Udo (Maleficent: Mistress of Evil) x Human Reader | Headcanons
When you first meet Udo, there’s no hostility, only quiet curiosity.
Unlike many Dark Fey, he doesn’t immediately distrust you for being human.
He studies you calmly, almost like he’s trying to understand your intentions through your presence alone.
His first words to you are soft, measured: “You don’t carry fear the way others do.”
Being around Udo feels peaceful.
His energy is steady and grounding, like standing in fresh snow where everything is quiet and still.
You quickly realize that he’s someone others naturally trust, especially children.
And without realizing it, you begin to trust him too.
One of the first things that makes you fall for him is seeing him teach Dark Fey children how to fly.
He’s endlessly patient, guiding them gently and encouraging them.
When he notices you watching, he gives you a small, knowing smile.
Eventually, he invites you to help, and that’s how you become part of his world.
Udo’s love builds slowly, but it’s deep and unwavering.
He doesn’t rush feelings, he lets them grow naturally between shared moments.
His affection shows through lingering glances, soft-spoken conversations and quietly choosing to stand beside you.
Udo is protective, but not in an aggressive way like Borra.
His protection is calm and intentional: guiding you out of danger, shielding you with his wings if needed and placing himself between you and harm without panic.
Even in danger, his voice remains steady: “Stay close. You’re safe.”
Udo is incredibly in tune with emotions, both his own and yours.
If you’re upset, he notices immediately, even if you say nothing.
He doesn’t push you to talk, he simply stays with you until you’re ready.
Sometimes, that quiet presence is exactly what you need.
His touches are always gentle.
He'll brush your hand lightly, rest his forehead against yours, and wrap his wings around you like a soft shield.
His body runs slightly cool (he's a Tundra Fey, after all), but it becomes comforting rather than cold.
As a human in the Moors, you represent something important: unity.
Udo deeply values that. You’re proof that peace between humans and Fey is possible.
He often walks with you through both worlds, quietly observing how they’re changing.
You and Udo connect most through your shared compassion.
You both prioritize protecting others, especially the innocent.
He admires your kindness toward the Fey, and you admire his kindness toward everyone, even humans who once hunted his kind.
When Udo finally admits his feelings, it’s simple and heartfelt: “You bring warmth to places I thought would always remain cold.”
No grand gestures, just honesty.
After the union of Ulstead and the Moors, you and Udo help build a new, peaceful future.
You often assist him with the children, teaching, guiding, and caring for them together.
The younger Fey adore you both and see you as a pair long before you officially are one.
My name is Jane. I am the leader of the Forest fae and one myself. My eyes wander upon the children who are playing, waiting for my husband to come back from the Meeting. Ivory, one of the youngest tundra faes, is in my arms and plays with my dark brown hair which match my Wings. Elenore, a forest fae girl who has jet to learn to fly, tugs on my coat. I get down to look at her. She smiles up at me and holds up a flower, which she procedes to stick in my hair next to my horns. I smile at her and cares the back of her head, in which flowers appear and waver in her hair. She runs back to the other children and keeps playing with them. I stand up and see my husband Udo, a Tundra fae, flying towards me. As he lands next to me and gives me a kiss on my forehead, close to my horns. The children run to him eager to learn to fly.
J: How was the meeting ?
U: Borra thinks that the Humans want to go to war with us again.
J: Beacuse of the other fae ?
U: She was shot with a Iron bullet.
I nod.
J: What did Connal say.
U: What do you think he said.
J: No what else, he always wanted Peace just like us.
We start to train the children to Fly. Dalia a Jungel fae is next. She lets herself fall and Fly. I see Connal and Maleficent.
J: Does she have them, the power ?
U: Yes, she threw Borra at a wall with her powers.
I laugh slightly. At night we all sit together and Celebrate. Ivory still playing with my Hair almost falling asleep. Her Mother comes and grabs her to go to sleep. One of the Forrest Faes, Kamia, goes to Maleficent and hands her a Branc which she takes with a smile, but then she gets up and leaves. Borra and Connal go after her. As it gets late and the children are all asleep, me and my Husband fly to our nest in the forrest. I lay next to him my head on his shoulder as he wraps his wings around us and lays one hand on my Stomach.
