#saul silva x female reader

[weasleywinchester]

Nothing Like This

Pt. 1 | Pt. 3

Saul Silva x OC (female Reader)

Helllooooo my friends. Sorry I've been MIA on a variety of fics, every time I think I will have week to write I get pulled into long/weird shifts at work (Merry Christmas to everyone who works retail!). Anyways I saw a few people liking the first chapter of this series and it got the juices flowin … plus I have most of it planned out, just needed to write it! I have yet to watch the new season mainly because I want to finish this first; so pardon anything that doesn't line up with season 2! I also saw I'm almost at 300 followers. Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: Cursing, typical high school body shaming (very brief)

Summary:

Your name is Phoenix Kin, a fire fairy that graduated from Alfea a lifetime ago (or so it feels). An opportunity for an amazing job gave you two options: to stay with the two people you loved most or to serve your people. Sky was ten when you left, a growing boy with no parents and so much strength and love. But he would always have you and Saul. Saul was a mentor for your combat training when you were at Alfea, which quickly turned into something more after he asked you to help him with Sky’s training.

Chapter Summary: Last year of school: easy peasy lemon squeezy. It'll be filled with parties, very little homework and a lot free time. Well, until you agree to not just one but two extra training sessions. Your best friend Diana might tease you endlessly about training with the undoubtedly handsome Saul Silva, but it may turn out to be one of your most precious relationships.

The loud slam of your classmate's back makes you flinch as you watch the opposing team win the match.

“Again!” Mr. Silva shouts. You all watch the match once more, the intensity higher than before but ending just the same. You glance at Mr. Silva, who's rubbing his forehead in disappointment. 

“Sit.” He points to where the rest of you are. “Specialists need to trust their fairy partners. And Fairies need to trust their specialist. If there is no trust, then there will be death. Or worse." He gives each of you a stern look before turning to the stage. "Everyone up, let’s go through drills once more.” 

Your group gets up and pairs off. You stand with your assigned specialist, Drake, while squaring off with another pair. 

“At least pretend you’re trying to trust me.” You comment.

“Maybe you could keep up if you trained more.” Drake looks you up and down, eyes lingering on your stomach.

“Me being fat does not impede my ability to use magic.” You snap back. He rolls his eyes and gets into his stance. Ever since you two were paired a couple of weeks ago he’s spent plenty of time commenting on other fairies beauty while implying that you looking like you currently do will somehow affect your magic. Which, it never has; his comments on the other hand sometimes get the best of you.

You go through drills again, easily over powering your opponent. As you push the other fairy out of the ring the other specialist manages to push past Drake and take your feet from under you. You slam into the mat, all the air escaping from your lungs. 

“Drake!” Mr. Silva walks to your area of the mat, towering above Drake who sits just outside the ring. 

“Yes sir.” Drake quickly stands.

“You didn’t protect your fairy.”

“Well, I-”

“Stop. You gave her a good in, fending off the opponent in a different direction. But you can’t leave her open. If anything you should be goin’ back to back with her, making sure she’s guarded until you take your last breath.” Mr. Silva commands. Drake simply nods, shooting you a glare. “I think that’s enough for today.” He adds, extending a hand to you. You put your hand in his and he easily pulls you to stand. He looks you over, you look unharmed but the way your eyes simmer makes him think that there's something more going on.

"Thank you Mr. Silva." You nod, giving him a week smile and trying to keep the tears from falling. He nods and slowly walks over to the next group.

“Man, I would watch that. If Silva keeps lecturing you, you’re in for a lot of runnin’.” The other specialist warns.

“Maybe if Phoenix had her head on straight.” Drake mumbles.

And that’s the last straw. You whip around, fire ablaze in each hand, letting the flames engulf Drake. 

“You know what Drake. I get that you think attraction is essential to a good partnership, but it’s not. You may have hand to hand combat skills, but I have the magic. I trust you to not use your skills against me, I would recommend you do the same.” You growl, your eyes ablaze like an inferno. He looks terrified enough that you extinguish the flames and stomp away.

Mr. Silva watches you, his feet glued to the stage. He's surprised that the boy is still standing, not a hair on his body singed. He wonders with that amount of power why your training has been going so poorly.

_______

“Have you noticed anything about a student named Phoenix Kin?” Saul asks. Farrah and Ben share a look, normally Saul seems to have most students figured out within the first few weeks of term.

“She’s a bright student. Never causes any trouble, does very well in my Botany classes.” Ben answers.

“Did something happen in training?” Farrah inquires. It's typically the only reason he would bring up a student: good or bad.

“Her partner seems to be refusing to trust her. I assume for childish reasons, but today she lashed out at him.”

“Was anyone hurt? I should have been informed.”

“Everyone was perfectly fine, not a single scorch mark on anything or anyone. It seemed like she did it to scare him straight.” Saul takes a large gulp of his coffee. “Perhaps she needs something more advanced. Her training hasn't been smooth, but maybe it's not entirely her fault.”

“We could try running her through the Burned Ones practice. If she can control her powers as well as you believe, she may be beyond the lessons she’s in.” Ben suggests.

“I’ll take a look at her schedule. If we could have her change groups without disturbing her other classes too much then it would be an ideal solution.” Farrah agrees.

“Burned One trial tomorrow then.” Saul confirms.

_______

“Good morning. Today we will be starting training with the Burned One dummies. I will need a fairy volunteer to run through the first cycle with me.” Mr. Silva paces in front of the group of students.

You look around, surprised that some of the fairies that have been receiving praise in every class haven’t volunteered.

“No brave soldiers, we certainly are doomed.” Mr. Silva gestures to the group, the corner of his mouth lifting just the slightest.

“I’ll give it a try.” You stand. Mr. Silva spins to face you, and you swear there’s a bit of glee in his eyes. Oh no, what I have done.

“Thank you Phoenix. Everyone is get into viewing places.” Mr. Silva claps and everyone runs to the designated safety areas.

“You seem to know how to channel your magic extremely well.” Mr. Silva gives you a look. “Now you’re going to have to control your emotions in order for any of your peers, and me, not to get hurt. When you’re fighting in the real world, you have to be vigilant of your surroundings.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You trust me to have your back?” He eyes you.

“Do you trust me to have yours?” You shoot back. He smiles at that and gestures for you to follow him. 

“I know you have never seen a burned one, real or fake. It’s ok to ask to start over.” He looks over at you, making sure you’re ok.

“Noted, but let’s show the class how it’s done.” You smile.

He shakes his head, grinning at your remark. Something about the glint in your eye tells him that you’ll be the most successful one of the day, and possibly of the batch. Every fiber of him is telling him that you are trustworthy, here and in a real battle. He signals to Ben that you both are ready. You slowly walk down a path lined with hedges, the only thing you can hear is the small breeze rustling the leaves.

And then you hear it. A hissing sound, like someone drowning in thick water. Saul resists the urge to push you behind him, he has to let you be in control. To his surprise you do that automatically, staying close enough that the two of you would easily be able to protect each other. 

And then you see it, it looks like a person who walked through fire and kept going. Saul takes the first swing, fending off its attacks. He manages to push it off and give you an opening to blast it to hell. In record time you’ve managed to help defeat the dummy.

“Most impressive Phoenix!” Ben jumps out from the hedge.

“Thanks. It was more challenging than I thought.” Your heart is racing, adrenaline pounding through every inch of you.

“Next team, get ready!” Saul shouts, gesturing for you to go through the hedge where Ben popped out from.

“Guess that confirms my suspicions.” Saul grumbles.

You raise your brows at him.

“I assumed you were more advanced than your partner. And also that your partner was being stupid. I’m sure Sky, who’s a baby, would be better than Drake.”

