#aisha x grey

[bonobochick]

Aisha & Grey, Fate The Winx Saga, ep 2x04. 💦

#fate the winx saga #aisha #fairies #precious mustapha #netflix #grey owens #aisha x grey #romance #kiss #diversity #black woman #asian man #brandon grace #winx #winx club

[couragehopelovefaith]

My opinions about “Fate the Winx Saga” season 2 (MANY SPOILERS!)

If you haven’t seen it yet and want to experience it fully by yourselves, don’t read any further!

- Without any doubt, this season is even better than the first one. Such an emotional rollercoaster with many surprises and great villains. I loved all of the old and new characters and how these episodes deepened their bonds. It took some time for me to get used to the new actors of Rosalind and Ben - the original ones will always have a special place in my heart, but they did a good job with recasting, I think. 

- I have loved Abigail as Bloom since the first episode, but I’m glad she got so many opportunities to shine here.

- I didn’t especially like Skloom in the original animation, but they have stolen my heart in Fate, specifically during this season (episodes two and seven, my beloved). 

- I was both anxious and excited about seeing Flora, but I was pleasantly surprised. She is a badass, fits into group so well, and I like how her and Terra got closer and kind of sorted out their disagreements. 

- Everyone’s storylines and struggles were good and relatable (especially Bloom’s, Sky’s and Musa’s), but Terra’s took the first place for me for multiple reasons. 

- Stella’s and Riven’s character-developments are definitely also worth mentioning.

- My emotions about Dane have been conflicted this season, but I’m happy where we left with him, that the situation with Riven and him seems to be somewhat okay now and he has a chance to real happiness.

- I love Sam as a character, feel really bad for him and want him to find happiness, but Samusa never really was “it” for me (and it’s not just because I have had a soft spot for Rivusa since my childhood).

- When it comes to Rivusa, I really enjoyed their scenes together and can’t wait to see more of them. 

- Musa is still my favorite Winx altogether, even though I adore all of them.

- Aisha deserves everything beautiful and good in this world, dammit!

- I’m thrilled how much Silva-content we got this season. 

- Transformations and magic in general were done great.

- A good nod to Trix, I must say.

- That ending scene got me so emotional it was almost ridiculous. 

Aaand the downsides...

- Farah will always be the headmistress of Alfea to me and many, many others. The scenes we got with her, and her one last valuable lesson, were touching and I’m thankful for them, but she deserved so much more. There was an amazing build up of Golden Trio in season 1, and it was all thrown to waste. My Silrah-heart had so much hope and now it’s broken. And yes... I cried my eyes out. But when it’s all said and done... I just wanna thank Eve Best for portraying Farah so marvelously (and read loads of Silrah/Golden Trio-fanfics).

- Even though Andreas was very... questionable, I’m sad that there were so few scenes between him, Sky and Silva. 

- Stellatrix belongs to my “had so much hope”-department and well ... </3 

Such a great season, and a heartbreaking cliffhanger. We gotta get season 3, as soon as possible.

#fate the winx saga #ftws #skloom #rivusa #silrah #bloom peters #sky of eraklyon #riven #musa #farah dowling #saul silva #stella of solaria #beatrix #stellatrix #aisha #grey #aisha x grey #dane #terra harvey #terra x kat #sam harvey #ben harvey #fate spoilers #ftws spoilers

[rivusa]

I can't let this go

#fate the winx saga #winxsource #greysha #greyshaedit #aisha x grey #ftwsedit #fateedit #fatethewinxsagaedit #mine* #mygifs* #*

[ktb90s]

I liked every other couple in season 2 more than Bloom & Sky. I did not care about them at all. We went from their first kiss (after she drugged him) in Season 1 to us not seeing months of their development.

"You mean more to me than anything in the world." Uh...okay. That is teenage love though.

Had they given more episodes and just more of everything, to begin with, I probably would have cared more.

Perhaps the amount of episodes is saving them more money and allowing them to be renewed again.

#fate season 2 #winx saga #netflix #rivusa #aisha x grey #stellatrix #kat x terra #bloom x sky

[medusanova]

Rivulets of Destruction

As the war nears its end, Grey and Aisha find themselves closer to peace than they'd ever been. The start of their plans, their future, it was just one battle away.

