Since I haven't publicado 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 galletas 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, tu were speaking out loud.” The woman answered. “Also, tu have pen markings all over your face.” She paused. “From the page tu 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 cocina 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 galletas 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 o cereal would require a lot less brainwork.” Bloom pointed out.
Icy tapped her chin. “I suppose.” She took a asiento 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. tu like hot things…how about tu 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 horno and withdrew the plato 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 más wiped out than Bloom.
Bloom rolled her eyes.
That woman could sleep anywhere.
The smell of galletas 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, tu were speaking out loud.” The woman answered. “Also, tu have pen markings all over your face.” She paused. “From the page tu 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 cocina 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 galletas 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 o cereal would require a lot less brainwork.” Bloom pointed out.
Icy tapped her chin. “I suppose.” She took a asiento 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. tu like hot things…how about tu 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 horno and withdrew the plato 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 más wiped out than Bloom.
Bloom rolled her eyes.
That woman could sleep anywhere.
i dont own anything
It's a brand new day
The sun is high up in the sky
One más adventure
We must be ready for the fight
Together we're stronger
And that's why we will always win
We'll face the danger
This time we're gonna save the world
And just like last time
We're gonna wipe away the dark
We gotta make it
No time to hesitate
But still...
Sometimes I look at myself
I wonder
Will I be strong enough?
And will I make it to the end?
My friends keep tellin' me
You're the one
Who can do the incredible things tu do?
You're the best
And baby tu deserve the gift tu have
(Can't tu see)
tu are strong
tu fight against the demons every day
You're a star
Remember where tu come from, who tu are
Come registrarse us!
(Winx)
It's a brand new day
The sun is high up in the sky
One más adventure
We must be ready for the fight
Together we're stronger
And that's why we will always win
We'll face the danger
This time we're gonna save the world
And just like last time
We're gonna wipe away the dark
We gotta make it
No time to hesitate
But still...
Sometimes I look at myself
I wonder
Will I be strong enough?
And will I make it to the end?
My friends keep tellin' me
You're the one
Who can do the incredible things tu do?
You're the best
And baby tu deserve the gift tu have
(Can't tu see)
tu are strong
tu fight against the demons every day
You're a star
Remember where tu come from, who tu are
Come registrarse us!
(Winx)
The story is about to Bloom's educate parents's neigbor on the Earth, the 19-year-old Samantha have a halloween party in her house, and she to invite the Winx too. The Winx go to the Alfea's Magical Archivum to gather information for Halloween's monsters. Under one bookself, they're find a dusty and worn book, which for them this halloween will be unforgettable....
I hope everyone will like, and tu will understand.
PS: In the story Roxy here, I hope this isn't wrong.
To StellaOrFlora, 'cuz she believed in me! Plz read Break (prologue) first, otherwise tu won't understood.
After the shocking news, the Winx and the Specialists didn't really mind the film, so they leaved.
Flora: It isn't true, right? It can't be true!
Helia (sighs): I'm afraid it is.
Flora started crying and hugged Helia like she won't release him.
Layla: There has to be a reason for all this! Why did this happened??
Nabu: I don't know, Layla. But I'm afraid it won't be the same for them.
They went to Alfea.
Stella: Let's go to Ms. Faragonda. She'll know what to do!!
Others (except Flora): Yeah, let's do it.
They went to Ms. Faragonda's office. There was a surprise waiting for them...
I'll continue very soon, but first I need to lunch 'cuz I'm hungry ;-P
After the shocking news, the Winx and the Specialists didn't really mind the film, so they leaved.
Flora: It isn't true, right? It can't be true!
Helia (sighs): I'm afraid it is.
Flora started crying and hugged Helia like she won't release him.
Layla: There has to be a reason for all this! Why did this happened??
Nabu: I don't know, Layla. But I'm afraid it won't be the same for them.
They went to Alfea.
Stella: Let's go to Ms. Faragonda. She'll know what to do!!
Others (except Flora): Yeah, let's do it.
They went to Ms. Faragonda's office. There was a surprise waiting for them...
I'll continue very soon, but first I need to lunch 'cuz I'm hungry ;-P
Plot: Bloom and the girls are in an another fight with the Trix, but for some reason the witches became much stronger than they are. For this, all the Winx but Bloom lost their wings and powers. They consult the help of the Elric brothers Edward and Alphonse, though Ed doesn't believe they are hadas until Bloom reveals to him that she and the others are fairies. Ed agrees to help them unless they help him find The Philosopher's Stone. The Winx make a deal. Bloom soon learns about his enemies that Ed has to face, she meets Lust and Envy. Will the girls get their powers back with Ed and Al's help o will their enemies win? But they receive some additional help from Colonel Roy mustango, mustang and his partner Riza Mustang, and some más help from Alex Louis Armstrong and Maes Hughes. They all agree to help out even if there's a killer on the loose.