#winter drabbles

I think Remus would be perfectly happy reading all day, but Sirius and James are probably bouncing off the walls. ❤️

Thanks for requesting <3 || 550 words

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Sirius was practically bouncing off the walls–all restless energy and dramatic sighs.

Remus, on the other hand, was completely content with his head resting on your thighs and his nose buried in a novel. You were reading with him, but Sirius’s perpetual sighing and the occasional whine had distracted you so much that after rereading the same page for the fourth time, only to have your attention dragged away from it again, made you drop the book and give up altogether.

James, bless his heart, was doing his best to keep Sirius entertained. He had pulled out a puzzle from the depths of your closet, found a deck of cards buried under old menus and dry pens in a kitchen drawer, he even found one of Remus’s double chocolate brownie mixes from the cabinet and practically begged Sirius to stop moping around and pouting while looking at the thick clumps of snow falling from the window and bake with him.

“Pads, it’s your turn–go fish.”

“I really wanted to make fettuccine tonight,” Sirius sighs while pensively staring at the wall, ignoring James’s instruction.

“Sirius–”

“I just need to go to the store, I could make it if I walked although it would've been nice to take my motorbike–”

You’re about to open your mouth to tell Sirius that he’s being dramatic, but Remus beats you to it.

“Sirius!”

Remus was now, much to your dismay, lifting himself up and off your lap.

“That’s enough, we're not moping around the apartment all day because it's snowing. I know it sucks that we can’t make the dinner you want, but we can still use the ingredients we have.”

James nods his head encouragingly, and Sirius at least has the smarts to look somewhat chastised.

Remus stands, stretching out his back, and pads over to the kitchen. He had barely even made it to the fridge before James was already leaning over him and hovering like a hungry seagull.

“Tell me the goods, Moons. C’mon hit me with it.”

You finally lift from the couch and go stand behind Sirius. You lift your hands to his shoulders and squeeze. He looks up at you and pouts. You squish his cheeks together and let out a soft laugh at the annoyed look he shoots you in return.

Remus sighs, but obliges James’ request. “Asparagus, broccoli–”

“Good start,” James nods.

“Lettuce, parmesan–”

“Alright. This is just getting better and better. Keep it coming, Moony.”

“Carrots, eggs, tomatoes–”

James gasps and shoots upright like he’s been electrocuted,

“I’ve got it!”

You startle from the sudden outburst, but can’t help but smile when Sirius perks up like a dog who heard the rattle of a treat bag.

James practically vibrates. “I’ll make chicken stir fry! We have every ingredient and we still have rice–Remus remember when you bought ten bags because they were on sale?”

Remus just grumbles in return and closes the fridge with a soft thud.

James looks obscenely proud of himself while he waits for someone to argue.

Remus sighs, “I’d enjoy stir fry, loves?” he throws the question to you and Sirius.

Sirius still seems skeptical so you lean down to his ear and whisper,

“Icicle sword fight!” you yelled, pointing at the long row of frozen points hanging temptingly off of a fence.

Your STRIKE team didn’t need to be told twice and they rushed into action, gleefully wielding the icicles on their teammates.

You’d just returned from a long, tense mission and endured an equally tense debriefing before finally being freed and fleeing the building to enjoy a few days off the clock.

Thwack! A snowball hit you in the side and you jumped to avenge yourself with an evil grin, sending your assailant squealing away. The icicles had been used up and now the parking lot was a melee of flying snowballs.

✦ a ning yizhou drabble (ft. minjeong)

✧˖°. cw! winter as readers bff, unrequited love (winter), soulmate!au, red string of fate!au, winter x karina, winter is in denial, angst, fluff

I'm going with younger children because Baby James >>>

"Stockings!" James Herondale, age three, cried as soon as he sprung out of bed on Christmas morning. Tessa chuckled as he bounded toward the fireplace and ripped the sock that Charlotte had knitted for him. A giant J set it apart from little Lucie's stocking, though she was far too young to truly appreciate the magic of the holidays.

