#ftws asks

[medusanova]

I think it’s safe to say I’m open for Fate: the Winx Saga ship prompts indefinitely at this point. Just going to own up to this inevitability right now. Drop it in my asks and I’ll write it. Will it be 3 sentences, 3 paragraphs, 3 novel-lengths? Try it and find out!

Seriously. I will thank you. You will thank you. Hell, other people might thank you. It’s a win for all. So go on, don’t be shy, friends.

[partiallypearl]

Hi pearl! For the asks - B, L, O, and M...? pretty pls!

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

sambea was technically your fault, as well as @fitztragedy bc i was doing what i do best (aka tumblr doom scrolling thru people's blogs) and i found posts made by both of you and my brain went BOING??? @relentlessescapism has made tolerate (hi ish ily) silva x stella so ig that's another one??

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

Dane has nice abs. That's all you are getting from me LMAO

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

Not My job - Flo,,, ooo this is either an Aisha getting over Grey song, or a Flora having her own little jam session in the greenhouse song!

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

I think I'd like either Musa or Terra as a friend. Both of them seem pretty chill, and I feel like we'd get along pretty well.

[partiallypearl]

Omg yees! Thank you so so much for the gifset!! 💖 i love the quote and the effects!! (i think it's called blending?)

I love and miss black haired eve best so i always pictured farah's natural hair as black which she started dyeing some time after meeting rosalind. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery and all that, tho i still can't decide if she did it consciously or not. It happened gradually probably: highlights at first, then brown/light brown and finally blonde. So a black haired isabelle works perfectly for how i imagine young farah 😁 you've made my day, thank you!

ur welcome my love! if you have any other suggestions let me know, this was a lot of fun to do!

personally i hc farah as having always been slightly blonde but during the war years, due to the stress, it darkened up quite a bit and she ends up dying it at like 2am to gain back some control (ofc this being fully hc!)

[partiallypearl]

Hi! Do you take requests for gifsets? I watched the hunger games the other day and can't stop thinking of isabelle fuhrman (clove) as young farah. I googled her and i swear they kind of look alike in some pictures. I'd love it if you could do a little something with her and eve as farah if you feel like it :)

i do take requests! isabelle is perfect omg! do you have a specific song or quote you would like? please let me!

[relentlessescapism]

stilva + "time to serve to your queen, my knight"

i love this prompt sm🤭

(there isn't any actual smut in this because, as we know, i chickened out, but the vibes are there !!)

***

The ritual was set to begin. 

Stella had never felt more nervous in her life. If her mother had shown any inclination to be emotionally supportive of her daughter, she would’ve probably told her that it was the subjects who should’ve been nervous and not her, but Queen Luna had never been one for coddling. 

Stella knew deep down that this was the final rite of passage for her to fully become the next queen of Solaria. She needed to be worshipped by the knights of the palace and a few other respected soldiers and nobles. While the lower-ranked people of the palace had a part in this tradition, they had to wait till the end, and that was only if Stella allowed them. 

She sat down on the chaise set out just for her, adjusting her gown to cover herself as the guard at the door waited for her signal. Stella wouldn’t need to kick him out when the event started – she was masterful at light manipulation and making him see nothing would be easy, even when she would be distracted. 

The first two men were prominent figures of the Knighthood Committee, training and raising the realm’s best soldiers under their steady tutelage. She allowed them in graciously, permitting them one minute of touching her each, her eyes on the clock the entire time they skimmed their hands over her breasts and thighs, as if rubbing her for good luck. The moment they got too close to touching her there, she kicked them out as politely as possible. Those were connections she needed to maintain, not sever.

They kissed her hands and feet like they were supposed to, praised her, and bowed out. 

The next four were the men and women of the cabinet, here to worship her all at once. They huddled around her as she kept her composure, letting them go further than the first two, letting them brush their lips over the bare skin of her chest and her inner thighs.

She didn’t bother fixing her clothes when they left, knowing whatever the ritual entailed would mess up her clothes anyway.

The next man made her do a double take. It was Sir Silva, bowing to her the way he was supposed to before uttering her new title and name. 

“Queen Stella,” he said, meeting her gaze as her body was bared to him. Her breasts were out in the open, pink nipples hardening in the cold air as her thighs remained spread wide. He had a full view of her. He didn’t seem to be hesitating, but she knew he was. 

It was weird, having known him so long and then suddenly having their dynamic flip so she was in power. 

“One hour,” Stella called, holding Silva’s gaze as her guard nodded and turned back to the door. Silva’s expression changed, too, surprise filling his features as he watched her. An hour was a lot longer than she had permitted anyone else.

