So it’s Aurora Montague’s 16th birthday party, and everyone is celebrating the fact that the curse didn’t happen. She’s telling her best friend Benvolio, the owl, that she’s kinda sad that this guy she met once upon a dream isn’t at the party, because she has a massive crush on him. Benvolio is all “Let me introduce you to this girl, I shall make thee think thy swan a crow,” and Aurora is all prepared to roll her eyes because Benvolio sometimes goes overboard with the bird references but she looks where he’s pointing and lo and behold the girl he’s shown her is literally the fairest in the land. Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! So Aurora walks up to her and babbles something about pilgrims and her rough hands and maybe does she want to make out? And Snow White, who is wiser than her looks and age (13) would suggest, demurs with a high five. But Aurora has decided that it’s her birthday, dammit, and if the birthday girl wants a birthday kiss and she has to talk Snow into it, by golly that’s what she’s gonna do, and eventually it works and they spend 20 minutes kissing behind a large potted plant before Benvolio comes looking for her because it’s time for cake. Now, ordinarily none of this would be a problem, but Aurora’s woodland friends have never gotten along with the Capulet dwarf clan who raised Snow White. Something about mining runoff. Anyway, for a week after the party, Snow and Aurora see each other in the woods and give a little wave, and Aurora smiles secretly to herself, and Snow tries not to blush. Finally Aurora can’t stand it any more and she follows Snow home one evening and hides outside her house. Snow is drawing water out of the well on the balcony and singing something about how someday her princess will come and then she’ll never more be a Capulet. Aurora can’t stand it any longer and sings up to her, and then they exchange mushy declarations of love until Happy calls that it’s time for her to go to bed. Now, everything would be fine except that Benvolio foolishly tells the other woodland creatures that he introduced Aurora to the Capulet girl. They aren’t too happy. One of the fluffy bunnies decides to give Snow White a poisoned apple so that Aurora won’t betray the family. Snow White puts the apple in her picnic basket and arranges to meet Aurora for lunch. Aurora gets sidetracked while singing and dancing in the woods, and so Snow takes a bite of the apple before she shows up. Right at that very instant she keels over in an enchanted sleep. Aurora finally shows up and sees Snow White artfully unconscious on the grassy forest floor. She flips out and shakes Snow, dislodging the bit of apple. Blinded by tears, she kisses Snow, gropes around in the bushes, finds a spindle (did she really think she was going to escape that curse?) and stabs herself with it. It’s pretty ineffective as a murder weapon but she does flop over into an enchanted sleep. Snow White slowly blinks herself awake and sees Aurora artfully arranged on the ground with a spindle sticking out of her chest and a tiny pinprick of blood on her bodice. She screams, removes the spindle, and sings an aria about how she doesn’t know what is going on but she’s completely in love and why couldn’t they just run away together, did Aurora have to ruin everything by killing herself, and why can’t she remember the last five minutes? Then she kisses Aurora and prepares to plunge the spindle dramatically into her own chest. Because when you’re 13 using the same suicide weapon as your date is really romantic. But just before she can do it Aurora wakes up and is like “What the hell are you doing?” and Snow White screams and then they make out for a while. And in the end neither of them can really remember what happened, and they decide picnics aren’t really all that romantic, and maybe they should move to the big city. So they do. And they get married, and live happily ever after. And there’s nothing the dwarves or the bunnies can do about it. THE END
Oh jeez did I just write Disney fic starring Snow White and Aurora, that wasn’t supposed to happen, let’s just blame Shakespeare shall we?
EDIT: I kind of want to rewrite this where the Montagues are the three good fairies. But this speech just ran so trippingly off my tongue I didn’t think about it too much at first.