#sparxshipping prompts

[winxwannabe]

32. "Get on your knees." for Bloom and Valtor 😇

Remember when these were for NaNo in November? Yeah, me neither. ANYWAY:

It’s anger - so much anger.  At the world, at each other, and what they’ve become.

She has bruises down the inside of her thighs and bite marks on her neck she has to cover with makeup. Once when he’s on his stomach next to her she sees the raised scarlet lines of healing skin, and knows they’re the result of her nails. She’s taken to keeping them long ever since.

It’s painful, but a pain like worrying your tongue over a cut on the roof of your mouth. Bloom always swears this time, she’ll stop for good. There have been plenty of times Baltor’s thrown her out of Cloud Tower, screaming to never come back unless she wants to end up like Faragonda. Sometimes they manage to stay away from each other for several days. She even dreams about mundane things like school dances and homework.

The last time Bloom dreamed, she’d woken up to him in her bed at Alfea, one hand dipping between the waistband of her shorts while the other covered her mouth, keeping her gasps from waking anyone. She lost track of how many times she’d come that night, Baltor whispering praise into the skin of her shoulder.

It’s a vicious cycle of inflicting pain until it’s too much, and someone breaks and shows a morsel of compassion that the other takes. Then they get mad all over again because no, they can’t have compassion, not when this is happening.  It’s easier to watch a human smash into a concrete wall when you remember they ripped a section of hair from your skull two nights ago, not that they held you to their chest and moaned your name.

She thinks of Sky sometimes, when she’s alone. How open their relationship had been, before Diaspro reclaimed what was originally hers. How that, ironically, started this entire mess because Bloom had been desperate to get him back, no matter the cost. Only one man offers her a guarantee, for a very expensive price.

She pays it. Sky’s been free of dark magic for weeks now, Diaspro in a cell awaiting trial on Eraklyon.

Still, she comes back.

She’s been degraded, doesn’t know how many times Baltor’s told her to get on her knees in Griffin’s office or the sorcery lab. Sometimes she fights back, leaving him with a scar or an unusable potion because she’s swiped it off the counter to push him onto it. It’s almost better when she doesn’t, instead keeping her gaze locked onto his while mouthing the line of his cock through those ridiculously old fashioned pants. Those are the only nights she feels like she wins anything, that she might actually have a legitimate reason to keep doing this.

She doesn’t, though. Not really. She shouldn’t want a damn thing he offers her. Her family, friends, boyfriend - it should all be enough. It used to be. And the realization that it isn’t anymore infuriates her, starting the cycle over again.

There is no winning. There is only tiptoeing towards an invisible line that, when crossed, will change the trajectory of everything she’s known. She won’t walk so much as be dragged across it, clinging onto the half she wasn’t aware she had until months ago. The thought terrified her only months ago.

There are bags under her eyes, teeth marks on her collarbone, and fingerprints burned into the flesh of her hip like a pseudo-mark. She looks like she’s been in war, and in a twisted way she has.

The sun sets. The bustle of campus goes quiet. Her roommates go to sleep.

Bloom goes to Cloud Tower.

I wanted to write something but not any current WIPs. Here we are instead.

#sparxshipping #Liz's nano prompts #better 2 months late than never right? #im going to try and write more nano prompts #(half of them are sparxshipping lol) #(3 are Bloom/Jim) #am I a typecast writer? SURE AM!

[onmykneesforhotdilfs]

Oooh i'm gonna with #3 please! And Valtor as a bartender.

He truly loathed his job.

The disgusting smell of cheap drinks spilled on the bar mixed with the stench of sweat and cheap perfume, from grinding bodies on the dancefloor and humping barely-legals in the corner, made him nauseous. The music was loud to the point his heartbeat developed arrhythmia whenever a bass boosted song played through the obnoxious sound system. To make matters worse, one of the speakers was set directly above the bar and Valtor was sick of buying earplugs every week, because if he didn’t use any protection, he’s pretty sure he would go deaf before he hit 40 and he once again cursed himself for forgetting them at home.

A particularly high note came on, and the crowd cheered while Valtor cringed as he felt the microscopic hairs in his ears, sensitive to high notes, shrivel up and die. He rolled his eyes as he spotted a tall blonde dragging taller brunette towards the restroom. Apparently, couples basically dry humping each other on the dancefloor and sucking their faces off in the corners wasn’t enough, so universe also decided to throw in a couple about to commit an indecent act in a public bathroom?

He was just about to call one of the bouncers when it hit him – he doesn’t care. Oh well. What can you do?

A woman, wearing something Valtor could only describe as lingerie, came to the bar and ordered a fruity cocktail and for the umpteenth time, he wondered how his life turned into this? How did he go from graduating on a prestigious college, having a stable job and a fiancée, to wiping down spit from the counter top on a Saturday night.

He used to be a successful attorney, his yearly salary reaching up to five-zero figure, a stable relationships, loving girlfriend and more, and yet, all of that collapsed under the enormous weight couple of words held.

His hands worked on autopilot, mixing the necessary drinks while his thoughts were miles away.

Now, whatever’s left of his past life lives in a small condo across the town and Valtor chuckled at the irony of life giving him lemons while he chopped one to mix it into the cocktail. He squeezed the juice out of the poor fruit, with probably more force than was necessary, getting some of it on his shirt in the process.

“What are you chuckling about?” The woman was leaning over the counter, her chest basically spilling out of her dress as she played with the ends of her dark hair.

Valtor raised an eyebrow as he bent down to retrieve one of the decorative umbrellas. “Nothing that would be of interest to you.” He saw her flinch in surprise at the rather sharp tone he unintentionally used. “Miss.” He added as an afterthought, hoping it would make him look less abrasive. Unhappy customers don’t tip well after all.

“Oh. Well maybe it does interest me. You’ll never know unless you try.” The woman smiled flirtatiously while her fingers continued twirling the strands of her hair. “I’m Mitzi, by the way.” She offered her hand to him.

Valtor only quirked an unamused eyebrow. “I don’t remember asking for your name.” The smile was quick to disappear from her face and she snatched her hand back like it’s been burned.

He closed his eyes as his tongue, once again, proved to be faster than his brain. It’s what got him into trouble a lot of times and this one might’ve just taken a cake because if the girl went to complain to his boss, he’d be in a world of shit. “I was trying to be nice, but it seems to me you’re too much of an asshole to appreciate it.” Mitzi gritted out with obvious false confidence because a fierce blush was very much present on her face. This obviously didn’t happen to her a lot.

First time for everything, Valtor thought.

“What I would really appreciate, Mitzi,” Don’t do it, “is if you could stop your 36C's, that you stuffed into a 34B bra, from spilling all over my counter.” You absolute moron! “I have to wipe it.”

Now you’ve done it.

Mitzi turned even reader, and Valtor wondered if he should start dialing an ambulance just in case, but she only snatched the drink he placed in front of her and threw a 5$ bill in his face. “Jerk!” And just like that, she was gone.

“Have a nice evening!” Drop dead.

He rolled his eyes and took a glass that needed wiping just to occupy his hands for a minute because he felt like a coiled string, just about to snap and burn everything in its path.

“I have to say,” girl’s voice reached him, “you just fixed my evening.” Valtor lowered the glass to the solid surface and turned to face the owner.

His brain short circuited.

Though her body was mostly obstructed by the counter, he could see that the navy blue slip dress she wore draped beautifully across her slender figure. She was also incredibly short that even standing up straight, in what Valtor assumed were ridiculously high heels, she was at least head and a half shorten than him. But the most obvious, and striking thing about her, was her red hair. Valtor never even thought that hair could be as vibrant as hers.

In his almost 35 years of life, Valtor has never seen someone as interesting as the girl standing in front of him.

When he finally shook himself out of his stupor, and when it became painfully obvious he was making her uncomfortable with his gawking (really, there was no other word for it), he smiled and spoke. “Well, I’m pleased to hear that because it will undoubtedly ruin my life.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her reporting you.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Her ego is too big for her to accept she just got rejected.”

“You know her?”

There was something nostalgic in her smile. “I used to know her… or maybe I just thought I know her.”

Valtor observed the unusual girl in front of him. In his several years as a bartender and even before, he developed quite a knack for reading people. She seemed, to him at least, like one of those lost souls that recently had their world turned upside down but tried despite to appear normal. You and me both. “Would you like something to drink?”

Her head snapped up and her electric blue eyes met his. “Oh! Yes, um,” she fidgeted slightly, her hands wringing together and picking at her nails, “anything with vodka.”

He nodded and turned his back on her to find a bottle of the best vodka the club had to offer. He didn’t know why he suddenly paid so much attention to what he’s mixing into drinks but something pulled him towards this girl like gravity and he was too weak to resist it. “Straight?” He asked without turning around.

“Ummm, that’s a bit personal don’t you think? I mean, I just met you.” Valtor stopped what he was doing and turned his head so she could see the confused frown on his face. “I don’t even know your name. As far as I know you could be a serial killer.”

It downed on Valtor what she was talking about and he chuckled at her adorable rant. “I meant the Vodka.”

Her lips shaped into a silent “O" and he saw how her neck and face turned red from embarrassed. She moaned and buried her face into her hands. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He picked the bottle and turned back around so he was facing her. He extended his unoccupied hand across the counter top. “I’m Valtor.”

She shook his hand, her hand incredibly small in his huge one, blush still present on her cheeks. “Bloom. And yes, straight vodka is fine.”

“I’ve only seen Russians drink vodka by itself.”

“I’m quarter Russian. My mom’s dad is from Russia.” Valtor nodded along as he fixed her a drink.

“Impressive.”

“it’s really not. It only made me the laughing stock of the entire class.” She took the glass filled with clear liquid, their fingers brushing together on accident, and Valtor felt a spark rushing up his nerve endings. “But, I can drink most people under the table so I guess I should be grateful.”

Humor was obviously one of the things she used to deflect the pain and trauma bullying inevitably caused. “Your hair is very… unusual. Natural?”

She nodded. “Yup. This is one of the things I inherited from grandpa.”

“Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, it wasn’t my intention.”

“No no, don’t worry.” Her lips wrapped around the edge of the glass as she took a sip and closed her eyes to savor the feeling of burning liquid sliding down her throat. “It’s actually one of the nicest things someone has said to me about my hair.”

Valtor looked at her with a small smirk on his face. “That bad, huh?”

“You don’t want to know.” Bloom tilted the glass and took a large swing of the drink, only a small amount remaining at the bottom. “What about you?”

Valtor shrugged. “What about me?”

“You have an unusual hair too.”

