#Shipmas Drabbles

[thebennettdiaries]

I am so excited that I actually managed to finish all 31 Horror-tober drabbles.  I started the project in August but once work started again in September I really fell behind.  Some days I was writing the drabbles hours before they were sent out but last night I finished the final ones.  They are sitting in the queue. Phew! Thanks to everyone who supported this little project.  I already have plans for next year but I think it will be under the titled Season of the Witch.  

Up next for me, I am considering doing The 12 Days of Shipmas again for Bonnie but I am not sure.  I am definitely going to be looking at working on a longer piece of fiction as well.  I thought I was done after I wrote all the devils are here but I feel like over the last few months I have fallen headfirst back into the TVDU fandom in terms of my writing. 

[uthers-bald-head]

The 12 Drabbles of Shipmas - Day One! 🎄

Fandom: Merlin

Word Count: 986

The year is 2022. It has been 900 years and Merlin is still waiting. Christmas rolls around once again like it does every year, the time when family and friends gather together, and Merlin is alone.

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Together

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Z0AYUf

by Matt_Pendragon

Christmas dinner in the Tyler household is hectic but joyful nonetheless. Rose finds her mind wandering to the Doctor, but not the one that sits beside her.

Words: 514, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of The 12 Drabbles of Shipmas 2022

Fandoms: Doctor Who

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Pete Tyler, Tony Tyler

Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: Christmas

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Z0AYUf

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Shipmas Drabble || ℳ𝓪𝓻𝓼𝓱𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 ♡

Prompt: Marshmallows (Shipmas Challenge) Ship: Keeping Each Other’s Secrets (Jared x Christy) Accompanying Art

If there was any specific series of dates in which there were far, far too many sweets involved, it was the holidays. They’d somehow survived Halloween this year, without anyone ending up dead or in (too bad) of a sugar-coma. Thanksgiving had been chaotic, but most had been too exhausted - likely from trying to keep Vincent and Benjamin from running themselves ragged over dinner preparations - to eat too many of the various cookies and pies that had been made as desserts. So far, so good.

But now, as December came into swing and - despite it still being weeks away from any actual holiday - it seemed there was no escaping the ‘trap’ that was sugar infused everything. Chocolates and cocoa and candy-canes and—it was fucking everywhere at this point, and it was only a few days into the month, so it would only be getting ‘worse’ as time went on. Sure, there were ‘sugar free’ renditions of most of it, but those were awful 80% of the time; either they tasted so artificial that nobody with a taste-buds could stomach it, weren’t actually sweet at all, or left this disgusting chalk-like film in your mouth for hours after eating it.

                                                      It was bullshit. It was just bullshit.

Sprawled out on the sofa at his apartment, Jared flashed a smile at his partner as they walked back into the room - freshly made hot chocolate—

         ‘ I̢t͏’s c̵all̛èd ̛hǫt co̧c͜oa, s̷il͝l͡ý. ’

                                       ‘ Dude, fuck off. ’

—hot cocoa (apparently) in hand, those over-sized marshmallows cut into quarters to fit on top of the sugary liquid. Because, you know, that shit wasn’t already sweet enough to choke a horse without the extra fluffy sugar chunks added to it. Eh, whatever - the grin that had curled onto Christy’s lips made it.. less than worth bringing up. 

Sitting up to let them collapse at his side, Jared swung an arm around their shoulders, flashing one of those vibrant grins as he snatched their mug away, stealing a brief sip of the overly sugared drink before giving it back. He really didn’t have any place drinking that shit, but hey, a sip or two wasn’t going to kill him, right? 

A soft giggle passed the blonde’s lips as they leaned against their boyfriend, nuzzling his shoulder before taking a happy sip from the hot beverage as well. After all, stealing a drink or two wasn’t going to hurt Jared any, so why nag about it?

Nuzzling their hair in response, the YouTuber let out content chuckle, and for a few moments, everything was just... calm.

But, impulsiveness is as impulsiveness does, so it wasn’t long before he was reaching over to snag one of the marshmallow chunks out of their drink, popping it into his mouth without a second thought. At first, his partner didn’t comment on it, but three pieces of marshmallow later, they were gently smacking an absent hand away from their drink, eyes narrowing scoldingly.

          “Jared! You’re gonna make yourself sick!”

