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prompt: Speirton + sledding

Day 23: Sledding

“I’ve never done this before.” Ron’s voice was characteristically monotoned. Nevertheless, Carwood detected the edge of nervousness haunting his words. Ron’s anxiety and discomfort were present, too, in the slight twitch of the fingers at his side and the wrinkle of his brow. The dark-haired man refused to meet Carwood’s eyes when he admitted, “I might be bad at it.”

Carwood couldn’t help the small smile that lifted his lips as he assured Ron that he would lead the way, that everything would be fine. He laid the toboggan atop the snow. “Hold on tight—”, and off they went.
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prompt: BabeRoe + Santa Claus

Day 22: Spreading Holiday Cheer

“How long ya been doin’ this?”

Tugging the Santa Claus hat lower over his forehead, Gene shrugged at Babe. “Since I was ‘bout fifteen, I reckon.”

“And ya go to hospitals?”

The Cajun nodded. “Some. Mostly, they’re small free clinics across a few parishes. Takes about two weeks to visit ‘em all.” He fastened the last button on the Santa suit and reached for the fake, white beard. “Hate this damn thing,” he mumbled, fixing it about his ears. Covered head-to-toe in red and white, Gene motioned for Babe to grab the presents. “C’mon, cher, let’s cheer up some enfants, eh?”
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prompt: literally anything about Shifty (gen, slash, I don’t care!!!!!), for [archiveofourown.org profile] corinneftw

Day 18: Shifty Remembers

In the years following the war, it became tradition. Darrell would rise in the quiet hours before dawn on Christmas Eve, grab his rifle, and trek deep into the snow-covered, Virginia woods. He would find a natural trough in the land and slide down, feel the familiar sensation of packed earth against his back and imagine the feel of a buddy at his side. He would reflect upon that dark Christmas in the Bois Jacques, recalling the brotherhood and bloodshed, the terrible cold and the unfailing fear, and Darrell always said a prayer for each man who never came home.
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prompt: Luz/Toye + elf

Day 17: The North Pole

“You could be an elf.”

Tucked together in a foxhole, George has been studying the shell of Joe’s ear for three hours, curious as to how it appears to point despite the tip’s delicate curve.

Joe snorts humorlessly at the radio technician’s seemingly unprovoked declaration and glances at George from beneath long lashes and his helmet’s brim. “You’re the short one.”

“C’mon, Joe. We’re in the North Pole—" George exaggeratedly gestures the Belgian snow. “—and you’re Santa’s Helper.”

“M’not a damn elf.” Joe shifts his hips and adds, smirking, “But I got your North Pole right here, Georgie.”



honestly, I have no idea how developed the origin story of Santa's elves were circa 1944, but, ya know, just go with it...
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prompt: Speirton + tree

Day 16: Rachamps

A potted tree, hardly a foot tall, sits on the altar at the cathedral in Rachamps. In the early hours of the morning, the roster of Easy’s dead keeps Carwood awake. In his restlessness, he follows the candles’ glow to the tree. He skims a hand over its naked, drooping branches, the needles prickling his fingertips.

The nuns’ choir long gone, the men are asleep. Their new captain is not.

Speirs joins Carwood at the altar, pays homage to the derelict tree and the season it represents. “I hope next Christmas treats you better, Lieutenant.”

Carwood’s chest blooms with warm.
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prompt: Johnny/Bull + mistletoe

Day 13: Mistletoe

“Hey, Bull, look what I found.”

The declaration draws Bull’s attention from the book in his lap, and the Arkansas native is greeted by the sight of Johnny Martin—stark naked and holding a bundle of mistletoe just above his flaccid cock.

When Bull just stares unblinking, Johnny snorts and asks, pointedly, the hint of a smirk curling his mouth, “Think you can help a guy out?”

Bull nods, seriously, and starts to rise. “Sure, Johnny, I can do that.”

As the farm boy sinks to his knees beneath the mistletoe, the book abandoned, Johnny thinks, Merry Christmas to me.
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prompt, sequel to: “Winters/Nixon, trying to cook or bake something for Christmas together” but from Nixon’s POV (original prompt from [personal profile] slightlytookish)

Day 12: Fudge, Part II

Dick is under the impression that Lew is hopeless in the kitchen—and he’s utterly wrong. Lew was raised by nannies and spent countless hours in the Nixon kitchen, observing as the cooks prepared everything from consommé to baked Alaska. By age twelve, Lew was practically a master chef.

But on rare occasions when Dick invites Lew into the kitchen, the redhead hovers at Lew’s elbow and gifts him little hidden smiles whenever Lew accomplishes his set task. So, naturally, Lew allows the charade to continue.

“Like this?”

Dick eyes the fudge, fighting a grin. “Yeah, Lew. You’re doing great.”
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prompt: Winnix: Playing in the snow, for [personal profile] muccamukk

Day 11: Oops

When Lew tumbled into the snow, Dick quelled a grin—he’d warned Lew to be careful—and extended his hand, only to be betrayed by the intelligence officer and yanked down into the snowdrift.

