#rivusa fanfiction

[americaswritings]

I feel you

Warnings: angst, language, Musa is struggling, caring!Riven

Summary: Riven is there for her when Musa gets her magic back.

Words: 1.6k

Pairing: Riven x Musa

A/N: So I just finished the finale of season 2. Overall I loved the Rivusa content, but this moment was a wasted opportunity. Riven was literally standing next to her when she got her magic back and he knows how hard it’s been for her. So let’s pretend this happened (they just didn’t show it ;) )

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She feels it the moment it happens. As her magic returns a power curses through her, enlightening her whole body. Musa knows without a doubt her eyes are shimmering in a deep purple as she gazes at the others around her.

“They did it”, she says, a smile settling on her lips. Beside her Riven stops fighting and she sees the other Specialists lowering their weapons as well.

But just a second later her smile fades as the noises return to her. It hits her like a wave, powerful und unforgiving, crashing over her and pulling her under.

Distant screams growing louder, mixing with sobs and cries of pain and regret. She can feel every bit of it, every emotion ranging from shock to fear, from anger to sorrow.

“Hey!”

Her eyes are opened wide as she tries to find herself in the midst of the chaos, her own feelings that can pull her back to reality and ground her. But it’s hard, almost impossible with so many people with strong emotions surrounding her.

“Musa!”

She hears her name being called and someone moves into her field of vision. At first the figure is burry, but as the person grabs her shoulders she has something to tap into. Something that brings her enough clarity to make out his face.

It’s Riven, his brows drawn together in a deep frown as he stares at her. She knows his emotions are there somewhere too, but she can’t make them out in the swirl of it all.

“Look at me!”, he tells her and she does, stares at him like he is everything she can see. And he is.

A whimper escapes her and she leans forward, feeling like she is breaking under the weight of her own abilities. A gift, as people like to tell her. They don’t know anything.

But she knows better.

It’s a curse.

“Focus on me, okay?”

His voice sounds oddly drowned out, although he is standing right in front of her holding her by her shoulders.

She blinks, tries to do what he tells her to, but she can’t find him in all the feelings that are blending into a haze.

This is why she had given up her magic so voluntary. So she didn’t have to feel so much pain again. But now it’s back, much stronger than she could have anticipated.

“I can’t!” She shakes her head, helplessly. “I can’t find you.” They have won. The fight is over. But instead of relief all she can think of is pain, so much pain, a silent torture no one else can feel.

“Make it go away”, she whispers and she feels Riven’s grip tighten around her shoulders. His face is only inches away from her as he speaks to her.

She doesn’t know if it is his nearness, his words or that they have built a strange friendship over the past days, but somehow Riven breaks through the fog that is her mind.

“Yes, you can. Focus on me”, he repeats, speaking slowly and forcefully to make sure she is hearing every word.

And suddenly she knows where he is. He isn’t her light in the darkness or her calm in the storm. But he keeps his emotions at bay and his pain is overshadowed by something else. Concern. Relief. Hope.

He believes in her.

She knows he must be making an effort to bring out positive emotions so she can hold onto them, focus on anything other than the pain surrounding her, but as he stares at her he doesn’t seem bothered by it or strained.

“Come one”, he mutters and she notices the deep crease on his forehead as she stares at her, his eyes flickering over her face.

His pain is a reflection of her own pain, his sorrow a result of her suffering. Because he cares. About her.

The thought startles her enough to blend out the rest as her mind tries to wrap around that newfound truth.

When she had talked to Riven months ago, he had been furious when she had used her powers to get into his head. But now he is opening himself up to her. He is letting her in, so she has something to bring her back, something that grounds her.

It is so much more than she could have asked for, yet it is impossible for her to form words as it takes all her effort not to collapse under the sudden weight on her shoulders.

“I feel you”, she whispers and he lets out a breath, nodding slowly. “Okay, good.”

But he doesn’t let her go yet and she is surprised by how much she doesn’t want him to. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

She lets him guide her away, his arm wrapped around her shoulder as he manoeuvres her through the crowd of people. A part of her wants to stop him and tell him that she can’t leave yet. Her friends are still out here somewhere, and she doesn’t know if they are okay.

Bloom and Aisha, Stella and Tara. And Flora, who has been willing to sacrifice herself.

She needs to know if they were okay. But she is too weak to argue and too scared to let go of Riven to try and find them.

“They are okay.”

She tilts her head to look at him, his knowing eyes already on her face. “You don’t know that.” Her voice sounds low and shaky, nothing like the strong and capable woman she felt like when she joined Riven and the other Specialists outside to fight along them.

She knows Riven notices, but he doesn’t say anything as he leads her back to the school.

“If they are half as stubborn as you, they won’t let Sebastian and his bastards kill them.”

She snorts at his words, not trying to argue with him. It would just prove his point and she knows he is right; she is stubborn. Strong-willed, like her mother used to call it.

“See? I’m not lying.” Riven pushes a door open for her before pointing his finger towards his head. “I know how it works.” The gesture along with his cocky grin makes her smile and she can feel the color leaving her eyes as they turn back to her natural brown.

They are nearing her room now and with every step between them and the remaining fairies and fighters outside she feels the burden grow a little lighter.

“Tomorrow everyone will handle all of this shit better”, Riven tells her as if he read her thoughts. His arm falls back to his side as they come to a stop in front of her door, and she feels like he has taken some of her warmth with it.

“You will manage.”

He says it in a casual way and with so much conviction that she wants to believe him. But right now it all seems too much and she adverts her eyes. He knows she would give up her magic if she could. He had seen her take the chance. He knows what no one else does.

But her secret is safe with him. She trusts that without a doubt. And she doesn’t need to tap into his head to know it.

“Thanks for, you know, bringing me here.” There is so much more she wants to say to him, that she wants him to know, but it’s too much to put into words. And she is tired now that the fight is over and the adrenaline is wearing off. Exhausted that her mind isn’t her own anymore, that her feelings are always accompanied by someone else’s.

Riven shrugs like it isn’t a big deal, but a part of her wonders if he doesn’t want to be with his Specialist pals. Celebrating their win instead of spending time in the presence of her low mood and energy.

But he is here, isn’t he?

“Sparring tomorrow?”, he asks and her eyes light up at his words, a little warmth returning to her. She tries not to sound too eager as she agrees and he nods at her once before turning to leave.

“Oh and Musa?” She has nearly slipped into the room when she hears his voice again and she turns back, surprised and curious what he is about to say.

For a moment he just looks at her, his expression unreadable. But she resists the temptation to glance into his mind.

“You did good today.”

His words hang in the air between them for a moment and she gulps, wishing she could see what he does when he looks at her the way he does now. Like he can see right through the walls she has built around herself.

And strangely it doesn’t feel threatening or terrifying. Instead it is reassuring to know that there is someone who really sees her.

“Now get some rest.”

It sounds a little like a command, but his voice is gentle and his eyes are soft as he looks at her in an almost affective way.

When he turns and walks away Musa lets herself stare after him, hoping he doesn’t feel her eyes boring into his back. Then he disappears behind a corner and she is left alone.

“Good night”, she whispers even though she knows he cannot hear her anymore.

And when she quietly shuts the door behind her, she allows herself to sink against it and close her eyes for a moment.

In the past days she has given up her magic only to regain it, nearly died but lived, and along the way she had found someone who made her heart beat faster and helped her shoulder the weight of the world.

Someone she had never expected to become such an important part of her life in such a short amount of time.

But she didn’t regret any of it.

And if she was going to face her magic again, she knew she wouldn’t be alone.

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[heartandflowerball]

"Call it what you want"-Rivusa social media au(fake dating trope) - Chapter 22-

if you didn't already read the other chapters, click here, that will land you to the introduction that has links for all the chapters before this one and the tw.

hello, I hope everyone is doing good. Here it is the new chapter! Hope you like this chapter as much as I liked writing it. Comments and reblogs are always accepted. Enjoy<3

sorry if there is any grammar error, english is not my first language.

Real life pov:

The sun has been up for hours. Musa is asleep in her bed, the blankets covering her body from the cold as she feels a shifting weight beside her. The fairy opens her eyes slightly and sees her boyfriend moving in his sleep. She just put an arm around him to bring him back against her chest and looks at the time on the clock in her room. The time for the start of classes is near, especially for Riven who has his specialist training in less than an hour. Musa watches her boyfriend sleep with serenity. His closed eyes, his little smile and his calm demeanor prevent Musa from waking him up. It breaks her heart to have to wake him up. After a few minutes of reflection, the mind fairy delicately leans towards Riven and gently places a few kisses on the boy's face in order to be able to gently wake him up. She delicately places a kiss on his pink lips and as she sits up, she hears a slightly raspy voice speak: "Another."

"Another what?" Musa replies with a slight chuckle in her voice.

"Kiss me again."

"Hmm?"

"Please..."

She finally comes to put her hand on the young man's cheek and bends down to kiss her boyfriend. Riven can feel butterflies in his stomach as his lips touch Musa's in a long kiss.

They separate a few seconds later, out of breath.

"Why such a pleasant awakening?" The boy asks as he lays back, absently stroking Musa's hip.

"You have practice in not even thirty minutes."

Riven sighs as Musa laughs at his reaction.

"Come on, stand up, big boy."

He frowns and stands up reluctantly.

An hour later, after practice, Silva gathered all the specialists for a quick meeting. Riven goes to sit on the grass between Sky and Kat. He doesn't understand why, but Riven feels a bad vibe, something bad is brewing and a slight panic begins to creep inside him because he doesn't know what.

