#maleficent!au

Basically just Malleus rewritten as Maleficent? idk I got bored, it's only a small part of the actual story 💀 oh, and "MC" is basically just "y/n" and was mentioned once as female, so uhh sorry to any guys?? idk, I did my best to leave it as ambiguous as possible

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Aye, our two kingdoms are the worst of neighbors. At this point, the discord between us and them is so vast that only a truly great hero or a terrible villain would have even the slightest chance of bringing us together.

The words of your grandfather’s story echoed through your mind as you darted cautiously through the trees, stopping every now and then to make sure the coast was clear. The human kingdom and The Moors had been at odds for many years, and the adults in the village often told cautionary tales about venturing too close to its great woods. Children go missing…monsters lurk in the shadows…they’ll drag you in and feast upon your bones! Mostly a load of drivel, you thought. Of course, one shouldn’t go into The Moors given the current tensions running between the two kingdoms, but…it’s for her, you reminded yourself, pressing onwards. 

It wasn’t long until you came upon the area you were searching for: a pool of clear water surrounded by towering crystals that glistened in the early morning light. It was a fairly secluded area, surrounded by trees and a vine-covered cave on the opposite shore. The pool itself had many smaller crystals at the bottom of its shallow waters, and walking up to the edge of it, you plucked one of them from its shore. Got it. You weren’t planning on keeping it, more like…borrowing. That was all. Holding it up, you admired the way it caught the light and cast mini rainbows all around. While you were admiring the small rock, a sharp snap echoed off to the side and you spun around to face whatever had made the noise. 

Two of the towering guardsmen were making their way towards you, spears clutched in their hands. You’d heard stories about them, about their ruthlessness in battles. They looked  like living trees, and they could withstand much more than the average human soldier. Flinching in surprise, you quickly skipped across the rocks littered within the pool to the cave you saw earlier. Pushing your way through the thick vines foliage, you pressed yourself into a small nook in the rock. It was cold and damp, but no way did you want to be caught by those things. Who knows what they would do to you? Would they run you through with their spears for trespassing? Would they drag you off somewhere else and feed you to some unknown forest beast? I sure hope not, you thought, trying to calm your racing heart. They couldn’t reach you in here at least, so you had time to think up a plan to get out. You could hear the splashing of the water as they waded towards the cave.

Okay, okay, what to do? Running isn’t an option and this cave doesn’t lead anywhere…maybe you could try leaving when they’re not looking and climb up the side of the cliff? It wasn’t that high, you reasoned. Climbing it wouldn’t be an issue, doing so without being seen was the difficult part.

I just need to wait—your thought was interrupted by the sound of heavy flapping and then the strange sound of the guards speaking to someone. Their language was unintelligible to human ears, sounding more animalistic than anything. You stood there, frozen to the spot, listening intently. Are they talking about how they’re going to cook me—another voice rang out. This one speaking in a tongue you could understand. 

“I’m not afraid.” Was that another person? A boy, by the sound of it. Maybe he could help you get out? “Besides, I’ve never seen a human up close.” …Nevermind. Clearly, not a human, based on his words. You sighed. Were you simply doomed to be stuck here forever?

“Come out!” This time it was directed at you. You jumped slightly at being addressed directly, even if you couldn’t see them. 

You debated what to do for a few moments before calling back, “...No. They’re going to kill me.”

A quiet chuckle echoed through the air at your response. “It’s not right to steal, but we don’t kill people for it.” There was a pause, neither of you saying anything. “Come out, I promise you will not be killed by them for such a petty crime.”

You contemplated your choices. Go out, or stay stuck in here for Gods knows how long? You sighed again. Well, here goes nothing… Bracing yourself for the worst, you got up, dusting yourself off as you took a few tentative steps towards the cave mouth. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you pushed through the green vines back out into the sunlight.

“Are you fully grown?” The voice did indeed belong to a boy, but he was far from human. A pair of feathery black wings sprouted from his back, and two horns sprouted from his head, curving upwards. Not to mention his ears, they were sharp and pointed instead of rounded like a normal human’s.

