#riven x reader

[liashdy]

guys do y’all want fate the winx saga imagine (one shot)

yes

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Voting ended onNov 4, 2025

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

This is war, pt. 4

PART 1  PART 2 PART 3

Warnings: violence, blood, sexual innuendos, swearing, toxic relationship and pranks

Pairing: Riven x specialist!reader

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The nurse presses a cool piece of gauze against Y/N’s throat as she's finishing up, muttering under her breath about careless swordsmanship and impatient students. The sting has dulled into a steady throb, but the sticky warmth still clings to her skin. Sky hovers close, too close, with his jaw tight, his eyes darting between her neck and the nurse’s hands like he can’t decide whether to watch or look away.

“The stitches should hold, and we'll have to change the dressing every other day for a week,” the nurse says finally, securing the bandage with practiced fingers. “You’ll have a scar to remember today's lesson, but you’ll live. Don't forget to take your antibiotics and spare your arm for a day or two. You might need to put a cold compress to prevent side effects of the vaccine.“

“Anything else?“

“Try not to get cut up again.”

“Great advice,” Y/N mutters, forcing a half-smile.

The nurse sighs and steps out, leaving them alone in the room that smells faintly of antiseptic and blood.

Sky immediately steps forward, his hands twitching as if he wants to touch her but doesn’t quite dare. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I'd actually get that close.”

She waves him off, reaching for her jacket on the cot beside her. “You won the duel, it's fine.”

“It’s not fine,” he insists. “You could’ve blocked me easily. Why didn’t you?”

Her fingers still on the zipper. She turns her head slowly, her eyes narrowing. “You really want to know?”

He nods, swallowing.

“Because you said something that threw me off,” she says quietly, then repeats his words back to him. “‘Until you ended it out of the blue.’”

Sky crosses his arms, defensive already. “It’s true.”

Her laugh is short, humorless. “You want to talk truth? Fine. The truth is, no matter how good we worked, you had wandering eyes.”

His brows knit together. “That’s not fair.”

“It’s accurate.” She crosses her arms. “You never took your eyes off Bloom when she came to Alfea. You might’ve thought you were subtle, but you weren’t. And I knew right then we wouldn’t work.”

“Y/N -”

“Don’t.” She shakes her head, tugging her jacket over her shoulders. “It’s not even jealousy, Sky. That’s the funny part. It just bruised my ego. It was humiliating, but I wasn’t afraid of losing you.”

He stands there, silent, his shoulders sagging as she keeps going.

“You were the perfect boyfriend,” she admits, meeting his eyes. “You were kind, romantic, respectful. You did everything right and you were amazing in bed.” Her voice softens, though not with affection, just honesty. “But my heart never raced with you. Not once.”

Sky lets out a slow breath, nodding. “So, I was perfect on paper. Just not what you wanted.”

“Yeah.” She smiles faintly, regret brushing her tone. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” he says, his voice low. “Because I didn’t even notice you weren’t happy.”

“I wasn’t unhappy,” she says quickly. “I just wasn’t on cloud nine either. There’s a difference.”

He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Does Riven give you that feeling? The one you never got with me?”

Her eyes snap up, defensive fire lighting instantly. “Riven?” she scoffs. “Don’t even start. He’s a manwhore, Sky. No manners, rude as hell, never knows when to shut up. He sneers instead of smiling, calls me names, and acts like an overgrown child half the time.”

Sky grimaces. “Yeah, I hate when he calls you names too.”

“He pays for it every time,” she interrupts with a grin, leaning back slightly. “I get my revenge. Every. Single. Time.”

Sky blinks, then chuckles despite himself. “Is that why you keep pranking him so hard?”

“Obviously,” she says, smirking. “You know me. I never let anything slide.”

He shakes his head, still laughing. “No, you really don’t.”

She shrugs, and the motion makes the bandage on her neck pull slightly. Her hand flies up, fingers brushing the gauze. Sky’s smile fades.

“Careful,” he murmurs, stepping forward again.

She gives him a quick smile, trying to defuse the sudden tension. “I’ve had worse.”

“Still,” he says softly, hesitating. “Let me walk you back to your dorm.”

Before she can answer, the infirmary door creaks open.

Riven stands in the doorway.

His pink hair is still faintly tinted, though faded, his training gear half undone and his face set somewhere between anger and concern. His eyes find the gauze on her throat instantly, then slide to Sky who is still standing far too close. The muscle in Riven’s jaw flexes once.

Sky straightens, hand still hovering near Y/N’s shoulder. “She’s fine,” he says, but it comes out defensive, as though he’s already expecting a fight.

Riven’s eyes flicker back to Y/N. “Looks like it.” His tone is clipped, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “Silva sent me to check if you’re still bleeding out or just milking it for a day off.”

“I'm not going anywhere,” Y/N fires back automatically, though the corner of her mouth twitches.

Riven’s gaze lingers, dark and unreadable. “Glad to see you can still talk,” he mutters, stepping further into the room.

Sky glances between them, catching it immediately. Their glances are too long to be harmless, only a blind man would deny the chemistry between the two.

He clears his throat. “I’ll, uh, head back to training.”

Y/N nods, avoiding his eyes. “Yeah. Thanks for the assist, Sky.”

He gives her a faint smile before slipping out, closing the door behind him.

The second it shuts, Riven lets out a slow breath, his voice low. “You really need to stop bleeding every time you’re paired with your ex.”

Y/N arches a brow, ignoring the heat that crawls up her neck. It only happened once before and that was just after she ended things with Sky.

“You really need to stop showing up every time I do.”

His lips twitch. “Not my fault you’re always in trouble.”

“Not my fault you always care,” she shoots back, and this time, his smirk falters just slightly, barely enough to see, but enough for her to know she’s right.

