in thought, a soft smile that had her feeling like she was sixteen again gracing his lips when his eyes met hers.  

“How about coffee?”  

Coffee? Musa looked at the clock on her nightstand. “It’s 2 am...” 

A shadow flickered in his eyes and for a moment she saw the bravado-faking, uncertain boy she’d fallen in love with all those years ago. She thought maybe he’d lash out like he used to, but instead he took a deep breath and spoke calmly, if not with a small quiver of doubt in his voice. “I was hoping you’d let me stay the night, but I can leave if you wa-” 

“I don’t” she interjected. Musa forced herself to take a breath. “I don’t want you to leave.” 

He smiled at her, and she melted. She was officially sixteen again, putty in this man’s hands, desperate for him to give her the smallest bit of affection. “So, coffee?” 

Musa returned his smile. His widened, and she knew. He was eighteen again, head over heels for her and trying to figure out how to handle it, unable to get her off his mind, willing to die for her. He would stay if she wanted him to. She knew he would.  

And with him around, maybe she could write a decent song again. Actually, she could already see the lyrics forming in her mind.  

[lawielvspd]

K, hear me out

Palladium's hearing is really sensitive due to the magnitude of his ears and clearly, because he is an elf, so every loud noise like a crowd shouting, a pot falling to the ground, blah blah, can leave him stunned for a few seconds

DuFour is a good friend of Palladium, that's what I notice k? they are the typical inseparable duo where the two are so equal and so different at the same time, so, like a good friend, she organizes a birthday party for Palladium, But guess what, as she guide him into the room where the party is taking place, shouts of "Happy Birthday" cause the elf to cover his ears as he bends slightly in an attempt to protect himself

The screams stopped and Palladium notices that it is now safe, He stops covering himself and everything continues as if nothing had happened, but the others noticed that small detail

After that, the next party is different, Palladium enters the room, having his hands ready to cover his ears, but when he enters, he hears nothing but calm voices saying "Happy birthday, professor", they did not shout, they spoke in a normal and calm tone, leaving Palladium motionless for a few seconds while his eyes became slightly watery, he let out a somewhat nervous laugh and thanked while laughing, then they continued the party, from that on it is always like that, there are no shouts nor noises that could hurt him because they love that teacher so much that they would hate to make him feel bad in any way (Come on, he's like a father figure)

[charlotteking23]

hey guys I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long time but I have been super busy with exams and life in general. But I promise to try and update more often when I have time.

Love you all!

XOXO, charlotte

[courtneyraeblogs1221]

Fate: The Winx Saga Recommendations

Smut - *

Riven

Little Tease*

I’ve Got It Bad (Part 2)

Electolite

Innocent Or Not*

Bad Boys Bring Heaven To You

Hoodie

When Riven Gets Bored

Be Nice

Worth The Wait*

Birthday Girl

Scared To Death

Riven x Musa

One Good Turn Deserves Another*

I Think It’s Strange You Never Knew*

Threesoms

Turn Me On* (Riven x Sky x Bloom)

[winxrewritingsandfictions]

My AU & Headcanon

In this post, I'm going to explain many details about how I see the Winx universe. This post will be updated regularly.

A few words of introduction. 🍄

Hello there, I'm Sam. I'm 25 and I live in Paris, France. I have a degree in English literature, and most precisely as a researcher in American literature. So, yes, I love reading and writing. 🧡

Kimii used to be my user name when I was twelve. I used to have a french news account on Winx club. (does it still exist? Nope... the website shut down in 2023). So when I created my account here, I just kept it. It's a sort of identity I embraced my whole teenage years, so it made sense to keep it. It's my Winx Identity.

For the language, I write in English. I may be fluent, but I can leave some mistakes here and there. If you notice any big ones, please feel free to send me a DM. Thank you very much. It can be hard sometimes to notice them.

The Winx Club I grew up with. 🌚

The first thing I think is essential to know about my writing, is that I grew up with the only french dub existing, which is based on the original one (Rai Italy). I stick a lot to the original plot while I try to make it more conherent and consistent.

Headcanon or Canon? ☀️

I'm mostly canon at first sight. Indeed, I stick to the original plot, but I also tend to modify details, timelines, or events so it makes more sense. I like to change those details enough that the story holds more realism and maturity.

One of the major things I do when I keep the original plot is that I add the details given in the comic books. For those who didn't read them, the main storyline is similar (Bloom looking for her parents, etc...) The comics feel more like filler episodes. That's why I like to add those details to my stories. For example, Bloom has a job in Magix. It is shown in the comics but not the cartoon. This detail makes sense as we see in season 4 that the specialists exchange valuables for paper money. The same goes for Bloom, she works in order to have Magix's currency.

