A/N This is just something that I had in mind while watching the movie. I couldn't help but think that Maleficent and Diaval were going to end up with each other, or at least become close friends. So of course, this had to be made. :)

DISCLAIMER; I DON'T OWN MALEFICENT.

"You will be my wings" She said.

And he was.

He flew over the highest mountains, through the thickest weeds, and past the tallest towers for her. He never once questioned her authority, and he never would. He was indebted to her. Ever since she'd saved his life. But that wasn't the reason why he flew.

He flew so he could tell her how beautiful the sun's rays were when they reflected off the river's water, how the rainbow looked from the other side of the moors, how small all the woodland creatures appeared from up in the clouds, and what news he brought back from the castle. Because now, he was her wings.

And he would not let her be deprived of the wonders she saw when she still had her own. He remembered one time he had seen her, standing by the river, staring up at the birds in the sky with a far more pained expression than usual. When he had asked her what was wrong, she did not reply. Instead, she turned her head away from him in shame. But he didn't really have to ask, to know what was troubling her. He already knew.

"You miss your wings." he said in a hushed whisper.

She slowly turned her head back around to face him, revealing a single tear on her cheek.

And in that moment he realized, he never wanted to see her hurt again. It hurt him to see her hurt. To see her vulnerable. He knew how it felt to be grounded every time she turned him human. It was an awful feeling, unbearable, even. But if it meant being able to spend more time by her side, he was willing to temporarily give up his ability of flight.

Because unlike what most people believed, Diaval knew Maleficent wasn't a 'wicked witch'. She was just a poor fairy with missing wings and a broken heart. And although he knew it was foolish of him to think, he still believed that maybe he would be able to mend her broken heart. Or at least lessen the pain she carried with her.

And she seemed to be more happy in his presence.

She made no gesture or expression that had told him otherwise.

A/N Well, I hope you liked it! I may add more chapters to it later, but we'll have to see. Tell me if you spot any typos, I've proof-read this a bunch of times, but I still feel like there's some lurking in there somewhere... _