#synchronized christmas musical lights

[dollishmehrayan]

# CHRISTMAS TREE DECORATING AND CHAOS ── .✦ ( decorating trees with batboys ‘separated’! ⋆౨ৎ )

a/n: I literally feel so happy genuinely now, I guess my mental health is getting better && anyways i have 64 requests to get to… i truly need to speed run through these but some I can’t do sadly 😭 so sorryy ᥫ᭡, tags: (batboys x fem!reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

The king of enthusiasm: As soon as you suggest decorating the tree together, he’s all in.

“We’re going for the most extra tree Gotham has ever seen!” He wants it tall enough to touch the ceiling and glittery enough to blind someone.

He’s the guy who insists on climbing to the very top to put on the star, even though he wobbles dangerously on the ladder.

Sings Christmas songs (terribly off-key he’s also like tone deaf and beat deaf it’s a curse to hear him sing something at karaoke) while you decorate, complete with dramatic twirls and spins around the tree.

Accidentally tangles himself in the lights at least twice. “I’m fine, I’m fine! I was just… testing the durability!”

Insists on taking a million photos of you with the finished tree, calling you his “Christmas angel.”

When it’s all done, he dims the lights, wraps an arm around you, and whispers, “This might be my favorite Christmas ever.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

He pretends to be indifferent. “Decorating a tree? Sounds boring.” But the second you start, he’s invested.

He’s surprisingly good at untangling lights and getting them perfectly spaced on the tree. “What? I’ve got steady hands.”

Jason leans into more minimalistic decor deep reds, dark greens, and gold accents but he lets you take the lead. “You want glittery ornaments? Fine. But I draw the line at tinsel.” (he’s like those sad beige moms but with like dark traditional Christmas colors…)

Complains about how prickly the tree is the entire time but still helps you string popcorn garlands because he knows it makes you happy.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

He’s excited about decorating but is terrible at it. Tim tries, but he’s way better at figuring out the tech side of things (like synchronized tree lights) than actually hanging ornaments.

Spends 20 minutes untangling lights and another 20 trying to figure out why one strand isn’t working. “It’s science! There’s a method to this madness.”

He’s the type to sneak a caffeine break halfway through while you keep decorating. “What? I need fuel to focus!”

Insists on hanging some nerdy ornaments—little Batman logos, Star Wars-themed ones, or even a tiny Robin figurine.

When you get frustrated with his lack of artistic flair, he pulls you close and says, “Hey, at least I’m good company, right?”

After it’s all done, he insists on dimming the lights and turning on the synchronized tree music. “Look at that. A masterpiece.”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Initially acts like it’s beneath him. “Why would I waste time decorating a tree?” But he ends up being surprisingly good at it.

Damian has an eye for symmetry, so every ornament has to be perfectly spaced. “No, that one is too close to the red one. Move it.”

If you mention that decorating the tree is a nostalgic tradition for you, he softens immediately. “Fine. But this had better be worth it.”

He refuses to wear a Christmas sweater, but you catch him smiling when you put on a ridiculous reindeer headband.

Titus gets involved, carrying around ornaments and wagging his tail, which Damian pretends to be annoyed by but secretly loves.

When the tree is finished, he stands back with his arms crossed, pretending not to care. But when you beam at him, he quietly says, “It looks… nice. I suppose this wasn’t a complete waste of time.”

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

(He buys like 40 ft Christmas trees for the main ball in the manor and like that’s almost impossible to decorate without professionals)

The ultimate perfectionist. He has a very clear vision for the tree, but he tries to let you take the lead. “It’s your tradition. I’ll follow your lead… mostly.”

Insists on using the tallest tree that will fit in Wayne Manor and hires a team to bring it in.

He’s all about elegant, classic decorations white lights, glass ornaments, and a tasteful tree topper. But if you want colorful lights or quirky ornaments, he’ll indulge you.

Offers to lift you up to reach the highest branches instead of letting you use a ladder. “I don’t need you breaking your neck before the gala.”

Alfred brings hot cocoa and cookies halfway through, smiling at how relaxed Bruce looks around you.

When the tree is done, he turns to you and says, “It’s perfect. Just like this moment.” Then he pulls you into a rare, heartfelt kiss under the twinkling lights.

[norrisleclercf1]

Day 20 of 25 Days of Christmas: Dancing to Christmas Music

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 916

As you step through the door, the familiar warmth of home envelops you, easing the day's heaviness. The chill of the outside world melts away, replaced with the gentle glow of soft Christmas lights twinkling around the room. The lights cast playful shadows across the walls, creating an inviting atmosphere that beckons you to leave the day's stress behind.

You take a moment to inhale deeply, absorbing the faint scent of pine from the Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner. It’s decorated with a mix of ornaments that tell stories of years past—each shiny piece a memory, each twinkling light a reminder of laughter and love shared. You glance over at your partner, who’s already moved to the sound of soft music filling the air, caressing the room like a gentle embrace.

Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice drifts through the living room, wrapping around you like a cozy quilt. His holiday classics spill from the speakers, punctuated by melodies that instantly evoke nostalgia and warmth. “Let It Snow,” “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”—each note invites you to lose yourself in the moment's magic.

Together, you make your way to the center of the living room, leaving behind the stresses of work and obligations. As your partner reaches for your hand, there’s a spark of connection, an unspoken understanding that this time is precious, meant solely for you. You both sway gently without a word, allowing the music to guide your movements. The outside world fades away, and it’s just the two of you dancing in your private sanctuary.

The soft rhythm of the music encourages your bodies to move together, instinctively falling into a simple dance. You find comfort in how your partner’s hand rests caringly on the small of your back, grounding you. With each step, you feel the day's tensions dissipate, and each sways a release of the burdens carried throughout the hours. At this moment, the chaos outside the world feels miles away.

Your laughter fills the space between verses. There’s something undeniably joyful about dancing in your living room, letting loose with someone you love. You glance up at the charming array of Christmas lights sparkling overhead, their soft hues mirroring the happiness thrumming within your chest. The colors intermingle and twinkle, creating a beautiful backdrop to your impromptu celebration.

As the music plays on, you find yourself lost in the moment, letting go of any lingering stress or worries from the day. You don’t need to think about deadlines or chores; all that matters is the feeling of your partner’s body against yours, the way they move with you as if you’re ideally in sync. It’s a dance of familiar steps, but the love in the air makes it feel like an entirely new experience, one that has the potential to go on forever.

With every spin, you feel lighter and weightless, as if the rhythm of the music carries you both into a realm of joy and intimacy. You twirl your partner, eliciting laughter that dances around the room like the notes in the air. Every flicker of the Christmas lights feels like a shared secret, twinkling in delight at the connection blossoming around you.

“Dance with me,” you whisper playfully, your eyes sparkling with mischief. Your partner smiles, their eyes lighting up in the soft glow of the room. With a gentle tug, they lead you into a more spirited sway, embodying the season's spirit. You take turns leading, back and forth, as if trading places in your own little dance of life.

Amidst the music, you take the opportunity to lean in closer, resting your head against your partner's shoulder. The warmth radiating from them feels like home, grounding you amidst the joy surrounding you. Through the soft fabric of their clothing, you can hear the steady rhythm of their heartbeat, synchronized with the melodic tunes echoing around the room.

And as the music shifts to a more sentimental piece, you pull back slightly, meeting their gaze. There’s a moment of quiet understanding—a pause that conveys all the words you never quite said. The room feels charged with possibilities, and you think of the softening of the day tugging at your heart, melding perfectly with the love and warmth you share.

As the song continues, you begin to speak, interspersing your conversations with laughter and soft jests. You recount memories of previous holidays spent together, tales of adventures and misadventures alike. The music mingles with your voices, each moment a thread weaving a tapestry of love and shared experiences.

In these moments, time seems to stretch, the outside concerns fading away. You realize how grateful you are for nights like this—unplanned, unhurried, and filled with the simple magic of being together. A gentle smile crosses your partner’s face; you know they’re feeling it too.

As the song's final notes begin to fade, you both hold each other close, swaying softly as the last echoes linger in the air. You can feel the love radiating between you, stronger than the glow of the lights adorning your home. It’s a reminder of the season—the joy, the warmth, and the connection that binds you together.

