Late Nights and Little Sisters, for WingedFlight21.

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Late Nights and Little Sisters, for wingedflight21. Written by sophiap.

There was no clock, but Edmund knew how long he had been working by the height of his candle. It was almost down to the socket, and yet his desk was still swamped with paper. He lit a new candle off the old, and heard a chiding “Edmund...” He sighed. “Lucy, the Archenland delegation will be here - “ “Tomorrow. And not until late.” Lucy plucked the pen from his hand. “Look at what you just wrote, Ed.” He tried. His handwriting was past illegible. Lucy shepherded him from the library, firm for all that she was called ‘the Gentle.’

Original prompt: Dragon in winter, awesome ladies, leaving behind the melancholy, swamped, staying up all night (mix and match!).

Handmade, for Vialethe.

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Handmade, for vialethe. Written by tonzura123.

“It’s socks,” Edmund said. “I knitted them myself.” Lucy smiled. Peter covered a snort with a series of coughs. Susan hit Peter with her own gift and passed it to Lucy. “Mittens!” Lucy cried. She stuffed the burgundy mitts over he hands and curled her fingers. “I love them, Susan. Thank you.” Edmund tossed this brother a small package, which turned out to be— “What in Cold Cal is this?” “It’s an electric razor!” “I won’t need to shave for five years, Edmund.” But Peter grinned and passed Susan her gift; his finished manuscript for The Horse and his Boy.

Original prompt: Holidays with the Pevensies! What kind of gifts do they give each other, either in Narnia or after their return? Edmund and Susan are my favorites, but I love all four of them.

The News, for Tonzura123.

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The News, for tonzura123. Written by snitchnipped.

The Squirrel’s news left him dumb with shock as he watched his friend scamper off. In disbelief, he scraped a fistful of snow off of the nearest branch and splayed out his fingers. It did not sift through his fingers as expected. Instead, it lay clumped tight in his palm. “We best get on our way, boys, before it’s too late,” he said to the shaggy reindeer. “There are children to see and gifts to deliver!” With a hearty laugh, Father Christmas mounted his sleigh. It had been 100 years too long, and he wasn’t about to waste another moment.

Original prompt: Father Christmas.