A/N: In the film, Snow was literally done with the preparation of the pie, but had not baked it, when the queen came, so I kept it true to the film, because I just felt the fill worked better like that, at least with the way I approached the prompt. I hope you’re not too bothered by that. Enjoy.
When they got back to their home, they had found her first, where she fell, the horrid apple just inches from her hand.
Grumpy had found the pie later, having wandered into the kitchen by the smell of baking materials in his despondent haze.
The pie lay where she had left it when the hag came, ready to be put in an oven and baked and afterwards, eaten. And she had put icing on it with his name on it! Oh, his heart ached! This beautiful girl, so young, had been thinking about him, obviously caring about him, taking care and time to make him something wonderful, clearly with nothing but love in her heart (with help from her animal friends, he’d imagine), when that cruel, cruel Queen had interrupted her before she could bake it, and ended her short life.
He sighed sadly, and stared intently at the pie and the surroundings, as if trying to grasp at anything that still held her lost warm life in the room. He could almost hear her singing as she had made the pie, wanting so badly to make him like her, because she did not have a bad bone in her body. And there were leftover gooseberries that did not make it into the pie, lying forlorn next to other baking materials, telling him that she had made a gooseberry pie. His favorite! She knew his favorite. His heart ached more.
He stared at the pie for a long time, wondering what to do with it. It hurt his heart to look at it, but throwing it away would be an insult to her memory and the time she had taken to lovingly make it. He could not do that, no matter how much it broke his heart to be reminded that one of her last good acts was to bake someone she cared about a beautiful pie. So, he decided to do the honorable thing, and that would be to place it in the oven and bake it, finishing her unfinished work. In memory of Snow White. She would be so proud!
And as he waited for the pie to finish baking, sitting at the table, he lay his head down on the table, his arms covering his face, and wept.
Oh, how lovely and tragic! I adore the idea that Grumpy put the pie in the oven to finish Snow's work, it was a thought that hadn't occurred to me. Imagining him eating the last pie she ever made (and for *him*) is really breaking my heart here ;_; Poor, poor Grumpy and dwarves.
Re: The Pie
anonymous
January 13 2013, 06:10:31 UTC
Oh gosh, I meant to comment on this fill earlier. It's so nice to see fic focusing on Grumpy's feelings toward Snow White, and guh, this is heart-wrenching. (The most tear-jerking moment in the entire movie is when Grumpy - Grumpy! - breaks down crying at Snow White's funeral. It's just so good as to be almost over-the-top manipulative.) So yes, love this fic because it captures that sense of just how deeply Snow White touched the hearts of the dwarfs. :)
When they got back to their home, they had found her first, where she fell, the horrid apple just inches from her hand.
Grumpy had found the pie later, having wandered into the kitchen by the smell of baking materials in his despondent haze.
The pie lay where she had left it when the hag came, ready to be put in an oven and baked and afterwards, eaten. And she had put icing on it with his name on it! Oh, his heart ached! This beautiful girl, so young, had been thinking about him, obviously caring about him, taking care and time to make him something wonderful, clearly with nothing but love in her heart (with help from her animal friends, he’d imagine), when that cruel, cruel Queen had interrupted her before she could bake it, and ended her short life.
He sighed sadly, and stared intently at the pie and the surroundings, as if trying to grasp at anything that still held her lost warm life in the room. He could almost hear her singing as she had made the pie, wanting so badly to make him like her, because she did not have a bad bone in her body. And there were leftover gooseberries that did not make it into the pie, lying forlorn next to other baking materials, telling him that she had made a gooseberry pie. His favorite! She knew his favorite. His heart ached more.
He stared at the pie for a long time, wondering what to do with it. It hurt his heart to look at it, but throwing it away would be an insult to her memory and the time she had taken to lovingly make it. He could not do that, no matter how much it broke his heart to be reminded that one of her last good acts was to bake someone she cared about a beautiful pie. So, he decided to do the honorable thing, and that would be to place it in the oven and bake it, finishing her unfinished work. In memory of Snow White. She would be so proud!
And as he waited for the pie to finish baking, sitting at the table, he lay his head down on the table, his arms covering his face, and wept.
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