#ftws s2

[partiallypearl]

FAVOURITE STORYLINE IN FTWS

↳ Terra Harvey's coming out storyline, starts in season 1 and is continued into season 2.

[somnidasha]

sometimes i just want to be flora from fate the winx saga

[septemberrie]

i wanna know what they were gonna actually do with Sky’s relationship with alcohol plotline that got dropped along with everything else. In s1, Sky not drinking before the kegger because he’s worried about Silva. criticizing Riven for drinking too much. drinking at the party anyway because Bloom, chasing the burned one because he was drunk and angry. in s2, drinking for fun in Blackbridge and drinking secretly while on guard duty. Andreas telling him to get drunk to cope. Saul telling him not to and just fucking deal with it. 

was he drunk when Sebastian found him? does he turn back to alcohol after Bloom leaves for the shadow realm? does Riven, notorious substance user Riven, manage to get through to him in a way Saul can’t?

[septemberrie]

Best of FTWS S2 - Ken Duken Edition

[septemberrie]

Fave BTS of FTWS Season 2: Rob Edition

[amchara]

Hideaway (Stella/Beatrix)

Stella of Solaria, Beatrix of Eraklyon (Stella/Beatrix, Stellatrix)

Wordcount: 1,157 words

Rating: Teen

Summary: Post-Season Two, Beatrix has been brought back, albeit with complications… but this might be the push that get her and Stella to finally admit their feelings for each other.

Notes: Taking a breather from my main TSC fixation to focus on my poor, cancelled-before-it's-time magical girl show and the fantastic potential that was Stellatrix. 😔

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She can still taste dirt at the back of her mouth. Disgusting  

Beatrix lights another cigarette, and idly watches the tendrils of smoke wisp away into chilly air, into a clear evening where the stars shone bright above. 

The press of earth weighing on her. Muffled voices speaking rapidly but rapidly becoming clearer. A magic breath forced, unwillingly, into her lungs. A desperate thud as her heart stammers back to life. 

The breeze picks up, blowing the dead leaves littering the balcony floor around in a swirl. She leans forward slightly from her perch, watching as a few escape to the distant ground below.  

“What are you doing?” 

Stella’s voice as always, precise and full of underlying command, implicit that whoever was about to answer would do so, immediately. 

Beatrix doesn’t turn. She blows out another smoke ring and traces it with her fingers. 

“Cats are supposed to have nine lives. When they come back, I wonder if they have the urge to test that theory again.” She stands up, watching as ashes fall, winking out as they disappear into the darkness. 

“Get down from there,” Stella hisses. “You are not a cat.” 

Beatrix moves along the narrow beam, and hops down lightly, in front of the other girl. She drops her cigarette and rubs it out. 

She raises her chin up, meeting cool blue eyes that somehow, confusingly, radiate a heat which she’s seen often, having cultivated it before, usually among Specialists. 

Her traitorous heart almost skips a beat.   

Stella is wearing some ridiculous floaty magenta silk nightgown, because of course she is, with a light housecoat wrapped around. As Stella hugs herself, Beatrix wills herself to keep eyes upwards, to not draw attention to the other effect the cold air is having on Stella, almost exactly at Beatrix’s eye level. 

“No. I am not a cat,” she replies. “But I am allowed to occasionally leave the fucking house, right? At least within a certain distance.” She tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice but some slips through. 

Stella’s eyes soften. “I know it must be hard but… we think we’ve almost found a solution that will keep the spell working beyond the property boundaries.”

“Joy, I can’t wait. Or maybe you’ll stumble onto a proper resurrection spell that will keep my heart beating permanently?” 

The empty feeling and the blackness closing in. Waking up back in the kitchen, her head in Stella’s lap, Sky looming awkwardly, her sisters crowded around, taking her pulse and muttering to each other. Being told that there was a slight… problem to the plan and they’d have to stay to figure how they could keep her alive beyond their powers’ boundaries. 

Stella’s lips thin. “I hope so,” she says quietly. Her head turns slightly to the open door back inside, and the quiet darkness. They appear to be the only ones awake out of their wannabe circle of necromancers.  

Beatrix gives her a bright smile. “Well, in the meantime, I’ll just contemplate my mortality, shall I?” She waves a hand. “And don’t mind me but if this resurrection is just temporary… for a little while, I’d rather enjoy the breeze on my skin, and a cigarette.” 

She instantly regrets the flippancy as Stella’s eyes shutter down, and she nods. “Of course-” And close enough that her silk flutters across Beatrix’s skin, as she leaves her, the night once again seeming dark and endless.  