“He would!” You snort. You turn the corner and almost bowl over “Headmistress Dowling!” 

“Miss Kin. Seems the three of us need to have a discussion about your combat training.”

_______

“So I would be training with the advanced  group? Wouldn’t I be missing a lot of information? I don’t want to go from being ahead to being far behind.” You look between the two. ���I enjoy the training, but I’m not sure I’m exactly built for battle.”

“You’re one of the stronger fairies of your class. If you’re ok with about an hour of extra training for the rest of term, you’ll stay on track.” Mr. Silva smiles.

“And I would like you to train further on your magic, perhaps master the emotions that show through your face. You may think you're not built to be a soldier, but there are many roles that require you to know how to protect yourself, and others.” Ms. Dowling notes.

“Who would be my tutor?”

“Diana Frost. I believe that she was two years above you. She may be young but is an expert in using emotions as a combat tactic. I will let her know that you will be meeting her once a week.”

“No social life, awesome.” You murmur. It’s your last year at Alfea, it’s supposed to be the easiest one!

“The headmistress will make sure that the extra time is added credit. Maybe knock off a class or two.” Mr. Silva smiles at the headmistress. You’re stunned. Mr. Silva is not exactly known for bending the rules when it comes to extra training. 

“A reasonable request. But, that means I expect the same excellence as the other students you’ll be training with.” Ms. Dowling raises her eyebrows at you. 

“Of course.” You answer. She nods to the both of you and walks out of her office.

“It won’t be easy.” Mr. Silva states. He knows you can handle it, but if the drive isn't there then the results will be less than ideal.

“Easy isn’t the problem, staying balanced might be.” You knead your hands together. You are confident in your studies and now even more in your combat training, but this seems like a lot.

“I advise you to think about it. I know for a fact that the Queen is looking for a few new people to join her in a new art exploration program. If you take this extra training it’ll put you in a perfect position to apply.” He gently squeezes your shoulder, giving you a small smile and leaves you to your thoughts.

_______

“Wait, so you’re actually going to do it?” Diana frowns at you as she jogs backwards in front of you.

“Ya...why not? … Last year of school, less classes and a possible job. How could I not?” You huff as you try to keep up with her. Jogging is not my strong suit…

“That’s a lot of time with Mr. Strong, protective and handsome.” She raises an eyebrow, slowing her pace for you.

“Not what it’s about… Don't forget you'll be training me once a week too.” you take a deep breath in, which didn’t help in the slightest. Have your lungs always been too large for your rib cage? How could you not have noticed?

“Ok then what is it about?” She stops altogether. Something has been up with you for weeks now. She’s been trying to find out what, but you always brush the subject aside. 

“I’ve proved the idiots in our class wrong. I took down a Burned one, on the first try.” You sigh. “I know it was only a dummy...”

“Phee, you’re so talented in your art! You don’t want to be traipsing beyond the barrier to kill burned ones.”

“No, but what if I could go beyond the barrier to recover bits of the realm’s past? To rediscover things we thought lost! I need combat training for that!” 

“Ok! Ok.” Di puts her hands up in surrender. “I just wanted to make sure you’re doing this training for you, and not to prove stupid boys wrong. Or impress a very hot teacher!” 

You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around her. Thank the maker for good friends.

"How do you think Mr. Silva knew about the art thing?" She nods for you to walk with her.

"You didn't tell him?" You cock an eyebrow at her.

"No! And it's not like we teach together. He sticks to the specialists and I stick to the fairies."

You nod. That's true, different ends of the campus, different times of the day...

"Maybe he thinks you could be his prized student this year." She bumps her shoulder against yours.

"I highly doubt that. I would have had to start this extra training first year." There were far too many talented warriors, fairy and specialist alike, for you to even be considered.

"Mmm, I don't know. You'll graduate with specialized skills in combat, emotional control and art documentation. Not a very common combination." She sings as she begins a light jog. You groan and start after her.

“Why are you even jogging in the first place? You hate running!” Di she yells over her shoulder.

“Because you run.” You laugh, nearly running (pun intended) her over when she dead stops in front of you. You walk around to stand in front her, seeing she is very confused. “You're not a student anymore… so the only time I can talk to you without anyone listening is when you jog. Which is why it’s not a regular occurrence.”

“You're an absolute nutter." She laughs, engulfing you in a hug. "But seriously how are you going to focus on lessons when Saul Silva is sparring with you? Maybe he’ll take his shirt off…” you shake your head and start walking across the lawn back to your dorm.

_______

A few months later

The smack of your back echoes through the empty fighting fields. You lie on the floor a moment, the cloudy sky reflecting your mood back at you, grumpy because all this training feels pointless.

“Up!” Saul barks, walking over to get a sip of water. 

You clench your fists, willing yourself to not let your thoughts pour out of your mouth. So you lay there, looking at the fog roll past the tip of your nose. You love this weather, the way it blankets everything in soft light, the small bite of cold letting you wear a light sweater. All you need is a cup of hot drink and a good book; instead you're here, training.

“Phoenix, get up.” Saul demands again. 

You don’t move. He’s been ruthless for the last few weeks; multiple professors have snapped at you for napping in class because you’ve been running, sparring and training on the dummies every morning! Normally he only picks one, maybe two lessons to focus on.

“Phoenix, I’m not asking -“

“Mr. Silva…”

“Again. You’ve been reluctant all week-“

“Mr. Silva.” You finally sit up, putting your head in your hands.

“If you don’t get your act together-“

“SAUL! Get off my ass!” You hop to your feet, gathering your gear and your bags. This has been a morning routine as of late: a lecture like you’re five years old, and you’re fucking tired of it.

This isn’t the first time you two have had a spat, normally it’s just you taking everything as a criticism and Saul finally realizing a bit of praise goes a long way. But the way Saul is looking at you is different; like you flat out slapped him.

“Sorry for cursing.” You apologize, shoulders slumping. You don’t want to be dramatic, but sometimes the end goal seems so far out of reach. His face doesn’t change, it almost looks like he’s short circuiting. 

“What?” You ask, exasperated.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me by my first name.” He says, blinking slowly a few more times.

“Fuck.” 

“I mean, it’s fine. We've been training together for long enough. But, ugh, let’s call it for today.” He quickly spins on his heels, gathers his things and quickly runs in any direction that is opposite of you.

_______

“You’re awfully quiet.” Di points out.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, spit it out.” She snaps a little harsher than she meant to. She puts the kettle on, hoping a cup of tea might straighten you out. She looks over at you, your gaze has returned to space, eyes simmering dark copper.

“What happened today?” She asks, her voice soothing.

“I called Mr. Silva by his first name.” You sigh. 

“You call me by my first name.” She laughs, pouring two cups of tea.

“He just… he looked shocked. It was instantly awkward and he bolted as fast as he could. I wasn’t expecting his reaction to be that.”

“You have been working very closely.” She offers and not in her usual teasing way. You hum in agreement as she hands you a cup of tea. “Maybe you feel closer than a standard student teacher relationship? You and I have that, so maybe you feel like you and he should have that too?”

“Sometimes it feels like we’re friends. We talk about our day, how classes are going, or even what our plans for term breaks are.” You've become close to Saul, he’s a pillar in your life; tall, strong and unmoving.

“Or maybe it’s more like colleagues.” You frown. You have progressed far enough that it feels like you're on somewhat equal footing with him. You're lessons have become more collaborative; improving fighting techniques and coming up with new ones.

“Do you think he could possibly also be confused about this? To my knowledge he’s never tried to prepare someone so completely for the outside world.” She watches you intently. She can see the thoughts working around in your head, simply because she’s been in your head with the training; but your eyes stay at a simmer, the gentle sparkle no longer giving away your emotions.

