#trix icy x female reader

[horeformilfs]

I Told the Moon About You

Icy x Fem!Reader

TW: Loss, Grief, Shock, Suicide Attempt, Mentions of Self Harm

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Y/n sat in the courtyard of Alfea, her mind swirling with concern. It had been a week since she noticed Stella's change in behavior, and it was starting to eat at her. Stella, her older sister, had always been her confidante, someone she could share anything with. However, lately, there was a noticeable distance between them.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the magical school, Y/n gathered her courage. She approached Stella, who was conversing with the Winx, a group of fairies she had come to know well during her time at Alfea.

"Stella," Y/n began tentatively, "we need to talk."

Stella looked at her sister, her eyes briefly reflecting a mix of emotions before settling into a forced smile. "Can it wait, Y/n? We're in the middle of something here."

Y/n shook her head, her determination unwavering. "No, it can't wait. Something's been bothering you, and I can't stand seeing you like this. What's going on?"

Stella exchanged a quick glance with the Winx, who sensed the tension in the air. Y/n's eyes met Stella's, and the unspoken connection they had shared throughout their lives seemed to flicker.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Stella replied, avoiding eye contact.

Y/n's expression turned hurt, her voice tinged with disappointment. "Stella, we used to tell each other everything. Don't shut me out like this."

Before Stella could respond, the air around them crackled with dark energy. The Trix, notorious troublemakers, materialized in front of the group. The Winx immediately assumed defensive positions, ready for battle. However, Y/n remained surprisingly calm, almost indifferent to the threat before them.

Stella couldn't help but be puzzled. "Why aren't you bothered by them, Y/n?"

Y/n looked at the Trix with a steely gaze. "Because there are more important things to worry about right now."

Stella's confusion deepened, and she pressed, "What do you mean?"

Y/n sighed, her eyes conveying a mix of sadness and frustration. "I mean, you've been hiding something from me, Stella. Something big. I can feel it. And instead of confiding in your own sister, you're choosing to keep me in the dark."

The tension in the air grew thicker as Y/n continued pressing Stella about the hidden secret. Unbeknownst to them, the Trix observed from a distance, their interest piqued by the emotional turmoil between the two sisters.

Icy, who had been standing nearby, noticed the intensity of the conversation and sensed that something was amiss. She discreetly motioned to her fellow Trix members, Darcy and Stormy, directing their attention to the unfolding drama.

Y/n's persistent questioning finally wore down Stella's defenses. With a heavy sigh, Stella broke the silence, her voice trembling. "Y/n, our mom... she's gone. She died."

Y/n's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, she couldn't find the words to respond. The weight of the revelation hung heavily in the air. Stella attempted to reach out to her sister, but Y/n took a step back, a mixture of disbelief and pain etched on her face.

After a prolonged silence, Y/n managed to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. "How?"

Stella recounted the tragic details of the accident that claimed their mother's life. She revealed that the funeral had already taken place, a fact that shocked not only Y/n but also the nearby fairies, both Winx and Trix, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation.

The Trix exchanged glances, realizing that the situation had taken an unexpected turn. Meanwhile, the Winx were taken aback by the revelation, their concern shifting from the looming battle with the Trix to the family drama unfolding before them.

Stella, desperate to mend the rift with her sister, apologized, "Y/n, I'm so sorry. I should have told you sooner. I didn't want to burden you."

Y/n, however, remained silent. She turned away from Stella, the pain too raw to address at that moment. The confrontation had left her feeling betrayed and hurt. Without a word, Y/n walked away, leaving Stella behind, defeated and heartbroken.

Icy's protective instincts kicked in as she watched Y/n walk away, leaving Stella standing there with a heavy heart. Turning to Stella, Icy's tone was firm yet filled with concern, "Stella, you should have told her sooner, and the way you broke the news... it wasn't right. She needed more care, especially considering the circumstances."

Stella, feeling the weight of Icy's reproach, grew defensive. "And why do you even care, Icy? It's not your family. Why is Y/n so important to you?"

