The Magic & The Wings. Diaval x Reader

Part 1

As far as magic went in the enchanted forest, you thought you were the best. To be fair, almost all of the creatures had powers but non were quite as good as yours.

The only problem was your flight. You were born without wings, that meant you were the outsider of the fairies. Of course you didn't see the problem. Why fly when you can teleport? This was the type of attitude you had to the teasing you endured as a child, whatever they could do, you could do better.

As you grew older the teasing faded. As did your tolerance of fairies as well as all the other creatures. You found a nice quiet spot away from everyone. Deep in the moors hidden behind the intertwined wooden branches of the trees. At night the crystal filled lake shone bright reflecting the light from the moon and fireflies that danced above it. You watched from inside the small wooden cottage you had constructed with a flick of the fingers. The wooden branches contorted crawling towards the sky arching to form a roof topped of with electric green moss and flowers. As your eyes bounced from star to star you felt, for the first time in your life, that you belonged. To amuse yourself you would feed and play with the small animals that managed to find their way into your cottage. You enjoyed watching the small woodland creatures paddling in the lake, treading the currents. The crystal from the lake, you found, made lovely wind chimes so you spent a few hours everyday for a week making them and hanging them around the moors in which you lived. At nights you would listen to their quiet songs while reading one of your favorite books.

Dressing in black was what you were known for. While others chose yellows and pinks you preferred dark colours that gave you a mysterious aroma. You smelt of books and bluebells. Your electric blue highlights and dark eye make up complemented by your pale complexion.

You adjusted to your life quickly and enjoyed the freedom that it offered.

You woke to the sound of screaming. The sun that seeped through your window blinded your eyes as they flew open. The noise echos around the bedroom causing you to fall off the bed.

"What the?" You shout scrambling from the floor.

You pull on your black wrap around and tread through the long grass towards the screams. You reach your destination quickly and find a woman doubled over in pain. You flicked your fingers and disappeared, reappearing on the log beside her. You clear your throat and her head snaps up to look at you.

"Maleficent?"

"(f/n) ?"

"What happened to you? Your wings, they're gone."

"They were stolen from me."

You recognized her by her cheek bones and lips as crimson as blood. The once strong warrior now a shaking mess. You flick your fingers and beams of light swirl like mist around the burned remains of Maleficent's wings.

"That should sooth it a little."

"Thank you."

You offer your hand and she takes it, pulling herself to her feet. She wobbles a little so you allow your magic to make a staff out of a snapped branch. Holding it out to her, she accepts, balancing all her weigh on it.

You make it back to the cottage and tell her to sleep.

Maleficent had been asleep for hours. You sat on the ledge of the open window breathing in the cool air; looking at the setting sun in the distance as all the fireflies began to swarm. Just as the last remaining burned orange was over taken by the dark sky Maleficent woke up. She sat in the chair next to the dining table joining you at admiring the beautiful sight before you.

You lit a lantern by the window and set it down, letting it illuminate the room.

The flapping of wings made you turn to look at the window. A raven had landed on the ledge, its head tilted with expectant eyes.

"Hello, you."  You spoke in gentle voice. You turned back to Maleficent with a smile. "You feed a bird once and it comes back a thousand times." Maleficent chuckled and you grabbed a pot filled with wild berries. You smiled as you turned back around to find the bird still perched in its previous position.

"There you go, pretty bird." You whisper with a chuckle. The Raven wastes no time, sticking its beak into the pot, devouring the berries. It looks at you before spreading its wings and flying off into the darkness.

"He comes to you often?" Maleficent asks

"Almost every night."

"I see."