"Why are we gathered here?" The boy asks Sky.

"You do not know?" Answers the blond.

"What don't I know?"

"Uh..nothing nothing..."

Riven frowns even more when he sees his best friend not answering him when he knows what's going on. It is at this moment that Silva appears and clears his throat to attract the attention of his students and bring silence.

"Hello everyone, some of you already know about it but today is an open day. Some parents will be present and I would like you not to change any of your habits, stay natural we want visitors to see the day to day in our establishment."

Students begin to get up to resume their normal activity. Yet Riven still feels that thing deep inside him, that feeling of discomfort. There is something hidden from him and he doesn't appreciate it at all. He gets up and as he walks towards Silva, Sky follows him.

"Saul can we talk?"

"What's the matter ?" Ask the teacher at the same time to put away the swords for the next lesson.

"What are you hiding from me?"

"Nothing at all..."

"No, no absolutely not, we always said there was no secret between us and there, you and Sky are hiding something from me. If you don't answer me, I'll ask Stella and you know very well that she will answer me ."

The more he talks, the redder his face becomes with anger and stress. Silva finally replies: "Your parents will be there."

At these words, Riven feels his world crumble. The barriers and walls he's been creating for years are crumbling before his eyes, the bricks of his armor are coming aggressively at him. He hasn't seen his parents for years, they abandoned him. Why would they come? He does not understand. He doesn't understand and at this moment, Riven doesn't know how to do anything but run away, as usual.

A few hours later, Musa comes out of her botany class. She tucks her book into her bag as she puts on her headphones so she can walk the halls undisturbed and engrossed by other people's thoughts. While her eyes are frozen on her playlist, looking for a good song, she runs into someone. The fairy looks up at the person to apologize and quickly realizes it is Sky in front of her. The blond has a panicked look on his face and the anguish he feels could be felt miles away.

"What's going on Sky?" Musa asks, removing her headphones and putting them in her pants pocket.

"Have you seen Riv?"

"No why? What's going on?"

The specialist does not want to answer. He doesn't want to worry Musa.

The boy's panic is so impressive. Musa has never felt so much fear in someone. This emotion comes away from them to go crashing against the walls. It flows everywhere. It breaks into pieces and reforms. It floats up to them. And takes Sky in his arms. Anguish, this destructive feeling. This worries Musa.

"Sky please tell me."

The boy comes to scratch the back of his neck with some discomfort. Though he talks, maybe Musa will manage to find Riven.

"Today is open house, and his parents will be there..."

"What?!" Musa opens her mouth wide in shock.

"Yes and Riven ran away, he doesn't want to be confronted by them. Please Musa tell me you know where he might be."

She nods. Staring off into space, trying to dig into her brain to figure out where her boyfriend might be. And that's where it tilts in her brain: "I think I know, I'll send you a message if I find him."

As she is already going the opposite route, Sky calls her.

"What?"

"Watch out for him, watch out for you two."

Musa nods slowly.

With a determined step, Musa enters the forest. She knows he's there, on the rock she often goes to when she needs to clear her head. And she knows he's there, because they're the same person. The fairy walks faster and faster and the leaves crunch under her shoes. The further she goes, the clearer the noise becomes. She hears heavy sobs. After a few more seconds of walking, she finally finds him. She knew he would be there.  She see him beneath her eyes and what those eyes see breaks her heart. Riven is half seated against a rock. Hot tears stream down his face and his eyes look so tired from crying that they are red. He has a cigarette between his lips which he holds in a trembling hand.

"Love?"

Riv looks up at Musa and a sob escapes his lips. It's the first time anyone calls him Love, it's the first time Musa calls him Love. He instantly extinguishes the cigarette on the rock then puts the rest of the cigarette in his pocket. He doesn't want to throw it on the ground and pollute it. Awkwardly, the boy wipes his tear-filled face with his sleeve.

"Oh Musa, sorry."

"Sorry for what Riven? You didn't do anything." Said the fairy walking towards him.

She puts her bag against the rock then comes to stand in front of him.

"Sorry." He repeats with a trembling voice.

"Riv don't apologize."

The boy lowers his head. Musa, meanwhile, delicately raises the boy's face so that he looks at her. She smiled softly at him. Riven's heart skips a beat, overwhelmed by Musa's sweetness. It must have taken so much violence to become this gentle.

"Sky explained to you?" Riven asks as he turns his face to place a kiss in the palm of Musa's hand.

""Yes, he explained everything to me." Answers Musa, coming to delicately caress the boy's cheek.

"I don't understand, really I'm trying but I don't understand why they come back. They abandoned me, abused and insulted me all my childhood and now they come back?! It doesn't make any sense."

Riven frowns trying to understand the sense of the situation, "What am I doing Musa?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to see them."

"So come on, let's spend the day together."

Riven nods vigorously and stands up. He picks up Musa's bag as she sends a message to Sky saying that for now, everything is fine.

Musa's pov:

After a few hours in Riven's room, the two lovebirds finally decide to go out to look for food in the cafeteria. They cross the corridors holding hands.

"Do you want to eat at the cafeteria or shall we go back to your room?"

"I'd rather go back to the bedroom, I don't want to risk running into my parents." Riven replies, shaking the fairy's hand a little more.

She comes to gently caress the specialist's hand with her thumb to calm him down. He comes to open the door and holds it for Musa to pass. After that, they both head for the food. Riven chooses the food and begins to take it, however the canteen woman offers to put the meal in a paper bag to bring it back with them more easily. The specialist thanks her and turns around to find Musa retyping her space buns with pins.

A small chuckle escapes Riven's mouth as he speaks, "Do you want some help Pixie?"

"Don't make fun of me Riv, I'm hearing your laugh huh. But yes help me please."

The boy's laughter intensifies as Musa sticks her tongue out at him. He approaches her and comes to tie up the buns with the pins that the fairy hands him. He winks at her when he's done and she smiles back. It's such a bright, reassuring smile. Riven falls in love with her again every time she smiles at him like that. To keep from blushing at that beautiful smile, Riven turns to take the bag of food. While they are in the hallway, Beatrix rushes at Riven. Moreover as he gets up, Beatrix signals to Musa not to take the road they were going to take. She doesn't understand why and that's when she falls from nose to nose with eyes that are so bright green and so resembling Riven's. His father. And his mother on his arm. She turns her gaze to her boyfriend and sees him breathing harder and harder, stuck in place. Beatrix waits on the side for a reaction and their friends are standing behind Riven's parents, a sorry look on their face. Saul is there too, next to Sky. After a deep breath, Riven takes Musa's hand to leave.

A deep, sizzling voice is heard.

It's Riven's father who speaks: "We come to see you and you run away? You haven't changed at all."

Musa feels the anger and sadness burrowing from Riven next to her. He continues to walk though and the fairy whispers "You should be ashamed."

"You should watch who you hang out with, son." Launch the old man.

Everyone looks at Riven with horrified eyes. He slowly lets go of Musa's hand and turns back to his parents just as slowly. And without warning he almost throws himself on them. Fortunately, in the meantime Silva has managed to get between them. He tries to get Riven as far away from the other two adults as Riven screams angrily.

"Saul let go of me, let go of me so I can smash them. Who do you think you are? Do you want to speak ill of me? No worries. But never dare to hurt the people I love again because I swear otherwise even hell won't be painful enough for you."

The specialist's face is flushed as he struggles in Silva's arms.

"Riven.." Tries to talk to her mother.

"NO, NO! I SPEAK NOW. You have belittled me, abused me, abandoned me and now you come here and claim any right to me and my life. Never. I make it clear to you that I have my own life, that it's Silva my father, that in my eyes Sky, Stella and Beatrix are like brother and sisters, because they are the ones who lived with me, not you, them. Never speak ill of my girlfriend again. You are anything but parents to me but that's it, I don't give you the power to hurt me anymore."

It's his life. His. And no one can take that away from him.

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Epiphanies were funny things.

You could never really plan for them, nor could you ever really predict what they will be. They can spring on you at any moment. They can happen at any time. Hell, they were one of the most unpredictable and nonsensical things that Riven could ever imagine. 

They seemed as stupid as miracles in his head, if he was being completely honest with himself. 

He thought they were bullshit. He didn’t waste his time thinking about them. And he certainly didn’t count down his days until he had a magical epiphany that would make everything in his life just click together and make sense.

Until now. 

Out of all the fucking moments the universe could have picked—out of all the minutes in the day and days in the year—it had to be this very fucking moment where Riven was hit with the realisation so hard that he could have sworn it winded him. 

Because amongst the chaos of clashing swords, screaming soldiers and roaring monsters, there was one thing that just felt so abundantly clear.

He loved Musa. 

He really fucking loved Musa. 

He was in love with Musa. 

“Riv, your left!”

It was purely instinct and years of training that had his body moving before the creature’s claws swiped at him. That had him raising both swords and swiping them downwards until the creature screamed in agony and burst into dust. 

“Stay focused!” Musa barked the order at him, her hair sticking to her sweaty skin and her chest rising and falling with quick pants. Her armour was stained with the blood of their enemies, her cheeks flushed with the rush of battle and he honestly never thought she looked prettier.

“I love you!” 

Musa froze before whirling around to face him, lips parted and eyes wide. “What?” 

“I love you,” he repeated once again, his heart thumping wildly in his chest that he was scared it was going to jump out. But he said with everything he had, he said it like he had never been more sure of anything else in his life and maybe he hadn’t been until now.

