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halfamoonTitle: Spring's Arrival
Fandom: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Snow, Dwarves
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: They can tell the changing of the seasons by their Princess, but she still manages to surprise them sometimes.
Word Count: 1,004
Written For: HalfAMoon Day 10: Seasons, 100FandomHell Fandom #63, and 50Disney Fandoms 2024 #4
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
They had come to learn the changing of the seasons from the way the little woman who blessed their small cottage acted. They all knew they were lucky to have the Princess living with them. There was just something about a woman's touch that no man could fulfill, no matter how hard they tried. Snow kept their bellies full and their spirits high. They were no longer lonely or bored. They all agreed that she was what kept them so jovial, her spirit even brighter than Happy's. Even Grumpy often found it hard to stay aggravated around her. After all, with coming home every single evening to a warm fire on the cold nights and a cool, clean abode on the hotter days, as well as always a fresh meal and at least one story before bedtime, what more could they have possibly asked for?
There were times, they all also knew, when the Princess' spirit dampened. Winter was especially hard for her. Whereas Autumn days always had their cottage smelling like cinnamon and various fresh fruits from the forest, even Snow had trouble chasing away all the dark dampness of Winter, but she managed, they knew, for them. Whenever one would catch her frowning or fretting, she'd quickly turn her frown upside down, often telling a story or a joke or even grasping that Dwarf's hand and leading them into an impromptu dance. She knew they had all been lonely before her arrival and wanted only to please the seven, little men who had chosen to share their home with her, even knowing that she was hiding from the Queen, who would gladly and, no doubt, easily slay them all if she ever discovered the Princess.
But she would not, the Dwarves had all sworn. The Princess was the rarest treasure any of them had ever come across, including all the precious gems they mined all day long in the caves. She meant more to them than anything except each other, and truly, they loved her as much as they loved one another. Every year, as Winter ebbed and Spring grew nearer, they could tell its approach was quickening by small tales from their beloved Princess. Of course, they could also tell by Sneezy, with his allergies, but the difference the annual change brought in their Snow made each Dwarf's heart glad.
She'd have the windows open more often when they arrived home, and leave the door ajar. She'd start baking again, no longer concerned that they might run short of something in their cupboards. Their nights would grow longer as well, with Snow telling an extra story or even pulling them and all their animal friends, who were no longer hibernating, into dances and other festive occasions. She'd put out fresh flowers throughout the house, chasing away the foul odors of Winter while also trying not to activate too many of poor Sneezy's allergins. Their Princess' very skin and eyes would seem to glow and gleam ever brighter as the sun stayed up longer and the days and even nights warmed.
They enjoyed the changes in her every year, the fresh meals she had waiting for them and the songs and stories she'd share with them, but every year, eventually, that day came. They didn't all dread it. They were all still somewhat shy around her -- after all, she was still a girl --, and several of them would still kick up a fuss about it. The only one really in their midst who still abhorred the idea was Grumpy.
He'd fuss about that dreadful day every year until, finally, Snow learned to have the tubs waiting. She'd whisper the arrival of that day each year to two of the Dwarves first, usually Happy and Dopey, and they'd fetch the other Dwarves back outside while Grumpy smoked his pipe after dinner. On one such night, Snow waited, quite patiently, with her hands in her lap while all the other Dwarves went on outside to take care of their business.
At length, Grumpy finally asked her, blowing a smoke ring. "What're you staring at, Princess?"
Her rosy smile did not falter, but she also did not speak.
"The dishes are cleaned and put away. You gonna tell us a story tonight or what?" He'd not turned to check on his brothers and thought them all in their beds -- until a very subtle shift in Snow's smile gave away her intentions.
"Aw cripes! Not again!" Angrily, he put out his pipe and was just starting to rise from the table when Happy and Doc grabbed his little chair. He started to argue, but Snow's bird friends distracted him, sweeping in and out of his long, white beard. One stole his cap while others tried to pull him by his beard.
Happy chuckled, as good natured as ever. "Now, Grumpy," Doc chided, "you know cleanliess is next to -- "
"Shove your cleanliness, Doc! I had a bath last year!"
"And you'll have a bath again this year!" Doc declared. He ducked Grumpy's swinging fist, but the other Dwarf connected with his glasses. Doc paused to fetch his spectacles. A squirrel quickly handed them up to him, but it was too late. Grumpy was wresting free of the chair!
"Ahem," Snow cleared her throat, and at that quiet signal, something fast and hard plowed into the back of Grumpy's chair. The kick sent him sailing out the door and into the soap-filled tub waiting just outside, where the other four Dwarves all pounded on him at once.
"Thank you, Prince," Snow said, walking over and stroking the deer between the fuzzy velvet of his new antlers. She loved her little men, but there was certainly something to be said for having a friend who could kick so good and clear. "You will help again next year, won't you?" she whispered into the young buck's ear. The deer nodded his head in affirmation, and Snow giggled and rewarded him with a chaste kiss. Spring was certainly here at last!
