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ghostiewriter · 1 year

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can i please request rivusa + first i love you? 👻

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.

#ghostie's 1k celebration #rivusa #fate #fate: the winx saga #riven #musa #rivusa fic #rivusa fanfic #rivusa fanfiction #fate fic #fate fanfic #fate fanfiction #fate: the winx saga fic #fate: the winx saga fanfic #fate: the winx saga fanfiction

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fitztragedy · 1 year

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″At Last” a fanfic by @gossipqueen2000

Happy Birthday Mo!!

#fitztragedy #ftws #fate the winx saga #fate: the winx saga #winxsource #rivusa #riven x musa #riven #musa #fate fanfic #ftws fanfic #ficrec

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ghostsunderstoodmysoul · 2 years

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How talking to your plants might improve your happiness (Farah “The Fern” Dowling x Reader)

Fandom: Fate: The Winx Saga

Summary: You swore you would support your wife in sickness and in health. Unfortunately, she had other plans for your relationship and she made you a surprise. At the same time, she forgot that she had married a person who could not keep even a cactus alive. The marriage vow is now under threat.

A/N: Hello! To start with, I would like to say hello to anyone who wants to read this. While until recently I was quite often active as a reader and fanfics lover, now I decided to create something myself. The idea itself does not belong to me, the plot of this story is based on an absolutely brilliant post created by: @simplytheevebest. I am so grateful that she allowed me to write my own version of this story based on it.

I would also like to thank @multifandomfix who has been a writing inspiration for me for a long time and offered to help as a beta reader to increase your reading comfort.

Enjoy! :)

People face many difficulties and challenges in their lives. They raise doubts about the correctness of the decisions they made, which led them to a given moment.

Until now, I used to think that my life was going well, aside from functioning in a relatively dangerous reality, and I had nothing to regret myself, except when I had to admit to my wife that I accidentally flushed my wedding ring down the toilet.

But yeah, so far I haven't had much to complain about, which has further aggravated my anxiety and stress in the present moment. Usually, in moments of doubt, I reached for some professional guide containing answers to the questions that haunt me. Sometimes I was looking for solutions on the Internet and thus I discovered how many people there are who know as little about life as I do. It happened to be uplifting, and I remembered it at times when all other methods had failed, and I had to refer the matter to my wife.

At this point, I was in a situation where I was trying to implement plan number three. With an emphasis on tried because all the signs in heaven and earth indicated that I would not succeed. What's more, I can bet on that wedding ring I pulled out of the sewer before, that the whole universe is now treating me like an idiot. It’s not every day you see a person persistently trying to get any answers from the fern sitting on the desk.

No, I'm not trying to solve a criminal case, and this plant isn't the prime suspect in a drug smuggling case at all. Although you never know with Farah, after five years together I don't think anything will surprise me anymore.

Oh yeah, Farah. My lovely wife, whose health and happiness are my top priorities in life. As a result of an unfortunate twist of events, she became my nuisance, because she took the form of things that I cannot take care of, no matter how hard I try.

At times I think that she did it on purpose to make fun of me. How else could I define the current situation in which the person turned into a fern is dependent on a human who would probably be able to kill artificial flowers?

I looked at the pot and tilted my head to judge the angle of the sunlight.

“Honey, could you please let me know if you are burning alive right now?" I asked with some uncertainty in my voice.

No reaction. I didn't even notice the slightest movement of the leaf that would mean… I'm not sure myself. Confirmation? Negation? Expressing your last will, moments before facing painful death at the hands of the worst florist in the history of the world?

There was a reason why we never gave each other flowers as a gift, as somehow my very person automatically took away all the plants' will to live.

However, the current situation was serious, so I armed myself with techniques to overcome my problems. They mostly relied on all the books I was able to collect, the knowledge of specialists on the Internet, and Terra's phone number on a speed dial should I inadvertently create a deadly threat. Which initially happened at least once a day, but with time I started to cope better with caring for the fern.

I wouldn't consider myself a specialist, or even an expert, but nothing has burst into flames - either from my magic or my incompetence.

I was already able to deal with this one particular type of plant, which gave me the opportunity to look for ways to restore Farah to her human form. What could have gone wrong?

5 minutes later

The students were just walking through the school corridors to move to their next classes or meet their friends during the break. There was no indication that anything would disturb the peace and quiet of the day.

