Having seen Maleficent twice in the last week I think it's safe to say I ship Maleficent/Diaval something fierce. However, I ship them in a very... specific way - one the kind of toes the line between platonic and romantic love, and being quite comfortable leaving it undefined. So many of my fics will probably read as being platonic if you don't ship and romantic if you do. And I'll leave that to you. Enjoy :)
"Ah, but it would be nice to find someone who looks at me the way Diaval looks at you"
Maleficent raised her eyebrows but said nothing. She had long since learned that Aurora would not let her romantic notions about she and Diaval go, no matter what either said about it.
It wasn't that Maleficent didn't care about her raven-man; one could not spend upwards of sixteen years with a constant companion and not feel anything for them. He amused her, comforted her, infuriated her and she didn't know where she'd be without him. And while she had freed him not long ago he'd shown no interest in leaving. But if there was anything breaking Aurora's curse had shown, it was that love and romance were not always the same thing, and didn't have to be. But there was no telling the young queen that, and even if she did it would likely do no good.
Instead, Diaval spoke up from where he'd reclined under a nearby tree and, until that moment, had appeared to be asleep. "How I look at her? What - In irritation? An odd wish for your future mate, my queen."
Aurora sighed, both exasperated and amused, but dropped it – at least for today – while Maleficent gave her one-time servant a knowing smirk. He winked and returned to his rest.
I'd seen a lot of 'the way Diaval looks at Maleficent' mentioned in fics and this has always been what I wanted his response to be.
Anyways, this is the first of numerous. I hope you like them!