“Riven,” she said his name in a sigh before she stomped over to where he stood, staff tucked against one side before she reached for his face, pulling his head down until their lips met in a messy but passionate kiss. “You have shitty timing and I’m starting to question if you hit your head but I love you too, dumbass.” 

His eyes lit up. “You do?” 

“Yeah, so survive this so I can tell you again, would you?” 

Riven had always fought battles for survival. But now he fought them so he could live, he fought them so he could live with her.

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Unrelentlessly upset, by Morganatique9

Pairing: Rivusa (Riven/Musa) from Fate: the Winx Saga

Summary: “What the fuck are you doing, Musa?” Riven asks sharply. “I thought you were supposed to be on a stupid date tonight.”

Musa bursts into a melodious peel of laughter thick with irony and disillusionment that makes Riven arch an eyebrow. “Well, that makes two of us, Riven,” she retorts while toying with a shot glass between her fingers. “Now, if you don’t mind, my new plans for the evening are getting shitfaced to forget about that outraging humiliation. Feel free to join or not, but I’m not going anywhere else.”

Or:

Musa gets stood up on a date and then winds up in the same bar as Riven and his friends. The night progressively takes an unexpected turn that neither the mind fairy nor the specialist could’ve possibly anticipated.

Chapters: 1/2 (WIP)

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Be careful of what you leave behind.

Pairing: Rivusa (Riven/Musa)

Word count: 3.8k

Summary: When a recon mission goes wrong, Riven and Musa deal with the consequences of getting caught.

A/N: at this point I just want to get this over with. It was meant to be short and somehow just turned into this whole thing. Share some love if you like it, if you don’t oh well… it’ll eventually disappear from the tags, don’t fret about it. Side note, yes I took too long since I first talked about this, the first half was beta read but since I changed some things, I don’t know if I can say that anymore so if there’s misspelling or there’s a weird word… sorry, English isn’t my first language.

Warnings: angst, mentions of torture, electrocution, self doubt, mental manipulation basically full angst. Could be triggering so you’ve been warned, read at your own risk.

Riven wakes up startled, vision blurry until a white ceiling comes into sight. He tries to sit up, only to find out he’s lying in a hospital bed, bandages around his torso, head pounding. Sky is quickly by his side, trying to hold him down.

“Whoa, mate, take it easy will ya? You really shouldn’t move this much, you just woke up and your stitches aren’t fully healed yet.”

“What… what happened? How…?” He tries to recall how he ended up in this situation. The effort makes his head ache, pictures a blurry mess in his mind until something stands out, making him pale instantly.

“Where is she?” Riven turns to look frantically at Sky, who just looks away from him, trying to hide his somber face. “Where is Musa, Sky?” Riven insists, voice merely a whisper.

Facing down and taking a breath, Sky tries to compose himself, failing miserably since his back only tenses. If he can feel this, so can Riven. He’s not going to like the answer and will, for sure, go ballistic about it but he tries to placate him anyways. Looking at him again he responds, “She… she’s not here Riv.” It’s vague. Sue him.

“Well I can fucking see that with my own eyes, I mean, where is she? Which room is she in?” This abysmal feeling that something is wrong invades him and he can’t shake it off. You’re just paranoid, she’s fine. She has to be, he tells himself as he starts to feel short of breath.

Sky sighs and rubs his face, trying to organize his thoughts. This wasn’t getting any easier, feeling at a loss of words, he decides to help his friend remember all of it. “What’s the last thing you remember?"

Riven tries, but while doing so the headache just gets worse. “We… we were on a mission, trying to get some clues about Rosalind's whereabouts in… one of the abandoned lairs you guys found… What does this… Where is Musa?! Just fucking tell me, man!”

“Just keep going.”

He struggles to make sense of the images flashing through his mind. He keeps trying anyway.

He remembers them talking, mostly him complaining about how they always get the lamest of missions.

“You keep saying that, yet something tells me you’d rather do the recon instead of the heavy lifting, Riv.” She was walking ahead of him through the tunnels, their destination just one door away.

He knew she had a knowing smirk, she was ready to return the punches he threw and he would enjoy every single comeback, to rile her up, even if it was just a little bit. He was about to reply when she turned to look at him but gone was the playfulness in her face as he saw her eyes turn violet and her stance tensing, making him stop. The both of them got ready to fight.

“We were about to enter the war room they had, bu-but she… she sensed someone. We thought they were some stragglers, but suddenly the door burst open and… and we were surrounded... and then…” The throbbing pain in his head forced him to close his eyes, pinching his frown, trying to ease the pain away while he kept going.

The mission was supposed to be simple, he kept repeating to himself. No one was supposed to be there, the place had been abandoned for at least two weeks since Sky and Bloom found it. Now here they were, surrounded by three men who burst through the door while two more who appeared from behind.

He rapidly drew his twin swords out, facing the door while Musa drew her sword and covered his back, she always had his back. He assessed the situation, trying to end this as fast as they could. As if things weren’t going south already, calm and cold blue eyes that met his, recognition downing on him. Riven felt an ice bucket was being dumped over him. Rosalind.

As soon as she entered the tunnel, the blue eyes turned pale white while looking directly at him as she used her magic against him. Riven felt his lungs run out of air, as if someone’s hands were wrapping around his neck, making it impossible to inhale. Rosalind was all business it seemed. He dropped his twin swords, and moved his hands to his throat, trying to pry those invisible hands off to gain a little breath back. Suddenly, he felt a warm touch on his shoulder, seconds later air started to come into his nostrils.

Musa was fighting Rosalind out of his mind, he could feel the tendrils of their power, battling for control. Whereas Rosalind’s was ice cold and relentless, Musa’s was warm and familiar. It reminded him of the last rays of sunlight that usually fell upon them when training extended more than it should.

When he finally got to catch his breath, he could hardly hear a thing, black dots barely letting him see anything. But the more air he inhaled the better his vision got, enough to catch the movement of one of Rosalind’s goons aiming his sword at Musa. Before he knew it, he shoved her out of the way, receiving the blow directed at her. Blood started pouring out of his middle with a gurgling sound as the sword exited his body. With trembling legs, he fell to his knees.

Riven could barely hear Musa’s screams, muffled sounds echoed in his ears. Entering his line of vision, all he could make out were tearful brown eyes, not knowing if they should look into his eyes or the bleeding wound on his abdomen. Warm hands found their way onto his cheeks, trying to make him focus on her. She sounded so far away, even if she was as close as she could get. Her forehead rested against his and he tried with all his might to ground himself with the feeling of her shallow breaths that made their way across his face, eyes closed as if he could feel her better this way.

He could only think of the unspoken feelings he would never get to tell her. How he looked forward to their moments together when training, how he could feel at peace with himself whenever she was near, whenever she teased him. He wanted to tell her how proud he was with both her fairy powers and specialist training, how inspiring it was seeing her achieving her goals and move past her fears.

A sudden chill replaced the warmth that came with her hands as he felt them let go of his face. Opening his eyes, the last thing he saw through black dots was Musa’s thrashing figure as someone pulled her away, dragging her across the floor. Fear took over him as the only thing he could do was watch, unable to move from the floor to help her, cursing as he stretched his hands after Musa, trying to reach her as they took her away.

Away from him.

——

“You were alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were the only one there, Riv,” Sky sighs. “You were on the ground, bleeding out and barely conscious when we arrived. You were alone. No trace of Rosalind or Musa. We checked the place, multiple times but they were nowhere to be found.”

Riven feels his heart stop, this could not be happening. “Then we need to get out there and find her!” He sounds desperate but he can’t help it, not when it comes to Musa. “I don’t know what Rosalind would want with her… but it can’t be anything good, Sky… Not for us and definitely not good for Musa!” His hands are sweating, heart pounding.

“We’ve been trying for two weeks!” Sky shouts, trying to get Riven to see reason. It works, since that makes him halt for a second.

“No. No way.”

“You’ve been out for two weeks. The girls went out as soon as they heard what happened, but they were only able to find this” Sky hands Riven the device they were given before heading to the lair. He takes it with shaky hands. “That’s how we were able to find you. She must’ve dropped it at some point. If she still had this we could’ve… the girls haven’t found anything else on Rosalind nor Musa. The trace is cold now, if there was a chance of finding them… it’s gone now.”

____

Muffled screams echo in the room, through a little window near the ceiling, a dim light barely illuminates the thick yellow-ish walls, dust floating all around raised by the footsteps that keep stalking her. Electricity runs through her body once again and she bites her lips hard enough to draw blood as she tries and fails to keep from making a sound.

"You keep resisting, yet you know it's only going to hurt more. How long until you break, I wonder" the mocking tone fell easily from the auburn haired girl, not an ounce of sympathy shared towards the mind fairy lying on the ground, convulsing nonstop. Her hair was a tangled mess, cheeks swollen due to the bruises covering her face and her clothes tarnished and ragged. Yet a defiant look never leaves her face.

"And I wonder, what's it like b— being Rosalind's little bitch? S— sure sounds like a dream job, are you even allowed to think for yo-yourself or is that the only thing she d— does for you?" She tries hard not to stutter but the continuous electroshocks makes it impossible not to.

"Laugh all you want, I'm not the one pathetically fighting for my life. You should give in while the offer still stands"

"Aren’t you?" she murmurs, deciding to ignore the last words, which earns her another shock. Annoyed by the lack of cooperation, Beatrix leaves the room, locking it after her.