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The laughs and whistles are what wake her. They're echoing too close to be part of a dream.

Y/N’s eyes fly open. Blinding sunlight, the scent of lake water, and a sudden realization she’s not in her bed hit her all at once.

She blinks, confused, her fingers digging into something soft and unsteady beneath her. The surface wobbles when she moves, the world around her a blur of rippling water. Then it clicks. She’s in the middle of the lake on a mattress floatie.

“What the hell?!”

Her voice cuts off as another round of whistles breaks out from the shore. She sits up, squinting, only to feel cold air bite at her bare skin. Her heart drops.

She's wearing a white T-shir with no bra, no pants, nothing but her panties and a thin sheet she must’ve dragged with her from bed.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she mutters under her breath, clutching the sheet tighter around herself. But the second she tries to pull it up properly, her balance tips. The mattress tilts and with a startled yelp, she plunges straight into the water.

The cold hits like a slap, stealing her breath. She kicks hard, breaking the surface with a gasp. “Fuck! It’s freezing!”

The laughter from the shore grows louder. Y/N furiously swims toward land, her arms moving quickly through the water, her teeth chattering as she curses everything she can think of.

By the time she drags herself out of the lake, her wet hair clings to her face and shoulders, her thin shirt completely see-through, white panties translucent against her skin. She's shaking as November's wind licks at her, every breath feels like fire in her lungs.

And then she hears it: a familiar, smug chuckle she’d recognize anywhere.

Riven.

He’s standing off to the side of the group, hands on his hips, his grin wide and shameless. The bastard even whistles once more for good measure, as if to make sure everyone knows exactly who’s responsible.

“RIVEN!” she screeches, her voice echoing across the training field.

He just laughs harder. “Morning, sleeping beauty!”

She glares at him, fists clenched. “How the fuck did you even -”

“Trade secret,” he says, still smirking. “But let’s just say, next time, lock your window.”

The realization hits her like another bucket of ice water. He’d been in her room, in her bed, and she hadn’t even stirred. An air fairy maybe helped him, to lift her out silently. The thought only fuels her rage.

“You -” she starts, but a round of catcalls cuts her off.

Riven’s grin falters.

For the first time, he seems to actually see her: the way her soaked shirt clings to her, the way her arms shake as she tries to hold the sheet in front of her, the way every single guy around them is still watching.

His smile dies instantly. “Alright, that’s enough!” he shouts, stepping forward. “Show’s over! Nothing to see here!”

His voice booms, loud enough to cut through the laughter. He positions himself in front of her, blocking the view from everyone’s line of sight. “Move it, all of you! Go!”

There’s a round of groans and chuckles, but they start to scatter when they see the look on his face. Riven’s glare alone could level a mountain.

Sky is the only one running toward them from the other side of the field after realizing why they've gathered.

“Unbelievable,” Riven mutters under his breath, yanking off his hoodie before Sky can reach them. He steps closer, wrapping it around Y/N’s trembling shoulders. It’s warm, smells faintly like sweat and cedar, and the fabric sticks where it touches her wet skin.

“Sure enjoyed the view, didn’t you?” she grumbles, glaring up at him. “Let me guess, itching powder in the hoodie too?”

But her voice lacks its usual spark. Her eyes are wide, uncertain and don’t match her words. Riven sees it, feels it twist something inside his chest. He almost misses the rage in her words.

“Trust me,” he clenches his jaw. “The view’s less than tempting right now. Go get dressed before Silva suspends you.”

She raises her eyebrows, her tone dripping with disbelief. “Isn’t that the point of your little prank? Public humiliation? Suspension?”

He opens his mouth, but she doesn’t give him the chance.

“You made me late to class, dragged me out half-naked, and now everyone knows what color my underwear is. Hell, they even know what my nipples look like! Or if I shave!” Her voice breaks slightly, both from anger and embarrassment, but it’s enough to make him flinch.

“Y/N -”

“Save it.” She shakes her head, brushing past him just as Sky reaches them.

For once, Riven doesn’t have a comeback. He stands frozen, watching her disappear toward the dorms, his hoodie clutched tightly around her like armor, and for the first time since this stupid war began, he feels… wrong.

The laughter from earlier rings in his ears like static and his stomach knots. He wanted to win, to get under her skin, but not like that. Not by turning her into a spectacle. He can still see the look on her face when he realized he could see everything, and so could everyone else.

He hadn’t thought. He’d seen red. He’d moved to cover her because the idea of anyone else seeing her like that made his blood boil.

Now, all that’s left is heaviness and bitterness in his chest.

Sky’s voice cuts through his thoughts. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

Riven looks at him sharply. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” Sky snaps, gesturing toward the lake. “You humiliated her in front of the entire class! You think that’s funny? You shouldn’t waste your chance with her like this. If you want her, pursue her properly.”

Riven blinks, thrown off. “What? What the hell are you talking about? You think Y/N and I are interested in each other?”

Sky folds his arms, his gaze steady. “You tell me. You’re both obsessed. You hide it under all the insults and pranks, but it’s obvious you care more than you want to admit.”

Riven scoffs. “You’ve lost it. I can’t stand her. She’s pretentious, annoying, nosy, a total know-it-all. She’s...she’s fucked in the head on a whole new level. And that superiority complex -”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sky interrupts flatly. “You still like her.”

Riven freezes.

Sky takes a step closer, lowering his voice. “And if you don’t stop being such an asshole, you’ll never get your chance. Which would be a damn shame, because I know firsthand what an amazing girl she is. You’re lucky, Riven.”

Riven stares at him, speechless.

Sky’s gaze softens, tired. “I’d do anything to get a second chance. Don’t be stupid and waste yours.”

