/Notes: Finally back with a chapter! I started a completely different one a day or so ago and got bored within 5 minutes of writing, so I deleted it all and wrote this today. I might still use the original text as a scene in another chapter(it's about the Winx, not Bloom and Valtor).I have been adjusting to college life in a new town, so everything I found fun doing sort of got brushed aside, especially inspiration for writing. But I hope this chapter amuses you still. Enjoy!/
Bloom was once again in the great halls of Alfea.
And Valtor stood opposite of her, his power-hungry gaze making her feel bare before him.
The flame in her chest burnt to life, enraging at the mere thought of him. She summoned fire to her palm, aiming at the wizard's chest. Everything she believed was dead and buried came rushing on the surface. Her parents, gone and probably lost until she finds them. Her kingdom was in utter ruins, its citizens vanished. Daphne- Daphne who sacrificed her own life to save Bloom's.
And all of it was done by him. Bloom didn't care that the ancestral witches technically created him, making them too, at fault. She wanted someone to pay, to see Valtor suffer and die as she snuffed the light out of his eyes.
The sphere of fire in her hand continued to grow and she could feel her power resist, the corners of her eyes burning as her head began to ache. Even though she couldn't see it, she felt the moments when her eyes shifted between blue and gold. Usually, she was terrified of it. But not this time. Bloom called to that darkness now, feeling it spread over her head and into her heart.
Valtor, who up until that moment stood there proudly with a smirk, now flinched and took a step back. It was the first time she saw him look almost scared.
She tried fixing her aim at him but her hand wouldn't stop shaking, and the ringing in her ears was worsening. When she shot, she knew it will reach him. But, she also knew that her target, his heart, won't be what she hits.
Valtor went flying into the shelf behind him, making the library books cover the floor. Her breathing was heavy as she tried to clear the dizziness out of her head.
His hand snapped to his shoulder where blood and burnt flesh started to mix. A hiss escaped him when he tried getting up. He tried to keep his weight mostly on his back, which was pressed against the bookshelf.
Bloom was panting, her palm against her head, the battle of light and dark inside it taking its toll.
But before she could focus and finish Valtor once and for all, the scene changed.
This time she awoke in a very familiar chamber. The walls were of black, thick stone, without any traces of natural light. And Bloom was on a metal table.
Her heart started to beat like thunder, terror and shock present in every inch of her body. This wasn't real, she tried reassuring herself. It can't be. But then-
The creature staring down at her wasn't Darkar though, it was Valtor, which made Bloom even more petrified.
"You thought you could beat me, didn't you Princess?"
The name he used burned in her heart. Like a curse on his lips. The title he tried to rip away from her.
"If your parents failed, did you really think you stood a chance?"
She was hating that part of her agreed with him in a way. She always pushed the negativity away, hoping that if she fought hard enough, she would in fact defeat him. And with that find out what happened to her parents. She guessed her dreams were far too naive for that.
Valtor took a step closer, extending his left hand towards her. He touched his cold fingers to her cheek, then gripped her chin in his hand. "How I would have loved to see you free them and the disappointment in their eyes when you tell them it was for nothing."
Bloom felt tears stinging her cheeks, despising that she let him see her cry. But what he didn't know is that the sentence had given her a tiny bit of hope. Free them. You don't free the dead. So maybe her parents were alive somewhere after all.
"A very pretty memory that we landed on, isn't it?" he said when circling around the table.
Memory. If that was true, it meant whatever is happening isn't real. Hopefully.
"I bet Lord Darkar had a lot of fun here."
Memories of the Twix's power crashing into her as she laid on that very table swerved into her head. She was alone all over again.
"But I would bet that the Shadowhunt is even greater of a memory to visit." Bloom's heart almost stopped beating right then. She couldn't go back, couldn't witness it ever again. She would do anything, maybe even beg for him to stop.
"No. I can't-"
But Valtor only laughed, snapping his fingers. Instantly, she wanted to slice him in half. The view didn't change though. But someone else appeared in the room.
Sky.
Bloom was going to vomit. He looked- as charming as always. Smile on his bright features, like there wasn't a care in the world. He watched her, his eyes a clear blue, just like many times long ago.
Before his body slouched forward, falling to the floor. Bloom heard a scream escape her, trashing to get free of her restraints. Behind her, she heard Valtor laugh. A wicked, dark sound, so unkind and filled with hatred.
"Did you enjoy the show?" he mocked her, coming into her vision now.
"You killed him."
