I decided to make the queer revolution of these two myself. So I have a couple of ideas in my mind about Ariana or Sabrina fanfictions... any good writer to pick than and make a beautiful cake?
Like, Ariana just made a BIG, HUGE, saphic thing in her tour and not a single fic about it? BITCH?!! SHE CHICOTING A WOMAN ON THE STAGE AND SENSUALLY DANCING WITH HER! This is fucking big lesbian material
Natasha: I swear, sometimes I feel like Iâm married to a child.
Y/N: You better watch who youâre calling a child, Natasha. Because if Iâm a child then you know what that makes you? A pedophile. And Iâll be damned if Iâm going to stand here and be lectured by a pervert.
Warnings: Im sorry but it's always angst, foul language.
Word count: 6.5k
I can't believe she's done! It's been so much fun writing this story, and I'm so happy with how it played out. I must thank my international superspies for the support - it's been so very important to me <3
I hope you enjoy this final bit. Thank you so much for reading <3
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Part 4:
She was bent on revenge. Eyes focused solely on the man whom she once had trusted deeply, the man who had taken her innocence away. The man who broke her.
And there, right next to the royal pair, sat the cradle with the small child in it, looking up curiously, raising her tiny hands and attempting to grasp whatever she could. The princess didnât cry in her presence; but it would have made no difference. The fear in Stefanâs eyes was all that fed her soul, once unsullied, now dark and vindictive. And while she thought of a way to make him suffer permanently, to spiral into the deep pain that she had been through, she remembered his words, his gift, his lies, his betrayal: a true loveâs kiss.
Turning around to face the King and Queen, the Dark Fae smiled wickedly, void of all good feelings, empty of what once were good memories that now had treason spilled over them, like ink staining a white blank page that was once the home to a beautiful story of innocence. Diaval cawed on her shoulder, as Maleficent thought what the gift ought to be. And she had her mind set on one thing: vengeance.
âListen well, all of you. The princess shall indeed, grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who meet her.â She spoke undisturbed, all eyes on her. It seemed like she grew under the attention; she felt the power surging and running through her veins. And while both rulers attempted to stop her from continuing, the tainted Fae slowly turned her head towards Stefan and placed a slender finger in front of her tantalizing lips. They were at her beck and call, and like puppets, everyone listened closely. Maleficent needed one more object for the idea she had fabricated; and, lo and behold. The spindle of the spinning wheel. Oh, wasnât it a bright idea.
Her eyes had shone brightly, stronger with every single word that left her mouth, like a storm waiting to be released. âBut, before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into a sleep like death, a sleep from which she will never awaken!â Her voice boomed through the cold walls of the castle, gasps leaving the attendeeâs mouths, and she couldnât help but feel proud of herself. That is, until Stefon begged. Then the pride became pure, deep satisfaction.
âI like you beggingâ she mustered sardonically. âDo it againâ. Her vibrant green eyes flickered to the ground and up to the excuse of a man, giving a clear, unmistakable instruction: kneel.
And so, the King did. He kneeled in front of the creature he had bragged about killing, the creature he once knew to be pure, to ask her to spare his daughter - to spare him - from whatever indeterminate pain she was able to cause. His ego was bruised, she could see it in his face.
But fair is fair, she thought. Why not mock him one last time in front of these people; why not remind him of who he used to be, of his roots. And the fae raised her eyebrow, smirking casually. âAlright. The princess can be woken from her death sleep, but only⊠by true love's kiss.â She spat venomously. âThis curse will last till the end of time! No power on Earth can change it.â And with that final sentence on the babyâs life, on his reigning, she swiftly turned around and guffawed smugly, leaving the great hall to be colder and emptier than it felt before she had arrived. All that was left was nothing but her fiendish, cruel laugh resonating in each wall, window, hall and room of the castle, for what seemed like forever. The cracks in the floor would be impregnated with the memory and mock Stefan with that cursed sound, for years to come.
But there is one thing Maleficent didnât know, and could not foresee; the curse had acted in two ways, taking hold of two separated paths. Machinery already in motion, beckoned disaster, not only had she determined the princess's life - but her own as well.
The images of you had slowly turned into particles that flew in different directions, taking the laughs, conversations and sensations away with each little speck of dust. You had been erased from her memories just like that. Once sheâd left the castle, no memory of you was longer residing in her brain. And her laugh ceased, for she felt like something much more important had been lost - but she couldnât figure out why.
The Fae had not learnt how to differentiate infatuation with true love. And so, as she had denied the existence of the latter, the curse worked as it was set forth; making her forget about her one true love.
Aurora and Diaval ran towards the source of the harrowing shriek, finding their beloved Fae clutching her chest, hands coarsely gnawing at the place her heart once resided in - for now, the human had taken it along with her, and Maleficent did not know where to find it. She had already lost one precious belonging before, but now, two had run away from her without a single caveat. She yelled loudly, folding over and shaking in silence. Minutes seemed to pass before she inhaled hurtfully, desperately waiting for some air to enter her closed lungs - but even breathing in hurt.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, watery, irises looking around desperately for any sign of you, thief, the girl who took her beating heart. Anything, any sign that would prove her wrong and tell her that it was just paranoia, you had not left her. You couldnât have. You promised.
Until Diaval looked at her with sorrow in his black eyes; pity, somehow. Like he knew information she didnât. No questions needed to be asked, as Auroraâs sniffles completed the rest of the story. And she was hurt, but mostly enraged. The blue eyed girl cautiously approached the protector of the Moors, slowly extending her hand towards Maleficentâs arm to comfort her, and bring her back from the apparent stupor sheâd got caught in. The crying creatureâs breathing was shallow and her hands shaky. The words she was able to muster were barely audible. âFind her.â She said while staring at the ground.
âPardon me, Mistress? I - I could not hear what you said.â Diaval mumbled afraid, knowing what her sadness would transform into; he had seen it before, years ago. The Dark Fae stood up quickly, not bothering to wipe the tears that were free falling from her face, looking at her trustworthy crow and barking an instruction that would have to be completed, no matter what it took. âI said, find her.â And with that, the broken hearted woman took off, chasing whatever clue that would tell her where her heart might be hiding. And she had little time to find it, before it went away for good.
The creatures had been awakened with the grief-struck yelling, and the three pixies immediately flew to look for Aurora. Finding her and Diaval getting Mirette ready to go and scout The Moors as many times as it took, the blonde girl gave Knotgrass, Flittle and Thistlewit the instructions to recruit any creature they could find, for they needed to hurry. âGo to Balthazar and tell him to ask the rest of his kind to help us - we need her back, aunties.â Aurora begged before cantering away with raven-man following above, and the three pixies took off to different places, vowing on the fact that theyâd bring you back somehow.
Maleficent felt weak, but pushed through the pain; maybe you were confused, maybe something else had happened. And so, she decided to visit the places you were most fond of; the field where the horses ran free and where youâd chase her around on Valkyrieâs back, the hills that looked out to the strong rivers and waterfalls, and lastly, the pool of jewels. Her heart ached at the thought of that place, where she had given her heart away, only for it to leave hours later.
Time was lax and unwilling; she no longer grasped the concept of it, as each flutter of her wings seemed slower and weaker. The place where her heart ought to be flashed with pain at moments, and the Fae pressed it with her hand in an attempt to calm the burning, tormented heat of this affliction that people called love.
No matter how many times she flew over them and scanned the place, there was no trace of you; she didnât feel you nearby. Landing once again by the pool of jewels, Maleficent pressed the temples of her head trying to think of your whereabouts. She stopped mid-pacing, as the flashback of the hill she first saw you at came into her mind - but it wasnât the memory of the day she attempted to push you away from the borders. This time, she saw the image of a girl and a fae laughing in the hill, laying on the golden grass that autumn brought, turning to stare at each other to say everything they wouldnât dare to muster. Her wings were already carrying her there as the sudden vivid dream dissipated.
With sudden reinvigorated strength, Maleficent pushed forward, eyes set on the hill sheâd seen in her memories. Were they hers, or did the pain become too unbearable? She wondered; but something told her to keep going.
The night was pitch black, but the sounds of cantering hooves flooded her ears - it wasnât Mirette - Auroraâs mare had a much more paced and soft canter. This one was confident and powerful, set forward, like Valkyrie's. Looking down at the source of the sound, an even darker spot of black moved towards the borders of The Moors, straight towards the City. She recognized the black beauty immediately.
