A/N: The document had a glitch and most of my work was lost before I could save it 😭, but it's all good now. Also, I've shamelessly based this off La Fille du Père Noël by Jacques Dutronc, if you want to go to check it out. I heard it and it was SO scororse I just HAD TO write it. Honestly, just go check it out and you'll agree with me. It just SPOKE to me. My muse had a mini dance party.

Title: Santa Claus' Daughter

Summary: Scorpius has spent the day with his father, the Bogeyman, running around terrifying people and giving them lumps of coal. When he gets home, he's exhausted, but there's someone in his room… Santa!AU

WC: 1,210

Characters: Rose W., Scorpius M.

Genres: Romance, Humour

Christmas night had come and gone, and in the span of only one night, Scorpius and his father had gone around the world, giving out lumps of coal and whipping all the naughty people. He was positively exhausted. He was more than exhausted. Honestly, Father Christmas got all the luck, he gave gifts to the children, who gave him milk and cookies and then thought about poor old Santa who was probably so tired after his rounds. There was no such thing for the Bogeyman, unfortunately.

Which was why finally, after 24 hours of perusing the world to spread pain and sadness, he couldn't wait to get back to his hotel room (yes, his hotel room, he was sick of living with his father all the time). He trudged through the quiet lobby, where his house elf met him – yes, his elf. Nick wasn't the only one who took care of those creatures.

"Sir, there being someone in sir's room," the elf muttered, slightly nervous. Scorpius supposed he was imposing, dressed all in black, whip in hand. The elf usually cowered when he was around him.

"There is someone is my room?" Scorpius asked, raising an eyebrow.

The elf nodded, not daring to meet his eye.

"And who is it?"

"Dipsy is not knowing, sir."

"Then how do you know someone is in my room?" he demanded.

"There was being noises, sir."

"Bah, humbug," he swore, then sighed. "Fine, you are dismissed, Dispy."

Dispsy nodded again.

"And Happy Christmas," he added for good measure.

Dipsy positively trembled in fear, eyed his whipped, and disapparated quicker than Scorpius could say "naughty". He was used to people being afraid around him. It wasn't the most pleasant feeling, but it was what it was. At least he wasn't his father, not just yet. When his father retired and he became the Bogeyman, they wouldn't be able to look at him without crying. Oh joy. He could hardly wait (please note the irony).

He crept through the quiet lobby mounted the stairs two by two, impatient to find the person who had broken into his room. When he finally came to his door, he listened close and he could hear a person humming softly to themself. He whispered alohomora to open his room and pushed the door open.

"Sorry, I'm late," he announced when he walked in.

"Eep!" squeaked the person in the room. It was a girl, with flaming red hair, her bare back to him, who had been in the process of unbuttoning her magenta shirt. She twirled round on herself, taking the time to shut her shirt on herself, buttoning Monday on Tuesday. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" she demanded.

"It's my room," he pointed out, amused.

"Still!" she growled. "It's basic rules of politeness. You never know when someone might be changing!"

"Why were you even changing?" he asked.

"Well, you were late," she said accusingly, "And I hate staying in this sweaty, sooty thing." She gesticulated towards her carelessly buttoned shirt, and Scorpius had to retain a chuckle.

"Speaking of soot, you've got some on her nose."

"What!" she shrieked, then proceeded to rub her nose furiously, all while she blushed. It was quite adorable.

"How was your evening then?"

"Oh, absolutely wonderful! It brings me such joy to think of all the little children smiling tomorrow morning when they'll see all the presents," she said, a smile lighting up her own red face.

"Oh, you're hopeless," Scorpius sighed, rolling his eyes, though of course, he didn't mean it.

"I'm not hopeless, I'm optimistic!" she argued. "How was your evening?"

"Absolutely smashing, in lore than one sense of the term," he told her, throwing down his whip for effect. "And I suppose your Father dropped you off?" he asked nonchalantly.

"I told him I wanted to eat the milk and cookies at the last place, so he left me there. It wasn't too hard to get to the hotel from there," explained.

"Careful!" he taunted, "You're going to get fat Rose Noël!"

"Hey!" she pouted. "I'm not! And don't call me by my middle name. I'm not sure you want to go there, Scorpius Hyperion-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

"-Baltazar. Honestly, I can't decide which of the two is the worst," she finished with a peal of laughter and fell back on his bed, patting the space next to her for him to come next to her. He complied.

"My parents are so annoying for naming me that," Scorpius said. "But at least my mother isn't asking for the elves to be freed. Does she know that if she frees the elves, Christmas can literally not happen?"

"Scorpius," Rose said indignantly, "Despite the fact that you might be right, don't talk about my mother that way! You know we've agreed not to talk about our parents, because every time we do, we just end up fighting, and today is supposed to be a time of joy."

"You're right, I'm sorry," he admitted.

They spent a moment in silence, thinking about what had been said. But Rose quickly broke the quiet: "I'm freezing, and you're warm. Hug me."

"Rose, you've literally been sitting around in a warm hotel room for the past hour or so-"

"Not my fault you were late!"

"-and I've just come back from the freezing outside!"

"Oh, just stop being so damn logical, accept my excuse for a hug and do it!" she demanded.

He complied. Of course he did. And then the hug turned into a kiss. Of course it did. And for a moment, it was just the two of them, kissing, in a moment of perfect Christmas bliss, far away from their parents and their rivalries.

Because if you hadn't noticed yet, Rose was the daughter of Father Christmas, Santa Claus, Père Noël and the million other names for him, while he was the son of the Bogeyman, the Grinch, Père Fouettard and all his other names. Rivals from birth, complete opposites, raised to hate each other and yet somehow, through a series of unexpected circumstances, they had come together, in a love that neither of their father's could possibly understand. Of course, it was probably the best kept secret of the North Pole, which was saying a lot, because Christmas worked on secrets. But it was love.

How long they stayed there, neither of them could have told. But soon, the morning began to creep in through the window, and noises from the rooms next heard could be heard.

"I really can't stay," Rose said, when they broke apart, regret creeping into her voice where there once had been pure unadulterated joy.

"I know," he said.

"But this was nice," she said, making her way towards the chimney, and picking up her bag. He always made a point of getting a room with a chimney, just so that she could pop by whenever she wished.

"I know," he replied, and got up to join her.

"See you around, maybe?" she asked.

"Of course," he promised.

"I love you, Scorpius Hyperion Baltazar," she said truthfully, but with a little tease in her voice.

"And I love you, Rose Noël."

She slipped into the chimney and was off. Santa Claus' daughter.

A/N: Written for a bunch of forums.