Valtor crept closer, bowing down over her until he stared directly into her eyes, as he said: "No Bloom, you did."
Bloom sat up straight in her bed, sweat covering every bit of her skin, gasping as if she had been drowning. She looked around the room. White walls and a hospital bed.
Alfea.
Home.
Valtor wasn't there, probably had never been. It was a dream, no, a nightmare. She could feel herself shaking and pulled the cover closely around her shoulders as she slipped off of the bed. Surprised that she could even stand, she dragged her feet, slowly over to the bathroom.
Once inside, she peeled the pyjama off and stepped into the shower. The cold water hit her face, relaxing the tense muscles. She let it run over her face, her hair, her torso. Her eyes closed and for a second she saw Sky's body again. She opened them an instant later.
It wasn't real.
"Miss, you aren't supposed to be out of bed this late!" a voice said, knocking on the door.
"Just a minute."
There was a black towel in a small cabinet, which she used to dry herself as well as she could. But when she looked at herself in the mirror, she almost shrieked. The face staring at her wasn't her own. The girl had a purple pixie cut, smaller green eyes and long lashes Bloom could only dream of. The rest of the face and body was covered, completely in wounds and scars. And the weight she had lost dawned down on her.
This- this is what happened to her in Omega?
A knock on the door came again, so Bloom wrapped the towel around herself and stepped outside. The nurse was an older lady, in her 60-ties, with long grey hair tied into a ponytail. "Where are your clothes?" she asked, and when Bloom handed them over, the woman saw that they were entirely wet from sweat.
"You go lay back and I will find you something new okay?" Bloom nodded, laying herself back to the so-called safety of her bed. Nothing about it felt secure to her after tonight.
The nurse quickly came back with a warm long-sleeved top and matching bottoms with a pattern of blue hearts. Bloom smiled as she put them on.
"Thank you. And sorry for getting out of bed."
The older woman returned her smile: "You had a bad dream I take it?"
"Yeah, you could say so." Though Bloom was sure that reliving her most traumatic experiences couldn't be called just a bad dream.
"I could give you a sleeping medication if you want. It helps to ease nerves." Bloom nodded gratefully and the woman placed a vial on her side table. "It has enough for one dose, just drink it and lay down right away."
"Thank you."
The nurse smiled again, nodding as she exited the room.
Bloom stared at the blue liquid and took a small sip. It tasted almost like watermelon. She drank the rest and cuddled herself into a comfortable position. Sure enough, after a couple of minutes, her eyes closed and she had a dreamless rest of the night.
Valtor gasped in shock. One minute he is finally able to get some sort of rest, and in the next, he is disturbed by being pulled into Bloom's head. Or specifically her dreams.
He got up and walked to his full-length mirror, pulling back his white shirt. The scar was still red and very much visible. When he touched it, a small amount of pulsing pain spread over the area.
As soon as he saw Alfea and Bloom in front of him, he knew which memory they must be in. It was the first time in his life that he saw a fairy trying so hard to both, use dark magic and refuse its power. In a way, it amused him. What he never expected was for her entire transformation to shift, since such a thing never happened to Griffin when she switched to the light side.
Bloom, though, was incredible and mesmerizing. He found himself staring as the blue of her eyes was gone, replaced entirely by golden-yellow. Her wings were far sharper than usual and her attire completely black. There was a sort of elegance to her as she appeared. And when her now rage-filled eyes met his, he saw himself in her. So ensnared in the darkness that it was hard for her to admit how much she loved it.
That is what took him off guard and allowed her to lay a hit on him.
Valtor stared at the wound and hissed, somewhat pleased that he could at least control the dream scenario as it played out. So he reached for the bond between them, and from it, into her memories. He never knew what exactly made the little fire fairy dark, except that it had something to do with Darkar, the Shadow Phoenix.
And when he saw the look on her face, he knew he had hit the jackpot. He was sure that if he indeed wanted to show her the Shadowhunt, she would do whatever he wanted just to stop it. There was something with that memory that made Bloom horrified. So he went for the next best thing, the prince of Eraklyon.
Back when Domino was in its full power, Eraklyon couldn't even hold a match to it, for it was the most dominant over any other kingdom.
When he said to her that she was responsible for the prince's death, he was merely bluffing. But her face told him the opposite. There was some truth to his words.
And he could believe it even less, that a person like Bloom would ever take the life of another. Especially when she was so keen to protect even strangers that she didn't know.
He pulled his shirt back and put a coat over it with ease. He needed a drink.
