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.