#maleficent x reader

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐀 ♡

vanessa stood over y/n, her voluptuous figure glistening with sweat as she caught her breath after their intense argument.

"you've been an absolute brat all evening," she purred, circling y/n like a shark. "such a naughty girl, teasing me with this sexy body, taunting me..." vanessa grabbed y/n's chin roughly, forcing her to look up and meet her smoldering gaze. "well, sweetheart, i think it's time i taught you a lesson in respect."

vanessa pushed y/n face down over her lap, hiking up her skirt to expose her lush, round ass. smack! she landed a hard, stinging spank right on y/n's bare cheek. "count them," vanessa growled, spanking her again. smack! "don't you dare forget to count, slut." smack! y/n yelped, her ass jiggling and turning a pretty pink from the impact. "three..." vanessa slid her fingers under y/n's panties, rubbing her slick folds. "mmm, you're dripping wet, you dirty girl. does getting punished turn you on that much?" she plunged two fingers deep into y/n's tight cunt without warning, finger-fucking her hard and fast. "scream for me, whore," vanessa snarled, pumping her digits in and out of y/n's soaked, clenching hole. "let everyone hear how much you love being spanked and fingered like a little slut! now, apologize for being such a teasing brat, you filthy whore. beg me to forgive you and fuck this needy cunt properly."

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 ♡

cruella stood before y/n, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she eyed the incriminating evidence of her transgression. the sight of y/n's drenched panties and trembling thighs was enough to confirm her suspicions.

"well, well, well... looks like someone couldn't control themselves, hmm?" cruella sneered, circling her prey like a hawk. "you know the rules, darling. no cumming without my express permission. and yet, here you are, a leaking, desperate mess. absolutely shameless."

cruella grabbed her elegant cane, running the smooth wood along y/n's jawline before delivering a sharp smack to her ass with the other end. the crack of the cane against tender flesh echoed through the room. "bend over the desk, you naughty girl. i think a thorough punishment is in order, to remind you who's in charge here. twenty lashes should teach you to ask for permission before pleasing yourself. count them out loud, pet. and make it convincing, won't you? i want to hear your cries of remorse." with that, cruella raised the cane high, poised to strike again, a wicked grin playing across her scarlet lips. "now, beg for forgiveness, slut. plead your case... and pray i'm in a merciful mood."

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ♡

maleficent stood before y/n, her emerald eyes flashing with disapproval as she folded her arms across her chest. her voice was a low, menacing purr, each word precisely enunciated. "it seems you have a rather foul mouth on you, my dear. such crass language and disrespect will not be tolerated. you forget, i am the mistress of all evil, and you shall learn the consequences of your wicked tongue."

with a flick of her wrist, dark ropes materialized, coiling around y/n's wrists and ankles, binding her tightly. maleficent watched impassively as she hoisted y/n up, spreading her legs wide, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. she circled her prey, a gloved hand trailing teasingly along y/n's inner thigh, inching higher and higher until she brushed against the damp fabric covering y/n's sex. "my, my, what have we here? it appears your body is rather eager, despite your insolent words. how delightful, brat."

maleficent leaned in, her breath hot against y/n's ear as she whispered, "i will not allow you to find release until you beg for my forgiveness. until you plead prettily for me to allow you to cum." her fingers began to move, rubbing firm circles over y/n's clothed clit, the fabric dampening further as arousal built. she edged her mercilessly, bringing y/n to the edge again and again, only to pull back, denying their climax. "beg for it," she commanded coldly, continuing her relentless teasing.

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 ♡

lady tremaine swept into the room, her silk gown rustling angrily as she took in the state of the untidy chamber. her piercing gaze fell upon y/n, who shrunk back in fear.

"my god, look at the state of this room! i've raised an absolute disgrace," she seethed, circling her stepdaughter like a hawk. "you're a miserable excuse for a young woman, y/n. i've taken you in, given you a roof over your head, and this is how you repay me? with slovenly habits and a complete lack of respect for your elders?" tremaine grabbed y/n roughly by the chin, forcing her to meet her icy glare. "take off your clothes, you ungrateful little slut. now."

as y/n fumbled with shaking hands to obey, tremaine snatched up the strap-on dildo from the side table, securing the leather straps tightly around her voluptuous hips. "i'll teach you to be a good girl and do your chores properly," she hissed, pushing y/n roughly onto the bed.

tremaine shoved y/n's thighs apart, exposing her dripping cunt. "already so wet, you shameless harlot?" she sneered, rubbing the thick head of the strap-on against y/n's swollen folds. "i haven't even begun to punish you yet." she thrust into y/n hard, not pausing to let her adjust as she began a relentless pace, pounding into her stepdaughter's pussy. y/n cried out, back arching off the bed as tremaine overstimulated her cruelly. the headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh filling the room. "i'll fuck this laziness out of you, you worthless girl," tremaine grunted, gripping y/n's hips hard enough to leave bruises. "you'll learn to be a proper young lady, one way or another!"