So consider my Winx canon as a mix of both comic books and of the cartoon.

I write a lot about Bloom & Sky, (oops ?🤗) since they are my favorite. I have many, many, MANY ideas for them. So it won't be very balanced between the pairings 😶 However, I do accept prompts and requests for pretty much every character.

Most, if not all my stories are linked. I like to build a consistent timeline. So if you happen to read all the oneshots or longer ff, you will notice some ref to older ff or oneshots I posted. On my main post, always make sure to include a set timeline so it gives you an idea of where the scenes take place. After season 4, I don't acknowledge anything. Not even the second movie (I liked it a lot but it is a huge problem in my timeline since the dubs are all over the place...)

For the stories that happen in the future, those would be more headcanon. The pairings might be canon most of the time, the plots would be so advanced that I don't think they can be considered canon. Plus, I love world-building.

Information on some characters. 🌈

Musa & Tecna: not royals in my AU. They are not introduced as such in the Rai version. Plus, I much prefer them as "normal people" as it brings even more diversity to the cartoon. I would hate to have most Winx girls being princesses... For Tecna, I want to work on her as half fairy, half android. Just like she was supposed to be.

Riven: Oh Riven.... I have a sort of affection for him. Like a soft spot for who he could be if the writing of the show had given him more time to grow. I will work on that. You have my word. Not only do I want him to have a past, but also a future. I see him doing great things.

Aisha/Layla: In the french dub, she is called Layla, but I really like Aisha because we love diversity here. Plus, Aisha has a beautiful meaning!

Sky: In my AU, he stays Brandon at the beginning and then Prince Sky later on like in the original. I plan on writing a few oneshots about what if he had been "prince Sky" from the beginning, or if he had never attended Red Foutain (I really like that one hehe).

Helia: I like the idea of Helia being a bit cold and blunt, like at the beginning of season 2. (or at least he was in French). That man did not care about anybody but Flora and I loved that. So I will work with him in that way.

Diaspro: I get that most fans tend to redeem her a lot, but I think her arc in seasons 1, 2, and 3 is brilliant. Although the path of the narrative did not allow her to grow a little bit or even explain why she behaved the way she did. So, my Diaspro is still... Well Diaspro, but I want to build her more realistically. She is an interesting character. Her being a fairy and yet being manipulative and self-centered is much more realistic. It brings a lot of dimention to the magical world. Wwhat if she was forced by conventions and traditions to be a fairy, because of her nobility ? hmmm... You will have to wait and see.

Nabu: Don't talk to me, he will live on forever on this Tumblr. While I love him, and I adore his sacrifice, I can't let go of him. He is just sleeping, Okay. Now move along. 💨

Samara and Erendor: I have read @gins-potter fanfic (go read it! ) and she made me remember one of my childhood frustration. Why in the world does Sky look nothing like his parents??! Erendor looks like... Brandon? She actually changed their appearance, which I loved. I want to keep Samara as she is, but maybe Erendor will have to suffer a rendez-vous at the hairstylist. And @gins-potter agreed to let me use her depiction of Erendor since it feats perfeclty the way I imagined him.

Domino/Sparx: I will only use Domino as it is the name I always knew. Same for Melody.

When it comes to the Winx and their life after Alfea, I have a very detailed idea of their jobs and position etc... I will either do a post abour it, or just let you guys discover more about it in the stories.

Last Update: 17/06/24.

[smittenbyvillains]

Can you do a manipulative Valtor x reader, where he catches them in an ancient witch/ warlock library researching spells. After spying on them he realizes the want to learn both witch and fairy magic rather than committing to one. They are friends with the winx and usually hangs out with Flora. He realizes that the reader and him share something, a hunger for knowledge.

Warnings: manipulating, threats, language,

You had been always feeling a pull to both fairies and witches. You crave the knowledge of both. You were at breakfast when Flora pulled you out of your thoughts and smiled at you.

"You okay there? You seem like you were zoned out quite a bit." Flora chuckled. 'Faragonda is having a talk with all the students today for some reason." You nodded. You looked at your food. You trusted Flora but didn't want to be judged.

"Oh, I wonder why," you said. You finished your breakfast before heading to the library you found before Faragonda called everyone. You ran your fingers over the books. You didn't know what one to start out with.

Valtor was watching each Winx through his magic ball. He came across you. You were always interesting. Something about you. You did not seem like the others. You picked out a book that had some spells that witches practiced. Now he was more interested in you. You were reading and trying them as he was spying on you.

You looked around noticing the feeling of being watched. You couldn't see him watching you.