Musa relaxes after being left alone. She closes her eyes and tries to get herself to calm down as much as she can, willing herself to stop trembling. She doesn’t know how much time has passed since she got here. Since… The mission failed. She tries not to think about it, but her mind still takes her to that moment where she’s pushed aside. When HE takes her place instead. Her eyes begin to cloud with unshed tears.

She doesn’t know when he became this important piece of her life, when his presence calmed her down in a way no one ever could. How he was there whenever something, good or bad, happened. He was always there. Sarcastic remarks and everything. She feels her cheeks wet as she remembers him. Lying on the floor. Unmoving.

They should’ve been more careful.

As Rosalind’s goons started to get out of the door, Musa reached for the bottom at the back of her belt to call reinforcements. She believed in their abilities, but she called them just in case.

She took care of the thugs that came from the tunnel as they approached her, slowly, trying to seize her movements. When they took another step, adrenaline flowed through her body and urged Musa to use her powers to send a sense of vertigo to the one on the left and struck the one on the right with her sword, moving as fast as she could, aiming for the back of his legs trying to get him off his balance. Timing was key, with a steady breath she finally struck the back of his knee, quickly threw her leg and kicked him in the head, knocking him out.

Unfortunately for her, the other one regained his senses and pushed her backwards, her back crushed against the wall as air left her lungs.Thanks to her training with Riven and the specialist classes she was able to attend, she escaped his hold and easily dodged the punch aimed at her head, she took a defensive stance while she assessed her opponent a couple of steps away from him. After watching his movements with calculating eyes, Musa lunged to his right as it was left unprotected after his lunges, her sword met his flesh, leaving him unable to keep fighting.

Musa turned around when she heard a metallic sound clattering on the floor, just in time to see how Riven fell to his knees while reaching for his throat. Rosalind standing at the entrance of the door. Without thinking, Musa’s eyes turned purple, her hand reached his shoulder, trying to comfort him. She was there with him.

When she finally expelled Rosalind from his mind, she was exhausted and disoriented, not used to fighting this long or this hard. Before she could even feel relief, she was pushed to the side, a feeling of pain made her turn her head, terrified of the sight that met her.

“RIVEN!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Musa reached for him, hands shaking as they touched his face “Riven, look at me, stay with me!” She put pressure on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding but it was no use, and red liquid kept coming out. “Don’t you fucking dare leave me like this” she kept begging with a shaky voice, forehead against his as her eyes never left his. “Please…”

On the back of the room Rosalind was leaning against the wall, face in awe with the latest occurrence. Musa had the potential to be one of the strongest mind fairies, like herself, she just didn’t have the attitude, at least she dindn’t when she was headmistress at Alfea, but now… the tables had turned and she wasn’t one to turn down opportunities like this. One of her followers asked what to do with them. “She comes with us” eyes fixed on Musa.

“And the boy?”

“Leave him, he doesn’t have much time now”

____

After that, Musa was dragged away from a bleeding Riven, and when she kept struggling with all her might, she was knocked out. The thought of leaving him crushes her heart, like she left a huge part of hers on the cold ground, even though it wasn’t her choice.

When she first woke up she felt defeated, empty, numb and the worst of it was that the people who came through the door never left her alone. At first they pried for information on Alfea, schedules, number of guards offered by the queen, upcoming plans, who left, who was still fighting, etc. Later on, when she refused to collaborate the punishment started.

It was bearable at first, some days Beatrix came and gave her little shocks every now and then, other times some random guy threw some punches when she was feeling too cheeky, whatever that meant, but as the days went on, it just got worse. When the lack of results became prominent, Rosalind got more involved in the torture team. Her visits consisted in prodding and invading her every thought, her every memory. Making Musa relive the worst moments of her life, recreating scenarios where happy moments turned sour and glum.

Private moments with her mother, like when they used to sing in the car or how her mother looked at her with nothing but pride after a recital, they all took a darker tone when those looks and smiles that held nothing but love suddenly became distant, cold, as if Musa was the worst mistake her mother ever made. Sometimes her mom blamed her for being the reason her father left them. Her mind was like a glass of water which Rosalind kept filling with poison, turning her crystal clear mind into a turbid, dangerous turmoil, so close to overflowing, to the point of expreading said poison to every corner of her mind.

Despair was the only feeling left when one day she couldn’t remember her mother’s smile and affectionate look.

The same mental torture day after day with no rest whatsoever left her exhausted, thoughts were foggy, and her efforts to stay sane became harder. The few things that kept her sane were slowly dissipating. Since there was no rest for the wicked, when the fairies seemed to be done, the brawn made an appearance, and this time, the intensity of the hits directed at her knocked her out for the night. Every night.

When Rosalind got tired of her resistance, Beatrix replaced the older mind fairy, using her powers to get Musa to talk, or even get her to join forces. When that didn’t work, the air fairy recurred to verbal abuse, degrading her, making her feel alone, worthless and left behind.

Because why would she still be there if her friends were looking for her?

No, you can't give in, Musa, that's Beatrix talking.

Somewhere along the line, her thoughts started to turn against her, something that Rosalind didn’t let slide and kept using on her. Her favorite memory to mess with was the last image she had of Riven. One where he stands up, only to tell her it was all her fault, eyes cold and resentful, blaming Musa for how things turned out, how her powers were useless just like her specialist training. Just like her.

Those days she felt like giving up.

Musa hears someone coming to the room, so she rushes to dry her tears. She refuses to look back at the door, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. At this point she couldn’t care less.

"I much rather you had joined us, Musa.” wisps of disappointment and urgency meet Musa, leaving her unnerved, Rosalind’s tone indicating finality, as if she was in a hurry. “So much talent, it's a shame all of it is wasted on a misdirected sense of loyalty towards people who don't deserve it. People who don’t care"

Musa sets her eyes on Rosalind as she keeps walking towards her, Beatrix a few steps behind. Something 's wrong.

"Pity you kept resisting me. Bea, you know what to do."

All of a sudden a thousand volts run through her body, knocking all the air out of her, hands shaking while trying to find something to ground her. Lips drawing blood as she bites them, not giving them the satisfaction of showing her pain. When she thinks it’s over, more lightning hits her, more powerful than before, making her arch her back, eyes rolling back. Meanwhile, Rosalind takes advantage of her predicament by entering her mind, twisting and turning everything upside down, leaving a chaotic mess in her wake.

A piercing cry leaves Musa’s lips. Everything was too much as they keep repeating their ministrations, her mind a whirlwind of images and feelings she can’t put in order, flashes of her girls messing around at the living room of the suite, changes and portrays them enclosing her, mean stares in their eyes as they view her in disgust because of what she is. Or rather what her powers are. The amused stares Riven and Musa shared whenever Silva turned his back after reprimanding them for being too playful while training, turn into a resentful gaze directed at her. A whisper thrown her way as he tells her how she doesn’t belong there.

No matter how much she tries, she is unable to make a rational thought. The mental attack along with the lightning running through her body throws her over the edge.

She feels something inside her break. Her last thought being jade eyes and a smirk the sun-kissed brown haired boy throws her way, bidding the last tendrils of her mind farewell.

When the attack stops, Musa is left barely breathing on the floor, back hitting the floor as tears run through her face. Brown eyes dull as a catatonic look stares into space.

Beatrix and Rosalind leave the room, not minding what remains of Musa.

______

When they finally find Rosalind’s lair. It was fully empty this time. No one left behind to surprise them again in a sneak attack. For that Riven sights in relief, not having time to dwell on meaningless fights. He has to find Musa, as fast as he can, no matter what. Determination keeping his body moving forwards.

Sky and Stella had to slow him down sometimes in order to check for possible traps being left there, as he keeps opening the doors without a care. Recklessness written all over his face.

As Riven opens a door and checks the inside of the room looking for Musa he does a double take as he is making his exit. An extended bare hand on the ground catches his attention back to the room. When he approaches the figure laying on the ground a shiver runs through his body as cold spreads in every corner of his skin. He feels his world fall into despair the same way it did when he found out Musa didn’t make it back to Alfea.

“Fuck, Musa!” A broken sob escapes him at the sight of her, laying on the floor, while he rushes to her side. He kneels down while taking Musa into his trembling arms, tears clouding his eyes as he looks for a pulse. “Thank fucking god” He sighs, shaking in relief as he miraculously finds a faint one, but the relief is short-lived when he actually takes a good look at the state she’s in.

Her cheeks are humid from the tears that once fell from her not too long ago, the few visible skin she displays through her ragged clothes shows the weeks of torment she had to endure as purple and yellow bruises replaced her olive complexion, her split lips showed the smallest of crimson liquid flowing down her chin, but the heartache really sets in when he tries to reach the once vivid and playful brown orbs which are now devoid of life, completely absent as he tries to meet her.

“Muse” he trembles while caressing her cheek with one hand, the other resting at the back of her head “I’m here, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, alright?” He chokes, heavy tears falling from his face while rocking her back and forth as he brings her closer to him until his lips rest on the top of her hair, kissing it lightly, wishing to fix the cracks of her broken mind. “Don’t go, please, please come back to me. Who’s gonna put through my bullshit if you’re not there to put me in my place?.”

Riven keeps pleading to whomever could hear for her to be back to herself, and that’s how Stella and Sky find him, holding on to Musa for dear life while crying his eyes out. The sight of their friends laying on the ground would be engraved into their minds for days to come, as the feel of utter helplessness creeps into their bodies, making them unable to move due to the somber picture before them.

