Call me K

Made this account bc after 7 years of not writing fan fiction I’ve come back to it bc dear god there’s a big lack of Diaval x reader fics from the Maleficent movie, and also there’s other characters I wanna write for too so yeah…

Characters I write for! (will be updated as i continue to get back into writing!):

Diaval (Maleficent 2014)

Legolas (LOTR)

Diaval x (AFAB) Reader

Chapter 4/?

Word count: 1,556

Summary: Diaval tries to make small talk...he's not that good at it

A/N: The semester is almost over and my college gives us almost 2 months of winter break. I'm so excited bc then i can go crazy and continue writing this series without my internship, work, or school projects getting in the way!!! :D

Stumbling back from being unfrozen (y/n) had a look of confusion on her face. This was certainly the strangest start to the day. “I'm sure she’ll give you your book back!” Diaval let out a small, light-hearted laugh. It was clearly let out to try and clear any awkwardness forming from the two of them being left alone again. He stood there looking at her, quietly admiring her as she fixed her hair. She eventually noticed and gave him a puzzled look, “Well? Aren’t you going to take me to the border of Ulstead?” “OH! Right! This way, ma’am.” He gestured his arm towards a small opening in the woods. She looked out into the dark forest and hesitated; she didn’t know how to feel. Like everyone who lived in the area, she knew of the magical creatures of the moors, but she had never heard of birds turning into men. Was this common? How many of the birds that she had left food for on her windowsill been men?  Either way, she still didn’t know how to feel about being alone in the woods with the raven man. Alone in the woods with a raven was not an issue; the worst it could do was a harsh peck. Alone in the woods with a man, that's a whole different story. Men can do a lot of harm. “I’d rather you walk ahead of me, just for my comfort's sake…” she said to him. “Oh, of course! Come along then,” he offered her a kind smile and began to walk forward.

As she walked behind him, she kept a close eye on the ground, looking at the grass and different flowers growing from the ground. Occasionally, she’d glance up to watch his black leather coat swing back and forth. He turned his head a bit to look at her, “You know…” he spoke up breaking up the silence, startling her, “believe it or not, Maleficent isn’t all that bad. A bit intimidating and imposing, yes, but she's only protecting the moors… You know she can actually be quite nice from time to time!” He spoke in a rushed manner as if he had a time limit to try and convince her that she was not in any danger. He ended his ramble with an awkward laugh again before the silence of the woods took over the one-sided conversation. He seemed to understand why she would be apprehensive of walking in front of him. “I know you’re a bit weary about all of this, but trust me you don't have to worry about Maleficent, or me! In fact, I don’t like humans either!” he rambled out. She furrowed her brows at him and stepped back further from him. His face immediately turned to one of panic. His attempt to try and ease her accidentally came out as an insult. He stopped walking and quickly turned the rest of his body to face her. “That came out horribly, I LIKE you, I LIKE HUMANS! What I meant was that I get your mistrust of me as a human. You know, I wasn’t always one. My original form is a raven, in fact! I prefer that form! Maleficent actually saved me from a net as I was about to get bludgeoned to death by a human. That's what I meant by disliking humans. I was trying to relate to your distrust of them!” He flailed his arms at her and spoke at lightning speed. She wanted to laugh at his panicked state. In fact, she felt a bit of pity for him; she could tell he was trying his best to be friendly and make her feel comfortable by walking a few paces ahead of her to give her some space. She raised an eyebrow at him, “How often do you interact with humans? In human form?” she asked him. “Mainly Maleficent and Aurora, occasionally Philip,” he said as his hand came up to rub his nose. “I can tell,” a small huff left her lips before reaching into her bag, pulling out a white cloth tied together with a string. Diaval recognized the item and watched as her hands shook out some berries from the cloth. She walked up to him nd shook her palm up to him, “Hold up your hand, you do know how to use them right?” she said sarcastically. He held out his hand as she tilted her hand downward. He watched as some of the berries rolled onto his hand. She stopped before they could all go into his hand and pulled back her hand to place some of the remaining berries in her mouth. He smiled down at the berries and raised his hand up to her a bit as if giving a toast, “Thank you my lady.” He placed the berries in his mouth and hummed in approval. Blueberries, his favorite. 

