Worthy, for elenielofnarnia

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Worthy, for elenielofnarnia. Written by snitchnipped.

The first time their hands touched, it was by accident—a miscalculation of personal spaces. Jill quickly withdrew, embarrassed and unworthy. The High King neither flinched nor acknowledged it happened. The second time—again accidentally, but she boldly refused to submit. They both had claim to that space, after all. Jill’s hand stayed, her pinky lightly grazing his, neither backing down. She stole a glance, but again, the High King paid no heed. The third time—another accident. Her heart racing, Jill looked up to find his warm gaze. This time, Peter lovingly wrapped his hand around hers and smiled.

Original Prompt: Jill Pole/Peter Pevensie drabble. Something where they're secretive together or unrequited and in love. You can even throw in some jealousy from Edmund and/or Eustace if you want and there's room.

The First Yule, for unsuitenedt

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The First Yule, for unsuitenedt. Written by lady_songsmith.

Peter stretches his booted toes toward the roaring bonfire. Across the clearing, a laughing Edmund is borne to the ground under a squirming tumble of Dogs, and Lucy stalks Father Christmas, her gift for him clasped tight in her hand. Susan, exhausted by endless dances, rests against his left side. He frees the arm to wrap around her, along with a swath of cloak, and she leans into him gladly. The scent of spruce tickles his nose from the wreath they crowned her with. Peter tips his head back, almost upsetting his own holly, and watches the stars dance too.

Original Prompt: Something happy and Christmassy, involving one or more of the Pevensies (especially love Peter and Susan), Narnia or England, book or movie-inspired... Frost, snow, hot drinks, open fires (mix & match as you like!)... Alternatively, if Pevensies aren't your thing, I'd love anything Christmassy with Caspian and/or Tirian as well.

In A Cold Winter, for caramelsilver

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In A Cold Winter, for caramelsilver. Written by unsuitenedt.

It was barely three o’clock, but the London sky was already darkening into evening. Snow was just beginning to cover the walkway in front of the house when Peter returned from the shop. “They were out of cigarettes.” He shed his coat. Edmund wasn’t surprised. “Too bad! It’s cold and I’m down to my last one,” he replied. It made Peter grin. “Try drinking tea,” Peter said in a teasing tone, poking the coals in the stove. The corner of Edmund’s mouth twitched in a smirk. “Are you offering me your share?” Peter shrugged, straightening. “I’ll just drink sloe gin.”

Original Prompt: Edmund (and/or Peter), smoking, snow, liquor.