Summary: You had a dream but unfortunately there was a misunderstanding.
Characters: Valtor x Reader (she/her) / Bloom
Words: 1091
Warnings: Implied smut/Nsfw, some spice but nothing detailed. Cuddling with a friend. Secret relationship. Enemy to lovers. Kind of betrayal. (Please let me know if I should add anything)
A/n: Hey Ho. Well, this is only the second fandom for which I post fanfiction and I haven’t written for a while. And my native language is not English, so please forgive me for any mistakes and it was more of a spontaneous idea I had. Please just don’t expect a Jane Austen novel. (I'm not nervous, you are xD) Okay, I’ll stop talking now and just hope that at least one person will kind of enjoy this here. Have a great day/evening/night.
"Y/N! Hey, Y/N, wake up. You’re having a nightmare." The voice of bloom breaks through the wonderful dream you just had.
"Y/N, come on, please, you have to wake up, it’s all right, I’m here, it’s just a bad dream."
Confused, you slowely open your eyes but the second after you closed them again, blinded by the bright light of the lid lamp.
"Ugh," escapes your mouth while you press your face into the pillow.
"Y/N, finally! Everything is fine." Bloom’s deliberate calming words only add to your confusion. More carefully this time you turn your head to look at her.
The brightness lets small tears shimmer in your eyes, quickly you try to blink them away.
"What’s the matter?" you ask without really opening your mouth but Bloom understood you anyway.
She carefully puts a hand on your cheek, stroking a tear from your skin with her thumb. "Hey, don’t cry. Everything's okay, it was just a nightmare, don’t worry, Valtor’s not here."
Suddenly your eyes widen, "What? Valtor?" Your voice sounds nervous as you're pushing yourself up to sit, capturing her gaze with your own.
"Hey, I told you everything was okay. It was just a bad dream. You called Valtor’s name in your sleep, I can understand it, I often dream about him. But we’re with you, we protect each other, don’t worry."
The Guardian of the Dragon Flame moved closer to hug you. Still overwhelmed you let it happen, placing your head on her shoulder.
You can’t find the right words to get yourself out of this uncomfortable situation. And the only option you have is to play along and just agree.
You close your eyes, still not accustomed to the brightness and two more small tears roll over your cheeks, your chin and finally land on Bloom’s arm.
Your friend sighs, "Back a little, I can sleep next to you, maybe we’ll both dream better."
In your head you hear the laughing of the lord of evil. He's laughing at you for this situation. Gloatingly, teasingly.
You nod indecisively but at the same time shake your head to banish the magician from your thoughts, which rather ends in a strange circular movement.
The fairy lets you go and crawls behind you on the bed, patting on the mattress next to her and slowly you lie down.
With a snap, the light goes out. Bloom approaches you, wraps an arm around you before snuggling up to you.
You grab her hand to cross your fingers with hers.
"Try to sleep a bit more, I’m here now," she whispered.
Your heart is racing incessantly as you can do nothing but nod again, it has absolutely taken your breath away.
For the next few minutes it is quiet, you do not dare to move. Not until you are aware of the regular breath of the fairy. She fell asleep.
You sigh and are sure that your cheek must be red like a tomato from shame.
Your mind worked at full speed to realize and process the things that have just happened. You must summon all self-control to avoid giggling. At the same time, however, you feel your guilty conscience eating through your body, burying cell by cell.
Your friends were always there for you, they helped you every second without asking questions, they trusted you blindly, just like you trusted them. They made every effort to protect and support you.
You all had nightmares about all the things you had to go through and survive. But since Valtor came into your lives, everything has gotten worse. Hardly anyone can sleep for a whole night. Hardly anyone can dream of anything beautiful.
Hardly anyone can feel something like true joy.
But while all your friends were plagued with nightmares and are not allowed to have a careless second because of the dark wizard, he is the reason that you can sleep well. That you still feel something like satisfaction or happiness and can forget all that terrible things for a moment.
It was pure irony.
While they all suffered because of the wizard, every night you dream of his hands gliding over your entire body when you sneaked out of Alfea to meet him in the cloud tower again. How his lips invade every spot of your body, leading you into another dimension. How his rough voice sounds musically in your ears when he groans your name or tells you how perfect you are for him. How his hot breath flits over your skin when you lie in front of him on the desk. How he makes you feel as good as no other has done before.
What was your dream, was their nightmare.
What became your joy, became their sadness.
What deprived them of all their powers was what made you feel more alive than ever.
Valtor was their curse, but he was your blessing.
The more you thought about it, the more your mind became weary. And as soon as your eyes closed, you were back at the sport you were before Bloom woke you up.
In a storeroom in the cloud tower, without clothes, while the magician knelt in front of you, throwing your head back in pleasure.
***
In the cloud tower, Valtor laughed deeply as he turned his gaze away from the sphere through which he had observed you and your friend.
He could hardly wait to make you blush with the events of today and evoke your shy side the next time you would come to him, your enemy, to wind under him in passion.
He had taken off his coat and pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. Sitting in the big desk chair he turned in a semicircle. He looked through the large windows of Miss Griffin’s office into the dark night. Then he leaned back, closing his eyes as well before mentally diving into the same memories you are exploring.
This little fairy had fallen for him, just like he had fallen for her.
Currently back in my Winx Club era. So, I grew up with it. And the last two days I went to lots of different shops. Every time I also checked the magazine stuff. And my heart broke every time because I hoped to find Winx comics like when I was a kid. I saw what kind of kid's magazines they're selling and I wanted to cry. Bring back the good stuff. Bring back Winx. :'(
