Charles/Erik, Emma/Shaw, the holiday lights battle
anonymous
November 15 2011, 07:46:18 UTC
In honor of hearing my first Christmas carol on the radio today...I am so ready for this prompt.
The Lernsherr-Xavier house in Westchester has always been kind of famous for its holiday displays. After all, it takes real work to make the Hanukkah lights mesh effectively with the Christmas lights, and Erik is ridiculously proud of his reputation (while his husband Charles bemusedly humors him).
Then Sebastian and Emma Shaw move in next door. Sebastian is determined to upstage Erik's light display this year and usurp the title for Best Holiday Light Display.
Cue madcap holiday house display antics. Bonus if you can have a scene where Emma and Charles are just standing on the sidewalk sipping cocoa providing commentary while they watch their husbands try to blow the powergrid out of upstate New York.
Fill: The holiday lights battle 1/5 (Charles/Erik, Emma/Shaw) Warning: copious alcohol consumption
anonymous
November 16 2011, 18:23:06 UTC
No, this is not the most ridiculous thing I've ever written. Can anyone think of a title?
Erik Lehnsherr was famous throughout the neighbourhood for his Christmas lights.
In one way this was surprising, since he was naturally Scrooge-like and determinedly Jewish. In another way it wasn’t surprising at all, because he was a man very much in love.
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It was their first Christmas together, and Charles was firm on the subject of lights. He liked them, he wanted them, and they were Erik’s job.
This caused an argument that lasted for approximately twenty seconds.
Erik’s statement was as follows: ‘I’m not having a giant, glowing Santa on my roof. If you want a hideous light display you can do it yourself.’
Charles’s rebuttal was contained within a single speaking look. It pointed out that he, Charles, was the one who would be cooking the mince pies and the turkey, and covering for Erik’s grouchiness parties, and buying the necessary cards and gifts for Erik’s friends and employees, and doing absolutely everything else, and Erik
( ... )
Re: Author!AnonsharpestscalpelNovember 16 2011, 21:52:39 UTC
There's this Matthew Broderick movie called Deck the Halls and I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole time I read the prompt and then your story. Cracked me up no end.
Fill: The holiday lights battle 3/5 (Charles/Erik, Emma/Shaw) Warning: copious alcohol consumption
anonymous
November 16 2011, 18:32:23 UTC
***
In the depths of night, Erik got out his plan of campaign and reviewed his potential next moves. His adversary was both cunning and resourceful, but he was by no means beaten yet. He gazed down at Charles’s peacefully sleeping form.
‘For you, my love,’ he whispered, getting out his welding tools.
***
Charles did seem impressed when he saw the latest creation. He also seemed a little bemused.
‘Are you sure it’s safe, though?’ he said, shivering in the cold, cookie-dough-covered spoon still clasped in one hand
( ... )
Fill: The holiday lights battle 4/5 (Charles/Erik, Emma/Shaw) Warning: copious alcohol consumption
anonymous
November 16 2011, 18:36:17 UTC
***
Early the next morning Charles woke to the sound of voices. Two extremely angry voices, just outside the window.
Getting unwillingly out of bed, he wrapped himself in a dressing gown and put on his favourite fluffy bunny slippers. In the kitchen he made a pot of tea and ate two slices of toast and honey. Then he poured himself a second cup of tea and, gathering his nerve and his patience, opened the front door.
Things were worse than he’d expected. Erik was standing protectively in front of his sculpture. Shaw was advancing, bearing a sledgehammer.
‘Snowman murderer!’ Shaw roared.
‘It deserved to die,’ Erik yelled. ‘Do your worst, you no-talent hackShaw raised the sledgehammer. Charles squeaked with panic and ran out into the yard. ‘Erik, be the better man!’ he called
( ... )
Fill: The holiday lights battle 5/5 (Charles/Erik, Emma/Shaw) Warning: copious alcohol consumption
anonymous
November 16 2011, 18:40:59 UTC
Emma had interesting ideas about the mixing of vodka and blueberry smoothie. They tried it in various proportions. They tried adding lemonade for a long cocktail, and cream for a short one. They garnished with fruit and umbrellas, then, when they ran out of smoothie, it seemed sensible to just curl up on the couch and polish off the vodka
( ... )
The Lernsherr-Xavier house in Westchester has always been kind of famous for its holiday displays. After all, it takes real work to make the Hanukkah lights mesh effectively with the Christmas lights, and Erik is ridiculously proud of his reputation (while his husband Charles bemusedly humors him).
Then Sebastian and Emma Shaw move in next door. Sebastian is determined to upstage Erik's light display this year and usurp the title for Best Holiday Light Display.
Cue madcap holiday house display antics. Bonus if you can have a scene where Emma and Charles are just standing on the sidewalk sipping cocoa providing commentary while they watch their husbands try to blow the powergrid out of upstate New York.
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(Christmas music has been playing non-stop on 2 separate radio stations since Friday afternoon where I live, wft??)
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Erik Lehnsherr was famous throughout the neighbourhood for his Christmas lights.
In one way this was surprising, since he was naturally Scrooge-like and determinedly Jewish. In another way it wasn’t surprising at all, because he was a man very much in love.
***
It was their first Christmas together, and Charles was firm on the subject of lights. He liked them, he wanted them, and they were Erik’s job.
This caused an argument that lasted for approximately twenty seconds.
Erik’s statement was as follows: ‘I’m not having a giant, glowing Santa on my roof. If you want a hideous light display you can do it yourself.’
Charles’s rebuttal was contained within a single speaking look. It pointed out that he, Charles, was the one who would be cooking the mince pies and the turkey, and covering for Erik’s grouchiness parties, and buying the necessary cards and gifts for Erik’s friends and employees, and doing absolutely everything else, and Erik ( ... )
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*giggles*
I love this. (And I love holiday lights so so much.)
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People take their holiday lights so seriously!
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It's astonishing how many ways there are to discover the 'true meaning of Christmas'. Lights seen from outer space is a new one on me :D
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In the depths of night, Erik got out his plan of campaign and reviewed his potential next moves. His adversary was both cunning and resourceful, but he was by no means beaten yet. He gazed down at Charles’s peacefully sleeping form.
‘For you, my love,’ he whispered, getting out his welding tools.
***
Charles did seem impressed when he saw the latest creation. He also seemed a little bemused.
‘Are you sure it’s safe, though?’ he said, shivering in the cold, cookie-dough-covered spoon still clasped in one hand ( ... )
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Early the next morning Charles woke to the sound of voices. Two extremely angry voices, just outside the window.
Getting unwillingly out of bed, he wrapped himself in a dressing gown and put on his favourite fluffy bunny slippers. In the kitchen he made a pot of tea and ate two slices of toast and honey. Then he poured himself a second cup of tea and, gathering his nerve and his patience, opened the front door.
Things were worse than he’d expected. Erik was standing protectively in front of his sculpture. Shaw was advancing, bearing a sledgehammer.
‘Snowman murderer!’ Shaw roared.
‘It deserved to die,’ Erik yelled. ‘Do your worst, you no-talent hackShaw raised the sledgehammer. Charles squeaked with panic and ran out into the yard. ‘Erik, be the better man!’ he called ( ... )
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