“He’s not confused.” You shake your head. “Mr. Silva wouldn’t be about a student.

_______

“You’re confused my friend.” Ben chuckles as he hands Saul a drink. "And that's quite alright."

“She’s a student.” Saul sighs, downing his drink in one gulp.

“She can also be your friend. There’s not too many years between you two. Plus what does age have to do with anything?” He watches as Saul lays down on the couch, his dark grey eyes searching for answers in the rafters.

“She’ll be leaving in a few months.” He whispers. He thought you two would train, become a strong team, and you would go off on your path. But you’ve grown close; he keeps his circle very small, his closest friends were the ones he walked into battle with. But you, you are different. He doesn’t have the bond of the battlefield with you. You’re truly the only friend he’s made on a shared interest in movies, art and food. You could simply sit next to him all day, never say a word and he’d be content with your company.

“Just because she’s no longer at Alfea doesn’t mean you two can’t keep in contact.” Ben frowns at his forlorn friend.

“But isn’t that weird? For a grown man to talk to a teen?”

“But you’re not just a random man, and she’s not just a random teen. You both have been training hard together. You’ve become a team, much like the lot of us were.” Ben takes a seat on the floor by Saul’s face, tipping a little more alcohol into his glass. “And that’s quite beautiful.”

_______

A fog has settled low on the grounds today, shrouding the surprises that await the eager graduates. Saul had told you far before the term ended that you didn’t need to keep up the lessons, you were succeeding brilliantly as it was.

“Perhaps, but it is our routine. We won’t get to practice like this again; it’ll be something that I’ll miss.” You confessed. 

“Then let’s begin.” He smiles and goes through your training like any other day. You’re brilliant, your eyes glowing and dimming to keep him on his toes as you tell him about the graduation prep. When the lesson comes to end you both slowly pack your bags and stand facing each other. His feet are glued to the spot. The moment he steps away it signals the end. The end of seeing you everyday, the end of your partnership. And he didn’t want that. And you must have felt the same because you told him to find you the morning of graduation.

So here he is, watching you as you sit in the only spot of sun on the hill that overlooks the school.

“We know each other too well if I can guess where you wanted to meet without tellin’ me.” He shouts.

“Guess that’s what a year of nonstop training does.” You turn to throw a smile his way. He jogs over to you, taking a seat in the grass. He watches as the fog ebbs and flows through the valley, the towers of Alfea poking out every once in a while.

“We both know I’m not one for mush, but I did get you something.” He says quietly.

“Is it a set of knives? Or maybe a staff with blades on the end?” You clap your hands together, keeping them in a praying motion.

“You’re still a student, can’t give you weapons yet.” He chuckles, bringing out a small blue bag. He gently takes your hand, tipping the bag’s contents into your palm. It’s a small silver ring, but instead of a stone it’s a coin.

“It reminded me of one of the lost paintings you described.”

“Of Galandra, one of the most powerful fire fairies.” You mumble as you turn the ring over in your hand.

“Maybe you'll find the painting in your travels.” He says softly. 

You’re trying your best to keep your emotions in check, but this time you let yourself feel it all.

“Thanks.” You croak, wiping a tear. “Mine’s not nearly as beautiful.” You chuckle amidst a sob that managed to crawl out of your throat. You hand him a small brown box, tied with a little white string.

He gently unties the string, lifting the lid to find a small fire stone not much bigger than a penny.

“To keep you warm, even through the darkest of days.” You explain.

“You made this?” He whispers in awe, running his hand over the smooth surface. He’s heard of these stones, each one is said to have the smallest amount of magic inside but only who it’s intended for can call upon that power.

“Ya. Might not be as strong as the ones of old, but I hope it can help you when you need it.”

“It's beautiful, Phoenix.” He closes his fist tightly around it, the warmth coming from deep in his bones.

"I hope we can stay friends Saul." You whisper to him. "Nothing like this," you gesture between you and him, "Has happened to me before. I never knew how much I could learn from one person."

He looks up, your smile gentle and warm like your eyes.

"Neither have I." He smiles back at you. He can feel the lump in his throat getting bigger so he swallows hard and gently bumps against your shoulder. "And you'll have to come back at least twice a year to keep up your training Miss Kin."

"Sounds like a plan Mr. Silva."

#saul silva x reader #saul silva #saul silva x female reader #fate the winx saga #winx club #winx sky

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x reader - my family

Hello 🤎 saul silva x reader with their first baby daughter.. what kind of dad he is?? - Anon💜

Saul had been arrested on the same day you went into labour, they allowed him to go to the hospital with you, and be with you.

When she was born you smiled softly up at him, and he looked at the baby in your arms.

“Little baby Poppy…” you whispered.

You glanced up at him to see tears falling down his face, and you turned to the female soldiers who had just entered the room.

“Let him hold her… please…”

“For a few minutes.” One said softly.

They unlocked his cuffs, and immediately he reached out, picking up the little girl, and he looked at her, smiling softly as he sat down with you.

“Oh she’s so small…” he whispered.

You smiled, taking a photo of them both, and you set your phone down.

Saul leant down, gently kissing the baby’s head.

“We have to go..”

Saul looked up at the soldiers.

“Give me a minute.. please…”

They nodded and backed away, and he stood up, walking around with the little girl in his arms, just watching her as she slept.

Finally he walked back over, handing you Poppy back, he sat down next to you and reached out, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be back I promise…”

“I know you will sweetheart..”

Saul leant forward, softly kissing you, then he kissed your head and kissed Poppy’s head as well and he stood up.

The soldiers apologised to you and took him away.

And it was hard learning how to care for a newborn alone, but you got the hang on it, and being away from the drama at Alfea really helped.

You and Saul both had your own houses, and you flicked between them, but since his was already set up for him and Sky, you both thought it would be easier to raise Poppy in yours, since you had more room.

And it was a lot easier.

Poppy was a few months old now, and you had to admit to yourself she really did look a lot like Saul. She had his bright blue eyes, and you were sure when she grew she was going to be a spitting image of him.

Laying on your stomach, you smiled at Poppy as she laid on her back, giggling as she slapped the toys.

“You’re so easily entertained.” You laughed.

Sitting up, you smiled down at her.

“Would you like some lunch little lady?”

You stood up, heading to the sofa you grabbed the vest and put it on, then you walked over and swept her from the ground making her giggle louder.

You set her into the little harness and walked to the kitchen to start putting together a bottle.

Hearing a knock on your door, you stopped what you were doing and held out your finger for her to grab.

“A little detour first.” You smiled.

Kissing her head, you made your way to the front door to see it was already open.

Standing in front of you was your husband, messy hair, beard, slightly bruised.

“Saul…”

Tears ran down your face and he rushed over to hug you and you quickly pushed him away.

He looked hurt until he saw you pointing to the baby in the vest.

“Sorry. Sorry.”

He walked over and hugged you gently, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his tears soaking your skin.

You held him tightly and you both just stood there for a few minutes before you heard Poppy babbling to herself.

Saul pulled away and you smiled a little.

“It’s lunch time, you wanna feed her?”

“I.. I don’t know if I can…”

You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, gently tugging at his beard.

“You shower and shave this because trust me once she has something she’s not letting go, I’ll get her bottle ready.”

You gently kissed him and you both went your separate ways.

When he came back you were still in the kitchen so he walked in and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

Poppy stared up at him, making grabby hands and he smiled, reaching up a finger she grabbed it tightly.

He chuckled a little.

“She really does have a grip and a half.”

“You’ve got no idea.”

You set the finished bottle aside and turned around.

Saul reached down and pulled Poppy up, holding her in his hands, cradling her against his chest.