Days can often feel long and taxing, but moments like these make everything worthwhile. In your living room, surrounded by the soft glow of Christmas lights and the lingering melodies of holiday music, you find solace in each other's arms, knowing that the magic of the season is truly captured in shared moments like this.

[daniiiboo]

day 4 - Christmas lights & kisses - ln4

summary - You and lando decide to take a walk through a neighborhood known for its Christmas lights.

trigger warnings - nothin

dani's thoughts - AHH!! I actually love this one so much <3

word count - 496

find the rest of my 12 days of chrismas here !

The December air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon as you and Lando walked side by side down the streets of a neighborhood known for its Christmas decorations. You had always loved this time of year, the chill in the air, the warm glow of holiday lights, and the cozy feeling of being wrapped in the magic of the season. But tonight felt different. Tonight felt special.

Lando’s gloved hand slipped into yours, his fingers curling around yours as you both looked at the houses that had gone all out. Each home was more extravagant than the last, with candy-cane-lined driveways, snowmen perched on front lawns, and strings of twinkling lights dancing across rooftops.

“Okay, that house definitely wins,” Lando said with a chuckle, pointing to a two-story home where Santa’s sleigh appeared to be "flying" across the roof thanks to a clever display of wires and pulleys. “It’s either that or they’ve actually enlisted Santa himself.”

You laughed, squeezing his hand.

“That’s impressive, but did you see the one back there? They had synchronized lights to Christmas music. It’s hard to top that.”

Lando tilted his head in mock consideration, his signature smile tugging at his lips.

“True, but this one has something they don’t.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, humoring him.

“Magic” he replied confidently, grinning when you rolled your eyes.

The two of you continued walking, your breath visible in the cool night air. Lando’s thumb brushed over your knuckles absently, a simple gesture that sent a wave of warmth through you despite the cold.

You stopped beneath a grand archway strung with countless tiny white lights, each one twinkling like a star. The glow covered both of you in soft light, making the moment feel dreamlike. Lando noticed you looking up, your eyes reflecting the golden glimmers above.

“You know,” he began, his voice softer now, “I don’t think it’s the lights that make this place so magical.”

You turned to face him, your heart skipping at the way his eyes held yours. There was a softness in his gaze, a quiet sincerity that made you feel like the only person in the world.

“No?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s this,” he said, lifting your intertwined hands slightly. “It’s you.”

Before you could respond, Lando leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was tender and full of emotion. The world seemed to pause around you, the twinkling lights fading into the background as his warmth covered you. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured, his lips curving into that boyish grin you loved so much.

“Merry Christmas, Lando,” you replied, your heart swelling with a happiness you couldn’t put into words.

[deafeningladyruins]

A Christmas Surprise

The abandoned carnival, usually a place of eerie silence and haunting memories, had transformed into a winter wonderland. Art the Clown had spent weeks preparing for this moment, determined to give her a Christmas she would never forget. He wanted to show her that beneath his eerie exterior, he could be tender and caring. It all began one crisp evening when she returned from a walk to find the carnival unusually quiet. The entrance, usually marked by rusting gates, now glowed with a string of twinkling lights. She followed the path illuminated by the lights, her curiosity growing with each step. As she rounded the corner, her breath caught in her throat.

Before her stood a sight that seemed straight out of a dream. The dilapidated rides and booths were adorned with garlands, wreaths, and ornaments. Strings of colorful lights crisscrossed above, casting a warm, festive glow over everything. Snow, either real or an illusion Art had conjured, blanketed the ground, adding a magical touch to the scene.

"Art?" she called out softly, her voice trembling with awe and emotion.

From behind a large, decorated Christmas tree, Art the Clown emerged, dressed in a Santa Claus suit. His ever-present smile now filled with pride and anticipation. He held out his hand, and she took it without hesitation, letting him lead her deeper into the transformed carnival. He had set up a cozy area with a makeshift fireplace, crackling with faux flames that provided both warmth and light. There was a small table laid out with a festive feast—roasted vegetables, steaming bowls of soup, and a perfectly cooked roast. Art gestured for her to sit, his eyes twinkling with delight.

As they enjoyed their meal, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the effort and love Art had poured into this surprise. "Art, this is incredible. How did you manage all of this?"

Art's silent response was a gentle squeeze of her hand and a warm smile. After dinner, he led her to a small stage, where a phonograph stood ready with an old record. He placed the needle carefully, and soon, the air was filled with the soft, melodic strains of a Christmas waltz.

Art extended his hand once more, inviting her to dance. She accepted, and they began to waltz under the twinkling lights, their movements graceful and synchronized. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in the music and each other.

"You're full of surprises," she whispered, her heart swelling with love and gratitude.

Art's eyes softened as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss. The moment was perfect, a blend of romance and magic that seemed to freeze time itself. As the song came to an end, Art took her hand and led her to a small clearing where a sprig of mistletoe hung from the highest branch of a bare tree. He pointed up, drawing her attention to the delicate green plant. She looked up and then back at him, a smile playing on her lips.

"Mistletoe?" she asked with a playful glint in her eyes. "How traditional of you."

Art's eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace and the electricity of their connection. The kiss deepened, a silent testament to their love that transcended words. Afterward, Art led her to a cozy tent adorned with soft blankets and pillows, creating a sanctuary of comfort and warmth. Inside, the tent was warm and inviting, with more twinkling lights casting a gentle glow. Art had prepared everything to make her feel cherished and loved.

She climbed into the bed he had arranged, feeling the soft, comforting embrace of the blankets. "Art, will you stay with me tonight?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be alone."

Art nodded, his smile gentle and reassuring. He lay down beside her, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. As they cuddled together, the warmth of their bodies and the soft glow of the lights created a cocoon of safety and love.

Art rested his head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. For the first time in his twisted existence, he felt a profound sense of peace and belonging. She stroked his hair gently, her touch soothing and tender.

"Thank you, Art," she murmured, her eyes closing as she drifted off to sleep. "This is the best Christmas I've ever had."

As the night wore on, they lay entwined in each other's embrace, finding solace and comfort in their shared love. In their hidden sanctuary, amidst the remnants of a forgotten carnival, they had found a place where their hearts could be free—a place where even the darkest souls could find light and love.

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I’m back, I apologise there were a lot of stuff going on but I made it, hope you guys enjoy this little story.

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[gilbertscurls]

The car heater hummed softly, filling the cabin with a cozy warmth as you leaned back in your seat. Outside, the world glowed in bursts of red, green, and gold, every house you passed more elaborately decorated than the last. Matt had insisted on this scenic drive, claiming he knew all the “hidden gems” of the neighborhood Christmas lights circuit.

“Alright, buckle up,” he said with a grin as he turned onto a particularly festive-looking street. “You’re about to witness some Grade-A holiday cheer—or some Grade-A chaos. Jury’s still out.”

You laughed, peering out the window as the first house came into view. The lawn was covered in inflatable decorations: snowmen, penguins, Santa in a hot air balloon, and even a T-Rex wearing a Santa hat.

“Ah, yes,” Matt said, pulling over to admire the scene. “Nothing says ‘Merry Christmas’ like a prehistoric predator.”

You snorted. “It’s kind of amazing, though. Look at the detail on that T-Rex!”

He nodded sagely. “I bet the neighbors love it. Can you imagine waking up every morning to a dinosaur staring into your kitchen window?”

The two of you dissolved into laughter before he shifted the car into gear and continued down the street. At each stop, his commentary became more ridiculous.

One house had synchronized lights blinking to holiday music blasting from hidden speakers. “You think they’ve got a DJ in there?” Matt asked, squinting at the house. “Or maybe Santa moonlights as a music producer.”

Another featured a life-sized nativity scene, complete with what appeared to be a homemade camel. “That camel,” he said, leaning closer to the windshield, “looks like it’s seen some things. Like, seriously questioning its life choices.”

By the time you reached a house with an entire roof covered in glowing reindeer, you were wiping tears of laughter from your eyes. “Matt, stop,” you gasped, barely able to catch your breath. “My stomach hurts!”

He grinned, clearly proud of himself. “I’m just saying, someone had to climb up there with eight glowing deer. That’s dedication—and maybe a little insanity.”