But fate had other plans.

read on ao3

#we're bathing in angst for this one my friends #all i can say is i am both sorry and not sorry at all #greysha #Aisha x grey #grey owens #ftws grey #ftws grey owens #fate aisha #ftws aisha #fate fanfic #fanfiction #fate: the winx saga #fate the winx saga #FTWSRarePairWeekend #winxsource #my writing #nova writes

[fitztragedy]

All I wanted was you

#fitztragedy #ftwsrarepairweekend #winxsource #greysha #grey owens #aisha #ftws aisha #ftws grey #aisha x grey

[goldiecastelia]

It's not a fanfic and such but I imagined it and wrote it for myself, and I want to share it here!

It's a ftws story I've been working on since last year, I've been trying to draw some stuff but I'm TERRIBLE at it and good with words, it's not part of "The Golden War" (since TgW is some kind of spin-off of the main story of ftws), but if it focuses on the children of the protagonists, I explain the plot better:

The story focuses on the children of the couples:

Sky x Bloom

Stella x Beatrix

Gray x Aisha

Riven x Musa

Helia x Flora

and Kat x Terra

Basically the protagonists. The story would take place in the middle of an internal conflict of Sky and Bloom's daughter, Marion, who in desperation to try to see her mother, who has been missing since she was three years old, steals a sacred relic belonging to Stella and Beatrix's daughter, Sanya, and opens a tear in space-time towards the year 2020, when Rosalind reappears from the shadows, and takes control of Alfea.

So, afraid of what could happen to their friend, Talássa (Aisha and Grey), Cadenza (Musa and Riven), Breezy (Flora and Helia) and Magnolia (Terra and Kat) leave for the same tear that Marion opened, with the concern of what could happen to the timeline and to Marion herself.

I have half of this story ready in my head, as it takes place just before the start and in Season Two.

#fate the winx saga #fanfiction #ftws fanfic #original writing #stellatrix #skloom #flora x helia #aisha x grey #terra x kat #ftws #beatrix of eraklyon #stella of solaria #bloom peters #terra harvey #winx musa #future fic

[dr-lizortecho]

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

#fate the winx saga #greysha #ftws aisha #ftws grey #aisha x grey #ftws #ftwsedit #aishaedit #fatethewinxsagaedit

[ghostiewriter]

Talking of Fate couples...who do we think is the most and least kinky of them? 👀

Ooooh👀I am gonna do it more so based of like who we know for sure 

The least kinkiest I think that has gotta be Sky and Bloom. I am sorry but they just seem really sweet and vanilla, I do think they maybe try spice it up a little but it’s mostly just sweet, slow and loving. I think Grey would bring out a more adventurous side to Aisha but probably mostly stick to what she likes, not ever pushing her to be too uncomfortable, ya know? Respecting the boundaries  

I don’t know who I would say in terms of most kinkiest though. I think Musa and Riven are definitely the type to explore with each other, and they would be up for trying new things at least once or twice. But I also feel like Stella and Beatrix would be quite up for some kinky stuff idk👀

#ask #skloom #aisha x grey #rivusa #stellatrix #fate: the winx saga

[amchara]

Love Letter Scorecard (Greysha)

Aisha, Grey (Greysha)

Wordcount: 1,793 words

Rating: Teen

Summary: Several years post S2 canon, Aisha and Grey are formidable political opponents, both holding considerable power in their respective factions as they dodge assassination attempts and try to negotiate a peace treaty. They don't acknowledge one another in public.

Privately however… well, that's a different story.

Notes: This is for the members of the Fate Discord and particularly the Greysha channel, who had me spiralling on the potential of post-canon political operators Greysha.

Also, there are only 15 Greysha fics tagged on Ao3, and in about half they're a background pairing. And that makes me very sad - think about the potential of this canon pair! Two badass, ambitious POC characters who are future political leaders with the drive to end the feud between their respective factions?? Iconic.

Anyway- also to say, please tag me in any Greysha fic, even if we've never interacted before, okay?

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The square was rapidly filling with people, the summer sun warming on the skin and the scent of gardenia flowers floating in the air. The excited murmurings of the crowd grew as the cavalcade pulled up at the far edge.  

The newly-crowned queen of Solaria and one of her Alfean advisors emerged from a shiny black car. Their heads bowed together, dark and light as they conferred before the queen strode up to the podium, long legs swishing in her baby blue power suit, blond hair gleaming under the morning light.  

