Author's Note: This story, of course, is heavily based on events that have taken place in Winx Club's episodes and comics. Of course, it has a lot of plot twists and huge changes to the original plot. So this all won't be totally deja vu, especially since this version is geared towards teenagers (and maybe young adults?). I would be wary though. I originally planned for the story to be T, it might cross the line and be suited for M at some points. I'll warn you when we get get there. Anyway, thanks so much for clicking on my story. Enjoy!
In Italy lies a small town where people sigh with grins on their faces and crime runs low. And let me warn you, in that small town lies a teenage girl whose dreams are big but peculiar.
But perhaps...that's why you're here.
"Bloom!"
Oh no. Oh God no. Bloom shifted in her bed, shutting her eyes tight as if that would block out the calls. She was so good where she was right now. Comfy mattress, warm sheets, and a light breeze seeping through her nearly sealed window. This was heaven
right now. No, this was certainly more than heaven after dealing with 6-hour homework, grueling tests, midterms, and finals.
"Bloom!"
So why couldn't her mother let her be?
"Bloom, wake up! You're going to be late for school!"
In an instant, Bloom sat straight up. Her eyes grew wide, "School?! Mom, why didn't you-"
The girl jumped right off her bed and rushed to prepare herself for the day ahead of her. That meant brushing her teeth, taking a nice quick shower, etc, as she ranted about how irresponsible her mother was for not waking her up earlier. Was she trying to make Bloom enter her 1st period class with a late pass in hand? Ugh, how embarrassing!
But in the midst of all her babbling and frustration, Bloom stopped mid-way into putting her shirt on. She removed her entrapped red orange locks from within her shirt, turning to narrow her eyes at her mother.
"It's Saturday."
The adult woman easily cracked under her gaze and began to titter. Bloom sighed, pulling her shirt down.
"Mom, are you kidding me?"
"Oh I'm sorry, honey." Her mother said, "But c'mon, you have to admit it was funny."
"It really wasn't," her eyebrows furrowed. "It's seven in the morning and-"
"It's noon."
"Huh?"
"It's noon, Bloom. You do this every time," a sigh slipped from the woman's lips. "Every weekend is the same. Sleep in till late afternoon, and then stay cooped up in your room doing whatever you-this!" The brunette picked up a journal from the floor, scanning through the pages.
Bloom stood up, eyebrows furrowed even further.
"Drawing fairies, fairies, and just..oh wow, they're all just-"
"Fairies," a glaring Bloom snatched the book away. "And what's so wrong with that?"
"You're sixteen! When I was your age, I was-"
"I'm not you."
"I'm not saying that!" Her mother argued, "It's just that, your father's right. Bloom, don't you think you're a little bit too old to be believing in magic and all that stuff?"
Bloom sighed, throwing the book onto the bed, "What do you want me to do?"
"Try going outside, make some friends...I don't know. I just want you to get some fresh air, honey. I'm not telling you this because I hate you or anything."
After some silence, the woman headed for the door. She turned back one final time to see Bloom on her bed, putting her shoes on. With a smile on her face, the mother exited the room, leaving the door slightly opened.
It was a usual Saturday afternoon. Vanessa Peters cleaning up after she successfully cooked the usual afternoon family meal. A plate had been put away for Bloom, in case she ever wanted to leave her room. Her hardworking and sensible husband, Michael Peters, watching the game on their usual boxy television set. Ah yes, this Saturday afternoon was very usual.
Except for the fact that a pair of footsteps were running down the stairs right now. The couple looked towards the direction of the noise. Bloom, breathing a little heavy, looked at her parents with a newfound hope.
"Mom, Dad." Bloom asked, "Can I please get a car?"
Bloom looked at Mike, and Mike looked at Vanessa. But Vanessa looked at Mike, and Mike looked at Bloom. The middle-aged man sighed, rubbing his chin.
"I had a feeling that this day would come."
Seething with anger, a certain redhead pedaled through the streets of Gardenia with a blue rabbit and a red apple in the front basket.