The Fae dived in front of the horse, who buried her hooves to avoid crashing into the pissed-off creature. Valkyrieâs ears were flat towards her back - she was just as pissed, and ready to rumble; until she met the Dark Faeâs eyes and saw nothing but sorrow and pain.
You went white with shock, and tried to move your stubborn mare forward. Now, she vehemently refused, not even fighting back, not a single sound nor rear. Forced to look at the woman who had landed in front of you, you noticed how her chest heaved as she tried to control her breathing, even herself. You dismounted Valkyrie unceremoniously, grabbing the reins and forcing her to walk forward. Once you attempted to swerve the Fae, her left wing extended at full-force, and prevented you from walking any further. She stared you down, and you knew there was no way out of this god forsaken conversation that you already deemed fruitless.
âYou are not leaving until we talk.â She said somberly. You took a few steps back, needing to put some distance between the both of you, crossing your arms over your chest.
âThere is nothing to talk about, Maleficent.â The fae was taken aback by your use of her full name and the way you spat the words, like they tasted sour in your tongue; you always used endearing terms, nicknames she had grown to love. The pain of such a little detail drew the air from her lungs, before she took a deep, painful breath, and swallowed the knot that had formed in her throat.
âBut there is, y/n. You swore you would protect the Moorsâ the Dark Fae said coldly, flying above you. âAre you like the rest of your kind? A liar?â She hissed the words and breathed heavily, nostrils flaring, scowl forming on her soft lips, her eyes shining with a menacing emerald green. You had seen her like that before, but never towards you. Never you.
Her accent was thick and heavy, and while it usually swept you off your feet, this time it felt like a punch to the stomach.
You shook your head at how inferior you felt - how little she made you feel. Her eyes were flooded with contempt and hatred; and what was left of your heart, if there was any, kept breaking, little by little. You knew she did not love you, that was made pretty clear. You just did not think she had harboured so much hatred towards you.
âIs that what this is, Maleficent? The Moors? If you hate my kind so much, if you hate me so intensely, then please enlighten me; when did you deem me good enough, fit enough to protect your beloved Moors from people like me?â You grabbed your head with your hands and pulled on your hair softly, flooding in frustration, pain, fear; you could not choose a predominant feeling, but what you did know is it all translated into anger. So much of it. âGod, Maleficent, for once be honest with yourself! Tell me what this really is about. At least once, tell me something that is actually true!â
âYou swore you would not leave me!â Maleficent yelled back, voice breaking. Her lips quivered and a pout was warning its arrival as the corner of her full lips pulled down instinctively. She bit her lower lip to avoid the movement, breathing in deeply and lifting her head up. Her fangs peered from her upper lip and pressed down forcefully on the skin of her bottom lip, almost to the point of breaking it. Lowering her voice, yet maintaining the stern tone, the Fae collected herself and resumed her speech. âYou promised you would stay. You said your loyalty lies here, with me. You said you loved me, promised me the world, promised true love and you ran away.â The last words were tainted with pain, and her eyes had gone from a bright emerald green to a dull golden with flecks of yellow; but the anger and disbelief was such that you did not notice. Maybe you did not want to notice; youâd chosen your version of a Maleficent that just did not care - youâd chosen to keep the character from the story youâd refused to believe before.
Your eyes widened at the statement, and you huffed incredulously, pressing the bridge of your nose between your middle finger and your thumb, massaging the area to let go of some tension. You closed your eyes to gather your thoughts, looking around at the starry, black sky, seeking comfort in the veil of moonlight that covered the fields. It was such a beautiful night to lose yourself in. And something had been lost.
The moments that passed seemed to be eternal; Maleficent stared at you and examined the details of your face, trying to make sure sheâd remember how the moonlight framed your features so beautifully, and the way your hair danced with the cold night wind, for she was sure you would leave. And there was no way she could change your mind.
From now on, youâd only be in her dreams; and she wished to depict you as detailed as she could. Her hands pressed the amber necklace she had given you tightly, knuckles turning white from the force she applied to it. You noticed the familiar piece of jewelry, but chose to ignore it. What you couldnât avoid was your eyes setting on the necklace youâd given her, which moved along the rising and falling of her chest.
âI waited, Mal. I waited for you to return the whole night. I waited for you to return all those years ago. I spent every afternoon sitting at that same god forsaken hill we first met at, hoping, wishing, begging for that change of winds and the sound that followed⊠Only to find myself coming back home empty handed and with a little piece of my heart gone, every. single. time.â Your voice was small, fragile, dim. Almost like a whisper. Unlike you. Your eyes burned with the tears you tried to hold back, a fruitless attempt. But the anger - the betrayal was far bigger than the hurt. The pain you had held on to all these years, the thorns from your story had already settled far and deep in your heart. And with every beat you felt them going in, every beat reminded you of the aching you had felt that first night. She had not abandoned you once; but twice. Twice she had broken your heart, and you still came back hoping she would finally let you in, finally realize you would give anything to be by her side. And it became unbearable.
Your gaze was still set in the horizon; there was no way you could look at her and find those angry eyes once again. But you had missed the softness in her look, her eyebrows tilting slightly upwards in the middle.
âAnd I fell right back into that fucking pattern last night, like a lovestruck fool. I stayed up looking at every direction in the sky, hoping I'd hear you fly by, forcing myself to think that you just needed to gather your thoughts.â You said through gritted teeth, taking a deep, stuttered breath as tears ran freely down your cheeks, some falling to the ground with a soft splatter sound, others collecting on the corners of your lips, salty to the taste, a reminder of years of held back pain, of lying to yourself thinking you had gotten over her. Your eyelashes were tangled and wet, your cheeks red, nose runny, but you could not care less anymore. Your eyes were glassy and cold, stripped from their usual sparkle. Finally the outside reflected how broken you felt on the inside.
Sheâd never seen you cry or let yourself be so vulnerable, so frail. Not even when you were near death. You were always her rock, her companion. You were the strong one, but now, you looked defeated. And this was on her.
You raised your voice - fuck being calm. You spent long enough hiding your feelings, and you just did not mind anymore, as the pressure on your chest finally obliged you to yield; so, succumbing to your feelings, you snapped, looking back at her with nothing but pure ire. âHoping you would come back to me and, god, at least reject me. But you left. You left me alone, once more. So donât talk to me about broken promises and loyalty - you know nothing about what those words mean. You failed me all those years ago, and I found the strength to forgive you. Turns out I do not have that in me anymore, Maleficent. I do not wish to keep loving someone who feels absolutely nothing for me - who never will. And if giving up the pain makes me selfish, then so be it.â
And once again, she stood silent, lips quivering, eyes cold and detached. Her face was painted with confusion, not knowing what you meant about those years back, yet still feeling guilty and somewhat familiar with the statement. You sighed, not knowing what the point of this was. You turned around to leave, and a loud ânoâ stopped you right in your tracks. Before you knew it, Maleficent had her hands on your waist, turning you around quickly and smashing her lips against yours.
It was absolute heaven. It was sparks, it was a whole symphony, it was too much and too little at the same time, satisfying but addicting, your senses were going into overdrive. Like a cathartic moment.
Her lips were as soft as you had imagined, and the kiss was sweet and salty because of the tears that collected between both of you. Your lungs burned with the need of air, but your body screamed for more.
Opening her eyes widely and stopping her passionate exploring, she stepped back and stared at you like you just burned her. The seconds that passed by made it feel like hell, and you hoped she had not regretted her sudden decision, or realized she didnât feel like that, not really. Instead, the Dark Fae let a half-laugh fall from her recently kissed lips, lifting her right hand to them and laying her fingertips on top, while the tears still fell from inertia. Looking down, her amber eyes moved rapidly from side to side, as if looking for something, as if remembering. An emerald swirl took over her eyes, and it left without trace. Her face was now one of understanding.
You were about to say something, anything, but she beat you to the punch and spoke softly, what you realized was not directed at you, but at herself. âI remember you.â And then, locking her teary gaze with yours, she repeated the sentence louder. âI remember you.â
With that, she pulled you towards her once more, kissing you deeply, and this time it was different. It felt like it was a long awaited event, like she had wanted this for years, and was deprived of it. It felt vital. It was bruising, years of pent-up feelings poured in between two people, on delicate flesh being sucked, on teeth clashing out of pure desperation and need, want. You reacted and tangled your hands in her hair, taking her plump lower lip between your teeth and biting it, earning a hiss from the Fae, who pulled you even closer.