They continued walking, slowly getting closer to the border of Ulstead. Now a little less awkward. Diaval making a fool of himself helped to ease the tension. While there’s still silence between them, it gets occasionally broken by small talk. “You said Maleficent saved you, is that why you follow her around?” (y/n) spoke up, breaking the silence. Diaval's hand raised to scratch the back of his neck and slowed his pace to walk beside her. “Yes, well…she saved my life, I am indebted to her. I am her willful servant.” She looked at him, “How does that work? I don't mean to be rude but, what do you offer her?” He responded with a laugh, “Well, nowadays, mainly my friendship…and whatever tasks she bestows upon me that she doesn’t feel like doing herself. Like keeping an eye on you.” He poked at your shoulder, to which you swatted away. “Sorry…But! I was originally meant to be her wings,” you cocked your head to the side, not understanding what he meant. “You see, a couple of decades ago Maleficent had her wings taken from her. Without them, she found use in me to take their place since she could no longer fly to go and do the things she needed,” Diaval said playing with the end of his sleeve. “What kind of things did she make you do then?” she asked. “It was mainly espionage," Diaval pursed his lips. That didn’t sound good, nor did it make them look good. He was losing his chance with her before there was even a possibility of one. (y/n) stopped walking and stood in place, “Espionage?! Hold on, what?!” she began. “I made it sound worse than it actually was, you see years ago Maleficent had a bit of a…” Diaval tried to find the right words to put together, “grudge with King Stephan and she would send me to keep an eye on him.” Right, THAT King Stephan. The story of a mad king and his battle with a fae from the moors that ended in his death. Maleficent being that fae. She always did wonder how it was that Maleficent found out about the christening; the answer stood in front of her. She began to walk again with Diaval joining, “I remember King Stephan, though I don’t know much about him other than his daughter Aurora. My family lived in a small independent village far away from his kingdom. We’d get the occasional straggler from his kingdom; they never had anything nice to say about him,” she said murmuring the last bit. “Yeah…he was a real piece of-” “HOLD ON,” she said cutting him off and stopping in her tracks. “I was 7 when Aurora was cursed, and you look about what, a couple of years older than me. Did Maleficent send out a child, bird, person to be her spy?” she asked with a look of utter confusion on her face. “No! Of course not, that would be weird. I looked the way I am now,” He replied. “But that doesn’t make any sense. The sands of time have had no effect on you whatsoever.” She begins to walk closer to him, inspecting his face looking for any sign of aging. Diaval’s face begins to flush. He’s not used to having anyone that close to his face. “I mean, if what you say is true, then you shouldn't you be what? In your late 40s? Early 50s?” She says while still being up in his face. “I-I guess I never really thought a-about it. Guess I’ll chalk it up to my mistress's magic.” Diaval stumbles over his words at her closeness. (y/n) finally steps back from his face. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so close to you like that. It’s just, you’re a strange specimen. I’ve seen a lot of things, but never something like this.” Specimen? Is that what she thought of him? Rude. “Well!” He huffed out, “We’re a couple of minutes to the border. Maleficent will be waiting for us there, and you can ask her yourself!” Not a chance, she thought to herself as Diaval turned around quickly and began to walk, (y/n) following behind him quietly. Diaval raised his palms to his face, massaging his cheeks as if that would make the flushed redness go away faster. He couldn’t have Maleficent see him in this state, all flustered and nervous.

Diaval x (AFAB) Reader

Chapter 3/?

Word count: 1,133

Summary: Diaval finally meet the strange woman in his human form

A/N: So it turns out trying to juggle writing a fic, finishing up senior year of art school, and also working a job and an intership would be hard...but anyway, here you gooooo! If there are typos and bad grammar ignore it lol. English is not my first language :P

To be honest, it could have gone worse. She could have gone and cursed her, well…she might have, he was about to find out. But years ago, if this had happened then, she probably would have lashed out and yelled at him or turned him into a worm. She had changed a lot since then, she had healed a lot. Even then, Maleficent was an untamable flame, he never knew what she was going to do next. She was Diaval's closest friend, they had been through so much together in the past years. He was worried that what he said yesterday could have stirred something. He knew how she felt about love, she had a very complicated relationship with it. When poor Aurora first began seeing Philip, she would always go to update him first before Maleficent. Aurora knew Maleficent hated hearing about Philp and knew Diaval would gladly lend an ear. After hearing all of Aurora's retellings of her dates in the moors with Philip, he wondered if he would ever find someone like that for himself. What luck he had that right as he did, she was off to leave forever. All these thoughts and more plagued his thoughts as he made his way to the eastern border of the moors. 

