do you ever think about where you’ve ended up and realize that if you would have done things a bit differently, your life would be so much better than it is now? then just the thought of that just leaves you heartbroken and sad and empty inside because this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. because if only… if only I had done this, or if only that had happened, or if only I had been a better person… it just makes me want to cry for all that I’ve lost, for the things that I will never have or see or feel or experience… And as much as I wish I could go back in time and do it all over again, I can’t… and I think that this realization itself hurts more than anything.
Day Three of Sterekweek! One of the prompts for today was “fairy tales” and the hardest part was choosing which fairy tale I wanted to Sterekify (I’ve got LISTS)! I eventually went with Dornröschen
(Sleeping Beauty) and - killing two birds with one stone - decided to finally fill another one of the prompts from my kiss meme: “Running their thumb over the other’s lips” (here’s the rest of the kiss fics).
The result is 2.1k of fairy tales within fairy tales, roses, and kisses! Enjoy!
Stiles had grown up with the story. His mum used to tell it to him almost every night, whispering it to him under the cover of his blanket, the words always the same:
Once upon a time there lived a king and a queen who desperately wished for a son. They already had a beautiful daughter, the crown princess Laura, who filled their life with laughter and joy. But they dreamed of a little boy with big ears and teeth for Laura to play with, who’d complete their little family and bring the whole country happiness. As the queen went for a stroll through the woods one day, she met a she-wolf, who told her that before the year was through, she’d bear a son.
It came as the wolf had promised - the queen fell pregnant and bore a son. To celebrate his birth, the king and queen had a huge celebration, inviting the entire kingdom. In their realm lived also thirteen wise women, who would be giving the prince their blessings and good wishes at the feast. But the palace only had twelve golden plates, so they could only invite twelve wise women.
The night of the celebration, the wise women came forward one after the other to bless the child: the first gave him a good heart, the second beauty, the third riches, the fourth a sharp mind, the fifth a talent for the tongues of the world, and so on until eleven had spoken their blessing. Before the twelfth wise woman could step forward, the doors of the great hall flew open with an enormous bang and in strode the thirteenth wise woman who had not been invited. Mighty she was and enraged, cursing the prince to die on his sixteenth birthday by the hand of the woman he loved. No pleas and promises could move her and she disappeared again, leaving behind terror and dismay. But the twelfth wise woman stepped forward and said: “I cannot remove her curse, but I can use my blessing to lighten his burden. Instead of dying he shall sleep until true love’s kiss draws him back to life.”