Choking out the words, Maleficent spoke between kisses. âIâm so sorry. Iâm so, so sorry.â You both caved under the pressure of the moment, slowly falling to the ground, landing on your knees, trying to understand what had just happened. âIt was the curse. The curse worked against me as well, making me forget about what love was. I was so caught up in hatred and revenge, I was ensnared by him. Iâm so sorry for not being able to see it sooner.â She spoke against the crown of your head, while you tried to make sense of the information that had been spilled so quickly. âA true loveâs kiss.â She said in disbelief. She had broken Auroraâs curse with her motherly side, but youâd broken hers by making her heart beat once more.
Aurora and Diaval arrived to see you both in a desperate embrace, so close it was like at any second youâd merge together. And somehow, you fit perfectly. They were panting, and stared at each other with nothing else than pure relief at the scene that played in front of their eyes. Finally, Aurora mouthed, wiping the happy tears that fell from her doe eyes, while Diaval laughed nervously and felt like the weight of the world had left his shoulders. Can you imagine what would have happened if you were nowhere to be found?
âIâll never let you go again, my love.â She whispered against the crown of your head while rocking back and forth with you in her arms, her magnificent wings protecting both of you. You felt her warm lips pepper kisses around your face, wet tears that were definitely not yours falling on your skin. âStay with me. Please.â
Her breathing was stuttered, and she held you so close it even hurt. But her strong embrace put the broken pieces back together, and you felt it right then and there, you would be okay. Maybe you had to fall, to break completely, to puzzle yourself back together into what you truly wanted to become. And in that process, let go of past resentment and pain, and start understanding the other parts of the story that you had missed.
Maleficent knew she had a lot of work to do to keep you there, to make up for all those lost years - and lord she was good at it. She melted at the sight of you, but kept it almost fully professional when around others. Aurora would catch her mother staring at you with nothing but love in her eyes and a sweet smile, and she knew Malâs soulmate stood by her. What was once lost had been found and reunited, like ripped pages from a book finally being recovered and placed where they belonged, finishing the story. You stood up slowly, wiping the tears from your face, as the brown haired woman did the same. The weight of pain had left both your shoulders, but you couldnât stop thinking this was only a dream, so, you seeked for her hand, you examined her features exhaustively, you felt the touch of her warm skin against yours - life, once again, had meaning, it had purpose; all you wanted was to love her.
You snaked your arms around her waist and pulled her back to you once more, grinning like an idiot, your hands traveling her curves up, until they reached her face, setting on her jawline gently as your lips connected. The faeâs eyes fluttered shut, and you felt the weight of her body on yours, you felt her melt against your touch. She sighed mid kiss as you caressed her cheeks with your thumbs, before parting ways and noticing she was chasing your lips back, needing them against hers. Your right thumb moved slowly towards her recently kissed lips, colored bright pink and swollen - her lustful eyes that still showed the recent crying, her messy hair and tinted cheeks from the mix of emotions lived in a short span of time, along those lips, bitten nervously by her and then caught between your teeth, formed the most beautiful image youâd ever seen. âIs that a yes?â Maleficent asked breathily, attempting to regain some semblance of control. It was a mix of the two most vulnerable states youâd ever seen her in, and it was all yours.
âWell, truth be told, I just wanted to kiss you again. But, sure, we can consider it a yes.â You joked, shrugging. The Dark Fae slapped your left shoulder and frowned. âYou are absolutely infuriating.â
Rolling your eyes, you dismissed her words. âWeâve established that. Is there something else you want to add to the speech?â You teased, crossing your arms under your chest, quirking an eyebrow up as if waiting for the Fae to take the challenge.
âActually, yes, there is.â She said, matching your facial features, but adding a sly smirk. Your mouth fell agape at her statement.
âI love you.â She said softly, nervous, like a teenager who is telling their crush they like them. You didnât get to say a word before she blurted that phrase out, and you were sure your heart grew two sizes just from hearing her say that.
You noticed how she started playing with the necklace in her hands; being emotional had always been a challenge for her, and she was trying so hard, for you. You noticed how she was still unsure, still waiting for retaliation, still waiting for you to say no.
Your fingers traveled towards hers, stopping the nervous movements and opening her palm slowly, taking the amber necklace from her grasp.
Dangling the jewelry in front of your beloved winged woman, you smiled reassuringly. âWould you help me?â You asked innocently. Confused, she took the golden chain and waited for you to turn around, clasping it safely around the nape of your neck.
You felt the weight of the stone once more, and this time it held a promise. Turning around to face her once again, you grabbed her chin and lifted it slightly. âI love you too. And one day, Iâll get us matching rings to add to the collection.â You blurted out, surprising not only those around you but yourself. âI - well, that -â You rambled, trying to correct what you just said, until you saw the Faeâs eyes twinkle and the big grin that reached her eyes. âI canât wait.â She said, words giddy.
Looking at the blonde girl and raven who stared at you guiltily, like theyâd seen a little bit too much, you giggled and opened your arms. Aurora ran towards the both of you, almost pushing you back from the sheer force of the clash once sheâd reached you. Diaval was not so far behind, looking at his Mistress but biting back any kind of sarcastic remark - heâd had time to do so later. And maybe plan an escape to avoid being transformed into a wolf again.
Once Aurora felt like she could let go, you looked at the starry sky, that twinkled brighter than before. âLetâs go back home, shall we?â You asked, the question directed at the three of them. âRora, would you ride Valkyrie back?â You said while handing the mare to the young girl, who nodded happily and mounted the mare. With a deft motion of her fingers, Maleficent transformed Diaval into his original self, the beautiful Raven that flew above Aurora as she galloped towards their home, followed by Mirette, who neighed happily at the return of Val.
The Fae took your hand in hers and squeezed it lightly, looking at you with nothing else than pure love. âLetâs go home, my love.â She stated lovingly, as you both walked back towards the Moors, hand in hand, not willing to separate once more.
It was funny; no matter how many times youâd attempted to escape this feeling, it was far too strong to fight against it. The currents pushed you back and pulled you back in, now taking you with them to the deepest part of it. Youâd decided to embrace the intensity of it, making it a part of yourself. And once you ceased the relentless fight, it crooned you lovingly.
It hadnât been easy, but the best things in life never are; the days - well, weeks - after the incident, both of you treaded on a crystal floor, afraid to hurt each other. You were attached at the hip; whenever Aurora or Diaval wished to find one of you, they knew youâd be together. Both had decided on giving you space and letting the new relationship walk the course at its own pace. You both acted like idiots around each other, stuttering, blushing at everything, holding hands and averting your gaze, like you would have when younger. It was the adolescent love blooming once more, and maturing into something permanent.
You bickered around as well, but understood where it came from and respected that fear. After all, you had a lot of healing to do - but youâd grow as you go.
And youâd fared more than well; amazingly, youâd say. You spoke a lot about your past together, and Maleficent opened up to those years that seemed blocked by a wall of hazy memories, of a faceless someone, who she now knew was you. You laughed like you used to and slowly fell back into a comfortable routine and rhythm. Although, with her nearby, every day was exhilarating. You helped her with certain tasks along the Moors, comfortably falling into the role of a land-bound protector.
The creatures noticed how she softened near you and melted against your figure, and how the Dark Fae that once scowled at the littlest problem would now laugh most of the day - she had healed her inner young self, and the world had stopped being sepia toned for her. The cracks on both of your hearts had been filled by the loving touches of the other, by the passionate kisses and fond looks you shared; you would make the most of every single minute you had to prove to Maleficent that she owned you, body and soul. And the Fae did the same, in her own way.
One morning, Maleficent had awakened with a colder sensation than what sheâd grown to be used to, missing the heat that you provided. Her eyes opened widely as she felt around to find your hand, hair, anything, but feeling nothing but cold cloth - until the softness of petals reached her fingertips. She turned her head and found a white rose sitting on your side of the bed, recently picked - you had not left, you were around. She sighed the nerves away and heard a familiar caw come from the distance, watching as the raven landed on the tree nearby. She flicked her wrist quickly and Diaval balanced himself to avoid falling off the branch he sat at.
âSheâs waiting for you at the hill.â He simply stated, smiling as if he knew nothing else. The Fae glared at him and sent him away as a crow once more, watching her best friend fly away to the entrance of The Moors.
Stretching her wings and straightening her dress, she wondered what idea had slithered into your brain - and giggling at your antics, she flew off towards the place youâd first found each other - not one, but two times.
The Dark Fae spotted the outline of your frame sitting on the hill, Valkyrie munching on the soft grass nearby. Your back straightened once you felt her approaching, and you couldnât help but wonder how she kept making your heart skip a beat every single time she saw you.