The whole day Saul spent with Poppy, holding her or playing with her and you left him too it, using the time to do some chores.

When the evening came, he was the one to get her to sleep and set her down, and he walked into the bedroom, immediately laying next to you.

He rested his head on your shoulder, and you wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair.

Saul leant up, gently kissing your jaw and you smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

“She’s so big now…” he whispered.

“She takes after you.” You smiled.

“I’m so sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologise it wasn’t your fault Saul, you know that.”

“I left you alone.”

“And it wasn’t your fault. Plus you’re a natural, Poppy loves you.”

He smiled a little and you smiled back.

Saul was the one who woke up with her at nights so you could sleep, he fed her, and wherever he went she had to go with him.

And you were completely fine with that, because you knew they both needed that.

You just loved watching Saul go around about the house, Poppy on his hip or cradled in his arms it was perfect.

Saul was a natural father, he knew exactly what to do and when, and he did everything so you could have some time to relax.

Though sometimes you would walk past and swipe your daughter from him, and he would just follow behind you like a shadow.

Today, he went to get some shopping and when he came back home he found you fast asleep on the bed, Poppy sleeping on your chest and he smiled.

Taking his shoes off he laid next to you on his side, arm wrapped over you, hand on his daughters head and he smiled to himself.

This was what he wanted.

All he ever thought about while he was in that cell, and it was even better than he could ever imagine

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[farahtissaiamyloves]

Follow your heart

Farah Dowling x female reader

1.389 words. Enjoy.

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You walked through the school grounds.

It was so lonely.

Everyone was in bed while you were patrolling around the school making sure that no student was out of bed.

You didn't have to do that and yet here you were; doing exactly that.

You weren't chosen like the rest of the stuff.

You never had an interview with Farah or Saul for your teaching experience and capabilities.

You had never gone through a duel with Headmaster Silva ( because you were a specialist, fairies were going through some control tests or whatever with either Ben or Farah ).

The Queen had appointed you as a professor at Alfea.

And neither Farah nor Saul could go against Luna's wishes.

You were the best choice for her.

Queen Luna was in need of strong and professional specialists, you had been one - if not the - best specialist in Headmistress' Rosalind's era.

Such a powerful era for the specialists.

You were also an aristocrat with blood status and bank accounts matching the Queen's herself.

The night breeze rolled down the corridors, probably from an opened window making you slightly freeze.

You cursed as you weren't wearing your very warm and comfortable suit to protect you not only from your enemies but also from the annoying cold weather.

It was raining. You could tell. 

Oh god, you loved staying in your quarters with a warm blanket and some hot chocolate watching the rain through the window.

You finally located the window and hurried to close it. Afterward, you stayed there, looking out, at the night sky, imagining the stars.

Every star seemed to be so close with the other one, but they could have a distance beyond every human's imagination.

That's how you currently felt.

Close to your old classmates and whole miles apart.

You were never particularly fond of them.

Maybe a tiny Ben, he had always been so polite with you.

Or Farah, even if you had had countless fights in the past, she seemed less willing to challenge you or mock you as she had been doing.

You weren't blaming her, though. You would have done the same.

Farah for the fairies was the exact thing you were for the specialists.

Jealous because you were a more powerful specialist than her own, afraid that she was to loose Rosalind's favor to you, she felt the need to prove herself by belittling you.

Saul and Andreas weren't helping at all. Saul never stopping telling Farah about you and how he was annoyed by your very existence or Andreas telling them both that he was far richer ( untrue ) and better in everything than you.

You had been so drawn to the past that you missed the sound of heels against the floor.

" Y/N. Shouldn't you be sleeping ? " A woman's voice stopped your roaming thoughts.

You froze. Was she into your mind again ?

You turned to her. Farah had her head titled on a side in question. Her eyes weren't shining.

" Shouldn't you be sleeping ? " You retorted crossing your hands in front of your chest.

Farah shook her head. " I had work. " 

" So did I. " You played the same excuse with her to show her that she was being ridiculous.

The fairy raised an eyebrow. " I am the Headmistress of Alfea. It's natural for me to work until midnight... unlike you... "

You raised an eyebrow as well. Two could play the game. " And I'm something far greater than just a tiny member of your faculty. I have work outside the classroom too. "

Farah sighed, a hand going through her hair as a sign of frustration. " That's not a game, Y/N. "

Your eyes widened. " So, you are IN my mind. I KNEW IT. "

Farah sighed again. " I'm not. Some of your thoughts are just too loud to be ignored. "

You fake-pouted. " My bad, I thought that the oh-so-great Headmistress of Alfea had better control over her powers. Sorry Fa, never gonna happen again. "

And that's when you were shoved against the window. Farah's eyes burning; not with magic but something darker, primitive, sinful.

Desire.

Desire masked by evident anger.

You gulped. You knew where this was to lead.

" Stop it. " Came Farah's only words.

Pretending to be confused, even though you knew damn well to what she was referring, you couldn't help but ask. " Stop what ? "

" Your thoughts. " The woman clarified.

You frowned. " Nobody can stop thinking, Fa. Thought you already knew it. Mind is your domain, is it not ? "

An other shove. " Stop. Playing. Those. Stupid. Bratty. Games with me. If you want to think dirty, then do it without me. "

You swallowed hard.

She knew.

God, she knew.

But being the specialist you were, also the aristocrat- with extreme political lessons - you knew what to do to get yourself out of almost every situation.

This one included.

Distraction had always been the best way to defeat Farah Dowling at everything. You just had to change the subject.

" Me ? You are the only who hates me. You and Saul. I didn't do anything to you, really. Just lived my life trying to be happy but there was always a Farah Dowling judging and criticizing everything about me. " So the rambling started and you soon lost control of yourself.

You told her everything, from how much you thought she hated you to that time she once implied something about you that hurt you deeply. Everything kept pouring out of you and you failed to notice that Farah had taken a step back.

The topic had left your dirty fantasies with your teenage crush and was her hatred toward you.

You took a deep breath when you finished your monologue and realized that you had been crying for God knows how long.

Your eyes fell to Farah.

Wait.

Was she crying too ?

" I... I had no... I didn't want to... " Farah stuttered. It was one of the only times the headmistress of Alfea was speechless.

" My point is. If you hate me so much, you can simply inform Luna and she will replace me in no time. " You told her. 

Farah closed her eyes for a second and then reopened them. " I don't hate you... Saul does. He thinks you came here to steal his glory or something. "

You rolled your eyes at that. " Then... Why all this distance and coldness ? " You inquired.

Farah's eyes narrowed. " Saul's my best friend, Y/N. I can't betray him by giving into your fantasies. "

Your eyes widened. " Wait a sec. Did you just admit that you want me but don't make a move due to Saul ? "

Farah gave you a sad smile. " Maybe. Have a nice night, Y/N. And try to get some sleep. "

Then, she turned to leave.

" Wait, Farah ! " You wrapped your hands around her left arm to stop her from walking away.

The fairy stared down at you expecting you to tell her why you stopped her.

" A little piece of advice. Nothing much, really. Just... you always care about everyone and that's cute, one of my favorite things about you, but... friends, true friends make sacrifices for their friend's happiness. If Saul truly cared about your happiness, about you, he would have supported you and encouraged you to follow your heart. Nobody likes everybody, I get that. But I like you, you like me and we deserve a chance. " You squeezed her hand.

" Nobody can tell you what to do with your own life, they can advise, yes but it's up to you who do you want to sleep with, marry or even have a family with, not Saul's. You are an independent woman and can decide what's best for yourself. " You continued sharing your never ending wisdom with Farah.

Farah who was shocked realizing that you were more than right.