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[witching-by-the-willow]

I trust you to take the pain away

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Description:

"Musa tried to draw her arms back, but he held his grip. Still no more than a delicate wrap of fingers that she could get out of if she wanted, but god help her, she had no such wish. Not when his thumb was stroking at the bloody marks on her skin as he looked them over. And there was that urge to curl into him. Again."

Riven helps Musa get the runic limiters off after their first training session, and then does even more than she would have expected of him.

Word Count: 2,477

Just me attempting to write Rivusa ft some hurt/comfort, a teensy bit of angst, and Riven being a complete softie for Musa.

(I mean, is anyone surprised that it's them who have such a chokehold on me that they made me write for a show? 🤡)

I was nervous as hell posting this, and I am still trying to get better at voicing these two, so Feedback is very much appreciated! 🤲

Hope you all like it! ❤❤❤

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[kira-7]

Rating: Mature

  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

  Relationships: Musa/Riven (Winx Club), Musa & Riven (Winx Club), Minor or Background Relationship(s):, Beatrix/Stella (Winx Club), Flora/Helia (Winx Club), Aisha | Layla/Grey Owens, Terra Harvey/Kat, Bloom/Sky (Winx Club) Additional Tags: There's someone else too: but spoiler!, Trust Issues, Post-Canon, War, Training, Training Camp, Flashbacks, Mild Gore, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Violent Thoughts, Mind Control, First Kiss, Forehead Touching, POV Riven (Winx Club), Pov Musa, Musa Needs a Hug (Winx Club), riven needs a hug, Protective Riven (Winx Club), protective musa, Riven Swears (Winx Club), Mind Fairies (Fate: The Winx Saga), BAMF Musa, Hugs, Flora ships Riven/Musa, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Long Shot

Words: 10844

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[medusanova]

Too Far Gone

He hated it, the power she held over him. That she'd never needed her magic to see into the poisoned depths of him. The pressure that never seemed to escape the cage of his ribs. The ache, worse than any blade that had pierced his skin. Worse than any broken bone or wound from a Burned One.

And yet he loved it. That the never-ending pain only ever dulled when he was with her.

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A 2023 @winxsource Holiday Exchange gift for my angsty soulmate, fellow Bloody!Riven enthusiast, and multi-fandom friend, @leadingrebel. It is an honor and joy to gift you the sweetest and most blood-splattered story I could come up with. And an endless thank you to the amazing @skloomdumpster and @fitztragedy for all their effort in bringing this event to life with their special holiday magic xx

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[rivensdefenseattorney]

Riven Character Profile

(WIP)

Basic Information

Name: Riven

Race: Halfblood Werewolf

Age: 19

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Height: 6'0 (183 cm)

Unique Features

Scar on his left chin

Several scars along his torso, back, and arms

Tattoos that cover some of the scars

Education & Background

Birthplace: Darkstone Village, Illumina

Education: Red Fountain Polytechnic

Year: 2

Specialty: Freelance Operations

Sub-Specialties: Techno-Magic Weaponry Design & Development | Vehicle Engineering & Advanced Transportation Systems

Favorite Class: Automotive Design and Innovation

Occupation: Waiter

Relationships

Family

Mother (Deceased)

Father (Unknown)

The Ravagers

Friends

Timmy/Brandon (Specialist Best Friends)

Flora/Bloom/Tecna (Winx Best Friends)

Love Interests

Darcy

Musa

Personality Traits

Introverted and Impulsive: Riven tends to keep to himself, but his impulsive nature occasionally drives him to act without much forethought.

Competitive and Goal-Oriented: His competitive spirit and goal-oriented mindset push him to constantly strive for improvement.

Realistic and Blunt: Riven is pragmatic and straightforward, often expressing his opinions without sugarcoating.

Independent: He values self-reliance and finds it challenging to open up or show vulnerability.

Hot-headed: His impulsive nature occasionally leads to hot-headedness and bouts of blind aggression, especially when feeling envious or provoked.

Protective and Caring: Despite his tough exterior, Riven possesses a protective and caring nature towards those he cares about.

Surprising Insightfulness: Riven demonstrates unexpected insight into his friends' emotions and situations. He may not show it openly, but he does pay attention and offers advice that reflects his understanding of their dilemmas.

Reluctant Acceptance of Compliments: He's uncomfortable receiving praise or compliments, often brushing them off or responding in a dismissive manner.

Skills & Abilities

Specializes in Phanto-Daggers

Can basically figure out how to take anything apart and put it back together

Very Agile

Enhanced Senses, but sense of smell is particularly strong

Quickly recovers from injuries

Excellent Thief

Hobbies & Interests

Working with his hands

Working on vehicles

Cooking and trying new recipes

Training to get stronger

Camping and spending time outdoors

Quirks & Habits

Gives everyone a nickname

Always uses a coaster

Clean Freak

__________________________

Winx Rewrite Master Post

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[arlovegood]

For all my fellow writers who do not posses a beta reader, do y'all edit your works? Do you do drafts and later come back to them? Or are firmly in the "This is what god intended for it to come out as" type of author who publishes what first got onto the paper? Just curious over here.

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[theperfectrose]

I never thought I’d be writing something like this, but here I am. The reason why I started writing fics is because I want everyone to experience the stories I do in my lil head. I want to share my look on things and if that is interesting for someone else, then that’s so amazing and we can gush over it together. It completely makes my day when I see some comments and kudos or even when I get a personal dm here 🥰

That being said, PLEASE DON’T TAKE OR TRANSLATE MY WORK WITHOUT PERMISSION AND ESPECIALLY WITHOUT GIVING ME CREDIT FOR IT!

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I was recently informed of a site where people have taken my works and translated them without my knowledge. To add icing on the cake, they’ve continued my UNFINISHED work and posted it as theirs. I am sorry, but this is crossing all lines! I was not credited for my work properly and to top it all, you’re using my work to fuel your popularity on the site.

Setting my story on the side, here is the link to the webpage: https://ficbook.net. Please check if your fics are here, translated without your permission. Note that some may even be altered during the translations…

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[americaswritings]

There’s magic in chaos

Warnings: angsty/sad thoughts, Musa is struggling, little identity crisis

Summary: You don’t need to be strong all the time & "Who doesn’t like a little chaos? I certainly do.”

Words: 3k

Pairing: Riven x Musa 

A/N: Season 2 of Fate has me shipping Riven & Musa like crazy!! He is so soft around her omg!! I need more :/ So fanfiction it will be..

This scene is set in 2x06 after their argument and before Riven and the other specialists head off.

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“I’m sorry.”

Musa nibbled on her bottom lip as she typed the message, hitting send before she could overthink it.

She hadn’t seen Riven since their argument that morning, when he had made more than clear that he didn’t appreciate her will to become a specialist.

When they had sparred together, she had let herself hope that this could be something for her for a moment. Something that gave her a new purpose and her life a meaning.

And Riven had seemed to encourage her, telling her she could do whatever she wanted with her life and stop thinking about what everyone else thought.

It wasn’t as easy as he made it sound, but his words had made her think. He was right. For once she could ignore what other people thought of her and her actions. She might see it on their faces, but she didn’t have to listen to it.

A constant chaos in her head.

And the sparring with Riven had made her feel powerful again. Even though he had beat her, she hadn’t been as bad as he had expected her to be. She had seen the surprise and the hint of respect in his eyes.

Maybe, if she trained enough, she could become one of them. Not a fairy, but a fighter. A part of her wondered if that hadn’t been her destiny all along.

Being a mind fairy had never felt natural to her. Although she had grown used to the noises in her head, she had never appreciated it. Not once had she been proud of her powers, had seen them as a gift. 

All they had ever been to her were a curse. 

First her mom.

Now Sam.

So she had welcomed the chance to give them up, to get rid of the chaos in her mind once and for all.

What she hadn’t expected was to feel so lost without them. Sure, she was still a fairy. But without her powers that held no meaning. She was still Musa, the girl with the quick wit and natural confidence.

But that wasn’t enough. Not in this world, the world they lived in.

And around her everyone else seemed to have it figured out. Even Bloom, who was struggling with her powers didn’t understand her, because her abilities had opened up a whole new world for her. Opportunities. Friendship. 

And so Musa had begun pulling away from her friends, who were encouraging her to get her powers back. The pressure they placed on her felt too heavy, as if she was trapped in a corner, the world caving in around her.

But then Riven had been there, helping her escape Tara’s well-meant but straining getting-Musa’s-powers-back-program, letting her blow off steam during their sparring match and staying by her side when she had been literally rooted to the spot in the middle of the path.

He had listened to her, really listened and said what he thought. Not what he thought she wanted to hear from him or what everyone else told her. Instead he had made her feel understood in an unfamiliar way and a little less lonely.

But it seemed she had pushed it too far with him. 

A part of her was still angry how he had treated her, the words he had said to her. But the other one understood where he was coming from. 

He had been training to be a specialist for years, putting in effort, time and discipline every single day. His dedication had inspired her to find something that would help her feel that way again, like she was good at something. Something that could help others, not hurt them, hurt herself like her powers had.

And here she was, showing up what seemed to be out of nowhere and claiming to become a specialist too. Maybe she had been a bit too confident in herself and her abilities and he had thought she was being arrogant. 

The truth was, she didn’t know what was going on in his head. Because for the first time she couldn’t feel it, and that felt like a curse and a gift at the same time.