The wind pushed forward as your beloved Fae landed, and you felt the soft crunch of the grass under her feet as she walked towards you.
She sat and looked at you, smiling innocently. âHello.â You turned around and pecked her lips, speaking inches away from them. âMorning, my love.â Maleficent smiled like she were on drugs every time you used that nickname; you had learned to read which ones she liked better, and this one beat all of them. It was slightly possessive yet showing her you were also hers; the perfect mix for your jealous Fae.
âTell me, y/n, what has gotten into your brain that you decided to scare me to death and disappear before I awakened?â She asked, sporting a scolding look on her sharp features. âWell, I just felt like going for a walk.â You shrugged, but the red blush that creeped up your neck told her you were hiding something.
âIs everything alright, darling?â This time, even if she attempted to hide her insecurities, they were still shown with the trembling of her voice. You grabbed her hands and squeezed them lightly, locking your eyes on hers. âNever been better, Mal. I was only out with Aurora; I needed to ask her something urgent.â The Fae sighed relaxedly, only to be a tad bit confused at your reason for leaving, although she sensed no lie this time. âWhat did you need to talk to Aurora about?â She inquired curiously.
âI was asking for her blessing.â You commented casually - although the nerves were eating you alive. You were sure the Fae felt your clammy hands and icy-cold skin. She looked even more confused than before, trying to find something to say, but coming up with nothing. âBlessing for what? The girl is not a nun.â
You facepalmed. Always so literal. âFor thisâ you responded, producing a rustic hammered gold band that resembled a branch, decorated with colourful, small precious stones around it, intricately set in the metal. Maleficent stared at it incredulously, not noticing Diaval and Aurora who silently stared from behind the trees of the forest.
You moved to kneel in front of her, holding the ring out between your index and middle finger, and hoping it wouldnât slip from the nervousness that accumulated. Realizing she was still as confused, her amber eyes looking between the ring and yourself, you cleared your throat and took a deep breath, managing to speak up. âI asked Aurora for her blessing, because I wanted to ask you for your hand in marriage, my love. Which is⊠what I'm trying to do right now. And failing miserably at it.â You said apologetically, avoiding her piercing stare. Valkyrie had her ears perked up and stared at the Fae, chewing her grass as slowly as she could to avoid making any sound. The blonde-curled girl and black haired raven-man approached her slowly, measuring their steps so Maleficent wouldnât notice; but it wouldn't matter if they started yelling or singing in her ear. She was entranced with the developing play in front of her.
It was barely there, barely a whisper that the wind dragged towards you. âYes.â Silence took over once more, filled slightly by the swishing of the leaves and tall grass strands. You felt like fainting once the nervousness left your body, cleaning your hands from the sweat before grabbing her left hand and sliding the ring in her fourth finger - the one that was believed to have a vein that connected it directly to the heart. âI told you I was going to get a matching ring someday, didnât I?â You joked nervously. The Fae laughed, and hugged you tightly, leaning her forehead against yours while her hands clasped around your neck. âI do not know how these human traditions really work; but I canât wait to find out. You are my mate for life, y/n.â She whispered happily, staring back at you.
âYou might want to repeat the âyesâ, though. The visitors behind us didnât really get to hear it properly.â You mustered, holding back a laugh. Maleficent turned around to see her daughter and best friend, almost like a brother now, accompanied by the recently arrived pixies and Balthazar - how sheâd missed the sound of his stomps, no one ever knew. She lifted her left hand proudly, wiggling her fingers, and earning a cheerful reaction from the little crowd that had formed. Turning back to kiss you deeply, she stole some extra kisses for the sake of it, leaving you like a giggling, drunk in love mess.
Aurora and Diaval walked closer and hugged the both of you, already speaking about how the wedding would be - the girl had it all planned, and of course sheâd dragged her uncle into this. Diaval just shrugged and threw out his sarcastic speech. âDonât soften too much now, Mistress. You already look like a melted puddle when you see y/n - and now that sheâll be your wife, Iâm afraid youâll evaporate into thin air.â She narrowed her eyes at him, before elbowing his side softly - she knew he was right.
âDoes that mean I have two mothers now?â The blue eyed girl asked, her grin so big it took up half of her face. You hugged her and thanked her for that final push, before looking back at your Fae, who stared fondly at the exchange.
The four of you walked back towards the Moors, Aurora skipping out and about and telling you how your wedding would play out. She was definitely filled with ideas and with nothing else than happy endings, for she couldn't think about anything else than that for her mothers. Diaval added a couple of ideas here and there, attempting to hide his ridiculous excitement, but being infected by his niece's happiness, and blurting out how he would fix the surroundings; the pixies fluttered happily, throwing their own blessings in, while Balthazar paced next to them, creaking with what could be interpreted as pure agreement.
After all, the ending was how it meant to be; every curse has its lesson.
Warnings: Im sorry but it's always angst, foul language.
Word count: 6.5k
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Part 4:
She was bent on revenge. Eyes focused solely on the man whom she once had trusted deeply, the man who had taken her innocence away. The man who broke her.
And there, right next to the royal pair, sat the cradle with the small child in it, looking up curiously, raising her tiny hands and attempting to grasp whatever she could. The princess didnât cry in her presence; but it would have made no difference. The fear in Stefanâs eyes was all that fed her soul, once unsullied, now dark and vindictive. And while she thought of a way to make him suffer permanently, to spiral into the deep pain that she had been through, she remembered his words, his gift, his lies, his betrayal: a true loveâs kiss.
Turning around to face the King and Queen, the Dark Fae smiled wickedly, void of all good feelings, empty of what once were good memories that now had treason spilled over them, like ink staining a white blank page that was once the home to a beautiful story of innocence. Diaval cawed on her shoulder, as Maleficent thought what the gift ought to be. And she had her mind set on one thing: vengeance.
âListen well, all of you. The princess shall indeed, grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who meet her.â She spoke undisturbed, all eyes on her. It seemed like she grew under the attention; she felt the power surging and running through her veins. And while both rulers attempted to stop her from continuing, the tainted Fae slowly turned her head towards Stefan and placed a slender finger in front of her tantalizing lips. They were at her beck and call, and like puppets, everyone listened closely. Maleficent needed one more object for the idea she had fabricated; and, lo and behold. The spindle of the spinning wheel. Oh, wasnât it a bright idea.
Her eyes had shone brightly, stronger with every single word that left her mouth, like a storm waiting to be released. âBut, before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she will prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and fall into a sleep like death, a sleep from which she will never awaken!â Her voice boomed through the cold walls of the castle, gasps leaving the attendeeâs mouths, and she couldnât help but feel proud of herself. That is, until Stefon begged. Then the pride became pure, deep satisfaction.
âI like you beggingâ she mustered sardonically. âDo it againâ. Her vibrant green eyes flickered to the ground and up to the excuse of a man, giving a clear, unmistakable instruction: kneel.
And so, the King did. He kneeled in front of the creature he had bragged about killing, the creature he once knew to be pure, to ask her to spare his daughter - to spare him - from whatever indeterminate pain she was able to cause. His ego was bruised, she could see it in his face.
But fair is fair, she thought. Why not mock him one last time in front of these people; why not remind him of who he used to be, of his roots. And the fae raised her eyebrow, smirking casually. âAlright. The princess can be woken from her death sleep, but only⊠by true love's kiss.â She spat venomously. âThis curse will last till the end of time! No power on Earth can change it.â And with that final sentence on the babyâs life, on his reigning, she swiftly turned around and guffawed smugly, leaving the great hall to be colder and emptier than it felt before she had arrived. All that was left was nothing but her fiendish, cruel laugh resonating in each wall, window, hall and room of the castle, for what seemed like forever. The cracks in the floor would be impregnated with the memory and mock Stefan with that cursed sound, for years to come.
But there is one thing Maleficent didnât know, and could not foresee; the curse had acted in two ways, taking hold of two separated paths. Machinery already in motion, beckoned disaster, not only had she determined the princess's life - but her own as well.
The images of you had slowly turned into particles that flew in different directions, taking the laughs, conversations and sensations away with each little speck of dust. You had been erased from her memories just like that. Once sheâd left the castle, no memory of you was longer residing in her brain. And her laugh ceased, for she felt like something much more important had been lost - but she couldnât figure out why.
The Fae had not learnt how to differentiate infatuation with true love. And so, as she had denied the existence of the latter, the curse worked as it was set forth; making her forget about her one true love.