J: I can't wait till they are here.
U: Me neither my love.
I give him a kiss. The next day I stand next to my husband. Him as the leader of the Tundra Faes, me as the leader of the Forrest Faes. I am not a person for War, but the Humans are at fault that my Brother Connal, not by blood but by Choice, is dieing and I want revenge.
B: Connal wanted peace and they filled him with iron, now we will have a war our fight beings now !
We all agree with him.
S: We will fight together !
I look at Shrike.
I: We will die Together !
I look to Ini.
J: And we will show no Mercy !
Our faces painted with war paint, we fly towards the Human city. I give my husband one last look bevor flying next to him as we see the castle. When suddenly bombs of Red powder explode on a few of our kin and they wanish into thin air. Screaming we retreat. We stay low so they can't see us and start atacking them over the wall, when even more power begins to explode. I'm flying next to my husband, but in the next moment I can't see him and grow worried, franicly looking around for him. While fightig the guards my vison blury through tears. I get impaled with a bullet, right in my arm. I crash into the ground. Guards start suronding me when I see her Maleficent. I fight of the guards and Rise back to the sky and I see Thalia and a bullet flying towards her ad Quickly as I can and push her aside. As I see Maleficent being Reborn as the Phoenix, the guards flee but we stand our ground and watch her save Aurora her Daughter. Me and my kin get down on our Knees and bow to her. Just as she transforms back we rise again. As she breaks her Curse. I franicly look around for My husband with tears streaming down my Cheeks. When I finally see him I run to him and we both Crash to the ground. I hear some others chuckling at us, but I don't care and neither does he.
J: I thought I lost you.
U: I'm here.
I rest my forehead against his.
U: Are you Ok.
I nod and he gives me a kiss. We all gather for the wedding and the elder come to us with the Children, Ivory direcktly ataccing to my side after hugging both her parents. After the Wedding all Faes settle in the Moors and with Maleficents powers we make environments for all Faes. 6 months later Udo and me welcome our daughter Elaria into this world, she has Udos piercing ice blue eyes and her wings are a Mix of my Dark brown and his White feathers her hair is just as dark as mine with a few white strands. We lay in our Nest Elaria on my Chest silently sleeping away, Udos wings wraped around us.
U: She is perfect.
I nod and give him a kiss.
J: Just like you.
He smiles at me and caresses Elarias cheek. 4 Years after we all settelt in Elaria learns to fly. Udo with her and other children are on the cliff, me watching from afar with our 1 year old son Ethri, who has Grey blue eyes, komplete white Wings and Dark brown hair, on my Hip. She jumps down and fly's to us. Ethri claps while looking at his older sister, she squishes his face and gives him a kiss, to which he sqeels. I give her a kiss on her head and she fly's back to her dad. I fly to the lake at the Moors next to Borra.
B: How did she do ?
J: Great. Better than you.
I look at him form the side.
B: Ha Ha.
J: What, she didn't fall into the lake at the cliff four times.
B: You also fell.
J: One time, because Connal pushed me.
Ethri steches his arms to Borra, who gently takes him and Ethri plays with his dreads.
B: His horns are growing.
J: I know it kept us up half the night.
He laughs. Ethri flutters with his wings and whines.
J: Someone is Tired.
Ethri lays his head on Borras shoulder.
B: Uh Jane ?
J: Yes ?
B: Could you Um...
J: Nope.
He looks at me.
B: Why ?
J: He will wake up if I do it and he bearly slept this night.
We sit down by the Lake and talk until I get tackelt from behind and arms sling around my middle.
E: Mommy I'm Tired.
She clibs in my lap and lays her head on my shoulder.
J: Where is your Papa ?
U: Here.
He sits next to me. Borra slowly hands Ethri to Udo and flys off. Ethri fusses a little but then nusels into Udos neck. Elaria falls asleep in my arms.
