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salmon_pinkTitle: In The Bloom Of A Rose
Fandom: Disney (Sleeping Beauty/Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs)
Pairing: Aurora/Snow White
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1265
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disney_kink meme.
Summary: Love blossoms and lives change.
Briar Rose knew the rules very well. Every time she left the house, she’d hear Flora, Fauna and Merryweather’s voices following her with the same advice - “Don’t talk to strangers.”
Rose wasn’t the disobedient sort. She understood the importance of listening to her elders, the importance of staying safe. She knew the dangers of the forest and the dangers of the people who might lurk there.
Still, there were exceptions for every rule and Rose could never quite bring herself to feel sorry for the one time she chose not to listen.
For when she’d found the girl, Rose hadn’t hesitated, had immediately found herself rushing forward.
The girl’s skin was so deathly pale beneath the rich hues of her dress that for one horrible moment Rose had feared the worst. But there was the soft shake of the girl’s shoulders, the muffled sound of her sobs, and Rose’s hand had reached for the girl’s back without thought.
The girl let out a tiny sound of fear and scrambled back, her dark eyes huge and wary, and Rose had scolded herself for acting so brashly. She held her hands in front of her, palms raised, and knelt on the ground.
“It’s okay,” Rose said, as if gentling a spooked animal. “I won’t hurt you.”
She’d almost expected the girl to run, but instead she surged forwards, tumbling against Rose’s chest, her small hands fisting in the fabric of Rose’s sleeves.
“Please,” the girl whispered, sounding utterly broken, and Rose felt her heart shatter.
She had no idea how long she knelt there, cradling the trembling girl in her arms and stroking her ebony hair, whispering quiet words, gentle promises. The day was overcast, a cruel wind whipping between the trees, but Rose felt no chill. Not until the girl finally pulled back, cheeks tear-stained and ruby lips swollen and parted. Only then did a shiver steal up Rose’s spine.
She pushed a lock of hair from the girl’s forehead and felt her heart skip when the girl didn’t shy from the touch. “My name is Briar Rose.”
“Snow White,” the girl replied, and then she smiled and Rose knew they would be together always.
Flora, Fauna and Merryweather had tried very hard to be angry when Rose had bought Snow White home to the cottage, but that soon melted away as Snow White told them her story. Their faces were stricken as Snow White told them of a jealous queen and a hunter with a last-minute crisis of conscience, and Rose had listened in silence, hands balled into fists until her fingernails bit into her palms, unspeakably angry for the first time in her life.
That night, Snow White had slept within the protective embrace of Rose’s arms. Rose had pressed her lips to the top of Snow White’s head and hummed every lullaby Fauna had ever taught her as Snow White shook and whimpered her way through endless nightmares.
It was quickly agreed that Snow White should stay within the confines of the cottage, lest the hunter come searching for her. Snow White was happy to help with the chores and Rose was happy to watch Snow White relax as she allowed her mind to be occupied with the monotony of a familiar task.
Before, Rose had always loved to take her time exploring the forest, looking for new fruits and berries, but now she found herself hurrying home as soon as her basket was filled, always with a new flower to tuck behind Snow White’s ear.
When weeks turned to a month, Flora, Fauna and Merryweather finally agreed to allow Snow White to accompany Rose into the forest, and a new routine was born. Together they would climb trees and splash in streams and sing with the sounds of the birds. Rose showed Snow White her very favourite place, the incline of a steep hill in the heart of the forest from where they could look out over rolling fields towards the shining castle that pierced the distant sky.
It was in this spot, on the eve of Rose’s fifteenth birthday, that Snow White kissed her for the very first time. Her lips were soft and her mouth tasted of blackberries and Rose gasped at the feel of those lips pressing against her own, felt as if she had been waiting for it since the moment they’d met.
That night, when they curled up together in their shared bed, their hands explored each other, Rose’s fingers stroking over Snow White’s shoulders and the smooth skin of her navel. Their kisses remained innocent, almost chaste, but there was an understanding there. A knowledge that this was only the beginning, that they had the rest of their lives to worship each other.