Blue eyes blinked slowly, and then an awkward chuckle rumbled in his throat, head shaking briefly. They... had a point. Too much sugar could very easily be the death of him - how he’d forgotten that when it had been on his mind less than an hour ago, who knew, but it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone. Jared had always been a touch.. forgetful, when it came to such things.

                                                    “Shit... sorry, babe.”

One of those adorable pouts promptly formed on Christy’s face, a careful hand reaching out to ‘boop’ him softly on the nose. 

     “No more marshmallows. You’ll wreck your sugar doin’ that.”

Sighing, the green haired diabetic nodded, head flopping to rest against hers once more, words coming out in a pouty grumble.

                                        “Damned marshmallows...”

And about then, a manic giggle rang sweetly in his head, static lined teasing echoing throughout his thoughts. 

       " I̢t’s̨ no͘t͝ ͟t͢h̡e ̨ma̢rs͞hma͡l̢low͞s͢ ̡fa̴u̕lt, ̀r͢em̴e͏mber ̴Ja͞red́? ”

@theabandonedones

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Shipmas post 1

Prompts: 1 — Snow; 2 — Cold; 3 — Fuzzy

"I can't feel m' face, or my fingers, but damn it's pretty out here."

Everything is blanketed in white, glitter-glowing under the streetlights like embers of a fire; thick flakes descend leisurely, dancing in a breeze thankfully too slight to be felt — some of them catch on Matt's shoulders, or in his hair, slowly melting into little diamonds, but he seems oblivious to them, even as he's shivering, smiling in awe at the flurry.

"It is. It's beautiful."

It'll be hours yet, until the snow plough comes to ruin the pristine, cottony expanse before us. I wish it wouldn't come at all; I wish everyone else would stay in their homes, keeping their footprints from marring the scene; I wish there were a way to truly preserve this moment — a photo seems inadequate, and years from now, my mind will have let this memory grow fuzzy at the edges.

I read a quote once that said moments like these are only so special because they're fleeting, that you won't ever have it again, and that's what truly makes it worth something… True as I suppose it is, part of me still wishes that Matt and I could just stay this way, together, undisturbed, in this snowy little world.

"…Matt?"

He turns his head to look at me, winking unintentionally as a snowflake flutters down and clings to the lashes of his right eye. "Yeah?"

"I love you."

He smiles, lazy, lopsided, and warm, and the chill creeping over my skin dissipates at seeing it. "Love you, too."

[starrybouquet]

WIP Folder Tag Game

Rules: I will post all the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as I have WIPs to do the same. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

So at last count I had 70-something documents that were technically WIPs, and that was a few weeks ago. I've pared it down so that these are all files that contain more than a random sentence that I wrote at 3am with no context and no idea of what was going to happen after that. Have fun....this list is WILD!

AMTDI - S/J - M

"This man had delusions of grandeur," the alien pronounced

A serious relationship

Medieval SciFi AU

Five times Jack calls Sam ma'am

In All Duty and Service

Invert AU

RPF I'll never post

Paradise Lost post-ep

it's quiet uptown

pain med Jack

When the war was over...

The Best Part Ch 2

For God and Country

SJ Headcanon Drabbles

I called him sir

Telepathy prequel

RPF random

Xmas Telepathy

mad about DC...again

RDA becomes a hockey player AU

Ace SJ

Hallmark Shipmas

Wedding Dress Fic

football AU

King Midas

Five times Jack didn't get married

Five ways Joe Faxon died a horrible death

Rearview Mirror

Sea ch 2

Daniel on Daniel violence

Smarts

Friday Nights

New Guard

Season 9-10 AU

The Scorns of Time

Home Comforts

Amnesia cliche fic

Jealous Sam

Colors

Hexes

(That's still way way way too long. Ack!)

Tagging @carothepoet @scullybeane @fine-with-my-spite @sententiousandbellicose @mylittleredgirl @mrv3000 @tinknevertalks @captaincarriekathryncoffee @delicatelie89 and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! Seriously, anyone. I've been semi-Tumblr absent so I feel like I've forgotten a bunch of you. Apologies. I promise it's not intentional.

EDIT: Fuck fuck fuck I forgot to thank the awesome, wonderful @i-am-a-stupid-robot who did the lovely thing of TAGGING me in this. I am, in this case, the stupid robot. Also thank you, friend! <3

[tippenfunkaport]

About fics we associate with your username... the first fanfic I ever read (from you and in general too) was the Glimbow chapter of your "a Merry SPOP Shipmas!" and it was beyond adorable!