As the evening wore on, the houses became more extravagant, and so did Matt’s quips. But there was a moment of quiet awe when you pulled up to a house draped in cascading lights, shimmering like a waterfall. The trees were wrapped in strands of white, and a glowing archway led up to the front door.

“Wow,” you said softly, taking in the sight.

“Yeah,” Matt agreed, his voice quieter now. “This one’s pretty amazing.”

The two of you sat there for a while, the silence broken only by the occasional car passing by. You glanced over at him, catching the way the lights reflected in his eyes, softening his usually playful expression.

“Thanks for this,” you said, nudging his arm gently. “I didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

He turned to you, his grin returning. “What, a night of laughing at other people’s decorations? It’s a holiday tradition.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile didn’t waver. “No, just… this. Spending time with you. It’s been perfect.”

He reached over, taking your hand and giving it a light squeeze. “Anytime. You’re the best co-pilot for this kind of thing.”

As he started the car again, the next display came into view, and he immediately launched into another round of commentary, pulling you right back into fits of laughter. And as the night stretched on, filled with twinkling lights and endless jokes, you couldn’t help but think that this, right here, was what made the holidays truly special.

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[vvachillessongvv]

Fade Into You

written for the music poll challenge (not even close to 5 sentences- more like 600 or so words)

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“I don't know how you didn't see it.” Wille admits breathlessly, his cheeks blazing, his heart so high in his throat the words almost don't come out. 

“I–” Simon stutters. His lovely brown eyes are impossibly wide, reflecting twinkling lights and flickering candle flame. “See what?”

Wille sighs, bringing a hand up to run his thumb across the sharp angle of Simon's jaw, resting his fingers on the soft skin of Simon's neck wordlessly. Wille watches his mouth drop open the tiniest bit as he leans into the touch and they're so close Wille can feel Simon's breath fan across his face. Wille frowns, his heart twisting in his chest. 

Simon is everything he has ever wanted. If only he wanted Wille, too. But it's impossible to keep it in any longer. Every second he spends with Simon somehow feels like the warmest embrace and the cruelest torture all at once. He felt like he might go insane this entire weekend, being so close to Simon, every tentative smile and brush of fingers so close to what he really wanted to have with him. He swallows and forces out the words that have been choking him for months.   

“That I– I love you.” Wille's voice shakes, and hot tears sting his eyes. This is the end. The end of their friendship, the end of them, whatever fledgling thing that had began to grow between them being squashed by Wille's impulsive words.

Because Simon doesn't feel the same. He doesn't. 

Right?

Except Simon's breath hitches in his throat, and his eyes are shining with more than just the Christmas lights adorning his tree. There's something swirling in them, something Wille has seen before but has never been able to put a name to. It stirs a hope inside of him that threatens to burst the dam in his mind, letting all his repressed feelings for Simon flood out and drown him. 

“Wille.” Simon breathes, and Wille's entire world tilts on its axis as Simon leans forward, covering the hand Wille still has laying on his neck. There's a second between them where time seems to stand still, a simultaneous intake of breath, and then Simon's lips are pressed against Wille's, soft and sweet and everything. His fingers grip Wille's hand while he uses his other hand to grip Wille's shirt and pull him impossibly closer.

They part with a gasp, too soon. “Simon.” Wille says his name between them like an exaltation, running his hand up into Simon's hair, threading his fingers through silky curls. 

“Say it again.” Simon murmurs, his eyes closed. Because Wille knows Simon, knows him to his core, he doesn't need to ask. He leans his forehead against Simon's gently, rubbing circles into his scalp.

“I love you.” Wille replies without hesitating. He feels the words like they're a part of him entirely, like there will never be Wille without loves Simon. 

“I love you, too.” Simon gasps wetly, his eyes shining with tears, his mouth stretching into a wide smile, all gleaming teeth and crinkling eyes. A warmth blooms in his chest, the sweetest ache. Wille feels like he might crack under the weight of this moment, the beautifully synchronized way they lean into each other again, the blissful feel of Simon pressed against him. It rivals every fleeting fantasy he has harbored over the past year. 

Beyond them, a room over, the track-list plays the next song, soft and sweet to match this moment. Simon throws his arms around Wille's neck and nuzzles his face into it, his warm breath sending a shiver down Wille's spine.

He wraps his arms around Simon and squeezes him closer as Hope Sandaval sings the lyrics fade into you. Pressing his face into Simon's hair and inhaling deeply, he can't help but to think that's exactly what's happening.

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[bangaveragewhitewine]

maybe it ain't so bad

Bouncer!Eddie Munson x Bartender!Reader (established relationship) - Part of Happy Hours

Your boyfriend doesn’t like Christmas much. Inside his huge soft heart, he carries the memories of Christmases good and bad. After this year, the first Christmas you will actually get to spend together, he might feel a little warmer towards the Holidays…

Word Count 4.4k

Contents / Warnings | 18+ | Eddie & Reader are in their mid/late twenties | Loss of a parent, mention of child neglect and abuse | No explicit sex, nonetheless this is an 18+ fic - making out on the sofa, brief choking mention, Eddie’s love of hickies, being horny and in love, mentions of sex and post-sex softness, ‘slut’ as a term of endearment | No physical descriptions of reader; the image used in the header is not indicative of Bartender Reader in this series

Note I missed our metalhead bouncer boyfriend. I tried and tried not to make this sad or angsty. A quick moment to say thank you for all the love over the last sixish months while I have been writing and sharing my work. It’s a joy, truly! Have a cosy holiday season, sweet angels!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Christmas, 1992 

Eddie Munson didn’t care for Christmas.

A long time had passed since the last Christmas with his Mom, but each year the scabbed-over wound inside him tore and stung and bled just a little more around the Holidays. 

It might be more accurate to say then that Eddie Munson did not let himself care for Christmas. It hurt him to care about it, to remember the good ones and the bad ones with his mother, so he tried to just not care. 

When he closed his eyes, he could still see the coloured string lights wound around the shitty plastic tree, glinting against baubles that had seen better days. He could feel her hands holding his much smaller ones as they danced together to Christmas records, the way she held him safe and steady to place the star on top of the tree. The shininess of it all had pulled his attention from her pilled and threadbare sweaters and the bruise-like bags beneath her eyes. The festive earworms drowned out her tearful phone calls to her parents for some extra cash to make sure Eddie would have a present from Santa beneath the tree this year, and her promises that her no-good-husband would see a penny of it.

As he watches you hanging shiny-and-new decorations on the branches of the small fir in the corner of your shared living room, humming to music only you could hear, he could not help but think of her. It hurt, but the smile that spread across your face when you caught him watching soothed his soul just a little bit.

“Hi, handsome.” 

Your voice and that cosy greeting, the eye-sparkling smile you wear when he comes home to you, feels like stepping into a warm bath every single time. It’s a hug before you even open your arms to him.

You watch him unwind his scarf and shake out his frosted curls once his jacket has been hung on its peg. His boots are slipped off and left to pick up later. 

“How’d it go?”

Eddie stares at the shiny ornament hanging between your fingers on gold thread, lost somewhere in his head or hypnotised by the way it caught the light until you call his name again. 

“Sorry, yeah. Went good. You’ve been busy…”

While Eddie was teaching his last guitar lesson before the Holidays, you had draped the tree with shiny bright lights and made a start on the baubles, hanging them extra-slowly in the hope that your boyfriend might want to help when he got home. Neither of you had work tonight, scheduled off synchronously as a little reward for working Christmas Eve.

“You wanna help?” you ask, a glimmer of hope in your eyes, even as you readied yourself for rejection.

You knew his feelings about Christmas - not just his capitalist hellscape rant that came out whenever someone asked if he was looking forward to the holidays, but you knew the deep emotional pain he carried as another year passed without her. Every year the taste of her cinnamon-spiced sugar cookies and the scent of her perfume, that special Mom Smell, faded more in his memories.

For the first Christmas you would actually spend together as a couple, you wanted it to be special and cosy. You wanted Eddie to feel comfortable and safe, not like a prisoner bound in tinsel as you forced him to watch Miracle on 34th Street or How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (though he did have a soft spot for the green guy). A lazy few days cocooned in your apartment, a nice no-fuss dinner and quality time together. It helped too that you could pick up the Christmas Eve shift in the bar instead of travelling out of the state to sit at home with your families and miss each other, count the days until you hopped back on the plane to O’Hare, and pray that Eddie would drive safe on the icy roads around Hawkins. 