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋 ♡

gothel glided into the room, her eyes flashing with anger and betrayal as she took in the sight of y/n's failed escape attempt. she circled her prey like a predator, her voice low and menacing.

"how dare you try to leave me, sweetling? after all i've done for you, all the love i've poured into keeping you safe and hidden away from the cruel world outside?" gothel grabbed y/n's hair roughly, forcing her to meet her intense, piercing gaze. "you belong to me, my dear girl. body and soul. and i won't let you go, not now, not ever."

gothel wasted no time binding y/n tightly to the chair with silken ropes, the fabric digging into her soft skin. she tore off a strip of fabric and deftly gagged y/n, muffling any protests or pleas. gothel retrieved a vibrator from her drawer, a cruel smile playing across her full lips as she switched it on. the buzzing filled the room, making y/n's eyes go wide with apprehension.

the brunette pushed up y/n's skirt and shoved the vibrator roughly between her thighs, pressing it hard against her cunt. "i'm going to remind you why you can't leave me, my love," she purred, letting the toy do its work. "i'm going to overwhelm your senses until the only thought in your pretty little head is me."

gothel watched with sadistic amusement as y/n began to squirm and writhe against her bonds, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her core. gothel pressed harder, rubbing the toy mercilessly against y/n's aching clit as she leaned in close.

Queen Grimhilde:

"The kingdom or the alchemy?"

You knew perfectly well what kind of person she was from the moment you got involved with her, so you'd better think carefully about your answer. If you're offering help with the rule, it's best to keep quiet. She knows what she's doing and doesn't care about outside opinions on her reign; there are enough prisoners in the dungeon to prove it. Now, if you're referring to alchemy/magic, she'd be a bit more open. After all, she doesn't have the patience to teach you, but it's always good to have someone willing to do the dirty work for her, gathering ingredients.

Look, this woman is far from naive, and her partners need to be up to the task. She already has the throne, so you're by her side because she wanted it that way and because she gave you a chance to prove your worth. Don't screw it up.

Mary Sanderson:

"Don't touch anything unless you want to be the next ingredient."

Mary can be silly and funny with you at times, usually letting you explore magic with her and her sisters and explaining the basics. But you know there's one rule: Don't mess up Winifred's work.

You knew from the start that the eldest sister was the center of both Mary's and Sarah's lives, and no matter how many lovers either of them had, that wasn't going to change. They were a small but strong and tight-knit coven, and they didn't need anyone but each other. You were a little whim for the middle sister, cherished and protected, sure, but replaceable if Winnie so desired. So, really, the answer to your offer (and your life/stay in general) depended entirely on Winifred, not Mary.

Claudine Frollo:

"My what?"

She would be so confused because, honestly, the danger in this woman stemmed from the fact that she didn't actually believe she was doing anything wrong at all. On the contrary, everything she did came from a “selfless” desire to heal the world of the impurities and atrocious acts that the weak and banal masses committed day after day.

If anything, you should be asking her how to improve, how to be worthy and distance yourself from such shadows that plagued the world. Don't ever suggest she's evil again when she's only trying to protect you from hellfire. (Seriously, don't do it again; you don't want to end up like the last soul she let get that close to her and didn’t follow her rules).

Mother Gothel:

"Well, it was about time, darling"

She wouldn't even bother to deny or correct your petty accusation against her morals. Who cared? She'd simply foist the baby she'd stolen a few weeks ago onto you, ready and desperate to pass the responsibility on to someone else.

Listen, she never cared about being a mother, okay? She just wanted to reclaim the power of the flower that rightfully belonged to her, the one those stupid guards stole to save the queen. It was still her flower, even if it cried now and needed diaper changes. Thank goodness she had you. Now, don’t expect her to help you at all with Rapunzel, you’re the nanny now, she’s only there for the magic.

Iracebeth of Crims:

"Then prove it"

She's not someone who trusts anyone so easily anymore, not after Mirana, Time, Stayne, "Um," and the rest of her treacherous court. She'd had enough stabs in the back, and she was fully aware of everything she'd done against Wonderland, to accept just anyone who sweet-talked her right away and promised not to hold a grudge.