" True friends support and stand next to each other no matter what. If Saul doesn't do that, then he is no real friend, you deserve better. You know, Fa, that's how you can tell the difference between true friendship, fake friendship and manipulation. " You finished your perfect speech with a wink.

Before Farah can reply, you placed a gentle kiss on her arm and vanished in the dark corridor.

She already liked you, but after that one... Farah ignored Saul's disappointment and did what you advised her to.

She followed her heart.

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[librarianandguardian]

Just a feeling- Saul Silva x Female!Reader

Pairing : Saul Silva x Female!Reader

Word Count : ~2300

Warnings : Fluff, brief mention of drug use and burns

Music : Un homme - Jérémy Frerot

Author’s note : Getting pretty stressed because of a huge project at school, so I wrote this to blow off some steam ! I also wanted to say that I do not agree with the way some characters are written and treated in this show. I hope I did not perpetuate these errors, and that I got Silva’s personality a bit right at least. Feedback is appreciated, may it be on the story telling or even the grammar. English isn’t my first language. Flahs-backs in italics. Enjoy ! :D

GIF ‘s not mine, and I can’t find the creator.

French First World songs resonate in the Great Hall, she is dancing. Wild and free. Her loosened hairs fly through the wind. She has traded her Specialist armour for a long flowing dress. Her feet are hammering the ground in rhythm. The crowd carries her all over the dancefloor; she twirls and claps her hands following the music.

From an ignored fairy bloodline, her parents considered her a Specialist Legacy. When her mind fairies powers woke up, everything went wrong ; she was always an overwhelmed child. No one could help her everytime she lost control. Nothing but medication: earrings to contain, and pills to attenuate. It wasn't bad. She lived like that her entire life.

Silva is sitting on a plastic chair, leaning on the table by his side, his gaze lingering. She is an exceptional fighter; dance must be a piece of cake and fun judging from her large smile. To be fair, he barely remembered her from their time at Alfea. Farah told him she was three years younger than him and seemed to have a few memories.

« (Y/N) travelled a lot to the First World prior to college. Her parents were emissaries and brought back souvenirs. Rumours said that her room resembled a cave of wonders.

-Ever went there ?»

His friend chuckled.

« Once. It was full of trinkets, books, movies, postal cards too. Ben caught interest in it, especially the giant botanic encyclopaedia throning on her bookshelf. We both agreed after a while that she might be the ray of sunshine of her Specialist promotion. But I guess she was discreet, if you've never heard of her.»

It took some memory searching, but he indeed remembered one thing. A conversation between a bunch of 1st years talking about a secret party displaying famous First World movies. A few hours later, on the training field, (Y/N) battled fiercely. It caught the attention of many students, who gathered around the platform. Curiosity taking the best of him, he had followed the crowd.

« What's that First World song that I love to describe you with ?

-By the light Clairo, is it really necessary ? »

Her opponent mocked her. She rolled her eyes, wielding her sword before choosing her fight stance.

« You son of... Maneater from Nelly Furtado. Now let's fight please.

-Alright doll, eat me up. »

(Y/N) huffed in annoyance. Clairo was a good fighter, but a little bit too flirty. He launched himself at her. The young woman stayed incredibly calm. Dodging to the right, she left him to stumble before hitting his back with the wooden weapon. He fell to the ground with a grunt. A shy smile spread on her features.

Now that he thinks about it, her earring had intrigued him : an ear chain hanging from the top of the cartilage of her ear to her lobe. Each end was composed of a lavendish round lilac crystal. When she lost control recently, those crystals lit up with a blinding light and burned her skin.

« I change the earring every five year. Every year If any several big crises occurred.

-What about your burns ? How did they clean them up ? »

Her left hand ghosted over her intact lobe, while Harvey healed the bruised flesh. Her eyes stared at the floor of the greenhouse. Saul was holding her other hand.

« They... I stuffed myself with pills. Sometimes enough to sleep through an entire day. Within the Solarian force, it was the only way for them to treat me. None of their mind fairies could calm me down. I don't think you realize how much this, she lifted her intertwined hand, helps.»

The soldier chuckles at the memory. His eyes examined his fingers, remembering how she locked hers, as she found an anchor in his mind.

« My best guess ? Your training forged your head to have a certain mindset in crisis.

-Loads of Solarian troupers could have given you that.

-Yeah. I can't really explain it, she laughed shyly, maybe because you're a teacher, that two of your long time friends are fairies or just because you're good with people.»

Their gazes crossed. The air thickened. Truth to be told, (Y/N) was so lost upon why he managed to calm her down. Farah tried to guide her, but even then, nothing positive came out. Her youth as a student at Alfea only consisted in shared side glances with him in hallways. She sure as hell found the man attractive, but she had other stuff to think about.

A loud giggle snaps him back to reality. (Y/N) falls on his laps while trying to take off her high heels. Her eyes are opened wide and a little glassy. She's definitely drunk.

« Oh by the light, I'm sorry Silva. Aimed at the table ! »

The atmosphere becomes lighter. He catches her when she nearly trips off by trying to get up, one of his arms snaking around to help. Steadying herself on his laps, she catches her breath slowly, though some giggles erupt as she looks around.

« How can you still dance, uh ?»

With a guilty smile, she leans slightly against the table.

« Alcohol ! It's the only thing keeping me up, baby !»

Instant regret shoots through her veins. Some red creeps up on her cheeks, as her hands cover her mouth. The soldier chuckles, enamoured by her adorableness. One thing that strucked him when they met was her lightness. Out of all the solarian troupers out there, or even all the specialists he ever crossed paths with, she was one of the few who stayed so bright and playful. Subconsciously, his fingers dig slightly in her hips.

« It's alright, (Y/L/N).»

She giggles a bit, but thanks him. Farah watches from a far, joined by Ben. (Y/N)(Y/L/N) has been teaching at Alfea for a year now. The entire school seemed to have transformed into a much more joyous place : students got along better, the shyest opened a tad and the roughest softened. Ben's daughter Terra found a supporter of her personal projects and a confidant. Ben himself benefited from her return. Mostly in books and knowledge but that meant already so much to him. Farah gained a daughter ; (Y/N)'s powers were a mess for her advanced age, helping felt natural. But what she loved the most was how confused Saul got with the new Specialist. Their bond strengthened with time, however the first few days rocked the Headmaster all over the place.

«(Y/L/N), what did you do to our office ? Did you... Are these books classified by alphabetic order and colour ?! »

His colleague shrugged, trying to see if he was mad or just surprised. It happened a few days after her arrival. Their shared office went under few renovations.

« (Y/L/N), why dancing classes ? »

She shot up, put her hands on his desk and took twenty minutes to explain how it would make their movements more flexible, strengthen teamwork and be a tool for future mission on the job. Astonished could not describe Silva's feeling.

An admirable change that proved beneficial to the students. These two grew very fond of each other. A lot more than they thought. Words in the hallways started to spread about their growing fondness.

« Okay, I got a question for you, soldier boy.»

Saul tilted his head to the side.

« Are you having fun ?

-Of course I am.»

(Y/N) looks disappointed. Turning around, she pours some water in her cup and chugs it down.

« Really ? 'Cause the only thing I've seen you do is sit in a corner all night. »

He lowers his head, searching for the right words. How does he say that he just loves watching her run around the dancefloor ? How she bounds with students but also keeps their respect ? The fact that she's so organised that she could plan a First World themed party and keep her teacher skills to their best ? The shortest way for that would be admitting his feelings. He zones out long enough for her to talk again.

« It's okay. »

His eyes lock with hers. How did she sober up so quickly ?

« I know you have a reputation as a serious and frowny teacher to keep. And this is a graduation party, so. »

Never mind, she did not. The woman gets up, only to kneel under the tablecloth. He panics briefly.