"Let's see where this goes..." Valtor muttered to himself. He stopped watching you study the spells when you headed out. You placed some books in your bag keeping them hidden. Valtor grinned to himself. He was already planning something but it would take more spying.

You met up with Winx and waited for the news Faragonda was gonna mention. Faragonda looked nervous. You hoped it was nothing bad but you just knew it had to be.

"Students, may I have your attention please," Faragonda said clearly and sternly. Everyone stopped talking and looked at her paying attention. "I have gained some news that Valtor once the most powerful wizard has escaped where he was being held. No one is leaving campus. There will be a curfew." She said. You were confused. Who was that? You and the other Winx looked at each other. You were all dismissed after.

You were on the floor reading a normal book and Flora sat on Stella's bed braiding your hair. Stella was walking around holding up her outfits deciding what to wear tomorrow. Bloom and Aisha were on the floor on their stomachs. They were on the carpet. Musa was at the desk making lyrics.

"I wonder how Valtor is," Bloom said concerned. "he must have done something bad." She added.

"Clearly, I mean he escaped the Omega prison." Aisha sighed. "That was being locked near my kingdom."

"Why would he want here?" Flora asked.

"I overheard Faragonda before talking about all the artifacts we have here. Possibly he might go after them." You shrugged. You looked up from your book.

"As long as he leaves my family alone. Although maybe that was him at my princess ball." Stella huffed. Everyone soon went to bed in their rooms. You roomed with Aisha. Once Aisha was asleep you took your bag and sneaked into that library again.

You hid in the corner of the library and continued to read. This was pulling to you. You started to learn some spells over the next few weeks. You haven't said anything as you wanted it to be a secret. One night you were in the library when you noticed someone in the library. He walked over to you.

"Now isn't this interesting... a fairy learning witch magic." He chuckled. You looked at him confused and on guard.

"Who are you?" You asked ready to transform anytime. He smirked.

"Doesn't matter right now. I see you are enjoying the book I gifted you. If you let me help you I can give you more powerful books." He offered. Although it wasn't really an offer. You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Are you a creep?" You asked defensively. You stood up and throw the book at him. "I don't want your stupid book." You huffed. Valtor didn't flinch.

"No." He replied plainly. "I can't believe someone so interested in other magics would just leave an offer like this... I would have even trained you." He said. "But I guess you are going to be fine without a mentor to help you with the really powerful spells." He sighed. He walked away.

It had been a week later and you haven't seen that man. Flora noticed something was up with you but didn't say anything. You had started to notice new books on your bookshelf. Papers with writing on them appear in your room. You hated that you were drawn to them and read them. You slowly gained more power.

The one night you said good night to your friends. Aisha was at her kingdom for the time being with her parents. You were about to go to bed when you saw him. You backed away frightened. He shook his head.

"Get out of here." You said. He didn't look like he was leaving. Not without you at least. Valtor went over to you and grabbed your chin.

"You are stronger little fairy..." He muttered. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him. You tried to get out of his hold.

"Let me g-" You were cut off by him shutting you up with a spell. He shook his head.

"I am taking you away here. You are going to have a mentor." Valtor said. He muttered a spell that made you pass out. He picked you up in his arms and walked into the portal and placed you on the couch. He waited for you to wake up again.

When you came to it you looked around confused. Valtor was in a chair across from you and was reading a book. You sat up and were scared. He looked up from his book and smiled. "You're awake. I was getting worried." He said. He stood up and leaned down to the height on the couch.

"Why am I here..." You said. He smiled at you.

"I am your mentor now for the magic of the witches. I am your perfect mentor because I know all the knowledge and I can give it to you.."

"Who are you....." You muttered.

"Valtor, my dear and I know who you are." You had wide eyes staring at him.

"You-you"

"Yes. I escaped. Thanks to a few minions but now it's time for you to get attention. You want that, don't you? To freely use both magics." You nodded. He grinned. "Great. Now let's get started."

[ur-fairy-of-mimicry]

❂ Winx Club Masterlist ❂

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General

Alfea College

How the Alfea College students (+ Red Fountain, Cloudtower) Give Hugs (Fluff)

Red Fountain

The Specialists as Your Boyfriend (Fluff)

How the Alfea College students (+ Red Fountain, Cloudtower) Give Hugs (Fluff)

Cloud-Tower

How the Alfea College students (+ Red Fountain, Cloudtower) Give Hugs (Fluff)

Characters

Bloom

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Stella

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Flora

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Musa

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Tecna

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Sky

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Brandon

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Riven

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Timmy

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Helia

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Icy

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Darcy

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Stormy

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[fanfics-and-shlt]

PLS READ!!!

Im too busy to write so I’ll probably just reblog any good fanfic I find

[jalicefanficblog]

Request are closed

Masterlist 1.)

Hi everyone who landed on my Blog and Masterlist 1.)

I write for the following Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel, The Umbrella Academy, Horseland, Harry Potter, The Owl House, Money Heist (La casa de Papel), Jurassic World, Kim Possible, Fate the Winx Saga, Winx Club, Star Trek the next Generation, Star Trek Voyager

As I love to put Characters in the Parenting Role, i am ready to write Child Character Pov, Character x Reader, Fluff, AU, Family.

Also i am getting into writing Romantic Love, Drama, Angst, Comfort, Lost, Enemies to Lovers slowly so if your Request is getting in that Direction be patient with a Newbie ;-)

As Part of the LGBTQ Community i can try Writing Slash/ FemSlash Request Topics within the named Categories.

Currently my Hyperfixation goes at the Moment to Hazbin Hotel and i am getting into Helluva Boss as well - but to add some Sparkles into the Mix I am happy to take on Request in the named Fandoms :-)

Writing is and should stay a Hobby, so i write the Request neither when i have some time and motivation to do so, or if my busy Adult Life allows me a few Moments of connecting with my Laptop (we really could need VoxTex in our lifes ^^) - so to make myself as the Author of the finished work happy and the Person who sent in the Request, please be patient, it could take a few Days or Weeks or Months to get an Answer to your Request <3 :-)

Masterlist 1.

Hazin Hotel

Hush, my brave Excorcist Angel

Partying against any Resistance

Spooky Season for Beginners

Brownies

I'm a self-made runway queen

Hot Choclate 101

Chaggies Wedding Question

Sparkle, Glitter and Sneaking out

Harry Potter

The Umbrella Academy

A Happy Ending

Horseland

The Owl House

Jurassic World

The Caretaker

Money Heist

Plan: Safe the Choclate

Kim Possible

Just like a Circus

Once Upon a Time in a Laundry Salon

(Not) A Hero

What did you say? I don´t understand!

Cowboys & Rodeo Clowns

Fate the Winx Saga

Winx Club

Star Trek Voyager

Cotton Candy

Cooperation is better than competition

Star Trek: The next Generation

[canadianfangirl]

A Favour For A Friend Moodboard (A Rivusa Fic)

This was stupid.

She knew it was stupid.

That didn’t stop her from raising a fist, and knocking on the door.

She stood there, waiting, for about 30 seconds before she shook her head, adjusted her gym bag and started to walk down the hall cursing to herself. That was when the door opened.

“Oi, Musa!” Riven’s voice called, causing the mind fairy to freeze where she stood, “Please tell me you’re not playing Nicky Nicky Ninedoors in the Specialist’s quarters.”

She turned around sheepishly, “No, actually something a lot dumber.”

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I wrote a thing, and made a moodboard to go with it. Hope you like it

[queen-of-the-queers]

Come out (wherever you are)

Stella has had feelings for Beatrix for a while, and she's finally certain about her crush. But who should she tell?

For all of Beatrix’s flaws, she at least made for an easy online stalk. Not one of her accounts were private, leaving her hundreds of pictures, endless reels and frequent stories free for the world (or more specifically perhaps, a certain light fairy) to see.

It was unusual for Stella to have a crush. For her entire life, her every move had been overshadowed with the all-consuming pressure of being the heir to the Solarian throne. Whenever she felt herself catching feelings, she not only had to think about her own attraction but also the small matter of the entire otherworld’s future. No pressure.

That’s why this new flirtation had her tied up in knots. Beatrix was unlike anyone she’d ever met before; bold, blunt and brash, massively stubborn and perpetually sure of herself. She’d dated rebels before, but nobody quite like her.

There was also the obvious fact that Beatrix was.. well.. a woman. Never before had a same-sex couple ruled over Solaria- What would her mother think? 

Anxious thoughts swirled around inside her mind as she scrolled mindlessly through the air fairy’s instagram page, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest she felt upon seeing Beatrix’s pouting, red lips and frequently exposed midriff.

It was getting harder to ignore her feelings and Stella knew it. Every interaction with her friend was now consumed by her relentless desire to be close to her, to hold her in her arms and feel the gentle intimacy of their skin against each other’s.

With every lingering gaze and secret smile exchanged along the corridors, she had come to realise that she knew exactly what she wanted. Stella just had to decide what she was willing to do to get it, and the pressure was eating her up inside.

She groaned, throwing herself backwards against her pillows and covering her face in her hands, abandoning her phone by her side.