And yet, loneliness weighed heavily on her too, which is why she'd give you a chance to prove that you truly came to her with sincere intentions of serving her and being by her side...Please, don't let her down. Deep down, she was just a child—a spoiled one, sure, but a child who wanted to be loved, even if just once.

Hades:

"Good, because I was going to send you on a mission anyway, babe"

He's the god of the underworld, and you knew he didn't like to leave his realm much (no, he wasn't embarrassed of the other gods seeing him after what happened with the Titans, and you'd better not imply that), and anyway, you were much more capable and reliable than Pain and Panic, so he'd give you a list of things he needed, which were more like errands than anything else.

- You’re a place of rest to return to, a dark balm.

- She’s dark fae AND part dragon, which results in an unholy urge to sequester you away in her domain. The jewel in her horde, the centrepiece in her crown of rule. I hope you’re alright with essentially being trapped in the dark mountains unless you ask very, very nicely.

- You have the run of the castle, of course. She’s not that cruel unless you provoke her. The goons will scrabble and bow before you, just as they do to Maleficent.

- They’ll quickly realise that you’re not liable to hit them with lightning as she is, but you do possess the ability to tattle on them, so while they’re on their best behaviour they’ll relax, just a little, if she isn’t there.

- It’s a war between her need to horde you to herself and the need to show you off. You cut a striking figure together, two dark figures cut from the quiet in held breaths, and she loves the fear in the eyes of peons as they witness you alongside her.

As you and Bridget planned the cupcakes, Ella sat on the bed, listing the ingredients.

After a while, you and Bridget began baking, and after a while, you both became messy from flour.

When you both weren’t looking, Ella came up behind you. Both snuck her hand into the flour and threw it at you.

“What was that for?” You looked at Ella and then began to get flour to throw it at her.

You threw the flour at her, and she yelled back. “This was my favorite outfit!”  “You started it!!” You yelled back. Ella grabbed more flour and threw it, and then you did the same thing.

Once Bridget got both of you calmed down. Ella sat on the floor with a towel, waiting for you and Bridget to get done so you both could go home and change.

When the cupcakes were done, you and Ella left, and now we’re walking down the hallway. Once you reached the front door to leave, you both saw Uilana, Maleficent, Hades, Hook, and Morgie in the chairs at the corner.

“Well. Well. Well, what do we have here?” Hook said loudly. Which made Ella tense up. And you annoyed.

“Just got done making people's food, peasant.” She said, directly talking to Ella, I'm not talking to you.

“HEY! Leave her alone, shrimpy," you said, standing up to Uilana once again.

All five of them turned over to look at you. Some eyes soften, and some smiles grow. As your eyes glared at Uilana.

Uilana smiled at you, which you weren't scared of. Not scared of becoming the next victim of their bullying. You will do anything that helps your sister and best friend out; it’s worth it.

"Wow, aren't you a brave girl?" Uilana, she teased. "Stop it, Uilana. Y/N, let's just go." Ella grabbed your arm softly as she tried to move past Hook and Hades. When Ella was trying to push past Hades and Hook. You felt someone put something in your pocket.

When you looked over to see who it was. You saw Morgie smiling at you. You glared at him more softly than the others. Because he was the sweetest of the bunch. 'Why is he kind of cute?' you thought to yourself. You looked over at the rest of the three. 'Dang, they're very attractive.'

'No, snap out of it, Y/N. They bully your sister and your best friend.' You shook your head to get the thoughts out of your head. Ella finally pushed past Hades and Hook and dragged you outside with her.

You looked back at them as Ella dragged you and saw Uilana smiling at you, waving. 'Dang, I've never realized how pretty she is.' You looked at each one of them and softened your glance as you looked at them. They were all watching Ella drag you away. And you saw Morgie waving excitedly goodbye.

Once you both reached the house, you both wanted to go back to Merlin Academy. You both wished you were still with Bridget. When you entered the house, you sighed in relief, not seeing your stepmother.

Ella went upstairs, and you followed her. When you entered your and Ella's room, you looked into your pocket, and there was a note. It read:

Meet us at the Black Lagoon at 12. - Morgie, Maleficent, Hades, Uilana, and Hook

You looked over the note again. Trying to decide if you should go or not. 'Maybe it's a trap.' You sighed and decided to go. You waited until 11:30 to leave. Once it was 11:30, you got off your bed and carefully left through the bedroom door. Praying you didn't wake up, Ella. Once you left your bedroom, you went downstairs and left through the front door silently.