Indeed. His long strawberry blond hair was tied in a ponytail, but unlike herself, he loved his hair and didn’t particularly give a damn what anybody else thought about it. “I don’t really care about somebody else’s opinion and neither should you.”

“I’ve stopped that long time ago.” Valtor nodded towards her almost empty glass and she slid it towards him for a refill. “But you know, scars remain.”

He nodded. “That I do know.” Valtor saw another guy coming up to the bar so he excused himself. As soon as he moved away from her, the unpleasant sensations that accompany prolonged presence in a loud room came rushing back like a rogue train and Valtor felt the onsets of a headache forming. He served the guy and returned to Bloom who was now nursing her drink instead of knocking it back like the first time.

“So what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

She quirked one eyebrow. “A girl like me?”

“Not to be rude, but this doesn’t seem like your cup of tea.”

She laughed. “It’s my friend’s birthday. She dragged me here against my will while promising she’ll stay with me the entire time. It took me turning around for her to vanish without a trace with her boyfriend.”

“That friend of yours,” he started, “wouldn’t happen to be a tall blonde dragging a brunette with her?”

“That’s her.”

Valtor made a face. “I don’t think you’ll be seeing a lot of her tonight.” His eyes slid to the direction of the restroom.

Bloom followed his gaze and she groaned when she saw where her friend went to. “Not this again.”

“Again? This happens a lot?”

“Unfortunately, it happens more than I would like to.” She rubbed her forehead.

“Right,” he drawled, “because who doesn’t like seeing their friends going at it.” Sarcasm was dripping from his words.

“How long have they been in there?” She asked while looking at her wrist watch.

“Fifteen minutes or so.”

“Damn animals. I’m never coming to the club with her again.”

An amused chuckle escaped him. “That’s not the first time you’ve said that, am I right?”

She smiled and took a sip of vodka. “Nope.”

Just as he opened his mouth to ask her another question, her blonde friend wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Valtor’s eyebrow did a backflip. How she managed to avoid detection while leaving the bathroom was beyond him.

“Damn Bloom, I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re already seducing hot bartenders!”

“Stella! First of all, I am not seducing anybody,” Maybe not intentionally, “secondly, it’s been almost twenty minutes and thirdly, what happened to your promise of not ditching me? And the moment I turn around, you’re already gone?”

Stella, if Valtor heeard correctly, giggled. “Oh live a little Bloom. Besides, it’s not like you were in a bad company.” Her eyes ran over Valtor’s form. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of that.” She ogled Valtor like a piece of chocolate cake.

“I’m standing right here.”

“Okay, that’s enough for today! We’re going home.” Bloom grabbed her purse and was about to pull out her wallet when Valtor raised his arm to stop her.

“It’s on the house.”

“But Blooooom,” There was really no words to describe the sound that exited blonde’s mouth, “we just got here.”

“The fact that you're talking about having a threesome with a stranger says enough about your state.”

“I’m pretty sure Brandon wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay, time out. Let’s go.” She turned towards Valtor, a small card between her fingers. She leaned over the counter while one of her arms stayed behind, supporting her friend. “Thank you.” She slipped the card into his hand. “Call me if you wanna talk sometimes.” And with that, she spun on her heel and dragged Stella towards the exit.

Valtor stood in shock, not knowing how to react for a few minutes, staring at the business card in his hands.

Bloom Peters MD.

He shook his head, hand safely pocketing the precious cargo before he picked up the glass she’s been drinking from and turning around to wash it. The sound of retching caused him to turn around in time to see some wasted man empty the content of his stomach on an obnoxious red carpet. The stench of vomit mixed with other delightful aromas and Valtor was once again reminded how much he hated his job.

#winx club #baltor x bloom #bloom x baltor #bloom x valtor #sparxshipping #valtor x bloom #bloom #valtor #winx #sparxshipping questions #sparxshipping requests #sparxshipping prompts #sparxshipping au

[twilightfox1717]

I barely exist here but here’s a prompt list for enemies to lovers cuz why not:

by the way the one word ones are like a prompt based on a scene revolving around it… or whatever you want it to be.

some of these are darker than other btw so don’t come for me

1. nightmare

2. paralysis

3. knife to throat

4. Poisoned wine

5. Real life chess

6. dream

7. block of ice

8. espionage

9. balcony suicide

10. double suicide

11. Loss of sense (touch, sight, hearing)

12. sorrowful outburst

13. military AU

14. drowning

15. anger outburst

16. running through a forest

17. injury

18. secret letter

19. missing key

20. world end

21. dying of illness

22. secret identity

23. sparring

24. poison cure

25. inter-planetary chase

26. red string of fate

27. dancing (at a ball)

Quotes:

28. “How do you have so much money?”

29. “No. What kind of question is that?”

30. “Take my hand. I’ll guide you.”

31. “Your hair is so silky.”

32. “I don’t care how much that dress costs.”

33. “How did you learn to play the pipa/piano/guitar/violin/flute/anything so well?”

34. “I should have known it was you.”

35. “She/he looks just like you.”

36. “If you can’t take care of yourself, I will take care of you.”

37. “You shouldn’t be Emperor.”

38. “The one regret I have in this life is that I fell in love with you.”

39. “Marry you? I wouldn’t marry you even if my life depended on it.”

40. “It seems you don’t have much of a choice in this.”

41. “The crown suits you.”

42. “It’s been so many years yet you haven’t changed at all.”

43. “Let’s keep this civil, shall we?”

44. “Watching you slide your hand into his made me want to break his neck.”

45. “You could hear the sound of falling snow that day, as if the world stopped moving.”

46. “Our encounter was predestined in our previous life.”

47. “It was painful, yes, but did it really bring happiness in the end?”

48. “I wish I could just close my eyes and you would disappear.”

49. “I’m crazy. And it’s all thanks to you.”

50. “Are you happy now? There’s no going back.”

These are actually really fun to write :)

#sparxshipping #bloom x valtor #enemies to soulmates #enemies to lovers #literally any book #am dying for the good writers out there to do a prompt #I should do one too #it probably won’t turn out too good

[rist-ix]

only because it’s one of my all time favorite sparxshipping tropes and I can’t resist—

prompt list title: some soft-ish dialogue prompts

41. “Is that my shirt?” “Is… is that okay?”

aw, such a classic! Loved this one

Not sparked compliant? I think? I left things vague, so you guys can interpret is however you want.

One could accuse Valtor of many, many sins, but sloth is not one of them. He thrives off of his work, placing whispers and rumors where they can grow like poisonous ivy, dutifully reaping the resulting chaos.

It may take him weeks, months, years even to harvest his just rewards, but he has time. And he knows, the most precious reward is not one he can find in the Royal courts anyway.

His transportation spell pulls him from Eraklyon's palace swift as the wind, gently dropping him in the place he calls home. Glaring sun replaced by starlight and the sound of crickets, a mild summer night's air. He exhales in relief, the lacking noise of the capitol more than welcome.

His stay at court had been far too long, far too busy. Rest isn’t something he bothers with, once he is caught up in the euphoria of his manipulations, but now he feels its lack like a physical weight on his shoulders.

Shedding his coat, he steps into his bedroom and closes the balcony door with a wave of his hand. He doesn’t indulge in sleep that often often, but he's certainly earned it now. The sooner he has recharged, the sooner he will be able to visit—

His bed moves. Or rather, the blankets move. In less than a second his hand is blazing with a spell and every muscle in his body tenses, anticipating an ambush from every direction, eyes searching for potential reinforcements lurking in the shadows. He closes in on the source of the movement, ready to end the threat in a heartbeat… when the threat in question yawns. Turns around. And reveals a familiar face, hidden behind messy red curls.

He blinks, adrenaline fading, and lowers his hand.

“Bloom?”

Blue eyes peek at him through heavy lids as she wakes up, snuggling into his palm when he moves to brush her hair back.

“…'re late,” she mumbles, covering his hand with her own so he doesn’t pull back — a ridiculous idea. He grins and leans closer instead.

“Forgive me. If I had know what awaited me here, I would have never kept away so long.”

A half-truth. He does like the idea that she missed him, yearned for him. It seems only fair.

Her hair is cool and damp to the touch, smelling faintly of his soap, and the idea that she had been in his shower sounds even better. He sits down on the bed and pulls her to him, breathing her in. Kissing her temples.

“Did I keep you waiting?” he murmurs, “My poor, sweet fairy, did I make you miss me?”

Her small form is curled into itself, looking so lonely in his oversized bed. So warm and soft in his arms.

She pouts, an expression that looks even funnier on her when she is sleepy, but wraps one arm around his waist all the same.

“'s just worried,” she gets out, voice croaking with sleep. “For the dimension. Y'know?”

She yawns again and hauls herself somewhat upright so she can drape herself over his lap.

“Can’t leave you unsupervised.”

She sounds entirely too satisfied for her words. And he feels far too satisfied by her actions.

Smiling, he brushes her hair behind her ear and leans back against the headboard. Discards his vest so she doesn’t cut herself on the buttons, and pulls her fully into his arms. The heavy blankets fall away, then, revealing her previously hidden torso.

He pauses.

“Bloom,” he says. Surprise raising his eyebrows. “Is that my shirt?”

She stops moving as well, the slow rising and falling of her chest ceasing. Opens one eye to look at him.

“Is…” she swallows, “Is that okay?”

Okay. Ha. Turning Faragonda into a tree was 'okay'. A glass of solarian Sundrop after a successful coup would be ‘okay’. Ruining her once-lovers reign is ‘okay’.

Seeing Bloom, asleep in his bed, waiting for his arrival, clad in barely more than his shirt—

Oh, that’s fucking amazing.

“More than that,” he replies eagerly, drinking in the sight of her. Committing every detail to memory, in case he doesn’t catch her like this again. The way she is swimming in the fabric, far too big for her, the way it isn’t fully buttoned up. Breathtaking.

Content, Bloom closes her eyes again and rests her head in the crook of his neck.

“Good,” she hums. “'s soft. Think I’m keeping it.”

He'll send her the entire wardrobe if she wants. Stars, he'll dress her in it himself.

Wallowing in fantasies, he wraps his arms around her and sinks back into the pillows. Just enjoying this rare, peaceful moment.

Bloom isn’t usually one to ask for permission. She prefers to waltz in and take what she wants, to act like she doesn’t care about his approval before her fear of rejection can catch up with her. It’s an amusing quality of hers, this obvious overcompensating. Though it does fill him with a certain, seeping anger to think of the one who instilled it in her.

Now, however, she seems too tired to bother with her brazen act. And the result is… quite adorable.