A few moments later, she heard a knock on the bedroom door, followed by the sound of it swinging open.

“Is everything ok Stella? I thought I heard some noises.”

Terra peered into the room, squinting through the hand she held over her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just couldn’t get the best angle for a selfie,” she responded, “You can drop the hand.”

The earth fairy nodded in response, starting to leave the room before Stella spoke.

“Wait! Actually, erm, can we talk.. Please?” the blonde said quietly, looking down at her lap and trying to swallow back her suddenly overwhelming nerves.

Terra looked taken aback for a split second but quickly shook it off, closing the door behind her and cautiously edging towards the bed as though she half expected Stella to change her mind and yell at her to get out.

“You can sit down.”

Terra sunk down onto the end of the mattress as Stella shuffled over, turning to face her friend with a sombre expression.

She sat silently for a moment, nervously running her hands through her hair and across her face.

“Stella… You know you can talk to me about anything,” Terra said slowly, her eyes searching the blonde’s expression in concern.

Against her will, Stella felt tears starting to sting in her eyes, and she hastily brushed them away with a pink, cotton sleeve.

She opened her mouth to speak, before immediately closing it again, struggling to find the right words for what she wanted to say.

“Terra-“ she started before cutting herself off, squeezing her eyes firmly shut.

Her friend reached over, taking her hand.

She squeezed it, feeling the warmth of the gesture flood through her body.

“I think… I think that I… ” She inhaled deeply, trying to prevent her voice from wavering, “like girls?”

Even as she said it, she felt as though a weight lifted off her shoulders. 

This was Terra she was talking to. Somebody who had been through the exact same thing, and had probably felt many of the feelings she was feeling. Someone who could help.

She opened her eyes just in time to be met with a crushing hug and a grinning friend.

“Thank you so much for telling me. I’m really proud of you Stella, I know this must be huge.”

Stella allowed herself to lean into the embrace, burying her head into the crook of her friend’s neck.

Suddenly, Terra pulled away.

“Wait, is there a girl?” the earth fairy gushed, unable to keep a grin from her face, “Do I know her?”

Stella blushed bright red, averting her gaze.

“There’s no girl.”

Terra seemed unconvinced.

“Well I’m happy to be your wingwoman whenever you decide to admit it.”

Suddenly, a text lit up Stella’s discarded phone and both women looked over.

Beatrix: Tonight at the library? I have whiskey.

Terra looked up from the screen, meeting her friend’s eyes with a playful look. The blonde looked away, snatching it up and hugging it to her chest.

“That’s nothin-“ Stella started, just as Terra said.

“I guess that’s another mystery solved. How long have you been in love with Beatrix?”

[imhereformr]

can u do the getting the other to dance with them one for musa and riven

The Solarian ballroom was huge. Huge and ornate. Musa didn’t think she’d ever set foot in a room so grand. Then again, the most grandiose room she’d seen in her entire life was the Alfea ballroom and, while it was nice, it wasn’t exactly what one would call opulent. Alfea’s ballroom, while very pretty, was very plain. Solaria’s ballroom, on the other hand, was all gold and mirrors and draping. It was beautiful, and large and long, making Alfea’s ballroom feel like a broom closet compared to it.  

The party itself was quite the affair too. The guests were dressed to impress and, if the guest of honour hadn’t been Stella, they very well may have outdone the princess. The food was probably the best Musa had ever tasted and the drinks were prepared with such spectacular flair that they were their own show. Entertainment hid in every corner; there was a sketch artist, a sun dancer, living topiary, aerial silks and many others Musa was sure she hadn’t come across yet.  

Musa’s favourite was the band. Predictable, simple and classic, but they were truly something else. They played in perfect harmony with one another and the crowd, always seeming to know which song would bring the most people to the dance floor. The floor hadn’t been empty for a single song since the party had started. Upbeat songs brought out the hordes of dancing guests, and the slow ones all the lovers.  

All except hers.  

Riven, Timmy and Helia had had engine troubles, but they ended up making it just in time for Stella to make her grand entrance. The whole situation that had followed was... awkward to say the least, but Stella was determined to enjoy her ball and not let her father’s news ruin her evening. Musa had thought that – after they’d confirmed that Stella wasn’t going to throw herself out of the top level of the aviary – she and Riven would spend the night dancing to every slow song like they had at the end of year dance, but they’d barely even interacted.  

Not for lack of trying either, she’d broken off from dancing with Aisha (and sometimes the other girls) to go see him, but he and Timmy were so deep into their conversation that he barely noticed she’d come around. Or if he did, he gave no visible sign of it.  