Walking alone at 11 at night wasn't on your bucket list. It was really dark, so you used a flashlight. You finally reached the Black Lake, and you saw Maleficent, Hades, Hook, Morgie, and Uilana.

You walked up to them, and Morgie and Hook were smiling widely. Maleficent and Hades are looking you up and down, smirking.

"Hello, darling, we're quite surprised you've shown up." Hook said while walking up to you. "What do you guys want?" You said, watching him walk up.

'Okay, maybe this wasn't the best decision coming alone,' you thought to yourself. You tense up as you feel Morgie come up behind you and rest his head on your shoulders, and Hook gets really, really close.

Uilana's smile is soft, not a mean-looking smile, just soft, and Maleficent's and Hades's smiles are also soft smiles. Now you're really confused.

"What do we want, darling? What we want is you," Hook whispers in your ear. Once he says those words, you feel your face heat up. 'Now what does he mean?' You shake your head, getting rid of any romantic or weird thoughts, and you pull away from Morgie's hold.

"Now hold on a minute, what do you mean by that?" Uilana is still smiling. "We're all in love with you, want you to see?" she says. Now you just look really confused. "No, I can't tell you bully, me, my sister, and our best friend." You said loudly, "Why would I date any of you!"

All five of them looked at each other. "Okay, I know why this is weird, but here's an offer: if you date us, then we will leave your sister and your best friend alone." Uilana offers which shocks you. "What do you mean 'us'?" You said.

All of a sudden, Maleficent comes up behind you, whispering in your ear. "Come on, darling, we've seen the way you look at all of us." You felt more heat in your face, embarrassed. "No need to be embarrassed; now we all like you, and we all decided to join you in our relationship." Hades also appeared behind you, touching your waist.

"Fine, I like all of you!" you said. They all laughed at your embarrassed face. Maleficent and Hades dragged you to a big couch and sat you on it. Both are sitting at your sides while holding each of your hands. Morgie runs over to join you. He lies across you, Maleficent, and Hades. Hook sits on the floor, leaning against your leg. And lastly, Uilana joins, sitting on the floor as well.

"Rest, darling, you look tired." Hook said while looking at your eyes that look like they're drooping. "But I need to get home to my sister; my stepmom would kill me if I'm not home." You said worried.

"Don't worry, let us handle it." Hades said. You slowly felt yourself fall asleep, and you felt relaxed being in all those arms.

...........................................................

You woke up expecting to be surrounded by lots of people, but when you woke up, you were in your bed. 'Was that a dream?' You thought, 'But it felt so real,' and you were saddened you wished it wasn't real.

You looked over at Ella, who was still asleep, and you sighed, getting all your blankets off you. Once all the blankets were off, you saw a note underneath all your blankets. It said, 'Hope you slept well'—Morgie. :)

You smiled, realizing it wasn't a dream. Then you got confused. How did they know where you lived?

You got up a little creeped out, and you hid the note under your pillow. And went to wake up Ella for school. "Ella, wake up, school." She stirred, then she finally woke up. You both got ready quickly and then ran out the door to not be late to school so you could talk to Bridget before class.

Once you finally arrive at Merlin Academy. The first person Ella saw was Bridget. The first people you saw were the VKS. You saw the main 5 staring at you. Some are intense; others are very happy. Morgie and Hook were waving very fast, hoping you would go over and join all of them for breakfast.

You looked at Bridget and Ella and said, "I'll be back," and you walked over to the Vks. Bridget and Ella looked confused as you were walking over there. Once you were in front of the Vks, Morgie jumped up and hugged you very tightly, which you then hugged him back, digging your head slightly into his neck.

You sit in class, silent as usual, working on bookwork by your lonesome.

You'd moved to Merlin's Academy months ago, but had been to shy to make any friends. You didn't really need them anyways, you were just fine blanketed in your silence and loneliness.

Beside you sits Maleficent, halfway attendant to the lesson as she writes the notes down in her book. She holds a black pen in her right hand, her left hand holding her head up.

As you fall behind, thank the teacher for flipping through the slides too quickly, you shyly look over at her, too nervous to get her attention. She looks over at you, having sense your eyes burning into her skull.

"Uhm," you whisper. "Did you get six and seven?" you nervously ask, unable to hold eye contact.

She lightly smiles in response and turns her book a bit so you can see the answers on the page. You shoot her a little smile before quickly writing them down, whispering a thank you as well.

"No need to be shy, hun."