Icy's eyes narrowed, her protective stance unwavering. "Because she's my girlfriend, Stella. I care about her, and I won't stand by while she's hurt."

Stella was taken aback by Icy's admission, a mix of surprise and confusion on her face. Before she could respond, Icy made up her mind.

"I need to find her," Icy stated firmly, turning away from Stella. She then approached Darcy and Stormy, who had been watching the scene unfold.

"Icy, do you want us to come with you?" Darcy asked.

Icy hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "No, I'll go alone. It might be better for just me to handle this. I don't want Y/n to feel overwhelmed or overstimulated. You two stay here."

With that, Icy set off in search of Y/n, leaving behind the unresolved tension with Stella and the curious gazes of the Trix. The courtyard became a battleground of emotions, with the promise of both familial and romantic bonds hanging in the balance.

Icy retraced her steps through Alfea, searching every corner for any sign of Y/n. However, the elusive sister seemed to have vanished without a trace. Frustration gnawed at Icy as she returned to where Darcy and Stormy were waiting.

Before she could update them, Stella stormed up to Icy, her eyes accusing. "What did you do to Y/n? Where is she?"

Icy sighed, her patience wearing thin. "Stella, I didn't do anything to her. I've been looking for her, but she's nowhere to be found."

Stella crossed her arms, skepticism evident in her expression. "I find it hard to believe that you suddenly care so much about my sister. What are you up to?"

Icy's icy exterior cracked slightly as she responded, "Believe it or not, Stella, I care about Y/n. I'm worried about her. She needs to be found before she does something she'll regret."

Stella frowned, confusion etched on her face. "What do you mean, regret? What could she possibly—"

Icy cut her off, her voice stern. "I don't have time to explain. We need to find her before something happens. Darcy, Stormy, any ideas?"

Darcy thought for a moment before suggesting, "Maybe check the places she usually goes to when she needs some time alone? Like the quiet spots by the lake or the gardens."

Icy nodded, appreciating the input. "Good idea. Stella, you stay here. We'll go look for Y/n. If you care about your sister, you should trust that I want to help her."

As the trio of witches returned to Alfea, the night had descended, casting an eerie atmosphere over the school. Still, there was no sign of Y/n, and Icy's worry deepened.

"I can't believe we haven't found her yet," Icy muttered, frustration evident in her voice.

Stella, standing nearby, shared Icy's concern for her sister. "I don't know where she could be. I should've told her sooner, but I never thought..."

Icy cut her off, her tone sharp. "Why didn't you tell her earlier, Stella? What's your excuse?"

Stella hesitated before offering a self-centered answer. "Y/n was always Mom's favorite. I didn't want her to overshadow me even in this."

Darcy and Stormy exchanged incredulous glances, clearly upset by Stella's thoughtless response. Icy's expression hardened, disappointment evident in her eyes. "Your sister needed to know, Stella. This is not about you or your jealousy. It's about family."

Stella bit her lip, realizing the gravity of her mistake. "I just... I didn't think."

Icy shook her head, her tone stern. "Well, now you need to think about how you're going to fix this. Once we find Y/n, you'll need to talk to her. And I hope for your sake that she doesn't hate you for keeping this from her."

The tension hung in the air as Icy glanced at the night sky. "It's late. We should get some sleep. I'll check a few more places Y/n might be."

Stella nodded, a mix of guilt and worry on her face. "I hope she's okay."

Icy didn't respond, instead turning to Darcy and Stormy. "Let me know if you find anything or if she comes back. I'll keep searching."

Darcy and Stormy nodded, their disapproval of Stella's actions evident.

Icy flew to the old waterfall, memories of happy moments with Y/n flooding her thoughts. She walked along the familiar path, the sound of rushing water echoing in the quiet night. As she approached the edge, the full moon cast an ethereal glow on the surroundings.

Her heart sank as she noticed a silhouette standing perilously close to the edge. Icy's instincts kicked in, and she rushed forward, recognizing Y/n's figure. She stopped behind her, concern etched on her face.

"Y/n," Icy called softly, her voice carrying the weight of worry. "What are you doing here?"