Whistles and cheers swelled from the crowd and the queen smiled winningly as though she hadn’t just spent the last week explaining to her people they were losing the war and would be treating for a truce shortly. She was surprisingly popular, and crowds had filled squares like these across the realm just to see her.  

It was too bad it would be the last speech that she’d give, the assassin thought idly, as he checked over the final preparations, winding up the nearly invisible cord, and counting the number of civilians who would likely fall in the blast circumference. His employer had asked him to minimise casualties but as he told them, there was always some collateral damage. He watched to make sure that the Queen’s advisor was still standing close by; he had instructions to ensure she was also taken out.   

A light touch on his wrist surprised him, and he turned to find a tall, dark-haired man standing at his elbow. He looked familiar.

“About to blow them sky-high?” the young man asked, and there was mild interest in his brown eyes as he looked down at the detonator trigger. 

The assassin only had time to blink before he felt an unfamiliar twisting sensation crawl through his veins, and despite the urge to run, he found himself pinned in place. Like a bug.  

The young man smiled and his eyes flashed. The assassin felt a scream die in his throat as his throat muscles were paralysed. The world spun for a moment and he was briefly aware of buckling to his knees, before it was finally, mercifully over and everything went forever black.   

--- 

The girl with the water jug was being too careful, when it came to refilling the blood witch delegation’s glasses.   

From her perch on the negotiator’s chair, Aisha narrowed her eyes with suspicion. Subtly she sent out a spark of magic to test. Yes, there it was. Harrow root extract swimming through the molecules of liquid. Extremely toxic and highly illegal. There was an antidote but no medkits carried it as standard, so any treatment would come too late for any one ingesting it.  

Both delegations - fairy and blood witch - would be returning to their seats shortly, so she had no time to lose. It was lucky she had decided to double check her notes about the alleged Tufnell Hill massacre and had caught the perpetrator in the act. 

The girl started as she almost ran into Aisha, the water swirling close to the lip of the jugs. It required only a tiny push from her; Aisha gracefully dodged the resulting waterfall.       

“Madam negotiator, apologies!” The girl bobbed her head, even as she bent to pick the items up from her spilt tray. 

Aisha glared at her. “These negotiations are the effort of three years of careful diplomacy. There is no room for error, even from the waitstaff.” She pointed her finger toward the concealed door that led to the kitchens. “You’re dismissed. Go tell your manager you’re not to come out to the main rooms again and that they need to send someone less clumsy.”  

The girl’s blue eyes darted back and forth beyond her, as if searching for someone. Her fellow saboteur. Aisha watched as she blushed and bowed her head. “Yes, of course.” She meekly went out, her gaze darting to one of the specialists guarding the door. Amateurs, Aisha thought, noting his location. She sent a tiny flow of magic towards both of the attempted poisoners without them noticing.   

Once the girl had disappeared, Aisha pulled out her phone. She texted Riven, who was acting as head of security for this summit. Two more for your team. Marked as usual. Attempted poisoning of bw water   

on it like flies zeroing in on horseshit 

Gross. You’ve been hanging out too long with horse boy  

eraklyon has some useful phrases. Anyway do u need back up?

Nah its under control 

Better be bc u know stella will have my head if u end up hurt

I’m good. 

Aisha pocketed her phone and pasted on a big smile as she greeted the returning negotiating teams. At the same time, she took care of the remaining problem.  

The head Blood Witch, a tight-faced woman with grey-streaked brown hair, stood up in shock. Her mouth twisted. “Our seats are wet!”

“Ooh, that is a shame,” Aisha clicked her tongue in sympathy. She rose. “We’ll attempt to find you some towels to sit on.”

Most of the blood witch team looked unimpressed at the development but their second in command, watched thoughtfully, his dark brown eyes scrutinising her. Aisha frowned, trying to school her face to impassiveness and ignore the flush of warmth she could feel rising up her cheeks. 

“In the meantime, shall we continue the negotiations?” she asked.  

--- 

The hotel corridor was deserted but even still, she was cognisant unwanted eyes were everywhere. After one last lingering look, Aisha carefully unlocked the door, and after a quick check for safety (never could be too careful), she slipped inside. 

To come face to face with Grey Owens, casually lying across the hotel bed. 

Her bed. 

He was smirking, and held up a paper scorecard, like they’d use in ball games. 

65-63, it read. 

