Engaging Vanille in his library had lent reading a whole new dimension, and Hope was bursting to explore it all. Although, he didn't expect his zen plans to be thwarted by a pink-haired banshee and fluffy tutus. AU.

She needed his wings, she said. But he never knew exactly why, even after a year in her company. Everyone in the Moors knew Maleficent could fly. [Madiaval]

It started as a jest, as things between them always do. But after 500 years she probably should have learned that he takes the ridiculous ideas seriously. [LR-verse] Updated.

The vast ceiling provided a canvas on which his mind could paint the deep twilight sky, stars scattered like pearls from a broken necklace, and the tangible warmth that cocooned them both, where his memory frayed at the edges.