Her eyes were fixed on the message for a moment, hoping for a response but doubting he would be answering soon, if even at all. Perhaps it was weird that she was texting him on his Instagram account that was so him but didn’t fit the person she had gotten to know the past days.

But she didn’t have his number and she was too proud to ask Dane for it and too distanced from Flora and Tara. She could have gone to Sky with her request, but that felt weird, and besides he would tell Bloom and in the end the girls would know.

To her surprise she wanted to keep this a secret. She had seen Tara’s look when she had interrupted their training, Riven’s hand wrapped around her arm, steading her, holding her close.

Her heart missed a beat as she thought back to that moment, but she brushed it off. It was a gift not to have to hear their judgement, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t show or tell her in other ways.

And what she had with Riven, if she could even call it a something, she didn’t want them to ruin.

She was well aware of the reputation Riven had. Living in Alfea she had heard the rumours, had seen the way him and Beatrix had been all over each other last year. And his Instagram profile was just another proof.

But still she couldn’t stop thinking about him. How attentive he had been to look past her facade, how calm and understanding he had been with her. Not judging her decision to give up her magic and keeping it a secret for her.

Maybe what she had heard about him and what he showed the world wasn’t all there was. Perhaps it was just a facade too. An image that told people to stay away, because if they got too close, they would see behind the mask he was putting on.

Musa let out a sigh, locking her phone and pushing it into the pocket of her jeans. She had to get out of here and do something or she feared she would go insane.

Even if she would never become a specialist that didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to train.

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“I know you would be here.”

Musa turned, sweat dripping from her forehead and she wiped at it with her arm. 

Riven was walking over to the training grounds, dressed in his black uniform that suited him a little too well. And the look on his face told her he knew it.

“Got my ass kicked this morning so...” She shrugged, turning back to the punch bag she was letting her anger out against.

Riven came to stand in front of her, grabbing it and holding it steady as she continued to throw punches at it. “Well, that’s what happens if you challenge a specialist.”

Musa stopped, her eyes meeting his as he emphasized the last word. “I get it. I really do”, she stated, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.

“But this”, she gestured around the training course and Riven’s eyes followed her before they locked on her again. “This feels the most like me since a long time.”

For a moment he stayed silent, and she suddenly felt a little self-aware under his gaze, knowing he was reading her. Calculating. It was moments like these that she noticed her missing powers the most. When he looked at her and saw something she didn’t know, but couldn’t slip in his mind to do the same.

“I always figured that was your thing”, he said then, moving away from the punch bag. Musa followed him curiously. “What was?”

He bent down, going through a heap of equipment before pulling out a water bottle and handing it to her. Musa took it with a grateful nod.

“Magic.” He shrugged. “Your mind fairy tricks.”

His words made her feel sick for a moment and she felt the tension she had worked so hard to get off return to her body. Mind fairy tricks.

He seemed to catch the change in her demeanour because he furrowed his brows. “Did you always hate it?”

Musa shifted. “I didn’t hate it.” He raised his brow at her. “I just-”, she let out a frustrated sigh. “Everyone else seems to have it so much easier. Their magic is beautiful, and they can decide when they want to use it.”

She shook her head, adverting her eyes. “Mine’s always been chaotic. And there’s no switch to turn it off. When you’re a mind fairy, you’re constantly on. It’s not easy.”

When she met his eyes again, she saw doubt in them. “I didn’t take you for a girl who chooses easy.” His eyes flickered over her body and she straightened, knowing he was just trying to undermine his words but feeling her heart speed up as he stared so bluntness at her body in her workout clothes.

“I don’t. But it would be nice to- get a break sometimes.”

“When you’re a specialist you don’t get a break either.” Musa felt her brows draw together, not liking what he was implying. “That’s different”, she stated and he gave her a look. “Is it?”

But before she could open her mouth to say something he held up his hands. “Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do. That’s your thing to figure out. But right now it seems like you’re running into something head-first without knowing what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I’m a good fighter”, she said and his eyes softened for a second. So he had been impressed, even if just a little. The thought made her feel warm inside.

“You’re not bad. But you don’t need to become a specialist now that you don’t have your powers anymore. There are other things you can do.”

Now she was the one to raise her brow at him. “Like what?” He seemed to seriously think about it for a moment before he narrowed his eyes. 

“Like anything! Fuck, why do you need to do anything? You don’t have your powers anymore. So what? You’re still you.”

And who is that?, she wanted to ask, but instead she bit her lip. “That’s not enough. Not in this world”, she settled on, her voice lacking emotion. A sign that she was feeling too many at once, so she was shutting down. 

Riven stepped closer to her, his eyes suddenly intense again as he looked at her. “Bullshit. Fuck everyone else. You don’t need to do everything for everyone. Just do what you want.”

Some might have said this was the Riven everyone was warning her about. Reckless, selfish, just looking for fun. But as he stood so close to her, she could see that this wasn’t him trying to pull her to the dark side, or however Tara would call it.

Riven wasn’t selfish. Sometimes maybe- wasn’t everyone?- but he had gone back for her. He had saved her, getting attacked himself as he had done that.

And now he wasn’t telling her this out of his own personal motives. Something in his tone told her that there was much more behind his words he left unspoken.

You don’t need to be strong all the time.

And God how she wanted to give up, just for a moment, and let herself feel it all. The mistakes she had made, the guilt she felt, the pain that Sam had left her. That she hadn’t been enough. 

That she had lost a part of herself when she had given up her magic. Her powers for one and the part that made her belong. A fairy. But she had given that up voluntary. So what did that make her? A liar? A hypocrite?

In times where they needed mind fairies the most she had chosen to give up, seeking her own relief over the other’s safety.

Riven was right; it was exhausting to be strong all the time. But Musa feared that if she allowed herself to fell all the emotions that she was pushing back, she might never recover from it.

He was so close now that she could feel his breath and an instinct told her to glance around to make sure no one saw them. And take a step back. But she was rooted to the spot, drawn in by his intensity.

“And the chaos thing?”

All her life she had feared the chaos inside of her, had been told it was bad, so bad that it was something to get rid of. And Sam had been her calm.

“Who doesn’t like a little chaos? I certainly do.” Riven smirked at her and she saw a glint in his eyes. Now was the moment she should have pushed him away in disgust. Or stepped away in fury. But none of those things were on her mind as she looked up at him.

But he was gone now.

Why shouldn’t she embrace the chaos? If it was a part of her, so she couldn’t resent nor resist it forever. Even with her magic gone her life felt messy, so maybe it was time to accept it and stop pushing it away.

“Chaos is all my life has been lately”, she confessed, searching his eyes. 

So close.

Riven leaned forward and for a moment she thought he would kiss her. But that was...ridiculous.

“Who says that’s a bad thing?”, he whispered next to her ear and when she could see his face again, he still looked at her in a way no one had ever looked at her before. It was oddly thrilling.

“Everyone”, she breathed, knowing she should break the moment but feeling herself not wanting to. 

“Everyone else is lame.”

A chuckle burst out of her mouth and Riven gazed at her. “What?”

Musa composed herself again, but the grin stayed. “That’s just what every single person says who thinks they are different.”

Riven looked at her, unbothered by her words because he didn’t have anything to proof to her. He knew who he was.

Musa could feel the heat between them. 

Almost unbearable. 

So before she could follow his words and do something she wanted, chaotic and potentially stupid she lunged forward, swinging at his leg. 

He hadn’t expected the attack so he wasn’t quick enough to move away.

With a satisfied smirk she watched him go down, his back hitting the training platform with a loud thump. Around them she saw a few people staring at them, amused expressions on her their faces as they gazed from her to Riven on the ground.

And there was something in their eyes she hadn’t seen directed at her in a long time; respect.

“Wow.” Riven let out a breath and she turned back to him, extending her hand. He took it, letting her pull him up and she realized he was much heavier than he looked. 

As she swayed a little on her feet suddenly he was the one steadying her, his grip around her arm reminding her of the moment he had kept her from falling into the water that surrounded the platforms.

“And here I thought you were done playing mind tricks.”

But he didn’t sound upset. She must have wounded his pride a little, yet he seemed calm and she was glad he wasn’t lashing out on her. 

She only shrugged at his words, still too proud of her take-down to put much weight into them. 

“I am a fairy after all”, she reminded him, surprised by the lightness with which the words slipped past her lips and he smiled a little. 

"Riven!"

They both blinked, turning to Sky who looked up at them at the platform. "Silva's calling us. We're heading out."

A mission. The specialists were going on a mission. A part of her felt disappointed that Riven was leaving and their moment was over. That she couldn't go with him, with them.

But she wouldn't try to argue about this again.

Riven seemed just as surprised as her, but she could see his face ease into an expression of satisfaction. "About damn time!", he muttered and Musa followed him down the platform.

"Any news about Bloom yet?", she asked when she fell into step beside Sky, who shook his head.

The tension was evident in his shoulders and his jaw, so she stayed silent, not pressing further. She didn't need to be a mind fairy to figure out what he was feeling.

When the black jeeps came into view that Silva and the other specialists were loading with weapons and other equipment Riven looked at her again.

"Sparring tomorrow?", he asked, and it sounded so casual that she felt her heart squeeze. It took all in her not to beam at his words and the offer behind them.

Maybe she wouldn't become a specialist, but Riven would teach her how to fight. She would feel strong again.

But suddenly that wasn’t what excited her, but more so the fact that she would be spending time with him again.