His backside instantly chilled, Dick met Lew’s childlike merriment with an unamused, “Feel better?”

“Loads.”

Lew suspected nothing as Dick grabbed a fistful of snow. Then, the icy powder caught Lew in the face, launching up his nose and smacking against his front teeth.

Dick smirked, gleefully. “Oops.”

“’Oops,’ my ass.”

One snowball fight and two snow angels later, Dick and Lew continued on their way.



we still have several days left in December, but only a few more prompts! comment below prompts for holiday fun with our favorite troopers!
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prompt: if you're doing non-shippy drabbles, maybe one canon-era company christmas at toccoa or in bastogne, for [archiveofourown.org profile] debeauharnais

Day 8: Ole St. Nick

That December, Easy Co. was visited by a Secret St. Nick, who left gifts in troopers’ foxholes. Perconte got new scissors. Christenson, Grant, and Hoobler each received worn, wool socks. Randleman was gifted a cigar, flavorless but nonetheless pleasing. Nixon discovered a fifth of crème de menthe. Smokey found a grenade canister stuffed with coffee grounds.

The men suspected Doc Roe, who had access to supplies given his trips back-and-forth between the Bois Jacques and the Bastogne aid station, or perhaps someone motherly like Lipton or big-hearted like Shifty. Regardless, the secret gift-giver made a hard Christmas a little brighter.
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prompt: maybe some cozy luztoye + cheesy christmas movies (joe pretends he's annoyed by luz doing a voiceover of every film and making up his own script in different voices) (he isn't), for [archiveofourown.org profile] debeauharnais

Day 7: A Christmas Story

It isn’t enough that Luz, who is the shortest guy they know (aside from maybe Perconte), takes up the whole goddamn couch, all legs and arms everywhere, Joe scrunched up in a ball on the end, but he also constantly yammers throughout the movie.

It starts as a low murmur, barely audible, then escalates to full-on conversations with the characters and incorrect quotes. “You’ll shoot your dick off, kid.”

Joe rolls his eyes, suppressing a laugh. “Shuddup.”

“Make me,” Luz retorts with a familiar grin.

So, Joe does, leaning over and silencing Luz with a kiss, smiling all the while.
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prompt: Can I request some Soft Spierton Holiday Content??? I just want all my boys to be warm and happy (for [archiveofourown.org profile] corinneftw)

Day 6: Cozy

“You’re home.”

There’s a touch of affection to Ron’s announcement, proclaimed from the den where the dark-haired man stands, holding Carwood’s family quilt.

“The eggnog is almost ready,” Ron declares, draping the blanket over the floor next to the fireplace, beautifully lit by a modest fire. Carols play softly from the radio, and there’s a book atop the pillows stacked neatly against the hearth. “Dickens, your favorite Christmas story,” Ron explains when he sees Carwood’s confusion. “You’ve had a long week…I thought we could…slow down, do a little reading. Together.”
Ron smiles and warmth blooms in Carwood’s chest. “Yes, please.”
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prompt: Winters/Nixon, trying to cook or bake something for Christmas together (for [personal profile] slightlytookish)

Day 5: Fudge

“Like this?” Lew tilts the bowl for inspection.

Dick fights a grin. “Yeah, Lew. You’re doing great.”

There’s chocolate on Lew’s wrist and a dusting of flour on his shirt, but he doesn’t mind, grinning and humming along to the carols on the radio. Later, when he samples a bite of the holiday fudge, Lew moans and immediately picks off another chunk. “You’ve got to try this.”

The redhead’s lips part to accept the offering, familiar flavors coating his tongue. When he nods his approval, Lew beams and Dick can’t help but steal a kiss from his lover’s chocolate-covered lips.
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prompt: Babe/Roe, "all I want for Christmas is you", for [personal profile] thrillingdetectivetales

Day 4: Foxholes

Just after dawn, the redheaded private tumbled gracelessly into the medic’s foxhole.

“Ya alright?” Gene asked, eyes flickering over the other man’s form in search of the slightest sign of injury.

“M’good, Doc. Just wanted to wish ya a Merry Christmas.”

Gene started. Was it December 25th already? Huh. He glanced sideways at the redhead. “Hope you ain’t here for presents. All I got’s a half-empty packet of sulfa.”

Babe gave a wolfish grin. “S’okay, Doc.” Then, he added with a wink, “All I want for Christmas—” He bumped the medic’s shoulder playfully with his own. “—is you.”
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prompt: Babe/Roe, snow, giftwrap, Christmas carols; doesn't have to be romantic but I do love me some BabeRoe, for [personal profile] thrillingdetectivetales

Day 3: White Christmas

“I’ll be dreaming of a white Christmas...”

Tucking Yoda underneath the final corner and taping the Star Wars giftwrap, Babe proudly displayed his freshly swathed present. “Eh, not bad?”

A grin tugged at Gene’s lips, half-hidden behind the rim of his mug. “Not bad, Edward.”

Then—

“Look, Gene! Snow!