Any stories about that one? 👀

(Btw I've never done an ask before I hope I am doing this right sorry if I messed up :'))

That fic, Walking in a Winter Wonderland, is the perfect example of a fic that was only supposed to be a short drabble and it just ballooned WAY too long (story of my LIFE). But then it ended up really cute and it's one of my favorites.

The one thing that was funny to me with that fic is that there was a guessing game going when I first posted this fic where people had to figure out what holiday song each chapter was based off and I thought this one was The Most obvious of the whole collection... and then this was the one that took the longest for someone to guess right.

FYI, this is my favorite part:

(for context, Bow takes her to see an old ruin he remembered visiting with his dads)

"Well, it’s amazing! What did they use it for? Was it some kind of temple? Oo, what's this symbol mean?" Glimmer pointed up to an insignia hung on what looked like a collapsed archway.

"It's... probably... uh... that might be the..." He paused. "OK, I have absolutely no idea."

Glimmer burst out laughing. Bow looked sheepish. "Didn't you grow up with all this history stuff?"

"Uh, yeah, and then ran in the exact opposite direction at the first opportunity, if you didn't notice!" He was laughing now too. "I can shoot it with an arrow, if you want. That, I know how to do."

Than you for the ask!

[x-wingkc]

Shipmas Drabble for Shipmas 2020. #samjackshipmas #shipmas2020 #shipmas

[uthers-bald-head]

The 12 Drabbles of Shipmas - Day Nine! ❄️

Fandom: Torchwood

Word Count: 884

Gwen and Rhys are with family, Ianto is working at the hub with Jack, and Tosh is God knows where. Owen is planning to have his usual Christmas, alone with a beer in front of the TV. That is until someone turns up at the door.

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Together

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Z0AYUf

by Matt_Pendragon

Christmas dinner in the Tyler household is hectic but joyful nonetheless. Rose finds her mind wandering to the Doctor, but not the one that sits beside her.

Words: 514, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of The 12 Drabbles of Shipmas 2022

Fandoms: Doctor Who

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler, Pete Tyler, Tony Tyler

Relationships: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: Christmas

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6Z0AYUf

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Shipmas Drabble || 𝓢𝓬𝓪𝓻𝒇 ♡

Prompt: Scarf (Shipmas Challenge) Ship: Her Professor’s Princess (Glitch x Shay) Accompanying Art

Another day of teaching at the college had come and gone, and as flurries of snow whisked around outside the classroom windows, Mr. Valentine felt one of those rare, faint half-smiles tugging at the corners of his lips. Winter had always been his favorite season, the cold a stark contrast to the warmer months of summer where everyone was so damn inclined to be kinder, more socialable - once the snow had fallen, those bitter temperatures had sunk into the city’s air, people were more inclined to shut their mouths and scurry home to avoid the weather. And so, in the world of a sociopathic professor who got a bit tired of the act once in a while, it made life a little simpler.

Masqueraded eyes flickered around the room, double-checking for anything that his students may or may not have left there. On the list of opinions he’d made repeatedly clear, a major one was that he didn’t appreciate having to pick up after adults as though they were fucking toddlers, but unfortunately, there was always one or two things to pick up by the end of most class periods.

A sigh passed the figment’s lips, and then he was stepping around to tidy up the place - a pencil here, a pen cap there... the mess was minor, but it was irritating nonetheless. Most items were tossed carelessly into the trash can. That is, until those cold eyes fell across something of significance. 

                                                     Shay’s scarf.

How many times in the past few weeks had he told the girl not to forget her scarf? Fair being fair, that was generally in reference to the morning, before coming to class at all, but it applied just-as-well to this situation. Another sigh, this one through a tenser jaw, and then ‘Glitch’ was snatching the light pink, knit fabric up from its place across the chair. Had he been in a worse mood, he may have decided that it were her own damn fault, that she could just go ahead and freeze if she wanted to be so ignorant despite warning... Hell, if it had been most other students on a good day, he would have used that logic.

               But this was Shay, and she wasn’t just another student.

Shaking his head, the professor stepped over to grab his already gathered belongings from the room, waving the hand holding her scarf at the lights so that they’d flicker off. And with that, after a quick detour to set his laptop case and paperwork in his office, he was out the main doors of the building to catch up with his lover student. 

                                                         ‘Pesky child...’

