#maleficant

[hattersarts]

the new queen

[fima11]

diafamily post

something about little Silver and Malleus doesn't sit right with me. idk what's going on in the story between them but I wanted to draw a bit of a brotherly bond with huge age gap.

and an older sleepyhead moment too. Because I know Sebek cares for him in his own way.

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Character designs for Sleeping Beauty by Marc Davis

[poppetsisters]

A crossover for the ages.

[cupcakeshakesnake]

First fanart has to be a meme

And the second, and the third...

[floatyflowers]

Hi, I was wondering if you can do a Dark Male! Maleficent x female reader who is the mother of Aurora?

You were once the beloved of Maleficent, the dark and powerful fae lord, before King Stefan, his closest friend, stole you away, marrying you and making you queen.

When you bear Stefan a daughter, Princess Aurora, Maleficent's betrayed heart turns to vengeance.

He curses the child, ensuring she will die when she pricks her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel before the sun sets on her 16th birthday and dies.

Merryweather softened the curse so she would only fall into a deep sleep instead of dying on her sixteenth birthday unless true love’s kiss breaks the spell.

Your husband assigned three fairies to look after Aurora, and they are Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather.

However, you insisted on going with them to look after your daughter, to which Stefan hesitantly agreed.

One evening, as you gathered herbs near the edge of the forest with Aurora, you felt it, a presence, dark and familiar.

"Does Stefan ever visit?"

The voice echoed through the trees, sending a shiver down your spine. You turned slowly, your breath catching as he emerged from the trees

Maleficent.

Taller than you remembered, his horns gleaming like polished onyx, his green eyes glowing in the dim light.

His cloak of raven feathers shifted with every step, the air around him humming with restrained power.

"No," you answered softly, gripping your basket tighter. "He never has."

Maleficent's lips curled into a smirk. "How tragic. To abandon his wife and child… just as he abandoned loyalty."

You swallowed hard. "Why are you here?"

His gaze burned into yours.

"I could ask you the same. You were a queen. Now you live in a cottage, hiding like a common thief."

"I'm protecting my daughter," you snapped.

"From me?" He asks.

His gaze turns to the unaware princess as she happily collects the herbs.

"I could remove the curse."

Your heart fills with hope as you quickly demand what he wants.

"What are your conditions?"

"You know what I want," he said.

Your breath hitched.

"I loved you. Before he ever dared whisper your name. I would have razed kingdoms for your happiness, and yet..." His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

"He took you. Lied to me, made me believe you had chosen him."

Your eyes widened. "That’s not true!"

"Is it not?" he snapped, stepping closer, his voice like thunder beneath his breath.

"He told me you saw me as a monster, that you were frightened of what I was, that you were grateful he saved you.”

"I never said that!" you gasped.

"Stefan… he told me you had left, that you were consumed by darkness and no longer cared-"

Maleficent's eyes narrowed, coming to realise what has happened.

"He poisoned us both."

"I would have chosen you," you admit, voice trembling.

"I did choose you. But when he said you were gone, I-"

He was in front of you now, so close, his scent giving you nostalgia.

His hand lifted, hesitated, then brushed a strand of hair from your cheek, the touch was gentle.

"Then come back to me," Maleficent stares firmly.

"You, leave this hollow life behind, the curse remains unless I lift it. But I will not do so unless I know you are mine again."

"I can't just walk away," you said. "She's his daughter too."

"He does not deserve her," Maleficent said coldly. "And you know it. He has not lifted a finger to protect her. You have. You’ve always been the one.”

Your gaze moves to your daughter, thinking matters over.

"Renounce your marriage to him, and I will make you my wife and I will raise Aurora as my daughter and make her the princess of the Moors."

Now, staring back at the Fae king, you make your decision.

You are ready to sacrifice everything for your daughter's safety.

"As long as you keep your promise and lift the curse I will also keep my promise."

Part Two>>>

[evelmiina]

Poster I illustrated for Mondo! Will be a limited edition screen print. AD Josh Manderville, typography by Nolan Fleming

[fisheem4mmal]

Today is not only Malleus's Birthday, but also Lilia's 'rebirth!'

Happy Birthday Malleus!