Some of them, however, were close enough to the teachers' dormitory wing that they could hear a desperate scream.

“HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO CHANGE YOUR FORM? I CAN’T LOOK AFTER ANYTHING BUT FERNS!”

~.~.~.~

I studied the plant in front of me.

I've spent the last hour trying to find the species I'm dealing with. How did Farah choose the plant whose form she just took?

“My love, if you are able to control what flower you become,” I started, bringing an open book close to the pot, “then please, please turn into something easier to keep alive. According to this book, you are currently an azalea. The name may be cute, but do you realize that providing you with ideal conditions is almost impossible?"

The plant in front of me was still imperturbable, but I was sure Farah was laughing at me right now. Can plants make fun of you? My life has become a jumble of countless questions combined with a total lack of answers.

However, I realized that this is the moment when I have to face another dilemma.

Should Farah change her location? Would that mean moving somewhere that I can't keep an eye on? What's worse – should I give my wife a temporary vacation in a greenhouse or garden?

What does that say about me as a human?

Probably nothing good, and I myself will be reborn as a plant after death, and end up in the hands of my future heir. One who will inherit my stupidity and lack of talent for plants, which will make me follow the fate of many of those whom I have tried to take care of myself.

On the other hand, I should mainly be thinking about the present form of Farah. I looked at her and muttered under my breath.

“Hope you still enjoy traveling more than – wait for it – putting down roots in one place,” I said proudly, clearly finding my joke successful.

At that moment, one of the flowers of the azalea in front of me fell, and I swallowed nervously.

“This situation will end in divorce at best.” I sighed heavily and took Farah to another part of the school, hoping that she would at least consider it a trip on a par with flying to Iceland.

~.~.~.~

I felt like a proud but still incompetent parent. I was able to educate and learn a lot about the care and meaning of flowers. I had reached the stage where I felt equipt enough to face this challenge. Ben and Terra stopped seeing me in my pajamas in the middle of the night in a panic trying to get answers to new questions that kept multiplying.

No no, end of bad moments, I stopped posing a direct threat to my wife's health and life.

I had a set schedule of classes and activities that I did in her company so that she would not feel completely excluded. I was just returning from my classes to her office, where she had been staying for a week, after being turned into a peace lily. I decided that she has transformed into such an elegant plant to proudly welcome students and other guests.

So I was heading towards the office to clean up the paperwork in Farah’s company and eat a meal together, because it was the day of watering her.

Nothing could spoil my mood that day.

Except for one detail.

Upon entering my office, I quickly realized that Farah wasn't where I left her.

I took a deep breath and walked briskly towards the west wing. I knew our friend Saul should be there now. We recently agreed on alternating care to give Farah more variety in her free time. And she had too much of it and was starting to be picky about how she spent it.

I turned into a corridor on the left and almost collided with someone who was just passing by. I was relieved to recognize Saul, and without unnecessary prolongation, I asked the question that haunted me.

“Saul, did you take Farah with you to class today?”

The man looked at me a bit worried, then shook his head no. I suddenly felt faint.

We felt it would be best to ask students who sometimes helped with caring for her. We didn't have to look long, because before we got to their dormitories, we ran into Sky and Riven, holding a flowerpot with a peace lily in their hands.

I breathed a sigh of relief, then walked over to them and asked what the situation actually meant and why they abducted Farah without asking.

“We wanted to take her for a walk outside the school and show her what has changed over the last few months,” Sky replied, then added, “We're sorry for forgetting to mention it, but we couldn't find you.”

I nodded and took the pot with a lot of relief and little satisfaction that the boys had good intentions. But something didn’t feel right to me. I smelled the pot and noticed a fairly strong smell of tobacco or some similar substance.

The boys were already starting to make their way towards the other end of the corridor, so I called after them, “Guys, why do I get the impression that you smoked something in front of her?”

Sky quickly replied, “Riven wanted to see if, as a peace lily, she was actually purifying the air of toxic substances. If you were curious, the answer is yes!”

"Wait, WHAT?"

But they were already gone.

~.~.~.~

The sundew was standing proudly on Saul's desk, and it seemed as if she was staring at him.

I shrugged, letting him understand that in some ways he might have expected this to happen.

“I didn't say anything wrong,” he tried to defend himself, which probably only made the situation worse.