He turns and walks off, leaving Riven standing alone by the water, the ripples catching sunlight, mocking him with their quiet. He drags a hand through his hair, jaw tight, heart hammering in his chest too fast. For once, there’s no smirk, no clever retort, just the unsettling realization that Sky might actually be right.

And that scares him more than anything.

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Tags: @haruari @bartyssimp-riley-1602 @zephyg-06 @084intheskye @that-one-little-soybean @throneofgoingthroughit

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

This is war, pt. 3

PART 1  PART 2

Warnings: violence, blood, sexual innuendos, swearing, toxic relationship

Pairing: Riven x specialist!reader

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Riven circles her like a predator, his eyes narrowed beneath the strip of tape across his nose, his bubblegum-pink hair catching in the light. If looks could kill, Y/N would already be in a shallow grave.

“Try not to cry when I put you on your ass,” he sneers.

She tilts her head, rolling her shoulders loose as she raises her fists. “You already cry enough for both of us, Barbie.”

The first punch comes quick as Riven lunges, aiming a sharp jab for her ribs. She blocks, twisting her wrist and snapping forward with a strike that hits his jaw. He grunts, stumbling half a step, and she smirks.

“Careful there. Wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty little nose again, would we?”

His answer is a low growl, and then he’s on her again. He’s enraged, relentless, each of his punches heavy, blunt, meant to bruise and deal damage. She dances back, quick on her feet, landing smaller, sharper punches that sting but don’t leave him incapacitated like she hoped. When her knuckles crack across his mouth, his lip splits, blood trickling crimson against his teeth.

Riven freezes for half a second, tasting the copper on his tongue. His eyes darken.

“You bitch,” he snarls, and before she can react, he launches forward, tackling her straight off her feet. The world tilts, the gray sky flashing before her eyes before his weight crashes down on her. Her back hits the mat with a thud, the air knocked out of her chest as he pins her beneath him, forearm pressed across her collarbone, knees bracketing her hips.

For a moment, neither of them moves. His blood drips warm on her cheek, but she doesn’t flinch. His chest heaves against hers, staring into her eyes. He sees a flicker of pain flash momentarily before she slips her mask back on, hiding any and all emotions from him.

And then she laughs lowly, taunting him breathlessly. “Such a temper! Didn’t know I rattled you that much.”

“Shut up,” he snaps, pressing harder, his entire body anchoring her to the floor. She wriggles, testing his hold, but he doesn’t budge. The weight of him is solid, immovable.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters, voice rough. “That’s your problem, Y/L/N. You’re precise, sure. Quick, but weaker. Always weaker than me.” His smirk is as cruel as his words. She hates hearing the word ‘weak’ used to describe her, for she’s heard enough of it in her life. “So mind yourself in the future, or I’ll have to remind you of this fact again and again.”

Swallowing thickly, she raises a brow. Her grin only widens, lips curling slow. “Mhhhm. I don’t mind being pinned under you.” She drags her gaze deliberately downward, then back up to his eyes. “The view’s perfect. And honestly? Your hold on me? Kinda hot. Shows you really care.”

His brows shoot down, his smirk faltering into a frown as if she’s sprouted horns. “You’re insane.”

She winks up at him. “Isn’t that what you like?”

“Fuck no.”

“Oh really?” She arches a brow, breath hot against his jaw. “Funny, because your dating history would suggest otherwise.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, bloodied but cocky. “So you have been stalking me. Keeping tabs on who I fuck.”

Her face twists in disgust, nose scrunching as she lets out a sharp laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Everyone’s been made aware of who you fuck because you’re not exactly subtle. I don’t waste my time keeping tabs on your conquests, Riven.”

He leans closer, smirk widening, his breath fanning over her lips. “Watch it. You almost sound jealous.”

“And you sound pathetic,” she shoots back instantly, though her pulse betrays her, racing under his weight.

They lock eyes, and for a fraction of a second, the fight is forgotten. His smirk lingers, her gaze dares him to keep going.

Her grin turns wicked as she shifts beneath him, deliberately squirming, her hips rolling just enough to brush against his pelvis. His entire body goes rigid as she catches the evidence pressing against her thigh, and she chuckles low in her throat.

“Well, well,” she purrs, tilting her head to look him dead in the eye. “Guess I’m not the only one enjoying myself.”

His jaw tightens, his lip bleeding still as he scowls down at her. “It’s the adrenaline. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, please.” She wiggles again, slow and purposeful, watching the muscle in his cheek twitch. “Adrenaline doesn’t get you that hard, Riven. Not unless you’re imagining something else while you’re on top of me.”

He growls, leaning closer, his broken nose almost brushing hers. “You wish.”

“And yet,” she whispers, her lips ghosting over his as she arches up toward him, “you’re still holding me down… almost mercifully, I might add. If you really hated me, you’d have made me bleed by now.”

His grip falters, just for a second. Enough for her to feel the hesitation in the way his fingers loosen on her wrist, in the way his forearm doesn’t press quite as hard. His gaze flickers to her mouth, and their lips are so close, barely a breath apart.

That’s when she takes her chance.

With a sudden twist of her hips and a sharp shove of her legs, she flips them, using his moment of distraction against him. His back hits the mat, his grunt cut short by her laugh as she straddles his waist, pinning him this time.

“I may not have your brute strength,” she says, breathless but triumphant, her hair falling loose around her flushed, bloodied cheeks and he can’t help but think this is the most beautiful she’s ever looked, “but I’ll always be stronger than you where it counts.”

Her smirk is infuriating, her chest rising and falling above his as she pushes off him, standing with a victorious stretch. She brushes off grass from her training gear, winking down at him. “Better luck next time, champ.”

