jackharnkess answered:teacher!maleficent, student!aurora, telling auroras parents about their taboo relationship

Okay, today is the day. I've been dating my girlfriend for a few months now, and I had to break the news to my parents before they found out first. There's was only a few little problems. They didn't even know I liked girls. They didn't know I was actively dating one. And that girl was actually my college professor. Oh, and she happened to be one of my father's ex's from when they were in college.

I had intended to sigh to calm my nerves, but I was instead holding my breath for a good minute. I only released the air when Maleficent touched my hand.

I looked down at her hand on mine and then up at her. She had this magical way of making me feel safe without saying anything. It was stressful that my parents were not going to take any of this news well. Lots of kids were disowned by their parents for being gay, and put under house arrest for dating a teacher. And this was both of those misfortunes being told to both of my parents in the same day, no warning.

But Maleficent had promised that I was more than welcome to live with her if it came to that. So even if my parents hated me, I would at least have somewhere to go where someone loved me.

"Are you sure you want to still do this, Aurora?"

I smiled at her. She was so sweet, always asking my approval. This had been the third time she asked me, and her concern for my well-being will forever mean the world to me.

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't want to keep you a secret anymore." I looked out the car door at my parents house. "Plus, mom and dad are probably wondering why some stranger's car has been parked in their driveway for so long."

She nodded and we both got out of the car at the same time, making our way up the sidewalk to my parents house. I knocked on the door and waited. Thankfully my mother answered the door. She was more sensible than my father was, so at least Maleficent would make it through the door.

"Aurora!" she exclaimed. "You didn't call and tell me you were bringing company, I would've made something." She let us come in, and of course my father was home. And he was not happy to see Maleficent in the slightest.

I looked back at her, and she remained inexpressive, the way she always did when she was trying to make the impression that she's better than everyone in the room. I stifled a laugh as I took a seat on the couch, and she sat beside me.

"Mom, this is Maleficent!" I motioned toward her, and the two shook each other's hand.

"Nice to meet you!" said mother. "You're Aurora's teacher, correct? Maleficent Moors?"

"Yes, that's me." Maleficent smiled kindly at her. I could tell that she liked my mom. That was important to me. But unfortunately now my mother knew she was my teacher.

"Aurora talks about your class all the time. But she never mentioned that you were her teacher!" There was a reason I left that part out. "Stefan, come in here, don't be rude. Come and meet Aurora's friend."

"We've met." he replied, taking a seat in his usual chair across from the couch. He was angry.

I gulped, looking between the two as mom got some refreshments for us. She came back and sat in her own hair next to my father. Each chair complemented them. Mom's was soft and comfortable. Dad's was wooden and rough.

"Mom, Dad. I have something to tell you." I took a deep breath and looked at Maleficent. She nodded at me assuringly. This was it. I braced myself for the crying, the yelling, and for my father to tell me that I was never his daughter. But it had to be said. I couldn't bare withholding the truth from them any longer. "I'm gay."

There was an uncomfortable pause. But at least my mother was... smiling?

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." she said. Why was she sorry? "You didn't have to worry about telling us that. We're your parents. And we love you no matter who you love."

I could've cried. My father wasn't throwing things, and my mother was her compassionate self like I always knew her to be. How could I have ever thought that she would ever disown me? Instead of crying, I smiled wide and grabbed Maleficent's hand. She had always supported me, been someone I could trust. And now I could share my life with her. "Then in that case, Maleficent and I-"

"Yes, we know." My father said. He may have been angry, He had every right to be. But he wasn't exploding. So that was good.

I continued. "And I know the age difference is-"

My mother spoke this time. "We're very glad that you feel comfortable enough to share this with us, it shows great maturity on your part."

"And the power disparity might seem - "

My mother stood up and went to the kitchen. "Does she have any food preferences we should be aware of when we invite her to dinner?" She came back with her magnetic marker board. She was going to write this down. It was adorable.

"I have no food preferences, but I'm-"

"She's allergic to iron."

"Well then I'll finally have a use for the ceramic flatware I've been dying to use!"