J: We should head to our nest.
We fly to our nest and with one last look at our family we fall asleep with our kids in our arms.
I'd really like an Udo x reader, please! He deserves more love!
Udo x human!Reader with a heavy dose of pining and the promise that Udo and Guin are getting a full-fledged fic.
Your mother was going to have to help you straighten your hair again soon.
Technically, she didn’t have to. You were a grown woman; you could do it by yourself, though it would be far easier to ensure every last strand was as smooth as it ought to be when you had help. Your mother’s help. No one else had ever touched your hair, and rightfully so, in your opinion (until earlier that day). Until Udo reached out, as though instinctively, and brushed back your hair from the shell of your ear. The temperance of his skin was not what jolted you into alertness – though you had not corrected him when he believed it to be – but the gentility of his touch.
It put all manner of thoughts in your head that had no business being there.
You allowed your brush to pause mid-stroke. It was perfectly natural to be lonely. Richard had been gone for nearly a year; the love of your family was unconditional, infallible, and always present to ward off the worst of your yearnings, but it was not the same as having your hand held by someone who loved you. Watching a gaggle of children run throw a meadow of wildflowers, your son among them, and feel at home beside the person at your side. You had only known Udo for a short time, but his daughter was your son’s best friend; you knew him to be a good father, a responsible and devoted caregiver, willing and able to care for children who were not his own.
You just couldn’t decide if you wanted him to love you.
Or, worse still, if you could even acknowledge your feelings in return.
You did not hear the breath of your bedroom door opening, nor the brush of Udo’s wings against the frame as he leaned in to tell you, “The children are asleep.”
You startled. Dropping your brush, you made sure your dressing gown was closed over your nightdress – it was one thing to sit around thinking about him, another entirely to sit in your bedroom, practically bare, when he was a guest in your home.
“I am so sorry,” you began, standing from the bench you’d set before your dressing-table.
The corners of his lips quirked, but did not fully upturn. “You did not hear me?”
“No.” And you should not have gone about dressing for bed until he’d left. What kind of a fool were you? “I should’ve. I don’t know why I’d forgotten you were here—”
“Guinevere,” he cut you off gently, “you are allowed to be comfortable in your own home.”
No, you admitted by way of breathing out rather harshly, you were not. There were standards – rules of propriety, let alone laws of etiquette that you’d miraculously failed to adhere to. A small handful of months under new reign, peace and prosperity and political alliances with entirely new races of fey and you’d forgotten a lifetime of court lessons (many of which had been engrained in shame under Queen Ingrith’s perpetual disapproval). You were not allowed to undress while a male acquaintance resided in your home unless you were chaperoned, which you were most certainly not. Never mind entertain thoughts of courtship with said male acquaintance. Not in the position you were in.
“Aspen and Rojan decided to stay in Arthur’s room. Violet, Dawn and Aya will sleep in your mother’s.” It was only fair, as six children could hardly be asked to share one bed.
You nodded, though the result of that conclusion did not strike you fully until Udo opened the door a bit more as if to enter.
The children occupied every other bed in your home. Which left him with nowhere else to sleep but in your room, with you.
There were alternatives, of course. You could politely relinquish your bed and go sleep with the girls, if there was room. He was your guest; courtesy dictated that you would sleep on the floor if that was what you must do in order to make your guests comfortable, regardless of whether or not said guest understood or acknowledged the social rules that had been engrained into you since childhood.
“Is the front door bolted?” you asked, though the smallness of your voice betrayed you. A moment’s extra time would not buy you much in the way of thought, but—
“It is,” he replied.
Damn. Maybe he knew more than you gave him credit for.
Maybe you shouldn’t have had that thought, lest you start entertaining the idea that the children were filling up every bed in the house and Udo knew what sharing a bed with you would mean to an observant, human outsider. Like your mother, if she returned from the palace earlier tomorrow than she said she would.