Riven stays on the ground, propped up on his elbows, staring after her with a mixture of fury and confusion. He should’ve thrown her off, should’ve kept her pinned, but instead… he let her get to him. He let her worm into his head and turn his own body against him.

His lip throbs, his chest heaves, and his hard on is still very much a problem.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, raking a hand through his ridiculous pink hair. She’s walking away, smug as ever, hips swaying like she knows exactly what she’s done to him.

“She’s got to be a mind fairy in disguise,” he hisses to himself, glaring holes into her retreating form. “No other way she could manipulate me like that.”

It’s the only explanation he can think of, but even as the thought leaves his mouth, he knows how stupid it sounds. He knows she’s no fairy, she’s just Y/N: infuriating, reckless, shameless Y/N.

And she’s going to drive him insane long before he ever gets the chance to humble her.

Three days later, Y/N is already smirking to herself as she watches Riven unscrew the cap of his water bottle and down half of it in one go. She’d slipped just enough laxatives inside to be effectively torturous, but not too cruel. Watching him sweat through drills with a stomachache will be far more satisfying than any bruise she could land.

She doesn’t have to wait long. As Silva calls everyone to the center of the training field, pairing them off one by one, Riven suddenly stiffens. His hand shoots to his stomach, his face twisting into something between fury and nausea. He mutters a curse under his breath, shoulders tensing as though it might hold back what’s coming.

Y/N bites her lip hard to keep from laughing. But the sharp glance Riven throws her way with eyes narrow, suspicious, murderous, makes her giggle outright. He doesn’t have proof, not really, but his intuition screams her.

“Care to share the joke, Y/L/N?” Silva’s barks at her across the field.

“Nothing, sir,” she says smoothly, clearing her throat, though her eyes gleam with mischief.

Silva eyes her for a second longer before continuing down the line. Finally, he pairs her with Sky.

They step into the sparring ring, circling one another with familiarity that feels both comfortable and suffocating.

Sky moves first, his sword flashing in a clean strike meant to test her defenses. Y/N blocks easily, their blades clashing in a spark of steel. She retaliates with a quick jab, but he parries, meeting her eyes with a half smile.

“You haven’t slowed down,” he says between blows.

“Neither have you.” She twists away, catching his blade on hers again, the sound ringing in her ears.

Their movements are fluid, a rhythm they’ve long since perfected when they trained together for the duration of their courtship and eventual relationship. Step, strike, block, counter, she remembers it well.

Silva yawns audibly. “If you two keep dancing like that, I’ll fall asleep,” he grumbles. “No more practice swords, use the real ones now. Show me something worth watching.”

Y/N tightens her grip, her focus narrowing. Real swords are heavier, more difficult to wield. With swords, Sky has always been just a hair faster. She adjusts, parries again, pushes him back with a forceful lunge.

“You know,” Sky says, catching her blade mid-swing, their swords locked between them, “we’ve always been so in sync. No wonder we’re on par with each other.”

She grits her teeth, muscles straining as she shoves him back. “We were always a good pair,” she agrees, their blades slicing through the air as they clash again. “Almost like we could read each other’s minds.”

“That’s usually a cornerstone of a happy relationship,” he remarks, his voice quieter now, slipping under her guard in a way his sword hasn’t yet.

Her eyes flicker to his, sharp. “Exactly why we didn’t work.”

He frowns, pushing forward, their swords scraping. “Correction: exactly why you thought we didn’t work. For me, things were perfect. Until you ended it out of the blue.”

Her focus falters, just for an instant. And in that instant, Sky sees his opening. He twists, his blade sliding cleanly along hers before darting toward her throat.

The tip finds skin. Y/N gasps, stumbling back, her hand flying to her neck. Warmth gushes between her fingers, sticky and red.

“Shit!” Sky’s sword falls to the ground. His hands are on hers instantly, pressing against the wound. Panic floods his features, his usual calm completely shattered. “I didn’t, I didn’t expect you not to block that! I swear, I wasn’t aiming to -”

Her throat burns, the sting of steel fresh against her skin, but she clenches her jaw, trying to keep pressure where the blood wells. “I know,” she rasps, though her voice cracks. She can’t cry. She won’t. Not in front of the class that wants to see her fail. Not in front of Riven who certainly enjoys finding her weak spots.

Across the ring, Silva’s shout booms like thunder. “Sky! Get her to the infirmary. Now.”

Sky doesn’t wait for a second order, his arm loops around her waist, guiding her quickly off the field, his face pale.

They pass Riven on the way out. He’s standing off to the side, posture tense, still pale from his own internal war but distracted now, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of blood running down Y/N’s neck. His mouth parts, his body instinctively twitching forward as if to follow.

But Silva’s growl halts him. “Don’t even think about it, Riven. Get your ass back here.”

Riven’s jaw flexes, eyes snapping from Y/N’s retreating figure to Silva’s glare. He mutters something under his breath, a curse swallowed by the field, before shoving his hands through his pink hair, forcing himself back into formation.

Still, his gaze lingers long after she’s gone.

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Tags: @haruari @bartyssimp-riley-1602 @zephyg-06 @084intheskye @that-one-little-soybean @throneofgoingthroughit

A/n: It's been like...two? years since the last part, so....Sorry? Anyway, hope you enjoy and the tags worked :)

[ha1taniwh0re]

Helloooo!

I don't know if you're still very active, but I'm sending you a request in case you are.

Is it possible to write something about Musa in the vibes of Boyfriend by Dove Cameron?

Thank you very much! <3

I could be better boyfriend than him

Sum: Musa and Riven broke up long before and Riven’s new girlfriend is very hot~

Warning: Musa x fem!reader, lesbian, breakup, dom!Musaxsub!reader, bad boyfriend Riven, cheating

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It was sunny day, my boyfriend Riven and I were walking around park. As we were walking he would turn around and look at other girls. I knew that very well but ignored it, for god knows what reason. As some curvy girl walked by, Riven smirked and looked at her, before she could disappear he turned to me.

