Here Stands Morning, for lady_songsmith

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Here Stands Morning, for lady_songsmith. Written by lealila.

Lucy gives the dryad a look, saying she doesn’t care as long as the narnians get their winter Lucy stands in the small clearing full of greenery, a bag of spices in her hand to ward off any warding evil. Personally, she believes that there’s nothing left of the Witch’s, but her guards were adamant. Lucy waits patiently for a good five minutes until she calls out. “Well?” The woods around her stir, some of their leaves falling to the ground. A small smile, but still Lucy makes a show of her impatience. “There was a deal, if I remember. Winter as it should be: dancing, celebration, and snow.” More stirring until finally—finally—the first snowflake falls.

Original Prompt: Lucy, greenery, spice.

Here We Come A-Wassailing, for lover_of_narnia

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Here We Come A-Wassailing, for lover_of_narnia. Written by turkeyish.

“You’re not laughing at me, are you?” Susan demands, glancing at him over her shoulder, but Caspian manages to keep the twitch at the corner of his mouth from erupting into a full-on grin – though he can’t quite hide the mirth in his eyes. He shakes his head solemnly, Susan flashes him a beatific smile, and, as she turns back to the motley choir before her and raises her baton, Caspian’s heart sings along with the carol. Caspian rather likes the English Christmas traditions Susan’s introduced him to. He especially looks forward to catching her underneath the mistletoe after supper.

Original Prompt: I'd adore a Caspian/Susan drabble that is G to PG rated. Please nothing explicit. I like/don't mind kissing/embracing, just nothing adult, please. :)

The Night before Christmas, for angel_in_tears

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The Night before Christmas, for angel_in_tears. Written by lover_of_narnia.

Susan Pevensie fit the bright red hat upon her head and watched it lopsidedly fall over her brow; the image of her that reflected back so childish and playful. Lucy’s squeals of delight from down stairs roused her and led her, as she scurried down to join the family as they crowded around the fire to hear the Christmas story before taking to their beds to await the arrival of Father Christmas. She was 12, not too old by far for stories and things, and she snuggled close to her Father as he began, “Twas the night before Christmas…”

Original Prompt: Anything Susan related :) Don't mind what!