He could get used to this.

“I missed you too,” he says, his eyes falling closed. She smiles into his shirt, hiding her face against his chest. A quiet happiness radiating out from her.

“I know.”

#prompts #sparxshipping #fluff #I loved the 'I love you' 'I know' exchange from HanLeia in case you couldn't tell #their dynamic could be very similar

[bloomvalyria]

So I thought I’d do another Procreate Before and After while I work on these sparxshipping prompts. This time with my edit The Dragon’s Heirs! By the way, thank you all so much for all the notes on it. I was really nervous about posting this one, and to see it be so well received despite it being incomplete is insane because it’s my first attempt on queen regalia for Bloom. And because of this breakdown I’m actually going to post the side by side comparisons in full color! So you’ll kind of get to see it in non-Book of Fate coloring! But you’re also going to see some fuck ups —particularly on Baltor’s lower half— but please ignore those for the sake of this post. Fuck ups are easier to conceal in sepia tones.

I’m gonna say it, Sparxian royal fashion is atrocious. Therefore, with Bloom I went with a base dress that’s actually Stella’s from s6 and tied in some Sparxian elements. For instance: Bloom’s birth medallion on the belt, the dragon from the Sparxian flag (Which yes that is a canon thing from the show! It is a golden dragon on a field of purple. And since purple isn’t in either of Oritel or Miriam’s outfits, I didn’t feel compelled to include it in Bloom’s. But peep it on Baltor’s sash.) imbedded in the crown, and Oritel’s fur cape. Fur seemed to be a central theme to her parents’ clothes, and I do think it adds an extra regal flair to it, so both she and Baltor have one.

I love Stella’s Queen for a Day ensemble and as you can see, it is quite literally the outline for Bloom! There’s an obvious color change on the dress, I erased the gold cords and the fairy wings, and I switched it from one-shoulder to strapless. Stella is very over the top with her clothes, while I always imagined Bloom’s royal attire to be simple yet elegant. No need for a bunch of unnecessary accessories. Also when I was working on her I was listening to “Goddess” by Xana on repeat so I think I accidentally influenced myself to go with a more Greek goddess vibe. Which I’m not mad at! I can totally see Bloom being obsessed with Greek mythology.

Now Baltor ... that man is a mess every time I try to make anything for him. The more elaborate the edit, the worse it is to work with him. It also doesn’t help that the outfits for the boys all suck and the few decent ones have extremely limited screen time. This is literally just Baltor’s head stapled onto a recolored version of Sky’s ball outfit from s6. Like that’s it. I am so sorry to everyone for revealing that atrocity but dammit you can’t tell me Baltor doesn’t look better in it. You can’t. Other than that I gave him King Teredor’s crown with a recolored jewel. I was going to go with something extravagant like Thranduil’s crown but it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped. The more I think about it now, I realize that Baltor wouldn’t desire an extravagant crown, despite his massive ego and need for drama. His presence exudes enough power by itself. I also flat out refused to give him Oritel’s Pope-esque headdress because no I shouldn’t have to explain that. However I did give him Oritel’s sword and added a tiny engraved Sparxian dragon on the handle.

Including the time I spent recoloring to match the Book of Fate, I used 100+ layers (I lost count after 100) and spent about 8 days in total on this edit. A decent amount of time, but certainly not the longest I’ve spent on one. There are some details that still need to be worked on, and currently are being worked on, but this was a spontaneous and unexpectedly big project and I think it turned out rather well for an incomplete edit!

#winx club #winx #sparxshipping #bloomxbaltor #bloomxvaltor #valtorxbloom #baltorxbloom

[winxwannabe]

8, 20 and 27 for Bloom×Baltor I wish you a safe travel❤

So I only did #8 for this one because I couldn't get 27 to fit and someone else (cough @bloomvalyria) has already requested 20 solo.

“I wonder where I stand in your heart.”

“It’s actually a three-way-tie between you, the last guy who catcalled me, and a bug I swatted off my arm this morning.”

Bloom was hoping the taunt would land better.  As was the running theme of the day, her hopes were dashed.  Instead of getting angry, Baltor raised a single, perfect eyebrow at her, finally looking away from the two looking-glass portals he’d created, showing scenes of destruction in Gardenia and the rest of the Winx facing off against monsters in the Sun.  “My, my,” he deadpanned.  “What deplorable company.”

“Actually, the bug never strong-armed me into choosing between my friends or my family, so I can probably put it ahead of you.”

That earned her a chuckle.  “Always such a hero, Bloom.  Fight the right way, say the right quip at the right time while looking picturesque…you must make the dimension so proud.”

“I don’t fight you for the dimension’s sake.  I do it because it’s right.”

“Do you?” He snapped his fingers, the two portals closing in seconds.  “Because I seem to recall a time when you didn’t fight me at all.  And you didn’t care much about right and wrong.”

Bloom had been wondering (to herself - she’d never brought it up to the other girls) if the person in front of her was really the same man she’d faced off against all those years ago.  There had been doubts - major differences in strategy and attacks - that made it seem plausible.  It was impressive, then, how a single sentence could shatter that entire theory.  “...I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Even floating in the void of space, Baltor still moved with an unmatched grace.  He circled Bloom - lazily, like a predator around a wounded animal who knew one way or another dinner would come.  “Is that so?  Because I remember it in intimate detail.  How much you wanted your precious prince free of corruption -”

“Corruption you caused!”

“Even so.  You were so desperate to free him you were willing to do anything.  And then more”

The hand that appeared under her chin was soft but forceful, lifting her head to meet his gaze.  “Does he know, after all these years?” Baltor’s voice had gone light, acknowledging secrets that weren’t safe even here, in the nothingness of space.  “Do any of your friends?  Does anyone?”

It had been years since they’d been this close.  It made Bloom dizzy, made her want to reach out and touch him.  “No.”

The grin Baltor gave her was oozing with approval.  “Wouldn’t it be a scandal - the heroine of the dimension sending spellbooks and maps of Cloud Tower to the man who wanted to enslave it all?  Three planets and over a dozen books, all thought to be stolen in the night by convicts.  When in reality the blueprints for Cloud Tower’s crypt were copied from Alfea’s own library.”

His hand moved up to cup her cheek.  “And that wouldn’t even be the worst thing you did.”

Bloom shivered as his thumb stroked across her face.  “They wouldn’t believe you.  Not after I was the one to finish you off.”

Baltor leaned in closer, practically brushing his nose against hers.  “But what will they say now that I’m back?”

She gulped.  “It doesn’t change anything.”

“And that’s a risk you’re willing to take?”  Baltor’s hand disappeared only to return on the small of her back and drag her closer.  “My dear Bloom, I’m only suggesting we revisit old arrangements.  Ones that were more than satisfying for both of us.”

The almost primal longing in her chest was getting difficult to ignore.  “What makes you think I’d be interested in that?”

Baltor’s smirk widened.  “Well I don’t think the screams I coaxed from you all those years ago were part of an act.”

Day 1114 of trying to figure out what the fuck Baltor meant in 8.12 when he told Bloom he lost in S3 because he let her do his bidding. It probably wasn’t this, but you know *gestures vaguely* it got away from me.

#sparxshipping #yeah y'all knew THIS was coming #but thank you anon this kind of got me back into a groove #liz writes stuff #plane prompts #length: ficlet #also yes I looked up the days AGAIN

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Sparxshipping prompt 12 please. Have a safe flight!

Baltor prides himself on several things - spell execution, patience, the ability to differentiate wines by planet of origin. But above all else, and perhaps the most useful - strategic planning.  A skill made up of many others (even the taste in wine) and easily the most difficult to master, yet by far the most rewarding. After years of training under the Ancient Witches he excels at it.

He’s sowed distrust of Andros by taking over its oceans and underwater rulers, helped install a new Solarian queen branded with his magic, and shut down one of the major magic schools, putting the center of the dimension on high alert. Destabilizing the world at large to make his takeover that much easier. He has always been good at planning.

“Oh Baltor. I’m bored, so why don’t you come out now.”

This wasn’t the plan.

A bookshelf six meters to his right explodes, raining hardcovers and burning pages around Cloud Tower’s library. Some of its contents are older than Baltor himself, surviving hundreds of years only to be reduced to ash now. He tenses, but stays bunkered behind an untouched shelf, refusing to give away his position unless he hears the fluttering of wings. Cloaking spells aren’t useful anymore - the Dragon Fire makes it too easy to track. The Trix are gone. Griffin’s spelled students are nowhere to be found. He is alone, abandoned to fight the monster he’s created. Poetic justice.

“Baltor,” Bloom whines again, and for a moment she sounds like she used to when he observed her through spells. A bright girl - bright as her red hair - who still believes in friendship conquering all and true love saving the day. “I don’t get it. I thought you wanted this.”

Well…yes. Broadly, yes, he’d wanted this. The plan had started perfectly enough - turn the boyfriend against her, make Alfea feel unsafe, get Faragonda out of the way. Isolation, Baltor had learned over the last seventeen years, could be a powerful motivator. It made you see things that weren’t there. It made you crave connection. And what better connection could there be, than the only other living person from your planet? A connection to the past where there had been none before. No hope. No being could resist running towards a flicker of light in a sea of darkness, regardless of what cast it. Not if they were lonely enough.

Back in the old days, before the Company of Light and the endless fighting, seducing politicians and nobility had been medial. Seducing a girl still full of childish naivete had been effortless. The flirting was meant to intrigue her, the promise of information was meant to bring her close, and the seduction itself was meant to make her forget why she’d been so afraid in the first place. 

Baltor had executed such plans before. They worked flawlessly. It was supposed to work this time. It was meant to bring Bloom to her knees in front of him, ready and willing to do anything he desired. For one glorious night, she had.

But she was supposed to stay after that. The fear should have been dulled. She was not supposed to withdraw into that dark tunnel, afraid of herself and everyone around her, looking for something to even the playing field. 

But the isolation. Motivator, indeed.

Baltor didn’t know Bloom had been overtaken by darkness twice before - from Lord Darkar, no less. Knowing would have altered his planning immensely. He would have been more careful, peppered his words with more sweetness instead of bite. Surviving it once was Arcadia’s fortune. Twice was the sign of a strong soul. To believe you could come back from such darkness a third time…you would have to be an idiot. Or full of childish naivete.

There’s a frustrated yell and another bookshelf explodes - closer this time. Baltor watches a book, now no more than a fiery ball of debris, soar through the air and land at his feet.

He has to get out of here.

