A Curse and a Kiss // Yandere! Prince x Sleeping Beauty! Reader.
A brave and charming prince, handsome and heroic as princes ought to be. For many, many years the prince had roamed the lands in search of one thing:
His one true love. The prince searched and he searched through the starry nights and shining dawns and, after so long, he finally found her.
For many moons and many suns and many, many years, the princess had slumbered. The young prince knew the story, they all did:
A king and a queen who longed for a child, the beautiful princess they had…the curse that a wicked woman had brought upon her.
A golden spinning wheel. A cackling crone. A little finger.
Into a deep sleep the princess fell, her slumbering form placed upon a soft bed of silk and lace. One by one, all around her began to fall into this sleep as well until the entire kingdom was…quiet. And cold. And all were lost in their dreams, men and women and animals alike sleep, sleep, sleeping so very deeply.
This was the tale of Sleeping Beauty.
The story was very well known to all of the people and the sleeping kingdom still existed, still sleeping the eons away. But…no one went there anymore, in fear of falling into the cursed sleep as the king and queen and the princess.
The prince feared no curse and went to the kingdom. And it was in this cursed land that he found her, the slumbering princess.
Sleeping upon her silken sheets, the many years had not touched her beauty. Hair spread out around her pillow, lips red and skin soft, oh, how beautiful! How sweet! The prince crept closer, staring down at the sleeping beauty.
The sunshine was pale and dim compared to her brightness!
The starlight was weak and cold compared to her glow!
Her heart was kinder, her smile was sweeter, and her demeanor more gentle then any princess that had ever worn a crystal crown and kissed her prince. The prince had been surrounded by great beauty all of his life but, oh, there was nothing in this realm or any other like the darling princess! He felt as though she had waited as these years for him, waiting and waiting for the prince to find her.
Waiting for him to kiss her.
And found her he had! Her lips were kissed so many times by the prince but…she did not wake. And for that, his heart nearly broke. Though he was forced to leave the sleeping beauty behind him, he never truly left her.
The prince’s heart stayed with her. Daily he thought of her. Nightly he dreamed of her. Her vision would come to him often, a sweet and hazy dream that left him hungry.
Oh, she was so lovely! So perfect and sweet!
He had to have her! Did he not suffer without her? Did his very soul not beg for his darling? Suffering and wanting and dreaming, the prince knew only one thing:
Sleeping Beauty must become his own.
Again and again he visited her, kissing her nearly a hundred times each night! But she slept on and one, her slumber deep and oblivious to the prince’s breaking heart. He loved her! He needed her! His heart wished and wished for his darling princess!
There were ways to make such a wish come true.
Dark, terrible ways and dark, terrible magic. Oh, he knew that it was wrong! But he did not care! To the thirteenth Wise Women he went, begging for her help in his quest for love. A cunning smile came upon the old woman’s face, dark eyes gleaming wickedly as she croaked,
“I will help you, my prince, and I shall have my vengeance still!”
Her dark magic came alive, shadows swirling and voices whispering as the wise woman cackled and croaked.
“I cursed the little princess to die upon a spindle wheel!” she said gleefully. “My dear sister changed it with her magic, rather then die the princess only sleeps and sleeps for now near one hundred years. Only true love’s kiss may awaken her.” She smiled once more, hobbling to her black cauldron and laughing. “True love! That I can create!”
She cackled and whispered her plot to the prince, handing him a hot, bubbling potion.
“Drink half yourself and slip your darling princess the rest on the last day of her hundred years. When she awakens, she will belong to you! You will have your happily ever after, dear prince.”
With his many thanks, he road to the slumbering kingdom…to his true love. The prince dreamed of her daily, wanting and waiting. Again and again, he came to her and counted off the days. The prince visited his princess nightly, creeping into her bed.
Cold lips pressed to her sweet, warm ones. Oh, her kiss was so soft! So sweet! Each kiss left him hungry for another, burning and begging.
Shaking hands pulled away the silk sheets and long dress, roaming over her warm skin. Every inch of her was so perfect! Oh, how he wanted to make her his!
He whispered in her little ear.
“I cannot wait to have you!”
And the prince waited, dreaming of the day when he could finally rouse his sweet rose from her slumber. When a hundred years had nearly came, the prince road to the slumbering kingdom, his heart beating and beating in his chest.
He came to her in the quiet.
It was the same as the first time he’d been there. Dark and quiet and cold. Red roses had grown and grown through the kingdom. Red petals and sharp thorns had taken over everything, covering it all in a blood red wall.
The sky was dark and the sun ceased to shine.
The wind no longer ran through the land.
The blood red roses blanketed the entire land and the castle and all else, twisting and tangling and creating a wall of thorns. The roses tore and tugged at the prince, as though to keep him away from the princess. His cloak was shredded and blood dripped but, oh, he didn’t care! The prince walked on, smiling wide as he ran to the tallest tower.
He found her laying upon her silk and lace, looking so very lovely as she slept. Was she dreaming of him, he wondered? Could she feel his presence as he crept closer? Closer and closer and closer until he lay by her side, finally.
Once more, his cool lips pressed to her warm, red lips. He thought of how he would kiss her everyday now, her lips would be his!
She would be his soon, both body and soul. He would kiss her and hold her and make such wonderful love to her! Oh, how perfect it would be!
He whispered in her little ear.
“My darling…my true love!”
And to her sweet lips he pressed the bubbling bottle, pouring the love potion down, down, down her throat. Kissing her neck, the prince smiled and took one final look at her slumbering form. And then he leaned low, smiling as his lips hovered above hers.
“I love you, my sleeping beauty.”
And with his kiss, her eyes opened wide…and she smiled. Into his arms she fell, smiling and kissing her sweet, sweet prince.
All at once, the dark curse that had controlled the land for so long began to melt away. Magic seeped back into the darkness and light and laughter began to fill the kingdom once again, returning it to the way it had once been.
The sky grew bright and the sun began to shine (how pale it’s light seemed, though, as if it was not as bright as it should be…).
The wind blew sweetly through the land (what was this strange voice that road upon the wild winds, whispering such odd things as it did…).
The king and queen and all their people were roused from their sleep (how dreamy they all seemed, as though a sleep touched them still…).
And the prince and the princess were lost deeply in their love, just as they were meant to be.
It was Happily Ever After!
(An idea: a kiss from Sleeping Beauty’s real true love breaks the affects of the love potion. Is her true prince kind and willing to protect her from the yandere prince? Or will she be caught between two yanderes, each as wicked as the other? I super wanna write a smut of this too…)
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