The End
Fandom: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Snow, Dwarves
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: They can tell the changing of the seasons by their Princess, but she still manages to surprise them sometimes.
Word Count: 1,004
Written For: HalfAMoon Day 10: Seasons, 100FandomHell Fandom #63, and 50
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
They had come to learn the changing of the seasons from the way the little woman who blessed their small cottage acted. They all knew they were lucky to have the Princess living with them. There was just something about a woman's touch that no man could fulfill, no matter how hard they tried. Snow kept their bellies full and their spirits high. They were no longer lonely or bored. They all agreed that she was what kept them so jovial, her spirit even brighter than Happy's. Even Grumpy often found it hard to stay aggravated around her. After all, with coming home every single evening to a warm fire on the cold nights and a cool, clean abode on the hotter days, as well as always a fresh meal and at least one story before bedtime, what more could they have possibly asked for?
There were times, they all also knew, when the Princess' spirit dampened. Winter was especially hard for her. Whereas Autumn days always had their cottage smelling like cinnamon and various fresh fruits from the forest, even Snow had trouble chasing away all the dark dampness of Winter, but she managed, they knew, for them. Whenever one would catch her frowning or fretting, she'd quickly turn her frown upside down, often telling a story or a joke or even grasping that Dwarf's hand and leading them into an impromptu dance. She knew they had all been lonely before her arrival and wanted only to please the seven, little men who had chosen to share their home with her, even knowing that she was hiding from the Queen, who would gladly and, no doubt, easily slay them all if she ever discovered the Princess.
But she would not, the Dwarves had all sworn. The Princess was the rarest treasure any of them had ever come across, including all the precious gems they mined all day long in the caves. She meant more to them than anything except each other, and truly, they loved her as much as they loved one another. Every year, as Winter ebbed and Spring grew nearer, they could tell its approach was quickening by small tales from their beloved Princess. Of course, they could also tell by Sneezy, with his allergies, but the difference the annual change brought in their Snow made each Dwarf's heart glad.
She'd have the windows open more often when they arrived home, and leave the door ajar. She'd start baking again, no longer concerned that they might run short of something in their cupboards. Their nights would grow longer as well, with Snow telling an extra story or even pulling them and all their animal friends, who were no longer hibernating, into dances and other festive occasions. She'd put out fresh flowers throughout the house, chasing away the foul odors of Winter while also trying not to activate too many of poor Sneezy's allergins. Their Princess' very skin and eyes would seem to glow and gleam ever brighter as the sun stayed up longer and the days and even nights warmed.
They enjoyed the changes in her every year, the fresh meals she had waiting for them and the songs and stories she'd share with them, but every year, eventually, that day came. They didn't all dread it. They were all still somewhat shy around her -- after all, she was still a girl --, and several of them would still kick up a fuss about it. The only one really in their midst who still abhorred the idea was Grumpy.
He'd fuss about that dreadful day every year until, finally, Snow learned to have the tubs waiting. She'd whisper the arrival of that day each year to two of the Dwarves first, usually Happy and Dopey, and they'd fetch the other Dwarves back outside while Grumpy smoked his pipe after dinner. On one such night, Snow waited, quite patiently, with her hands in her lap while all the other Dwarves went on outside to take care of their business.
At length, Grumpy finally asked her, blowing a smoke ring. "What're you staring at, Princess?"
Her rosy smile did not falter, but she also did not speak.
"The dishes are cleaned and put away. You gonna tell us a story tonight or what?" He'd not turned to check on his brothers and thought them all in their beds -- until a very subtle shift in Snow's smile gave away her intentions.
"Aw cripes! Not again!" Angrily, he put out his pipe and was just starting to rise from the table when Happy and Doc grabbed his little chair. He started to argue, but Snow's bird friends distracted him, sweeping in and out of his long, white beard. One stole his cap while others tried to pull him by his beard.
Happy chuckled, as good natured as ever. "Now, Grumpy," Doc chided, "you know cleanliess is next to -- "
"Shove your cleanliness, Doc! I had a bath last year!"
"And you'll have a bath again this year!" Doc declared. He ducked Grumpy's swinging fist, but the other Dwarf connected with his glasses. Doc paused to fetch his spectacles. A squirrel quickly handed them up to him, but it was too late. Grumpy was wresting free of the chair!
"Ahem," Snow cleared her throat, and at that quiet signal, something fast and hard plowed into the back of Grumpy's chair. The kick sent him sailing out the door and into the soap-filled tub waiting just outside, where the other four Dwarves all pounded on him at once.
"Thank you, Prince," Snow said, walking over and stroking the deer between the fuzzy velvet of his new antlers. She loved her little men, but there was certainly something to be said for having a friend who could kick so good and clear. "You will help again next year, won't you?" she whispered into the young buck's ear. The deer nodded his head in affirmation, and Snow giggled and rewarded him with a chaste kiss. Spring was certainly here at last!
The End
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Date: 2024-02-13 05:05 pm (UTC)