You didn't have a public opinion about the VK's. You really couldn't care less, you just wanted to stay out of their way. But that also went for the other kids too, they could be mean.

But, your natural fear of people was at it again. You didn't know where to sit since your little table had been stolen in the cafeteria today. But, Morgie Le Fay, a VK, approaches you, a little excited to ask you the question that follows.

"Hey, would you wanna sit with us?"

He points back at his group, all half watching you two from their table.

"Uhm..." you try to inspect his expression, trying to decode if he was being fake or not. "Uh, sure"

He smiles, grabs your hand, and quickly leads you to the table. You sit down next to him, shyly picking at your food, listening to their conversation.

Morgie quietly speaks to you, seeing your abnormal behavior. "No need to be shy, we're nice, I promise" He smiles. "What's your name?"

"Y/n" You answer, sounding a little disinterested.

"Wait," Hades quickly looks up at you, "Y/n, like P/n, like Y/n L/n?"

You nod, sticking a celery stick in your mouth.

Hook chuckles. "Cool"

Morgie looks back at you with a soft smile.

"Told you we're nice"

A few days had passed since you sat at the VK's table. You decided to sit with them from now on since they were actually nice to you, and you never ended up getting your table back anyway.

Physical education wasn't your strong suit. Why you needed to know how to use a sword anyways was beyond you.

Though, James Hook was in your class, which was a little nice. You'd been paired with him today, though you were too shy to actually talk to him.

He slings an arm around your shoulders, which quickly tense up under his touch. He leans forward, looking at you, seeing your gaze stuck forward.

"Are you alright, new kid?"

You nod.

"Not know how to use a sword?" He asks, a little amused.

You shake your head.

"I can teach you" He shrugs, "Not that hard"

He notices your odd silence.

"Y'know, you don't have to be shy. I won't cut your hand off, love"

Hades works beside you in potions class, his eyes looking like he was barely attentive at 8am. You'd quickly gotten confused and mixed up with the directions, having stopped yourself to stare at the book, trying to figure out what you were even doing. Curse these textbooks riddled in poems and old English.

Hades notices your still silence, furrowing his brows as he looks at you. He tilts his head, realizing you need help.

"Do you need help?" he asks.

You look at him, then back at the book, and nod, handing it to him. He holds the book in his hand, his finger following the words he read in his head.

"You're very quiet" he comments.

You shrug.

"Okay, so, add the eye of newt, then stir, then add the witch's spit."

"Okay, thank you," you thank him quietly, setting the book back down on your desk.

He nods. "Don't gotta be shy, you can ask for help," he shrugs. "You're cool."

"Thanks..."

Over the course of the past few months, Uliana and her friends had kind of dragged you into their group. They seemed to be the only people who spoke to you first, pulling you into them. So, you began to trust them more and talk to them a bit more, too.

The only one you hadn't had a personal run-in with was Uliana herself.

But now was that time.

She'd brought you to the Black Lagoon, tentacles loosely wrapped around your waist and shoulders as you lead you further through the woods. Your steps are small and cautious, reeking nervousness.

your neck aches to crane upwards, sharp eyes flickering across the sky as you duck under vast tree branches and slip behind the academy’s billowing banners. but no matter how fast you run, or how vigilant you are of the green and gold girl fluttering tirelessly above you, the pixie tracking you down stays on your trail—because of your literal trail; the clouds of pixie dust you leave behind with every step, because of course you’d forgotten to wear a jacket to hide the natural shimmering of your skin on the one day it would actually come in handy.

“shit!” you hiss, as, once you step out from yet another cramped hiding spot and into the open air, your wings are caught by the sun’s bright rays, and glisten like a beacon all but jumping up and down and yelling “hey, i’m over here, come find me!”

your sister’s high-pitched voice grows louder as she approaches, impatiently screeching your name from above, as she calls out, “we need to go now! you can run but you cannot hide forever!”

frantically, you spin in circles in search of an escape route, momentarily wondering if it’s worth trying your luck in the depths of the dark forest (deep green canopies hiding you from your pursuer above, yes, but also trading yourself off to the mystical lurking predators of the shadows that—as much as you despise tinkerbell, and insist that she’s secretly an evil mastermind with the sole goal of making your life miserable—are definitely scarier than your pixie sister)—when, as your head snaps back around to the sound of cheers and bustling footsteps, you grin triumphantly.

barely a brisk jog away, in the middle of the large courtyard, gathers a crowd around prince charming and aladdin. they appear to be causing a scene over who can best execute a skateboard trick; the prince boisterously objecting to his friend who claims, “i could do it with my eyes closed!”