Boy howdy anon you have no idea what you've done sending this in. So remember when I said there was one prompt I was seriously considering turning into a oneshot? It's this one! I don't know what switch got flipped in my brain to make me want to write again but you flipped it, anon! This is the first part of the oneshot, because it's taken me forever to put any of these out and you guys deserve something for dealing with me. And as for the rest of the story...I'll see you later this week.

#plane prompts #sparxshipping #length: ficlet #(FOR NOW!) #me reading this: oh cool so Baltor's like stalking Bloom somewhere...but what if it's reversed #and my brain just started RUNNING with it

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Presenting: ✨ Prompt-ix ✨ & Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem

Some of you may already be aware of this because I've spammed your inbox with Ao3 notifications and I'm SO sorry -

I’ve done a lot of writing prompts on tumblr over the years under 3 or 4 different tags, so it’s finally time to put them in a single place for your viewing pleasure. And that's Prompt-ix. I’m putting a few up every couple days now to spare those subscribed on Ao3 from 25+ emails in a single night. The NaNo prompts I'm currently doing will also be uploaded there (the Stella/Musa one is already there).

Except, of course, the sparxshipping ones. Because you know why. There were enough for a separate collection fic, so that's exactly what I did. Those will be posted under Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem, alternating with Prompt-ix. It'll take less time to be complete (but still a while because they're about 1/3 of my overall prompts and I have four I still need to write), but those will also be there.

Again, really sorry about the inbox. It's gonna be loaded this week.

#kind of not winx #liz writes #sparxshipping #(more mentioned but you know #tag to be safe #this has been a public service announcement

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I’m going to stop accepting prompts this Wednesday so I can try and get them all done before the end of the month. Last chance to check the list and send one in!

Below the cut are all the current prompts I have and for what ship, to make sure you don’t double up or if you’re just curious.

38. “You’re not going anywhere!” Sparxshipping

31. “I own you.” Sparxshipping

19. “I don’t want to be friends.” Solarflare

46. “Hold me just a little longer.” Sparxshipping

39. “If you don’t rest, you won’t get better/heal” Sparxshipping

12. “I gotta say, I’m a little surprised.” Icy x Sky

49. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” Bloom x Sky

15. “You called me, remember?” #TeamRedheads

32. “Get on your knees.” Sparxshipping

22. “You’re burning up.” Sparxshipping

18. “I don’t like the way they look at you.” Bloom x Jim

7. “You’re a terrible liar.” Bloom x Jim

#Liz’s nano prompts

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#Prompt 15 could be a good time 👀

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"Each of my thoughts about you is improper."

Bloom sighed as she let the warm water of her bath wash away the five days worth of stress. She moaned as she submerged her body in almost boiling hot water, wet ends of her hair hanging over the edge of the bathtub. She closed her eyes and with a flick of her finger, the light in the bathroom turned off and strategically placed candles lit on fire giving the whole room romantic and relaxing atmosphere.

Her whole week has been spent running between planets in order to accommodate both pairs of her parents without having the other feeling left out. Not to mention the special training girls had to take in order to test their abilities to the maximum, training which was lead by Griselda. Even after so many years, that woman somehow always managed to make them nervous and she surely knew how to make their muscles quake in exhaustion after the practice. Between all those obligations, Bloom barely had energy to take a quick shower at the end of the day before she collapsed into her bed in Alfea. Sleep wouldn't catch up with her though, no matter how tired her body was.

Valtor was off doing some errands most of the days so the fact that she barely saw her boyfriend this week seemed to contribute to her bad mood and her insomnia.

Bloom couldn't remember the last time she felt so exhausted. Even the continuous fights against enemies of magic dimension never left her feeling so drained. If she was confident enough in herself not to drown, she wouldn't even leave this bath tonight. But as it is, she decided to enjoy the bath for as long as she could milk it, which in her case was, until the water got cold. She was fortunate enough that she managed to snag a night on Domino where she had a big enough bathtub to enjoy solitude.

Bloom was so engrossed in her thoughts, which could be the reason she didn't hear door of her room open, nor did she hear the shuffling of feet across the hardwood floor despite the fact bathroom door has been left open. A low wolf whistle made her jump, however, as she met the mischievous gray eyes of her boyfriend that stood leaning on a doorframe, seemingly enjoying the show.

"Now that's a sight for sore eyes."

Bloom sighed. "Though I appreciate the flattery, I'm pretty sure I look like I could work in a circus as a clown double right now."

Valtor raised one sharp eyebrow. "Do I need to have a chat with Faragonda about Griselda laying off a bit?"

Bloom shook her head. "No." Valtor came closer, his bare feet stepping into puddles that collected on the floor due to a steam. His eyes narrowed as he caught the sight of the bags underneath her eyes. "I've been having trouble sleeping this week. Maybe that's why I'm looking... awful."

Valtor came to sit at the edge of her bathtub. His fingers gently removed a wet lock from Bloom's unusually pale face. The bags underneath her eyes were indeed present, and it made her eyes look sunken and dull compared to its normal bright hue. "You're stunning, as always."

Bloom snorted. "Don't be getting any improper thoughts there mister."

Valtor stood up and took off his shirt in a single moment making Bloom's breath catch in her throat as low lights of candles perfectly accentuated his lean muscles. He was left standing in his signature purple pants but he showed no desire to remove them even as he gathered his hair in a messy bun at the top of his head and stepped into the bath behind Bloom.

Bloom squealed as the water spilled over the edge thanks to the added weight. Valtor pushed her forward a bit, making her bend her legs slightly as he settled himself comfortably behind her, still dressed in his pants. The water continued spilling over as he pulled Bloom to rest her back against his front, but all that Bloom could think about was the heart attack maids will get when one of them inevitably stumbles upon the mess. He leaned towards her, his abdominal muscles practically glued to her back as his hand removed the wet strands of her hair from her shoulders and neck.

He trailed a path of gentle, barely there, kisses across her collarbone. "Don't you know?" He spoke in a low voice that made butterflies scatter all across Bloom's lower abdomen.

"Know what?" She didn't sound breathless, that's what she kept telling herself as Valtor's hands started massaging her shoulders gently.

"Each of my thoughts about you is improper."

Bloom gasped as Valtor's hands started roaming across her chest, his skillful fingers dancing across her skin and lighting her on fire. The butterflies in her abdomen seemed to have evaporated into a pool of steaming hot want, and she gripped the edge of the bath as she felt the heat rushing south. His name was a prayer on her lips as he continued placing feather light kisses where he could reach. His hands slipped underneath the water, one of them around her waist, supporting her as the other one continued its path towards the place she needed him the most.

Valtor avoided the place she wanted him to touch and instead he gripped the soft flesh of her inner thigh as Bloom moaned and threw her head back, giving Valtor more access to her neck. With her head resting on his shoulder, he took the opportunity to explore the thin column of her neck, sucking a bruise to the place he knew clothes wouldn't be able to cover. The thumb of his hand that supported her waist grazed the excited flesh with every movement and Bloom's toes clenched in anticipation.

She heard Valtor chuckle next to her ear, his teeth gently nibbling on the shell, the sound sending bolts of lightning all across her body. She gripped the flesh of his arm as his fingers came dangerously close to her core, but not close enough to alleviate her of the frenzy she found herself in. How he managed to make her so worked up in such short period of time was a complete mystery to her. The flame in her chest burned brighter every time his fingers danced across an erogenous zone but failed to stick around long enough to be anything but a teasing graze.

"Please." It wasn't necessarily the plea as much as the needy, desperate tone of her voice that made Valtor give in and finally place his hand where she desperately needed him to touch her. At the first touch of hot fingers against the wet flesh, Bloom's hips snapped upwards, her spine curved as she let a small, breathless "Fuck yes." slip between her lips. The temperature in the bathroom rose for several degrees as Valtor spoke encouraging things against the skin of Bloom's cheek, the friction his fingers caused forcing her to curve in a way that allowed her maximum contact. At the end, it was the combined effort his touches provided together with his voice telling her to let go, that made her snap like a string of coiled rubber band. The tension broke as waves of ecstasy rushed across her body, her toes clenching as she sobbed softly while Valtor's fingers continued gliding across her skin. She collapsed, utterly boneless, against his chest when the final bolt of pleasure ran through her, making her twitch.

She closed her eyes under the thick mist of blissful silence and endorphin rush, Valtor's voice in her ear seemingly miles away. She felt the water disappearing around her as the feeling of being lifted into the air reached her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Valtor as he carried her outside, the air turning dry and slightly cold against her heated skin. Her eyes stayed closed even as he muttered a quick spell to dry them both off and lower her onto the bed. She listened as he finally got rid of his pants and shuffled quietly to the bed before slipping in as carefully as possible.

Valtor wrapped his arms around her protectively as Bloom snuggled deeper into his chest. The last thought that ran through her head before she finally slipped into the unconsciousness was that perhaps, it was him, or lack of him in this case, that caused her to loose sleep.

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Please prompt number 2, if you can of course!!! Ah, Bloom says "Kiss me" only if you can.

I am so fucking sorry you had to wait this long. I hope it doesn't happen again, or at least the wait isn't as long. Hope you enjoy.

Damn wizards. Bloom cursed in her head as another pretty powerful beam was aimed directly at her, only narrowly missing her as she managed to side step it, while she struggled to put on a shield. Of course they had to run to Omega, into the coldest and probably the most dangerous dimension there is. Of course, she was immensely grateful they didn't chose some sort of populated area for this battle, but icicles and sharp objects flying from the ceiling of the cave really weren't her idea of an ideal date. They were more in the realm of an ice witch. The thought of Icy made her shudder and loose focus for a brief second.

"Bloom!" Sharp voice echoed through the cave as another spell flew over her head. She barely managed to turn around to face the one that called her before she was pulled to the side, and what she would come to realize only a second later out of the harms way, when a painful groan rung out next to her. She turned towards the figure the floor and nearly threw up when she saw blood on it.

Valtor was laying on the floor, clutching his bleeding arm with an impressive gash on it, and Bloom would've made a joke about him acting like a prince on a white horse if she wasn't so busy trying to hold the content of her stomach there where it belonged. She stood in a stupor for a few seconds but another painful groan snapped her out of it. She dropped down next to Valtor in a crouch as her hands roamed over the injury,as if she wasn't sure what she should do.

"Layla don't!" Stella's shriek made her turn around only to see Layla disappear after the wizards, that she didn't even realize stopped throwing spells at them, deeper into the Omega. Bloom turned back towards Valtor who gripped her arm and gently shoved her away from her as he struggled to stand up. She wanted to ask what the hell is he doing when she noticed Brandon rushing towards them as Morgana held a shield to protect her warrior fairies and specialists.