[tacc0yak1]

so the nintendo direct announced a new villains game in a cafe setting and immediately thought of this queen…

[soviet-furries]

The Frog Princess (Царевна-лягушка)

Soyuzmultfilm, 1954

[eng sub] [HD on vk]

[cinemapix]

Maleficent dir. Robert Stromberg | 2014

[hattersarts]

the beast! the wicked one! it!

[tampire]

Maleficent Is Wicked All Along

[marascomics]

The wicked fairy and her rose knight :3

[cupcakeshakesnake]

I watched Sleeping Beauty (1959)

"about to one cycle maleficent lets go gamers"

[floatyflowers]

Dark Male Maleficent X Aurora's Mother! Reader PART TWO

Requested by: Seven People

<<<Part One

The years passed blissfully within the enchanted Moors. Aurora grew under the watchful eyes of both you and Maleficent, her laughter ringing through the meadows as she played among the creatures of the fae realm.

The curse had long been lifted, and Maleficent had kept his word, Aurora was his daughter in every way but blood, and you, his queen, ruled beside him with love and respect.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of violet and gold, the air grew heavy with tension. As it whispered of an approaching force.  

Maleficent’s grip on his staff tightened, his emerald eyes narrowing. "Stefan."  

Your heart clenched. The name alone was a ghost of a past you’d buried.  

King Stefan's army amassed at the borders of the Moors, their banners fluttering in the wind. At their helm rode Stefan himself, clad in armor, his expression unreadable.  

"Return what is mine," his voice boomed across the field, "my wife and my daughter."  

Maleficent’s wings arose a silent challenge.

"You forfeited any claim to them the moment you deceived us both."  

You stepped forward, your voice steady despite the conflict you are feeling.

"Aurora is happy here. She is loved. Can you say the same about your relationship with her as a father, Stefan? Or were the throne and your pride always worth more than her?"  

"You are my wife!"

"The woman who was once your wife is now married to me, and Aurora is my daughter."

Stefan’s face twisted in fury, his grip tightening on his sword.

"You stole them from me!"  

Maleficent’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "No, Stefan. You drove them away. You abandoned them. I merely gave them what you never could, love and safety."  

Stefan’s sword glinted in the dying light as he took a threatening step forward. Maleficent didn’t flinch, but his voice dropped low, a command meant only for you.

"Go. Take Aurora inside."

You hesitated, your fingers brushing against his arm. "Maleficent-"

"Now." His tone left no room for argument.

Aurora reached for your hand, her eyes wide. "Mother…"

With one last glance at the man who had once been your husband, now a stranger clad in armor and rage, you pulled Aurora back toward the heart of the Moors, the enchanted trees closing protectively behind you.

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The sounds of battle echoed through the night, steel against magic, shouts swallowed by the roar of the forest itself.

You sat with Aurora in the great hall of the fae palace, her head resting against your shoulder as you both waited, listening.

Hours passed.

Then silence.

The doors creaked open, and there he stood.

Maleficent.

His cloak was torn, his hands stained with blood, some his own, some not. His horns gleamed darkly under the torchlight, his breathing ragged. But his eyes, those emerald eyes, found yours instantly.

Without a word, he crossed the room and sank to his knees before you.

Then, with a shuddering exhale, he let his forehead rest against your lap, his body trembling with exhaustion.

Your fingers immediately carded through his hair, brushing away the dirt and sweat. Aurora, wide-eyed but unafraid, reached out to touch his shoulder.

"You’re hurt," you whispered.

He let out a dark chuckle, the sound rough against your skirts. "Not as much as he is."

Aurora swallowed.

"Is he…?"

"Gone," Maleficent replies. "Banished. He won’t return."

However, you knew that 'Banished' means killed, Maleficent just doesn't want to frighten Aurora.

You bent over him, pressing your lips to the crown of his head. "Good."

For a long moment, the three of you stayed like that, a tangle of relief and lingering adrenaline, the warmth of the hearth chasing away the night’s chill.

Then Maleficent lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his voice raw.

"I told you I would protect what's mine."

And as Aurora curled into his side, as your hands cradled his face, you knew no power in this world or any other could break what you had built.

Not again.