Blessing y’all with this beauty, today

This outfit!!

My baby❤️

This scene always hurts!

The blue coat

❤️

No explanation needed, just this scene

Anna

Happy birthday to my favourite person in the entire world❤️ I love you so much

So

As someone who grew up with the og Saturday cartoon I will say I’m not the biggest fan of the Netflix Winx show.

Bloom is not a likeable character in fact I’d hazard at comparing her to Denethor but that’s just me. Whatever. There’s some other stuff that could be potentially problematic, but I binged all of season one so it’s safe to say I like it - as a separate piece of work.

I WILL FUCKING SAY THOUGH. The best fucking scene is watching Farah, Saul, and Ben commiserating over some agave juice and war stories and acknowledging that these fucking teens think they’re so sneaky when these beautiful old fucks were in fact the ones that broke those rules first.

The thing that makes this worth it is the profs.

Please, Netflix, if you’re gonna give us anything more - give us more of that

Any oneelse as gayforFarah as I am?

Like jesus fucking christ I want Saul Silva’s dick too, but fucking Farah, queen goddess, bad boss bitch can fucking wreckme

A prompt sent to me from @thelonewolfes, thank you so much hon!! This one wrote itself so fast lol, I love two idiots in love featuring a meddlesome Saul.

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Meddlesome Affairs

You’d been a teacher for years, at both magical schools and not, but never had you thought your career would lead you to the esteemed Alfea.

You’d applied to the position partly on a whim, partly out of the excitement at the possibility of working at Alfea — and then been pleasantly surprised when you’d been called into an interview, conducted by none other than the Headmistress, Farah Dowling.

And then had been elated to find an email in your inbox two days later from the very same, offering both her congratulations and job offer.

While the learning curve had been steep at first — Alfea was a tightly run ship — you settled in quickly, building a rapport with your students and making fast friends not only with your colleagues, but, to your great surprise, with Farah herself.

It started at your three month performance review, a one-on-one meeting that had started out as business, but had drifted into personal towards the end, much to your surprise as well as Farah’s. You’d thought it to be a one off occurrence, a fluke that left you a little bit closer to the Headmistress, but a few days later when she’d stopped by your office and asked you to share a quick lunch with her, you realized you might just have a new friend.

And a new friend indeed — despite a slight bump in the beginning when Farah had finally admitted to being nervous about the innate power she held over you as Headmistress (and your subsequent reassurance that she would know without a doubt should she ever do anything to upset you), the two of you became nearly inseparable. Lunches when they could be managed, dinners shared over a nice bottle of wine she always brought, even afternoons spent in her office grading your respective coursework, it seemed like you spent every minute you could together, much to your delight.

She became one of your best friends — but then the flutterings in your stomach her presence brought around were just too strong to ignore, and you had to admit you had a crush on Farah Dowling.

You couldn’t bear to lose what you had with her, and so upon your realization, you quickly decided that you would never act on your feelings, happy to keep your friendly conversations as just that. But the longer you knew her, the more you began to wonder if there might just be something there — there were looks that you shared, so casual and easy, yet there was a spark underlying them, one that at times had you wondering if she was going to lean in and kiss you. There were times a friendly touch of your arm would linger a moment longer than expected, and there were compliments that felt almost too heartfelt to just be that of a friend. 

In the soft light of her living room one night, the stress of a busy week finally melting from the both of you, she reached out and touched the sleeve of the blouse you wore, fingering the material gently as she murmured, “That color looks gorgeous on you.”

You blushed, and tried to hide it in your wine glass, but hadn’t missed her proud look at pulling such a reaction from you. “You’re too kind,” you finally replied, smiling fondly at her, “but thank you.” Maybe it was the wine going to your head, but before you could overthink it, you turned your smile into something more like a smirk and spoke again. “You’ll make a girl feel special with compliments like that.”

“Maybe I intend to,” she replied, a little gleam in her eye that made your heart jump and fill you with the urge to lean in closer, but then she was standing to retrieve something sweet from the kitchen, and the moment was broken.