Aurora and Diaval ran towards the source of the harrowing shriek, finding their beloved Fae clutching her chest, hands coarsely gnawing at the place her heart once resided in - for now, the human had taken it along with her, and Maleficent did not know where to find it. She had already lost one precious belonging before, but now, two had run away from her without a single caveat. She yelled loudly, folding over and shaking in silence. Minutes seemed to pass before she inhaled hurtfully, desperately waiting for some air to enter her closed lungs - but even breathing in hurt.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, watery, irises looking around desperately for any sign of you, thief, the girl who took her beating heart. Anything, any sign that would prove her wrong and tell her that it was just paranoia, you had not left her. You couldnât have. You promised.
Until Diaval looked at her with sorrow in his black eyes; pity, somehow. Like he knew information she didnât. No questions needed to be asked, as Auroraâs sniffles completed the rest of the story. And she was hurt, but mostly enraged. The blue eyed girl cautiously approached the protector of the Moors, slowly extending her hand towards Maleficentâs arm to comfort her, and bring her back from the apparent stupor sheâd got caught in. The crying creatureâs breathing was shallow and her hands shaky. The words she was able to muster were barely audible. âFind her.â She said while staring at the ground.
âPardon me, Mistress? I - I could not hear what you said.â Diaval mumbled afraid, knowing what her sadness would transform into; he had seen it before, years ago. The Dark Fae stood up quickly, not bothering to wipe the tears that were free falling from her face, looking at her trustworthy crow and barking an instruction that would have to be completed, no matter what it took. âI said, find her.â And with that, the broken hearted woman took off, chasing whatever clue that would tell her where her heart might be hiding. And she had little time to find it, before it went away for good.
The creatures had been awakened with the grief-struck yelling, and the three pixies immediately flew to look for Aurora. Finding her and Diaval getting Mirette ready to go and scout The Moors as many times as it took, the blonde girl gave Knotgrass, Flittle and Thistlewit the instructions to recruit any creature they could find, for they needed to hurry. âGo to Balthazar and tell him to ask the rest of his kind to help us - we need her back, aunties.â Aurora begged before cantering away with raven-man following above, and the three pixies took off to different places, vowing on the fact that theyâd bring you back somehow.
Maleficent felt weak, but pushed through the pain; maybe you were confused, maybe something else had happened. And so, she decided to visit the places you were most fond of; the field where the horses ran free and where youâd chase her around on Valkyrieâs back, the hills that looked out to the strong rivers and waterfalls, and lastly, the pool of jewels. Her heart ached at the thought of that place, where she had given her heart away, only for it to leave hours later.
Time was lax and unwilling; she no longer grasped the concept of it, as each flutter of her wings seemed slower and weaker. The place where her heart ought to be flashed with pain at moments, and the Fae pressed it with her hand in an attempt to calm the burning, tormented heat of this affliction that people called love.
No matter how many times she flew over them and scanned the place, there was no trace of you; she didnât feel you nearby. Landing once again by the pool of jewels, Maleficent pressed the temples of her head trying to think of your whereabouts. She stopped mid-pacing, as the flashback of the hill she first saw you at came into her mind - but it wasnât the memory of the day she attempted to push you away from the borders. This time, she saw the image of a girl and a fae laughing in the hill, laying on the golden grass that autumn brought, turning to stare at each other to say everything they wouldnât dare to muster. Her wings were already carrying her there as the sudden vivid dream dissipated.
With sudden reinvigorated strength, Maleficent pushed forward, eyes set on the hill sheâd seen in her memories. Were they hers, or did the pain become too unbearable? She wondered; but something told her to keep going.
The night was pitch black, but the sounds of cantering hooves flooded her ears - it wasnât Mirette - Auroraâs mare had a much more paced and soft canter. This one was confident and powerful, set forward, like Valkyrie's. Looking down at the source of the sound, an even darker spot of black moved towards the borders of The Moors, straight towards the City. She recognized the black beauty immediately.
The Fae dived in front of the horse, who buried her hooves to avoid crashing into the pissed-off creature. Valkyrieâs ears were flat towards her back - she was just as pissed, and ready to rumble; until she met the Dark Faeâs eyes and saw nothing but sorrow and pain.
You went white with shock, and tried to move your stubborn mare forward. Now, she vehemently refused, not even fighting back, not a single sound nor rear. Forced to look at the woman who had landed in front of you, you noticed how her chest heaved as she tried to control her breathing, even herself. You dismounted Valkyrie unceremoniously, grabbing the reins and forcing her to walk forward. Once you attempted to swerve the Fae, her left wing extended at full-force, and prevented you from walking any further. She stared you down, and you knew there was no way out of this god forsaken conversation that you already deemed fruitless.
âYou are not leaving until we talk.â She said somberly. You took a few steps back, needing to put some distance between the both of you, crossing your arms over your chest.
âThere is nothing to talk about, Maleficent.â The fae was taken aback by your use of her full name and the way you spat the words, like they tasted sour in your tongue; you always used endearing terms, nicknames she had grown to love. The pain of such a little detail drew the air from her lungs, before she took a deep, painful breath, and swallowed the knot that had formed in her throat.
âBut there is, y/n. You swore you would protect the Moorsâ the Dark Fae said coldly, flying above you. âAre you like the rest of your kind? A liar?â She hissed the words and breathed heavily, nostrils flaring, scowl forming on her soft lips, her eyes shining with a menacing emerald green. You had seen her like that before, but never towards you. Never you.
Her accent was thick and heavy, and while it usually swept you off your feet, this time it felt like a punch to the stomach.
You shook your head at how inferior you felt - how little she made you feel. Her eyes were flooded with contempt and hatred; and what was left of your heart, if there was any, kept breaking, little by little. You knew she did not love you, that was made pretty clear. You just did not think she had harboured so much hatred towards you.
âIs that what this is, Maleficent? The Moors? If you hate my kind so much, if you hate me so intensely, then please enlighten me; when did you deem me good enough, fit enough to protect your beloved Moors from people like me?â You grabbed your head with your hands and pulled on your hair softly, flooding in frustration, pain, fear; you could not choose a predominant feeling, but what you did know is it all translated into anger. So much of it. âGod, Maleficent, for once be honest with yourself! Tell me what this really is about. At least once, tell me something that is actually true!â
âYou swore you would not leave me!â Maleficent yelled back, voice breaking. Her lips quivered and a pout was warning its arrival as the corner of her full lips pulled down instinctively. She bit her lower lip to avoid the movement, breathing in deeply and lifting her head up. Her fangs peered from her upper lip and pressed down forcefully on the skin of her bottom lip, almost to the point of breaking it. Lowering her voice, yet maintaining the stern tone, the Fae collected herself and resumed her speech. âYou promised you would stay. You said your loyalty lies here, with me. You said you loved me, promised me the world, promised true love and you ran away.â The last words were tainted with pain, and her eyes had gone from a bright emerald green to a dull golden with flecks of yellow; but the anger and disbelief was such that you did not notice. Maybe you did not want to notice; youâd chosen your version of a Maleficent that just did not care - youâd chosen to keep the character from the story youâd refused to believe before.
Your eyes widened at the statement, and you huffed incredulously, pressing the bridge of your nose between your middle finger and your thumb, massaging the area to let go of some tension. You closed your eyes to gather your thoughts, looking around at the starry, black sky, seeking comfort in the veil of moonlight that covered the fields. It was such a beautiful night to lose yourself in. And something had been lost.
The moments that passed seemed to be eternal; Maleficent stared at you and examined the details of your face, trying to make sure sheâd remember how the moonlight framed your features so beautifully, and the way your hair danced with the cold night wind, for she was sure you would leave. And there was no way she could change your mind.
From now on, youâd only be in her dreams; and she wished to depict you as detailed as she could. Her hands pressed the amber necklace she had given you tightly, knuckles turning white from the force she applied to it. You noticed the familiar piece of jewelry, but chose to ignore it. What you couldnât avoid was your eyes setting on the necklace youâd given her, which moved along the rising and falling of her chest.
âI waited, Mal. I waited for you to return the whole night. I waited for you to return all those years ago. I spent every afternoon sitting at that same god forsaken hill we first met at, hoping, wishing, begging for that change of winds and the sound that followed⊠Only to find myself coming back home empty handed and with a little piece of my heart gone, every. single. time.â Your voice was small, fragile, dim. Almost like a whisper. Unlike you. Your eyes burned with the tears you tried to hold back, a fruitless attempt. But the anger - the betrayal was far bigger than the hurt. The pain you had held on to all these years, the thorns from your story had already settled far and deep in your heart. And with every beat you felt them going in, every beat reminded you of the aching you had felt that first night. She had not abandoned you once; but twice. Twice she had broken your heart, and you still came back hoping she would finally let you in, finally realize you would give anything to be by her side. And it became unbearable.
Your gaze was still set in the horizon; there was no way you could look at her and find those angry eyes once again. But you had missed the softness in her look, her eyebrows tilting slightly upwards in the middle.
âAnd I fell right back into that fucking pattern last night, like a lovestruck fool. I stayed up looking at every direction in the sky, hoping I'd hear you fly by, forcing myself to think that you just needed to gather your thoughts.â You said through gritted teeth, taking a deep, stuttered breath as tears ran freely down your cheeks, some falling to the ground with a soft splatter sound, others collecting on the corners of your lips, salty to the taste, a reminder of years of held back pain, of lying to yourself thinking you had gotten over her. Your eyelashes were tangled and wet, your cheeks red, nose runny, but you could not care less anymore. Your eyes were glassy and cold, stripped from their usual sparkle. Finally the outside reflected how broken you felt on the inside.
Sheâd never seen you cry or let yourself be so vulnerable, so frail. Not even when you were near death. You were always her rock, her companion. You were the strong one, but now, you looked defeated. And this was on her.
You raised your voice - fuck being calm. You spent long enough hiding your feelings, and you just did not mind anymore, as the pressure on your chest finally obliged you to yield; so, succumbing to your feelings, you snapped, looking back at her with nothing but pure ire. âHoping you would come back to me and, god, at least reject me. But you left. You left me alone, once more. So donât talk to me about broken promises and loyalty - you know nothing about what those words mean. You failed me all those years ago, and I found the strength to forgive you. Turns out I do not have that in me anymore, Maleficent. I do not wish to keep loving someone who feels absolutely nothing for me - who never will. And if giving up the pain makes me selfish, then so be it.â
And once again, she stood silent, lips quivering, eyes cold and detached. Her face was painted with confusion, not knowing what you meant about those years back, yet still feeling guilty and somewhat familiar with the statement. You sighed, not knowing what the point of this was. You turned around to leave, and a loud ânoâ stopped you right in your tracks. Before you knew it, Maleficent had her hands on your waist, turning you around quickly and smashing her lips against yours.
It was absolute heaven. It was sparks, it was a whole symphony, it was too much and too little at the same time, satisfying but addicting, your senses were going into overdrive. Like a cathartic moment.
Her lips were as soft as you had imagined, and the kiss was sweet and salty because of the tears that collected between both of you. Your lungs burned with the need of air, but your body screamed for more.
Opening her eyes widely and stopping her passionate exploring, she stepped back and stared at you like you just burned her. The seconds that passed by made it feel like hell, and you hoped she had not regretted her sudden decision, or realized she didnât feel like that, not really. Instead, the Dark Fae let a half-laugh fall from her recently kissed lips, lifting her right hand to them and laying her fingertips on top, while the tears still fell from inertia. Looking down, her amber eyes moved rapidly from side to side, as if looking for something, as if remembering. An emerald swirl took over her eyes, and it left without trace. Her face was now one of understanding.
You were about to say something, anything, but she beat you to the punch and spoke softly, what you realized was not directed at you, but at herself. âI remember you.â And then, locking her teary gaze with yours, she repeated the sentence louder. âI remember you.â
With that, she pulled you towards her once more, kissing you deeply, and this time it was different. It felt like it was a long awaited event, like she had wanted this for years, and was deprived of it. It felt vital. It was bruising, years of pent-up feelings poured in between two people, on delicate flesh being sucked, on teeth clashing out of pure desperation and need, want. You reacted and tangled your hands in her hair, taking her plump lower lip between your teeth and biting it, earning a hiss from the Fae, who pulled you even closer.
Choking out the words, Maleficent spoke between kisses. âIâm so sorry. Iâm so, so sorry.â You both caved under the pressure of the moment, slowly falling to the ground, landing on your knees, trying to understand what had just happened. âIt was the curse. The curse worked against me as well, making me forget about what love was. I was so caught up in hatred and revenge, I was ensnared by him. Iâm so sorry for not being able to see it sooner.â She spoke against the crown of your head, while you tried to make sense of the information that had been spilled so quickly. âA true loveâs kiss.â She said in disbelief. She had broken Auroraâs curse with her motherly side, but youâd broken hers by making her heart beat once more.
Aurora and Diaval arrived to see you both in a desperate embrace, so close it was like at any second youâd merge together. And somehow, you fit perfectly. They were panting, and stared at each other with nothing else than pure relief at the scene that played in front of their eyes. Finally, Aurora mouthed, wiping the happy tears that fell from her doe eyes, while Diaval laughed nervously and felt like the weight of the world had left his shoulders. Can you imagine what would have happened if you were nowhere to be found?
âIâll never let you go again, my love.â She whispered against the crown of your head while rocking back and forth with you in her arms, her magnificent wings protecting both of you. You felt her warm lips pepper kisses around your face, wet tears that were definitely not yours falling on your skin. âStay with me. Please.â
Her breathing was stuttered, and she held you so close it even hurt. But her strong embrace put the broken pieces back together, and you felt it right then and there, you would be okay. Maybe you had to fall, to break completely, to puzzle yourself back together into what you truly wanted to become. And in that process, let go of past resentment and pain, and start understanding the other parts of the story that you had missed.
Maleficent knew she had a lot of work to do to keep you there, to make up for all those lost years - and lord she was good at it. She melted at the sight of you, but kept it almost fully professional when around others. Aurora would catch her mother staring at you with nothing but love in her eyes and a sweet smile, and she knew Malâs soulmate stood by her. What was once lost had been found and reunited, like ripped pages from a book finally being recovered and placed where they belonged, finishing the story. You stood up slowly, wiping the tears from your face, as the brown haired woman did the same. The weight of pain had left both your shoulders, but you couldnât stop thinking this was only a dream, so, you seeked for her hand, you examined her features exhaustively, you felt the touch of her warm skin against yours - life, once again, had meaning, it had purpose; all you wanted was to love her.
You snaked your arms around her waist and pulled her back to you once more, grinning like an idiot, your hands traveling her curves up, until they reached her face, setting on her jawline gently as your lips connected. The faeâs eyes fluttered shut, and you felt the weight of her body on yours, you felt her melt against your touch. She sighed mid kiss as you caressed her cheeks with your thumbs, before parting ways and noticing she was chasing your lips back, needing them against hers. Your right thumb moved slowly towards her recently kissed lips, colored bright pink and swollen - her lustful eyes that still showed the recent crying, her messy hair and tinted cheeks from the mix of emotions lived in a short span of time, along those lips, bitten nervously by her and then caught between your teeth, formed the most beautiful image youâd ever seen. âIs that a yes?â Maleficent asked breathily, attempting to regain some semblance of control. It was a mix of the two most vulnerable states youâd ever seen her in, and it was all yours.
âWell, truth be told, I just wanted to kiss you again. But, sure, we can consider it a yes.â You joked, shrugging. The Dark Fae slapped your left shoulder and frowned. âYou are absolutely infuriating.â
Rolling your eyes, you dismissed her words. âWeâve established that. Is there something else you want to add to the speech?â You teased, crossing your arms under your chest, quirking an eyebrow up as if waiting for the Fae to take the challenge.
âActually, yes, there is.â She said, matching your facial features, but adding a sly smirk. Your mouth fell agape at her statement.
âI love you.â She said softly, nervous, like a teenager who is telling their crush they like them. You didnât get to say a word before she blurted that phrase out, and you were sure your heart grew two sizes just from hearing her say that.
You noticed how she started playing with the necklace in her hands; being emotional had always been a challenge for her, and she was trying so hard, for you. You noticed how she was still unsure, still waiting for retaliation, still waiting for you to say no.
Your fingers traveled towards hers, stopping the nervous movements and opening her palm slowly, taking the amber necklace from her grasp.
Dangling the jewelry in front of your beloved winged woman, you smiled reassuringly. âWould you help me?â You asked innocently. Confused, she took the golden chain and waited for you to turn around, clasping it safely around the nape of your neck.