The decorations had been a compromise; Eddie never usually bothered and you liked to spend at least half a day making your home look like a festive explosion. A deal had been made on a small tree with a few lights.

You looked at that tree now, its small and slightly wonky stature had charmed you. Eddie’s staring at it too and you can see a glimpse of the broken boy Eddie once was; it makes your heart hurt. 

“Is it too much? I can stop…” Your voice is quiet.

Eddie shakes his head and plasters on a smile for you that makes your chest ache, before rounding the sofa on socked feet to press a kiss to your head and squeeze you around the middle.

His nose is cold from being outside. That fresh scent of bright winter air clings to him and slowly melts away inside the warm flat you share. 

“Looks great.” Eddie picks up a random red bauble. “Where does this one go?”

“Wherever you want it to go. Just look for the bare spots.” 

You tamp down any fizzing excitement that he’s taking an interest, then feel guilty that you are thinking of him like he’s a wild animal who is easily spooked. 

Eddie brings you back to reality, just like always.

“You gonna move it later when I’m not looking?” he asks, brows raising beneath his bangs as you loop your ornament on a branch. 

That ‘I know you too well for your cute lies, babe’ look he gave you made your cheeks feel warm. It was close to his ‘you’re pushin’ it and you’re being a brat on purpose’ look. That one was fun.

“Only if it’s too close to another red.”

He had seen you and Michelle in full-festive-flight when you decorated the bar every year; every year he braved the cold of the beer cellar or the back alley to stay well out of your way lest he be roped into a squabble on the placement of some stupid garland. 

Not fully convinced, Eddie zeroes in a bare spot (not too near to another red ball) and slips it over the branch with less practiced precision. It’s perfect.

You lean over to smack a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek. “You’re a natural, Teddy.” 

His arm slips and winds around your waist, squeezing the squish of your hips before he presses his lips to your head. “Do I get a reward?” 

Eddie’s touch and the low timbre of his voice stoke the cosy glow in your body into something more fiery and exciting. His fingers skate along the waistband of your sweatpants, tracing up beneath your (his) hoodie. He knows exactly what he’s doing. 

Two can play that game.

“For one little bauble? I’m not that easy, Munson.” 

It pains you to pull yourself away but the warmth and hunger in his gaze feeds your ego and the flame in your gut. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I need you to show me.” His fingers reach out to grab the empty space between you. 

Your eyes roll as you crouch to pick up two more baubles.

“Gimme a kiss for every decoration I put on then?” Eddie suggested, “I’ll keep tally.”

A slow smile makes its way onto your face and you nod. “That could be arranged. Don’t half-ass it though, they’ll fall off if they’re not on properly.” Your eyes narrow in warning, “I’ll bite you instead of kiss you if you half-ass it.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, honey,” Eddie smirks and takes both baubles from you - one gold, one pink - and hangs them on his fingers, strategically dangling them right over his nipples. He gets the exact reaction he was hoping for - an eye-roll and that smile you do when you try not to laugh at his silliness. That smile that had made him fall for you.

“And you know my motto - full ass or no ass at all. No half-assin’ around here.” 

Before you can make a smart comment about his flat ass, Eddie takes his time to thoughtfully hang the ornaments in two bare spots and surveys his work with a quietly-pleased hum. You could imagine what he was like as a kid, bargaining for an extra cookie once the tree was decorated, or an extra bedtime story. You didn’t hang any more decorations in favour of watching him work for a few moments, the colourful glow of the lights on his pale skin. 

He catches you staring and softens, winks at you as he picks two more baubles up. One for you, one for him. 

After passing the gold string between your fingers, you press a bonus-kiss to Eddie’s lips before finishing off your first tree together. Neither of you acknowledges with words how special it is, but it’s there. You squabble playfully when you get in each other’s way or when Eddie slaps your ass while he’s reaching for the snowman ornament you have had since you were a kid. 

You had accumulated a little collection of retro Christmas decorations in thrift shops over the years - pretty vintage baubles and kitschy ornaments, a few random or weird tchotchkes. A purchase from last year - a glittery skull wearing a Santa hat - earned instant approval from Eddie and pride of place on the tree. That one had caught your eye a few months after you two had started dating.

When the box of ornaments runs out, you take a step back and pull Eddie’s arm to join you. 

“You like it?” Your voice is quiet and careful as your cheek rests against the softness his sweater.

“Pretty,” Eddie says, just as quiet. His arms wind around you and hold you against his chest, starting a slow rock from foot to foot.

“Can I give you something?” you ask, voice muffled against his chest.

Eddie’s brows shoot up, a flirty look in his eyes. “Oh? You can give me whatever you want, babydoll.”

That wolfish grin of his still made you feel tingly all over, even as you rolled your eyes at him.

“It’s for the tree. Cool it, Romeo.” 

You pay this kiss-tax to be freed from the cosiness of his arms and slip into the bedroom for just a second. It is enough time for Eddie to edit a few baubles like it’s second nature to him, swapping out colours that are too close to each other and filling gaps until you arrive with a box. He has forgotten that he used to watch his mother do the same thing while he was content with his oven-warm cookies and cold milk on the couch.

You pass the box to Eddie. “It’s not really a gift. It’s for both of us.”

“Is it lingerie?” His brows raise, hopefully suggestive, as he smooths a finger over the lovingly slapped-on bow. Lingerie has certainly proven itself to be quite the mutual gift over the last year. His mind wanders to that last deep purple set you bought, and he can feel himself starting to drool.

“Eddie, just open it. You’re going to be so disappointed, it’s lame…”

At the talk of lingerie, you are acutely aware that you are currently dressed in sweats and one of his hoodies. In a funny sort of way, you know that the cosy combo does it for Eddie as much as lace and satin. The every-horny-for-your-boyfriend part of your brain considers wrapping yourself up in a big red bow for him. He would like that far too much.

He feigns coolness as he pulls the lid off and you push your unhinged thoughts away.

Inside, wrapped in crinkly red tissue paper, are two things - a matte black bauble with your initials curling together in shiny red calligraphy. Beside it, a small silver frame ornament with a candid snap of Eddie and you from Thanksgiving just passed, the one you spent in Hawkins with Wayne and his girlfriend. You’re perched on his lap, arms looped around his neck, smiling and very clearly obsessed with each other.

“I just thought we could... We could start our own traditions. Little things.” You speak into the quietness of the room as Eddie stares into the box. You murmur to yourself when he doesn’t answer, “You didn’t even want a tree, it’s so stupid.”

“Stop that.” Eddie’s frown is serious. “My girlfriend isn’t stupid. How dare you.” 

“But you don’t even like Christmas… It’s kinda stu-”

“Don’t. It’s fuckin’ thoughtful as fuck.” Eddie smiles softly at the ornaments, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. “You’re too cute, baby.” 

Pressing a smiling kiss to your lips, Eddie could feel himself beginning to soften. Maybe this Christmas thing would not be so bad this year…

Christmas with Wayne was always low-key - some years his Uncle took a shift at the plant and they exchanged thoughtfully practical presents like new guitar strings or picks, a book or an album, novelty mugs and new baseball caps or shirts. 

Wayne was not so fond of Christmas either. It reminded him of his heavy-handed drunk of a father, and the anxiety-inducing unanswered phone calls to his idiot brother’s house after Elizabeth died. It reminded him of finding his nephew alone in a cold house on Christmas Day, without a tree or dinner when Al forgot to come home. The kid didn’t have a single present to open from Santa. 

When Eddie moved to the trailer with him, too wise to the big bad world to be so easily distracted by shiny things, Wayne made sure there was a present for Eddie every single year, a meal and some company - even if the kid didn’t want it, even if Eddie screamed and threw a fit until he sobbed himself silent because he was just a little boy who missed his Mama…

Now, in the cocoon of your home together, Eddie's smile brims with child-like innocence, touched by the weight of wanting to start your own traditions together. You knew you were it for each other, but the little reminder of how much you meant it makes him glow.

