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The First Yule, for [livejournal.com profile] unsuitenedt.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] 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.



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In A Cold Winter, for [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] 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.



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Worthy, for [livejournal.com profile] elenielofnarnia.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] 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.



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Here We Come A-Wassailing, for [livejournal.com profile] lover_of_narnia.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] 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. :)



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The Night before Christmas, for [livejournal.com profile] angel_in_tears.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] 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!



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(Untitled), for [livejournal.com profile] metonomia.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] starrika.

In Narnia, they grew. Susan’s dark hair fell below her knees in glorious waves and ambassadors arrived for her hand. Even in this, Susan was gentle, graciously turning away rhapsodies over lush lips and long hair.

With Prince Rabadash, she was not so gentle. At first, she was intrigued by the flowing robes and wooden shoes – everything tinged with gilt. She dreamed of the desert and to travel in its hot, hot heat, her long locks tied into a turban. But their peace had always been uneasy, and with the invasion of Archenland, Susan knew what she had to do.
Original Prompt:

Any of the following: Susan, Lucy, Polly, Aravis, Rilian, Jill, rare characters, travel, world building, new experiences.



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(Untitled), for [livejournal.com profile] lealila.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] angel_in_tears.

Lucy smiled as the sun crept over the tree tops. Today was a very important day – the beginning of spring, and the renewing of the trees. She had camped out all night with Mr Tumnus for company, waiting for it to begin.

Slowly, the sun rose into full brilliance and the dryads slipped from the trees towards the clearing. Music started, and they began to dance, slowly at first, but fast becoming a blur.

Lucy smiled and nodded in time to the music. Suddenly, a dryad darted forward and whirled her into the dance.

Lucy laughed, dancing. This was perfect.
Original Prompt:

Dyrads, Lucy, and some sort of spring celebration.



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Letters to Father Christmas, for [livejournal.com profile] starrika.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] snacky.

Come winter, Lucy wonders about Father Christmas. "Do you think he'll bring gifts this year?"

She and Edmund talk wistfully of tree trimming, and plum pudding. Peter and Susan overhear mention of toys, and are reminded how young their brother and sister still are, despite having ruled Narnia for a year.

Peter, recalling last year's Gifts, hopes they won't be disappointed. But Susan remembers - before - back there - home - the family ritual of writing to Father Christmas.

So one night over cocoa, they all write letters and feed them to the fire, then watch as the ashes carry their wishes away.
Original Prompt:

Just about anything - something Christmassy, something happy. I don't mind incest pairings, so Peter/Susan is good (or other sibling-like permutations). I don't mind angst or drama, but I prefer to write happier or funnier things.



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Bearing Gifts, for [livejournal.com profile] snacky.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] wingedflight21.

He arrives in a sleigh and is dressed in red velvet and brass buckles, much like a picture come to life. Helen grips her husband’s arm tight; her cheeks are flushed pink with excitement and her breath escapes her in crystallized puffs.

"Are you… Father Christmas, sir?"

His chuckle is deep and heavy, reminding Frank of this world before the lights and song and time itself. With surprising ease, the man swings his leather sack down from the sled to rest in the snow beside him. "I have many names," he acknowledges, "And indeed, today I have come bearing gifts."
Original Prompt:

What's a Christmas in Narnia like? Pevensies in the Golden Age, Caspian, Rilian, Tirian... I would be happy with anyone.



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Hold a Mirror to the World, for [livejournal.com profile] sophiap.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] vialethe.

They've not yet made an end to the fighting, that first spring; on campaign, Edmund recalls his last birthday was in wartime too.

He doubts anyone will note the day, not out here; nor can he blame them, not when Narnians still fall every week in battle. Not when they still uncover statues, their faces crumbled with age.

So he buries hope and steps from his tent, only to be nearly blinded by rising sunlight, reflecting from an army of weaponry raised in his honor.

"Happy Birthday, Ed," Peter says, grinning; Edmund blames the glare for his wet eyes.
Original Prompt:

One of the four Pevensies celebrates a birthday shortly after arriving in Narnia.



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Since the month of childhood is over, for [livejournal.com profile] vialethe.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] metonomia.

"Lucy told me what Aslan did," Edmund says one day early that first summer, hovering in Susan’s doorway. His face is pale and set in her mirror, and she puts down the brush she was pulling through her hair and turns to him. She does not say, "I told her not to." She does not ask, "Are you okay?" or any of the other things she might. She simply beckons him to her side and pulls him into a hug, and when they pull apart both wear tremulous smiles.

"Tell me about the newest treaties," she says, and he does.
Original Prompt:

Something to do with the relationship between Susan and Edmund; how they understand each other, love each other, work together, etc. Narnia or England, gen or shippy, doesn't matter. I just love these two together.



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The Shield, for [livejournal.com profile] snitchnipped.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] caramelsilver.


Winter was a tough season for King Edmund. It reminded him of Her, and of who he used to be, and of what he had done. Every year at the first sign of snow his bones grew cold and he longed for the warming respite of Christmas, which was his shield from her cold memory. Christmas, which she hated and banished, helped him to fill up on love and warmth to tide him over until summertime. The world may be cold and filled with ice, but now spring always came when promised and Christmas was a light in the darkness.
Original Prompt:

Edmund at Christmastime. Anyworld, anytime, anyverse.



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Target, for [livejournal.com profile] wingedflight21.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] elenielofnarnia.

"Do you miss it? Narnia?"

Eustace lay on the grass, waiting for Jill to answer. She wasn’t far, practicing her archery. It was something of a routine each day since the fifteen years ended and they were back in England. Jill had taken to this hobby more than Eustace, not even answering as she concentrated hard on her target.

"Jill?"

"If you haven’t noticed... I miss it very much."

He could see then that her eyes were glassy, which made her miss the target. Standing up, Eustace gave Jill the hug that she needed, letting her sigh into his chest.
Original Prompt:

Jill/Eustace, fairy tale, far from home, SC AU in which Jill and Eustace stay 15 more years (or from the POV of returning to England after this), ageJill/Eustace, fairy tale, far from home, SC AU in which Jill and Eustace stay 15 more years (or from the POV of returning to England after this), age

Notes:

This is an AU where Jill and Eustace stayed in Narnia for 15 years, but are now back in England.



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Taking A Moment, for [livejournal.com profile] turkeyish.

Written by [livejournal.com profile] sophiap.

In the Great Hall, hearths blazed, musicians played Christmas carols, and dozens of Narnians laughed and feasted.

Out on the west battlement, a solitary torch flickered, a pennant snapped in the wind, and a dwarf and a Son of Adam blew smoke rings.

"Party not to y'r liking?" His Majesty had borrowed a pinch of the sentry's baccy, thereby allowing a degree of familiarity.

"Oh, it's wonderful," King Edmund said with quiet, genuine cheer. He waved his roll-up back towards golden windows and distant music. "But sometimes, what one needs to appreciate festive noise is a moment of companionable quiet."
Original Prompt:

As long as it centers on Edmund, I'm good. :) Something happy that maybe somehow involves smoking and/or fencing.



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