You felt the weight of the stone once more, and this time it held a promise. Turning around to face her once again, you grabbed her chin and lifted it slightly. âI love you too. And one day, Iâll get us matching rings to add to the collection.â You blurted out, surprising not only those around you but yourself. âI - well, that -â You rambled, trying to correct what you just said, until you saw the Faeâs eyes twinkle and the big grin that reached her eyes. âI canât wait.â She said, words giddy.
Looking at the blonde girl and raven who stared at you guiltily, like theyâd seen a little bit too much, you giggled and opened your arms. Aurora ran towards the both of you, almost pushing you back from the sheer force of the clash once sheâd reached you. Diaval was not so far behind, looking at his Mistress but biting back any kind of sarcastic remark - heâd had time to do so later. And maybe plan an escape to avoid being transformed into a wolf again.
Once Aurora felt like she could let go, you looked at the starry sky, that twinkled brighter than before. âLetâs go back home, shall we?â You asked, the question directed at the three of them. âRora, would you ride Valkyrie back?â You said while handing the mare to the young girl, who nodded happily and mounted the mare. With a deft motion of her fingers, Maleficent transformed Diaval into his original self, the beautiful Raven that flew above Aurora as she galloped towards their home, followed by Mirette, who neighed happily at the return of Val.
The Fae took your hand in hers and squeezed it lightly, looking at you with nothing else than pure love. âLetâs go home, my love.â She stated lovingly, as you both walked back towards the Moors, hand in hand, not willing to separate once more.
It was funny; no matter how many times youâd attempted to escape this feeling, it was far too strong to fight against it. The currents pushed you back and pulled you back in, now taking you with them to the deepest part of it. Youâd decided to embrace the intensity of it, making it a part of yourself. And once you ceased the relentless fight, it crooned you lovingly.
It hadnât been easy, but the best things in life never are; the days - well, weeks - after the incident, both of you treaded on a crystal floor, afraid to hurt each other. You were attached at the hip; whenever Aurora or Diaval wished to find one of you, they knew youâd be together. Both had decided on giving you space and letting the new relationship walk the course at its own pace. You both acted like idiots around each other, stuttering, blushing at everything, holding hands and averting your gaze, like you would have when younger. It was the adolescent love blooming once more, and maturing into something permanent.
You bickered around as well, but understood where it came from and respected that fear. After all, you had a lot of healing to do - but youâd grow as you go.
And youâd fared more than well; amazingly, youâd say. You spoke a lot about your past together, and Maleficent opened up to those years that seemed blocked by a wall of hazy memories, of a faceless someone, who she now knew was you. You laughed like you used to and slowly fell back into a comfortable routine and rhythm. Although, with her nearby, every day was exhilarating. You helped her with certain tasks along the Moors, comfortably falling into the role of a land-bound protector.
The creatures noticed how she softened near you and melted against your figure, and how the Dark Fae that once scowled at the littlest problem would now laugh most of the day - she had healed her inner young self, and the world had stopped being sepia toned for her. The cracks on both of your hearts had been filled by the loving touches of the other, by the passionate kisses and fond looks you shared; you would make the most of every single minute you had to prove to Maleficent that she owned you, body and soul. And the Fae did the same, in her own way.
One morning, Maleficent had awakened with a colder sensation than what sheâd grown to be used to, missing the heat that you provided. Her eyes opened widely as she felt around to find your hand, hair, anything, but feeling nothing but cold cloth - until the softness of petals reached her fingertips. She turned her head and found a white rose sitting on your side of the bed, recently picked - you had not left, you were around. She sighed the nerves away and heard a familiar caw come from the distance, watching as the raven landed on the tree nearby. She flicked her wrist quickly and Diaval balanced himself to avoid falling off the branch he sat at.
âSheâs waiting for you at the hill.â He simply stated, smiling as if he knew nothing else. The Fae glared at him and sent him away as a crow once more, watching her best friend fly away to the entrance of The Moors.
Stretching her wings and straightening her dress, she wondered what idea had slithered into your brain - and giggling at your antics, she flew off towards the place youâd first found each other - not one, but two times.
The Dark Fae spotted the outline of your frame sitting on the hill, Valkyrie munching on the soft grass nearby. Your back straightened once you felt her approaching, and you couldnât help but wonder how she kept making your heart skip a beat every single time she saw you.
The wind pushed forward as your beloved Fae landed, and you felt the soft crunch of the grass under her feet as she walked towards you.
She sat and looked at you, smiling innocently. âHello.â You turned around and pecked her lips, speaking inches away from them. âMorning, my love.â Maleficent smiled like she were on drugs every time you used that nickname; you had learned to read which ones she liked better, and this one beat all of them. It was slightly possessive yet showing her you were also hers; the perfect mix for your jealous Fae.
âTell me, y/n, what has gotten into your brain that you decided to scare me to death and disappear before I awakened?â She asked, sporting a scolding look on her sharp features. âWell, I just felt like going for a walk.â You shrugged, but the red blush that creeped up your neck told her you were hiding something.
âIs everything alright, darling?â This time, even if she attempted to hide her insecurities, they were still shown with the trembling of her voice. You grabbed her hands and squeezed them lightly, locking your eyes on hers. âNever been better, Mal. I was only out with Aurora; I needed to ask her something urgent.â The Fae sighed relaxedly, only to be a tad bit confused at your reason for leaving, although she sensed no lie this time. âWhat did you need to talk to Aurora about?â She inquired curiously.
âI was asking for her blessing.â You commented casually - although the nerves were eating you alive. You were sure the Fae felt your clammy hands and icy-cold skin. She looked even more confused than before, trying to find something to say, but coming up with nothing. âBlessing for what? The girl is not a nun.â
You facepalmed. Always so literal. âFor thisâ you responded, producing a rustic hammered gold band that resembled a branch, decorated with colourful, small precious stones around it, intricately set in the metal. Maleficent stared at it incredulously, not noticing Diaval and Aurora who silently stared from behind the trees of the forest.
You moved to kneel in front of her, holding the ring out between your index and middle finger, and hoping it wouldnât slip from the nervousness that accumulated. Realizing she was still as confused, her amber eyes looking between the ring and yourself, you cleared your throat and took a deep breath, managing to speak up. âI asked Aurora for her blessing, because I wanted to ask you for your hand in marriage, my love. Which is⊠what I'm trying to do right now. And failing miserably at it.â You said apologetically, avoiding her piercing stare. Valkyrie had her ears perked up and stared at the Fae, chewing her grass as slowly as she could to avoid making any sound. The blonde-curled girl and black haired raven-man approached her slowly, measuring their steps so Maleficent wouldnât notice; but it wouldn't matter if they started yelling or singing in her ear. She was entranced with the developing play in front of her.
It was barely there, barely a whisper that the wind dragged towards you. âYes.â Silence took over once more, filled slightly by the swishing of the leaves and tall grass strands. You felt like fainting once the nervousness left your body, cleaning your hands from the sweat before grabbing her left hand and sliding the ring in her fourth finger - the one that was believed to have a vein that connected it directly to the heart. âI told you I was going to get a matching ring someday, didnât I?â You joked nervously. The Fae laughed, and hugged you tightly, leaning her forehead against yours while her hands clasped around your neck. âI do not know how these human traditions really work; but I canât wait to find out. You are my mate for life, y/n.â She whispered happily, staring back at you.
âYou might want to repeat the âyesâ, though. The visitors behind us didnât really get to hear it properly.â You mustered, holding back a laugh. Maleficent turned around to see her daughter and best friend, almost like a brother now, accompanied by the recently arrived pixies and Balthazar - how sheâd missed the sound of his stomps, no one ever knew. She lifted her left hand proudly, wiggling her fingers, and earning a cheerful reaction from the little crowd that had formed. Turning back to kiss you deeply, she stole some extra kisses for the sake of it, leaving you like a giggling, drunk in love mess.
Aurora and Diaval walked closer and hugged the both of you, already speaking about how the wedding would be - the girl had it all planned, and of course sheâd dragged her uncle into this. Diaval just shrugged and threw out his sarcastic speech. âDonât soften too much now, Mistress. You already look like a melted puddle when you see y/n - and now that sheâll be your wife, Iâm afraid youâll evaporate into thin air.â She narrowed her eyes at him, before elbowing his side softly - she knew he was right.
âDoes that mean I have two mothers now?â The blue eyed girl asked, her grin so big it took up half of her face. You hugged her and thanked her for that final push, before looking back at your Fae, who stared fondly at the exchange.