"Go after them!" Valtor was shouting words at her but his voice seemed muffled, almost as if she was hearing him through a thick fog, compared to the loud noise falling debris made as it collided with the icy floor.

She shook her head negative. "You're hurt! I can fix it! I just need a couple of minutes!" She saw his eyes widen comically as Brandon finally reached them and grabbed Valtor under his good arm and hauled him up. Bloom rose with them, her hand with magic, gathered in the coiled fist, still hovered above his wound.

Valtor shook off Brandon's hands as he leaned closer to Bloom and gripped her forearms. "They need you more than I do! Layla needs you! I'll be alright! Now go give those wizards hell!" When he healized she was still hesitating and that she was about to protest, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to himself as his forhead came to rest against her own, which was an unusual sight because he had to bend down quite a bit despite the fact she was in heels and she tilted her head up towards him as far as it would go.

The tension between the two former enemies was palpable from the moment the portal to Gardinia opened and no one was immune to it. Since the now-on-the-good-side Valtor stepped through the gates of Alfea in an effort to combine forces with fairies to battle one of his acquaintances, Ogron, who apparently rubbed him the wrong way in the past, the sparks flying from both guardians of the dragon flame were hard to ignore. Even Sky seemed to recognize the not so innocent glances the two sent to each other on a daily basis, and therefore letting Bloom go seemed like the only rational option. Bloom was pretty sure there was even a bet going on between the specialists and the Winx girls whose primary focus was the relationship of the two guardians. She heard Stella complaining once, when she thought Bloom wasn't listening, about how she will lock them up in a magic room until they... talked their way through their problems. Mind you, talked was not the term Stella used.

Valtor squeezed Bloom's hips in a bruising grip and the flashbacks seemed to evaporate before her eyes. His sharp features slid back into focus and Bloom opened her mouth to say something but Valtor was slightly faster about it. "There is something I've been meaning to talk to you about! But in order to do that you need to go there," he pointed behind her in the direction wizards of the black circle disappeared, "and win this battle!" She opened her mouth again to finally say something only to realize she had nothing to say. She snapped her mouth shut and nodded. "Go! We'll be fine!" And just like that she broke out of his hold and rushed towards the battle sounds.

Valtor turned around on his heels and this time grabbed still shocked Brandon and pulled him towards the protective dome Morgana struggled to keep up. His arm stung unpleasantly but the bleeding stopped and regeneration already started knitting torn ligaments and tissue together. His commanding voice rung out. "Alright, let's get out of here." No one dared to argue, well almost no one.

"What about the girls, we can't just leave them to fight the wizards alone?" The blonde prince was sending glares in Valtor's way but they weren't as hostile as he expected. Valtor turned his head to look at the place where Bloom dissapeared.

"Layla is their responsibility, and besides, we ourselves are more of a liability than help. "

Sky nodded and Valtor grabbed one of the injured fairies while specialists helped the rest as they made their way out.

Ground shook beneath Valtor's feet as an epic battle raged in the tunnels beneath the ground. Valtor could feel pulses of magic, light and dark beams equally strong, until something seemed to happen and light magic prevailed. Valtor held his breath. Time seemed to stop. Not even a single sound was heard. Seconds passed. Until a familiar beating of wings disrupted the eerie silence and six fairies flew out. Valtor's heart climbed into his throat. The winx seemed to be one fairy short, one fiery fairy short to be precise. Valtor focused on the flame raging in his chest as it searched for it's other half. The pull in his chest seemed to get stronger until it almost bursted from it's place of residence when he saw Bloom flying out with Nebula in tow. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief as cheers of both the Winx and the rest of the fairies rung through the valley.

The Frutti Music bar was overflowing with people. Andy and his band took the stage as Roxy served drinks to the impatient customers and Klaus hurriedly mixed cocktails behind the bar. Everything seemed to return to normal, almost like nothing happened in the first place. That was one of the things Valtor never understood about humans. No matter how big of a trouble they seemed to find themselves in, they never lost hope. His arm almost healed in the few hours but Flora insisted that he should wear a bandage just in case the wound reopened.

His gaze ran over the bar, searching for a group of six fairies, or more precisely, searching for a head full of bright red hair that somehow always managed to stand apart from every environment and every crowd. He found what he was looking for on the other end of the bar and he made his way towards them. As he drew closer he noticed another blob of silver hair that belonged to only one person Valtor knew. An arm grabbed Valtor's biceps and he turned towards the owner.

Brandon handed him a cocktail and Valtor's confusion must've been pretty obvious because Brandon shrugged and said, "I figured you'd want something to drink before you face Faragonda."

Valtor laughed, a deep sound coming somewhere from his stomach, even his shoulders shook with it. "I am unsure just how much it will help me relax, considering the fact I usually indulge in something a bit stronger... but I appreciate the effort."

"I didn't believe Stella when she told me you can be pleasant to be around."

Valtor raised a questioning eyebrow. "What is your opinion now?"

"That I should always believe what my girlfriend says."

Valtor chuckled. "I'd take that with a grain of salt. After all, I can also be really unpleasant."

"Oh we know." He slapped Valtor on his shoulder. "Good luck man. You'll need it." Valtor had a sneaky suspension Brandon wasn't refering to a meeting with a headmistress of Alfea. He looked at the retrieving back of specialist with a smirk on his face. Who knew not all of them were just fools with an inflamed ego and fancy swords.

He shook his head and took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and then grimaced. The cocktail was definitely something that Stella or Flora would prefer. Fruity and sweet. He stepped towards the group he originally intended to meet and managed to catch what Faragonda was saying. "I'm extremely proud of you girls."

"You should be." His booming voice reached them and Faragonda jumped a bit, startled, as seven pairs of eyes turned towards him. "They did defeat the wizards all by themselves." He locked eyes with Bloom who had a smile on her face and Valtor felt his lips twitch upwards.

"Something happened to your arm Valtor?"

"An icicle fell on it. Just don't tell me you're worried about me Faragonda. I'll start thinking you care." Valtor rolled his eyes as sarcasm dripped from every word.

"What a shame it only grazed your arm. I would think that enormous head of yours makes for a convenient target. It's so massive it probably has it's own gravitational pull." Faragonda smirked and it looked surprisingly evil on her.

"Are you sure you're a fairy and not a witch Faragonda? Might wanna erase that smirk from your face unless you want people to start thinking otherwise. " Valtor looked at her with challenge in his eyes as his lips formed in an evil grin that would scare lesser beings but it only managed to irritate Faragonda.

"Touché Valtor."

"Thank you, I try." He handed the fruity cocktail to Stella that tried really hard to resist laughing at the irritated face of her headmistress, but some giggles still escaped, as she held Flora's arm for support. He turned towards Bloom who now had a hand across her mouth so Faragonda wouldn't see her laughing but the adorable wrinkles around her eyes crinkled, a clear sign she was smiling. He made a gesture with his head that indicated she should come with him when she finally finished laughing and looked at him. He heard Stella squeal in excitement as Flora gasped when Solarian princess gripped her arm. Bloom bit her lip and took Valtor's offered hand as he lead them to the beach and away from the crowd. He heard Stella scream about how 'It's finally happening!' And Flora's gentle voice telling her to calm down because 'You're crushing my arm Stella.'

They walked hand in hand through the crowd, some of the guests giving them weird looks, but Valtor's intimidating form seemed to part the said crowd like a Red sea. She stopped at the exit that lead to the beach, Valtor offering his support while she bent down to take off her shoes because she learned that high heels and sand don't really mix that well. She once again took his hand when her bare feet touched the now pleasantly warm and no longer scorching hot sand but she also went step further, something that greatly surprised Valtor, when she intertwined their fingers.

They walked hand in hand for a while, not daring to break a rather pleasant silence. When they were far enough from praying eyes of the people Valtor finally stopped and turned towards the ocean. He was eager to get Bloom alone but now that they actually were alone he started wondering if it was really a good idea. He felt Bloom's eyes drilling a hole at the back of his neck but he patiently waited for her to make the first move and break the ice so to speak.

"So..." her voice broke through and Valtor turned towards her, "you wanted to talk. Well here we are. What did you want to tell me?"

Valtor chuckled bitterly. "I wanted to talk to you about... us. But now I'm not sure if that's a good idea."

She crossed her arms underneath her chest. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Not in the way you would think. I know I... like you." He inhaled sharply, "Dragon, I sound like a teenage boy."

Bloom giggled at that statement but Valtor could see if was forced. "But?"

"I don't know if this will work." Admitting that he didn't know something wasn't simple for him and he realized Bloom knew it as well when her lips pressed together in a small but embarrassed smile. "I know we have... something. Something is obviously here but... will that something be enough to keep us motiva-"

"Kiss me." She interrupted him with a phrase Valtor never thought he would hear directed at him. His mouth opened and closed but no sound escaped. He was shocked into silence.

"W-What?"

"Kiss me." She repeated loud and clear. "You want to know if the chemistry we have will be enough to... get us through it." She lowered her gaze as blush appeared on her cheeks. She shrugged. "It's like a Schrodinger's cat. We won't know unless we try." Her eyes swept across all the surfaces she could find until they locked on Valtor's shocked one's. She squirmed and averted her gaze as she started fidgeting and her arms came to hug herself in order to make herself appear smaller. "Of course if you don't want to that's ok I was just making a sug-"

In all the rush she was in to excuse her impulsive words she failed to notice that Valtor finally got over his shock and has quickly reduced the distance between their bodies. This time it was Bloom that got interrupted as Valtor cupped her face and did exactly what she asked him to do. He sealed their lips together, cutting off her nervous speech in the best way possible. There was no firework or explosion behind closed eyelids, just an incredible heat that coursed through their veins. He felt Bloom's breath hitch but she quickly recovered and her arms came to grip his shoulders as she stood on her tip toes and craned her neck upwards. Valtor chuckled at her attempts to make this easier on him but took pity when she whined and pressed her lips harder against his. He bent down as his tongue swept over her lower lip, asking for a permission that she granted without any resistance, and his arms came to wrap around her waist before he picked her up and she let out a noise of surprise as her feet no longer stood on firm surface.

Bloom was first to break the kiss as her teeth came to bite her already swollen lips. "Wow." It was the first thing she spoke since he kissed her and he laughed at her surprised expression and astonished whisper.

"Wow indeed." He lowered her feet back on the ground but she swayed for a second so he kept his arms on her waist just in case she got light headed. "So... is the cat alive?"

"Alive and kicking." Her hands gripped his shirt.

