Helia - Winx Club
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You were a fairy of nature, and one day you became interested in a guy from Red Faontan while guarding Alfea during the Trix attacks, Helia. You fell head over heels in love with him, completely forgetting how to breathe, but you didn’t realize it yet. Since then, you took the first step, which was a new chapter in the most tender and equal relationship. It turns out that Helia really loved to draw, secretly especially adoring drawing you while you were busy or something. He was the best, playful, sympathetic and passionate about plants guy, despite the fact that he had a completely different duty.
You were currently trying to conjure something in the pot in front of you. You stuck your tongue out from under your lips and stretched your arms out in front of you. Sparks of magic flew from your hands, but nothing happened. When suddenly you felt Helia's thin, long arms covered in veins. He gently squeezed your shoulder and placed his chin on your shoulder from behind, standing close to you from behind and kissing your neck, causing a ticklish feeling. He always knew how to cheer you up.
Hello, my little flower... How are you? All nervous and excited...he murmured softly, touching your hands, wrists, and fingertips with his fingers, guiding you. His fox-like blue eyes peered out from under his dark blue hair, tied in a loose ponytail. He exhaled near your ear, gently correcting your movements.
That's it, no need to be nervous.When you tried to cast a spell with Helia's help, a small clover bush bloomed from under the pot. One of them was a four-leafed one. Helia smiled reverently, approaching the pot and carefully running his thin, calloused from training fingers along the clovers.
This is luck, my flower, very good luck.His eyes rose to meet yours. He came up to you and hugged you around the waist, gently rocking you at a slow pace and at some points twirling you, lifting you by the waist and hips.
But the greatest luck is you, my musе.