He puts the box down and cups your face, pressing kisses everywhere he can reach. “God, I’m so in love with you,” he growls like a happy demon, making you laugh. 

Contently trapped against his body, soft and lean in all the right places, you release the breath you had been holding as Eddie studies the contents of the gift box again. 

“Look at these! I need this picture for my wallet. I need like, six copies,” he murmurs, “Have you ever seen a hotter couple?” Eddie brushes his thumb over the velvety loop of ribbon to hang it on the tree. “We need this for our grandkids, baby.” 

“Laurel took it. I’ll get you another copy.” Your face hurts from smiling as he kisses your cheek again. Wayne’s girlfriend was fond of you both, particularly Eddie.

“And this? Fuckin’ gothic as hell, I love it.” He strokes the intertwined initials before putting the box down to hug you just a shade off too tight. Nuzzling your noses together, he asks, “Where are we going to hang ‘em?”

“Front and centre?” you suggested, shrugging a little. “We could move that one…”

“Creepy Santa?”

“Banish him to the back of the tree. Begone, creep.”

Eddie chokes a laugh and muttered, “I love when you say nerdy shit, baby,” before unwinding his arms from around you to banish Creepy Santa.

“My boyfriend is a huge nerd, I can’t help it,” you tease.

After some careful re-arranging, the two new additions take pride of place on your tree. Eddie’s tongue had stuck out in concentration as he balanced them both so carefully; you wished you had your camera to capture the moment, not that you would ever forget it. 

You are wrapped up in his arms again once you agree on the placement, nose to nose as Eddie tells you how much he loves you again. The little noise he makes when you slip your hands into his back pockets hits low in your gut.

“You saving those kisses you earned or cashing them in, hot stuff?” you ask, tracing his jaw with the tip of your nose.

Eddie’s teeth flash in the low light; the room is shadowy and warm in the glow of string lights and a dim lamp in the corner. 

“Oh, I’m saving them up, princess. Might claim one or two right now, but the rest are staying with me. Got a pocketful of IOUs for kisses.”

You press your face against his shoulder, smiling. “That’s so ominous, Teddy.” 

“Next time you’re mad at me? Kiss token. When you’re too busy with stupid chores to take my human right to be kissed seriously? Pucker the fuck up, pretty girl.” 

You love him all ways, but especially like this; playful and fun, flirting hard with you. Eddie’s using his voice in a way you know comes from years of playing DnD, and a stint in the drama club at school. He’s in-your-face-flirty, never subtle. This is the man who punched someone for you before you were even dating; there’s nothing subtle about Eddie Munson. 

No, there’s absolutely nothing subtle about Eddie as his hips press forward against yours and he directs your mouth to his, cashing in the first of those kisses. He smiles when you chase him for more. You pull him closer, your hands on that flat ass of his, and sigh when his tongue licks across your bottom lip. 

“That’s one,” he whispers. 

He cups your warm cheek, his pinky stroking your pulse point. He can feel your blood pump quicker when his breath breezes over your mouth, like the hard beating of butterfly wings that he feels too. Eddie likes how they have not gone away yet for either of you; over a year together and no sign of migration. He hopes they never leave.

“M’not counting. Just kiss me,” you whisper, a little whiney and needier than you had realised now that you are pressed up against him with nowhere else to be. 

Never one to leave you hanging (unless that was part of the game you were playing), Eddie kisses you like a man starved. He craves that gasping whimper only he can pull from your throat, the flutter of your lashes when your tongues slide together. 

You shiver when his chilly fingers slip up beneath your sweatshirt, palm flat to the small of your back - the part he likes to see arched when he takes you from behind. 

Your lips buzz where they press against Eddie’s; the electricity passing between you makes you glow like Christmas lights. 

Eddie can tell your brain is still working too hard and brings his hand to your throat; not squeezing but his touch just enough to bring you back to him. It makes you keen for him. A reminder of something you both want to try, but not before you work up to it and do a little more research.

“Okay?” he checks, kissing the corner of your mouth. He watches your eyes go dark, swallowed up by your pupils in the dim light. 

“Mhm,” you murmur, tilting your chin just enough to graze your lips against Eddie’s.

He blesses you with an all-too-brief kiss, knowing you need and want more. He backs up a few steps, taking you with him to sit on the couch. Sitting there, thighs spread and waiting, the way he looks up at you makes you clench. You take your place in his lap and spend a moment slowing it all down again, forehead to forehead with Eddie’s hands stroking your hips. 

“I love you,” he whispers, the words tickling your lips. 

“I know. Love you,” you murmur back, pulling back enough to look into his eyes. You thumb the tired crescent beneath it, skating along his smiling cheek. 

When he looks at you, it makes your heart beat double time; it’s not just the lust darkening his eyes, but pure adoration. 

You cross your arms to wriggle out of the hoodie, stripped down to a cotton cami and a bra that had been relegated to comfy-wear-only. Eddie thinks you are a goddess, and he is completely and utterly down-bad for you. The glow of the Christmas tree behind you makes you look like some sort of angel.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs. His hands run up your sides and down again, pulling you in closer onto his lap. You can feel him beneath the layers of sweatpants and denim. 

You lean into him again for another kiss, melting against Eddie’s warm chest when his hands begin to wander. He kisses you, his tongue twisted with yours as he takes his time. There is no rush this evening, no need to get off quick before your shift. 

Without the deadline, you draw it out - kissing slow, hands wandering to squeeze and tease, hips rolling and grinding together hot and hard beneath the layers. You give extra attention to that spot on Eddie’s neck that makes him go cross-eyed, dragging your teeth over the little bruise he can hide beneath his hair (but he won’t because he’s a menace and a bit of a slut). 

You pull off his black sweater - the one that hugs his arms and makes his waist look biteable - and kiss along the neckline of his tank top. Your fingers push at it and his silver chain when they get in the way of another bruise-making kiss that makes Eddie swear under his breath. 

“Baby, fuck.” 

He grunts quietly when you push your hips together again, attempting to relieve some of the building ache between your thighs. 

“Mm, that’s the plan,” you whisper, smiling against his collarbone when he chokes on his own throaty laugh. 

When you look up at him there is a dusty pink flush across his cheeks. You watch his jaw drop just a fraction when your breath casts over the damp kisses you left on his neck. When your thumb catches purposefully on his nipple there’s a quiet ‘fuck’ that tumbles from his tongue. 

As his ability to be patient wanes, Eddie catches your lips again and slowly guides you to lie back against the sofa cushions.

“You drive my crazy,” he whispers, brushing back the hair that had fallen around your face. He kisses you again, a whisper of teeth against your lip before your tongues meet in a filthy kiss.

You make space for him between your legs, lying chest to chest as close as possible without opening up your chest and letting him crawl inside, without physically melting together to become one. You lose yourself in each other, bathed in the warm light of the tree.

“You didn’t do a star. Or an angel, angel. Do you have one?” Eddie’s jeans and belt are undone around his hips as he sits with your feet in his lap, pulled back on to smoke out the window.

“I got distracted before I could put it up.” You wiggle your toes against his thigh, yelping when he runs his fingertips over the sole. You shove it beneath his leg, safe and warm away from his tickling fingers. “I have one. It’s in that bag.” 

Back in your (Eddie’s) hoodie and your underwear, you point him toward the busted-around-the-edges gift bag left forgotten by the stereo. “You wanna put it up?”

Eddie smells warm and smokey when he leans in for a kiss, a tinge of sweat lingering after making love to you. He still has his warm pink-cheeked glow and proudly wears the bruises from your sweet mouth, the red marks left by your fingernails on his back. 

Three pecks later, he stands with a groan more befitting a man of his uncle’s age and picks up the bag. You watch him stare at the contents, an unreadable look on his face as he lifts it out.

Your star is kitschy as hell, gold with little tinsel pom-poms on the pointy edges and definitely older than both of you. It’s not to everyone’s taste, a little tacky perhaps, but that was part of its charm. When it caught your magpie-eye in a junk shop a few weeks ago you couldn’t leave it behind. The had-seen-better-days tree-topper that had cost one whole dollar and seventy-five cents. It had glittered at you from the shelf and whispered ‘take me with you’. 