Time continued to pass, summer turning to autumn as Rose and Snow White rolled together on a bed of crackling leaves, breathless with laughter. Even when the weather grew colder, they would still brave the elements, leaving the comfort of the cottage for the privacy of a forest that was content to keep their secrets.
On the night of Snow White’s sixteenth birthday, Rose pressed down against Snow White’s body, pinning her to the mattress, as their tongues twirled together, slick and sensual, their fingers entwined.
It was in the shadow of Rose’s own rapidly approaching sixteenth birthday that she confessed to Flora, Fauna and Merryweather that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Snow White. Fauna gasped, her hand reaching for Merryweather’s wrist. Flora suddenly looked older than Rose had ever noticed before as she asked, “You are in love with her, aren’t you, child?”
Rose felt the urge to drop her gaze to the floor but she steeled herself, stared right into Flora’s eyes and nodded.
That night, as Snow White slept beside her, Rose could hear tense voices downstairs talking long into the night, although she could not make out the words.
On the morning of her sixteenth birthday, Rose was not sent out for berries as she’d anticipated she would be. Instead, Flora pulled her gently aside and sat down with her.
“My dear,” Flora sighed, her hand squeezing Rose’s knee tightly. “It is your sixteenth birthday and there are many plans for you. If you do not attend them, the people who made them will come searching for you.”
Rose felt a ball of ice form in her chest. Flora’s face was tight and tired and Rose already understood that whatever these plans may be, they did not involve Snow White.
“So, our sweet Briar Rose,” Flora continued, and there were tears in her eyes. “If you have already decided on your own path, now is the time to take your first step.”
For a moment, Rose could not find the words. The noise that ripped through her was one of pure joy as she leapt forward, wrapping her arms around Flora’s shoulders, crying her thanks for so many years of guidance and love.
That evening, as the sun began to sink beneath the line of trees, Rose and Snow White pulled on their cloaks and set out in the opposite direction of the castle that pierced the sky. They could hear Flora, Fauna and Merryweather calling out advice for the last time, but when Rose glanced back the women had already vanished, as if by magic.
There were tears rolling down Rose’s cheeks, but a smile was still on her lips, and Snow White held her hand, just as she always would, and together they began down the path of their shared future.
Fandom: Disney (Sleeping Beauty/Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs)
Pairing: Aurora/Snow White
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1265
Notes: For a prompt at the
disney_kink meme.Summary: Love blossoms and lives change.
Briar Rose knew the rules very well. Every time she left the house, she’d hear Flora, Fauna and Merryweather’s voices following her with the same advice - “Don’t talk to strangers.”
Rose wasn’t the disobedient sort. She understood the importance of listening to her elders, the importance of staying safe. She knew the dangers of the forest and the dangers of the people who might lurk there.
Still, there were exceptions for every rule and Rose could never quite bring herself to feel sorry for the one time she chose not to listen.
For when she’d found the girl, Rose hadn’t hesitated, had immediately found herself rushing forward.
The girl’s skin was so deathly pale beneath the rich hues of her dress that for one horrible moment Rose had feared the worst. But there was the soft shake of the girl’s shoulders, the muffled sound of her sobs, and Rose’s hand had reached for the girl’s back without thought.
The girl let out a tiny sound of fear and scrambled back, her dark eyes huge and wary, and Rose had scolded herself for acting so brashly. She held her hands in front of her, palms raised, and knelt on the ground.
“It’s okay,” Rose said, as if gentling a spooked animal. “I won’t hurt you.”
She’d almost expected the girl to run, but instead she surged forwards, tumbling against Rose’s chest, her small hands fisting in the fabric of Rose’s sleeves.
“Please,” the girl whispered, sounding utterly broken, and Rose felt her heart shatter.
She had no idea how long she knelt there, cradling the trembling girl in her arms and stroking her ebony hair, whispering quiet words, gentle promises. The day was overcast, a cruel wind whipping between the trees, but Rose felt no chill. Not until the girl finally pulled back, cheeks tear-stained and ruby lips swollen and parted. Only then did a shiver steal up Rose’s spine.
She pushed a lock of hair from the girl’s forehead and felt her heart skip when the girl didn’t shy from the touch. “My name is Briar Rose.”
“Snow White,” the girl replied, and then she smiled and Rose knew they would be together always.