Babe abandoned the gift and dashed toward the window, nearly toppling his cup of hot cocoa in the process. Gene snickered, but joined him, eyes alight with awe as he watched snowflakes falling for the first time, Irving Berlin crooning softly in the background. “...and may all your Christmases be white...”
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prompt: Bull/Johnny, home for Christmas, for [personal profile] muccamukk

Day 2: Home for Christmas

On Christmas Eve, there’s a knock at the door loud enough to lure Bull away from a stone hearth and the warmth of a well-stoked fire.

“You’re a long way from Ohio.”

Johnny’s smirk twitches, and he looks at Bull, expectantly. “You gonna let me in or what? C’mon, Bull, s’freezin’ out here.”

“Shouldn’t you be home for Christmas?” asks Bull, but he steps aside anyhow, allowing Johnny to enter the modest farmhouse, the shorter man’s shoulder brushing Bull’s chest as he passes. Johnny drops his bag next to a pair of Bull’s work boots and shrugs. “I am home.”
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Here is the (still growing!) prompt list for my BoB 30-Day Christmas Drabble Challenge. Feel free to reply with your own!

Day 1: Babe/Roe
Day 2: Bull/Johnny, home for Christmas (for [personal profile] muccamukk)
Day 3: Babe/Roe, snow, giftwrap, Christmas carols; doesn't have to be romantic but I do love me some BabeRoe (for [personal profile] thrillingdetectivetales)
Day 4: Babe/Roe, "all I want for Christmas is you" (for [personal profile] thrillingdetectivetales)
Day 5: Winters/Nixon, trying to cook or bake something for Christmas together (for [personal profile] slightlytookish)
Day 6: Can I request some Soft Spierton Holiday Content??? I just want all my boys to be warm and happy (for [archiveofourown.org profile] corinneftw)
Day 7: maybe some cozy luztoye + cheesy christmas movies (joe pretends he's annoyed by luz doing a voiceover of every film and making up his own script in different voices) (he isn't). (for [archiveofourown.org profile] debeauharnais)
Day 8: if you're doing non-shippy drabbles, maybe one canon-era company christmas at toccoa or in bastogne (for [archiveofourown.org profile] debeauharnais)
Day 9: one modern au one at someone's apartment where it's all warm and cozy and everyone's got hot chocolate and they all fall asleep together in front of the tv? (for [archiveofourown.org profile] debeauharnais)
Day 10: one (modern or canon-era) where liebgott is distant for a few days and no one is sure how to broach the whole christmas thing with him but then the 25th comes around and he reappears like "happy fucking hanukkah, losers, lmao you thought" and spoils everyone with really shitty, tacky gifts that he hand-picked individually for maximum hatred from the recipient (like a copy of jaws for webster) (and it's soft af because he loves his friends so much and is secretly so happy to be able to spend his own holiday with them)? (for [archiveofourown.org profile] debeauharnais)
Day 11: Winnix: Playing in the snow (for [personal profile] muccamukk)
Day 12: sequel to: “Winters/Nixon, trying to cook or bake something for Christmas together” but from Nixon’s POV (original prompt from [personal profile] slightlytookish, but now I just wanna write more of it!)
Day 13: Bull/Johnny + mistletoe
Day 14: Winnix + jingle bells
Day 15: BabeRoe + Reindeer
Day 16: Speirton + tree
Day 17: Luz/toye + elf
Day 18: literally anything about Shifty (gen, slash, I don’t care!!!!!)(for [archiveofourown.org profile] corinneftw)
Day 19: BabeRoe but from an outsider’s POV (dealer’s choice)(for [archiveofourown.org profile] corinneftw)
Day 20: Winters/Tab (also non-slash, pre-slash, or implied): How Tab was allowed to keep the dog(for [personal profile] scandalinbohemia)
Day 21: Winnix + candy cane
Day 22: BabeRoe + Santa Claus
Day 23: Speirton + Sledding
Day 24: Johnny/Bull + Christmas Feast
Day 25: LuzToye + Family
Day 26: Winniz + scarf/mittens
Day 27: BabeRoe + Wreath
Day 28: Speirton + Lights
Day 29: Johnny/Bull + Ice Skating
Day 30: LuzToye + Stockings

Bonus-Day 31: New Year's Eve Ensemble
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Howdy, folks!

I'm starting a 30-Day BoB Drabble Challenge for Christmas. Feel free to reply with prompts--I'll create a list as they come in--featuring any characters/pairings, can be gen. or romance, and as brief/descriptive as you'd like!

For Day 1, in honor of the sixth anniversary of Babe Heffron's passing, I've done a BabeRoe drabble (below). <3



Day 1: Holiday Newcomer

The contrast of his plaid flannel—patches of rich red and midnight black—against the hunter-green forest of Douglas firs crowding the Christmas tree farm caught Gene’s gaze; the shock of his brilliant ginger hair kept it. The stranger wore industrial winter boots, largely useless this far below the Mason-Dixon line, and lugged seven- and eight-foot trees across the lot like they were weightless, though his muscles strained against the cotton constraints of his shirt. He was handsome, tall and pale, an unfamiliar face—the parish’s first newcomer in years.

Gene knew immediately that he wanted desperately to know him.

 



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