“Girl, just go ask him to dance” Aisha sighed as Musa stared over at the spot where Riven and Timmy were standing. Musa looked back at the Androsi princess, trying to pretend she hadn’t been caught being incredibly obviously distracted.  

“Don’t even look at me like that” Aisha rolled her eyes. “I know very well that you’re staring at Riven and trying to figure out how to get him to notice you. That boy is emotionally constipated and stupid. He doesn’t know you want him to dance with you. So ask” 

“But...” 

“But fucking what? You like him, he likes you. You’re - I think – in a relationship with him.”  

“He’s not paid the littlest bit of attention to me...” 

“I find that very hard to believe. That boy is always staring at you.” 

“No he’s not” Musa replied, taking Aisha’s hands as the fast song faded into a slow one. Guests coupled up and took to the floor, spinning circles around the two girls. 

“Yeah, he is” Aisha insisted, looking behind the musical fairy to where their coupled friends had taken to the floor and waving the two closest ones over. “Flora, Helia, is Riven always staring at Musa?” 

“Oh yeah, he can’t ever seem to take his eyes off you” The nature fairy replied almost immediately. “It’s very sweet.” 

“He talks about you a lot too” Helia added before twirling Flora away from them. Musa could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. It quickly dissolved into confidence as she turned to look at Riven and caught him looking at her. He turned away, focusing his attention on Timmy and pretending he hadn’t been looking at her, but even from a dozen or so feet away she could see him turning red with embarrassment.  

Musa flipped off Aisha and her see, I told you expression before waltzing over to the two boys. She took Riven’s hand, forcing his attention away from Timmy. “Dance with me.”  

“Dance?” he asked uncertainly. His free hand came up to scratch the nape of his neck, stretching the suit jacket over his chest. He turned back towards Timmy, insisting that he couldn’t just drop the conversation, but the redheaded specialist was nowhere to be seen.  

“Timmy seems fine with it” Musa chuckled, pulling Riven – her boyfriend, she reminded herself – towards the dance floor. She took his other hand in hers and slid herself closer to him, forcing him to sway along with her. He moved awkwardly with her and didn’t say much, but he was dancing with her. 

“You look really nice” he whispered as the music faded out and the band started their next song. Mercifully, it was also a slow one.  

Musa blushed furiously. Her instinct was to stare at the ground and hope he didn’t see her turning red, but she forced herself to look up at him. He smiled shyly and she returned it with a big, genuine smile. He liked her, she reminded herself; there was no need to be embarrassed by liking his attention. “You do too.” 

“I feel like an idiot in this suit.”  

“Well, that may be, but you look...” Musa stood back, never letting go of his hands, to look him over. She wasn’t sure where he’d gotten the suit (she was 99% sure he didn’t own it before this party), but it fit him like it was tailor-made for him. ���Very nice.”  

The slow song gave way to a faster one and they hadn’t done much but smile at each other like a bunch of idiots as they swayed. Riven seemed to freeze up at the frenzied beat so she allowed him to step off the dance floor. Musa thought that Aisha would be her dance partner for the rest of the night and tried to content herself with having had that one dance, but when the next slow song came on (and every other slow song after that), Riven was right there asking her to dance with him. 

[moonstream-05]

5 times Sky wanted to experience what Brandon did + 1 time he did

A little writing piece about Sky and Brandon (Sky's perspective)

Hope you enjoy :)

Sky had known Brandon from his first memory, Brandon was older than he by a good few months, not that it mattered now, but as a child, Sky had thought it to be the coolest thing (and maybe he was a tad jealous). He'd vocalized this to his parents, but he'd been dismissed, his mother saying, 'you're a prince Sky, grow up,' and his father saying, 'wait till you're King, then everyone will be jealous.'

Sky was happy to admit he'd never taken any of that advice.

-

Moving forward in his memories was nicer, he remembered things more clearly and they were happier: he’d gotten to hang out with a family! He remembered the first dinner he spent with Brandon and it was absolutely divine. The food made was homely and conversation flew easily, and he was included.

He was 8 and Brandon was 9, making his sisters about 5 and 3 if Sky was able to recall correctly. They'd stared at him and he remembered being creeped out, brown eyes and green eyes staring directly into the soul, until the elder one said, “You've got pretty blue eyes!”

Young Brandon had, very kindly, replied, “Don't be a creep!”

Before taking Sky's hand to drag him to Brandon's room. Sky remembered thinking it was absolutely tiny. There was a bed neatly tucked into the corner with a bookshelf over the top of it, stuffed with books about fighting. At the bottom of the bed was a box which was also packed, but with toys instead. There was a calendar on the other side of the room, atop the yellow walls. There was a wardrobe too, it was covered with stickers but one of the doors was slightly off the hinges. Brandon’s bed covers were different too, the covers a dark blue and the curtains were a dark red. The room was also messy, very messy; Brandon didn’t seem to care.