With all her determination she held back the joy and gave him a nod, watching as he headed off.

"Be careful!"

She couldn't stop herself and Riven turned back to her, rolling his eyes. "Always am", he said and saluted and she stared after him as he disappeared in a crowd of black bodies.

Only when someone loudly inhaled beside her Musa remembered she wasn't alone. "What?", she asked as her eyes landed on Sky's, his brows slightly raised as he watched her with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Please don't give me that speech", she interjected when he opened his mouth, but the blonde shook his head. "I wasn't about to."

"Oh."

Well then.

Before following his friend Sky offered her a small smile.

"You're good for him."

This time Musa couldn’t hold back her smile.

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[heartandflowerball]

"Call it what you want"-Rivusa social media au(fake dating trope) - Chapter 21-

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Real life pov:

Riven waited all morning for Musa to show up for practice. He waited patiently for her but she never came. Sitting against a tree, he wonders why she is not there. He asks himself questions; wondering why she didn't come, what could have prevented her from coming, when from the beginning, she always came. For her, it is so important to know how to defend herself. And that's where it finally tilts in his brain. It's the anniversary of Musa's mother's death. Riven gets up with some guilt. He feels guilty, how could he forget? Does she want to see him on this day so sad for her? Should he leave her alone today? He does not know what to do.

That's how he seems to feel, but deep down, Riven knows very well what he has to do for Musa today.

That's why fifteen minutes later, he finds himself on the landing of the girls' room with a bag full of food. He knocks on the door and Stella, still in her pajamas, opens. The blonde looks down at the bags in Riven's hands with fake disdain and opens the door wide for him to enter.

The girls are all sitting on the big red sofa in the small living room. Just one person is not present. Musa.

Riven doesn't even have time to say anything when Aïsha gets up and says to him: "No."

"Huh? Why no?" Riven asks, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"It's not the day, leave her alone." Add the water fairy.

Putting her hands on her own waist, Stella comes to position herself next to him to take his defense but Aisha still refuses. She doesn't want Musa to go through more than she is already going through. Yet Riven does not understand, he does not want his girlfriend to have a more difficult time, he wants to relieve her of her pain.

After a long debate between Aisha and Riven, the boy is ready to leave, giving up but unexpectedly, clearly to everyone's surprise, Terra raises her voice:

"Let him see her Aïsha."

"What?" said the principal concerned, turning to Terra. "Are you defending him?"

"I'm not defending anyone, I'm just saying that if he wants to see her, we are no one to stop him. Besides, it will surely do Musa good to see him."

Terra is now standing between Riven and Aisha, "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean he helped her a lot with her powers, he helped her by  teaching her how to fight, he helped her with getting over the breakup with my brother, he helped her to be happy and he can surely help her now."

Everyone in the room is speechless. Nobody expected to see Terra take the defense of Riven. And yet.

Aïsha, after a long moment of reflection, nods her head towards the boy to give him her agreement. Riven heads to Musa's room after giving Terra a grateful look.

Riven knocks softly on Musa's bedroom door but doesn't hear an answer. He goes in anyway and silently closes the door behind him. His eyes take time to adjust to the darkness of the room and that's when he sees her. Musa is lying in bed, her knees pulled up to her chest and covered by the blankets. She has her eyes closed but does not sleep. Riven has already slept with Musa enough times to know what she looks like when she's asleep. Calm, relaxed facial features, and there it is not. He knows she's awake but she doesn't move an inch. As if he's not there.

"Hi, I just came to drop you off some food. I'll put it on your desk", The specialist said as he put the bag of food on Musa's messy desk, "If you need to talk I'm here, but don't feel obligated to do anything. We don't even have to talk if you prefer, we can just stay together. But if you really need to be in your own company, no worries. We can see each other another day, just know that you are not alone."

Still getting no reaction from Musa, Riven turns to leave when a voice interrupts him.

"Stay."

Musa's voice is weak, damaged and tear filled and when he turns around he sees her holding the covers for him to lie down with her. He hurries to take off his shoes to go near the brunette whose eyes are red from crying. She doesn't come to snuggle up against him, she stays curled up on herself but Riven knows very well that it's a big step for her to accept his presence today. So he watches her with as much love as he can while she closes her eyes, trying to fall asleep.

Musa has been sleeping peacefully for several hours. Riven doesn't sleep. He prefers to keep an eye on her in case something happens. It was while after he was reading on his phone that he felt something mooving next to him. When he turns his head away from his screen, he looks down to see Musa squealing from the back of her throat, scratching her arm. He grabs her hand to stop her but that causes Musa to cling around Riven's waist. He lets her do. He even comes to put an arm around her, bringing her even closer to him. The fairy's sobs calm down little by little as Riven repeats her soft "It's going to be fine, I'm here and you're safe.", in her ear. Musa's sleep eases but the fairy doesn't loosen her grip around her boyfriend's waist. She clings to him as if he were her buoy during a drowning. And he lets her, because he would do anything to keep Musa's head above water.

A few minutes later, Riven feels Musa move even more. She is waking up. He remains motionless, while she sits up to come and hide her head in the crook of his shoulder and lengthens like that. He puts his arm gently around her. It is in this comfortable silence that he awaits. Sobs, cries and tears are wetting his t-shirt. He lets her do it, she needs it.

"I miss her so much."

He sighs with compassion, cradling her against him with infinite kindness, not daring to say anything.

"I wonder if she's proud of me, if she thinks I'm a good person..."

Riven frowns as Musa tries to stifle her sobs in her boyfriend's t-shirt.

"Muse look at me."

The fairy looks up at him. Her cheeks are dripping with tears, her nose is red, she is biting her bottom lip which is now bleeding and her normally brown eyes are now purple.

"You are the most magnificent star in this entire universe. Even Uranus and Saturn are embarrassed by how much more sparkling you are than them. I didn't knew your mother, but I'm sure your light reaches her where she is and she's proud of you."

After a few seconds of deep silence, she wraps her arms around him: "Thank you... Can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course."

"Would you like to listen to her favorite music with me?"

"All that you want."

Musa's pov:

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[ghostiewriter]

summary: They were just pretending, that's all they had to do. But why did his jealousy feel so real? Or, day sixteen of ghostie's spooktober spectacular.

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It wasn’t real, he kept reminding himself. It wasn’t fucking real. 

And yet, Riven still wanted nothing more than to storm over to the other side of the Bastion and shove Sam Harvey a good couple of fucking feet back because he was too close, far too close to something that didn’t belong to him anymore. 

Not that Musa belonged to Riven or anybody really, but that was beyond the point. Or at least, he kept telling himself that it was more than that. 

The point was that Sam Harvey needed to learn that whatever history he and Musa had was precisely that—history. And if Riven had his way, it would firmly stay that way. 

It had been half way through a sparring match when Musa had thrown the idea at him, most definitely as a ploy to distract him but also a genuine offer too. It was a simple dynamic, it was something that would benefit them both and it helped a lot that Musa was one of the few people that didn’t make Riven feel like walking past the barriers and never turning back again. 

After the messy breakup with Beatrix and Dane, things had been…tense to say the least. Both were just as spiteful as they were petty and it seemed like Riven was the one facing the brunt and annoyance of it all. 

Musa, on the other hand, needed to get a past fling off her back. With Sam’s return, Riven doubted the earth fairy thought his distance would do more than just give him the time he needed to find himself again. It gave Musa time to consider what she really wanted as well, and that just no longer aligned with Sam and his future now. Though, he seemed to be having a hard time grasping that truth. 

In some weird twisted turn of events, going from having two very real and intense partners to having one fake girlfriend seemed like the solution to all of his problems. 

Musa was a good friend, nothing more and Riven actually did quite like the mind fairy as much as he may have teased her. It was a simple deal that she benefitted from equally as much. 

So then why the fuck did he feel like his teeth were going to crush under the pressure of how hard he was biting back a handful of colourful phrases when he saw the earth fairy approach Musa by the benches, standing far too close than should be allowed of by an ex. 

“Focus.” 

Riven barely had the chance to scoff as his head snapped around to glare at Sky, though the blond just looked thoroughly amused. 

“Piss off,” Riven deadpanned. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today and not swiping you on your ass whilst you ogle your girlfriend to officially end this match,” Sky said as he planted his sword into the ground, leaning against it with a grin. 

“I’m not ogling,” Riven waved off. 

“Yeah, no, you’re right. You’re staring. Like a creep,” Sky snorted. “She can handle herself, Riv.” 

“She’s not the one I’m worried about,” Riven murmured as his eyes narrowed slightly as Sam took another step closer to Musa. “Fuck this.” 

“Don’t do anything stupid!” Sky called out from behind him. 

“Fuck off!” 

“I can’t keep covering your ass to Silva!” 

“Work it out, Blondie!” 

With the runic limiters still firmly planted around her wrists, Musa didn’t feel Riven approaching until his arm was thrown over her shoulders and she was pulled into his side, his hand squeezing her shoulder as though to hold her that little bit tighter made the difference. 

“Musa. Stan.” 

“Sam,” the earth fairy corrected, failing to hide his confusion as his eyes darted between Riven and the way he had practically draped himself over Musa. 

“I didn’t ask,” Riven said with a grin, not missing the way Musa quickly covered her snort with a cough. “Fairy classes are inside the school, things haven’t changed that much since you left.” 

“I know,” Sam said with a bite of annoyance. “I was just talking to Musa.” 

