Since I haven't posted fics in a while here's a mini thing (made using a prompt from a tumblr anon) in celebration of the end of final exam week.
The smell of cookies invaded the smell of old textbooks. Bloom welcomed the chocolatey aroma with a sigh.
A frustrated sigh.
Bloom drummed her fingers against the tabletop. Clearly it is way too early to be up. She’d already fallen asleep twice whilst trying to study. It left her feeling cranky and irritable, bored and stressed, and frankly hungry as well. And yet she didn’t seem to have the motivation to fix any of it.
Bloom combed her fingers through her bangs. “So worn out…” she murmured. “Finals week is so taxing.”
“Clearly.” Came a nonchalant response.
“Hmm…” Bloom looked up from her notes.
“Yes, you were speaking out loud.” The woman answered. “Also, you have pen markings all over your face.” She paused. “From the page you fell asleep on. Good thing too, I was hoping to get a look at yesterday’s notes.”
A brief flash signaled that her embarrassing moment would be forever burned into her classmate’s phone. Lovely.
“Thanks a bunch.” Bloom grumbled as she smudged the ink away. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and glanced across the room.
Of all people, it had to be her.
It had to be Icy.
Of course she’d find herself up at 3 in the morning inhabiting the kitchen with the ice witch. And what a surprise it was that the witch hadn’t woken her up. Moreover, the witch was being oddly silent—going out of her way to make as little noise as possible instead of banging all the pots and pans together in an attempt to be needlessly annoying.
“Do cookies taste better at 3 in the morning?” Bloom questioned.
Icy shrugged. “You’re not the only one who finals got the best of.”
“So you’re baking cookies? At 3 in the morning?”
“Something like that, yeah.” Icy replied. “I need something else to do. Since I won’t be getting any sleep anyhow, I might as well cook myself something…something that doesn’t take a lot of thinking.”
“A bowl of ramen or cereal would require a lot less brainwork.” Bloom pointed out.
Icy tapped her chin. “I suppose.” She took a seat across from Bloom. “Too late to go back now…” she trailed off.
“You’re not going to keep that—the picture of my inky face, I mean—are you?”
“Well I wasn’t going to…” Icy smirked. She opened her mouth to speak when—at the ding of a bell—her attention was pulled to the oven. She stood and stretched her arms slowly stumbling over to her cooking.
“Say Bloom. You like hot things…how about you take them out?” She cast a glance over her shoulder.
“And what’s in it for me?”
“You won’t have to cook your own food.”
Bloom sighed. She still didn’t have the motivation to fix her own problems, but if Icy was willing to fix one of them for her…well she wouldn’t let the opportunity slip. Bloom walked over to the oven and withdrew the platter of chocolate chip cookies.
Icy sat herself upon the countertop. “Take whichever.” She offered with a lazy hand wave. “Take however many.”
Bloom picked up one cookie, then two. And then three and four. A single bite provided her with a soft doughy taste…the way she preferred her cookies. Who knew the witch could cook? Much less, cook well.
Bloom looked over to thank her, but the woman already sprawled herself out on the countertop, arm draped over her eyes.
Apparently Icy was more wiped out than Bloom.
Bloom rolled her eyes.
That woman could sleep anywhere.
The smell of cookies invaded the smell of old textbooks. Bloom welcomed the chocolatey aroma with a sigh.
A frustrated sigh.
Bloom drummed her fingers against the tabletop. Clearly it is way too early to be up. She’d already fallen asleep twice whilst trying to study. It left her feeling cranky and irritable, bored and stressed, and frankly hungry as well. And yet she didn’t seem to have the motivation to fix any of it.
Bloom combed her fingers through her bangs. “So worn out…” she murmured. “Finals week is so taxing.”
“Clearly.” Came a nonchalant response.
“Hmm…” Bloom looked up from her notes.
“Yes, you were speaking out loud.” The woman answered. “Also, you have pen markings all over your face.” She paused. “From the page you fell asleep on. Good thing too, I was hoping to get a look at yesterday’s notes.”