"Hmmm."

"Maybe we should, ehem, repeat the experiment a few more times... just so we're sure in the result." Valtor's pupils dilated and his grip on her waist tightened.

"We should be careful." His voice was a growl and Bloom shuddered visibly. "We might set something on fire."

"Well," Bloom smiled as she lifted her head up once again and her hands started tugging on his shirt to get him closer. "at least there's an ocean to extinguish any wild fires we might cause."

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Sparxshipping AU ideas

So you guys know the drill by now. You see something you think i will be able to write, you send a request. This time around i will be accepting only one number, except for the numbers that can be combined with other number(s). So without further ado... here we go. (Btw i still have some requests in my inbox but i will get to them, i promise. I just need a change of scenery a bit)

Actors AU

Assassin AU

Bartender/Waitress AU

Bodyguard AU

Bounty Hunter AU

Celebrity AU

CEO/Boss AU

College AU

Criminal AU

Dancers AU

Gang/Mafia AU

Model AU

Neighbors AU

Police AU

Spy AU

Street racers AU

Tattoo shop AU

Thief AU

There you go, feel free to send me a number and the answers might be slightly delayed, depending on my schedule.

Also, i will be posting which numbers are already taken in order to avoid double requests. I will be crossing them from the list once they're taken

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3,6,15,19 Please and thank you.😘

3."You're an idiot." "But you love me."

6."Could you say that again?" "Were you not listening?" "No I was, I just like hearing your voice."

15."I love seeing you smile."

19."Isn't the view beautiful?"

Okay so it's been a while *laughs awkwardly*. Yeah i know there's not a lot of excuses i can use but in my defense, final year of high school is stressful okay. Still, sorry for the long wait.

Bloom walked along the moon lit beach in Gardenia, the loud chatter from Frutti Music still ringing in her ears, as she moved to get away from all the noise. She stumbled slightly over a lonely rock that was buried in the sand and chucked it into the ocean. She watched, in a trance like state, as rock broke the tension of the water and waves began to move away from an epicenter, much like the simulation of seismic waves from an epicenter during an earthquake. She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself as cold wind swept over her small form. She resisted the urge to shiver.

Suddenly, something landed on her shoulders and spicy smell that she always associated with one particular person attacked her senses and she subconsciously gripped the item, that she identified as a male jacket, closer to her body.

"Isn't the view beautiful?" A rich baritone rung out behind her, ever so slightly sarcastic, and Bloom once again had to resist the urge to shiver, only not from cold this time. She furrowed her brows as she looked at the horizon where seemingly black ocean blended perfectly with the same black sky. The only way to tell the two apart were the stars that adorned the sky.

"Or at least it would be, if not for light pollution we would be able to see the Milky Way." The voice continued and Bloom turned to face the intruder that took the liberty to follow her.

"Not that I don't appreciate your company, Valtor... but what are you doing here?" The longhaired man chose to ignore her question, which still never failed to anger Bloom despite the months they've spent together. He moved closer instead.

"Did you know that Earth's position is not only perfect regarding it's place in the solar system but also regarding it's place in the whole galaxy?" He asked as he came to stand right next to her while never taking his eyes off the night sky.

Bloom frowned. If he wanted to play that way, so be it. "Yes I did. Did you know that due to a fact that the diameter of Sun is 400 times greater than that of a Moon but due to a fact that it is also 400 times farther from Earth, the Moon and Sun appear the same size and therefore Solar eclipse is only possible here?"

Valtor raised an eyebrow. "Well someone has been taking an astronomy class." He looked at Bloom as she proudly lifted her chin and corner of her lips raised into a smirk. "What else can you tell me?"

Bloom's eyes snapped to meet his ice colored irises. "And why should I tell you anything? I obviously came here to be alone, not to give out space facts, in case you didn't get the memo."

"And she bites." He chuckled as Bloom leveled him with her meanest glare. It only succeeded in raising his mood and Bloom turned red from anger, the shade of her cheeks almost matching the shade of her hair, and Valtor swore that in a minute smoke would be coming out of her ears. "Humor me princess. What else do you know?"

"How about you tell me what you know?" She somehow managed to compose herself and she threw a smirk his way.

"Oh you should know by now that I don't like revealing my cards sweetheart." The nickname made her eye twitch. "Or are you just a bark with no bite?"

Bloom bit her lip and inhaled air through the gritted teeth as she clenched her fingers into a fist in order to avoid hauling a fireball at the cheeky bastard that seemed to enjoy her discomfort way too much. She raised her gaze to the sky to search a well known constellation. "Orion constellation has a specific shape in the night sky. Seven stars that make up the constellation may seem equally distanced from Earth but in fact they spam in range anywhere from 500 to 1600 light years apart. The second closest star to us, excluding the Sun, is Betelgeuse. It's a star that rests in the upper left quadrant. The star is extremely interesting because it is believed that it is at the very end of it's life and is also massive enough to become a supernova." She ranted as she started feeling tears gathering in her eyes.

Bloom didn't even notice as Valtor walked behind her and moved the hair from her shoulders. She continued spewing out facts that, quite frankly, impressed Valtor because he never expected her to have this passion. He himself was a bookworm when it came to a lot of things but astronomy was something he took great interest in. Bloom continued to ramble and Valtor could hear her voice breaking slightly, the events from earlier finally sinking in. He leaned in and ghosted his lips over her neck and Bloom gasped as she went completely still, her rant about stars completely forgotten.

"Could you say that again?" He whispered against her shoulder, his lips brushing her skin with every word.

This time there was no effort to hide the tremor going through her body. Her voice quivered. "Were you not listening?"

"No I was," He traced feather light kisses over her shoulders and collar bones before placing a proper, lingering kiss on the thin column of her neck. "I just like hearing your voice." Bloom turned to face him, tears brimming in her eyes and Valtor's gaze softened a touch. He will scold himself later for letting her have that power over him, but he forced himself to be here for her at this moment. He sighed. "You did everything you could today Bloom. You saved the city, you made Morgana rethink her decision, you beat Nebula."

"But I almost didn't." She whispered as first tear slid down her cheek. "I almost failed."

"But you didn't, Bloom."

"But what if I did, huh? What if I failed?" She shook her head as tears continued rolling down and hitting the soft sand beneath her feet.

"Alright, I've had enough." Anger colored his voice. "I'm not going to stand here and watch you have a pity party, you can do that by yourself."

"Then go!" She snapped at him. "Leave! Don't look at me then!" Her eyes narrowed at him.

Valtor sighed again, he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight, and stepped closer to her so he would be able to frame her face with his hands. "Who else am I supposed to look at then?" Bloom lowered her gaze and her head dropped slightly into his hands but Valtor could see her lower lip wobbling. He rolled his eyes. He stepped closer to her again as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I like looking only at you."

He leaned back as Bloom stood up straight to look him in the eyes. Her eyebrows arched mockingly when she saw him smirking. "You're an idiot." She shoved him lightly.

Valtor had an audacity to grin, teeth and all. "But you love me." His grin got even bigger when Bloom blushed but didn't deny the fact. She glanced at him at the corner of her eye and Valtor could see a small but honest smile on her red lips. "I love seeing you smile." It slipped from his mouth faster than he could squash the thought and he bit the inside of his cheek as her smile got a bit bigger. It was almost like his brain to mouth filter took a vacation every time he was around Bloom.

He was too busy organizing his thoughts and waking up Broca's area in his frontal lobe to notice how Bloom shuffled closer to him. He did notice, however, when she stood up on the tips of her toes and dragged him down slightly to place a lingering kiss on his cheek. "Thanks." She whispered against his skin as she pulled back.

Valtor stood there, slightly shocked, his pupils dialed to the point where the gray was nothing but a thin ring around it. He closed his eyes as he fought every instinct in himself to claim her lips and instead looked up at the sky as he cleared his throat. "So, Betelgeuse..."

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18 please. Stay safe

18. "I love you. You shouldn't."

How long have they been doing this? Secret meetings, hushed conversations, secret touches, longing looks... Bloom lost a track of time. She knew it was too good to be true, she knew it wouldn't, couldn't, last. They were enemies after all, they fought on the opposite sides of this deadly war when there could be only one victor. She knew this and yet she fell into a deadly trap of her emotions and raging libido mixed with her inexperience.

He told her once he had another form, one that was not willing but forced onto him by the witches, his mothers. He said it was disgusting, repulsive, revolting. He pronounced each word through gritted teeth as if he was having trouble getting them out and generally believing this is what his life has become. He refused to show it to her,said he didn't want her to look at him differently, underneath she could almost smell his fear that she would be disgusted by him when she finally realized with whom she was dealing with, with whom she chose to share her bed with.

Standing in front of burgundy monster right now she realized nothing could've prepared her for what's inevitably about to come. She closed her eyes, loosing focus for a second until Stella's voice shook her out of that trance. "Bloom, what do we do?" Her voice trembled and it was clear as day that she was afraid of the... thing in front of them. Bloom had to agree. She was never afraid of Valtor, but this... this wasn't Valtor. This was some sick and twisted curse that the ancestors of the Trix placed on, what she has come to understand, a honest and passionate man she fell in love with.

Bloom took a deep breath, mentally preparing for what's about to happen, and spoke with all emotion gone from her voice. "I have an idea. It's a spell I learned on Pyros, but I need you to distract him." She stopped paying attention to her surroundings when Helia wrapped his ropes around monster's neck and instead focused on her inner flame and releasing the said flame to find it's other half.

The blackout only lasted for a few seconds but to her it seemed like years. When she finally came through the sight that greeted her almost made her wish she didn't. Valtor stood in front of her, his back turned to the world, silver shackles on his wrists and his head down staring at his bound hands. He didn't seem to hear her as she flew down and planted her feet on the solid ground. When she tried to speak, a strangled noise left her vocal cords, but it seemed to be enough to get Valtor's attention.

"Bloom!" He exclaimed and then seemed to realize the volume of his voice. He looked her up and down almost in disbelief, like he couldn't believe she was standing before him. "What are you doing here?"

"I came for you." The phrase was said with a lot of determination but also weariness because she wasn't sure what his reaction to her showing up would be. His eyes almost bugged out of his skull.

"Came for me? Are you insane? You need to go! You can't help me Bloom. No one can. So just, do me,and yourself, a favor and run. Get out of here while you still can!" His voice slowly grew in volume until he was shouting. She could see him shaking in a desperate attempt to keep himself in order. "Please Bloom." A whisper of a broken man, "Just leave me here."