“Im gonna go get us drinks”

With that he stood up and went after girl, i sighed. My thoughts running to find reasons why im still with that guy if he treats me so bad, i got back to reality by feeling hot breath on my ear.

“He is not worth it, sweetie”

I turned around and saw Riven’s ex, Musa, music guardian fairy. She is very beautiful girl, that beautiful dark blue hair and that beautiful eyes along with smile and puffy lips. I would get very insecure when i think that Riven had her, she is 10 times prettier.

“Hey Musa, what you doing here?”

She chuckled and sat beside me, she was in beautiful red crop top that showed her breasts beautifully, in baggy jeans, headphones around her neck, sneakers, a bit of makeup, hoop earrings, her long hair down and scarf on her head as accessori.

“what? Can’t a girl walk around park?”

I blushed from embarrassment as I forgot we are in park, where everyone can go.

“Oh yeah, sorry I forgot we are in park”

“You are very pretty when you blush~”

I blushed more from her compliment, Riven wasn’t very good on words so when someone compliments me I get flustered.

“T-thank you Musa, you are pretty too”

She pulled me by waist to her, our lips almost touched.

“I never knew how stupid I was to be with Riven till I met you”

I got a bit offended by that, but before I could say a thing she put finger on my mouth.

“You are stupid to be with him [name]. He left you, this beauy, to go chase some low girls. And look at you being hurt by that. I can't believe we're finally alone. I can't believe I almost went home. What are the chances? Everyone's dancing, And he's not with you”

“The universe must have divined this.What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?”

She pulled me even more closer to her our tits touching, my hand on her shoulder, her hands on my hips. She pulled me in her lap.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did, Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit”

before I knew it we were kissing, her lips were soft, she played with my hair while kissing me. I loved it, i enjoyed it.

“What is this?!”

We broke kiss, as i was to move from Musa she stopped me.

“Don’t be jealous Riven, you had chance and didn’t use it. You gave space to us who admire this beauty for some time now and I guess she is done with you too”

She turned to me with smile, her hand on my cheek.

“I never would have left you alone, here on your own glued to your phone, never would have left you alone. For someone else to take you home”

With that Musa took my hand and we walked away. As I remember I ended up in her bed, in her house. We laid on bed cuddling enjoying each others company.

[littlemissvenom0]

Masterlist for Winx Saga

Riven

Title: Focus

Title: Focus (Riven) The forest was eerily silent as you walked through the trees, your footsteps the only sound breaking the stillness.

[littlemissvenom0]

Title: Focus (Riven)

The forest was eerily silent as you walked through the trees, your footsteps the only sound breaking the stillness. You had been sent on a simple scouting mission—a routine task that shouldn't have caused any problems. But something felt wrong. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

And then it happened.

Out of nowhere, you were attacked. A group of rogue Burned Ones had appeared from the shadows, their claws reaching for you before you had time to react. Your powers flared to life instantly, but the fear and adrenaline running through your body made them unstable. You fought back as best you could, but the panic coursing through your veins made it hard to focus, hard to control the magic sparking at your fingertips.

The Burned Ones came closer, and something inside you snapped.

Your powers surged out of control, exploding from you in waves of energy that scorched the ground and the trees around you. The Burned Ones scattered, but the damage was already done. Your powers were out of control, slipping further and further from your grasp as your panic grew.

You couldn’t stop it. The energy crackled around you like a storm, bright and violent, tearing apart everything in its path. You tried to rein it in, but your mind was spinning, your heart pounding, and you could barely breathe. It felt like the power was consuming you, taking over, and no matter how hard you fought, it wouldn’t stop.

“No... no, no, no,” you gasped, your voice barely audible over the roaring of your own magic. “Stop... I can’t—”

Suddenly, you felt someone grab you from behind, strong arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you close.

"Hey!" Riven’s voice cut through the chaos, rough and urgent. “Focus!”

You couldn’t focus. The energy was spiraling out of control, blinding you to everything but the overwhelming power surging through you. You barely registered Riven’s presence, your mind lost in the storm.

"Come on, Y/N, snap out of it!" he shouted, his grip on you tightening as he tried to pull you back to reality. “It’s me—look at me!”

You didn’t respond, your body trembling violently as the energy continued to tear through you. It was too much. You were going to lose control completely, and then you didn’t know what would happen.

Riven, sensing your meltdown was getting worse, turned you around so you were facing him, his hands cupping your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Breathe," he ordered, his voice surprisingly steady despite the chaos surrounding you. "Look at me, Y/N. You can control this. You’re stronger than this."

His words barely registered, your mind clouded by panic, but the feeling of his hands on your face—solid, grounding—cut through the storm just enough for you to hear him.

“Breathe.” His voice softened slightly, his thumbs brushing gently against your skin as he spoke. “You can do this. I’m right here.”

You tried to listen, tried to focus on the sound of his voice, but your body was still shaking, your magic still out of control. The fear of hurting him, of hurting anyone, gripped you even harder.

"Riven, I—" you gasped, your breath coming in shallow bursts. "I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," he said firmly, his face inches from yours, his eyes locked onto yours. “You’ve done it before. Just breathe. In and out. Focus on me.”

His words were a lifeline, something to cling to in the middle of the storm, and you tried. You really did. You took a breath—shaky, uneven—but it was something. Riven’s eyes stayed on you the entire time, never once leaving your face, never letting you slip away again.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice low now, calming. "Keep going."

With each breath, the energy around you began to subside, slowly at first, but steadily. The crackling, violent magic that had surrounded you like a tempest began to calm, retreating back into you as you slowly regained control. Your hands stopped trembling, the storm in your mind quieted, and finally, finally, the chaos faded away.

You sagged against Riven, your body exhausted, your mind numb from the sheer effort it had taken to pull yourself back. His arms stayed around you, holding you steady as you caught your breath, his presence grounding you in a way nothing else could.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “You’re okay now.”

You nodded weakly, still too drained to speak. Your body felt heavy, your legs barely able to hold you up. But Riven didn’t let go, keeping you upright, keeping you close.

“I thought I was gonna lose control,” you finally managed to say, your voice shaky.

“But you didn’t,” Riven replied, his tone still calm. “You’re stronger than you think, Y/N. You just needed to remember that.”

You looked up at him, his face serious but not angry, not disappointed. Just... there. For you. The realization of how much he’d grounded you, how much you relied on him in that moment, hit you hard.

“Why... why did you stay with me?” you asked quietly. “You could’ve gotten hurt.”

Riven shrugged, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Someone’s gotta keep you in line, right?”

You let out a weak laugh, but the weight of what he’d done for you lingered in the air between you. He’d been the only one who could pull you out of that meltdown, the only one who could reach you when you were lost in your own power.

“Thanks,” you whispered, leaning your forehead against his chest, letting yourself find comfort in the solidness of him.

Riven didn’t say anything, but his hand gently rubbed your back, a quiet reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere.

And for now, that was all you needed.

[unknowntoyou2205]

Innocence meets trouble

Info: For some reason the new girl catches Riven’s attention, and it’s not just because she’s put in second year

Riven x reader

Riven jumped on Skys back as they walked through the entrance of the school building. It was the first day of second year and Riven had just caught Sky talking to a first year. The teasing had begun, and Sky could only roll his eyes at his roommate and best friend before they bumped into someone.

Y/n’s hands shook slightly as she carried her bags through the yard. Her first day at a new school and y/n knew that she would stand out. Having skipped a year already due to her advance in magic, Dowling had decided that she would be better off in a more advanced class, which didn’t sit well with y/n. She would already stand out due to her relation to Stella, cousins by marriage, but that would inevitably take a back seat when people found out about her skills. Not watching where she was going she ended up bumping into someone, knocking against a wall as a result.

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“I’m so sorry.” The blonde guy gasped, grabbing her arm to steady her.

“Watch where you’re going.” The raven haired beside him snapped.

“My fault, wasn’t watching where I was going.” Y/n stated, looking down at her bags now on the ground.

“First year?” The guy asked, hitting Riven’s arm.

“No second.” Y/n flinched, rubbing her shoulder.

“I don’t recall seeing you last year.” The Raven guy stated, narrowing his eyes at her.

“I’m new, first year here but second year of classes.” Y/n explained, not liking explaining herself.

“Well I’m Sky, this is Riven, Specialists, probably be in some of your classes.” The blonde haired introduced himself and his friend.

“Y/n, second year, fairy.” Y/n spoke, waving slightly at the end.

“Here, et us help you with these bags.” Sky suggested, holding an arm out to grab some of y/n’s bag.

“I’m out of here.” Riven stated, holding a peace sign as he started walking backwards.

“Riven.” Sky tutted at his friend.

“Seya later.” Riven stated, walking off, glancing back at y/n as he left.

“I’m sorry about him. He wasn’t like this last year.” Sky apologized, smiling at y/n as he grabbed her suitcase.

“It’s fine. And as opposed to these, I got it, thanks.” y/n smiled softly.

“I insist, the least I can do after bumping into you.” Sky stated, and y/n chuckled lightly before allowing Sky to lead the way.

Riven wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. For some reason he couldn’t stop staring at the new girl. He refused to acknowledge the newbies, but there was something about this girl that he could not shift, and currently, he was standing at the upper floor, looking across at where y/n was standing, watching the party down below.

Y/n stood at the corner, away from all the people that were walking along the halls, observing the scene down below. She wasn’t one for crowds, but she knew that if she didn’t turn up than she would draw more attention to herself than she cared for.

“You know you could just talk to her instead of stalking her.” Sky spoke, coming up from behind him.

“I don’t know what your talking about.” Riven spoke, taking a swig from his drink.

“Alright than.” Sky smirked before moving away from him.

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“Staying away from the people, smart as a newbie.” A voice called to her, and y/n turned to see Sky walking towards her.

“I’m not one for crowds.” Y/n shrugged, crossing her arms.

“Funny, neither is Riven.” Sky smirked, pointing towards his friend that was looking over at them.

“I would of thought him the opposite.” Y/n remarked.

“He likes to portray that image, but trust me, he’s a softie at heart.” Sky smirked, winking at her.

Two weeks since her first day, y/n decided to walk the grounds on her free day to see what was around to do. She mostly kept to herself, having an error in the assigning of rooms lead to y/n having her own room, but she didn’t mind that. It made her days more calm, she wasn’t one for madness, and it helped with the questions. Which is why she would often walk the grounds on her own, walking down the path towards the specialist area.

Riven turned his attention to the girl in front of him. The two had rarely spoken since they bumped into each other the first day of term, but there was something about her that wouldn’t leave her mind. Deciding to ignore her, he took out his box of cigarettes and stood up. Y/n frowned at the box as he walked off.

“Hello stranger.” Sky called out to her as she walked by the bench area.

“Hey.” Y/n smiled , eyeing Riven as he sat beside his friend.

“What’s got you around this area?” Sky asked, and Riven looked up at the girl.

“Just walking around. Scouting out the area.” Y/n shrugged.