A brief flash signaled that her embarrassing moment would be forever burned into her classmate’s phone. Lovely.
“Thanks a bunch.” Bloom grumbled as she smudged the ink away. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and glanced across the room.
Of all people, it had to be her.
It had to be Icy.
Of course she’d find herself up at 3 in the morning inhabiting the kitchen with the ice witch. And what a surprise it was that the witch hadn’t woken her up. Moreover, the witch was being oddly silent—going out of her way to make as little noise as possible instead of banging all the pots and pans together in an attempt to be needlessly annoying.
“Do cookies taste better at 3 in the morning?” Bloom questioned.
Icy shrugged. “You’re not the only one who finals got the best of.”
“So you’re baking cookies? At 3 in the morning?”
“Something like that, yeah.” Icy replied. “I need something else to do. Since I won’t be getting any sleep anyhow, I might as well cook myself something…something that doesn’t take a lot of thinking.”
“A bowl of ramen or cereal would require a lot less brainwork.” Bloom pointed out.
Icy tapped her chin. “I suppose.” She took a seat across from Bloom. “Too late to go back now…” she trailed off.
“You’re not going to keep that—the picture of my inky face, I mean—are you?”
“Well I wasn’t going to…” Icy smirked. She opened her mouth to speak when—at the ding of a bell—her attention was pulled to the oven. She stood and stretched her arms slowly stumbling over to her cooking.
“Say Bloom. You like hot things…how about you take them out?” She cast a glance over her shoulder.
“And what’s in it for me?”
“You won’t have to cook your own food.”
Bloom sighed. She still didn’t have the motivation to fix her own problems, but if Icy was willing to fix one of them for her…well she wouldn’t let the opportunity slip. Bloom walked over to the oven and withdrew the platter of chocolate chip cookies.
Icy sat herself upon the countertop. “Take whichever.” She offered with a lazy hand wave. “Take however many.”
Bloom picked up one cookie, then two. And then three and four. A single bite provided her with a soft doughy taste…the way she preferred her cookies. Who knew the witch could cook? Much less, cook well.
Bloom looked over to thank her, but the woman already sprawled herself out on the countertop, arm draped over her eyes.
Apparently Icy was more wiped out than Bloom.
Bloom rolled her eyes.
That woman could sleep anywhere.
Fairy tales that i think the winx characters would fit in:
The Snow Queen:
Snow Queen -Icy
Gerda-Bloom
Kai-Sky
Snow White:
Snow white-Musa
Quin-Darcy
Princ-Rivan
Cinderella:
Cinderella-Flora
Stepmother-Stormy
Princ- Helia
Sleeping Beauty:
Princess:Stella
Witch:Mitzi
Princ:Brandon
The frog princess:
Princess:Tecna
Princ:Timmy
The Little Mermaid:
Ariel:Layla
Sea Witch:Ogron(I know hes a guy but it fits…lets say sea wizerd?)
Princ:Nabu
Thumbelina:
Thumbelina-Roxy
The nice lady- Morgana
Princ-Andy
Red Fountain is the Magix college that trains the bravest boys in the Magical Dimension to become qualified Magix experts. They help the fairies and are always ready to lend a hand. The students live in the college. They learn how to use all kinds of weapons, from the most traditional to the most technological. They drive special vehicles that they can use on their missions. Each one has his own personal dragon that he trains with. Red Fountain was destroyed by the wicked Trix but rose again from the ashes. Now it’s even more imposing.
Winx! You’re magic now
Do you know the power you have?
Can you feel the magic that is inside of you?
Fly with us,
And you’ll understand
You are magic,
If you just believe,
That it’s true
It’s amazing what you can do
Winx! You’re magic now
Winx! We’ll show you how
Fly with us and see,
The amazing things you can be
Winx! Together we’re strong
Come and join our song
Your life is magic
From now on
Yes, your life is magic
From now
Winx!