For months, moments like that continued, moments you thought might drive you crazy if they continued, and you began to doubt your strict no action policy. She had to be flirting, you thought, the connection between you deepening as her compliments and suggestions became more and more bold. You in turn had become more bold with your responses, trying to match her level of interest when you sat close together and your body all but screamed just kiss me, and you were finally admitting to yourself that you’d have to do something about whatever it was between you, and only hope that your instincts were right.

And then, one night, it all seemed to shatter.

You’d had a late night, grading and planning out your lessons, and it was well past dark by the time you finally emerged from your office, ready to fall into bed and nothing else. You slowly made your way through the halls, bleary eyed from staring at papers for so long, but alert enough to hear Farah and Saul’s voices coming from the nearby courtyard, even if they were quiet enough not to hear their exact words. The sound made you smile, and planned to stop and say a quick hello before stumbling back to your suite, but upon rounding the corner, still hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit hallway, what you saw made you stop and press deeper into the shadows.

They sat close together on the bench, so close that their thighs pressed together, and it felt like a stone had dropped in your stomach. Saul leaned back against the table, his elbows on it for support, and he looked fondly down at Farah as they talked, her posture shorter than his from where she leaned forward against the table, her back towards you as she rested her chin on her clasped hands. A bottle of something sat on the table between them, their glasses discarded now, but it was a scene so familiar that it made your heart ache, if only because you’d shared it so many times with Farah, and now you were on the outside looking in.

She chuckled at something he said, her posture relaxing with the soft little noise, and it was the same as when she laughed with you, the same noise you thought had reflected her comfort with you, her interest in you.

What you thought had been her flirting with you.

They’re together, you thought to yourself, and of course they were together, you were naive before to think that they weren’t, that they were only friends. They’d been through hell together, had practically grown up together at Alfea, and now here they were, running the very same school, colleagues and lovers, friends and paramours. It was the perfect story — far more perfect than what yours could have been.