The bar was way too full for 3 in the morning, but Valtor didn't object. He made sure his disguise was well placed and walked to the free stool. A figure stared at him from the corner of the room and Valtor wasn't sure if he should worry or not.
He raised a hand, waving to the bartender: "A shot of bourbon."
"Make it two."
Someone sat next to him, legs crossed in the lap and when Valtor looked to the corner, the figure was gone. "Are you the one who's been staring at me since I walked in?"
"I never miss a pretty face," the person said with a wink.
"It's true, they've been hitting on the last 5 people who sat there," said the man setting down their glasses as he cocked his head to Valtor's seat. Valtor eyed the stranger carefully. They had a shaven head, tan skin and makeup many would envy. The purple eyeshadow matched their button-down shirt and eyeliner made the eyes look even brighter than they already were.
"What's the name handsome?"
"Brooks," Valtor said the first name that popped into his head, taking a small sip of his drink. Their eyes travelled playfully from his shoes, along his body to his eyes.
"Call me Pekka," they said and drank the bourbon in one go, waving to the bartender for another.
"I haven't seen you in here before."
"I don't suppose you had. I'm new."
Pekka bit their bottom lip, drawing closer to Valtor. "Oh, I can see that."
Valtor grew very still as the stranger breathed into his ear: "Maybe you and I could have a little fun tonight?"
And he decided it would be a great end of his night to play right along. So he finished his glass and stole the fresh one aimed for Pekka, then stood up. They followed him to one of the bathrooms and walked in after Valtor, who then turned the lock.
"Careful much aren't we?" they said and kissed the spot behind Valtor's ear. He smirked as he twitched his fingers and Pekka instantly stopped moving.
Their hands snapped to their chest, as Valtor made it feel like it was in pain. "What- What is happening?" they whimpered and then raised their eyes back to Valtor.
With a flick of the other hand, he put up a spell to block the sounds from anyone else, essentially to hide the screaming that might follow.
And then Valtor dropped his disguise. Pekka's fear was instant, eyes blazing with shock.
"You- You are him. That wizard."
Valtor crouched down in front of them, "Still think I'm handsome now?" he said with a smirk.
"Please, let's reason here. I- I can be of use-"
But before they could say another word, Valtor closed his fingers into a fist, making Pekka's heart, break, literally, in pieces. They fell at his feet, dead.
Now, this, Valtor thought, is how you end a night.
Before returning to his hideout though, he couldn't help himself but to pass Alfea. The school stood proudly intact, seeming like there aren't any wards in place. It looked almost too easy to conquer, but he knew Faragona. And the old bat was smart. If it seemed easy, it was bound to be anything but.
He focused on the Dragon fire instead, which lead him to a farther part of the school. He dared to walk closer, extending a hand to feel the magic Faragona had placed over it. And sure enough, it was there. And he had a brilliantly stupid idea how to mess with the old fairy.
Purposely, he pressed his palm against the walls, and before an alarm could be sounded, he had absorbed the barrier power and teleported straight inside. The room was dark with no evident source of light in it. A hospital wing. He briefly remembered the conversation he overheard. About disguising Bloom and having her hidden in Alfea.
And Bloom was laying in one of the beds. Or who he knew was Bloom by the feel of her power. Even though they had masked her face, he could sense the warmth of her Dragon Flame.
Making sure she is asleep, he walked closer, stretching a hand towards her. And when his fingers brushed her skin, he could feel just how warm it was. How unlike his own. It surprised him how easily she slept after the dreams that hunted her that same night. Then he saw a small vial by the bed. Cheater, he thought. He could probably mess with them again, but he too was tired now.
Valtor almost smiled at that before snapping back to his senses.
He teleported back outside, and let the magic he took fall back into place. Walking to the darkness of the woods, now hidden from sight, he shot a fireball into the invisible barrier and let the alarm break loose.
/Ending notes: This is a first chapter to finally have a Bloom/Valtor scene haha and I really enjoyed messing with it. So I really hope you were fans of it too. Furthermore, now you have a bit more of a clear picture as to what happened with Sky(finally haha). Once again I brought my queer Valtor headcanon to the table and I feel no shame! Boy has big queer energy I don't make the rules.(I mean, I kind of do in this fic but just ignore that). And yes, Pekka used they/them pronouns. :D Also if there are any Delena fans out here, the last scene when Valtor caresses Bloom's face is inspired by the scene from s1 when Damon does that to Elena while she is sleeping(1x03) Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments./