You’re a human, and to him, humans are the reason his kind nearly went extinct.
He’s cold, blunt, and even a little hostile: “You shouldn’t be here.”
But you don’t back down, and that immediately sets you apart from the other humans.
You and Borra argue. A lot.
He’s driven by anger and survival instincts; you challenge that with empathy and reason.
You call him out when he’s reckless. He calls you naive when you try to see the good in humans.
But beneath all that tension? Respect starts to build.
The turning point comes when you choose to help the Dark Fey, even when it puts you at risk.
Maybe you defend one of them, tend to injuries, or stand your ground against humans.
Borra notices, and it shakes something in him.
After that, his tone changes. Still rough, but no longer hostile.
Once Borra trusts you, he becomes noticeably different only with you.
His voice lowers and loses some of its bite.
He starts lingering near you, never saying why, just staying close.
Others notice it before you do.
Once your relationship turns romantic, Borra becomes deeply protective; not possessive but intensely aware of your safety.
He positions himself between you and danger without thinking.
His wings will subtly shield you during tense moments, almost like a reflex.
If someone threatens you, his entire demeanor shifts; cold, sharp, dangerous.
Borra still struggles with his old mindset. War feels safer than trust.
You become his grounding force, reminding him that not all humans are enemies.
He doesn’t change overnight, but for you, he tries. And that effort means everything.
Borra isn’t overly talkative, especially about feelings. But when he does speak, it’s honest and direct.
His version of affection sounds like: “Stay close.” “I don’t want you hurt.” It’s not poetic, but it’s real.
At first, he’s hesitant, unsure how to be gentle.
But once he gets comfortable, his affection is grounding and protective; a hand at your back guiding you; wings curling slightly around you; standing close enough that you can feel his presence.
When he holds you, it’s firm, like he’s making sure you’re still there.
In private, Borra lets his guard down in ways no one else sees.
He’ll talk about the fear of losing his people, of being forced into hiding again.
He admits, quietly, that trusting you was a risk. And that you were worth it.
If he ever takes you flying, it’s a huge moment of trust.
He holds you securely, wings strong and steady as you rise above the Moors.
It’s one of the only times he looks completely at peace.
You can feel his heartbeat, and for once, it’s calm.
But they also see how you’ve changed him; how he’s calmer, more thoughtful. And they respect you for it.
The other Dark Fey are surprised. The same Borra who pushed for war is now softening for a human?
I had someone coment on an old masterlist requesting I make part two to a 3 year old fic. They said please too...
My friend, it's been three years, I do not remember it's initial plot. But you also said please, you you sound like you've been waiting patiently for awhile. I will see what I can do.
Please just hear me out about borra x maleficent😭😭😭 I swear there's barely any fics in Ao3 and I don't know how to use fanficnet or whatever its name is.
But like whenever their on screen together my mind just instantly wants them to be together.
Summary: Reader falls asleep while Borra kisses her neck
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The day was bright and sunny, perfect weather for the first time in almost a month, and I planned to take advantage of it. Borra and I were on the shore of the beach surrounding the fey’s home. We had been swimming for over an hour when I decided it was time to get out and lay under the sun. As I walked out of the water, I heard his footsteps splashing behind me. I turned to look and saw him charging at me with a grin on his face. I shrieked with laughter and ran in the opposite direction of him. I heard his laughter grow closer and squealed in playful fright as I dodged to the right as he reached for me. My tactic failed and before I knew it, he had his arms wrapped around me, tackling me gently into the sand.
He turned our bodies so he could take the brunt of the fall and landed on his back with me on top, my back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around my torso and holding my forearms crossed over my chest. Strands of my hair are strewn across my face as my cackle turns into panting giggles.
He quietly chuckles in my ear as he sits up and crosses his legs with me sitting in his lap. He looks at me, eyes shining with happiness. I gently grasp one of his horns to pull his lips to mine in a sweet caress. I pulled away and pecked him twice more before leaning back into him, head lolled back on his shoulder.
I closed my eyes when the sun’s warmth hit me, immediately making my body tired. Borra watched and when he saw that my neck was exposed, he couldn’t help himself. He dragged his nose over my throat first, and I grinned at the tickle it left behind. Then, starting at the base of my neck and making his way up, he started to leave a trail of delicate chaste kisses.
I hummed in appreciation of his affections, snuggling even closer. His body heat didn’t help my case of tiredness. A yawn slipped passed my lips before I could stop it and I felt Borra smile.
“Are you sleepy?” he quietly asked in amusement.
“Mhm. It’s your fault.” I replied.
“Oh? How’s that?” his warm breath fanned across my collarbone.
“You’re warm, and your neck kisses always make me tired. Make me feel safe.” I looked up as I spoke and saw the softest look on his face.
His only answer was to squeeze me in a tender hug and plant a kiss on my cheek. After a minute of the best hug I had ever received, he went back to my neck, the kisses somehow lighter than before. My body went a little more limp with each press of his lips, my heart slowing down, and my breath evening out as I finally drifted off to sleep. Borra noticed the change and slowly stopped where he was at.
so you like hide and seek, can i interest you in (wo)man-hunt
prompt: none, just trying to start w a creepy/scary note and end with a happy one
pairing: borra x reader
warnings: none, its just hide and hunt
word count: 1254
a/n: i watched maleficent: mistress of evil and i lovedd it! the dark fae are all so beautiful ! i need more of them!
The Moor was bathed in orange, green and shadow. It’s residents were readying for sleep, everything was slowing down… except for the human visitor rushing through. She was racing through the flora, clutching her skirt, jumping over tree roots, looking over her shoulder, scanning the skies, she ran with no destination in mind, just trying to get away.
They could be anywhere, hidden by the trees. Skidding along a small bank in the heart of the forest, she found trees whose leaves created swaying curtains, brushing the floor with their length. She searched among them, finding an elm whose trunk had an opening large enough for a person to squeeze themselves into. Taking a moment she calmed her breathing, peered out into the woods, looking for any sign that she was found and then tucked herself into the opening.
The dark hollow of weeping elm, hidden from the world, seemed to engulf her, she cautiously tried to find a position that kept her concealed and comfortable, there was no knowing how long she would remain, how long she would have to be hidden. Flinching at any sound, she could only hope that they wouldn’t think to look here, in the belly of a tree. None of them could fit and she prayed that they would forget that her human, wingless body allowed her to hide in smaller, tighter places then them.
The sky had turned from orange to purple, and in the depth of her hole she knew that with the night would come the cold and her safety. She just had to remain hidden a while longer before she would be out of harm’s way. She could practically smell her freedom, or was that the damp of her skirt.. No matter, the tree hid her, the small stream covered the sounds of her breathing and the forest was occupied by the wake of its night creatures.
Her semblance of safety shattered as she heard the crunch of landing feet, they were just a few paces from her. “This is dumb,” a childish voice groaned, “she couldn’t have gone this far!” the immature hunter stomped to emphasize their point. Some others -she wasn’t sure how many had unknowing cornered her- chirped in agreement, they began giving their own ideas for where she was.
“She must have scurried to the waterfal-”
“No! The waterfall is even harder to get to-”
“The caves are wayyy easier to hide in!”
Raising her eyebrows at the squabbing team, her fear of being uncovered morphed into confidence.Yes, fight amongst yourselves, allow her to remain hidden and safe, all she needed to do was keep quiet until they split up to search any of those locations, then she could escape! The waterfall and caves were both far from her, she could find a safer spot, somewhere far from where they would go, she thought victoriously!
A gruff chuckle had her heart fly to her throat, all hope lost as she heard the precise flapping of an adult fae, “you think she could make her way that far!” he remarked,dirt and leaves flying as he descended. “I had hoped you were paying attention during training, but it seems you are more fledgling-like in remembering the lessons taught to you, Maivi.”
“I- I’m not!” Maivi, the fae who had first complained, bristled at the comment. “We did everything you said! I followed the track she made, Hovif and Flutri flew above the treeline, and Jarvi even tried to scent her!” she exclaimed, shoulders squared as she spoke to her commander “but it just didn’t work!” her wings fluttered as she flung her arms wide, emphasizing the lack of their human prey.
The silence that followed the juvenile fae’s outburst had their quarry shifting herself closer to the opening of her hide-e-hole.
The fae commander spoke lowley, “Are you sure..” was all she could make out. “Did you search where your training led you?” he probed at his students, an air of tolerance one could only have when teaching those younger how to hunt.
Her heart was beating so hard and fast, she felt sure that he could hear it. She was about to be found and there was nothing she could do about it, there was no means of escape all they had to do was walk a few toward her willow and spot her hiding in a tree trunk! She had boxed herself in, if she ran they would catch her before she took her fourth step. And with the night went her ability to see, but she knew that fae can see in the dark!
She heard the shuffling of wings and feet, the wait for them to discover her was nail biting, when she heard that deep voice question again, “and you looked carefully, among the tree branches and in the water?”
She heard the juveniles hum in the affirmative. Lying, they were lying to save face with their commander! Saved! She was safe!
They muttered amongst themselves before coming to a decision, Maivi (the juveniles decided she would be their speaker) faced their instructor, unhappily admitting “we have lost our prey,” the wings of the young fae drooping as she announced “and so our hunt is null.”
At his students’ admission of defeat, their instructor sighed, “you hunt is null then.” She heard the fluttering of wings, the fae were going to return to their own nest. The warmth she felt was all encompassing.
A cooling wind brushing against her face was the only warning she had, a scream left her lips without her realizing, when glowing eyes of amber appeared before her, strong arms pulled her from her hollow before she could comprehend her capture.
“You need to trust your training” her captor proclaimed to his defeated students, groans leaving them, “ you have to search everywhere!” he stated, making it known to them that they had been caught in their lie. “And you,” he smirked, looking down at the pouting woman, “you know, you need to be sneaker than that to hide from me.”
“You can put me down now Borra” the woman huffed, failing to hide her smile, all she got in return for that remark was to be held tighter by her warrior fae. “You all did wonderful!” she complimented the flock of young fae, “just another moment and I’m sure you would have got me!” trying to look as scared and encouraging as one, in such a situation, being held bridal style definitely did not help her convey her assurances she was sure.
“You need to train smarter if you wish to become protectors of our land-” Borra’s lecture began.
“But in the meantime,” interrupted by the human in his arms, saving his students from a long tongue lashing, “we should get back, I’m hungry and I am beginning to feel a little cold” she shivered looking up at Borra, hoping he would not allow her this excuse to keep him from choosing to have the young fae hunt for her in the night.
“…yes, we should return,” Borra shifted, making sure his beloved was secure in his arms.”we will have training tomorrow” walking to an open area, his love wrapped her arms around his neck, readying herself for flight. “We start before noon,” he informed his student, stretching out his wings. He placed a quick kiss to her forehead “are you ready to fly” he asked, grinning before an answer was given, he was shooting up into the night sky.