You watched as he grinned and pushed her leg with his, making her laugh lightly and push back, and you had to turn away before your heart broke anymore, had to leave until you were far, far away, so far away that you could just forget about everything that could have been.

~~~~~~~~~

You made a conscious effort to pull away from Farah after that — not because you were avoiding her, you told yourself, but because you realized just how much time you’d been spending with her, and how that might affect her love life with Saul. No, it wasn’t out of hurt or rejection that you’d canceled your dinner with her, or hadn’t dropped by her office in several days, it was just because she deserved more time with Saul, and since it was obvious they were keeping it a secret, she couldn’t very well tell you when she needed more time to spend with him. So, you’d do it for her — that’s all it was, just a kind gesture for a lovely couple.

You told yourself that every time you subconsciously made your way towards her office, or every time you thought about texting her to invite her for dinner — but no matter how many times you told yourself, it was becoming harder and harder to deny the hole in your heart that seemed to be shaped like Farah.

This isn’t high school, you thought angrily to yourself one day when you delayed the start of your lunch hour by a few minutes because you knew this was the time Farah returned to her office from her own lunch. The world isn’t over because your crush is in a relationship — besides, you were never anything more than friends, and you’re going to lose that if you keep acting this way.

But then why did it hurt so much to even think about her?

Shaking those thoughts from your head, you stood and grabbed your wallet from your desk drawer, the meal you’d brought from home not as appetizing as it had been that morning. Turning towards the door, you looked up from fiddling with the clasp of your wallet only to jump at the sight of Farah, knuckles poised to knock on the door jam.

“Farah,” you breathed, putting a hand to your chest like it could calm your heartbeat, what, is she summoned like Betelgeuse?

“I’m sorry,” she said, though with a hint of a smile, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, it’s,” you waved your hand, taking a steadying breath. “It’s alright. Is there something you need?”

She looked a little taken aback at your words, and you could’ve put your foot in your mouth for being so formal with her, but she spoke before you could apologize. “No, there’s not, I just… wanted to stop by and see you. I think we’ve been busy the last few days, I haven’t seen much of you.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly guilty about how much you’d blown her off recently. “Yeah, definitely busy. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to leave you hanging so much these past few days.” Convincing enough lie, you thought to yourself as you tried to pair it with a convincing smile.

“I understand, it’s a busy time of the semester. Though, I, uhm, I wanted to ask,” she paused a moment, studying you, and then she cocked her head, her brow pinched a bit in concern. “Is everything alright?”

Not convincing enough,apparently, you thought, and tried again. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“I just…” Farah seemed to blush a little, just a touch of pink high on her cheekbones. “We were… close. More than just colleagues, but this past week, something’s felt off. Like we’re… pulling away. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

She was so caring, so worried for you, and it broke your heart just a little more.

“Yes, I’m alright,” you said, but she didn’t look convinced, so you smiled at her and reached out to touch her arm. “Really, Farah, I am. And we are still close, I just,” you paused, then decided to tell her some of the truth. “I just wanted to make sure you and Saul had enough time together. Alonetime.”

Farah furrowed her brow at you, confused. “Saul and I?”

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging in an attempt at nonchalance. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with you, and Saul too, and that’s really great and I want to keep doing that, but you and Saul deserve time together too. Time for… couplethings.”

Farah’s face suddenly cleared of confusion, and much to your confusion, she looked at you in amusement now. “Couple things?”

“Yes,” you said, almost angry at her amusement. “Look, I’m sorry if that was something of a secret, but I know you guys are together, you don’t have to hide from me, and you don’t have to sacrifice all of your alone time—”

Farah held up a hand, cutting you off, and when it was quiet for a moment, she tucked her hands in her pockets. “Saul is my best friend in the world — he and I have been through everything together, and the bond that’s created is unbreakable. But friends is where it stops — we’ve never been anything more, and never had the desire to be anything more.” She shrugged. “We’re friends, that’s all. Not a couple.”

The red hot flush of embarrassment began to creep up your cheeks and the back of your neck, and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. “Not a couple.”

She shook her head, and you let out a disbelieving laugh, looking down at the floor in your embarrassment. “Oh, gods, you’re not a couple.” You let out another laugh and rubbed at the back of your neck. “I can’t believe I just humiliated myself in front of you.”

“No, no,” Farah reassured, and now she reached out to touch your arm. “You didn’t, it’s alright. I can understand why you might think we were together, we can be very comfortable around each other.”

You managed to tear your gaze up from the floor, and Farah gave you a smile. “It’s very kind of you, actually, to step back and try to give us some time together.”

“Even if it wasn’t needed,” you said wryly, and she let out a little laugh.

“No, not needed,” she paused, a curious look that you couldn’t read crossing her face briefly before she spoke again. “Time apart from you is most definitely not needed.”

You paused at that, mind suddenly spinning — you’d spent so much time the past week to try and push away any romantic thoughts and to convince yourself that Farah wasn’t interested in you, but with a comment like that you couldn’t help but wonder yet again if it meant anything more than the simple nicety it could be.

“Ah, no, no,” you said after a long moment, trying desperately to sound normal. “No, I like spending time with you too. It’s been hard to pull back, so no. Time apart isn’t needed.”

You could’ve kicked yourself for how awkward that sounded, but Farah grinned, radiant as the sun, then nodded approvingly. “Good. Well, then, let’s find a time. I’ve missed our routine.”

You smiled back, the week of pushing down your feelings undone with a few simple words. “I’ve missed it too. I have to catch up on grading tonight, but dinner tomorrow?”

“Sounds great,” she said, her grin turning to something fond, and laying a hand on your arm, she squeezed it gently before murmuring her goodbye and leaving you spinning with all the possibilities of ‘what ifs’.

~~~~~~~~~

The next morning was a rare, sunny day in early spring, and you decided to take advantage of it with a walk before your first class, making your way to the river before turning back. As you made your way past the training grounds, you stopped high up on a hill to watch the early morning groups work through a series of drills, their spring fever evident in the way they became distracted every few seconds, joking and laughing more than sparring. You heard Saul call for a break, tossing out a light hearted dig as he told them to focus before their break was over. Spotting you, he waved and, grin evident even from a distance, started jogging over to you.

“Interested in joining?” he asked as he reached you, and you let out a short laugh.

“Not in the least — I’ll stick to my classrooms, thank you.”

He laughed too and shrugged. “Well, if you ever change your mind I’d be happy to teach you.”

You nodded and made a noncommittal noise, and then you both stopped to watch a pair of students start up some sort of game with their hands, a few other students gathering to watch.