“Two more this week. You’re catching up,” he said cheerfully, swinging his legs down to sit up.   

Aisha crossed her arms and gave him a haughty look. “Oh really?” she asked, her own smile blossoming. “Count again.” 

Grey noted her amusement. “Oh? Did I miss more than the water poisoning at the summit?” He rose to greet her, and she was more than aware that he’d stripped down to just a white tank top. She could see his abandoned suit jacket and the waistcoat she’d admired from afar lying on the nightstand. 

She stepped forward, dropping her heavy satchel on the desk chair, its contents about to burst out. She turned to shrug off her blazer, aware of Grey approaching her, his gaze dark with desire. 

“Mmm, yeah,” she said casually, as he bent to kiss her bare shoulder, gently brushing aside her braids. Carefully, he unzipped her azure-coloured dress shirt, and she shivered from his fingers lightly stroking along her shoulder blades, as the shirt slid down and pooled at her feet. 

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” he said, his breath whispering across the back of her neck. “How else did you save my life this week?”

She smiled. “Sharpshooter covering the entrance of the summit’s conference hall - though I suppose I have to give Riven and Kat some credit for their quick-thinking when they spotted the flash of the scope from across the woods.”

“Psss, not sure that one counts, love,” he teased, circling his arms around her. “We also had a team at the ready to neutralise- but thought you should have a sporting chance, given it was the Fairies who invited us to parley, and were supposed to ensure our safety.” 

She relaxed into his embrace, before turning to look up at him. She traced along his collarbone with her fingers and he briefly closed his eyes, the tense crease on his forehead disappearing.

“Well- I also took you off a hit list, actually allowing you to attend. Don’t give me that look! You know Sky still holds a grudge from the gorge battle.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t trying to kill him- and I only broke his arm,” Grey muttered. 

Aisha smiled ruefully. Allowing her fingers to brush over his lips, she went on her tiptoes to place a light kiss on his cheek. 

“Yes- but he doesn’t know that yet, only me and Bloom, remember?” 

He sighed heavily and suddenly Aisha was once again reminded of the fucked-upness of their secret relationship. One that had slowly been burning in the background of unrelenting enmity between their respective nations. 

The fact that they were supposed to be sworn enemies. That as their trust between one another had been rebuilt over the past few years, they had tried to do the same within their factions, working to bring them together - if not to a full peace - then to an uneasy truce. Both knowing that only then, if they succeeded, could they stop these clandestine meetings. 

It was an uphill battle. One Aisha didn’t know would ever end. 

As if sensing her emotions, Grey’s hands were suddenly at the nape of her neck, gently tilting it up. She met his gaze, full of love and acknowledgement of the task they faced. 

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft. “Remember, we don’t get maudlin while we’re here.”

She returned his tentative smile with one of her own. “Yeah.” She pulled him closer to her, her hands slipping underneath his shirt, enjoying the touch of warm skin and solid muscle as he kissed along her jawline and down her neck. his fingers skillfully began to unbutton her sleeveless chemise, shedding it and then moved on to her dress trousers. 

As his kisses returned to caress her lips, she reciprocated with ones of increasing urgency. A chuckle rose deep from Grey’s chest. Carefully he maneuvered them back towards the bed, and he sat down without pausing in his undressing of her. She slipped out of the rest of her clothes. 

She stood above him, boldly, hands on his shoulders, pulling off his shirt and ran her hands down his bare chest. 

He closed his eyes, hands at his side, waiting for the cue to continue to touch her. She lifted a hand to cup his cheek and Grey’s fleeting smile was as free as it had been the first time they had met, before they realised they were supposed to be enemies. She nodded and he pulled her down on his lap.

It was only here she knew she could push away her worries and stress. 

Here, she could allow herself to be embraced. 

Here, they could both be vulnerable. 

Here, both of them could find sanctuary in their fiercely guarded secret. 

He murmured the words to her in between kisses. “Love you, love you.” And she whispered it back to him. 

It was enough. For now. Until together they won a better future. 

#fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga s2 #greysha #aisha x grey #winxsource #ftws aisha #ftws grey #my fanfic #secret love #hidden relationship #ftws fanfic #fate fanfic

[widadsadki]

You'll be the saddest part of me A part of me that will never be mine It's obvious Tonight is gonna be the loneliest  

_måneskin, the loneliest

#fate the winx saga #winxsource #bloom x sky #beatrix x stella #grey x aisha #måneskin #ftws #netflix #greysha #stellatrix

[smtsmtblablabla]

Maybe with time, their wings weren't the only thing they lost. Fairies are magical beings after all and they might have looked more otherworldly than just shiny eyes and wings.