“This is my room,” Brandon had said, smiling.

Sky remembered smiling in response. They spent a lot of the day chatting on the bed, jumping off of the bed and playing with the toys from the bottom box. Sky even remembered playing a short game of hide and seek, where they’d taken turns in hiding under the bed or within the wardrobe. It had already been a great day.

Brandon’s mom had come up, and opened the door with a smile to the two, “Dinners almost ready boys, want to help us set the table?”

Sky didn’t know what that was at the time, but Brandon sure seemed happy to comply.

They put the forks down and the knives, and Brandon’s dad even let them help light the candle, Sky had been mesmerized. 

The five of them had then eaten dinner, conversation throughout and he had adored it! He wasn’t excluded from the family conversations and the adults had even talked to him. The only thing he hated about dinner was the finishing, and being finished meant he had to go home, those were the conditions set by his parents. 

“We hope you enjoyed today, Sky,” Brandon’s mom had said, eyes crinkling.

Brandon’s dad had agreed and continued, “We’d be more than happy to have you again.”

Brandon had shouted, “Yeah!”

Sky had wanted that and said as much.

When he’d gotten home, his mother sent him straight to bed. His bedroom felt empty, the walls were the same color, a miserable white. And yes his room was massive but it didn’t scream him, like Brandon’s had. 

He had said at dinner with his parents, “Do you think we could decorate my room?”

His mother had frankly responded, “Sky, do not talk at the dinner table, what have we said?”

Sky remained silent. And had contemplated what he’d experienced at his friend’s. He decided he might be a little bit jealous of that family life.

-

Brandon and he were 13, and were at Brandon’s as per usual. Brandon’s dad was with them too though, something rather rare for the Eraklyon guard, due to the packed schedule. They were being taught how to fight, with a sword. 

It was the condition for Brandon’s father to actually have time off for his wife’s pregnancy, to teach Sky how to defend himself. Brandon had been joining in. 

Sky had been taller than Brandon for a while, but Brandon was slowly catching up, Sky had loved to hold that over his head.

During their training, they’d both been doing well, Sky had been excelling though, feeling a preference towards the more ‘classic’ weapons, a shield and sword. But he was more looking forward to the broadsword, he didn’t know why, it just looked cool, really. It was tall and well wide, and if used well could split earth, a rare weapon among specialists, something he aspired to be.

Brandon, to put it nicely, had been clueless, at least at the beginning of the lessons before he became more confident by the end. Sky knew this would be the case, due to their different backgrounds, but thought he’d have been a bit more knowledgeable due to the multiple books of fighting that now littered Brandon’s room. Still, Sky wasn’t judgemental, Brandon was his best friend.

Sky remembered voicing his excitement to his friend, Brandon hadn’t shared the same excitement, but still voiced his enjoyment, especially over the fact that they’d actually be getting a different teacher, opposed to his dad. Sky hadn’t and still didn’t understand why Brandon was excited to not be taught by his dad, Brandon’s dad had always been great. Though, Sky hadn’t shown his bewilderment over the statement. 

Once they arrived at the designated area for the lesson, they were introduced to their ‘teacher’, a younger member of Eraklyon’s Royal Guard, who was to be supervised by Brandon’s dead.

His name was Ezra, and he was tall and muscled and very smiley. He had blonde hair that was tied up in a ponytail, and had sparkly blue eyes. Sky had remembered wanting to be just like him.

Throughout the lesson he provided gentle encouragement, along with the advice. He had structured the lesson, in a very effective way (Sky had thought): to begin with Ezra had shown the posed and moves without the sword and had had the two copy him; then there were wooden broadswords where Ezra had showed them how to grip effectively and then they copied the moves with the wooden swords.

Sky had thought it had gone great, the sword didn’t exactly feel right but he’d put it down to the well, wooden make of the weapon. Ezra had agreed and promised that in the next few weeks he would provide the two with ‘proper swords, that would suit their sizes’. Sky hadn’t been able to contain his excitement.

A few weeks had passed, the twos training had continued to go well, there was always the looming sense of excitement for if the two’s broadswords had been sorted. Finally, that day arrived.

Sky had jumped around in excitement (though he will deny it to anyone who asks), and couldn’t wait to try the sword out. They had to have a refresher session, before actually using the weapons (which made sense, but Sky had been so eager). The strikes, the moves, the hold was recapped, and then, Ezra placed the sword in Sky’s hands.