and though you roll your eyes, and wish you had the time to upstage both egotistical boys and show them who really owns the camelot skate parks—the mass of bodies melding together as they surround the ruckus grants you the perfect place to shake tink off your scent.

the second your sister’s millionth growl for you to, “get over yourself and get over here before mum blames me for us both being late!” overlaps with aladdin’s official invitation to charming for a challenge, you take a deep breath, and sprint.

your footsteps pound against the loose paving-stones of the courtyard, as you whip from the gaping entrance, to the centre of the crowd of your classmates within seconds—your breathless grin only widening when you hear a frustrated cry in the distance, as tinkerbell flounders trying to find where you abruptly disappeared to.

you take a moment to catch your breath, relishing in the faintest sound of her wings—the softest shade of blue, regrettably identical to yours (though not now, as yours flap in the breeze calmly, and hers twitch weakly from overuse)—fluttering in circles as she helplessly tries and fails to discern you in the blurred mass of students.

you wish you could stay here forever, laughing wickedly to yourself as your sister makes a fool of herself, but you quickly grow disgusted by the bumping shoulders and loud voices of your peers surrounding you, and deftly sneak your way through to the edge of the crowd.

readying yourself with your eyes on the prize of an alcove beneath the stairs that you used to frequently skip class in, you watch tink from the corner of your vision, waiting for the exact moment she whirls around to search for you in the complete opposite direction; and, once more, run.

shoving your way past sweaty bodies and bluntly elbowing anyone who doesn’t move out of your way, you’re across the courtyard faster than you can smirk to yourself, and whisper, “fuck you, tinkerbell.”

the second step over the threshold of the alcove, feeling the sun ease off your skin and the shadows swallow you whole, you crumple over to rest your hands on your knees, gasping for shallow breaths as you can’t help but let out giddy laughs of victory.

slowly straightening up, your eyes are drawn to the discarded cigarettes crushed between bricks that you used to share with cruella (before she got caught up in her passion for fashion, and traded all her free time hanging out with you for labouring over her sewing machines and racks upon racks of, admittedly, some of the coolest outfits you’ve seen since you enrolled at the picture-perfect-and-prim merlin academy), getting yourself lost in fond memories of shit-talking classmates and teachers alike—until your gaze drifts up just an inch further, and you’re met with the sight of very familiarly scuffed boots.

“fancy seeing you here,” you greet playfully, as you stretch back up to your full height, and come face-to-face with your boyfriend, hades, who simply replies with a silent raised eyebrow at your frantic entrance.

but you answer with nothing more than an overly innocent smile, before turning to your right—already knowing that just a step further into the alcove you’re going to find the other half of this pack that always travels together (which usually includes you, when you’re not fleeing from an obnoxious sister that’s attempting to drag you back home to neverland against your will).

and, just as you suspected, tucked away where the stairs above cave in until they meet the ground, maleficent crouches with one hand steadying a sapling, of what looks like the beginning of vines bearing thorns sharper than the pointed studs on hades’ jacket, as her other palm gently cups the dirt around the stem, until it’s firmly buried between loose bricks.

your girlfriend doesn’t turn around just yet—with her dark eyes glued to what you can only guess is the first stepping stone in some elaborate plan to swallow the entirety of merlin academy in a prickly prison of her own design—but you know she’s noticed you when she greets you with, “we were wondering where you ran off to.”

your wings, shimmering with reflections of the specks of sunlight that peak through cracks in the stars, flutter ditzily as you grin, “i was searching far and wide for the two of you, of course.”

bouncing over to your left, you make yourself comfortable leaning on the wall beside hades, as he lets out an amused huff—which is the closest most anyone ever gets to a laugh from him, if they’re not as lucky (and, of course, extremely clever, boundlessly funny—and endlessly humble) as yourself to see of him what no one else but you and maleficent have ever seen.

you tug on one of the few expanses of his leather jacket that isn’t waiting to stab your finger, whilst he wonders aloud, “so your disappearance has nothing to do with the pixie trying to sniff you out like a bloodhound?” and misinterprets your attempt to steal his jacket for (lovingly) pestering him for affection, as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

but, when you don’t reply, and instead fix him with an expectant (read: impatient) look, he finally catches on, and rolls his eyes at your antics—but nonetheless slides his arms out of his sleeves, and drapes the leather over your shoulders.

you mock him light-heartedly, “how gentlemanly,” but still let out an appreciative hum as you hide your eye-catching wings beneath the jacket, and try your very best to tuck your hair behind the collar to limit the copious amounts of pixie dust that always rains from your glittering hair like a generous makeup powder.