Beatrix stands outside for a few minutes. She weighs up the pros and cons, before swiftly following Stella inside.

She’s never been one to hesitate before. Why start now?  

Stella isn’t back in her bed but instead is sitting in an armchair, reading a heavy tome. She’s backlit by a nearby lamp and Beatrix takes a moment to imprint the delicate halo of hair, the shadows touching her jawline, the grace in every single fucking movement of the Solarian princess, into her memory.  

In some ways, Beatrix hopes her stay is temporary. Really, it’s embarrassing how caught up she is. Or maybe dying makes a girl particularly horny. 

Stella looks up as she enters, and whatever she’s about to say, appears to get caught in her throat. She just looks at Beatrix steadily. Waiting. 

“You said… I had you. And I know that I fucked up. We’ve gone over that,” Beatrix says carefully. She takes a few steps inside Stella’s room. Waiting for the admonition of transgressing into an area she’s not welcome. 

It doesn’t come and she feels emboldened. “Not fully sorted it out, I know. But… I might not be here for long.” She’s made her way across the room and this time, she’s the one looking down at Stella. 

“Don’t say that.” Stella’s voice is low and harsh. 

Steeling her nerve, she slides onto Stella’s lap. There’s a moment of fear, like she’s taken a step off steady ground but almost like clockwork, she feels a reassuring arm around her waist, steadying her. 

“What are you doing?” Even as she questions, Stella’s hands are tightening, grounding her. She leans forward and their foreheads touch, and in the quiet she can hear their breathing pattern align.

“I can taste it still in my mouth. The grave dirt.” She feels a quiver in her response and hates it. But it appears to have had the desired effect on her target. She lets her fingers drift upwards along Stella’s arms, along her collarbone- along her jawline. 

Beatrix pulls back, watching Stella’s breath hitch. “Bea…” Her fingers lift to push strands of hair back from Stella’s face and there’s a slight shiver as Beatrix tucks them behind her ear. 

“Help me feel alive,” she whispers. “Even if it’s just for tonight- if it’s all the time I have.”

There’s the slightest chuckle from Stella, and her grip slackens. “Even after everything- you choose manipulation,” she says, shaking her head and there’s a disappointed twist to her mouth. 

And Beatrix feels the endless night press in, outside that warm lamplight glow. “I didn’t-” she protests.

But even as she tries to extract herself, Stella raises a hand and almost roughly, pulls by the nape of her neck, towards her. Their gaze meets.  

“Please, I know your tricks. But I also-” Stella’s eyes are burning bright. “I don’t care. Because I-” she shakes her head. “I missed you . And I’ve gone through hell, bringing you back, so far. And we will get you back. All the way.” Her voice is fierce. “But in the meantime. Just ask me. ”

Silence dominates the room. And then Beatrix whispers. “Kiss me. Please, Stella.” 

She feels the sweetest relief as their lips meet; in a chaste kiss that quickly deepens into something more. And if it doesn’t quite chase away the cold tendrils of the grave, it’s at least a temporary balm. Beatrix relaxes into Stella’s embrace, a sensation of having won a prize she had been chasing for a long time.

[neverlandsdreamersworld]

𝑓𝑡𝑤𝑠 𝑏𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠 - 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒

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[atrxides]

Thanks they were good top 5 questions! I have added #2 to my list and #5 just makes me :( My next ask is what did you think of the new characters? I thought Grey & Flora were pleasant enough and I liked Sebastian. From the banquet scene, it sounds like he was a past (not so great) student of Andreas and Sauls (but he only looked up to Saul) and gave us world building hints. But now we have another new baddie for S3. thoughts?

I quite liked the new characters, especially Flora, I enjoyed the way they wrote her into the story, from mentioning her in the very first episode and then getting to actually see her and then developing her relationships with the other winx girls.

While I was interested in Grey's character and how he was with Aisha I didn't really get attached to him tbh cause I knew he was gonna be a blood witch.

Also I definitely think Sebastian was really interesting and I enjoyed getting a little bit more of the adult characters' past as well even if I I end up not liking his character cause of what he did (he'san excellent villain though). I can't remember if Sebastian was their student or was at alfea with them, either way I think that the things he said or implied about Andreas confirmed what a lot of fans think he was like at school, same with Saul, so that's pretty cool. I think it's interesting to wonder about, adding another character into the 'Light Battalion' era that was presumably close with the adult characters we all love.