Flora, Fauna and Merryweather had tried very hard to be angry when Rose had bought Snow White home to the cottage, but that soon melted away as Snow White told them her story. Their faces were stricken as Snow White told them of a jealous queen and a hunter with a last-minute crisis of conscience, and Rose had listened in silence, hands balled into fists until her fingernails bit into her palms, unspeakably angry for the first time in her life.
That night, Snow White had slept within the protective embrace of Rose’s arms. Rose had pressed her lips to the top of Snow White’s head and hummed every lullaby Fauna had ever taught her as Snow White shook and whimpered her way through endless nightmares.
It was quickly agreed that Snow White should stay within the confines of the cottage, lest the hunter come searching for her. Snow White was happy to help with the chores and Rose was happy to watch Snow White relax as she allowed her mind to be occupied with the monotony of a familiar task.
Before, Rose had always loved to take her time exploring the forest, looking for new fruits and berries, but now she found herself hurrying home as soon as her basket was filled, always with a new flower to tuck behind Snow White’s ear.
When weeks turned to a month, Flora, Fauna and Merryweather finally agreed to allow Snow White to accompany Rose into the forest, and a new routine was born. Together they would climb trees and splash in streams and sing with the sounds of the birds. Rose showed Snow White her very favourite place, the incline of a steep hill in the heart of the forest from where they could look out over rolling fields towards the shining castle that pierced the distant sky.
It was in this spot, on the eve of Rose’s fifteenth birthday, that Snow White kissed her for the very first time. Her lips were soft and her mouth tasted of blackberries and Rose gasped at the feel of those lips pressing against her own, felt as if she had been waiting for it since the moment they’d met.
That night, when they curled up together in their shared bed, their hands explored each other, Rose’s fingers stroking over Snow White’s shoulders and the smooth skin of her navel. Their kisses remained innocent, almost chaste, but there was an understanding there. A knowledge that this was only the beginning, that they had the rest of their lives to worship each other.
Time continued to pass, summer turning to autumn as Rose and Snow White rolled together on a bed of crackling leaves, breathless with laughter. Even when the weather grew colder, they would still brave the elements, leaving the comfort of the cottage for the privacy of a forest that was content to keep their secrets.
On the night of Snow White’s sixteenth birthday, Rose pressed down against Snow White’s body, pinning her to the mattress, as their tongues twirled together, slick and sensual, their fingers entwined.
It was in the shadow of Rose’s own rapidly approaching sixteenth birthday that she confessed to Flora, Fauna and Merryweather that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Snow White. Fauna gasped, her hand reaching for Merryweather’s wrist. Flora suddenly looked older than Rose had ever noticed before as she asked, “You are in love with her, aren’t you, child?”
Rose felt the urge to drop her gaze to the floor but she steeled herself, stared right into Flora’s eyes and nodded.
That night, as Snow White slept beside her, Rose could hear tense voices downstairs talking long into the night, although she could not make out the words.
On the morning of her sixteenth birthday, Rose was not sent out for berries as she’d anticipated she would be. Instead, Flora pulled her gently aside and sat down with her.
“My dear,” Flora sighed, her hand squeezing Rose’s knee tightly. “It is your sixteenth birthday and there are many plans for you. If you do not attend them, the people who made them will come searching for you.”
Rose felt a ball of ice form in her chest. Flora’s face was tight and tired and Rose already understood that whatever these plans may be, they did not involve Snow White.
“So, our sweet Briar Rose,” Flora continued, and there were tears in her eyes. “If you have already decided on your own path, now is the time to take your first step.”
For a moment, Rose could not find the words. The noise that ripped through her was one of pure joy as she leapt forward, wrapping her arms around Flora’s shoulders, crying her thanks for so many years of guidance and love.
That evening, as the sun began to sink beneath the line of trees, Rose and Snow White pulled on their cloaks and set out in the opposite direction of the castle that pierced the sky. They could hear Flora, Fauna and Merryweather calling out advice for the last time, but when Rose glanced back the women had already vanished, as if by magic.
There were tears rolling down Rose’s cheeks, but a smile was still on her lips, and Snow White held her hand, just as she always would, and together they began down the path of their shared future.