"I'm literally the most perfect child any parent could ask for!" Bloom fumed, "I stay outta trouble, I get straight A's, and thank God I'm not pregnant! But when I ask for a car, I get a fucking bike?! All these bratty ass kids get a car or maybe even a private jet! But Bloom gets a fucking trash bike!"
She pulled her bike to a halt, and looked down at her adorable pet. The rabbit was pleading to her with his eyes. Bloom softened up, sighing.
Petting him, she said, "Sorry, Kiko. It's just...I'm sixteen. I wanna be cool. I barely have any friends. And C-Chase...he was all I had left so…" This was not good. Her blue eyes were watering just at the thought of him. The girl hurriedly put her fingers to her eyes to stop incoming tears.
In Gardenia, if you liked boys, you wanted Chase Capello underneath your sheets in a blink of an eye. He was a high school student, soccer player, and a part-time employee at your local Target on weekdays. And goddamn was he hot. Sooo hot. Jesus Christ, he was hot. You couldn't deny him with his black coffee-colored curls, tanned skin, light green eyes, and chiseled chin. And have you see his body? Woo! Gurl, lemme stop.
Anyway, Chase started out as Bloom's family friend, then her best friend, and then bam! He was Bloom's boyfriend for maybe 4 years or so. All the elders thought they were the cutest couple. Everyone thought they were inseparable, but damn, did Chase fuck up. I mean, despite of how hot he was, he was a huge fuckboy so I, the narrator, saw it coming.
Oh wait. That's right. I created him...
Anyway, turns out he had been cheating on Bloom for a year with her enemy (who's the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch) named Mitzi. And speak of the Devil-
A pink Barbie-looking-ass convertible rolled up next to the suffering redhead. Bloom turned her head to see a familiar smirk on a certain bespectacled bitch. Kiko made sure to keep out of sight. Smart rabbit.
"Heeey, Bloom."
Que the massive eyeroll from our protagonist. What did Mitzi want now? Couldn't Bloom's archnemesis see that she was already deep in her anguish at the moment? Clearly, since the brat was eyeing Bloom and her red bike up and down.
"Wow," Mitzi snickered. "Just wow. I don't think I can embarrass you today. I think your new ride is doing it already."
Bloom glared at her, "Don't you have anything better to do, Mitzi?"
Mitzi replied, "Are you really one to be asking that question? I mean, the one time you come outside of the house, it's like this? Why don't you stop shopping at the thrift shop and dye your hair? Seriously, Bloom, it's looking like fire hydrant and it's hurting my eyes."
Bloom bit her lip from responding. Adding to the fire won't make it go away. Bloom took a deep breath in, and pedaled fast away from Mitzi.
"Hey!" She could hear Mitzi's whines from afar.
Bloom finally exhaled, relaxing her shoulders. Her fiery hair flowed behind her as she continued down the street and into the tree-filled park of Gardenia.
"Alright, Kiko, go play now. Just be sure not to get lost."
The fair girl sat down on the grass with an apple in hand. She looked up to the clouds in the blue sky, and took a bite of her fruit.
Hmm, what exactly was she going to do today? She was already at the park, but there was no way in hell she was going to try and "socialize". Most kids knew Bloom, and most of them didn't like her or even care about her. Jeez, if only her mother knew how hard it was to make friends, maybe she wouldn't pester her all the time. Besides, even if Bloom was sixteen, there was nothing wrong with making journals about fairies. At least she wasn't drawing furry porn.
Ever since she could remember, Bloom has always been fascinated by fairies. She didn't know why, she just was. But she wondered when if it was time to let go? Maybe her mother is right. A sixteen year old being obsessed with fairies was not "normal". But Bloom felt connected to these mythical creatures, and for such a long time.
The redhead closed her eyes as she swallowed her next bite. Life would be so much easier if she was a fairy herself. Definitely.
A high, urgent squeak disturbed her tranquility. Bloom opened her eyes to see Kiko tugging at her pants, pointing in a certain direction. She raised an eyebrow.
"What is it, Kiko?"
The blue bunny ran off, beckoning her to follow. Bloom, with slight hesitation, stood up and ran after him.
What the hell was she seeing right now?!