« (Y/N), what on Earth are you doing ?»

She mumbles before appearing back outside. Her hands are holding a package. Another bright smile shines on her face. Silva knows what's coming, and he has mixed feelings about it; between fear, excitement and confusion.

« Happy Birthday Saul. »

His heart nearly stops. Few people know about his birthday, she is now a part of them. He frankly does not mind, even wished for it for a while now. His hands gently take the package to open it. Before his eyes lies a hard covered sketchbook and a wooden box full of high-quality pencils. The cover has a crow flying in a pearly sky with a red sun. The box is made of ebony and his name carved in silver. She knows an another of his secret. He tears up. The woman worries when he starts to sniffle. Much to her surprise, the soldier puts the gifts on the table before hugging her with all his might. Thank God the students are dancing or already out of the hall to smoke. (Y/N) answers his embrace, reassured.

« Thank you so much dear. »

It's her turn to have glossy eyes. She buries her face in his shoulder. This man is constantly under pressure and she has always wondered what he does during his free time : Does he train more ? He probably reads, right ? The answer came on a regular afternoon.

Silva knocked on her quarters' door. He heard shuffling before (Y/N) opened. She was wearing a bathrobe and a towel around her hair.

« Hi Saul ! Sorry hum. I woke up late and did not expect you so soon so, hum. »

The woman looked around, making her towel fall. Picking it up, she invited him in. He indulged, though a bit surprised.

« I'll be back in a jiffy, you know, putting some clothes on and all. Okay.»

She disappeared in her bathroom, leaving him to explore her room. Many watercolour paintings covered the walls, some abstract and others from the Realms of the Otherworld. However, a few landscapes felt unknown to him. On her desk lied sketches with a horde of different pencils. He discovered portraits of Farah, Ben, Terra, Sky, Riven and finally him. The lines were thin, some shadows sharp for the warriors and smoother for the fairies. A hint of jealousy took over him, quickly brushed away by shyness. The fact that she took the time to draw him was flattering. His fingers grazed over the pencils, wondering if he had time to prepare a little surprise. He puts down the file he came to discuss. A few minutes later, (Y/N) came out, dressed but her hair still wet on the edges. Silva was leaning against her desk, file in hand, a small smile on his features. She mirrored it before asking about the important matter at hand. Twenty minutes later, he left. Her eye caught a change in her drawing material : the portrait of Farah and Ben switched positions. She shuffled them, making sure everything was here, only to find an unknown piece. A cute fox was smiling, a little bubble under him stating :

« Nice Work (Y/L/N). Nice pencils too. Wish I had your talent.»

That last sentence made her wonder if he indeed had an artistic side. Needless to say that his quarters gave her answer. Same reason as his when he came, she knocked on his door one night. Though he did not fully invite her in, her eyes caught glimpses of nice sketches lying on a table, some rudimental equipment next to it.

They stay like this for a few seconds. The headmistress and Professor Harvey look at each other. No words, no need. Terra is chatting with a second year in a corner, bur her eyes catch them. She smiles, looking away shyly, but happy Sky sees the scene too, thanks to Riven who taps on his shoulder. They can't help the smile growing on their faces. Sky's father figure finding support is definitely going to be one of the highlights of their first year. (Y/N) and Saul part. One of her hands pats his arm.

« Wanna dance ? »

He closes his eyes, sighing. There is no lack of desire but the fear of what the students will say.

« I wish but... I don't know.

-I get it. But one day, you will ! That's a promise. »

With one last smile, she strolls back to the dancefloor, leaving him sheepish. He takes the sketchbook and a pencil. He might not dance tonight, but he'll make up to it.

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[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

Silva Lining (Saul Silva x reader) chapter 19

Warnings: swearing?

Word count: 1.4k

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You had just enough time to grab your stuff and run before the camp was overturned by the Solarian guards and an angry Andreas looking for revenge. The ‘dark guards’ as they had called themselves opened fire on the enemy as you and your friends made a run for it in the direction they had pointed. Black cloaks billowed behind you as the dark guards followed behind. Soon enough you’d run into an open field, in the middle, a plane. Not an ordinary plane you and Bloom knew from earth, no, this was more like what you’d call a Quinjet, you know, the thing they use in avengers. Apart from the armour glistened black, so dark you could see your own reflection. The female Dark Guard clicked something on a device that was concealed by their cloak, the hatch at the back of the hovercraft opened and your friends made a b-line for safety. The shouting from the Solarian Guards got closer, the two Dark Guards struggling to hold off the hoard that had amassed at the edge of the forrest line.

With the amount of fire power the Solarians had, you knew the plane wouldn’t be able to leave the ground without taking any damage. You turned, abandoning the safety of the aircraft. You were pissed off, cold, you head hurt and all you wanted was the man you loved and these assholes were the ones getting in your way. With all the emotions now swirling inside like a bottled hurricane, you threw your arms out to the sides. It was if everyone stopped. The guards on both sides looked up in amazement as black tendrils floated from your fingers, creating a wall high and wide, as wide as a football field, separating you and the enemy.

“Get on the thing and get it started!.” You threw your head in the direction of the spaceship looking thing and the Guards listened, running to start your way to Saul. The Solarian guards were trying all they could to penetrate your magic but it was no use, you were too strong and determined for them.

The sleek, black machine roared to life, your friends were standing at the open door shouting at you to hurry. You knew without focusing on the shield it would only last a couple more seconds suspended in the air before the enemy could break through, it was now or never. With a swoosh of your arms you turned and ran toward the open door, the black, dense wall of fog dropping rapidly behind you. The sound of bullets could be heard whizzing through the air, arrows too. The spacecraft was hovering in the air, Sky was leaning down waiting for your outstretched hand when another arrow flew past, grazing your arm and embedding itself into the body of the plane.

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Sky managed to pull you up just in the nick of time. Your arm had a deep cut, the arrow slicing through your skin like a hot knife through butter. You’d think with all these fairies around they would be able to heal your bleeding wound in a flash but no, the only one capable of it would be Mr Harvey and he didn’t have any of his herbs or potions. Terra had some, but not the ones he needed, she did give you something to take the pain away which worked almost instantly.

“So where is it you’re taking us exactly.” Sky hadn’t left your side since you boarded the plane, his protective side in full force, you were sure he didn’t trust the people who had rescued you, but why should you, you didn’t know them.

“We’re going to the castle, where the Princess will meet her father and loyal subjects, you will also get to meet the students at the Witch academy. They’ve heard all about you and are eager to make your acquaintance.” You looked at Sky and mouthed ‘Witch academy?’ to which he shrugged, your mother and Harvey on the other hand seemed to know what they were talking about.

“Once Fairies and Witches practised magic together, but then the blood witches spoilt the name and they had to go into hiding. Bringing together the two races again was a plan that we at Alfea had been discussing seriously, hoping in time to bring the realms back to how they once were. I didn’t know it was your father who housed the school.” Your mum sat and pondered in silence. Well, if it wasn’t one thing after another…. you still had a lot to learn about this life.

It seemed like you had been travelling for hours, at one point you were sure you fell asleep, only waking when Sky changed the dressing on your bleeding arm. It was light outside, but the sky wasn’t its normal blue hue, instead the sky here was more purple and pink, something you’d never experienced in your lifetime.

“Were in Imperium.” Stella gasped as she looked outside with you, taking in the hue of the sky as well as the multi coloured landscape below. The others all rushed to the windows in excitement.

“I didn’t think it was real, the only thing I know about it is what i’ve heard in stories.” Terra turned to you smiling.