The four of you walked back towards the Moors, Aurora skipping out and about and telling you how your wedding would play out. She was definitely filled with ideas and with nothing else than happy endings, for she couldn't think about anything else than that for her mothers. Diaval added a couple of ideas here and there, attempting to hide his ridiculous excitement, but being infected by his niece's happiness, and blurting out how he would fix the surroundings; the pixies fluttered happily, throwing their own blessings in, while Balthazar paced next to them, creaking with what could be interpreted as pure agreement.
After all, the ending was how it meant to be; every curse has its lesson.
Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four
A/N - Hello there! This is my first time writing something for a long while, and I hope you enjoy it. I decided to create something because my gay ass hasnât been able to stop thinking about this character, and I loved the movie soooo anyways I tried. Im sorry in advance for any spelling errors English is not my first language. Love y'all -
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It was another day of helping Artie and his crew, make costumes for the fashion show Cruella had set up to best the Baroness Spring Collection Event. You really didnât understand why Artie was so fascinated by the woman, of course, she is deadly gorgeous and breathtakingly beautiful, but she is also, to be precise, an arrogant and obsessed maniac. You like Artie, he is a very dear old friend of yours, to whom you almost consider like family in this crazy lonely world we live in, and of course when he mentioned he needed your help you didnât hesitate to say âyesâ. You werenât exactly sure of what you were agreeing to, and now thinking about it you wouldâve said 'noâ on the spot if you knew what you already knew now.
You worked in Liberty for a few years and that was during the same time when you met Artie. One day, as you were taking a stroll through the busy streets of London, after leaving work, you stopped right in front of his shop and were mesmerized by his window, you went in immediately, and found incredibly pieces that were a âmustâ some years before, all the fabrics that were displayed inside were a share of both good quality and good price. You got to know each other pretty well really fast. You both shared a lot of fashion ideas and would talk for hours about famous stylists, sharing opinions and creative thinking. That was until he invited you to join and be a member of his tailors.
You were mesmerized with the idea and agreed almost instantly, as always not being able to tell him no, but that was one of the best decisions you made in your life, being able to work along with people who werenât with their heads halfway up their own asses all day, of course, it was a change of scenery for you, and it did you good. Artieâs friends and your now coworkers, made you feel at ease, they always encouraged you to have new ideas of pieces and were really caring persons. Even though people always judged them for being different, that was another good thing you noticed about working with Artie and his friends, they were all so free, if thatâs what you can call it, and they didnât care about what other people thought of them and that was, no, IS just amazing.
So now here you were, working with your colleagues on fresh new outfits designed by the icon of the moment Cruella herself. Artie was working with her, at the center table, looking over at some new sketches she had made and deciding which type of fabric to use, on yet another piece you would later have to put together. You and Cruella didnât have the nicest relationship, if you could even call it that, perhaps colleagues? No, definitely not. You were mere acquaintances. Yes, that. You were here to help Artie and Artie alone because he was your friend and if he was helping this woman, God knows why, you would help or at least be helpful in the only way you could, which was sewing.
You had to admit that Cruella was a really talented woman, her sketches and ideas were fabulous, but that is it. Sure she is the icon of the moment and knows damn well how to make an entrance, but she is also a very rude person, she only thinks of herself and youâve seen her being extremely mean at some of your coworkers over messing something up, luckily this hasnât happened to you because you really focused on getting the job well done. And perhaps if it happens in the near future you wonât let it slide. You see, Cruella can be very mean and disrespectful at times but you can be just the same. You are a very calm and quiet person, you like to be on your own, after all, youâve been alone for all of your life, what would make you want to change that now?
Cruella and you didnât start with the right foot if youâre being honest. When you first met her she was showing Artie one of the sketches she had made, and you went over to them so that Artie could introduce you to everyone, you had yet to meet, and get to know the place you were going to be working in. Getting there you had decided to let them both finish their conversation and once they were over you then could talk with Artie. Well, letâs just say that things didnât go according to plan. âWhy is this person listening to our conversation?â Cruella said with the utmost disdain, accentuating the word âpersonâ as an emphasis to make her disgust seem even more clear. âOh..?â Artie looked over his shoulder seeing you for the first time that day, âthis is y/n. She is another one of my workers.â He said giving me a small smile, to which I returned. âHello, nice to meet you.â I said extending my hand to her, thinking that maybe she just didnât like being around people she didnât exactly know yet. But Cruella just stared down at my hand and then upwards at my face, after doing this a couple of times she just turned around and walked away. I dropped my hand and looked over to where Artie stood looking at me, he just shrugged his shoulders as if heâs used to it. I decided to shake it off too because I was only here to help Artie.
Things didnât get well after that first meeting between the two of you. You are already, by now, used to Cruellaâs rudeness, as a result, you arenât affected by it anymore. Since a few days ago when Cruella asked everyone to stand around the main table she normally worked in to explain how things would work and to show the designs and types of fabric we were going to have to use. She then proceeded to show her sketches of the costumes around so that everyone could see, she advanced to ask if there were any questions, and that is where you made your mistake, you decided to give your opinion on a piece which you thought would look better with a tulle fabric in it. Cruella letâs just say, didnât react really well after that, and you still are sorry for the piece of furniture that got damaged at your cost.
Today was no different, Cruella was rude as always, but her anger was not directed to you at least. You were currently working on a coat that one of your coworkers would wear on Cruellaâs fashion show. You had to admit that this piece was stunning and would love to wear it, but you still didnât exactly have anything to wear yet and didnât even know if you were going to be a part of it to be true. Cruella had already made costumes for almost everyone except you, you werenât mad, you were pissed to be precise. Youâve been working your ass off for the last couple of days so that everything could be done in time. You liked challenges, and this one was a run against time, even if it wouldnât benefit you in any way. You were doing her a favor by being here and yet it seems that she forgot about you, you know you two donât get along but for Christâs sake, she could at least have a little bit of conscience and empathy for those who were helping her.
Suddenly, you were drawn from your thoughts by a hand with a sketch being slammed on your table. You immediately looked up and realized it was Cruella, she had, like always, a big smirk on her face as she looked at you. You were so absorbed in your own thoughts that you havenât noticed her finishing her talk with Artie and walk towards where you were working.
âArtie told me his workers never got distracted, I guess that is just not true.â Cruella said with the smirky grin still on her face.
âDid you need something? Or you only came here to annoy me as usual?â You asked, ignoring her statement. You really werenât in the mood to have an argument and it was true, after all, you were distracted. About what? You wouldnât dare tell her.
âYes, sadly.â She said as she picked up the piece of paper she brought with her. âI wanted to give you the sketch I made for the outfit youâre going to wear on the fashion show, darling.â
Ok, yeah, that surprised you. You were mere minutes ago thinking that you werenât even going to be a part of the show and now she is giving you a sketch of your costume. You were utterly shocked. You tried to recompose yourself the best you could.
âMy outfit?â You asked her, still unsure if you heard her correctly. Cruella furrowed her brows in confusion.
âYes, your outfit darling. Who else would it be? If it were someone elseâs outfit why would I even be here?â She said with the utmost confusion and with a hinting of small annoyance in her voice, she did not like it when she had to repeat herself and when people made her lose her, oh, so precious time.
âIf Iâm being honest, I was thinking I wouldnât be getting one.â You decided to proceed and be completely honest, almost completely.
âWhy wouldnât you be getting one, darling? Youâre helping me are you not?â She asked.
âTo be fair Iâm here to help Artie, not you.â I told her the truth, everyone knew that already, it wasnât a secret. Cruella just limited herself to roll her eyes at me. âBut thank you, Iâll get started once Iâm finished here.â You said reaching for the paper in her hand.
She gave me a weird look but decided not to think too much about it. I grabbed the paper expecting her to let go and go on her way, but Cruella had other plans, she pulled on it from the other end and that action made me lean a bit more over my table as a reflex to not rip the paper apart. Cruella proceeded to bend down just a little so that she could whisper something only the both of you would be able to hear. âYou know darling, you could accomplish a lot in life if you werenât such aâŠâ she made a dramatic pause, and oh boy this closeness was making you flush and you bet she knew that. â⊠brat.â Cruella then let go of the paper, turned around, and walked away.
Well, now you werenât sure what to make out of what just happened. If youâre being honest you couldnât even think at the moment. All you knew is that her bittersweet perfume was still lingering in the air and damn you loved it.
A question from a Brazilian to the rest of the world. Do you know Rebeldes? Is only Latin America obsessed with this? Like this marked a generation and continues to this day. It's like Xuxa for Brazil but for Latino teenagers.
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