Was this one of those nerdy roleplay battles? No, no, no, that monster and his minions looked real. That girl-that fairy looked oh-so real. Bloom was watching a real live battle between a fairy and a monster play out right now! This was too much to take in all at once.
"Solar wind blast!" The blonde stomped her scepter on the ground. Sun beams shot out, causing the minions to fall back and dissolve into mere particles of dust. The monster growled in anger and frustration as he clenched his fist. The blonde smirked with pride, "How did you like that, you little bitch?"
In a blink of eye, the monster charged at the fairy, causing her to fall back onto the grass. Bloom winced at the sight.
"Now ghouls," the ogre demanded, "bring me her scepter!"
The remaining ghouls obeyed in an instant. They rushed to restrain the girl, letting the monster snatch the scepter out of her grasp. He walked to her in an intimidating manner with a mean grin, lowering his neck to her. He said, "How do you like it now, princess? You're finished!"
"Fuck off, you ugly banana peel!"
Wait, who said that? Bloom looked around to see that she was currently interfering with the scene in front of her. What?! When did she even step in?! And why the hell did she think this was a smart idea?!
The ogre charged towards Bloom and snatched her up, holding her high with his hand. He yelled, "Maybe you should mind your own business!"
"Get off of me!" Bloom shut her eyes, and suddenly a spark of energy ignited within her. She didn't know what it was, but it felt right. And whatever it was, it got her and the fairy free from being captive. The ogre and some ghouls had been thrown back against a tree. The scepter flew towards the fairy's side. The other ghouls pounced to attack Bloom, but she closed her eyes again, and the energy returned. An orange sphere surrounded her, fending off and destroying the creatures.
The fairy grabbed her scepter and swung it at the ghouls surrounding her. The sun beams obliterated them. Realizing it was a battle he couldn't win, the monster and his minions backed up into a tree. He frowned and growled.
"Urgh, we'll meet again soon, Princess Stella!" The ogre then clapped his hands together and transported out of there.
The blonde replied, "Don't count on it!"
Before Bloom could get a word in, the fairy fainted from exhaustion. The redhead looked at Kiko and raised an eyebrow, "Is this what I get for going outside?"
This was a difficult situation. One Bloom couldn't search on Google for. Well, maybe she could. There's a lot weird stuff you find on the internet. Like furry porn.
But here Bloom was. In front her parents, trying to explain why she brought home a random girl that currently sleeping on the couch. This was the type of stuff you do in college, not in high school. Nevertheless, Bloom still needed to provide an explanation.
"I'm telling you the truth, Dad!" Bloom said, "She's a fairy! And we were battling this huge monster in the park and she was all like 'sun power blast' or something like that! And I was all 'pichoo' and I don't know how but it was super cool and it felt amazing and I just-I mean, that's why I even have this huge rip on my pants!" Bloom shook her leg, showing the big rip from the bottom of the leg of her blue pants.
"Here you go again, Bloom! You are delusional!" Mike told her, "This fairy gag is getting real tiring, you know that? Monsters aren't real! Fairies aren't real! And most importantly, magic isn't real!"
The fairy's eyes flutter open. She sat up, scratching her head and yawning. She looked up to see the family's eyes on her.
She grinned, waving, "Morning, everyone! Okay, I would like waffles with lots of syrup. Hold the butter. And I like my bacon extra crispy so-"
"It's night," Vanessa calmly corrected. "Dear, what is your name?"
"I'm Princess Stella of Solaria," the blonde proclaimed. Bloom smiled, and Mike rolled his eyes.
Vanessa raised an eyebrow, "Um, okay, I think we better call your parents."
"You can try, but you won't succeed." Stella said, "No earthy phone service can reach the magical dimension."
Mike groaned, "Oh my God. Vanessa, let's call Dr. Silverman."
"We don't need a doctor," Bloom argued. "She's perfectly fine."
"You bet your ass I am," Stella said. The girls' eyes met. The blonde smiled, "Hey! Thanks for saving me out there. You've got some strong magic in you, girl."
Bloom, eyes wide with a grin on her face, "Me? No way!"
"Yes way," Stella said. "You should totally attend Alfea."