“So what’s so special about this place exactly?” They gave you a blank look. After a good 30 minutes of story time, you found out that Imperium was thought by some to be a myth, legend, only those important enough knowing the location of the realm. Imperium was home to some of the rarest of creatures in the whole of the magical world, it’s thought to have been the first realm created by the elusive Great Dragon, the very creature that gifted you with your immense power, the dragon soul.

It wasn’t long after you took in the scenery below that things really started to come into view. The air craft came to a slow landing, the two Dark Guards touching all sorts of holographic screens to power down the vessel that brought you to safety. Looking out of the window again, you noticed a crowd had formed.

“Stay close, don’t trust anyone.” Sky whispered to you and the others low enough that the Guards didn’t hear. You all stood, ready to disembark, your arm you held against your chest firmly, wincing when it jostled. As soon as the hatch door came down, you were bombarded by people. They were looking you over, equipment was at the ready to heal your arm and you were nothing but confused.

“We sent word that the princess would be needing immediate medical attention.” The Dark Guards stood by you watching as the healers made a fuss. Your friends and mother stood close by keeping a close eye on the situation.

“I don’t care about my damn arm! Where is Saul?!” You flinched as a shock went through your arm, when you looked down, the wound was gone, as if it had never been there in the first place. You thanked the healers but still the only thing you were thinking about was Saul. You pushed passed the nosy crowd of people that had gathered. You broke free of the mass and out into the open, what you saw next made your heart stop.

There he was, dressed in all black, stubble caressing his jawline, lips set in a confused frown as he looked towards the commotion, it was only when he saw you that his whole face lit up, his eyes widened and his mouth turned upward in an almighty grin. Your eyes brimming with tears, you flung yourself forward, running as fast as you possibly could, Saul running just as fast toward you, bounding down the many steps that led up to a huge castle you had failed to notice. You didn’t slow, throwing yourself into his arms, your bodies colliding. He caught you as you knew he would, his arms wrapped around your back as your legs came around his waist. The tears were flowing now, emotions were extremely high, you could hear cheers in the background. You looked him over, making sure he was okay then wasted no time pressing your lips to his in a feverish kiss. Like always, fireworks and sparks erupted, although this time, the sky danced with colour, a neon light show curtesy of your magic.

You were where you were supposed to be, in his arms, it was home.

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[weasleywinchester]

Counting Stars

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

Saul Silva x Curvy Female Reader

Eyyy we’re back, mainly because a really want to watch season 2 but I don’t want what happens in that story to change what I’ve written in my head so far. Thank you to all who’ve recently found chapter 1 and showed chapter 2 some love! I hope you enjoy chapter 3

P.S. I HAVE ALMOST 300 FOLLOWERS?!! Muchas Gracias! 🤩🤩🤩

Summary: over the least few years you had more adventure outside the barriers of fairy kind then most have in their life time. You spend months exploring places thought to be lost, finding treasure and making new friends. But between the excitement you always kept one foot firmly in Alfea, for your friends, for yourself. But when Saul disappears from your life for longer then you like, you take the first job that puts you back where everything started.

Alfea hasn’t changed in the few years you’ve been gone. The fighting fields are still lush and green, the forest shrouded in magic. You didn’t think you would be back so soon but when duty calls-

“Can’t stay away can you?” You turn to see your best friend Diana as she jogs toward you.

“Not for long anyway.” You laugh, giving her a hug.

“And what are you doing back? You just came to visit about three months back! Thought you were off on grand adventures!” She throws one arm in the air, and the other around your shoulders as you both walk down the path.

“I was, they just happened to lead back here.”

“To Alfea? What kind of art needs to be found here?”

“Oh, there’s lots of old abandoned land, buildings, cellars… and a very outdated catalog for the school.” You giggle.

“You’ve been keeping up on those exercises we tried last time?”

You look over at her, your eyes lighting up like an inferno and then back to your normal eye color.

“Glad you’ve kept those skills sharp.” You two walk for a bit, the crunch of the gravel soothing as the sun burns off the morning fog.

“So how is everyone?” You look down at your feet.

“He's as handsome as ever.” Di smiles at you. “And he's single.” She sing songs, dodging your playfully punch and running away.

“BYE!” You yell after her.

“His class is about to start!” She yells back.

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You’re surprised at the lack of grunts and weapon noises as you round the hedge borders of the training grounds. And then you see why: Saul is giving his newest group of specialists one of his world class speeches.

“You can’t afford to doubt yourself in battle.” He sternly explains. He’s met with silence and blank faces. He takes a deep breath in, trying to wake himself up. He’s gone through many sleepless nights, but the ones as of late are different.

“What he actually means is if you’re going to think like a dumbass, don’t wimp out at the last second.” You loudly announce to the class. Saul whips around as the class giggles.

“Phoenix?” He says, surprise clear on his face.

“Mr. Silva.” You smile before turning your attention to the class. “But seriously. You have to commit to your actions. If you don’t then your life isn’t the only one in danger. You, as a specialist, are tasked with keeping each other and fairies safe. Mr. Silva’s lessons, no matter how hard they may be, will keep you alive. He is one of the reasons I can stand before you.”

The class whispers, a few in awe that a teacher did something besides teach.

“Yours words are too kind. And I am humble enough to say that Miss Kin has saved me on more than one occasion.” He gives you a small smile, the class erupting in another wave of whispers.

“Alright, everyone take a lap.” He barks. The group of young specialists take off, some grumbling. “Thompson, Rodgers, extra lap for grumbling.” He yells after them.

“How’s the potential looking?” You come to stand next to him. Di was right, he’s as handsome as ever.

“They’ll be fine warriors.” He looks over at the group, “probably a good batch of support members. What are you doing here?” He keeps his eyes trained forward. If he looks at you, you’ll be able to tell something is weighing on him; and you won’t let it go until you’ve fixed it.

“Working. Where were you when I came to visit?” You shoot back.

“Things have become more complicated lately.” He sighs. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you, it was just ill timing with a new responsibility on his plate. When you don’t answer right away he turns to look at you. Your eyes are shimmering copper, one eyebrow arched to the heavens. You change so much every time he sees you; stronger, more confident. And more beautiful than all the stars in the sky.

“I’ll let that suffice, for now.” You wink. “Anyways, I will be here for the next few months. I thought maybe we could train together again? Someone needs to keep you on your toes.”

He takes a deep breath in, averting your gaze once more. He’s missed training with you. The small stint where you both got to be out in the field fighting burned ones was the best few months of his life. Fighting alongside you was different than fighting alongside his friends; it was far more peaceful for starters. Gave the two of you plenty of time to know each other as friends rather than just student to teacher.

“If it’s too much-“

“No! No.” He claps his hands behind his back, his mind activity trying to figure out how, if, he could squeeze that in. “Would Thursday mornings work?”

“Sounds perfect.” You wiggle your arms around his middle, his chuckle vibrating your whole body as he squeezes you back.

“Maybe we could have dinner once I get settled in?” You begrudgingly let go of him as the students round the corner to come back toward you.

“I would like that.” He gives you a small smile before turning to the group of students. “Great job everyone. How about we ask our guest for a demonstration?” He smirks at you as the crowd gives a cheer.

_______

An hour. It’s been one hour since your lesson was supposed to start. You’ve trained with Saul for years, and he’s never ever been late. You were once 3 minutes early, instead of 5, and he chewed your head off.

Something must be wrong. Di did mention he’s been putting in a lot of hours… You pace the field once more before walking towards the teacher’s cottages. Saul had told you once which one was his, in case of an emergency (although Di teased for a whole month that it was so you would crawl into his bed!)

You step onto the porch, putting your fist up to knock, but you can’t quite get your knuckles to make contact. What if he’s at the field now? Or maybe he meant to start next week?