"I can't do that!" Tears were streaming down her face like a waterfall, a picture he would decorate with so many kind words to make her believe she's just as beautiful when she's crying as when she's laughing. "I can't just leave you! Valtor, I lov-"

"DON'T say it." He made a step towards her, silver jewelry on his wrists clanging and creating a chilling noise that made her blood run cold. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

She stepped towards him as well, hell bent on meeting him half way but she saw him recoil and take a step back when he realized what she was doing. "Please, just listen to me." Her voice was shaking like a lone leaf on a wind. "We can still fix this. We can have THIS." She gestured between the two of them. "We can still have us. Valtor I-" a deep breath in "I love you."

A shuddering exhale on his part. She could see his shoulders shake but she couldn't see his face because he leaned his chin on his chest, his hair falling around him like a curtain. "You shouldn't." He whispered with incredible difficulty and if Bloom didn't know any better she'd say he's crying. "You shouldn't love me, Bloom." He raised his tear stained eyes to her and she gasped at the sudden and incredibly intimate display of emotion.

She smiled and took another step forward. This time he stayed in place. "And yet," another step, "here we are." She was close enough to take his face into her hands and press a kiss on his neck because that was as far as she could reach. "Please..." she pleaded as she bit her lip nervously, "let me try."

He exhaled shakily against her forehead and she felt a hot kiss that was being pressed on the crown of her head. "Alright." That was all conformation she needed and with a happy cry she pulled herself away from him and then mentally blacked out as she focused on removing all the traces of curse from his soul.

Screams echoed around her, his agonizing screams, and she realized too late she was hurting him but there was no stopping now. The curse had to be removed no matter the outcome. She pressed her hands on her ears to muffle the noise around and concentrated on doing what she came here to do. Save Valtor. The heat of the fire burned her and she felt all the strength leaving her. Last thing she heard before passing out was a shout of her name.

Mumbling and panicked voices brought her back. She opened her eyes, her vision blurry, and Stella's unfocused outline materialized before her. "You did it Bloom, you defeated the monster!" She squealed and pounced on her still half unconscious friend.

"Valtor," she somehow managed through her dry and raw throat, "where is he?" She saw Stella smile in the corner of her eye as she pointed to something behind them all. She got to her feet and carefully walked towards the lump on the floor that, she only now realized, had a carpet of long hair and a burgundy coat on. She crouched down in front of him and extended her arm toward the man laying there. She closed her eyes, afraid of the result, afraid of the fact that she's the one that might've ended his life.

Her fingers came into contact with his shoulder and at that moment there was a gasp and a series of coughs coming from him and terrified shouts of "He's alive! Bloom, get away from him!" on the side. Bloom cared for none of that. She helped Valtor turn around on his back and sit up before she crawled onto his lap and buried her face in his shoulder while sobs shook her body. Stella's "Get away from her you bastard!" and Flora's calming "Wait Stella, he's not hurting her." could be heard but Bloom paid attention to not one of those things because all she could hear was Valtor's strong heart beat and his quiet "I love you." spoken directly into her ear.

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Could you do 7 and 11 for sparxshipping fluff, please? Also, I love your blog ❤️

7. "I am right here."

11. "You made me a better person."

Valtor jumped up in bed, his hands stretched out forward in a grabbing motion, as he continued to take in large gulps of air in order to slow his heartbeat down to normal. He swallowed nervously and inhaled a large amount of air, counted to ten, and then exhaled through his mouth. He continued this process until he felt confident enough he won't pass out if he left the bed. He closed his eyes and bailed his hands into fists, his short nails digging into his palms, pain sobering him up.

He sighed and turned his head to the side where he felt movement. Bloom was laying on her side, her leg thrown over both of his, her hands stretching forward where his body was mere minutes ago and fisting his pillow before she snatched it and hugged it, inhaling the scent as she buried her head into it. Valtor looked away and bit his lip.

He rubbed his hands over his face as he exhaled shakily into them. A sudden flow of some rather unfamiliar emotions caused his breath to hitch as moisture gathered in his eyes. Valtor could count on one hand number of times he had cried during his long life. The times he cried in front of someone else was even smaller. In fact, he recalled only one such incident. A resurfacing memory pushed even more tears into his eyes and he was powerless to stop them. He buried his face in his hands as his shoulders shook with silent sobs.

The recollection of his vivid nightmare that triggered the potential emotional landslide forced him to gently grip Bloom's knee and remove it from his legs so he could slide out of bed unnoticed. He bit his lip almost to the point of bleeding and gripped the sheets on the bed as he sat on the edge while trying to control his breathing. He turned towards Bloom, whose shirt has risen up completely exposing her stomach, in order to convince himself that flashing images from his nightmare were just a product of his overactive imagination. He wiped the tears from his face and dragged the edge of blanket over Bloom's small frame, tucking the edge of it near her neck and therefore covering all the patches of naked skin, shielding her from chilly night air. He bent down and removed a fiery strand from her face as he pressed a lingering kiss on her temple.

Valtor opened the doors leading to the adjoined balcony and stepped into the cold night air. The wind ruffled up his already tangled, sweaty hair and he felt goosebumps appear on his arms and torso. Days on Domino were warm but nights at this time of the year were pretty chilly and sometimes outright cold. This was one of the cold nights. Valtor placed his forearms on the railing and leaned his whole body onto it. It creaked but showed no signs of breaking and caving in under his weight. He lifted up his head and focused his gaze on finding constellations. He named all the stars he recognized and focused on those that he didn't know, mentally putting a little checkmark on the file 'refresh your memory on constellations and stars'.

He was so focused on pushing the memory of nightmare away he didn't hear soft footsteps behind him. Bloom's tired voice snapped him out of his trance. "It's a bit late for stargazing isn't it?" Valtor turned towards her, his hair hitting him in the face from a combined force of a sudden movement and wind. He raised his hands in an effort to remove the strands that managed to crawl into his mouth. He heard Bloom's quiet laugh at his, weirdly enough, nervous antics. She seemed to recognize his actions as something out of the ordinary as well,her brows creating a frown. "What's wrong?" Valtor shook his head and lowered his gaze and that seemed to agitate her worry even more so she took a few steps closer to him, reducing the distance to only 30 centimeters.

"Nothing." His voice cracked. "Nothing is wrong." This one he spoke without any tremors but he wanted to kick himself because he allowed his weakness to show in the first place. Bloom obviously didn't buy his excuses and took another step forward as her hand came to cup his face and he flinched. The flinch was a dead giveaway because Bloom spoke his name with such pity he wanted to simply crawl into a hole and never come out.

"Valtor look at me..." she cupped his face in both hands when he refused to comply with her request. "Please," she whispered, "look at me."

She gasped when he raised his eyes, undoubtedly red rimmed from a crying fit he had earlier, to meet her worried blue ones and Valtor felt another fresh batch of tears rushing to his eyes. Bloom opened her mouth to say something but Valtor beat her to it as his own hands came to grip her wrists. "I'm alright. Don't worry." He kissed her palms and squeezed his eyes closed as he forced himself to not cry this time.

"You're not alright, you're crying Valtor, I've... I've never seen you cry." She whispered the last part almost as if she wasn't sure if what she was saying is real or just a hallucination and a trick of light. Valtor chuckled. "Don't laugh..." she hit his chest, "I didn't even know it was possible."

"I can cry Bloom. I just choose not to... or I just don't cry that often." He smiled at her when the tears finally dried up behind his closed eyelids and he was able to look at her without the fear of his dignity diminishing even more. He sighed. "It was just a nightmare, nothing more. They don't usually provoke such emotional response from me, but I suspect my tendency to bottle things up more than I let them out lead to this... emotional episode."

Bloom listened with bated breath not daring to make a sound in fear of making Valtor put up his shields again. When he finished his explanation and she saw his shoulders relaxing she allowed herself to breathe again. Valtor was still holding her wrists in his hands and Bloom flattened her palms so they once again framed his face as she stepped even closer to him so the distance between their bodies now became zero. She stood on her tip toes and brushed her lips against his in the gentlest kiss they even shared. She trailed kisses that were no more than brush of lips against skin all the way to his ear, when she dropped down to the soles of her feet, dragging him down in the process as he let out a noise of surprise at her actions. She threw her hands, finally free, around his neck and broad shoulders and hugged him tightly. "You don't have to go through this alone." She whispered. "I am right here."

Valtor buried his nose in her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her waist as he crushed her against his chest. He placed a kiss on her naked collarbone and trailed a path of kisses, similar to her own only a bit rougher, all the way to her lips where he captured them in a long and passionate dance. They broke the kiss simultaneously and Valtor rubbed his nose against hers in an eskimo kiss. "I don't tell you this enough, I know that, and I know I should tell you this more often but... You made me a better person. And you're continuing to do so every day."

Bloom's lower lip quivered and she buried her head in his chest as she slapped his arm. "Idiot... look what you've done, now you're gonna make me cry."

He chuckled. "How do I make you feel better then?"

"Say things like that to me more often. As it is, I'm too unaccustomed to words of praise from you that aren't sarcasm."

Valtor laughed and kissed her head. Another cold gust of wind swept by and Valtor felt Bloom shiver in his arms. And then he remembered what she was wearing when he left her. He frowned. "Bloom?" He asked.

"Hmmm?"

"Why are you wearing that thin shirt and almost next to nothing shorts? Can't you feel it's too cold for it?"

Bloom snorted. "Sorry dad, next time I will be more careful."

Valtor's eyes narrowed. "Who are you calling dad? Are you trying to say I'm old?"

"Valtor you are old."

"Oh that's IT!" Bloom screamed as Valtor took her in a fireman carry and slapped her on the butt. "I'll show you who is old." She giggled when she heard him grumble. But that giggle was quickly replaced by a gasp as Valtor threw her on the bed and the doors slammed behind them leaving all the bad feelings to be frozen and swept away by the winds in the cold night on a once forgotten planet.

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Hello, I wanted to ask you for a special shipment for Valentine's Day that is about the wedding of bloom and valtor and their married life, I would appreciate it very much, I hope I will not be a bother, thank you. ps: I love your writing bye.

First of all, of course you can have special shipment for valentine's day that is about the wedding of Bloom and Valtor and their married life.

Secondly, thank you so much for your kind words. You guys can't even believe how much your encouragement means to me.

Thirdly, I have like 5 more requests sitting in my inbox but please be patient, i promise to get to them as soon as possible. School is sitting on my chest currently. They will be done, the only question is when will I find the necessary time to do them.

Ok so without further ado, here we go. I decided to do this headcanon style, but if you guys want full fledged wedding or married life ff, just send in a request and it'll be done (eventually).