Polished dress shoes clicked sharply against the pavement of the campus sidewalk as he made his way around the grounds, wet bits of snow clinging to the black fabric of his suit as that frosty wind twisted around everyone. Faux-brown eyes glanced around aimlessly, taking note of shivering students and colleagues alike; a reminder that, while these harsh temperatures had essentially no effect on him, it did leave the humans he associated with cold and uncomfortable.

    "Those shoes’ll be the death of you with this ice!"

                 “I’ll be careful, Ms. Anderson.”

    "’Bout time to start wearing gloves again, Mr. Valentine!”

           “I know - simply slipped my mind today, Wyatt.”

    “For Heaven’s sake, Professor, bring a thicker jacket tomorrow!”

                                      “I will, Marissa.”

The words fell from a silver tongue without a second thought, going through the motions of being on campus and interacting with the humans. It all came out a bit dismissively, but in a pleasant voice nevertheless, which was really all that mattered for the sake of this particular act; after all, everyone was in a hurry to get out of the cold, so who could blame their favorite professor for brushing them off today?

After what had only been a couple minutes, but felt like quite a few more, ‘Glitch’ finally rounded a corner to spot his girlfriend - sure enough shivering, those little arms wrapped around herself to fend off the bitter chill of winter. Masqueraded eyes rolled with something between exasperation and amusement, and then his voice - carrying smoothly as it always did (especially on campus) - rang out crisply. 

          “Rebecca Shay Ashton!                If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a hundred times...”

The little brunette spun around to face him, those pale green eyes going wide with what was either surprise or fright - considering the abruptness, the phrasing itself and the use of her full name, it was likely a twisted combination of the two emotions. But, if you asked Glitch’s opinion on the matter, she would never heal if her boyfriend didn’t find a way to reclaim such language. Besides, this was part of the ‘mode’ he slipped into around her, especially when vaguely concerned (or at least his version of that odd little emotion) about her health. 

Stalking forward, pale hands were placed neatly on his hips, one still curled around the pink fabric of her scarf. A brief glance around, to ensure nobody else was paying much attention, and then those masqueraded eyes flickered crimson for a second or two before promptly returning to that faux brown hue. 

                                           “Do not. Forget. Your scarf.”

The words came out slowly, an order a sentence broken into multiple fragments to get the point across, as though he were speaking with a forgetful child. Honestly, it occasionally felt like that were precisely what he was doing - but he’d never say such a thing to her face. That.. would be too harsh, and it would only serve to put him on the fast-track to digging his own grave in this relationship. 

                      “I’m.. I’m sorry, Mr. Valentine...”

Silence hung in the air for a moment longer than he would have liked, and then the man was letting out another one of those tense little sighs, stepping forward so that dress shoes clicked against wet pavement once more. His hands left his hips, reaching up to unravel pink fabric from one of them, and then he was carefully curling that knit scarf around her neck. Ice cold fingers briefly grazed across the skin of her throat as he secured the item gently around it, that stern voice softening a bit as his gaze flickered back down to hers.

                                         “It’s quite alright, Miss Ashton...”

His tone had dropped to a calm murmur, now that the initial scolding had passed, and in that temporary serenity, he found himself using the complicated little twists of her scarf as an excuse to keep frosty fingertips against her chilled collarbones for just a moment longer. A small quirk of a smile managed to form on usually frowning lips, an expression that - while it wouldn’t have meant much from most - was more real than half of his ever were. Faint, nearly fragile in its consistency, but genuine nonetheless.

       “You’ll catch your death out here if you aren’t careful, Princess.”

Even softer still, he let that coo of a voice drop to a whisper that, over the noise of cool wind, could only be heard by the two of them. His hands finally lifted from the skin next to her scarf, only so that one could briefly rest ice-cold fingertips against her cheek. And for half a second, public or no, they could feel like a normal couple - that sugary smile curling her lips as she subtly leaned into his gentle touch, green eyes sparkling with cheer now that any harshness had melted away from the subject. 

           “I’ll be more careful next time, Professor.”

A chuckle, warmer than the bitter air around them but still not quite as sweet as he would’ve liked to manage in front of his princess, and then Glitch forced himself to retract his touch from her skin entirely. After all, they were still on campus... But, that didn’t stop the pet-name from rolling off his tongue under his breath. 

                                            “See to it that you are, Baby Girl.” 

@theabandonedones

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25 days of Shipmas!