“If you hate it, we don’t have to put it up. We could put Creepy Santa up there instead,” you mused, “Our creepy angel…” 

“I don’t hate it. It’s so… wrong in the best way.” Eddie turns the star-shape in his hands. It reminds him of the chintzy and bright Christmas trees and flashy lights in Forest Hills. “Where the hell did you even get this thing?” 

“In the little thrift store near the camera shop. The one where you got me those earrings…?” 

“Mm, I know it. Maybe we can un-banish the Creep too. I guess it’s Christmas after all…” he reaches for the previously hidden Santa Claus figure with shifty eyes and rosy cheeks and replaces him near the top of the tree. “Yeesh, you’re a weird little man.” He flicks Santa before lifting the star up. “You wanna do the honours?”

From your cosy place on the couch, still pleasantly jelly-legged and tingly all over, you shake your head. “You do it. I’m comfy.” 

Eddie shrugs and reaches to balance the topper on the highest point of your perfectly wonky little tree, standing back with his hands on his hips before looking to you for approval. 

You give Eddie two thumbs up before opening your arms for him. You barely brace for impact when he pounces on you, head thrown back laughing. “Ed!” You squeak when he presses growling kisses to your neck. 

Resting on your chest, Eddie looks up at you with those shiny baby-cow eyes you adore. He is so soft beneath it all. He makes your heart beat double time. You brush back his hair and kiss his forehead as he gets comfortable. You wrap your legs around him so he cannot go anywhere, even if he wanted to. 

“Can we make this part of our tradition too?” he asks.

“Mm, I like how you think, pretty boy.”

Your fingers comb through his curls as he rests his weight on you. There is nowhere you would rather be.

Eddie cannot keep himself from staring at the tree in the quiet bliss of it all. He soaks it in; the thud of your heart beneath his ear, the way the tree-lights blur his eyes when he stares at them for too long. 

A small slow smile spreads onto his face. He decides then that maybe, just maybe, Christmas might not be so bad this year.

An easter egg for the babes who made it to the end - here's the picture from the header image (I love making photos like this for fics tbh). I like to think this is one of the pictures Eddie's Mom sent to Wayne and he still has it 🥲🥲🥲

Thank you for reading ❤️ reblogs, likes and comments are cherished and adored!

[earthtoharlow]

Jack and Maryse walking through one of those neighborhood Christmas lights show and they start talking about how they would decorate their own house together one day 🥹

Flashing Lights Concepts

Their first Christmas together was already shaping up to be unforgettable. Jack had taken Maryse to Kentucky to celebrate with his family, eager to share the traditions he’d grown up with. She’d been a little nervous at first—meeting everyone and stepping into his world—but his family welcomed her like she’d always been part of it.

That night, after a dinner filled with laughter and way too much food, Jack gathered with his friends for their annual walk through the neighborhood Christmas lights show. It was a tradition he’d told her about countless times, and this year, he was thrilled to have her by his side.

Bundled up in coats and scarves, they strolled through the glowing streets. Lights twinkled in every yard—some houses simple and classic, others overflowing with inflatable Santas, reindeer, and enough neon to rival a city skyline.

Jack walked close to Maryse, their gloved hands brushing against each other until he finally reached out to take hers. “This right here,” he said, gesturing to a house with a perfectly synchronized light show to Christmas music, “was always my favorite spot when I was a kid. They go all out every year.”

Maryse smiled, leaning into him as she watched the lights dance to the beat. “I can see why. It’s beautiful.”

Urban laughed and nudged him. “You ever think about doing something like this at your own place? You know, once you settle down?”

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, I don’t even know if I’d know where to start. But yeah… one day.” He glanced at Maryse, his eyes soft. “When we’ve got our own place, we’ll make it ours. Something simple, something that feels like us.”

Maryse cheeks flushed, not from the cold but from the warmth in his words. “You mean, you’re gonna let me take over?” she teased, squeezing his hand.

“Oh, for sure,” he replied with a grin. “You’re gonna be in charge of all the classy stuff, and I’ll handle the fun. Like… lights synced to my songs, maybe a giant blow-up Santa on the roof.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I’m vetoing the Santa, but we’ll talk about the lights. And maybe some reindeer for the lawn?”

“Deal,” he said, his smile widening.

They kept walking, his friends joking about which house was the most over-the-top, but Jack and Maryse were in their own little bubble. The idea of decorating their future home together felt so simple, yet so special.

As they passed a house with a glowing “Merry Christmas” sign, Maryse leaned her head against his shoulder. “I think it’s sweet that you want to make traditions of our own one day,” she said softly.

He kissed the top of her head, his voice low and full of promise. “One day, baby. And it’s gonna be everything we’ve ever wanted.”

[downbad4fyodor]

Pairing: Fyodor Dostoevsky x Fem!reader word count: 363 summary: Fyodor takes you to see the Christmas lights around Moscow warnings: none Tag list: @getousrep

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The frigid embrace of Moscow's winter air wrapped around you and Fyodor as you embarked on an enchanting adventure through the city adorned in the splendor of Christmas lights. Fyodor had orchestrated a surprise evening to immerse you in the spellbinding beauty of Moscow's festive illumination.

Under the silver glow of the moon, the streets draped in a pristine coat of snow whispered tales of winter magic. Fyodor, with his tall and commanding presence, walked by your side, his violet eyes reflecting the soft radiance of the Christmas lights that adorned the city. The night promised a magical journey, and Fyodor's gaze held a mysterious allure that heightened the sense of anticipation.

The first stop on this captivating expedition was none other than the historic Red Square. As you approached, the iconic St. Basil's Cathedral emerged like a majestic ice palace. Its domes, adorned with a breathtaking array of twinkling lights in hues of red, green, and gold, transformed the architectural marvel into a mesmerizing spectacle that rivaled the stars above. Fyodor, his breath visible in the crisp air, squeezed your hand as you both stood in silent awe, taking in the dazzling display that seemed to defy the winter night.

"It's like something out of a fairytale, isn't it?" Fyodor's voice, a low and melodic timbre, resonated with the joy of the season.

You nodded, captivated by the radiance that enveloped the historical landmark. The lights seemed to pirouette in harmony with the delicate snowflakes that floated gently from the night sky, creating an ethereal dance of winter wonder.

Fyodor, his gloved hand still entwined with yours, led you through the snow-covered cobblestones, each step revealing a new tableau of luminous beauty. The avenues of Moscow glittered with a tapestry of lights, like celestial pathways guiding you through the heart of the city's festive spirit. The meticulous arrangement of lights on trees, lampposts, and buildings painted a landscape that seemed plucked from a dream.

The journey continued to Gorky Park, where the frozen lake reflected the brilliance of the lights like a mirror. The towering trees, now adorned with a kaleidoscope of colors, stood as silent witnesses to the festive transformation. Fyodor guided you towards a charming carousel, its lights casting a warm glow against the snowy canvas. Whimsical music and the laughter of children added to the symphony of the holidays.

As you and Fyodor boarded the carousel, the world around you transformed into a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of lights and laughter. The crisp air, laced with the scents of hot cocoa and roasted chestnuts, heightened the sensory experience. Fyodor's eyes met yours, a silent promise of shared joy and the magic that lingered in the moment.

The night unfolded as a captivating exploration of Moscow's neighborhoods, each one vying to outshine the other in a dazzling display of lights. Fyodor, his arm wrapped around you protectively, shared tales of Moscow's Christmas traditions and folklore, infusing the journey with cultural richness.

The grand finale awaited at the historic Bolshoi Theatre. The monumental building, a symbol of artistic excellence, now stood adorned with a cascade of lights that accentuated its architectural grandeur. Fyodor, a mischievous glint in his eyes, led you towards the entrance. As you ascended the grand staircase, the lights dimmed, and the façade of the theatre became a canvas for an enchanting light show.

Colors danced across the intricate details of the building, synchronized with festive melodies that echoed through the night. Fyodor, his expression a mix of satisfaction and delight, watched your reactions with unabashed joy. The lights, now painting the night sky with vibrant strokes, encapsulated the very essence of the season.

As the light show reached its crescendo, Fyodor turned to you with a tender smile. "Merry Christmas, my love," he whispered, his voice a warm embrace in the winter night.