She had always been excited by those bright blue eyes and found herself sitting up even straighter, hoping his gaze would fall to her body. That he would worship her better than everyone else. 

“Your Highness…” Silva began and then faltered at the eyebrow Stella raised. She pushed her knees open further, the silk of her undergarments leaving little to the imagination. Enjoying the blush on Silva’s face, she beckoned him closer. 

“Time to serve your queen, my knight,” she told him, waiting until he was within arm’s reach. 

“Of course, my queen.” He didn’t waste time in kneeling before her, the fancy medals pinned to his breast glinting in the white light of the room. He met her gaze from between her legs, looking up at her as she gave him a soft smile. “Tell me where you want me,” he paused before his gaze softened, “Stella.” 

“That’s bold of you,” she mused, but the smile on her face lightened the mood and she bent over to him, lacing her fingers into his soft salt and pepper hair. She pressed him into the silk fabric between her legs until she felt him exhale over her sensitive skin. “This is where I want you. You have fifty-five minutes left. Make them count.”

“As you wish, my queen.”

[relentlessescapism]

What are your favourite ships in Fate? 😊

i’ve answered this question here already!

i love rivusa, sam x bea, sky x flora, and somehow still stella x silva! i do love most of the canon ships on the show as well, but the ones i listed are the ones i feel particularly strongly about :))

[relentlessescapism]

What are your OTPs and N(OTP)s in FTWS?

Or any controversial ships you're dying to unload about on tumblr... 💅

i think my most controversial ship is stilva and i've already dumped enough stuff about them on here LOL🤭

but sky x flora could double as an otp and a kinda controversial ship(i think? since skloom is the biggest competitor idk)

it all began when @partiallypearl showed me a tiktok edit of them a few months ago, and ever since, we've come up with countless storylines and headcanons that, to me, confirm that she might be better for sky than bloom is, at least for the time she's gone(i believe skyra has endgame potential but ik skloom would've been so🤷🏽‍♀️).

if you think about it, sky and flora have had opposite lives. flora has never stayed somewhere long enough to see the consequences of anything she does unfold. we don't know what things were like with her parents, but clearly, if she doesn't care so much about how her actions impact others, they didn't either, which leads me to believe they prioritized their research and careers over her, only taking her along because it was easier to and barely giving her an afterthought. she basically does whatever she pleases and doesn't care about anything except very few people like terra. this school and these people are the first time she cares about anyone other than herself and her family.

sky, on the other hand, has had the weight of his world on his shoulders for his whole life. silva brought him up, but did so more as a soldier than as a son, likely the way silva was brought up too. sky let his father's memory hold power over him making him this wannabe savior. he can't have anyone else in his life die the way andreas did so he takes the burden of caring for the people around him and lives with it. he takes responsibility for everything. he takes riven under his wing as an older brother would and does everything he can to comfort and protect stella throughout their relationship. even with bloom, he takes it upon himself to protect her and puts his whole heart into it, which ends up hurting him more. people always just seem to be better without him.

flora is left without magic after the battle of the blood witches, lost, scared, and finally facing a permanent situation at the hands of her own actions. one that she took to save her friends, but she was alone in facing this loss of something she always thought she'd have. this is her first big loss and she feels it all too much, while it's something sky is well accustomed to.

they find each other in this vulnerable time, sky having been left by bloom and flora having been left with no magic, and find comfort in each other. they help each other through the bad breakdowns and vulnerable moments and don't do it in front of the others. to the winx's knowledge, flora and sky barely know each other. musa finds out when she peeks into their minds and realizes there is affection between them.

of course, things complicate when bloom comes back months later and falls back into sky's embrace, making flora pull away and force down her not-so-friendly feelings toward sky. sky is happy that bloom's back, why shouldn't she be? but turns out sky isn't as happy as he normally feels with flora and the more time he spent with flora, the less he missed bloom. his feelings had changed too.

in the end, sky comes back to flora and they live happily ever after and have ✨amazing ✨ sex. they're perfect for each other, trust me on this.