So much walking and all to say goodbye to a woman who had never even seen him in his human form. Now that he thought about it, she only knew him as a bird, and the idea of a strange man walking up to you in a dark forest and claiming to know you, only to reveal that he was actually a bird, would drive any sane person away. He didn’t think this through, he was having second thoughts. Maybe he should just walk away. This was a bad idea. “Pretty bird! Pretty bird, where are you? Don’t you want to wish me farewell?” she went quiet for a second “I brought you food!” He heard her call out for him. Crap. He couldn’t turn back now, she would definitely hear him. His palms were beginning to sweat, his knees felt weak, he felt like puking, not to mention his heart began to race. Being a human was awful and miserable; he never got used to it, even after all these years. He took a step forward and accidentally stepped on a twig, breaking it. Her head whipped over to his direction and made eye contact with him. She gasped and began to back away slowly as if she saw a dangerous beast. “My lady, do not be afraid. It's me…your um, Plucky. It may be hard to believe, but I promise you it's true.” He said timidly to her whilst holding out his hand, carefully walking towards her to scare her off like frightened deer. She looked at him with a confused face. She stepped back again and furrowed her brows. “How do I know you're Plucky and not some strange man who's been watching me and my bird from afar, trying to deceive me?” she said rightfully, suspiciously. He smiled at her ‘my bird’ comment but gave her a look of agreement and nodded his head.  A reasonable question, “Well, for starters, my name is not ‘Plucky’ it's Diaval. I don't even know what Plucky means, and all this time you’ve been calling me a crow, which I’m simply not, I’m a raven.” He said while counting his points on his fingers, “Did no one ever teach you the difference?” She shook her head quietly. He pointed to himself, “We ravens are big and beautiful, crows and small and ugly.” She backed up again, “uh huhhhh,” he was losing her, and he was making himself look crazy. “Wait!” he held both hands up, “when we first met, you fed me bread crumbs and squawked back to me, and ever since you would either bring me lentils or berries or!-” his own mad ramblings were cut off by his own squawking. He was a raven again, how? The woman gasped and fell backwards in shock, seeing him transform into the Plucky she recognized, well…Diaval, since that's what his name was apparently. 

A giant winged creature landed behind her and Diaval. This creature she did recognize. It was the fae mother of the new Queen Aurora. A powerful woman who demanded respect. She slowly turned to look at her. She stood tall in a black dress with a tall staff. One that Diaval flew over to perch on. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you…?” “(y/n), m-my name is (y/n).” She responded quickly in fear of Maleficent. She had heard stories, some good, some bad, all of them suggested she was not a person to be messed with. “(y/n), I’ve heard quite a bit from my friend here Diaval…” Maleficent's hand raised to pet him. “I sent him to keep an eye on you when you came to the Moors. I don’t appreciate when curious humans stick their noses where they don’t belong.” (y/n) held her head low, she felt like a child being scolded. “Diaval, however, has vouched for you and said you’ve only come to the Moors to study its flora. Is this true?” she looked down upon the trembling human. “Yes, ma’am, I'm a healer, I work with nature, and I simply wanted to study the plants that grew here,” she lifted her head up to look at the glowing foreign plants that surrounded them. “I’ve never seen anything like them,” she said with a shy smile on her face. “Well? Don’t you have plenty on your end to study and cultivate?” Maleficent asked. “I do-” “Then why come here?” Maleficent cut her off, and to that Diaval made a noise of disapproval. “I…I just was curious ma’am, there was no other reason.” Maleficent looked her over with pursed lips, she could tell she was telling the truth. Just another curious little human. Maleficent sent a gust of magic towards (y/n) causing her cape to fly open and expose her bag holding her journal. The magical gust of wind then reverses itself sending the book flying into her hand. “Hey! That's mine!” (y/n) begins to move, but with the wave of Maleficent’s hand, she becomes frozen in place. “Quite busy you've been these past few months,” Maleficent said while flipping through the pages of her journal, carefully reading through some pages. “Glowing teal flower…growing 8 inches from the ground floor and possesses the same shape and smell as lavender buds, could possibly have the same calming properties,” Maleficent read out loud from her book before slamming it shut. “Diaval, bring her to the border of Ulstead.” She said before unfreezing (y/n), transforming Diaval into a human again, and taking off. “Im sure she’ll give you your book back!” Diaval let out a small light-hearted laugh.