(all while you shamelessly admire hades’ arms now on display, and grin even wider when you catch him shamelessly eyeing the sight of you in his leather jacket.)

sighing loudly, you finally reply to hades’ astute observation of the girl bloody-murder-screaming your name outside; “she refuses to understand that i’m actually not interested in flying all the way to neverland just to sit around a table with a hundred distant relatives who all have something judgy to say about my grades, or my fashion choices, or my life choices, or—”

just as hades is about to comfort you with a very concise, “fuck them,” at the same time as maleficent starts to interrupt with a very number-one-hater-of-your-sister, “fuck her,” your gloomy sanctuary is all but rudely breached, as snow white—in all her ear-piercing-singing-at-the-crack-of-dawn and unable-to-school-her-judgemental-facial-expressions glory—slows down hesitantly as she walks past the mouth of the alcove.

brown pupils blown wide with anxiety zero in on your girlfriend and the plant she’s sowing, which the princess, with a look of horror, recognises as something poisonous or outlawed (knowing your beautifully creative girlfriend, probably both). but before she can spout the same lame spiel all the other rule-following-royals always use to try to get you and your partners to “stop cheating on that test” or “please don’t set my dorm on fire!” her face pales in fear.

for a moment, there’s silence as hades’ hardened expression almost sets her aflame in terror without even touching her. you raise an unimpressed eyebrow at her, just about willing to demand, “run along princess,” and deal with maleficent laughing at you for sounding like one of the merry men who think they sound cool when they really just talk like characters plucked straight out of a musical—when some common sense suddenly snaps into snow, and she disappears from your sight in the most satisfying three seconds of tail-between-her-legs fleeing.

a beat passes as you all wait to make sure the princess didn’t decide to turn back and spy on the three of you, until the silence stays unbroken, and hades looks to you with a slight nod to where the intrusion had just been standing.

“are you sure this is the best place to hide?”

you shrug dismissively, confident as you insist, “yeah, i don’t think tink even knows how to use her legs—she insists on flying everywhere, so i’m safe here, she can’t see us from above.”

with a nod, hades turns to maleficent a moment before she starts standing up from her kneeling position, as if he could sense that she was going to silently ask for her hand laid elegantly in his to ease her up.

as she rises, she flashes you one of her loving (but too self-conscious to so openly show it for too long) split-second smiles, before her observant eyes find themselves locked in on your chest. you don’t have time to grow flustered—nor hopeful that she might be approaching you to start something fun—when she’s upon you in the blink of an eye, claw-sharp nails plucking against your cropped band tee, as you realise she’s spotted what looks like a miniature forest blossoming out of your shirt.

“oh, yeah,” you chuckle to yourself, “i ran face-first into a branch ‘cause i was too distracted trying not to run into twinkles.”

instantly, hades bluntly says, “i’ll burn that tree down for you.”

only maleficent notices the way you melt at his words, biting down a grin at the way you grow giddy at a threat of destruction on your behalf, as you try to chew down a growing smile that threatens your warm cheeks

“yeah right,” you bite, “i know a scheme to send smoke signals to my sister when i see one!”

you girlfriend hums in disagreement, “you shouldn’t look a gift tree on fire in the mouth, the forest imps take it very personally.”

“is that so?” you mumble in faux thought; leaning away from maleficent’s hold—as she finishes retrieving the stray leaves and sticks from entanglement—and dangerously close towards hades.

“i always did think you were rather impish,” you speak lowly as your face inches so close to his you can feel his breath across your cheeks as he replies.

voice even lower than your own, gravelly as he leans off the wall to feed into your trademark mix of teasing and flirting, “you think so?”

“yeah i do,” you hum with an amorous smile, “i mean, you are very sensitive,” not even realising the innuendo—behind what was meant to be nothing more than a rib at the god with skin so thick you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even have that famed golden blood flowing beneath it—until hades can’t help but smirk at you, and bring a hand up to cup your cheek with barely the phantom of an embrace, and draw your face in even closer, until your noses brush.