25 days of Shipmas! by SweetPastelDreams

To celebrate December, I wrote 25 short drabbles involving my favorite Harry Potter ships, platonic and romantic. Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

Words: 371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Audrey Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Charlie Weasley, Viktor Krum, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Teddy Lupin, Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Louis Weasley, Fred Weasley II, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Lysander Scamander, Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Amelia Huang (OC), Frankie Longbottom (OC), Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abott

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Percy Weasley/Audrey Weasley, Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley & Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley/Viktor Krum, James Potter/Lily Evans, James Sirius Potter/Original Female Character(s), Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley, Albus Severus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Luna Potter/Lysander Scamander, Rose Weasley/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: 25 days of shipmas!, Christmas Fluff, Snowfall, Harry Potter's children - Freeform, Baby Weasleys, Weasley Jumpers, Ron being iconic, Baking, Mistletoe, Cuddles, fireplace, Snowmen, Next Next Gen HP, Lots of OCs - Freeform, Albus is not amused, Sibling Love, platonic siblings, Rose and Hugo need more love, Especially Hugo

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/21630397

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25 days of Shipmas!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2r1ObRu

by SweetPastelDreams

To celebrate December, I wrote 25 short drabbles involving my favorite Harry Potter ships, platonic and romantic. Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

Words: 371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Audrey Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Charlie Weasley, Viktor Krum, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Teddy Lupin, Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Louis Weasley, Fred Weasley II, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Lysander Scamander, Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Amelia Huang (OC), Frankie Longbottom (OC), Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abott

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Percy Weasley/Audrey Weasley, Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley & Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley/Viktor Krum, James Potter/Lily Evans, James Sirius Potter/Original Female Character(s), Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley, Albus Severus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Luna Potter/Lysander Scamander, Rose Weasley/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: 25 days of shipmas!, Christmas Fluff, Snowfall, Harry Potter's children - Freeform, Baby Weasleys, Weasley Jumpers, Ron being iconic, Baking, Mistletoe, Cuddles, fireplace, Snowmen, Next Next Gen HP, Lots of OCs - Freeform, Albus is not amused, Sibling Love, platonic siblings, Rose and Hugo need more love, Especially Hugo

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2r1ObRu

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25 days of Shipmas!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2r1ObRu

by SweetPastelDreams

To celebrate December, I wrote 25 short drabbles involving my favorite Harry Potter ships, platonic and romantic. Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

Words: 371, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fleur Delacour, Bill Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Audrey Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Charlie Weasley, Viktor Krum, James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Teddy Lupin, Victoire Weasley, Dominique Weasley, Louis Weasley, Fred Weasley II, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Lysander Scamander, Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Amelia Huang (OC), Frankie Longbottom (OC), Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abott

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Angelina Johnson/George Weasley, Percy Weasley/Audrey Weasley, Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley & Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley/Viktor Krum, James Potter/Lily Evans, James Sirius Potter/Original Female Character(s), Teddy Lupin/Victoire Weasley, Albus Severus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Luna Potter/Lysander Scamander, Rose Weasley/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: 25 days of shipmas!, Christmas Fluff, Snowfall, Harry Potter's children - Freeform, Baby Weasleys, Weasley Jumpers, Ron being iconic, Baking, Mistletoe, Cuddles, fireplace, Snowmen, Next Next Gen HP, Lots of OCs - Freeform, Albus is not amused, Sibling Love, platonic siblings, Rose and Hugo need more love, Especially Hugo

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2r1ObRu

[thebennettdiaries]

                   Welcome to The 12 Days of Shipmas! 

Running from December 13th to December 24th, this year’s series is based on Christmas movie tropes.  You know, the stuff that seems to show up in those Hallmark movies (you expect it and are disappointed if they don’t happen).  Below is the schedule of drabbles.  As with other drabble series, I will post a complete list after it is all said and done.  I hope you all enjoy and Merry Christmas!