He had wobbled. He’d managed to steady himself, but he felt off balance, like it was too heavy, which didn’t make sense, it was made for him, ‘why didn't it work?’ He’d been thinking. He had been holding it correctly, but it had felt so loose in his hands. Whenever he’d tried to do a move, or anything really, with the sword, his whole balance was spun around. And for a moment he had stopped; he saw Brandon, who’d been frolicking around with the sword.

It was hard not to feel bitter about it.

-

Brandon and he had grown a lot. Brandon now towered over most people and Sky wasn’t to be considered short by other planets, despite being ‘average’ on Eraklyon. Despite his physical growth, his parents still refused to allow him to leave the planet at all, not even to attend Red Fountain.

“I can’t believe this,” Sky complained to Brandon, the both of them hanging out in Brandon’s (now tiny) room.

“Why don’t you just talk to them some more, dude?” Brandon replied, flicking his fringe away from his eyes.

“The only way they’d let me leave is if I had constant protection, which would look ridiculously stupid in a hero school,” Sky said, groaning, before contemplating, “Unless… Brandon, how would you feel about attending Red Fountain with me?”

Brandon looked taken aback, “You know, I’d love it. You also know, my parents can’t afford that. They’ve got other kids too, and are barely considered middle class.”

Sky smirked, before running to the castle shouting back, “Leave that to me!”

He approached his father, explained an idea, “Father, you know how much I would love to go to the school and I respect that you are worried, but I have a solution to a multitude of problems.”

Erendor looked up at his son, and raised his eyebrow, “Go on.”

“My friend Brandon, also wants to go to this school, and well you know he’s a very skilled fighter, and as payment you could pay for his well schooling fee?” Sky explained, speedily.

“While that is a wonderful thought son,” Erendor started, voice dragging, “We’d much rather someone to be a decoy, unless, I suppose… show me a photo of him.”

Sky complied, rather embarrassed at the fact his father could not remember his best friend and the son of his quite frankly underpaid Captain of the Guard. He got a recent photo up, one Brandon’s mom had taken of them by a tree on a family outing they’d all been on.

His father closely inspected the photo, he then looked up at Sky, “This could work. He’d have to be tested and appointed to your Squire, if he does well. But he certainly could pass as a Prince, as well as your protector, if he fights like the brute he looks.”

Over the next few days, Brandon underwent many trials and had been appointed to Squire. Sky had never been more proud of his best friend, though he may have been slightly bitter over his friend’s ability to gain the approval of his parents, something he’d struggled with plenty.

-

Sky couldn't help but look on in amusement at the flirting between Brandon and Stella, that he’d gotten a few months off of, due to Stella’s expulsion. It was fun to tease the two of them. Or it had been last year. Not now, not now that he knew Brandon would tease him right back about Bloom. He didn’t know whether he was supposed to be thankful for the advice provided, Sky would just nod along in hopes to get his friend to shut up.

How Brandon could confidently flirt, he had no clue, maybe it was the fact he and Stella were a sure thing. Or maybe Brandon just really had insane amounts of confidence when it came to that sort of thing, which he would be jealous about if that were the case.

-

Everything had been revealed, the ‘truth’ given away by his own father, who had been the one to come up with this stupid plan. He felt numb. He felt guilty. He couldn’t do anything to change it. He couldn’t blame those who looked at him with hate.

He had flashes of the faces he saw when it happened: Bloom’s tear ridden faced, eyes red and puffy; Stella’s haunted face that got more hollow as he stared; Timmy’s face decorated with anger, something rarely displayed by him; Riven’s look of unsurprised surprise; Flora’s confused and quiet rage; Musa’s contrasting loud outrage; Tecna’s uncertainty and Brandon’s look of shame, embarrassment, mortification.

The girls seemed to disappear with a flash, Timmy and Riven walked away. Diaspro had long stormed off. Brandon was stationary, frozen, statuesque.

They’d gotten home, Timmy had already left, Riven too. It was just the Prince and Squire.

Brandon was silent, Sky tried, but conversation didn’t prevail. Sky tried to contact everyone to explain everything, yet no one listened, everyone had hung him up if he could call them, most who he’d had a friendship with had blocked him. 

Brandon remained silent.

Sky knew exactly what Brandon was feeling but didn’t. He felt both. A lot of times he’d wished he could feel or experience what Brandon felt, he didn’t now, because he felt the same.

[darlenicy]

looking for a proofreader

okay so I decided that I will finally sit down and write fanfiction again. I never wrote fanfictions about winx before and since english is not my first language I’d definitely need someone to proofread it. If you are interested, just pm me!