“that’s me,” he chuckles, opening the doors of the conservatory in your stomach and setting the butterflies nestled inside free.

you already know he can feel the heat in your cheeks, but giving up when you’re already in this deep isn’t half as fun as staying in the game until the other fully breaks—so you muster up the most over-the-top dramatic pout you can manage when you’re trying to hold back a broad smile, and bring your hand up to caress his cheek.

you pat his face like how you used to awkwardly comfort the toddlers who kept crying after flying headfirst into tree trunks when their wings had only just started sprouting. tilting your head to look down your nose at him as if you actually see him as one of those helpless kids, you bite down on your pout to stop it from morphing into a grin when his nose crinkles up at pixie dust wafting over him from your proximity.

it’s always endlessly entertaining to watch him fuss over himself later tonight, insisting that the pixie dust looks like his face has been painted with glitter, which makes him appear—shudder—approachable. so, you lean in even closer, unable to hide the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, that is set alight with the reflection of a rainbow of flames when your pixie dust catches in hades’ hair.

you take a second to admire your big scary boyfriend with his hair lit up in shades of bright pinks and baby blues and yellows lighter than the sun, before you quickly move as if you plan to snuff out the rogue flames—as if he can’t simply flip a switch and turn them off himself, he frowns ever so slightly at your nonsensical plan… until you let out a pained shriek before your fingertips even touch the flames.

hades’ laugh that he’s unable to hold back at your obvious fake reaction is drowned out by your wails, crying that, “he planned this! he’s scheming against me, mali!”

maleficent, also having immediately seen through your scheme, simply rolls her eyes, and gives the two of you a disapproving look (that is significantly dampened by the mirthful glint in her eyes clearer than even the obvious deviousness in your own), “behave, both of you.”

“yeah, babe, you’d better keep it down,” hades turns to nod solemnly to you, “considering tinkerboots just touched down in the courtyard, and is staring right at us.”

snapping out of your revelry, your heartbeat skyrockets higher than any pixie in all of neverland has ever flown. frantically, you whip around to face the courtyard, only growing more and more sickeningly anxious when you don’t immediately spot the predator waiting to pounce—until you keep searching, and searching, and searching (maybe you’re not so unlike your sister that has just spent all afternoon trying to track you down), and… all you can find is a singular trail of pixie dust, barely visible in the distant, as the owner who left it behind is long gone.

“fuck you, ‘babe’!” you yell faster than you can whip around to face a smug hades, who has the audacity to grin at you.

“if you insist.”

you’d barely had it in you to be angry the second it happened—honestly, you were a breath away from laughing—but after that brief interruption, and hades’ the game is afoot once more.

so you step back up to your boyfriend, eyeing him with a fire in your pupils that quickly fades from anger to revelry, as you goad him, “come on, then, i don’t have all day, babe—”

“no,” maleficent’s harsh grip finds the back of hades’ leather jacket atop your shoulders just the same as she grasps the collar of his shirt, tugging the both of you apart like squabbling cats from the scruff of their necks.

“you,” she turns to you, with a hand on hades’ chest to hold him back from purposefully getting on either of your nerves as she speaks, “will not be condemned to attend your stupid friendship feast—”

“autumn jubilee,” you correct (as if there’s much of a difference when the whole thing really is just about sucking up to a gaggle of pixies you haven’t seen since you were a baby and eating table-fulls of mediocre festive meals), and in return, get a frown from your girlfriend, who probably has ‘despises being corrected with a burning passion’ on her birth certificate.

but you just grin, and she continues with the umpteenth roll of her eyes, “instead, we will partake in one of my traditions.”

your smile grows blinding, already knowing that a dark fey of the moors’ traditions include the most dramatic sacrifices, and forbidden enchantments that not even merlin himself knows about.

“this is going to be wicked,” you declare enthusiastically, “much better than falling asleep in the middle of havendish square because tinks won’t shut up about how ‘important’ her ‘job’ with peter pan is—when, really, she’s just unemployed because nobody can stand to be around her long enough to even get halfway through a job interview!”  

“how much blood will there be,” hades teases, as he sidles up to maleficent’s opposite side and snakes his arm over her shoulder.

she raises a single eyebrow at him in warning, “all of yours if you don’t behave,” to which he simply winks at you as if he has some sort of cunning plan—causing your cheeks, which had already begun growing warm from the sound of maleficent’s low voice threatening hades, to all but set aflame with the overwhelming heat.

“you can have as much of my blood as you want, mali,” you try to hide the flustered stutter in your voice, but fail when she gives you the most salacious smile you’ve ever seen from her.

her suddenly hungry eyes bore into yours as she takes a hold of your hand.

“good—” hades’ fingers brushing feather-light against your neck as he adjusts the collar of the leather jacket cause your breath to stutter, all while maleficent purrs, “—because i’m thirsty.”