[relentlessescapism]

stilva manifesto

they're in LOVE!!!!

you asked, this got long, oops

listen i know the reasons for me shipping them are a little fucked up in itself because stella should noT be the equal of a man almost thirty years older than her(although in my head it's ~22 years) but i just think them seeking comfort in each other when they live very lonely lives makes them happy.

it doesn't start out like that at first, obviously. stella is sky's girlfriend and silva sees a lot of her around the house and at alfea and has the outside and wise perspective that the relationship isn't healthy. then during season two, he can see she's grown and become a better person. and she's not doing it for anyone but herself. he stays close to their group, because of bloom and sky and helps them through many a villain and watches stella grow and accept her future as the heir to the throne and goes off to the palace.

now, i believe that silva knows how terrible stella's mother is but can't do anything about it because she's the queen of solaria. farah did too and he would've heard from either sky or farah about the type of shit stella went through with her. and this forms a sort of pride and respect in him for her that she can grow up and still be better under the circumstances that would've made him drink himself into the ground. she's probably around the same age he was when he first "murdered" andreas and picked up bad habits.

stella is alone in her life at the palace and while she seeks occasional comfort in the girls and meets up with them from time to time, she wants someone she can turn to whenever she wants. she wants that commitment and her mother is already trying to push her into advantageous marriages with princes from other realms. she wants none of it. if she's stepping up to take the throne, she's not going to do it with a man she's never met next to her.

this is when, by pure circumstance, she runs into silva, who takes one look at her sad state and invites her into his home. the place was always a comfort to her – what with coming here with sky and feeling like a part of a family that actually cared about each other. but coming here now feels different. she's twenty-five and she's got no direction in life other than heading toward the throne and she needs a place to run to when it all gets too much.

the girls are all off doing their own things, finding and following their dreams with their partners and are happy together. but she has nothing, except him.

he takes her in gently, and offers her a key, "for when you need an escape," he tells her, a knowing look on his face.

she kept the key with her for weeks, vowing to never use it, until it all became too much. her mother, the expectations the other government officials placed on her, the overhanging threat of her mother's old habits... she needed a place to run so she bolted and landed on his doorstep.

he invited her in and gave her a room, telling her it was hers. since farah died, he'd been living a lonely life near alfea. the only thing filling his need for companionship the occasional date he would secure, but it would fall through an hour later because at the end of the day, they weren't what he liked.

as stella gets closer to thirty, she matures and begins her ascent to the throne, taking up even more responsibilities than she already had to prove to those who doubted her that she could take the throne and do well. it was her life's purpose now anyway and if they let the monarchy fall, the world as they knew it would descend into chaos. so she'd take the responsibility of fixing the government and making the citizens happy.

when she needed a break, she'd take it at silvas. spend hours lounging in his home and enjoying his cooking and company. silva was protective of her already, but it only grew with every new tale she told him about the pretentious and spiteful people surrounding the throne and he'd want to save her from all of it. but he knew it was something she had set her mind to do and see through. and that made him see just how much stella had changed over the years.

they grew to enjoy each other's company too much, and got too comfortable. the lingering had begun, hands, eyes, bodies. they grew closer and closer and as they did, neither said a word to stop it.

they became comfortable in their routines together. breakfasts and dinners at the kitchen counter as they discussed their days and waved goodbye before he would head to alfea and she would head to the palace. stella told the palace that she would move out and stay at another home away from the grounds so that she could distance herself before her life was restrained to the palace. she was permanently living with silva now, and at times, even waking up next to him with all their clothes intact.

nothing was ever said until her mother snapped at her, ordering her to marry a nearby prince and start taking royalty seriously, as if she hadn't been doing that her whole life. she comes home to silva, lip snagged between her teeth as she finally asks him, "what are we doing?"

he's caught off guard, hoping this conversation would never come up. he didn't want to fall in love with someone who has so much else to live for. he didn't want her tied to him when she had so much else to love.

he sighs, running a hand over his face. this was happening now. "i don't know, stella."

"we're in love, aren't we?"

he clears his throat. "you shouldn't be in love with me, stella. you should find someone better suited to you." he could deal with being in love with her from afar. he'd pine for her as she moved away and distanced herself. he'd survive. maybe not as well as he thought he would, but he'd live. he'd watch her be happy and remember their happy times and hope that she was happier now, despite the suffocating pain flaring in his chest.

"too late for that, don't you think? we've basically been together four years now."

"stella, you're the perfect woman. queen. but i'm not the guy for you."

"you don't get to decide who's right for me. i do."

they argue about how unacceptable the relationship will be. what will the people say about her loving a man so much older than her? what would her mother say? it escalates until stella launches herself forward and kisses him to shut him up. she pulls away, looking him in the eye daringly. silva can't help but pull her in for more and accept that it's him or nobody for her, because it's the same for him.

they get engaged a few years later with a ring silva makes by himself and stella adores it to death. he proposes in the privacy of their home, away from the prying eyes of the media and public.

they live happily ever after. the end.