Bloom and Icy

The winx decided to watch a horror movie, what will happen?
Bloom: Come on girls let's watch a movie
Stella: what movie?
Bloom: the ring..
Stella: No........ I hate horror movies
Musa: I love horror movies, let's watch
Aisha: yep
Flora: Yes
Tecna: oh yes

Watching the ring
Stella: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Flora: Stella I can't hear a thing.....
Stella: Sorry I think I won't sleep tonight
Flora: Why?
Stella: Obvy?? It's horror, horable !!!!
Aisha: just don't look and go to your room Stella
Stella: no i'll just get the popcorn and water, anyone help?
Aisha: u can do it the keuken-, keuken is just 10 steps away...

Taken from a prompt door frostbite883 on tumblr; An Icy/Bloom fic in which Bloom is being haunted door a ghost and doesn't know why until...

Before I start with the actual story, the A/U comes from the fact that both Icy and Bloom will be human. They live on Earth. Bloom is a college student—living off on her own in an apartment and Icy has been out ‘in the real world’ for some time, has a job, etc.

The darkness loves you.

It needs you.

You need it.

It’s cold in here.

The whisper was soft and sweet. It lingered on the fringes of her dream. Still present as Bloom returned from a deep sleep....

Author's Note: will be in Flora's p.o.v unless otherwise stated.


I looked out my troon room mirror that overlooked the East side of Linphea that has now blossomed again after the curse was removed. As I watched, something didn’t feel right, so as I pressed my hand against the glass and it was freezing. I called for the captain of the guards, and he came quickly. He zei what is it your highness? I placed his hand on the glass before saying do u know why the temperature has dropped here on Linphea in June? He zei no your majesty I do not. I nodded and zei then could do me the favor of...

Beautiful Illusion [End of the weird dreamy world]

After last meeting mom and dad and those amazing people of Savannah along with Sky and those two love birds (Stella and Brandon) we were going to verplaats ahead. Mom and Dad had arranged a vehicle (a horse carriage and that was unicorn, it was amazing) we were going to reach the magical island door flying! It was our last stoppage and then we were back to Alfea. When we were going to get into that closed carriage Bloom shouted from behind “Wait! Wait! Wait! I am gonna come there too, Mom can I go?” she asked and Mom replied “No dear, how will...

(Chapter three everybody!)

Bloom asked "human transmutation?" mustang nodded, he replied "it's forbidden to attempt it and it's alchemys one and only unforgivable sin." Ed sighed and zei "that's what me and Al did." Flora asked "what caused u to do it?" Al answered "to bring our mother who died from sickness." Musa zei "that's terrible." Ed nodded, he took off his jas to reveal his right arm. Bloom stared at him in shock and surprise she zei "it's....metal?" Al corrected "automail to be exact. It's also the same for his left leg, he sacrificed his right arm to transmute my soul into...

Lol u all thought I was done with these. Sharon has like 3 meer albums for me to do!

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Try to understand, don't want to lose what we have."

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"He feeds on fear he feeds on pain he rules again with growing hate he will guide their faith again."

Valtor was a man of no morals, created for the sole purpose of spreading fear, hate, and death. He had taken much from the people of Sparks, freedom at the top, boven of the list. As the length of his rule dragged on his fury and hate grew stronger--a small flame on a candle to a roaring brand at a Celtic celebration. The meer hate he oozed the meer pain and fear he elicited from the people he ruled. And he drove on those emotions, fed on them, sucked them up like some precious nectar. He had, door all...