Ligth fairies with skin that glowed, under any ligth, a eternal glittering complexion that went with their powers. Their image naturally flickering whith the light, like a mirage.

Earth fairies with leaves growing in their hair, flowers on their cheeks and eternal earth under their nails. A flora of their own. How they seemed to mold themselves to the woods, becoming part of the ecosystem.

Fire fairies with their hair on fire, eternally burning in the ends. Some occasional smoke coming out of their noses, indicating that their powers weren't just external, they were burning inside too. Burned footprints behind them.

Water fairies with skin that not only seemed always wet, but also that the water seemed to be eternally running. A natural river over flesh. Did you noticed how they seemed to connect themselves with the water so well they almost became part of it?

Air fairies with static hair, lightning scars all over their body and seemingly endless electrical feeling in their touch. Always in favor of the wind, their words a ever going echo.

Mind fairies are tricky tho. Humans fear them the most because they look the most like them. But do not let appearances fool you, look for the signs. The colorful eyes that seem to stare into your soul and all of your past lives, the silky mouth saying what you want to hear, the memory loss after. The way all of them always seem to be on edge. Lost stares into nothing. Their silence ( mind fairies are light on their feet, quiet, noiseless). They might look the most like a human, but they act the least like one. They know too much, hear too much, see too much, feel too much.

And of course, all of them have wings. Butterfly, dragonfly, moth, anything. Fragile and breathtaking, lightning up when they use their powers in great scales.

( they have a wildness in them too, all of them. Too magical to be anything other than free)

#rivusa #skloom #terra harvey #fate winx saga #beatrix fate the winx saga #musa fate the winx saga #bloom fate the winx saga #stella fate the winx saga #aisha fate the winx saga #aisha × grey #terra x kat #flora fate the winx saga #fws #i have lots of thoughts #about this girls

[couragehopelovefaith]

Hearing “Meaning” by Cascadeur at the end of 2x07 of Fate broke me to pieces since the first watch and these news surely don’t help on the matter... 

#fate the winx saga #ftws #cascadeur #meaning #bloom peters #sky of eraklyon #skloom #terra harvey #kat #terra x kat #musa #riven #rivusa #aisha #grey #aisha x grey #stella of solaria #beatrix #stellatrix #saul silva #ben harvey #sam harvey #flora #bring fate winx back #pretty please

[rivusa]

AISHA and GREY in "An Hour Before the Devil Fell"

#fate the winx saga #greysha #aisha x grey #ftws spoilers #fate spoilers #fateedit #fatethewinxsagaedit #ftwsedit #ftws aisha #ftws grey #greyshaedit #mine* #mygifs* #* #they gonna be super angsty next season i cant wait

[ktb90s]

Fate is about to be like Legacies. It will have four seasons (five if they're lucky). The fourth will be the best and it will have the most episodes. We will want more but it'll be the final season just like Legacies was.

There's just so much wasted potential in this show and I'm glad I spoiled myself because it doesn't seem worth watching fully. I was actually considering renewing/restarting my membership to see it. I just saved 10 dollars.

It's got some good moments (Terra coming out, Aisha & Grey, Riven and Musa, More good acting chops from the cast, etc.) but that's about it for me.

Edit: I know that Netflix canceled it.

#fate #winx saga #netflix #season 2 #season 3 #maybe #bloom #stella #beatrix #flora #terra #musa #aisha #stellatrix #they deserved better #fairies #magic #bloom x sky #musa x riven #aisha x grey

[medusanova]

greysha + "you didn't have to kill them!"

Grey‘s favorite thing is to watch Aisha on the battlefield. 

He doesn’t get too close — can’t get too close, he was the Hydra head of her enemy, after all — but he’ll never get enough of her ferocity, her determination, her grace when he watches her fight for her people. For her cause.

Actually, his men could stand to learn a thing or two from her, both in wit and in combat. The thought almost manages to pull a smile from him.

As much enjoyment as he takes in seeing her dominate the battlefield, to hear her calling out orders to her lieutenants, to witness the tsunamis and glaciers of her power, he can’t ignore the tension he feels when he does. The apprehension. The fear.

