Let me In- Stellatrix
This is my first 'Fate: The Winx Saga' fic. Is it my new favourite show and hyperfixation? Very much so.
Synopsis: Set after the scene where Beatrix wakes up in Stella's bed after being rescued, the air fairy realises that not only is her magic gone, but so is her father. How long will her stubbon resolve last before she eventually allows her friend to help her?
TW. parental loss, blood mention, swearing
Even before she tested it, she knew her magic was gone.
Beatrix’s bottom lip quivered as she bit back tears, making a futile attempt to summon up the last dregs of electricity she could feel simmering under her skin. Nothing.
“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath, “fuck.”
She could feel Stella shift slightly beside her, still running her fingers up and down her bloodstained arm in a way the air fairy suspected was not just meant to calm her own nerves.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry Beatrix. We’ll get it back, I promise.”
The brunette fell back helplessly against the bed cushions. They felt unnaturally silky and soft against her skin. On any other day, she would have enjoyed getting to lounge in what she was now certain were the princesses personal quarters, however at present, it brought her nothing but a sense of alienation. She didn’t belong here, being reassured by the heir to the Solarian throne who was being nothing but kind to her despite her past actions. She should have been alone in her dorm, drinking her sorrows away, or lying in the infirmary with her father at her bedside.
“Where’s Andreas,” Beatrix said suddenly, “He should be here.”
Stella looked down, biting her lip. When she finally looked back up, her eyes were glassy and she shook her head slowly, refusing to meet her friend’s gaze.
“Beatrix-” She started, but the air fairy cut her off.
“You’re lying. You’re fucking lying. Where is he? I want to see him!”
She watched Stella slowly inch away, raising both hands defensively in front of herself like a shield. The gesture gave Beatrix a small pang of guilt, but in that moment, she was too overwhelmed by grief and anger to care.
“Hi- His casket is in the courtyard. There’s a memorial there. They were waiting for you to wake up before they buried him so you can see him one last time,” the light fairy choked out, her voice quivering.
The room was silent as Beatrix wiped away a stray tear, struggling to sit up again through a haze of nauseating pain. Eventually she managed, hissing sharply through her teeth.
“What makes them think I’d want to see his body? Sick bastards.”
Stella reached out to her, and Beatrix immediately recoiled.
The blonde sat silently for a moment, watching her friend carefully, as though she might break at any second.
“I’m so sorry Beatrix,” she finally whispered, for the second time that day,
“Oh for God’s sake, your voice is dripping with pity. I don’t want it,” Beatrix snapped, sliding out of the bed and refusing Stella’s arm, even as her legs threatened to give out from under her, “I don’t care about all of your ‘it’ll be ok, just let me help you’ nonsense. It’s bullshit and you know it!”
She stumbled towards the door pushing it open and bursting into the living room, ignoring Stella’s cries of protest.
“Beatrix, you’re injured. This isn’t safe! Please just wait until-”
The air fairy ignored her, breaking into a run as soon as she reached the exit to the suite. She could hear the sound of urgent voices behind her but when it became apparent that nobody appeared to be pursuing her, she slowed into a walk.
Her first thought was to go somewhere secluded, where she could mourn her losses in peace, perhaps with the help of the trusted flask she could feel still tucked into the pocket of her dress. But despite her best efforts, she found her mind wandering, and her feet carrying her in a different direction.
The main courtyard wasn’t busy, only occupied by a few clusters of loitering students, all of whom turned their heads to watch as Beatrix strode towards the make-shift memorial in the centre of the area.
Andreas’ casket was a deep brown colour with silver embellishments, and it was propped up on a small, raised platform. The floor surrounding it was littered with flowers and small, white envelopes.
The air fairy picked one up, ignoring the horrified faces around her as she slit it open with a single, ruby nail.
“Thanks for helping me in training, I’ll miss you,” she read under her breath, before tossing the note to the floor and squishing it under her boot.
To her side, a tiny-looking Specialist gasped and one of her friends wrapped a hand around her shoulders, leading her away. Following the pair’s lead, everybody else in the area began to slowly filter out of the area.
“That’s right, fuck off,” Beatrix called out, causing the last few loiterers to not-so-subtly run for the door.
After surveying the courtyard carefully to ensure the absence of any pupils, Beatrix inhaled shakily and lifted the lid of the coffin. She stood there for a moment, taking in her father’s stiff form and peaceful, sombre expression, half expecting him to suddenly sit up and chide her for her abhorrent language. But of course, he never did.
“Dad,” she muttered, her voice carefully emotionless as she took Andreas’ lifeless hand in her own.
“You just had to go looking for me, didn’t you. Stupid fuck. Look where that’s got you now.”
Even as she spoke, she knew she didn’t mean it. She never did, really.
She hadn’t when she was ten, and told her father she hated him for the first time. Nor had she a week ago, calling Andreas incompetent and stupid over a minor mistake.
He’d always been the person to bring out her best, but frequently, this was at his own expense. She couldn’t help but wish she’d been just a little kinder to him while he was- no. She didn’t want to think about that, not yet.
Wordlessly, Beatrix slid to the floor in front of the coffin, buried her face in her hands and choked out a broken sob.
She stayed there for a while, kneeling in front of the Mahogany coffin and losing track of time while she allowed herself to soak her already bloodied sleeves with tears of pain and guilt.
The air fairy would have stayed there all night, if not for being interrupted.
After what could have been several minutes or hours, she heard the distinctive squeaking of Crocs against the polished floorboards, immediately followed by the sound of somebody sitting down beside her. She looked up to see that godforsaken light fairy, gazing at her with such gentleness that it was impossible to hate her. But Jesus, was she everywhere?
“Don’t push me away,” Stella whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder, “I want to be here. Please.”
As much as Beatrix wanted to fight back, wanted to tell her friend that she was completely fine, and didn’t need any pity, thank you very much, she couldn’t will the words out of her mouth. So instead she just nodded and allowed herself to fall into Stella’s comforting embrace.
After all, she could always threaten her into silence later on.