“No,” you responded, eyeing the boy in front of you. He was beautiful, and the way his emerald eyes caught the light was mesmerizing. He didn’t really look any older than you. If you had to hazard a guess, you’d say you were the same age.

He turned to speak to one of the guards. “I believe she’s just a girl.” 

You raised a brow at that. “And you’re just a boy…I think.” 

The boy looked back at you, taking you in with his gaze. “Who are you?”

You hesitated for a moment. Your grandfather had told you stories about foolish travelers who’d given their names to faeries, and ended up under their control. That being said, your grandfather had also acknowledged that a lot of traditions regarding faeries became warped by old wives’ tales. Deciding to just go with it, you told the boy your name. “I’m called MC, what’s yours?”

“My name is Malleus,” he answered. He looked like he was going to say something else before being interrupted by one of the guardsmen again. It spoke and pointed at you, seemingly accusing you of something. “Right, of course.” Malleus turned back to you and spoke again. “You have to give it back.”

“Give what back?” You were playing dumb, though it wasn’t fooling any of them. Malleus simply gave you a look and stretched out his hand. Realizing you’d been caught, you sighed in defeat and stepped forward, placing the small crystal in his hand. Your fingers brushed against his skin briefly and you shivered, taking a step back after handing it over. You watched forlornly as he cast it back into the pool, where it belonged.

***

“If I knew you were going to throw it away, I would’ve kept it,” you said sulkily, ambling along the dirt path. The two of you were walking back to the edge of The Moors through the thick forest. It was a lovely place, if you were being honest. The sound of the wind rustling through the treetops and the occasional birdcalls were quite soothing.

“I didn’t throw it away, I delivered it home,” Malleus replied, a slight hint of amusement in his tone.

“Same thing. I was gonna bring it back anyways…” you muttered under your breath, stepping over a small patch of clovers so as not to crush them.

The boy took note of your action, his large wings grazing the ground as he continued to walk alongside you. “Forgive me for not believing you, most thieves wouldn’t return what it is they have stolen.” He watched you with intrigue, curiosity written in his expression. “You seem…rather mindful for a human.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, unsure of whether to be offended or not.

Malleus thought for a moment, seemingly trying to decide what he wanted to say. “The others say that humans are…destructive beings, that they don’t pay any mind to the natural world around them. They simply use whatever and whoever to get what they want. But…you just went out of your way to avoid stepping on those flowers.”

“Oh,” That was not what you had been expecting. “Well, insects need those flowers for food and…what’s the point of stepping on them anyways?” You really didn’t know what to say to that. You knew that humans weren’t all good, but they weren’t all bad either. You supposed it was the same with faeries, given your interaction with Malleus so far. “You really shouldn’t judge someone based on something so silly,” you muttered.

Malleus listened to you speak with interest, taking in your words and reasoning. You weren’t at all how he’d expected a human to be. The ones in the stories were violent and boorish, with foul-tempers and fueled by greed. “...I suppose not,” he agreed.

The two of you slowly came to a stop. You’d reached the edge of the forest, the edge of The Moors. Before you stood rolling fields of grass and wildflowers, the human kingdom’s castle standing tall and imposing in the distance. “I suppose this is where we must part ways,” he said solemnly.

“So it is.” You gazed out at the sprawling fields, feeling the cool breeze as it blew towards you.

“...Are you going to come back?” The fae asked curiously. Malleus had rather enjoyed your company, though he wouldn’t admit it. Humans fascinated him, and you seemed to be a genuine person unlike the tales he’d heard.

You looked back over at him, contemplating his question. “...If I made that choice, would you be here?”

“Perhaps.” He answered noncommittally, though you could tell that what he really meant was yes. At least, that’s how it seemed based off of his tone. 

Instead of answering verbally, you stuck out your hand to shake his. A silent truce. A promise. However, the moment he took it he flinched back, hissing in pain. 

You looked at him worriedly. “What is it? What’s wrong?” 

He rubbed at his palm where he’d touched you, brows furrowed. “Your ring. Iron burns faeries.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” You slipped the ring off of your finger and turned to chuck it somewhere into the tall grasses before turning back to him. “Does it hurt terribly?”