“The candles are extinguished,” he left the door open, though, which you could not bring yourself to protest. If the children needed you, it was the easiest way for them to reach you, but it also afforded some sense of lacking privacy – some persistent reminder that you were not hiding away in a love-nest somewhere, and you could be walked in upon at any time, so there was no reason to entertain the idea of being held by him while you slept. Caressing the length of one of his long feathers to see if they were really as soft as they looked. No, you absolutely could not do that.
“Except yours.”
The blue of his eyes was as clear and bright as the winter’s midday sky. . It was not the first time they’d caused you to lose your train of thought (nor the softness in his angular features or the grace in his approach). He joined you, only a pace away from the wool blankets that still lingered atop your bed for those cold, late-spring nights.
What would it feel like to be pressed against him under them?
“My what?”
His bright eyes glimmered. Surely, your voice must’ve betrayed you.
Your face warmed. You had to resist the impulse to pull your sleeves lower so you could fuss with the loose thread on your inner sleeve – it was not ladylike to pull at your clothing, or divert your gaze when someone spoke to you.
“Your candle.” His wing extended as though he gestured with the patterned end of his long feathers.
Yes. That would make sense. If he had truly put everyone to bed and extinguished the other candles – even checked the door to ensure your safety – your candle would be the last one to remain lit, would it not?
“Oh.” Very eloquent. You could almost feel the sting of a silver teaspoon across your knuckles.
“Are you ready to sleep?” He lowered his head ever so slightly toward you. Though some part of you knew that he would be searching your eyes for a response (or, perhaps because of it), yours lifted to the points of his horns, as though expecting them to lower near enough to touch the top of your own head. Never mind that they were another head above the advantage in height he already had.
“I suppose.” You tore your eyes away. Fetched your brush off the dressing table and placed it, bristles-down, in one of the topmost drawers of your chest-of-drawers. Tomorrow’s gown awaited you on the back of your dressing screen, and though it did not necessarily please you to imagine waking early to ensure you had time enough to dress before he joined you, you supposed it was only one morning. Perhaps, after sleeping, tomorrow would not be as awkward as it seemed tonight.
Udo gestured for you to take to your bed. He must’ve wanted you to do as you always did, though he must’ve known you deliberately would not; the opposite side of the bed was your usual sleeping-area, and you made sure to remain as near to the edge as comfortably possible lest he not have enough room for himself and his wings. (Surely, he wouldn’t, but you could no more control that than you could control the lack of adequate sleeping space for two adults and six children in a house meant for three.)
He extinguished the candle with a soft breath.
Yet, even in the darkness of a house at night, you saw the whiteness of his robes. The brightness of his hair. You watched him unwind his topmost layer from around his wings, and relieve himself of it in a folded square like the cloak of a formal coat. It was placed gingerly upon your dressing-table, as though he was uncertain as to whether or not it would be allowed there.
You had the nagging feeling he knew you could still see him.
His underclothes fit to his body more closely than you imagined they might.
You had no business thinking about his underclothes. Even if they were not underclothes in the sense you knew underclothes to be. Clothes under a coat. That kind of underclothes, not….Lord in Heaven, do not lie there wondering if he wears underclothes beneath what he already has on.
He drew his wings close to him before he lay down. He did not draw back the wool blanket that you had crawled beneath, and you did not realize he might see the flicker of unwarranted hurt that crossed your face.
“Would you like a blanket of your own?” you murmured.
“No.” He settled atop his wings, flexing them only a bit, and interlaced his hands carefully atop his stomach. “Thank you. This is a much warmer climate than my own.”
Oh. Of course.
Everything was perfectly reasonable, in the end. You shared a bed because there was no other reasonable alternative. Your children were friends, nothing more, and you often participated in such awkward exchanges because you were still culturally uncertain with one another, nothing more.
You had to force yourself to turn away. “Goodnight, Udo.”
You could only hide so much from someone who lay beside you. Udo watched the tension in your shoulders ease. Listened to your breath begin to deepen. Nervous as you were, the weight of his body beside yours did not disrupt your peace. In fact, he waited until he believed you were past the cusp of sleep to murmur, as if he believed you would not hear, “Goodnight, Guinevere.”
