The Magic & The Wings. Diaval x Reader

Part 12

You lower your head to allow Diaval to reach the feathers and let out a small, whisper-like 'Awk' in appreciation. Once Diaval is finished, you begin to preen him. He closes his eyes and revels in the feel of your beak against his feathers.

Once you're both back at the cottage, Diaval brings up promise you had made earlier.

"What is it You wish to learn first?"

"To write. I wish to translate my words onto a piece of paper."

"Okay." You smile and kiss his cheek. You leave the room and return with a piece of paper, a quill and a bottle of ink. Diaval watches as you show him how to write his name. You hand him the quill and push the piece of paper towards him. He looks at your scrolly writing and then back at you.

"I think this may be a bit too difficult."

"Just copy what you see."

His first attempt is a disaster. As is his second and third. He ceases his brow in frustration and throws the quill across the table.

"I can't do it."

"You can." You smile stroking his cheek. You retrieve the quill and place it in his hand. Then you place your hand over his. You guide his hand and watch as the quill leaves behind a trail of ink.

"I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it!" Diaval laughs.

"I told you you could."

He repeats it by himself and gets it perfect. "What's next?"

"I think one word I enough for today."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He smiles.

The next day the topic of the wedding is brought up. Aurora, Philip and Maleficent declare they will take full responsibility for everything.

"It will be a surprise!" Aurora shrieks. "It will be glorious!"

"I don't know. . ." You say still a little unsure. You really did want to plan your own wedding, after all, it was yours and Diaval's big day.

"Trust us." Says Maleficent from across the ball room in the castle. "We know what we're doing."

"Well. . . alright. . . Diaval, are you alright with this?"

Diaval lifts his head and stops playing with the material of the curtains "What?"

"Are you okay with them planning the wedding?"

"If m'lady is happy, I am happy."

You smile and turn back to Aurora. "Very well."

"Yey!" She squeals and hugs your middle.

(le time skip *about three hours*)

You groan and the headache that pounds against you skull like a wood pecker. You had started to feel ill about half an hour before you left the castle.

"Are you alright m'lady?"

"Yes, I think so." That's when you begin to gag. You run to the bathroom and only just reach the toilet. Diaval runs after you and pulls your hair back out of your face.

"Oh god." You mutter, placing your forehead against the cool floor. Diaval strokes your back soothingly while you catch your breath.

"You need to see a healer."

"I will tomorrow."

"No, you will today."

"Diaval," You whine again. "One has no energy to move."

"I will bring her to you."

"No Diaval I'm fine."

"Please m'lady."

"Diaval. . . " You look up and are met with his worried eyes. You sigh in frustration. "Fine."

"Thank you." He says helping you up. He leads you to the bedroom. He sits you down and places a kiss to your head. "I'll return soon."

"Mmhhmm." You mumble, closing your eyes.

Diaval leaves quickly in his raven form. His wings carry him to an old fairy who lives isolated at the back of the forest. He once heard of her wisdom and healing powers. He sees the old branches that intertwine to make a door and lands. He transforms and runs to the door, knocking like a mad man. She opens the door and look at him. Diaval gulps and quickly introduces himself. The old woman had no wings, like yourself. Her black hair interlaced with silver shines in the sun while her green piercing eyes pin to Diaval's. Her long, ragged, black dress trailing across the ground. Some say she is more of a witch than a fairy.

"My name is Diaval. My mate, their is something wrong with her and I don't know what it is. Can you help?"

The woman stares wordlessly before she tilt her head to the side. "You used to be a raven." She states.

Diaval's mouth opens slightly, as if he was about to say something before he shuts it and shakes his head slightly.

"I don't see how that has anything to do with it."

"It doesn't." She mumbles

"Then why- what was the p-I'm getting off track. Can you help her or not?"

"I don't know, can I?"

"What?" Diaval's mood changed from panic to confusion to pure frustration. "Why are you asking me? You're the healer."

"To help the girl, I must first see her."

"Oh, yes, right. Follow me." He suddenly feels stupid.

Diaval transforms and takes to the skies. The old woman shakes her head and steps from her wooden cabin.

He flies quickly, not turning back. He reaches the house and is met by the fairy.

"How did you get here so fast?" He breaths trying to catch his breath; it had been a long time since he had flew that fast. The woman, who was currently leaning against the front door, pushed herself upright.

"Teleportation, Diaval."

"But I thought you had to have visited the place before yo-that doesn't even matter. Just can you tell us what's wrong with her?"

Diaval escorts her to the bedroom. The woman introduces herself as Winnie and waves her hand. Green mist flies from her fingers and hovers over your stomach. You look up and sigh. "He's just making a big fuss over nothing. It's probably nothing more than the flu."

"Well, there's nothing to worry about."

You smile and look at Diaval. "You see? Nothing more than a common flu."

"I wouldn't call it a flu." The woman says.

"And what prey tell would you call it?" Diaval asks tilting his head to the side.

"I would say you were with child."

You jaw hangs open. "I- I'm what?!"

"You are with child. You hold with in you a miracle."

"She's? We're going to? Baby?" Diaval stutters feeling around for a chair to collapse in.

"Yes." The woman smiles and then disappears in a a grey mist. You stay frozen for a minute, your brain trying to process the information you had just been given.

"(F/n)," Diaval says calmly.

"Yes?" You reply flatly.

"We're going to have a baby!"

Your head turns to find him sat in a chair, a massive smile covering his face.

"I guess we are!" You laugh.

"I'm going to be a father. My own baby hatching." He smiles. "We'll have our own little family."