Sparxshipping wedding/married life headcanons (valentine's day special)

Engagement

Weirdly enough, it took place on Earth instead of Domino. Valtor organized an incredible evening in a rather nice restaurant, invited both of her families and all of her closest friends, Winx and specialists, including Sky (Bloom remained on friendly terms with the guy after the break up). The plot twist, he never told anyone he planned to propose. His manners and etiquette threatened to kick him in the ass for not asking Oritel for his permission to marry his daughter, but he had a hunch his future father in law would say "No." and that would do more harm than good in the future. Mike was more fond of him, especially when he noticed his rival (Oritel seemed to have the habit of making people dislike him) hated the magician with passion.

Valtor picked out the ring months before and he was just waiting for the perfect moment to present his beloved with it. The perfect moment seemed to strike when Bloom said one evening she always wanted to get all her friends and both of her families together on one big dinner in some nice Earth restaurant so they can all just chill for one night (she wanted to show her birth parents the planet she grew up on and she also wanted it to have a symbolic meeting for all of her friends). So when the opportunity struck, Valtor took it and wouldn't let go. Bloom protested to him organizing and paying for dinner she wanted but he had none of it and simply told her to 'relax and leave it all in his capable hands'.

All of Bloom's friends accepted the call immediately but Oritel made Valtor sweat for a few days before even he succumbed to his daughter's invitation (also, he suspected Marion had her fingers in tipping the king over the edge because if Valtor learned anything while he worked in the palace 20+ years ago, it was that Marion, despite her innocent looking facade, was quite the blackmailer and if he deduced correctly, she wore the pants in that household).

He was not nervous for a moment while he planned the whole thing even though he expected it at least on some level. But nothing could've prepared him for that moment when the dinner was done and they all stood up to leave the restaurant. The minutes were agonizing for him and despite everything he started second guessing his decision. It took all of his self control not to chicken out.

As it turned out, he had nothing to be anxious about, because as soon as he dropped to one knee, Oritel made an inhuman sound in the background, and popped the question while presenting Bloom with the ring, she threw herself on him and screamed 'YES!" in his ear. He could vaguely hear her friends screaming from excitement and happiness, that was mostly Stella, and one not so very happy voice saying "God damnit NO!", but he paid them no attention as his shaky fingers slipped the ring on Bloom's equally shaky hands. She threw her hands around his neck and kissed him while happy tears streamed down her face.

Wedding

The newly engaged couple was in no hurry to tie to knot and that seemed to displease everyone, mainly Stella because she wanted to go shopping for wedding dresses and bridesmaids dress (not that she needed the excuse to go shopping but 'Guysssss, this is special!'), but Oritel. As far as Valtor managed to catch, he was persistent in making his daughter change his mind about marrying Valtor. Then, overnight it seemed to him, Oritel started being more friendly and willing to spend some time with Valtor to 'get to know him'. He didn't understand the sudden shift in the beginning, but when his fiance took time to explain she threatened to burn all the expensive curtains in the palace if the king doesn't start minding his own business, everything fell into place.

The wedding preparations took over a month when they actually started planning, which was well over two years after the engagement but they figured, if they waited this long, they can wait a bit longer too. It was decided that the wedding will take place on Andros where their first official meeting happened, on a Colosseum he created to save her life when Icy's ice block knocked her unconscious into the water. Flora offered the help with the decorations, Stella dragged Bloom dress shopping and Musa and the rest of the fairies took care of other essentials in consultation with the wedding planner Bloom and Valtor personally picked out.

Despite the fact they already live together, they decided to somewhat respect the tradition and spent the night before the wedding separately. This was partially done to make Oritel a bit more docile at their wedding and to honor the tradition of groom not seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding. They both had difficulty with that as was evident when neither of them could sleep that night, their bodies and fire inside too accustomed to the other being near. Bloom spent the night on Domino and Valtor went back to Alfea. The parting kiss the two shared had to be interrupted by Marion and Vanessa, so neither Oritel nor Mike came out to see what's taking their daughter so long to say goodbye, before it turned into a heavy makeout session. The two had to be almost hauled apart, Marion and Vanessa holding Bloom as Daphne took Valtor by the collar of his shirt and dragged him away to Alfea.

The morning brought no relief however because Valtor was too busy lowkey freaking out and Bloom herself couldn't stop rushing around the palace to fetch stuff she needed despite the fact maids could bring it to her. Valtor's mental breakdown was stopped by Andy, his best man weirdly enough (they got really friendly after the whole Earth mission and black circle fiasco. There was originally a bit of jealousy on Valtor's part because Bloom seemed to really like Andy and it reached the peak when he found out they dated back in the day. But Andy's quirky personality and unending questioning about magic really brought them closer together and helped Valtor realize, Andy is one of the best humans to have around).

Bloom got her fair share of support from Stella, who even threatened to slap her friend on the wrist for not sleeping, but sympathy shone in her eyes when Bloom told her she couldn't sleep because Valtor wasn't there. She also made a quite inappropriate joke in a very inappropriate time just as her parents, both pairs, entered a room. "So you couldn't sleep because Valtor isn't here or was it the exercise that is done primarily beneath the sheets that you missed?" Oritel gripped the door frame so hard Bloom though she even heard it crack. Bloom blushed like a tomato and gritted her friend's name through her teeth but luckily blonde took the hint and shut her mouth.

As the wedding approached, Valtor got even more fidgety but tried to fight it because he knew in just a few short hours, Bloom will be his forever. All that time, Andy stood on the side and quietly laughed at the man and a friend he always associated with being stoic and good with covering up his emotions. He would've never thought Valtor of all people would succumb to something as trivial as wedding jitters.

When Bloom and her family, together with Stella arrived on Andros, guests and everybody else were moved to the place of ceremony, only Oritel and Mike remaining with her. Bloom decided she wanted to have both of her dads give her away at her wedding day. The tricky part was getting them to get along because Oritel wanted to be the one to give her away ("I'm her father, damn it! Why should I share my right to give away MY daughter on her wedding day?" "Oh please, you royal ass, you don't even like that lad she's marrying! Think of me as a supervisor that makes sure overprotective father of a bride doesn't actually STEAL his daughter so she can't marry!" "I'm the KING! I don't need supervision!" "If both of you don't SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY I'm going to walk down that isle alone." That phrase spoken by Bloom shut them up and the two, although with big frowns on their faces, reluctantly agreed)

Valtor's breath got stuck in his throat when he saw Bloom first time in a wedding dress. The dress had thin straps holding and supporting the dress on her delicate shoulders as the flowy lacy dress sat on her tiny frame perfectly. He saw her stop for a second as she took him in for the first time as well in a burgundy suit with a purple tie and handkerchief of the same color. He didn't even notice as both of Bloom's fathers kept shooting each other looks over their daughter's head during the walk. He only saw Bloom. He woke up from his daydream when Bloom's small delicate hand was placed in his by two larger hands, one belonging to Mike, other to Oritel. He nodded to both of them and gripped her hand like it's his lifeline.

The wedding officiate was saying some nonsense that Valtor didn't listen until it was time to exchange the rings and swear to each other for all eternity. When the ring exchange was done, when all that needed to be said was said and the famous, long awaited words "You may kiss the bride." were spoken Valtor finally relaxed and leaned down to kiss his wife for the first time. The crowd went wild, Stella screamed and Oritel almost fainted, Mike and Vanessa were seen wiping the tears from their eyes. Overall, the wedding was a success.

Roxy, to Andy's big surprise and delight, caught the bouquet. The three story cake was cut and smeared all over newly weds faces. Congratulations were proclaimed and a lot of kisses were shared. A carriage with unicorns, similar to the one on Daphne's wedding got rolled in the moment Bloom and Valtor's feet touched the solid ground. Bloom couldn't contain her excitement and she rounded straight to the unicorns while the guests and her husband said the last goodbye for at least a month. She was shaken out of her trance when Valtor grabbed her hand and then lifted her bridal style into his arms and stepped into the carriage with her in his arms. The couple waved to the crowd beneath and shared a kiss before the carriage disappeared into the portal.

Married life

They spent their honeymoon gallivanting around different worlds but they remained mostly on Earth. They both preferred warmer locations, so tropical resorts were where they chose to spend their honeymoon in. Bloom actually had no involvement in planning of the honeymoon so she was so pleasantly surprised when the portal opened on Maldives and she was greeted by a sight of turquoise water and small but fancy apartments built on water. For someone who seems to spit on a traditional views more than he follows them, she was surprised how many superficial, at least in his opinion, customs Valtor followed for her. Aside from deciding not to see her before the wedding as mentioned before, he also insisted on carrying her over the doorstep.

They spent the whole month without phones and annoying phonecalls from Stella, one of the main reasons why they chose not to bring anything but the emergency bracelet which can be used to contact either party only in a case of an emergency. They had to explain to Stella that new dress in Vogue was not an emergency and therefore, the bracelet was given to Techna because she was the only one they trusted not to abuse the right to call.

When they finally returned from honeymoon, and after they spent good hour and a half convincing Oritel Bloom's not pregnant, a joint decision was made that the newlyweds will be given the keys to the separate wing of the castle where their privacy was guaranteed (yeah right, as if Valtor will get anything even resembling privacy with Bloom while Oritel's around).

Their married life wasn't too different from their normal life. Valtor would wake up first most of the time and would make breakfast for Bloom. Bloom would sleep in most of the time when she didn't have to go anywhere and Valtor would sometimes have to use drastic measures to get her out of bed.

They shower together because 'it saves water', oh wait that was the excuse they used before they were married. Now they shower together because they're married and what they do doesn't concern anyone.

Life in the castle had some advantages but they'll be damned if it didn't have it's fair share of disadvantages as well. The biggest one being, well, Oritel. There were a few times they were almost caught in a compromising situation but somehow they always managed to avoid the full blast. They both knew it was only the matter of time however. Valtor was even tempted to leave the doors unlocked just so Oritel would get what he came to see and hopefully gauge his eyes out so he could longer disturb them. Bloom swatted him over the head for that one.

They both made an appointment not to sacrifice their friendships just because they're married so Winx were guests quite often.

Valtor still decided to teach in Alfea when it was absolutely necessary and when Faragonda asked him nicely few days in advance if he would be willing to teach the class. Bloom would sometimes sneak into the class as well and sit in the back. She would even take notes from time to time.

They would practice magic quite often together in the backyard of the castle that was customized for such situations. But their favorite place in the whole castle was Valtor's office/library where they could both spend hours in, while just reading books and drinking tea.

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