Y/n turned around, her expression devoid of emotion. It sent a chill down Icy's spine. She tried to reach out to Y/n, to pull her away from the dangerous edge, but Y/n's words stopped her.

"I'm sorry," Y/n whispered, a single tear escaping her eye. Before Icy could react, Y/n let herself fall, disappearing into the darkness below.

In a moment of panic, Icy dove after her, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The descent was rapid, and she reached Y/n just as her body hit the water with a resounding smack. Icy desperately searched for her in the dark water, the moon's reflection offering the only light.

Spotting a moon-shaped necklace glinting in the water, Icy dove deeper, her heart pounding in her chest. She found Y/n's unconscious body, the current threatening to carry her away. Without hesitation, Icy grabbed her and swam towards the surface.

Breaking through the water, Icy cradled Y/n in her arms, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on their faces. "Come on, my love," she whispered, urgency in her voice. "Wake up. Please, wake up."

Icy held Y/n in her arms, flying swiftly towards the shore. Gently setting her down, she checked for any signs of breathing, but Y/n's chest remained still. Panic seized Icy as she began chest compressions and rescue breathing, the urgency in her movements reflecting the fear in her heart.

"My love, come back to me," Icy murmured between breaths, her voice a soft plea. She pressed on, the rhythmic compressions matched by the rhythm of her own anxious heartbeat.

After what felt like an eternity, Y/n finally coughed up water, a welcome sound to Icy's ears. She turned Y/n's face to the side, helping her expel more water, her touch gentle yet urgent.

"It's okay, my sweet," Icy reassured, her voice a soothing melody. "You're going to be okay."

Y/n was briefly conscious, their eyes locking in a moment of relief before exhaustion claimed her again. Icy cradled her, a protective embrace, as she reached for her communicator.

"Darcy," Icy spoke urgently, "where are you?"

Darcy's voice came through, a mix of concern and confusion. "We're at Cloud Tower. What's happening?"

Icy wasted no time. "Get to Alfea as fast as you can. Tell Faragonda I'm coming with Y/n. It's an emergency."

Darcy and Stormy promised to make their way to Alfea, and Icy, with Y/n in her arms, flew back to the school. The night air seemed colder, and the journey felt longer as Icy clung to the hope that they would reach help in time.

As they approached Alfea, Icy whispered to the unconscious Y/n, "Hang in there, my love. We're almost there. Just hold on."

As Icy arrived back at Alfea with Y/n in her arms, Faragonda and Grizelda were waiting, concern etched on their faces. Faragonda wasted no time in asking what had happened, her voice a mix of urgency and worry.

"Icy, what happened?" Faragonda questioned, her eyes searching for answers.

Icy, still in shock and coming down from the adrenaline rush, struggled to find the right words. "She jumped... into the waterfall. I found her, and she wasn't breathing."

Faragonda's eyes widened at the revelation. "Was she breathing when you brought her back?"

Icy hesitated before admitting, "No. I had to perform CPR."

Faragonda's expression shifted to one of understanding. "You did the right thing. Let's get her to the medical wing."

With a nod, Icy followed Faragonda, her steps heavy with worry. Darcy and Stormy trailed behind, offering silent support. In the medical wing, the nurses took charge, gently taking Y/n from Icy's arms.

Faragonda briefed the medical staff on what had transpired, and they immediately began their work to assess and treat Y/n. Icy, unable to stay still, started pacing anxiously. Darcy and Stormy exchanged glances and approached Icy, attempting to provide some comfort.

"She's in good hands now, Icy," Darcy reassured, her voice gentle.

Stormy added, "You did everything you could. She's going to be okay."

Icy, her emotions still raw, nodded appreciatively but couldn't shake the unease that lingered in the air. The medical staff worked diligently, and the room echoed with the sounds of their efforts, creating an atmosphere of tension and hope as they awaited news about Y/n's condition.

As the medical staff tended to Y/n, Stella entered the room with the Winx by her side. Her eyes widened at the sight of the Trix, and suspicion colored her expression.