“No, I’m alright. It was just a bit of a shock, that’s all.” It was true, a small amount of contact like that didn’t do any lasting harm and he’d already completely recovered from it. He didn’t even seem all that bothered. If anything, he was only more interested in you and your strange manner.

“Okay, that’s good,” you trailed off, fidgeting with your sleeve, unsure of what to say. “Um, well, I’ll be going then. It was nice meeting you, Malleus. I like your wings.”  You hurried off before he could see the flustered expression on your face, walking swiftly through the swaying grass.

Malleus was surprised by your words, an expression of shock taking over his face as he watched you go. Once he finished processing what you said, he slipped into a soft smile. “It was nice meeting you, as well, Child of Man.”

Had this idea on the backburner for quite a while. I have so many sketches i just never got around to sitting down and making an actual piece. Well finally its here! Ta da! Maleficent AU!

I really love this movie and when i rewatched it months ago my brain saw diaval and went "birdy partner? Phil is that you?"

Of course that was just the begining. Ive now got a whole convoluted plot thought out with a few other fairy tales mixed. Hopefully I'll get around to posting some sketches or something cause i have so many ideas i'd love to share them.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Life at the castle was interesting, to say the least. In the two short weeks that you’d been there, you were introduced to a myriad of interesting characters, with the Queen standing at the forefront of them all. In truth, the first time you’d met her, you’d been a bit awestruck. She was every bit as beautiful as she was proclaimed to be. Tall and lithe with golden curls, she carried herself with grace and elegance; there was no doubt that she came from nobility. Not to mention she was extremely kind—a fact you took note of when you first started working for her and was further proven as time passed. You’d been able to negotiate with her when you first took up the position and she’d agreed to give you days off when you asked for them. Which was great!...Except adjusting to life in the palace had been rather hectic, so you hadn’t had time to go back home yet. 

Another, rather intriguing person you’d met was a young knight-in-training called Sebek Zigvolt. Your first encounter with him had been…memorable, to say the least. You were almost trampled by a rogue horse in one of the courtyards and had ended up with a broken arm; it was definitely a lasting first impression.

***

Carrying a basket full of fresh produce from the garden, you were on your way back to the kitchens, footsteps echoing across the cobbled stones of the courtyard. It was late in the morning and the head chef had asked you to get some more carrots for lunch. So, like the good little employee that you were, you did as she asked.

It was honestly rather satisfying, picking the carrots. Grabbing the base of the leafy stems and pulling them from the earth elicited an incredibly satisfying ripping sound. The only bad part about it had been the mosquitoes. Vile pests, why do they always have to be everywhere? Ruining people’s lives, sowing misery wherever they go—

You were so lost in thought, that you failed to notice the rampaging horse charging towards you. By the time you realized that the hoofbeats were simultaneously drawing closer and not slowing down, it was already too little too late. You vaguely processed what sounded like a male voice yelling,

“GET OUT OF THE WAY!”

Too late. For a singular second you stared at the animal charging towards you and then wham! You didn’t have any time to react before you got bulldozed by a one-thousand-pound-much-larger-than-you-beast-of-a-horse. It was safe to say you went flying, the carrots went flying, and any shred of dignity you might have had was gone with the wind. 

That warning would’ve been real nice if it had come a bit sooner.

Anyways, you were now lying on the ground, in shock, the wind knocked out of you, and completely immobilized for the time-being. What a wonderful day. It wasn’t even noon yet.

A pale face entered your line of vision, their features blurred and distorted. It really just looked like a blob of whiteness and pale green. Their mouth was opening and closing, but your head felt like it was underwater, you couldn’t make out what was being said to you. However, as the initial shock of the incident wore off, your senses came back. Slowly, at first, then everything came rushing all at once.

You drew a great shuddering gasp of breath, face twisting as you became aware of an excruciating pain in your arm. It must have taken the brunt of your fall. Or maybe the horse was simply all-powerful and had broken it when it collided with you. Okay, that was honestly pretty likely. Horses are strong, afterall. 

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT? WHY DIDN’T YOU MOVE OUT OF THE WAY WHEN I TOLD YOU TO?”

