So this Maleficient/Diaval post showed up on Tumblr and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yabamena reblogged it and tagged it requesting fic. Just like that, I suddenly got bitten by a writing bug and this fell out of me, so I posted it for her. Maleficient/Diaval, G, etc. etc.
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"Whatever you need, Mistress."
And so Diaval became Maleficient’s wings. He became them small and feathered. He became them large and leathery. He became her eyes, her breath, her iron will. When she darkened more, he became her compassion, her gentility, the part of her that still remained, however hidden. He became whatever she needed, not just because she needed it, but because he was willing to give.
And when she remembered how to open her heart again, she found he’d been there all along, for that too was what she needed.
yabamena reblogged it and tagged it requesting fic. Just like that, I suddenly got bitten by a writing bug and this fell out of me, so I posted it for her. Maleficient/Diaval, G, etc. etc.--
"Whatever you need, Mistress."
And so Diaval became Maleficient’s wings. He became them small and feathered. He became them large and leathery. He became her eyes, her breath, her iron will. When she darkened more, he became her compassion, her gentility, the part of her that still remained, however hidden. He became whatever she needed, not just because she needed it, but because he was willing to give.
And when she remembered how to open her heart again, she found he’d been there all along, for that too was what she needed.