"Alfea?"
"The most prestigious school for awesome fairies like me."
"Oh no, she's delusional too!" Mike said, "That's it. I'm calling Dr. Silverman." He walked over to phone and picked it up to make a call.
Stella narrowed her eyes at him. "Not on my watch," she said. And with a wave of her finger, her magic transformed the phone and its receiver into a dildo and a vibrator.
"What the-" said Mike, dropping the dildo. Kiko rushed to take a bite of it. Vanessa slapped her hand over her mouth. Bloom clapped, still grinning from ear to ear.
Stella smirked, "Now if you excuse me, I have to go make a call of my own." The blonde girl walked out of the room, taking out more advanced phone.
"That girl is batshit crazy!" Mike said, "She's dangerous! How did she do that?!"
"I told you, she's a fairy!"
"But is she safe to be around, Bloom?" Vanessa said, "I can't trust her. That was so scary."
"I helped her fight off an evil monster," Bloom reassured. "I'm pretty sure she's on the right side."
Mike asked, "Are you saying you have magic powers too?"
The ginger shrugged, "To be honest...I'm not sure."
Suddenly, the door was being pounded at as if there were rabid dogs behind it. The family immediately turned their heads in fear.
Vanessa asked, "Bloom, what is that?"
Panicked, Bloom called, "Stella!"
Stella hurried into the room and looked at the door. It looked as if it was about to come off of its hinges. The blonde transformed into her fairy form. Bloom looked at her in awe. But finally, the door was broken down and there stood the ogre with his minions and a blue troll.
Stella snarled, "Back again, Knut?"
"You know it!" The ogre replied.
"Let's take this outside!" The fairy blasted a sun beam at one of the windows, shattering it and flying out. The monsters followed.
Mike clutched his head, "Yeesh, do you how much those costs?!"
Bloom turned to her parents, "Mom, Dad, whatever you do, don't go outside." She then ran outside to help Stella.
Okay. This wasn't really the plan. Well, there wasn't a plan in the first place, but still. For some reason, Bloom hadn't expected her and Stella to be lying on the ground, defenseless, in front of a tall blue troll ready to tear them to shreds.
But suddenly, and thankfully, a rope latched around the troll's neck. The girls turn their heads to see four teenage muscular boys standing proudly before them. Bloom's eyes were glued to the blond boy holding the sky blue shield. He just looked so princely and charming.
"Stella, who are they?"
"My fuckbuddy and his friends," Stella replied. "I called them over. I knew that stupid ogre would come back for my precious scepter." Stella stood up, dusting herself off, "C'mon! Let's destroy these ugly monsters! I've had enough of them."
Bloom and Stella entered the house once again, tired and worn out from the battle. Vanessa and Mike stood up at once.
"Bloom, are you okay?" Vanessa told her, "I was so worried about you!" The two ran up to hug each other tightly.
Stella sighed, hands on hips, "Well, Bloom, go and pack up."
"I'm sorry? Pack up for where exactly?" Mike asked.
Bloom asked, "Yeah, what are you talking about, Stella?"
"You can't possibly be thinking it's safe to stay on Earth, right?"
"Are you suggesting that I...move to the magical dimension?"
"Alfea, to be exact," Stella said. "The school I mentioned before? I go there, and they'll take good care of you. You'll be taught how to handle your powers and defend yourself and everything."
"That sounds amazing," Bloom spoke under her breath. There was a look of pure awe in her blue eyes.
Mike objected, "No, no, no! I will not have my daughter-"
"Do you wanna die?" Stella glared at him, "I'm sorry, sir, but this is, like, the only way. She's got amazing power. If Bloom stays here any longer, I'm sure something bad will happen. Evil forces are attracted to magical energy such as hers. It's not safe in some mundane and defenseless town."
Vanessa sighed, "Mike."
Mr. Peters turned his head to the woman. A familiar look of worry and weariness worn on her face.
"Stella's right," Vanessa said after a short pause. "What can we do for Bloom? It's obvious she's different. She's always been different."
Mike sighed, taking a seat in an empty chair. He looked down, "Go."