You winced, the loud shouting shaking you out of your temporary stupor. Why was he yelling so loud? It was making your head hurt even more. If that’s even possible…you weren’t sure it was, at this point. “...Can you be quiet?” you grumbled. Having someone yell at you was decidedly not going to make you feel any better or help the situation.

The boy helped you sit up—doing his own fair share of grumbling as he did so—and you caught sight of the horse. It was now standing off to the side, munching on all the carrots that you had picked for lunch. Are you serious? What kind of evil horse is this? 

“Can you stand?” He asked. “Your arm looks like it might have been broken, but your legs look fine.”

“Don’t be a creep.”

“EXCUSE ME?” He sputtered. “I SIMPLY ASKED IF YOU COULD STAND.”

“Well don’t be creepy about it next time.” You weren’t being serious, even if your tone and facial expression indicated otherwise. He protested some more, helping you stand up, and began walking you to the infirmary. 

The horse was left in the courtyard, eating carrots to its heart’s content.

***

That was basically how your meeting with Sebek had gone. Yet despite the rough introduction you had had with him, you came to realize that he actually wasn’t that bad. Sure, he was loud and abrasive and made your ears hurt, but he was a good person underneath it all. He trained hard and did his best to live up to the best version of himself…though you noticed he had a bit of a tendency to look down on others. Everyone has their flaws, you supposed. At least he has good character. That’s better than what a lot of the people here can say.  But with the seemingly wild palace life you had been thrown into, you found yourself missing your family and Malleus more and more each day. Oh well, at least you would have new stories to tell them when you returned. You had no doubt that your sister would be highly amused at the tale of the evil-bone-snapping horse. And Malleus…even if he was upset that you got hurt, at the end of the day he would simply be happy to have you with him.

a/n: guys I was fighting literal demons (the wifi) to write this. anyways I apologize for any inaccuracies with the wounds; I've never been run over by a horse irl so I used my ✨imagination✨ to write it. no actual malleus this part :( but he should be in the next one? I lowkey don't have a SOLID plan but he should be there...I think.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

The two of you met many times after your first encounter, gradually growing closer. You visited The Moors frequently He shared with you details from his past; he had no mother or father, and spent much of his time in solitude or resolving conflicts within The Moors. You, in turn, opened up to him about your own life. You lived with your sister and grandfather a little ways away from the village. Your little sister was ill, and so you had tried stealing one of the crystals from the Pool of Jewels—as you’d later learned it was called—to show her one of the small bits of wonder in the outside world that she couldn’t see for herself. He had listened intently to everything you’d said, only occasionally interrupting to ask questions, and contemplating what he learned. Humans and faeries seemed to share more similarities than either of you had thought.

As time passed, the bond between you and Malleus deepened. Friendship slowly blossomed into something more, and it was on your sixteenth birthday that those feelings became realized.

***

“Malleus!” You called for him, standing at the edge of The Moors. It was early in the evening, the sun still on its downward trek towards the horizon and bathing the world in a golden glow. It wasn’t long until you heard the sound of wings flapping and your friend appeared in front of you, landing gracefully. You’d both grown quite a bit since the first time you met, no longer small children. You were older now, more mature as you began to enter adulthood. Malleus himself had grown considerably in height, and had become even more elegant and graceful.

“You called, Child of Man?” He gazed at you softly as he spoke, taking in your appearance. You looked beautiful in the light of the setting sun.

“It’s my birthday,” you replied, grinning widely.

He tilted his head and hummed thoughtfully. “So it is.” The first half of your birthday you’d always spend with your family, and then you’d go and see him in the evening and early night. It was a tradition established over the years. About a week ago, though, he had told you that he had a gift to give you on your birthday, but wouldn’t tell you what it was no matter how many times you asked. 

“Well? Didn’t you say you had something important to give me?” You’d been kept in suspense all week and it was killing you.

“Eager, aren’t you? Very well, I suppose I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Close your eyes, Child of Man,” He commanded gently, waiting for you to comply.