You knock gently. Listening for any sound. Eventually the door cracks open and you can see one bright blue eye.

“Hi… I’m Phoenix. I’m looking for Mr. Silva?” You cock your head to one side. I didn’t know Saul had a son…

“Ok.” The boy whispers, pattering back down the hall, leaving the door open. You take a tentative step in, there’s toys and clothes draped over a couch, but otherwise the place is very orderly.

“Sky! Back to bed!” Saul commands, his heavier footsteps coming from the hall.

The little boy races past you, leaping over the arm of the couch and taking cover under a blanket.

“Phee?”

You turn to Sauls deep voice, giving him a small smile. He looks like he needs at least three years of sleep and a whole pot of coffee.

He frowns at you. Why is she here? What day is it? Your eyes haven’t moved from his, and he’s not sure why you look so uncomfortable.

You silently will yourself to break the staring contest; but if you do that your eyes will go to his very shirtless upper half. And that will only make things even more awkward than it already is.

“It’s Thursday morning. Our lessons…” you bite your lip. Oh maker, he did mean next week. You shouldn’t have assumed…

Saul blinks slowly a few times, his head slowly putting together lessons and Thursdays. Lessons! Your training was supposed to start this morning you idiot!

“Phee, I’m so sorry… I didn’t… I don’t…” Saul stutters as he gently puts his hand your shoulder.

“It’s alright… I didn’t mean to intrude. I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” You stammer, the gentle touch of his hand red hot through your shirt.

“Give me a minute while I handle him, and.. ugh.. shirt.” Saul quickly picks up the blanket wrapped child and jogs down the hall.

You slowly exhale, slapping your hands over your eyes. What the hell just happened? All those dirty thoughts have been neatly tucked away in the corner of your brain! And what was with the nickname?! He only ever calls you Phoenix, not Phee! And no shirt? Is that how he always sleeps? Oh maker, did he have a partner here? Of course you would walk into something like that! But he would have mentioned that he had a child with someone… right? You two were close enough.

“Phoenix?” Saul tilts his head to one side. You’re facing the window, hands kneading your arms like dough. He steps closer saying your name again, but you still don’t answer. He tries once more, gently touching your bare arm. You “hmm” in response and bump right into his chest; your arms reach for him to keep yourself from bouncing back too far. His hands automatically catch you by the waist in an attempt to keep you steady.

You both freeze. You look up at his grey eyes, so many emotions rolling through them like storm clouds. His stubble looks like it hasn’t been shaved since you saw him earlier this week; you long to gently scratch your fingers against his jaw, silently telling him to shave and get some rest.

Saul could count all the stars in the universe and it wouldn’t compare to the flecks of gold I your eyes. They’re warm and inviting, they feel more like home than his cottage does. And for the first time he yearns to run his fingers along your cheek, to feel the heat of your skin against his.

“Maybe we could just have breakfast and talk.” You whisper. He slowly nods, letting go of your waist and walking into the kitchen.

“Saul, what happened?” You watch as he opens the fridge and grab the carton of eggs and the open packet of bacon.

He doesn’t answer right away. What could he say? Where does he even start? He puts the eggs in his hand on the counter, his mind slowly slipping into a headspace he can’t afford to be in. He has Sky to think about, his students.

Your hand gently touches his arm and it all comes flooding back. He wraps himself around you, a sob breaking free from somewhere deep in his chest.

You quickly wrap your arms around him, one hand gently rubbing his back as the other cradles the back of his head. You can feel his tears against your neck, tears he probably held in for far too long.

You’re not sure how long you stand there, but when you feel his grip loosen you pull his face to look at you.

“I’ll call the Headmistress. You need the day off.” You tell him. He gives a small nod and wraps his arms around you once more.

_______

“Hello Headmistress Dowling.” You sigh into the phone as you start cleaning up Sky’s toys that are strewn about the room.

“I’m surprised to get a call so early from you. And please, call me Ferrah. You are a friend of friend after all.”

“Ok, well… I’m calling on behalf of Saul, he won’t be able to make it in today.”

“Did something happen?” You can hear her chair scrape along the floor and papers shuffling.

“I don’t know the whole story but he needs rest.”

“The school should be there to pick up Sky in about an hour. And I’ll arrange for the other instructors to cover today's training.” She assures you. There’s a few moments where neither of you say anything, the weight of whatever is happening coming down on you both.

“Ferrah, what happened?” You ask quietly.

“I think that might be better explained in person.” She tells you, hanging up. You look down at your phone, unsure of what you could possibly do.

“Phee.” A small voice comes from the hall and you look over to see Sky’s little blonde head poking out.

“Let’s get dressed for school.” You smile at him and follow him to his room. You help him pick out clothes and put on his shoes, managing to shuffle to the door as someone knocks.

You open it to find Ferrah standing on the porch.

“Good Morning.” She gives you a small nod before turning to Sky. “Ready for school?”

He gives her a nod as the school bus rounds the corner. You and Ferrah walk him to the bus, waiving as it pulls away.

“Andreas was killed.” She whispers to you. She can feel the backs of her eyes prickle, it’s been easier to ignore it then let herself feel anything.

“When?”

“About six months back.”

You nod, it explains why Saul hadn’t spoken to you for several months; not because he didn’t want to, he was just dealing with a whole new life.

“He immediately took Sky in. A big adjustment for him, but you know how he is; doesn’t think he needs help.” A smile flashes across her face but there’s only sadness behind it.

You don’t know what to say, it’s hard enough losing someone you love, but to take on the responsibility of a child?

“Would you like to come in?” Your voice is shaky in your throat, every emotion threatening to come to the surface.

“I trust you to take care of him. We’ve each dealt with this in our own way, but this is the first chance he’s had.” She puts a hand on your shoulder, giving you a sad smile and starts off toward Alfae.

_______

Saul cracks open his eyes, the familiar pattern of the ceiling greeting him like any other morning. Phoenix. He slowly sits up, planting his feet firmly on the floor before pushing himself up. He listens for a moment, the sound of someone singing gently passing through the cracks around the door.

He gently tugs the door open, now hearing the music and getting smacked in the face with the smell of breakfast.

His feet lazily slap against the wooden floor as he walks into the kitchen. You’re stood at the stove, head gently bopping along to the song coming from the stereo as you finish cooking what looks to be breakfast burritos.

“Fucks sake Saul!” You gasp when you catch sight of him. The corner of his mouth tugs up a little as he leans against the doorway. You throw a tinfoil wrapped burrito at him, which he expertly catches with a chuckle.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” His eyes move from the burrito to you, the storm within him seems to have calmed a little.

“Did you get some rest?” You walk over to him, leaning against the wall beside him.

“More than I have in the last few months.” He confesses.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I couldn’t disrupt your life like that. You were doing what you were meant to do. You didn't need all this.” He waves his hand carelessly in the air.

“All this,” you mimic the gesture,” is your life Saul. It’s not a burden on mine. You are never a burden to me.” You lay your hands on his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist. “You’re not my instructor anymore. We fought alongside each other, learned from one another, and became friends. Let me return the support you've always given me.”

He sighs. She’s always right isn’t she? He gently moves a piece of hair out of your face, indulging in the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips, your copper eyes closing for longer than a quick blink. He wraps you in a hug, your arms surrounding him in your warmth.

“Did you clean my house?” He playfully shouts.

“I had to stay busy.” You laugh into his chest. “If you need someone to watch Sky after school, I would be more than happy to.” You set your chin on his chest, big dazzling copper eyes staring up at him.

“You don’t have too… I can mange” He shrugs.

“I know I don’t have to, but let me help you.”

“As you wish.”

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