The evening, a symphony of lights and shared moments, etched itself into the tapestry of your memories. Moscow, draped in its festive best, became the canvas for a magical journey orchestrated by Fyodor, your companion in this winter fairytale. The Christmas lights, now etched in your heart, whispered tales of love and enchantment as you and Fyodor embraced the magic of the season in the heart of Moscow's winter wonderland.

[brodygold]

Twelve Days of Christmas: Day Ten

On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: ten lords-a-leaping.

With only a few days left until Christmas, there were still so many preparations left for the big Christmas parade the Golden Army was hosting in town. Brody was working with the Golden Army's new dance squad on a routine they could perform, but had one last preparation to do first.

Gathering the nine men, recently transformed from the ballet, into the large dance studio in the stadium, Brody stood confidently in front of them.

"Alright, gentlemen," Brody said with a mischievous grin. "You’ve got the strength, the moves, the flair... Now it’s time to make sure you’re fully loyal to the Golden Army. A little extra... focus... never hurt anyone."

With a snap of his fingers, Brody activated the stadium’s hypnotic system—a series of golden, spiraling lights pulsing rhythmically across the field. The nine dancers’ eyes immediately locked onto the spirals. Their expressions softened, their shoulders relaxing as the magic took hold. Brody’s voice became low and commanding.

"You’re no longer who you were. You’re the Golden Army’s elite dance squad. Your moves, your minds, your loyalty—all of it belongs to us now. You’ll perform for us with precision, power, and pride. Understand?"

“Yes, Brody,” they chorused, their deep voices resonating as they nodded in unison. Their postures straightened further, their powerful forms exuding an almost regal air as they awaited their orders.

Unbeknownst to Brody, Daniel, one of the Golden Army’s midfielders, had wandered into the stadium. He’d planned to grab some gear he’d left behind, but the pulsating golden spirals caught his attention. Curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped closer to the field, the lights reflecting in his eyes.

As the hypnotic magic washed over him, Daniel froze. His golden soccer jersey began to shimmer and shift, its fabric rippling like liquid gold. Slowly, it morphed into a skin-tight leotard identical to the ones worn by the nine dancers. His muscles seemed to swell slightly, his posture growing more upright and elegant. Daniel’s mind, once filled with game strategies and practice drills, was suddenly flooded with intricate dance routines, pirouettes, and leaps. His lips parted as he whispered, “I... must dance.”

By the time Brody turned around, Daniel had already joined the line of dancers, standing at attention with a serene smile on his face. Brody’s eyes widened in surprise, but then he chuckled, unable to hide his amusement. “Daniel? What are you doing here?”

Daniel didn’t respond. Instead, he simply awaited instructions like the others, his focus entirely on Brody. Shaking his head and laughing, Brody decided to let it play out. "Well, ten is a nice round number. Let’s see how this goes.”

He clapped his hands sharply. "Alright, dancers, time for your debut routine! Positions!"

The ten burly men moved with synchronized precision, their movements impossibly fluid and coordinated for such massive frames. The music began, an upbeat holiday tune that transitioned seamlessly into a powerful orchestral arrangement. The routine started with grand jetés across the field, each leap showcasing their incredible strength. They twirled, spun, and struck poses, their golden leotards gleaming under the stadium lights.

Brody couldn’t stop grinning as he watched Daniel seamlessly blend in with the others. Despite his background as a soccer player, Daniel’s new dance instincts were flawless, each move executed with the same precision as the transformed dancers. The climax of the routine arrived, with all ten forming a perfect line.

“And now for the finale—ten lords a-leaping!” Brody called out, barely containing his laughter.

The dancers leapt into the air in perfect unison, their muscular frames defying gravity for a moment that felt suspended in time. Their golden leotards sparkled brilliantly as they landed with a thunderous stomp, their final pose radiating power and grace.

The stadium echoed with Brody’s applause. "Bravo, gentlemen! That was... magnificent."

Daniel, his face still serene and focused, stepped forward slightly as if awaiting more commands. Brody smirked, finally deciding to fix the situation. “Alright, Daniel, let’s snap you out of this. As fun as this is, we’ve got a match tomorrow, and we can’t have you pirouetting down the field.”

With a wave of his hand, the golden spirals faded, and Daniel blinked, his senses slowly returning. He glanced down at his golden leotard and then at Brody, his expression a mix of confusion and embarrassment. “Uh... Brody? What just happened?”

Brody burst into laughter. “Let’s just say you’ve got some hidden talents, Daniel. Now go get changed before the rest of the team sees you.”

Daniel groaned, but a small smile crept onto his face. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Not a chance, bro,” Brody replied with a wink. "Merry Christmas, Daniel."

As Daniel jogged off the field, still adjusting to the remnants of his magical detour, Brody turned back to the nine dancers. “Alright, bros, let’s run it again. You’re going to be the highlight of the Golden Army’s parade tomorrow.”

[knoepfl]

Madly Festive

I just love Jervis soo much I couldn't leave him out of this!

4/24

Characters:

• Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter): A whimsical and unhinged hypnotist with a flair for theatrics and a deep love for you, his muse.

• Reader/You: Jervis’ partner who embraces his madness and finds joy in his chaotic world.

Trigger Warnings:

• Psychological manipulation: Hypnotized party guests are controlled without their consent.

• Themes of madness: The story delves into the shared madness and eccentricities of Jervis and the reader.

• Minor unsettling imagery: The haunting, mechanical behavior of hypnotized individuals may be unsettling to some readers.

Masterlist

Words: 1265

The guests, all impeccably dressed in holiday attire, moved like puppets. They danced to a haunting rendition of Carol of the Bells, their steps perfectly synchronized, as though choreographed by some unseen force.

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The grand room sparkled under the glow of a thousand twinkling fairy lights. Ornaments in red, green, and gold dangled from the ceiling, spinning lazily like enchanted stars. The long table at the center of the room was laden with festive treats: steaming pies, puddings, candied apples, and an oversized punch bowl filled with a strangely purple liquid that shimmered unnaturally.

Because, of course, they were.

From the head of the table, Jervis Tetch observed his handiwork with pride. His hypnotized “guests” twirled and bowed, laughter escaping their lips on command. He turned to you, seated beside him, and tipped his ever-present hat.

“Well, my dear, does this not feel like a Christmas wonderland straight out of a storybook? A dash of Dickens, a pinch of Carroll—it’s a masterpiece of madness, don’t you agree?”

You smiled, lifting a delicate teacup filled with the purple punch. “It’s perfect, Jervis. Like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Your voice carried genuine delight, and Jervis’ face lit up. He adored your appreciation for his peculiar brand of chaos. While others might have run screaming from his mad tea parties, you embraced them with open arms.

He leaned closer, his blue eyes glittering like ice. “Ah, my enchanting muse, how you fill my world with wonder! To see you revel in my creations—it’s enough to make a madman quite sane. But alas,” he added with a dramatic sigh, “where would the fun be in that?”

You laughed softly, setting the cup down and reaching for his hand. “There’s no fun in sanity, darling. This is exactly where I want to be.”

Jervis clasped your hand between both of his gloved ones, his expression softening. “And I, my dear, am precisely where I wish to be. With you, amidst the madness of my own making.”

He rose to his feet, gesturing theatrically to the room. “Now, let us join the festivities! What’s a party without the gracious hosts mingling with their guests?”

You stood, smoothing the folds of your crimson dress, and allowed him to lead you onto the dance floor. The hypnotized crowd parted instinctively, creating a space for the two of you at the center.

Jervis spun you in a graceful circle, his movements surprisingly fluid. “Have I mentioned how radiant you look tonight, my dear? Like a ruby glimmering in the light of a winter’s moon.”

“And you look as dashing as ever,” you replied, twirling under his outstretched arm. “Though I think your hat deserves some credit—it does steal the show.”

He laughed, the sound rich and melodic. “Ah, but a hat is merely an accessory! It pales in comparison to the dazzling gem I have in you.”

The music shifted, a slower waltz replacing the eerie carol. Jervis pulled you closer, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. The hypnotized guests resumed their mechanical movements in the background, but it was as if they faded into nothingness.

For a moment, it was just the two of you.