You hesitated for a moment before doing as he asked. “Are you going to put a spider in my hair?” You questioned teasingly.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, dismissing the idea. The grass rustled and you could feel him as he drew closer, his presence filling the space between the two of you. 

“No? Then maybe a—” you were cut off before you could say anything else, something soft pressing against your lips. Was he…kissing you? You were frozen in shock, the sensation of his lips on yours was warm and sweet and so utterly unexpected, and before you knew it, he had pulled away again. 

You opened your eyes and stood there in silence, completely flustered. He…kissed me…your mind was still trying to wrap around that fact, only barely registering the way Malleus was looking at you. With that soft, stupidly infuriating look of adoration on his face. You’d seen it before and simply brushed it off, not wanting to give yourself false hope. But there it was again. “...You kissed me.”

He chuckled, a deep reverberating sound. “So I did.” He tilted his head as he looked down at you. “It was true love’s kiss.” 

Your face felt like it was on fire.

“Are you displeased by it?” A hint of concern crept into his tone and he frowned. Malleus had thought you’d returned his affections, given the way you acted around him. Had he made a mistake? What if you didn’t like him that way? Perhaps he had overestimated—

“No! No, I…I’m not displeased. I’m just surprised…that’s all.” You answered sheepishly. “I’m…really happy with it, truly.” Finally pulling yourself together, you looked at him earnestly. 

His expression softened as you spoke, his worries assuaged. “I see. I’m glad to have made you happy, my Child of Man.”

“Yeah…So, you love me huh?” Already a shit-eating grin was forming on your face. Now that you were over the initial embarrassment you couldn’t help but try to tease him.

“I do,” he replied simply. “Most ardently.” Okay, that was it. Did he not see you were trying to tease him? Now he’s gonna make you feel all sappy and mushy. No coping for you. The worst part was that he still had that stupid look of adoration written all over his face. How were you supposed to ‘make fun of’ him now? You couldn’t. There was no way. It would be like kicking a puppy, or kitten. A giant, much-too-tall, winged kitten.

“...I love you too.” The words were so quiet they were barely audible over the evening breeze, though you had no doubt that Malleus had heard you. You didn’t wait for a response and instead pushed past him to the path that led into The Moors. It was hidden, but fairly well-traveled after years of your adventures with Malleus; the grass was shorter and the ground was clear of bracken that often littered the forest floor, making it easier for you to traverse. 

He didn’t follow immediately, instead remaining where he was, and you fought the urge to look back. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t—cut off by a large gust of wind, something clipped you in the back of the head. Not enough to hurt, mind you, but still. You caught sight of Malleus’ cheeky smile as he flew ahead of you, the offending wing that had hit you helping to spur him onward.

Oh, you were gonna get him for that. A wicked glint sparked in your eye as you took off after him. “Malleus! Get back here!”

So, you spent the rest of your night chasing after the fae boy, determined to exact your revenge upon him. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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PARTS

Castiel can’t help but lean forward, tilting his head as swirling blue eyes narrow, black-blue feathered wings reaching out in hesitant curiosity. His toes curl into the moss beneath his feet and his dark mop of hair rustles in time with the warm breeze, pulling along his crudely made loincloth. His pale skin makes him a striking and ethereal beauty; pink lips starkly contrasted against such a milky and flawless canvas. The horns that protrude from his head are twisted and strong. His teeth are perfect and white.

From Castiel’s right, Balthazar grumbles a warning, but the faery shushes him with a wave of his hand. “He won’t hurt me,” he says, though the fae sounds more certain than he feels; faerys and humanity have been at war since before even Castiel’s existence. “Besides, I’ve never seen a human this close before.”

With a growl, the wooden sentinel steps aside, grumbling about ‘hairless apes’ but following the other’s orders. The Moors are not like the other kingdoms; those populated by men and women and kings and queens. In the Moors, the creatures respect and communicate with each other. They help each other. And Castiel, the strongest of the fae even in his pre-pubescent stage, is an unofficial leader of the creatures living in the Moors’ sanctuary.

Because of those sharp cheekbones and blond hair, blue eyes princess.

Here I present to you, Maleficent!Sherlock and Aurora!John!!!