"What are they doing here?" Stella questioned, her tone accusatory.

Icy, still visibly shaken, met Stella's gaze with a mix of frustration and anger. "Ask your sister what happened."

Stella turned her attention to Icy, a demanding tone in her voice. "What did you do to Y/n?"

Icy felt a surge of anger at Stella's accusatory tone. "I didn't do anything to her. She jumped, and I saved her."

Stella's eyes widened in shock, disbelief etched on her face. "Are you joking? Y/n wouldn't—"

Icy's patience snapped, tears streaming down her face as she interrupted, "Do you think this is a joke, Stella? Do you? Your sister was on the verge of drowning, and I had to save her because of your selfishness!"

Stella, taken aback by Icy's outburst, stammered, "I-I didn't know."

Icy's anger didn't wane; if anything, it intensified. "You should have known! You should have told her about your mom. Because of your thoughtlessness, I almost lost the only good thing that has ever happened to me."

Stella, realizing the gravity of the situation, stammered an apology, "I didn't mean for this to happen, Icy. I'm sorry."

Icy's anger flared, her voice laced with frustration. "Sorry isn't going to fix this, Stella. You could have prevented this entire mess if you had just been honest with your sister."

Stella, feeling the weight of Icy's words, attempted to reach out. "I didn't think she'd react like this. I thought I was protecting her."

Icy scoffed, the bitterness evident in her tone. "Protecting her? By keeping her in the dark? You were protecting yourself, Stella. You were afraid of losing the spotlight, and now, look where we are."

Stella's attempts at apology were met with icy resistance. "Icy, please, let me make it right."

Icy's eyes bore into Stella's, her anger undeterred. "You can't undo what's been done, Stella. Your sister needed you, and you failed her. Now, all we can do is hope she pulls through."

Faragonda, sensing the escalating tension, stepped forward to intervene in the heated exchange between Icy and Stella. "Enough," she commanded, her authoritative voice cutting through the room. "This is not the time for arguing. The nurses have found something, and we need to address it."

Stella, her worry deepening, asked anxiously, "What did they find? Is Y/n okay?"

Faragonda hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I can't disclose the details right now. But Icy, I'd like you to come with me to Y/n's room."

Icy's heart dropped, a sinking feeling settling in her stomach. She nodded silently, already fearing what she might find. Stella, however, couldn't contain her frustration. "Why does she get to go with you? Why not me?"

Faragonda, maintaining her composure, replied, "Icy is aware of the situation. We need to handle this delicately. I promise I'll update you soon, but for now, let's focus on Y/n."

Faragonda led Icy to the door of Y/n's room, the air heavy with tension. Before entering, Faragonda paused, her gaze fixed on Icy. The headmistress took a deep breath and asked a question that sent a shiver down Icy's spine.

"Has Y/n ever hurt herself?"

Icy's eyes widened, a mix of shock and fear crossing her face. Memories flooded back, and her heart raced. After a moment of hesitation, she admitted, "She used to, but she's been clean for almost three months now."

Faragonda sighed, concern etched on her face. "Be careful with how you react, Icy. Go in, but approach this with caution."

Icy nodded, her mind racing with thoughts and worries. She didn't press Faragonda for more information, her focus solely on Y/n as she stepped into the room. The door closed behind her, leaving Faragonda alone in the hallway, a heavy silence lingering as the truth behind Y/n's struggles hung in the air.

Icy gently closed the door behind her, making sure not to create any loud sounds that might disturb the fragile atmosphere in the room. As she approached Y/n's bed, her heart sank at the sight of bandages wrapped around both their arms up to the elbow. Concern etched deep lines on Icy's face as she looked down at the person she cared for.

Y/n, noticing Icy's arrival, mustered a small smile. "Hey," she greeted softly.

"Hi," Icy replied, her voice a mix of relief and worry. Her eyes were drawn to the bandages, and she couldn't hold back the tears that welled up.

"What happened?" Icy asked, her voice trembling with concern.

Y/n's expression turned apologetic. "I... I'm not sure. I didn't realize I had done it until after."