I sighed loudly, rolling my eyes in the process, “Saul, by this point you should know by now how important the no-spoiler rule is when it comes to Farah. The Winx girls showed her this series, and she was clearly drawn into the plot. You spoiled her fun for the next 15 episodes.”

The man felt bad, thinking that his chatter had spoiled the pleasure of watching some soap opera for his friend. It was evident on his face that he would like to apologize somehow and compensate for his mistake.

Meanwhile, I was walking towards the exit door with the intention of leaving the room.

“Wait a minute, where are you going?" Saul asked, clearly confused

“You brought her to this state, now it is your responsibility to provide her with food," I replied seriously, “You can also try to bribe her with music to change her form.”

I smiled broadly and as I left I added, “She has a taste for country recently, so... good luck, my dear!"

~.~.~.~

The Halloween party was an amazing experience. The students outdid themselves, preparing both decorations and original snacks. Loud, slightly spooky music was coming from the loudspeakers, which only intensified the atmosphere.

I reached for my glass of soda, which was a slightly weird green color. I decided that you only live once and at worst I might wake up in the morning in the form of an ogre.

I exchanged a word with a few people standing nearby and decided it was time to go back to my room.

On the way, I passed a few students who dressed for the occasion and used their skills to create beautiful makeup. I have barely recognized some of them. I decided that the next day I would ask Stella what makeup tools she used to look so convincing as a vampire.

I opened the door to my room and turned on the light. I headed towards the windowsill with a large pumpkin.

“I hope you were able to see anything out of the window. Forgive me for not taking you downstairs with me, but I was afraid someone would mistake you for a real pumpkin and start carving you,” I replied almost apologetically, because the very thought made me cringe.

I started to wash off my makeup, and when I was done, I looked at Farah with a big smile on my lips.

“I have good news for you. You have great timing with taking on new forms. Terra's cousin, Flora, returned to school. You probably remember her. She shared stories from her travels. She also told about a friend named Mirta. And I have more good news for you. There is a chance that you will regain your human form soon.”

I had the impression that the plant in front of me had taken more color. Just the thought of it as Farah's excitement made me smile to myself.

I put my hand on the pumpkin as if I wanted to stroke Farah's cheek, then added, “Luckily we're not part of some teen show. And you are definitely not played by a certain actress who currently has other professional commitments. So we'll see you again soon. But remember, no pressure. Take your time if you need it. I... We'll all wait as long as it takes for you.”

#fate: the winx saga #fate the winx saga #fate winx saga #ftws s2 #winx club #ftws #farah dowling #farah dowling x reader #farah dowling imagine #farah the fern #miss dowling #eve best #fate fanfic #imagine

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rynulle · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Original Female Master/Original Female Master, Victorian Era Makiri/Tohsaka Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Master(s) (Fate), Matou Zouken, Maxwell's Demon (Fate), Original Male Character(s), Guinevere (Fate) Additional Tags: Holy Grail War (Fate), Second Holy Grail War, Summoning Circles, psychosexual toxic lesbians, Medical Trauma, Bugs & Insects, Middle Aged Virgins, (kind of), Victorian Attitudes, zeniko is just a bitch who thinks shes better than everyone bc shes nobility/a mage, Emetophobia, someone throws up and its kind of described bc its not actually puke Summary:

The second Holy Grail War: one so notoriously disastrous it warranted the Church stepping in to prevent similar tragedy.

Zeniko Matou, a disgraced academic seeking to reverse the rot settling into the Makiri name, flees to Japan with her children to be with her role model grandfather who founded the ritual she'd suddenly been selected to take part in. Upon arrival in Fuyuki, she finds that Zouken had accepted an alliance on her behalf with the architect of the war herself: Tsuru Tohsaka.

Zeniko may be a Matou, but Tohsaka is a monster.

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This is kind of like the first episode of my hgw project! There's more to it than just these two, just saying

#PLEASE READ. IVE SLAVED OVER THIS SINCE FEBRUARY.#my fics #my ocs #fate #fate series #fate fic #fate fanfic

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simplytheevebest · 2 years

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Farah the Fern AU: It's Official ❤️ Masterlist Included

*off key kazoo*

Here we go! By popular demand I present to you the first chapter of the Farah the Fern AU.

Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who has commented and reblogged and liked my posts about this silly little idea, I'm glad it's bringing such joy in this trying time.