“I’m glad to hear you and Farah worked everything out,” Saul said when one of the students had obviously won. “I know she was worried that something was wrong.”

You smiled to yourself, secretly thrilled that Farah had been so relieved that she’d already told Saul about your conversation. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s good. It was,” you let out a little chuckle, embarrassment washing over you again at the memory, “it was stupid, I thought you two were together, so I was trying to give you guys more space to betogether.”

“Oh,” Saul said with a laugh. “Yeah, not together.”

“That’s exactly what Farah said.”

He chuckled again, then looked at you curiously. “You thought she was with someone? I mean, in general, you thought she was in a relationship?”

You sighed, not sure how to say I thought she was flirting with me without saying exactly that. “Well… not really. I mean, I didn’t think she was with anyone — it didn’t even cross my mind, actually — but then I saw the two of you alone one evening, and you were just so comfortable together that I started to wonder. But then we figured all that out, and I supposed I’m back to… assuming she’s not with anyone.”

Saul nodded. “I can confirm she’s not with anyone.” He was silent a moment, almost like he was sizing you up, and then he spoke again. “And, I think she’d like you of all people to know that she’s not with anyone.”

You snapped your head towards him, shocked to hear him say that and desperate to know if that meant what you thought it did. “Why me of all people?”

He just shrugged, giving you a smug sort of look. “That’s something you should ask her about.”

“Why should I ask her about that?”

“I think that’s a conversation best had between you and her.”

You gave him a look, crossing your arms in annoyance. “You’re just saying the same thing over and over again.”

He patted your shoulder affectionately, then, much to your irritation, started walking back towards the training grounds.

“Mysterious isn’t a good look on you,” you called after him, letting out an annoyed huff when he just walked on. “Keeping secrets isn’t your thing!”