Icy, shocked and saddened, knelt beside the bed, her hand reaching out to gently caress Y/n's cheek. "Don't ever think I'd be mad at you, and certainly don't think I'd leave you," Icy reassured, her voice filled with sincerity.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she begged, "Promise you won't leave me?"

Icy's heart ached at the vulnerability in Y/n's eyes. "I promise, my love. I would never leave you."

Y/n hesitated before admitting, "I didn't want to bother you."

Icy shook her head, wiping away a tear. "You could never bother me. All I want is for you to be safe."

Y/n, comforted by Icy's presence, nodded. "I just didn't want you to be disappointed in me."

Icy cupped Y/n's face, her voice filled with tenderness. "I could never be disappointed in you. You mean everything to me. But promise me this – if you ever feel that way again, find me. No matter the time or what I may be doing. I'll always be here for you."

The room was filled with an air of vulnerability and raw emotions as Icy and Y/n shared a tender moment. Unbeknownst to them, the door had cracked open, revealing Stella and the other Winx quietly listening, their curiosity overshadowed by the solemnity of the scene.

Y/n's voice broke the silence, soft and intimate. "I told the moon about you."

Icy, genuinely puzzled, looked at Y/n with curiosity. "What do you mean?"

A gentle smile graced Y/n's lips as she explained, "Before I jumped from the waterfall, I told the moon everything about you. I wanted my mom to know how amazing you are."

Icy's eyes widened in surprise and confusion, and Y/n continued, "I wanted her to know about all the little things you've done for me, especially before I thought I wouldn't see her again."

A tear escaped from Icy's eyes, and Y/n delicately brushed it away. In that simple gesture, a profound connection formed between them. Icy, often guarded and composed, allowed herself to be vulnerable, finding solace in the touch that promised comfort.

Y/n's next words carried a weight of sorrow, "I never got the chance to tell her. I wanted her to know before I saw her again."

Icy's heart ached with the realization of Y/n's fear and longing. She held Y/n closer, a silent promise to be there for her. The room seemed to hold its breath as emotions hung heavy in the air.

Y/n gazed into Icy's eyes, a mixture of gratitude and sadness reflected in her own. "I never thought I'd find someone who cared for me the way you do, Icy."

Icy, touched by Y/n's words, whispered, "You mean everything to me, Y/n. I'd do anything for you."

Y/n's fingers traced delicate patterns on Icy's arm as she continued, "When I was standing at the edge of that waterfall, all I could think about was you. You were my anchor, the reason I wanted to hold on."

A heavy silence enveloped them as Icy absorbed the weight of Y/n's words. The vulnerability in Y/n's admission deepened their connection, and Icy felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility for the fragile heart in her arms.

Y/n broke the silence, her voice a tender plea, "Promise me you won't leave, Icy. I need you."

Icy tightened her hold on Y/n, her voice resolute, "I promise, my love. I won't leave you, no matter what."

As the moon cast its gentle glow upon the room, Icy and Y/n found solace in each other's presence. The air was thick with unspoken emotions, and the room seemed to cradle the fragile intimacy that had unfolded.

Feeling the weight of the moment, Icy pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, a gesture filled with love and reassurance. They rested their foreheads together, silently taking in the warmth of each other's presence.

Icy, overcome with a surge of affection, leaned in and pressed her lips against Y/n's. The kiss was soft but carried the depth of their connection, a heartfelt exchange that spoke volumes. Y/n didn't hesitate to respond, meeting Icy with a gentleness that mirrored the vulnerability of their shared moment.

When they broke apart, Icy gazed into Y/n's eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love you."

Y/n's eyes sparkled with emotion as she replied, "I love you too."

In the quiet of the room, Y/n made a simple yet heartfelt request, "Stay with me, Icy."

Icy agreed without hesitation, laying down beside Y/n. Y/n curled into Icy's embrace, finding comfort and security in the arms that held her. As they settled into the stillness of the night, the outside world faded away, leaving only the echoes of whispered declarations of love and the tender touch that spoke of a connection strong enough to weather any storm.

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