Picturing her beautiful body cut down, wounded, bleeding… it isn’t something Grey likes to think about.

And that is why he watches the battlefield.

It’s a chaotic dance of swinging swords. Her men and the rogue faction that ceded from him months ago clashing on the blood-stained field. The forest is bright and filled with birdsong, and if he wasn’t scrutinizing Aisha with such focus, he would’ve thought he was heading out for a swim, waiting for her to join him in their stream.

She’s close to the copse of trees Grey was sheltered in, her singular focus centered on the three men surrounding her. None of her soldiers are nearby.

Grey watches her weave a wave of water around two, freezing them in place up to their chests, swords locked into a swinging motion. At the same time she traps a third witch in a water bubble, his arms get more frantic the closer it gets to drowning on land, before air finally leaves his lungs and he drops like a stone to the ground.

Her army will win this one, he muses, as the Blood Witch radicals dwindle in numbers; most of them being hunted down by Specialist lieutenants, those that remain looking like they might flee in self-preservation at any moment.

Grey heightens the rush of power in his veins as one of the soldiers cracks the ice he’s encased in and stumbles backwards, running towards the woods, toward Grey, in hopes of escape.

Aisha lets him go without a care — of course she does, ‘each life not wasted can become a catalyst for change’ — letting him get as far as the row of trees in front of him. He gasps when he spots Grey, making an instinctive swipe with his sword just as Grey unleashes his surge of magic, let’s it hum through his own veins as the man in front of him snaps his neck and the two next to Aisha pierce their hearts with their own blades.

The bodies topple onto the dirt in perfect harmony, the sound of them hitting the earth drawing a disappointed gaze toward Grey. She’d known he was there.

Aisha’s already marching toward him, too irritated to make sure her soldiers aren’t following her — they weren’t, Grey made sure — when she steps in front of him. Her magnificent flame-blue eyes taking up the entirety of his vision.

“They were going to retreat. You didn’t have to kill them!”

Grey narrows his eyes, ignoring a twinge in his abdomen. “They’re your enemies. Do you think they would’ve had the same mercy with you?”

“They might’ve,” she bites out. “They might’ve just been looking for a reason to change. Now, thanks to you, we’ll never know.”

He can’t stop his fists from clenching, her positivity, her naivety, would get her hurt one day and Grey wasn’t about to be okay with that. “Trust me, they didn’t want to change, they wanted to charge,” he steps closer, pressing his chest to hers. “To burn your little resistance to the ground, and take you with them.”

“And Aisha?” She bites her lip, looking down to ignore him, taking the comfort of that gaze from him.

Growling low in his throat, he tilts her chin back up, tracing his thumb over the sharpness of her jaw. “I will never let yours, mine.. let anyone do that.”

The blue fire melts into dark chocolate, taking her anger with it.

“I wouldn’t either,” she murmurs, stepping back, taking her face from his grasp. “Alright, let’s head to the stream. I don’t want any of my lieutenants catching you near this place.”

Grey sighs, turning his back to the bodies when lightning ignites through his side, causing him to double over with a hiss.

“Grey? Grey. What’s going on? What’s happened?”

Trying to calm the frantic words that matches her frantic hands, he grits out, “‘m fine. Must’ve happened right before I killed those bastards. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, you’re going to need stitches. That’s it, I’m taking you to the healer.” Wrapping an arm around his waist, she steers him in the opposite direction of their stream. “And before you say anything, it’s Terra, you’ll be fine.”

It’s the same tone she uses on her soldiers, the comforting sound of steel coated with care and concern.. and it’s for him.

He is hers now, he realizes. He belongs to her.

Of course, she didn’t know she’d been his for a long time, and it’s taken him a while to get here, but finally, he was hers too.

With that thought he gave himself into it, into her. And despite the most serious injury he’d had in a while tearing into his insides, all he could feel there was a fluttering, healing warmth.

He finally un-cages his smile, pulling her closer with his arm. “Whatever you wish, Commander.”

#ummmm this was only supposed to be a quick one I swear #super got carried away by these cuties #anyway here’s the first fate ficlet from the ask box hope you enjoy! #greysha #aisha x grey #ftws grey #ftws aisha #fate ficlet #fate: the winx saga #my writing #nova writes #ask me things