You let out a little chuckle when he just gave you that smug smile over his shoulder again. “Just ask her about it!” he called back, leaving you to obsess over just what all of that meant.

~~~~~~~~~

You managed to make it through your day despite obsessing over Saul’s cryptic remarks, and before you knew it, it was time for dinner. You were on your way to Farah’s office to meet her when you rounded a corner only to see her emerge from a classroom, arms filled with paperwork from what you assumed was her latest meeting. She met your eyes and smiled, waiting as you quickened your pace to catch up with her.

“Ready for dinner?”

“Yes, let me just drop this in my office,” she said, gesturing to the stack of folders she carried.

You made companionable small talk as you walked, pausing only at the door to her office, which she unlocked with a wave of her hand. She motioned you in with a nod of her head, and you went over to admire the new flower one of her orchids had produced before noticing the bottle of wine that sat on her desk. “What’s that for?”

She glanced at you, frowning in confusion. “I’m not sure, it’s not mine.” She picked up the note tied to the neck of the bottle, and upon unfolding it, immediately recognized the scrawl. “It’s from Saul,” she said to you, then focused on trying to decipher what he’d written.

Crack this open and have a conversation with her — something tells me she feels the same way you do

“What does it say?”

Farah startled a little at your voice, twitching the note almost like she wanted to hide it, and you swore there was a bit of a blush on her cheeks before she bent her head again, fiddling with the note.

“Ah,” Farah started, quickly refolding the paper and shoving it in her pocket. “Nothing. Just an inside joke.”

You weren’t quite convinced, but then she smiled reassuringly at you and held out the bottle. “I believe it’s meant to be a gift — want to share over dinner?”

Dinner turned out just to be meals from the cafeteria, taken to be eaten on a bench on the edge of campus, but the food was decent and the wine even better, and your and Farah’s conversation quickly slipped into the comfortable rhythm it had always been, leaving you to wonder how you’d managed even a week without her company.

When the food was finished, Farah came around to sit on your side of the bench, and you both ended up turned towards each other, one elbow propped on the table and one knee bent to rest on the bench as you continued your murmured conversation.

When it lulled, you both watched as Farah slowly swirled the last bit of wine in her glass, mesmerized into silence by the movement. “I said this was a gift from Saul,” she said finally, staring into the dark liquid. “Though it was given to me with a purpose.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “I’m meant to have a conversation with you. About… what I feel for you.”

Your heart thumped double time in your chest for a moment, like you were dropped suddenly on a precipice and you had to decide which way you were going to fall. 

“Actually,” you started, staring into your own glass, “Saul mentioned I should have a conversation with you, too. Something about asking you why you might want me specifically to know you’re not seeing anyone. Romantically, I mean.”

You’d both been avoiding each other’s gaze, but at this Farah looked at you, a mixture of humor and annoyance in her eyes. “He said that to you, hm?”

You nodded, and she chuckled, again in that mixture of humor and annoyance as she looked back to her glass. “He’s never been one to meddle in my romantic affairs. I don’t know what makes you different.”

She said romantic affairs, you thought, and that did nothing to calm your racing heart, nerves and excitement both making it feel as though it was in your throat, and you had to swallow twice before you could speak again. “So,” you said after a few long moments, “why should I in particular know you’re single?”

She was quiet again for a few seconds, and then took a deep breath. “I suppose it’s because I wouldn’t mind if you were the one to change that.”

Both of us beating around the bush, you thought to yourself, and nearly laughed at how infuriatingly vague you were both being, neither wanting to step on the other’s toes and ending up doing literary backflips to say the simplest things.

“Before either of us say anything else confusing or vague,” you started, making you both chuckle. “I’ll just say this: I like you. Romantically. And I have for a long time. That was the other part of why I pulled away when I thought you and Saul were together, because I was sad that I didn’t have the chance with you that I thought I did, and needed some time to process that. But now knowing I was wrong about that,” you cocked your head and gave her a teasing look, “I would also like it if I was the one to take Farah Dowling from single to romantically involved.”

She smiled at your choice of words, nudging the toe of her shoe against your own. “I’ve liked you for a long time, too. Admittedly, I’ve been flirting with you for a while, and thought that you were flirting back, which is why I never stopped my advances.” She paused, glancing at you briefly with an almost nervous look. “But if I may ask, why did it take us so long to have this conversation, then?”

“Partly, I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship in case I was wrong. And, well, I…” you paused, shrugging your shoulders. “I didn’t know if you…” you gestured with your hand, trying to find the most tactful way to make your point, “swung that way.”

You felt like you were in high school again, awkwardly trying to figure out who was and who wasn’t, but you forced yourself to glance at her, only to see her smiling faintly at you, her eyes shining with the fondness of it, and you couldn’t help but return it, if somewhat shakily. She reached out then, and tipping your head back with a gentle knuckle on your chin, she leaned down and laid a kiss on your lips.

She was warm against you, and soft was the only word you could think to describe everything about the moment, making you lean deeper into the embrace and let out a sigh of pure contentment. She made a quiet noise in response, barely audible, but the vibration of it tickled your lips, and you had the sudden urge to laugh out of sheer excitement, joy, disbelief, glee.

The kiss ended slowly, sweetly, leaving you glowing and pleasantly fuzzy, your mind sluggishly trying to catch up with what had happened.

“Do you know now?” she spoke softly, her voice a little rougher than normal, and you huffed out a laugh, slowly blinking open your eyes to look into hers.

“I might need more proof.”

She grinned, murmuring, “Happily,” before she kissed you again, and you blissfully let everything else fall away.

Late that night, well after the moon had risen and even the frogs had quieted their songs, you were still sitting at the same bench, but pressed close together now, and with your fingers tangled together just because you could. The rhythm of your conversation was still the same, comforting cadence as always, but now with her hand in yours and the taste of her lips still fresh in your mind, you felt as though something in your chest had shifted, just barely, but enough to open a space for promises and hopes and dreams and love.

“Thank the gods Saul meddled this time, hm?” you teased, reaching out to brush a fallen piece of hair behind her ear, glowing silver in the moonlight. “We might have never gotten here, otherwise.”

She rolled her eyes but still chuckled, leaning into your touch that ghosted her cheek. “Oh, I think we would have figured it out eventually.” At your raised eyebrow, she chuckled again and tilted her head in acquiescence. “But I suppose we do have him to thank for some extra time together.”

You hummed in agreement, and leaned in to press your lips softly to hers. “Thankful, indeed,” you murmured, and then let yourself slip back into the quiet of the night, with nothing but the sound of your breath and your hearts becoming one.

Someone quick give me a Farah prompt based on the new Florence + The Machine lyrics