Y/n walked on further before seeing an outline of trees ahead of her. Looking around, she opted to leave the grounds and head into the hooded area. She knew it would be dark, but that meant that it would most likely be abandoned.

“I don’t see the hype of them.” Y/n stated.

“That’s because you’re a goody too shoes.” Riven stated, smirking at her as he walked off.

“Ignore him, he’s been acting like this since summer.” Sky stated.

“Gotcha.” Y/n nodded before walking off down the path.

Branches cracked under her feet as she made her way into the forest. Birds could be heard and the soft wind against leaves made her smile. She loved nature, which was probably why she gained the ability of earth and it’s elements. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t see the foot that was sprawled across her path, leading to her to trip and fall. She groaned and looked to the side before screaming at what she saw.

Riven glanced behind him only to take a double take before jumping away from his position in shock He grabbed y/n out of reflex before pushing her behind him as he screamed out for someone. It wasn’t long before Silva turned up and he crouched beside the mauled and obviously dead man that was leaning against a tree. He opted to send the students back and alert Dowling about their discovery, and Riven couldn’t help but throw a worried glance at the girl beside him.

“Geez, I’m not that bad looking.” Riven rolled his eyes at her reaction.

“Not you.” Y/n snapped, pointing behind him.

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Y/n sighed as she crossed her arms across her chest as she walked her way through the halls. Students looked her way before whispering to each other, and y/n knew what it was about. Word spreads fast around the school, and by now both students and teachers knew about y/n in the woods. The image from the woods had haunted her the night before, and she didn’t want to speak about the day. She wanted to forget it, however hard that would be.

Riven was leaning against a pillar outside, smoking a joint when he seen a certain h/c headed girl walk out from the school building, trying to avoid the crowds of students that were walking. Seeing her looking down at the ground, Riven opted to call the girl over and try to talk to her.

Riven nodded before moving away from the pillar and heading off to where Beatrix and Dane were standing, watching them talk. The trio that were known for mischief, and y/n only watched as he left, seeing as he placed an arm around Beatrix, looking over their shoulder as they walked away.

“Hey, y/n.” He called out, and y/n froze at the familiar voice. “Come here.” Riven finished, and y/n looked at him, unsure.

“Yes?” She asked, unsure of what the boy would want.

“You okay?” He asked, showing small hint of concern.

“Why do you care?” She asked, frowning at him.

“Yesterday was freaky, I know I seen it.” Riven shrugged.

“Yeah well you use a joint to help, I don’t.” Y/n narrowed her eyes at him.

“Why are you so hostile, I am only asking if you’re okay.” Riven stated, placing his hands up in mock surrender.

“Sorry.” Y/n muttered, looking away from him.

“Want one?” Riven asked, offering his joint to her.

“I’m good.” Y/n scrunched her nose at the strong smell.

“Look seriously, if you want to talk, I’m here.” Riven stated, looking down in confusion as to why he just said that.

“Thanks, I guess.” Y/n squinted at him, unsure how to respond.

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The following days, Y/n spent most her time in her dorm, avoiding being seen as much as possible. Riven had grown worried for the girl, and would find himself staring at the back of her head when they were in class together. He had left the relationship he had with Beatrix and Dane, so he had grown to find his feelings for the girl had changed. The two often caught eyes with each other and a short smile would be exchanged. Small conversations would be exchanged, and y/n would still grimace at him when she would see him smoking or up to mischief which would lead to him smirking at her with that boyish smile.

As teacher brought the class to a close, Riven watched as y/n packed her bag and quickly left before the other students left for the day. Y/n threw her bag over her shoulder as she left, and Riven noticed her phone slide out of her jean pocket, landing on the floor. Seeing that y/n clearly hadn’t noticed the loss, Riven moved forward and grabbed the phone off the floor before rushing after.

She glanced up at them as their hands brushed together briefly. Riven raised an eyebrow at her as he felt a tingle as she moved away from him. Y/n only smiled at him before moving away from him. The two held contact with each other before y/n blinked, looking down to break it. Riven cleared his throat and smiled, waking backwards before finally turning.

“Hey, /n, wait up.” Riven shouted at her, waving her phone at her.

“Hey Riven.” Y/n smiled weakly at him, and Riven could see that she was tired.

“You dropped this.” He stated, holding the phone out to her.

“Oh, thanks.” Y/n nodded at him, taking her phone from him.

Riven looked down for a minute, thinking before deciding to try and catch up to y/n. He watched ahead, bumping into students as y/n turned the corner. Cursing to himself, Riven moved quicker, not taking a second glance at those who shouted at him as he moved quickly to get to her, when often he would glare at them. Y/n turned off to a quiet corridor, and Riven stopped at the turn to see y/n struggling with her key. Riven looked back as two girls came whispering to each other as they opened their dorm and walked in, both looking at Riven and y/n before the door closed. Riven coughed slightly, and y/n looked over her shoulder at him before finally getting the door open.

“Riven?” Y/n called.

“Yea?” The rave haired boy turned around.

“No, it’s okay.” Y/n shook his head, cursing herself for calling him.

“Y/n?” Riven asked, walking back to him.

“It’s nothing.” Y/n shook her head again, walking away from Riven.

Riven looked at y/n and moved closer to her. Y/n watched Rivens shadow as it creeped towards her.Feeling a hand being placed on her arm, y/ looked at it before looking up at Riven. She flicked her hair back and smiled up at the boy and he sighed, unsure if he should be doing this.

“Y/n,” Riven started, only to stop himself.

“You followed me?” Y/n asked, narrowing her eys at him from her door.

“I’m confused by something, I’m not sure how to act.” Riven shrugged, not looking away from her.

“Confused about what?” Y/n asked, looking at Riven intrigued by what he wanted to say.

"You, me, I dunno?" Riven stated, shrugging.

