Winx oneshots

I need to tell her. You're her.

Everything felt numb as he sat on the bench hidden in the trees, watching the people around the park. Couples sat on picnic blankets in the grass or walked hand in hand along the old paths. It felt as though they were taunting him. They were so happy, they had each other, they had their people. He wanted his person. He wanted to walk along the paths, holding the hand of the woman he loved. He wanted to sit on a blanket in the grass, laughing with her and watching the brightest smile light up her face as she brushed her hair out of her face. He wanted to tell her that given the opportunity he would give her the entire world if he could.

The light was still on in her office, the crazy fairy was still up doing paperwork.

He knocked on her door and entered as she called out.

"Do you realise how late it is Fa? You shouldn't still be up."

"And you seem to be peacefully sleeping aswell."

"I had the night shift for patrol, I was heading back when I saw the light in your office."

"Mm. Sit down then instead of standing aimlessly in the middle of the room."

"Fa..."

"I have just a few more papers to look at and then I will go to my rooms and sleep."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Sighing, the specialist sat back in his chair watching the pen run over the paper. His thoughts travelled back to the park and to the morning he had spent there alone.

"Saul?"

The mind fairy's voice broke him out of his trance.

"Yes."

"You're loud."

"What...?"

She tapped her head, giving him a friendly but pointed glare.

"You're loud. What's going on?"

He sighed and rubbed his head.

"I'm just confused about something, that's all."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Later, let me keep you company for now."

"You should go to bed Saul, you look tired."

"And let you sit by yourself finishing the mountain of paperwork you're hiding from me."

He chuckled as an annoyed look flashed across her features. It was quickly replaced by a miffed smile.

"I thought I had managed to hide them."

"Not well enough, you forget that I know you too well."

"I'll try better next time."

"You'll be asleep next time."

She hummed non-committedly. After that they sat in a comfortable silence. She marked, graded, signed, and reviewed, papers, official documents, essays, exams, and homework while he watched. When she rubbed her head one to may times signalling the start of a headache, he stood up.

"May I?"

He rested his finger gently against her hair as she nodded.

"Please do."

He searched through her hair delicately, finding each hair pin she had used in the braided chignon bun she had it in. He knew they made her look imposing, commanded more respect from the students than when her hair was down, but the tightness of the hairstyle left her more susceptible to the headaches she often endured. He ran his finger lightly through the blonde curls until each knot was untangled.

"Thank you."

He moved back to the other side of the desk, sitting back in his chair.

"Why do you wear that after the school day is over?"

"I haven't got time to take it out, besides, if a student needs help when its late it's better I still look like their headmistress."

"What a terrible problem."

"Mm, at least I share mine."

"Is that a not so subtle, subtle hint that my thoughts are too loud again."

"Yes."

"Teenagers would laugh at my problems."

"Luckily I'm not a teenager."

"There's a woman."

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a smile that was ready to mock him should his problem be worse than a teenagers.

"She is... amazing, absolutely amazing. I love her."

"And?"

She looked up and smiled at him, pursing her lips as an excited and curious look displayed across her face.

"How can I tell her? How can I say those words, how can I say I love you?"

"Just tell her straight out."

"How do I do that?"

"Just say the words."

"How?"

"Saul, you're being pathetic."

She turned her gaze back to her papers and began writing.

"Can I practice on you."

"Fine, on you go."

"I love you."

"I love you to you idiot, why don't go tell her. You could call her a call could save you from embarrassment.

"That's the problem. I just did tell her."

Her head snapped up, her eyes meeting his.

"I love you Farah."