Shamelessly tagging everyone who's interacted with those posts: @somenamewithepineapple @thomasine00 @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @travelingtardis @thebloodpit @setsuna1415 @ferratic @veritaserum07 @captdorkybadass @eves-da-best @alexusonfire @muscatmusic18 @evebestt @faytalepsy @evermoreparadise @astrid-v @abearofverylittlebrain @radley21 @nerd-law @icecream-junkie @quicktypesomethingclever @fuelingobsessions

If I missed you and you wish to be tagged, let me know. If I tagged you and you don't want to be, also let me know. I will be posting chapters on Ao3 but I will also post them here and update this original post with links to the new ones. Almost all "chapters" will be unconnected unless I specify otherwise.

Enjoy!

Part One (you are here). Part Two. @icecream-junkie's excellent contribution. Part Three. Angsty Part Four. Part Five. @ghostsunderstoodmysoul's excellent Farah x Reader contribution. @belligerent-butterfly's Farah the Fern inspired Farah x Reader. @icecream-junkie's second excellent contribution. @arte-mis-t's Farah the Fern inspired Farah x Reader (chapter 2). @icecream-junkie's NSFW Silrah contribution. @astrid-v's amazing fanart.

Chapter One: A New Trick

The cactus, Saul can only assume, is not proving as effective or satisfactory for Farah to express her displeasure anymore. It’d been a short-lived parlor trick anyhow, since he’s learned to look her way before reaching blindly. She’d taken great enjoyment in that first time, when he’d felt for the delicate fronds of the fern, only to find his fingers instead pierced by the spines of a prickly pear, because he’d made a quip about her current state being much easier to manage than her hair.

All jokes aside, it’s an incredible feat of her restored magic that she’s able to change to whatever plant species she pleases, though she defaults to the fern that saved her life, or the “pleopeltis polypodioides,” as Ben had said, “a fascinating epiphytic fern native to climates of-”

And that’s when Saul had stopped listening. Farah’s a fern: that’s all he needs to know. Except now, she’s not just a fern. She’s whatever she wants to be, for whatever reason she chooses. He learns she’s spending too much time with Flora -dedicated to the task of restoring the headmistress to her corporeal form, bless her- because her plant swaps hold meaning now, a language Saul never bothered learning but now has to, so he knows why Farah had chosen to be a petunia for Luna’s latest visit. (Which according to the archaic volume he’d borrowed from the library, could be construed either as peace or resentment, depending on who the recipient is. Saul has no misgivings about which meaning Farah intended for the Solarian royal).

But Saul doesn’t have the time to cross-reference the subtext of every plant Farah chooses to be, which Farah knows all to well, having no choice but to sit on the edge of her own desk and watch him sort through reams and reams of the paperwork meant to be for her perusal. He’s ashamed to admit he’d had no idea she’d taken on such a taxing load of work on her own, though he’s also not surprised, and irritated mostly with himself for believing her when she’d insisted there was “nothing” for him to do as headmaster outside of training the specialists. Farah is evidently equally as unwilling to let him take on even a fraction of the workload, let alone all of it, in her absence, and she expresses her displeasure the best way she knows how, because Saul doesn’t need to look up any sort of secondary meaning to know she intends the cactus to act as visual proof of her disgruntlement.

But that’s all it is: visual. The plants she chooses to masquerade as are limited to the size of the original pot, so he isn’t contending with a forty pound cactus threatening to skewer his writing-hand for daring to do his job. The prickly pear is barely larger than his hand, an adorable manifestation of her ire like a yappy little dog imagining itself a rottweiler. Which he would never, ever say to her face, because on any other day of the week, she is the rottweiler, which he supposes might make him the yappy little dog. On second thought, maybe he’ll tuck that one away for a time when she’s upset with him. It’ll make her smile, even if he’s still destined for the dog house (ha).

But as a plant stuck in a pot, there’s only so much she can do. She can’t extend the spines of the cactus far enough to poke at him, so he’s in no danger of incurring her wrath any worse. She’ll hold onto guilt, but she won’t hold a grudge.

The ghost of a grin twitches at the corners of Saul’s mouth as he catches the change out of the corner of his eye, the frilly fronds of the fern shrinking into the smooth skin of the cactus, barbs prominent and angry. He mark his signature on an inventory sheet with more of a flourish than is obviously necessary, setting it aside with deliberate nonchalance. The cactus grows as large as Farah dares, barbs incapable of reaching him but not afraid of trying.

“Sorry,” Saul remarks cheerfully, “Don’t speak plant. I couldn’t tell you what you want, but I’ve got to get back to this paperwork.”

This time, the cactus shrinks, pityingly small and unassuming. Saul stacks the inventory sheets off to the side, tucked safely in a manila folder to be squirreled away between the rest of the filing cabinets’ neat rows in Farah’s outer office.

“Don’t pout,” he chides, “It’s your own fault really, you shouldn’t have been doing this all on your own anyway. We’re co-heads of school, I’m not your deputy. You can give me the work and I’ll do it.”

He gets no response, not even visual, so Saul considers the matter settled. He carries on with the paperwork without further interruption for at least another half an hour before he becomes consciously aware of the irritation in his nose, a tickling not placated by rubbing or sniffling that grows worse the longer he sits there. He’ll admit, he’s behind in his taking-over of Farah’s weekly clean of her office, but surely it can’t be that dusty? Not even the volumes on her tallest shelves had been caked with dust as he’d expected, their height a natural deterrent to a proper dusting. No, Farah is nothing if not thorough, in all areas of her life. He glances at her pot, out of habit more than anything, and visible starts, jolting back away from the desk and the insidious infernal plant Farah’s chosen to become.

“Oh that’s very mature,” he gripes, tone a mix of congestion and the roughness of a scratchy throat, allergies ravaging his senses as she knows they always do. Ragweed.

“Very mature,” he repeats, doing as she intended and abandoning the paperwork for when she’s done throwing a tantrum.

“I’ll be back when you can act like an adult,” he threatens. “And I’ll put Riven in charge of you, don’t think I won’t.”

He won’t. He’s bluffing, and they both know it.

Insufferable woman.

#farah the fern #eve best #fate the winx saga #ftws #fate winx saga #fate: the winx saga #farah dowling #saul silva #rob james collier #silrah #farah x saul #farah dowling x saul silva #fate fanfic #long post

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amchara · 1 year

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If you're still taking story prompts, could you pls cherry on top write Skloom + jealousy?

Hi Jo! My first official published Skloom fic... *hides several WIPs* Hope you enjoy! 😘

(also, there is some background Greysha but I didn't think you'd mind that)

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Sky’s day was going from bad to worse. First Andreas had noticed a slight speck of rust on his training sword and had assigned additional footwork practice, where Sky just about broke an ankle. Then, Riven had let Dane and Beatrix use the shower in their room and therefore all the hot water. And now this…

“Whoa, mate- go easy on that cup, I think you’ve just about killed it,” Grey teased, as he passed by Sky’s table in the dining hall. He looked over to where Bloom, Aisha and other fairies were crowded around the small table of Malacoy Academy visitors.

Sky ignored Grey’s soft ahh I see and tried to school his face. He knew he was being irrational, could feel the hot pricklings of shame and rage that seemed to increasingly creep up on him, threatening to overwhelm. “You okay?” Grey’s voice came from beside him, where he had pulled up a chair. He clicked his tongue in sympathy. “Only two more days, and then they’re gone until next year’s exchange.

“Yeah, whatever-” Sky said. He got up and strode away from the table, trying to burn the sight of Bloom sweeping her hair back from her face shyly, as she exchanged phones back with that fucking prince, out of his mind.

Sky stared at the whisky bottle in his room, kicking his feet angrily at the bed. He picked up his phone, spinning it around, trying to think of something- anything else.

There was a soft knock on his door, and Bloom popped her head in. “There you are!” she said, cheerfully. “We were wondering wher-ummph,” she gasped as Sky pounced.

There was a moment of stillness before Bloom recalibrated, and then- she was there with Sky.

Her hair was falling around his face, and her warm hands were in his hair, tightening their grip, as he lifted her, off the ground, supporting them both against the wall, as he attempted to kiss her senseless. She fit perfectly against him, he thought in a haze, as her hands slid down, and began exploring underneath his shirt.

“Wow, that was, wow,” Bloom said, when they finally emerged for air. “Happy to see you too.” She placed her hand on his cheek, turning it so that he could meet her, smile wide happiness and- face glowing with what he hoped was satisfaction.

“I- did you have a good afternoon?” he asked, suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious. “With the Malacoy exchange students.”

Bloom’s eyes narrowed suddenly in suspicion. “Sky.”

“Mmm, yeah, mine was busy,” He let go and cleared off a space on the bed, and laid back on it, hoping Bloom would join him.

Bloom climbed on top, perching in her usual spot, her chin hitting just below his collarbone. “Did this afternoon’s greetings have anything to do with the Malacoy boys?”

“I-” Sky hated to admit his jealousy but- this was Bloom. He had to be honest. “I just- that prince seemed so…” he trailed off, lamely. “I saw you exchange numbers.”

Bloom let out a small laugh. “Oh- you had nothing to worry about there.”

Sky shot her a confused look and she clarified. “Nabu wanted to give Aisha his number and he asked me to pass it on.”

Sky let out a small sigh of relief. “Oh- right.” He frowned. “Do I need to tell Grey he should be worried?”

“Nah, I think Aisha is pretty much a one-guy-at-a-time type of gal. Same as me.” Bloom giggled. She also muttered something about abs, which Sky ignored.

But even as she replied, she lifted her head, and the look directed towards him promised a heat, one unrelated to her fairy power. “But- not going to lie. I might kinda have a thing for jealous Sky.”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” he teased back.

She smiled smugly, and well- Sky couldn’t exactly leave her hanging, could he? He pulled her down, kissing all along her jawline, allowing himself the sweeping feeling of relief that she was his, and he was hers.

#fate fanfic #skloom #bloom peters #sky of eraklyon #ftws sky #ftws bloom #ftws grey #ftws aisha #greysha #fate the winx saga #my fanfic

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medusanova · 11 months

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Viridity

(n.) the quality or state of being green; greenness; verdancy

Unable to help herself, she looked back. He hadn't moved from the bench, but those lush viridian eyes still followed her every move. Like vines grounding themselves into earth. Fuck. Stella was right. She really did like the way he looked at her.

read on ao3

Fic & fanart dedicated to the wonderful @whenshesayshush for her birthday xx

#for the other half of my brain #inspired by our frustration of no existing photos of Freddie wearing glasses ANYWHERE #just pushing my riven wearing glasses agenda in the form of a birthday gift no big deal #riven x musa #ftws rivusa #rivusa #ftws musa #ftws riven #fate riven #glasses!Riven #fate: the winx saga #fate fanfic #rivusa fic #fate fanart #fate the winx saga #fanart #pen and ink #hand drawn

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jackattack20writes · 3 months

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rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it and/or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by @pomslices by virtue of scrolling past their one :) and jeez I probably have too many of these but eh what can you do. also cause of how I sort my wip folder some things are just like chapter 2 or something so I'm sticking the folder their in before their name.

Edit: just realised that sticking straight at the start implies Hetero when I actually mean not a crossover so yeah just wanted to clarify that

Death and Vampire - IR Buffy Chapter 2

Death and Vampire - Smut

Hentai Weekend - Day 3

IchiRuki Month 2023 - 10 things I hate but IchiRuki

Three Cheers - Helena

IchiRuki in 4D

Fate/Hero Academia - Chapter 12

Hunting logs - Hunting Logs 6

Wings Chibi - Halloween

Wings Chibi - 3

Wings Main Story - Wings 11

A Different Beginning - Chapter 3

Story 2 - Chapter 2

Merrical - fires in the night

Luke X Mara - Approval of the dark father

Straight Fate - Rusted Blades

Straight RWBY - Strawberry Shortcake

Edwin Thing

Halo

so yeah um anyone who wants to do it can do it too :)

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ukanomiyaki · 10 months

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Gilgamesh/Enkidu

“No matter how you look, you’re always the same inside,” Gilgamesh scoffs.

Enkidu studied him carefully under the bare, flickering flames. He means every word — because when he is with Enkidu, Gilgamesh always means every word.

But that doesn’t make sense, see.

After all, there is nothing inside Enkidu.

They are but clay, they are but a weapon. They do not have a soul, they are not sure if they even have a heart.

So, what’s inside of him?

Just rot? Just more dirt, sinking into nothing?

They smile all the same.

“If you say so, Gil,” they say.

They know there is nothing inside him, sure.

Still, they’ll let Gilgamesh see something there.

Even if none of it is true.

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theperfectrose · 4 months

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Happy HEX @sammie026! 🥰 Oh how the tables have turned 😅 I had so much fun doing this piece for you, especially because you were my HEX-Santa last year 🤗 I hope you like this little fluff, angst, smut Skloom ❤️

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ghostiewriter · 2 years

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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.

read here on ao3.

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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