Cursed by actions that weren't your own

"It's not kind to steal, but we don't harm people for it. Come out. Come out this instant!" He made sure to raise his voice a tad bit higher on the last command and while he pretended like it was full of confidence it was more so a squeak than anything else. Regardless it seemed to have worked because out from between the coverage of trees emerged a boy that looked to be around Wilbur's age. He had dirty blonde hair and soft green eyes, he was dressed in nothing more than rags and he appeared to be very dirty. Mud staining his 'clothes' as well as all other parts of his body that weren't covered. He looked skinny and small, his cheekbones high and his eyes sunken in.
Wilbur only asked one question to confirm his theory, "Are you fully grown?," which was met with a reluctant, "no," from the other.
The fairy placed his hands on the wooden spears of the guards and lightly pressed them downwards, "I believe he's just a boy."
"And you are just a boy too...I think."
"Who are you?"
"You can call me Dream. Who are you?"
"You may call me Wilbur."
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A Maleficent AU but with platonic relationships and a lot of Crimeboys!