"Did you know," Will told James in a grave tone, "that if you run too quickly through the house, pixies are likely to arrive next year and steal all of your gifts before you arise? They're an impish lot."

James glared daggers at Will as though he understood every word, and Tessa stifled a louder laugh. The expression was far too grave on his tiny face, and his eyes were far too wide for the serious expression that he was attempting. "Presents," he said insistently, and Will padded over in his slippers and ruffled Jamie's hair.

Tessa watched her little son reach into the stocking. The fabric moved as his chubby arm rifled through the tinsel that she had stuffed inside to create a magical sort of holiday ambiance.

Will plopped down beside him on the ground and winked. "Do you require assistance, cariad?

James gave him a blank look.

"You must utilize a more easily-comprehensible vernacular, William," Tessa said pointedly. Will's eyes shone in amusement.

"Do you need help?" Will tried again.

"Help," James agreed, handing the stocking off to Will.

"Very good," Will said. "Here's how it's done." He flipped the stocking over unceremoniously, and all of its contents fell on the floor beside James.

thank u in advance and take ur time!

chicken sandwich . winter x gn!reader about . 542 words, fluff + angst warnings . none!

A winter drabble prompts list I came up with for the month of December.

Use it for any fandom, any original idea, do the whole thing or just pick and choose which days you like.

Interpret however you like, do whatever you want. The only requirement is that it is a drabble, 100 words.

You almost threw the present at Sans, you were so excited! "Open it!" you crowed. "Open it open it open it!"

Sans managed to catch the gift before it smacked him in the face. He laughed. "Got me somethin' good, huh?"

"You're going to love it!" you assured him. "Open iiiiiiiiitttt!!!"

"All right, I'm opening, I'm opening!" He tore off the paper to reveal--

"A burger from Grillby's? Aww, kid, ya shouldn't have! Ya know it's my favorite." He grinned at you. "I'm impressed the grease didn't soak through the wrapping paper."

"Don't you wanna take a bite of it?" you asked eagerly. "It's a new specialty burger. Grillby gave it to me just for you." You were almost vibrating in anticipation.

Sans looked at the box for a moment, considering. It was warm in his hands, and there was a smell of Grillby's amazing food, and he was hungry. "Sure," he said. "But only if ya share it with me."

"Oh, I think you're going to want it all to yourself," you said with a barely concealed snicker.

Well, that made it all the more exciting, didn't it? This was either a really good burger or a really good joke. Either way, Sans eagerly opened the box.

Inside, stacked neatly and looking almost exactly like a burger, were a number of socks. Sans lifted the whole set of them out and stared at them. They felt warm in his hands.

"Do you like them?" you asked, your eyes wide and shining. "I asked Grillby for the box, and to make them a little warm for you."

Sans grinned at you. "I love 'em," he said. "I'm really gonna be on a roll when I wear these! I'll relish the moment I get to put 'em on and show Pap. If givin' really good gifts was a competition, I'd never ketchup to you."

You gave him a big hug. Then you said, "Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Olive."

"Olive who?"

"Olive you, you silly skeleton. Happy Gyftmas!"

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Please and thank you

Thank you!

This was not the Labyrinth Sarah had described to you. Maybe that was because everything was covered in a thin layer of snow or maybe because you didn't feel at all intimidated or frightened by the place. It seemed far more peaceful than Sarah had told you.

The water in the fountain was frozen, unmoving and it looked like crystals. It so beautiful. In fact, everything you'd seen so far was exquisite. But no sight in the Labyrinth could hold a candle to the experience of seeing him for the first time.

You heard a voice behind you and you spun around, coming face-to-face with what was probably the most handsome person you'd ever seen. "Are-Are you him? The Goblin King?" you asked in a soft voice.

"You know the answer to that, don't you?" God even his voice was enchanting. Hypnotic almost. You avoided his gaze knowing that if you looked into his eyes, you would be lost. You'd never want to leave.