December 13th: The impossible white Christmas 

December 14th: Picking out a Christmas tree 

December 15th: Faking a relationship 

December 16th: Widower with a child 

December 17th: Conveniently placed mistletoe 

December 18th: Ugly Christmas sweaters

December 19th: Snowball fight

December 20th: Snowed In 

December 21st: Kissing in the snow 

December 22nd: Christmas tree lighting 

December 23rd: Christmas magic 

December 24th: Royalty

[honeykngdom]

SWEETLEE’S SERPENT SHIPMAS | 01/12

Tis the season, sisters! Welcome to day one of twelve of Sweetlee’s Serpent Shipmas! (even though I’m technically starting a day late) I decided within the last few weeks that I wanted to partake in some kind of holiday thing; everyone is giving back to the community in their own way, and I thought what better than a Serpent Shipmas. Everyday, I will be posting a new drabble/oneshot that follows a list of holiday related prompts I’ve compiled for myself to deliver a little bit of everything this holiday season. This event will end Christmas Day, and I will be tagging posts with #serpentshipmas if anyone wants to blacklist the tag and not see the posts. 

day one inspiration: first snowfall of the year song inspo: send me on my way - rusted roots ship: sweet pea x reader

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You sat with a mug of tea settled between your hands; it was a rather quiet Sunday afternoon, and after tending to the dishes and eating your weight in leftovers, you were perched by the window watching as the snow fell from the heavens, light and fluffy. With the weather drop, the town hadn’t been prepared for the snow so suddenly, though it was refreshing to see all of your neighbours cleaning off their vehicles and shoveling their driveways and sidewalks.

It had been calling for snow all week, and each day you peered out of your bedroom window in disappointment. With Christmas nearing so soon, you had wondered if Riverdale would had the luxury of a white Christmas. Deciding not to waste any more of your day, you sent out messages to the rest of your crew to meet at the quarry, and waited patiently.

After twenty-five minutes, a figure walked through the white filling the streets towards your front door. Prompt as always, you mused to yourself, standing to meet him as he neared the steps.

Sweet Pea stood in the doorway, wet hair frozen solid, cheeks pink from the freezing temperature. He didn’t look all too impressed to be outside of the comfort of his home, and his attire only further proved his protest. He wasn’t even wearing his Serpent jacket.

“I hate the cold,” he grumbled finally, stepping into the house. His neck was hidden under a thick scarf and his hands were shoved into the deep pockets of a hideous parka he must have gotten from the thrift store.

“It’s pretty,” you countered, stepping into your boots. “Besides, this is only day one. If you can’t stand the snow now, what’re you gonna be like in a few weeks when we’re all snowed in?”

Sweet Pea’s brows pulled together, mouth set into a scowl, “Miserable, if I’m snowed in with anyone other than you”

With your arms covered in thick layers and your feet protected under the fuzzy socks and heavy boots, you pulled open the door with an eager smile and shot an innocent look up to your beau; still unimpressed, he stomped out of the house behind you. You had insisted on partaking in something normal for once, having grown tired of spending your free time sitting around the Jones’ trailer with the same group of people from the time the sun rose to the time it set.

“Do we have to do this?” Sweets whined from behind you.

“It’s fun,” you insisted. The sun had begun to break through the clouds looming overhead, and the reflections bounced off the snow covering the ground. Your lips lifted into a smile, watching the way it sparkled. There was something so incredibly magnificent about the winter. The way it brought families and friends together, the way the first snowfall of the season always lifted your spirits. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you felt it in the air. Maybe it was the sound of the snow crunching under your boots, or perhaps it was the way the Riverdale looked peaceful and pure.

Once you had come a clearing, you stopped at the edge and turned to face the towering Serpent. He remained on the sidewalk, watching you intently as you fell backwards into snowbank, arms spread open on either side of you. With your eyes closed, and your lung filled with the bitter December air, you began your ministrations, carving out a silhouette in the snow.

Sweet Pea watched you for a few moments, brows permanently pulled together in the middle, “Yeah, I don’t see how laying in the cold is fun.”

“I’m not just laying in the cold,” you grumbled, “I’m enjoying the snow. C’mon, we can build a snowman.”

Pea snorted, “What was it Elsa said?” he thought for a moment, touching his chin, “Oh, right. Go away, Anna.”

“You’re such a scrooge.” you huffed, holding your arms as you sat upright.

When he turned his back and began to walk towards the house again, you gathered the snow together between your palms and packed it into a neatly circular sphere. Before you had the opportunity to chicken out, you stood on your feet and launched the snowball.

It hit the back of his head and shattered, snow stuck into his long hair and (no doubt) down his back. He turned to face you, face incredulous; unable to contain the fit of giggles that poured from your lips, you watched as he spun on his heels and ran towards you, scooping a handful of snow on his way.

“You’re gonna get it!”

“Oh, shit!” you squeaked, sprinting off in the opposite direction. Sweet Pea might not have enjoyed the cold weather, but he sure did have a lot of fun burying you under a pile of snow.

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