"Well maybe say it and it might be helpful." Y/n shrugged, trying to be helpful.

"There's something about you, that, won't leave me. I find myself enjoying our short chats. Brief as they are." Riven started, and y/n looked down as she blushed.

"Riven."

Y/n could only close her eyes as she allowed Riven to move closer to her. Her breath caught in her chest as there lips met, and she melted under Riven’s touch. The kiss was brief and when they pulled away, y/n looked up at Riven in shock

“We are two completely different people.” Y/n commented.

“Sometimes opposites attract.” Riven stated before leaning in.

“What does this mean?” Y/n asked, squinting up at him gently.

“I dunno, we’ll see where this goes.” Riven shrugged, before smiling softly at her.

“I’d ike that.” Y/n smiled, before leaning her head on his chest.

[msinke]

Prologue the princess' guard

"Rose, Wake up" Mom yelled from downstairs. I startled awake at this, almost falling off the edge of my bed or should i say cot. ''Coming'' I call back groggily as I rush to pull on my clothes. Simple yet easy to move around in, you never know what is going to come at you, not in my world at least. I rush downstairs while pulling my hair in a high ponytail, no time to waste.

My parents were sat in our small kitchen, my dad reading the news, and mom going over the night's reports. Grabbing an oat bar, I leaned against the counter. "Good morning" I said. "The queen wants to see you to day'' Dad said not looking up from his newspaper''. This caught my attention, ''Why would she need to see me, why now?'' I questioned before truly thinking."It's Stella'' mom stated annoyed, "Something happened at Alfea''. I flinched at her tone, of course it would be about her. ''What time?'' I asked standing up straighter. ''at 0900'' dad stated this time looking up shooting me a look. Looking at the clock, I had half an hour to get to the queens office, where she would normally take these meetings. "Do change you clothes though dear, that is no outfit to go in front of the queen'' mom stated than turned to dad, "dear, we have to run through the safety measures for the convoy, one last time''. ''I know'' He answered putting the newspaper down, and picking up the night reports mom had discarded. I tried to sneak a look at them but they now both openly glared at me. Shrinking back I left the room to go change into proper clothes, or well what would be seen as proper for the daughter of the queens guards highest officials.

So keeping my brown hair up in a ponytail, I changed out of the leggings, and hoodie I had pulled on into my combat boots, jeans and cropped combat jacket with compression shirt underneath. Practical, and what is expected of me. I sighed looking at myself in the mirror, my heart pounding. Nope, no panicking now, you have no time, I said to myself, before turning on my heel out of the room.

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I approached the queens' office with ten minutes to spare, never be late, I learned that the hard way. I nodded at the two guards standing at the doors, Jake and Jason, two brothers hand-picked from Alfeas graduating class years ago by my dad. Loyal to a fault, not just to the queen but also him. ''What do you want, squirt'' Jake taunted, laughing with his twin. I roll my eyes,'' Dad said queen Luna requested a meeting with me''. They both started laughing at the ridiculous notion, I know what they think of me. The general and the spymasters' daughter, who did not deserve to be anywhere near here. I stood stiff as a board, letting their jokes and jabs slide. Or well, trying to, as my mind races through all the options. Maybe the usual, just a ball to attend or something. But what if, it's more than that, I tried to keep my composure. The only thing allowing me to keep it was the years of drilling it into me by my parents.

''Miss Lignille, come in" her assistant of the moment announced. They never lasted long, not with her anyway. I lifted my chin, walking into the office, curtsying. ''Your majesty'' I said at the lowest point staying low. ''You may rise, Rose'' Queen Luna said. I rose and stood in position. Legs wide, arms behind my back. The queen, threw the newspaper on the table. "Stella has been causing some issues at Alfea'' She stated, nodding to the paper. I stepped forward picking it up. The headline read "Blinded student at Alfea, accident or on purpose?". "What happened" I asked. "Stella did, she lost control and now her roommate is permanently blind'' The queen explained. "We managed to keep it quiet all summer, but gossip started. We will release a statement today that it was on purpose. Better to have Stella be feared rather than weak,'' I nodded, "So where do I come in?'' "You are to go to Alfea with Stella, her magic has become unreliable at best" The queen stated, ''You are to be near her at all times, following fairy classes, and keeping up your training when Stella has her one on one classes with headmistress Dowling. Your parents have consented, and you are to leave for the college today with Stella''. I nodded, ''Anything else I need to be aware of?" I asked. "No, that will be all, you are dismissed'' The queen stated waving me away. I curtsied before exiting the room, rushing back to our rooms in the guard wing.

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I had packed my duffel bag quickly, not that I had much to pack anyway. ''Rose" Mom yelled. I rush down the stairs. They were both dressed in their guard uniforms. "Let's go, we will brief you on the way to the cars'' Dad said. I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder, following them out of the flat. The only place I had ever called home. ''You will be in the second car, Stella is in the third" Dad started, ''When we get to Alfea you are to stay near her at all times, You will share a room, and classes as Queen Luna already told you. I have prepared a training regime, you have to keep up''. I nodded, ''Yes sir''. I expected nothing else from them. ''Now for the convoy, we don't expect anything to happen, but in case, you are to protect the princess'' Mom cut in, as we walked into the courtyard. Stella spotted me and turned to her mother. ''No Stella, this is not up for discussion. Rose is to stay near you at all times, she is there for your protection" The queen shut her down. Stella shut me a glare, which made me roll my eyes. We used to be close, but evidently not anymore though no since I got appointed as her guard and body double. I nodded to my parents getting into the car, there would be no teary goodbyes not in our family. As we drove away, I had one last glimpse of the palace, as huge of an assignment this is, I was excited. I got to go to Alfea, finally away from them.