Diaval x (AFAB) Reader

Chapter 2/?

Word count: 841

Summary: Maleficent sends Diaval to keep an eye on a mysterious woman on the border of the Moors

A/N: I'm typin like crazy with this fic I'm going crazy THE VOICES!!!!

She returned a week later, and just as before, Diaval found her squatted near the ground, sketching and writing about the various plants around the border of the Moors. He landed on a tree stump not too far from her and watched her quietly as she went from plant to plant. Eventually, she spotted him and slowly made her way over to him, so as not to scare him. “You see, I would have thought it was a coincidence that we met twice before, but now a third time? I'm starting to think that you're following me, plucky.” Was she starting to catch on to him? His cover had been blown, and Maleficent would be upset, he thought. “Good thing I had a feeling I’d see you again.” She reached into her pouch and placed a pile of lentils onto the grassy ground and backed up so that he could approach the food without fear. “Come on, come eat pretty bird.” he may not have known what plucky meant, but pretty bird? That he did know, and it was about time too! It had been too long since someone acknowledged his beauty, and he gladly accepted the lentils.

Thus started a sort of routine, over the span of two months, every time the strange woman appeared in the Moors, Diaval watched over her as Maleficent ordered. However, over time he found himself enjoying accompanying her. It could have been because she brought him food every time they met, but nevertheless, he enjoyed looking at her and he enjoyed her ramblings; not many people, besides Maleficent and Aurora, would talk with a raven. Diaval eventually began to bring her new plants from further deep into the Moors for her to study; since by the orders of Maleficent, she was not allowed to go any deeper into the Moors, and the beaming look of happiness would make him puff his feathered chest out in accomplishment every time. Today was no different; he had brought her a pink iridescent flower for her to inspect and catalog in her book. “Good bird, you’ve brought me a wonderful specimen this time,” she said, delicately petting his head with two fingers. In return for a job well done, she poured out some seeds that she brought for him. “Enjoy them while they last, plucky. Tomorrow will be the last for a long time. I must travel two towns over and find myself a new home,” he squawked at her in surprise, and she returned the squawk and sighed. “Let's just say I got myself into some trouble and I’m not welcome there.” Diaval began to panic. “She can’t leave!” he thought. He could not have his favorite human (besides Aurora) be gone for who knows how long. Who was going to talk to him and keep him company and bring him food? Sure, there was Maleficent, but Maleficent had Aurora, and while Maleficent was his friend, he was still her servant first and foremost. He didn’t know what this woman was to him; Maleficent was his friend, but what he felt for this woman went deeper than a friend. He liked this strange woman, she couldn't leave! Oh…he liked this strange woman. Maybe it wasn’t just the food. He flew off immediately, leaving the poor woman to wonder why her crow (raven) friend left so unusually early.

“She’s leaving!” Diaval exclaimed mid-transformation and clumsily landed on his feet. “She does every time, what else is new?” she said aloof, leaning on a tree, watching the water fairies dance from afar. “No, like for good, she told me so just now.” He said, exasperated. “Good, then you no longer have to keep watch over her any longer. I don't see why you are so upset. If anything, you should be happy you’ve got free time again.” He sighed at her words, “I'm upset because I enjoyed watching her!” He stopped in his tracks. He said too much and watched as Maleficent slowly turned her head to look at him. “You…enjoyed it? Diaval, is there something you’ve not been telling me?” She had a look on her face that he couldn’t quite decipher. Her face was stern and cold, yet her tone was soft. “I…I believe my affection for her has grown these past few months. I would like to-” He paused, he wanted to say that he wanted to fly out and follow her to her new home tomorrow, so that he could visit her in her new home, but Maleficent wouldn’t allow it. She’d surely notice his prolonged absence if he were constantly flying back and forth from towns. He opened his mouth to continue, “I would like to say goodbye to her tomorrow, in this form… if I may, mistress. I would like to at least like to bid her goodbye in a language she understands.” Maleficent remains quiet, looking at Diaval. She continues to look at him as she begins to walk past him and flies off. Diaval remains where she once stood, still human.

Diaval x (AFAB) Reader

Chapter 1/?