“Well, you’ve spoken to her,” Riven said and waved him off. “Fly along now, specialist training is serious. We don’t need lingerers.” 

Sam narrowed his eyes before blurting out. “I’m sorry, is there something going on here?” he asked, a crease forming between his brows as he turned to Musa. “Really? Him? I barely even left—” 

“You were gone long enough for Musa to know what she wants,” Riven bit back and his hold on the fairy tucked under his arm tightened. “Accept it and move on, Simon.” 

“Sam,” he corrected once again, teeth gritted in frustration. “I just don’t understand—”

“You don’t have to,” Riven interrupted once again, green eyes now cold and disinterested. “Now piss off, she’s busy.” 

Knowing he wouldn’t be getting the answers he wanted today, Sam gave the couple one last look—not even hiding his judgement—before he walked off, shoulders tense and head down. 

“You’re kinda hot when you’re jealous.” 

His eyes snapped down to the mind fairy beside him, instinctively glancing down to look at the smile twisted on her lips. 

“I’m not jealous,” Riven scoffed. “He was bothering you. I was giving you an out before Silva caught you.” 

“You played it well,” Musa continued, ignoring whatever he had just said. “I mean, for a second I really believed you were jealous.”

Riven rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we have shit to do.” 

Before he had the chance to walk away, Musa quickly wrapped her hand around his arm before he could completely pull away from her, causing the boy to stop in his tracks and turn to her. 

“Thank you,” she said and when he frowned a little, she continued. “For Sam. He was…just thank you for saving me.” 

His lips twitched. “It’s what I tend to do a lot these days.” 

Musa snorted. “Way to ruin it.” 

Riven shrugged, careless and grinning. “You owe me big time, that’s all I’m saying.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him off, but deep down she knew she was grateful for his timing. The Bastion wasn’t exactly the place she wanted to be having that conversation with Sam and he wasn’t getting the chance. “I think you just want another excuse to make out.” 

Riven raised his brows. “Well—“ 

“Shut up!” 

He let out a soft groan as her elbow made contact with his stomach, but his smile didn’t drop. “Kidding, kidding. No need to bruise up your boyfriend.” 

“I’ll avoid the pretty face,” she assured him with a single nod. 

“How kind.” 

“Remember that the next time you almost pull me into a bush to make out.” 

Riven’s eyes twinkled at the memory, and something much stronger bloomed in his chest. “Noted.”

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[imhereformr]

Rivusa and “you look pretty when you smile” or “I could spend 1000 lifetimes staring into your eyes) + DANCE pls hehe (it’s giving end of season 2 party ngl😭 I always wished they had a conversation to define their relationship/ some dialogue during their dance to give a good resolution to their arc throughout the season but oh well)

How about s3 Eraklyon ball instead?

The band chose a slow song. Couples, decked out in elaborate dress that made Riven feel out of place, took to the dance floor hand in hand. He watched them twirl around. Their bright, loving smiles grated at his heart. He hated how happy they seemed; he hated that he wasn’t one of them.  

His eyes pushed past the dancers. On the other side of the Eraklyon’s grand ballroom sat three girls; two of them talking animatedly, the third looking as dejected as he felt. Musa watched the dancers, not seeming to care about whatever Aisha and Flora were discussing. She looked so sad it made him hate himself.  

They’d had another fight that morning. That was all they seemed to do. Fights would be followed with make up sex, and then they’d move on as if the fight had never even happened. He was tired of doing the same dance over and over, but anytime he tried to talk about it, the words died in his throat and Musa shut down. He always thought the hard part would be getting the girl, but keeping her was proving to be even harder.  

Riven stood up, moving through the crowd with surprising ease. Musa looked up at him sadly, uncertainly, when he reached her. Beside her, Aisha glared daggers at him while Flora offered him an apologetic smile. No doubt both of them had heard them yelling at each other – the five of them, including Helia, were sharing a guest suite. Heck, he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole palace or, even then, the whole capital city had heard them. Musa was loud in most things she did, and that included arguments. And Riven, fucking moron that he was, matched her volume and intensity.  

“Can we...” he started, motioning his head towards the hall. Aisha started to spit out some undoubtedly vicious and hateful words, but Musa motioned her quiet.  

The musical fairy stood and led him out without a word. She stopped in a deserted hallway a few minutes later. He had no idea where they were – all of the hallways in the palace looked the same: beige with gaudy burgundy drapery. They were far enough that the sounds of the party were just a background noise.  

She turned to face him. Any words he wanted to say, unsurprisingly, failed him when he looked at her. Riven had never been good at knowing how people were feeling and often found himself misreading their facial expressions, so he’d made a point of memorizing Musa. He knew the faces she made when she thought something was stupid or shocking; he knew the way she laughed when she was uncomfortable and when she was genuinely enjoying herself; the way her eyes flashed and nostrils flared when she was angry; and the way her face relaxed when she was content and at peace. Right now, what he knew about her told him that she was trying very hard not to fall apart. Her arms wrapped around her body, fingers clenching at the delicate red fabric of her dress causing bunching that he was pretty sure would leave wrinkles in the material.  

He’d fucked up so badly. He didn’t even remember what had started the stupid fight just that it had led to him saying some pretty fucked up things to her; angry, spiteful words that she’d thrown back with just as much ferocity. They’d probably have kept slinging insults at each other – Gods knew they were both competitive enough to not want to be the first to back down – but Flora had stepped in. By stepped in he meant that Flora had used the potted plants in their suite to literally pull them apart and cover their mouths until they’d agreed to stop. When Flora had let them go, Musa had wordlessly turned towards their shared room and closed the door. Riven had had to ask Flora to get his suit.  

They stood in the hallway wordlessly. He should apologise – he needed to apologise – but the words kept getting stuck. Did she regret what she’d said as much as he did? Were the words getting caught in her throat too? Their eyes met and Riven swore his heart stopped. She looked like she was seconds from melting down into tears and, as bad as he was with emotions in general, he became sixty million times worse when tears came into the equation.  

Before she could cry or he could react, Musa launched herself at him. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she buried her face in his chest and began to cry. All he could think to do was wrap his arms around her and even that felt awkward. He waited silently until her tears subsided. Her grip on his waist didn’t loosen though.  

“I’m sorry” she whispered into his chest. Riven had barely heard the words, but he didn’t care. A grand apology wasn’t needed. He was sorrier than she could ever imagine; that she even apologised was more than he needed to hear. Riven bent his head down and rested his cheek against the crown of her head. He turned his face to place a kiss, and then returned to resting his cheek. They stood like that, holding each other in silence as the party picked up across the palace.  

Musa pulled away a few minutes later and took a seat against the wall. Riven joined her on the floor, where Musa entwined her hand with his. He kept their hands in his lap, running his thumb over hers. He loved the way her hand fit with his – like it was made to be there. The song changed three times before Riven broke the silence. 

“We need to talk about this when we get back to Magix.” He surprised himself with the maturity he was demonstrating at that moment because talking about it sounded like a goddamn nightmare. Any other time he would tell people to send him back to the Cloud Tower dungeons with Darcy’s fucking illusions before he willingly talked about his feelings. But this was Musa. And this was risking losing her. After all he’d had to overcome to even admit to having feelings for her, he wasn’t going to let her go because of one difficult conversation.  

“I know.” She squeezed his hand, nearly cutting off his circulation. “Do you think we’re gonna end up breaking up?” 

He lifted his eyes in surprise. Musa was staring at their hands in his lap, worry etching her beautiful face. He hated that she even had to worry about that. There was no doubt in his mind that if they were ever to break up, it would be her call. “I hope not” he replied honestly.  

A couple passed through the far-right hall, laughing loudly in their drunken stupor. Riven realised that, in the moment, he’d forgotten where they were and that they were supposed to be at a joyous event – Eraklyon's Millenium Celebration.  

Riven stood, offering Musa his hand. She took it, letting him help her to her feet. Musa started back to the party but Riven kept her hand in his and stopped her. “Dance with me?” he asked, pausing so she could hear the slow, romantic song that the band was playing.  

The smile that spread across her features was so radiant it could fuel a major city. She wrapped her arms around his neck, foolishly letting him take the lead as they swayed to the music. He couldn’t help but smile like an idiot when he looked at her. He knew they weren’t in the best place, but she hadn’t given up on him yet and that was enough to keep him hopeful despite his generally pessimistic outlook.  

When the music ended, they kept dancing. He was much happier here, just the two of them in their own world where they could pretend nothing was wrong. Musa laughed when she realised he wasn’t stopping with the music – a real, genuine joyful laugh.  

“You’re so beautiful when you smile” he told her before he could think the words through properly. Gods he sounded like fucking Helia, but apparently Musa loved it because she smiled even more. Even when they headed back to the party, she kept that gorgeous smile on her face. Through twelve more songs and six boring speeches; Musa kept smiling until disaster struck but Riven chose to ignore that part.  

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[lynpheas]

“You know, if you’re not interested, you can just say it to my face. I can take it.” She pauses, “I’ve seen you around with Darcy.” Riven scratches his cheek, “You know, I’m not really sure what to say.” “You say, ‘Musa, you’re a really cool girl, but sadly I am not interested,’” Musa says. “And then we can be friends.” Riven’s fingers loosely clutch her wrist, standing almost as close to her as he did on that Halloween night. Looking her directly in the eye, he says, “I’m not not interested.” Her breath hitches.

Musa and Riven and the pain of getting older.

are you better now that we're older? by lynpheas

Rating: T

Status: 6/16

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