HatakeAmy
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- Fate: The Winx Saga (TV) (11)
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Then one day, I opened my eyes, and looked up to find that the sky had turned blindingly blue by HatakeAmy
Fandoms: Fate: The Winx Saga (TV)
07 Dec 2025
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The last thing Farah expected to encounter during her morning walk on that summer day was a small, fiery-haired girl whose mere presence defied all logic. And now, as if she didn’t already have enough problems, she’s stuck with a five-year-old Bloom—brimming with endless questions that always catch Farah off guard and driven by an insatiable curiosity and a boundless adventurous spirit, completely unaware of the dangers around her.
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The one where Bloom’s botched potion experiment leaves Farah having to deal with a big problem, a little kid and possibilities she never imagined could exist.Title: Still Holding My Hand - Roald Dahl's Matilda The Musical
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Body-Swapping for Dummies: A Survival Guide to Someone Else’s Life by HatakeAmy
Fandoms: Fate: The Winx Saga (TV)
19 Nov 2025
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“When the day started, Bloom had been a normal teenager. Well, Alfea normal. Which meant still dealing with the fairy stuff and the fire magic and the literal cosmic flamethrower living under her ribs, but at least the face in the mirror had been her own. Not her headmistress’s.
So no. Everything was not fine.
Everything was aggressively not fine.
Everything was a flaming, screaming, slow-motion somersault into cosmic humiliation.Everything was giant red neon letters blinking NOT FINE.”
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“She catalogued the damage with clinical detachment. Her leg was a ruin of blood and torn flesh. Her side burned. Her shoulder throbbed with a deep, jagged ache. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
Pain was irrelevant. It had to be. Rosalind’s first and most vital lesson: Pain is data. Not a distraction. Process it and move on.
Pain was the toll. The currency of survival. Something to bite down on until your teeth cracked, something to bleed through until your vision darkened at the edges. Pain wasn’t the enemy—it was the price exacted for standing your ground, for daring to stay upright when every fiber of your being begged you to fall. Pain was proof she was still here.
This wasn’t about pain.
This was about the stark, primal arithmetic of not dying.
And Farah Dowling, bloodied and broken, pushed to the very precipice of her power and staring into the abyss of her own limits, discovered a terrifying, exhilarating truth: she was not ready to die.”Series
- Part 8 of Forged
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"Ben’s body moved before his mind caught up. He reached into his coat and found the small vial, fingers curling instinctively around the glass. The cork’s edges bit into his skin—comforting, in its way. Real. He stepped forward, held the vial into the center of the haze. The smoke responded immediately, as if it knew what it was being asked to do. It coiled toward the glass, flickering with soft pulses of light, like a breath being drawn and exhaled all at once.
When he straightened, the silence had thickened, like the walls were holding their breath.'He was killed by magic,' he said. Quiet. Steady. Not a question. Not anymore.
Farah exhaled beside him, and it wasn’t the kind of breath you took to steady yourself—it was the kind you released after holding it for far too long. 'Well, at least now we know where he went.'
Saul’s voice came after. Not loud, but sharp. Final. 'And that there’s a murderer in our school.'"
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- Part 7 of Forged
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He stumbled to a stop just in front of the gravestone, his shoulders rising and falling with each ragged breath. His hands hung limply at his sides, trembling as though they didn’t know what to do with themselves. “You…” The word came out in a broken whisper, fragile and trembling, before his voice rose again, cracking with despair. “Shit, Farah! You were supposed to live! You were the one—”
His voice faltered, the words dissolving into nothing as his vision blurred. The tears threatened to spill again, hot and insistent, and he clenched his fists until his nails dug into his palms. The sting of pain barely registered. “Why?” he whispered, the question hollow and desperate. His breath hitched, quick and shallow, as if his body was trying to reject the weight of his emotions. “Fuck, why did you leave?”
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Bloom is only eleven when the fire inside her breaks free, consuming everything she thought she knew. Alone, drenched in guilt and fear, she hides in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, terrified of what she has become. But Farah Dowling finds her there. Silent. Watchful. Drawn to Bloom in ways she can’t explain.
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The older they got, the harder it became to slip seamlessly back into their roles as colleagues and friends. Each time left a deeper imprint, and forgetting the shape of each other’s bodies took longer and longer.
or How Farah didn't wake up in her own bed...
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Bloom and the headmistress have a running joke that they are mother and daughter. It’s only after a few incidents that the people around them start to see similarities between the two women which are, in the simplest way, unnerving.
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Comfort from a Cold Confidant by Helena Thatcher (i_am_tortle)
Fandoms: Fate: The Winx Saga (TV)
11 Aug 2021
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Bloom and Farah. Mother and Daughter. Mentor and Pupil. That about sums it up.
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So what happens next? Post season 1!
Farah has known all along what kind of a snake Rosalind really was.
The mind fairy was all but naïve that day at the graveyard, and she did what she had to do- to save them all. -
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Bookmarked by HatakeAmy
15 Sep 2024