Word count: 798

Summary: Maleficent sends Diaval to keep an eye on a mysterious woman on the border of the Moors

A/N: First chapter is kinda short, but that's because I moved back into my dorm for my senior year of art school, BUT! I finally settled back in, so I can put all my attention to writing more fics! >:3

There was a figure that entered the moors on the far eastern border. Being her servant, Maleficent had sent Diaval to assess the situation and determine whether it was a significant enough threat to warrant her intervention. As he arrived, Diaval landed on a tree branch as soon as he spotted the mysterious human. Even though the moors had united with the human kingdom after Queen Aurora and King Philip were married, the human residents were still too afraid to set foot near the direction of the moors, and yet this human found herself carefully tiptoeing around. Diaval watched her like, well…a hawk, as she removed the hood from her head, he finally got a good look at her face. She had a look of awe on her face, taking in the scenery of the nature around her. She bent down to take a closer look at the foreign plants growing up from the ground. Her fingers pinch around a flower as if about to pluck it from the ground. Diaval squawks a warning at her, getting her to turn around in surprise, and spots him in the tree. He squawks one more time as if to tell her not to pick the flower, in fear of angering Maleficent, who did not like humans coming in and taking things that weren’t theirs. She mimics him, squawking back at him. He's taken aback at her mimicking him. He’s been shooed, ignored, and yelled at by humans but never squawked at by one. He kept his eye on her as she began walking off back in the direction of the human kingdom, eventually becoming a tiny dot in the distance. Diaval flew off quickly, off to report back to Maleficent of the non-threat. 

Two days later, once again on the eastern border, a figure had entered the moors, and Maleficent had once again sent Diaval to assess the situation. It was the same hooded woman as before. He found her inspecting the same flower she had almost plucked before and scribbled down notes in a book. He landed on a boulder in front of her and squawked at her. Again, she squawked back at him. She narrowed her eyes at him, “Hmm, yes, you’re that same noisy little bird from the last time”. She spoke to him before returning back to what she was doing. Diaval hopped closer to her to try and see what she was writing; after spending so much time with humans and as one too, he’d picked up on some human skills like reading. Peering in closer, he could see she was sketching the flower and writing down the description of its appearance. The human woman noticed him and stopped to turn to look at him. “Aren't you a curious little thing? And brave to get this close to a human too.” A sly smile appeared on her face, and she pretended to try and grab him to scare him off so that he would go away. Diaval jumped back in response, trying not to get caught by her hands, and squawked at her once more. “Calm down! I'm not gonna hurt you, I was just playing with you. Here now, shoo.” She laughed as she dug into her side pouch and broke off a bit of her lunch bread and tossed it at him. Never one to turn down some food, Diaval hopped down from his boulder and pecked at the bread crumbs on the ground. While he was occupied with bread crumbs, she flipped her journal from a vertical position to a horizontal one and began to sketch him. As she finished sketching him, she began to speak out loud about what she was writing about him. “Fairly large, plucky, black colored crow…” she wrote slowly. He didn’t know what plucky meant, but Crow?!?!? He thought and began squawking at her. If he could talk, he’d be telling her, “Im a raven!!! Ravens are big and beautiful and majestic! I am NOT a crow! Crows are dirty, tiny, and simply beneath ravens!” The woman, clearly taken aback by the bird in front of her, apparently yelling at her for some unknown reason, reaches back into her pouch and tosses it more bread crumbs. That worked to shut Diaval up, and by the time he finished with his crumbs and looked back up, the woman had left. Yet again, he was off to tell Maleficent of the strange woman drawing plants on the eastern border of the moors, who had also misidentified him as a crow. To which was met with Maleficent's laughter. Diaval’s plights always made her laugh; he would just roll his eyes. From then on, if the woman were to appear again, Diaval was ordered to keep a watchful eye on her. 

i remember ravaging for fics but i only found half-finished fics and fics that completely mischaracterised him. im so gonna eat all your fics up (it is a threat he4hehehehe)

AND YOU WRITE FOR LEGOLAS??? sign me tf up

ANOTHER DIAVAL ENJOYER!!!! HUZZAHHH!!

I only just start writing on this new account, but expect another Diaval fic soon… 🫣

I also draw him sometimes 👀 (shameless art acc plug hehe Im also @quaildoodle on insta too 😋)