“I must confess,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, “this Christmas has already surpassed all my expectations. Not because of the lights, or the feast, or even my perfectly enthralled audience. It’s you, my darling. You make every moment extraordinary.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you rested your head against his chest. “You always know how to make me feel special, Jervis. Thank you for this… for everything.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, his lips lingering for just a moment. “No, my love, it is I who should thank you. For indulging my whims, for embracing my madness, and most of all, for standing by me when others would flee.”

The dance ended, and Jervis guided you back to the head of the table. With a flourish, he raised his glass, signaling the crowd.

“To a most splendid evening, and to the most delightful of companions!” he declared. The hypnotized guests raised their glasses in unison, echoing his toast.

You clinked your glass against his, your smile radiant. “To us, Jervis. And to a perfectly mad Christmas.”

The two of you drank deeply, the room filled with laughter, music, and the kind of joy only two souls delighting in shared insanity could ever know.

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As the evening swirled on in its perfect blend of chaos and whimsy, Jervis excused himself with a flourish of his hat. "My dear, do wait here. I have something that simply cannot wait a moment longer."

You arched an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in your gaze. "What are you up to now, Jervis?"

He merely smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and disappeared behind a curtain draped in shimmering gold. Moments later, he returned, cradling a small box wrapped in vibrant paper adorned with a pattern of white rabbits and tiny, festive top hats.

He held it out to you with a theatrical bow. "For you, my love. A token of my unending affection and admiration."

Your eyes lit up as you accepted the gift, marveling at the intricate wrapping. "Jervis, you didn’t have to—"

He interrupted with a raised finger. "Ah, but I wanted to, my dear! Consider it a mere fraction of the gratitude I owe you for being the light in my otherwise delightfully dark existence."

Smiling, you carefully untied the ribbon and peeled back the paper, revealing a delicate, hand-carved music box. The wood was polished to perfection, etched with intricate swirls and patterns. At its center was a small glass dome encasing a tiny, spinning figure—a woman in a crimson dress that looked suspiciously like you, dancing with a man in a top hat.

You gasped softly, running your fingers over the carvings. "Jervis… it’s beautiful."

"Open it," he urged, his excitement barely contained.

You lifted the lid, and the box began to play a hauntingly beautiful melody. It was a waltz you recognized from one of your many evenings together—a song he often hummed while the two of you danced under the stars. The tiny figures inside began to twirl in perfect unison, their movements smooth and mesmerizing.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you looked up at him. "Jervis, this is… it’s incredible. Did you make this?"

He nodded, looking uncharacteristically shy. "I did. Spent weeks on it, I did. Every detail had to be perfect—just like you. Though I dare say, no creation of mine could ever truly capture your brilliance."

Setting the music box down carefully, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Thank you, Jervis. This is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me."

He chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you in return. "Anything for you, my dear. Seeing you smile is all the reward I need."

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. "You’re too good to me, you know."

"Nonsense," he said with a grin, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You’re the only one who’s ever understood me, my darling. You make my madness feel like something worth sharing. And for that, I would carve a thousand music boxes."

The party continued around you, the hypnotized guests oblivious to the tender moment. But for you and Jervis, it was as though time had stopped.

And as the music box played on, its melody weaving through the festive air, you knew this would be a Christmas you’d never forget.

---

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Experience the Magic of Christmas Lights in Broomfield, CO

Visiting Broomfield, CO, during the holiday season is a delight, especially if you’re a fan of dazzling Christmas lights and festive displays. Nestled between Denver and Boulder, Broomfield boasts a unique charm and community spirit that comes alive with beautiful holiday decor each year. From neighborhood displays to impressive commercial decorations, there’s plenty to see and enjoy in this vibrant community.

Broomfield’s Neighborhood Christmas Lights

Many neighborhoods in Broomfield embrace the holiday spirit, with residents creating captivating displays on their homes, yards, and trees. Stroll through popular areas like Anthem Highlands, Broadlands, and Redleaf to see houses adorned with twinkling lights, snowmen sculptures, wreaths, and more. Each street brings its own festive character, and some residents go above and beyond, adding synchronized light shows set to music that you can enjoy from your car radio. Families and friends can drive through the neighborhoods or bundle up for a walk, sipping hot cocoa as they marvel at the decorations.

Festive Community Events and Tree Lighting

The City and County of Broomfield hosts annual holiday events, adding to the town’s festive atmosphere. One of the highlights is the annual Holiday Tree Lighting at the George Di Ciero City and County Building. This event features a grand tree lighting ceremony, live music, caroling, and visits from Santa Claus, making it a perfect gathering for families and holiday enthusiasts. The ceremony includes festive decor, colorful lights, and warm holiday cheer, creating a magical experience for attendees of all ages.

Other community events throughout December, such as holiday craft fairs, seasonal performances, and kids’ activities, add to the excitement. These events make Broomfield an inviting place for visitors, giving you the opportunity to engage with locals, support local artisans, and immerse yourself in the holiday spirit.

Commercial Christmas Light Displays

Broomfield’s commercial areas and shopping centers also join in on the holiday magic, making them great spots to visit if you’re in town for Christmas lights. FlatIron Crossing, a popular shopping destination, puts up spectacular holiday decorations that include towering Christmas trees, sparkling lights, and festive storefront displays. The shops and restaurants here are beautifully decorated, offering a perfect backdrop for holiday photos and a delightful setting for some holiday shopping.

Additionally, nearby hotels, office buildings, and restaurants often participate in the festive decor, contributing to the city’s overall holiday vibe. Businesses use professional Christmas light installations to create eye-catching displays, from roofline lighting to festive window displays, adding warmth and elegance to the city’s bustling holiday season.

Plan Your Visit to Broomfield, CO for the Holidays

If you’re planning a visit to Broomfield for the holiday season, be sure to set aside time to explore the Christmas lights, community events, and festive displays. While you're here, take advantage of the city’s cozy restaurants, craft breweries, and local shops, which often have seasonal specials. Whether you’re a local or a visitor, Broomfield’s Christmas lights create a joyful, festive atmosphere that’s hard to resist. Bring your loved ones, pack a thermos of hot chocolate, and experience the warmth and magic of the holiday season in Broomfield, CO!

[iibonniee]

Day 15 | Lee Minhyuk

Paring: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 538

Prompt: Christmas Tree Decorating

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Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

Christmas time with Minhyuk was always magical. Minhyuk ensured that each Christmas was a day to never forget, even writing down every little detail in a little book he owned or small paints he would eventually hang up around the house.

Putting up the Christmas tree was something that Minhyuk swore that they needed to do together each year. In the spirit of a holiday romance, the tree decoration tradition fostered a unique bond between them. Every year, Minhyuk would enthusiastically unbox the decorations with the glee of a child, his eyes sparkling more than the shiny tinsel and twinkling Christmas lights.

“Come here,” He’d beckon her over, a broad grin on his face. As she approached, he held out a delicate glass ornament. It was their tradition to put the first one on the tree together. They would count to three and then, with synchronized movements, place the ornament on the sturdiest branch they could find.

Their laughter would fill the home, bouncing off the walls like a jubilant song. Their giggles never ceased as they fumbled with the lights and tinsel.

“Do you remember the year when we accidentally tangled ourselves with the lights?” Minhyuk chuckled, a playful twinkle in his eyes as he remembered. Her laughter followed, filling the room like a melodious echo. Glancing down at the boxes filled with amassed trinkets of their stories, he added, “And we’ll have more to add to our collection this year. Each decoration, a memory etched in our hearts.”

“Ah, those lights,” she laughed, recalling that hilarious episode. “It was like a slapstick comedy scene; we should’ve recorded it and sent it to one of those funny videos shows on TV.”

Minhyuk, eyes gleaming with mirth, chuckled as he playfully feigned a sob, “Don’t remind me. I still have a backlog of tinsel in my nightmares. But yes, our collection grows with every funny disaster and peaceful moment.”

Unboxing a new decoration, he held it up for her to see – a detailed snowflake ornament. He was always looking for unique adornments for their tree, each one holding its own significance. They were not captives to trends or themes but instead enjoyed curating a mix of memories and sentiments.

She smiled warmly, holding out her hand for the ornament. They’d find the perfect place to hang it together as they did every year.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice a gentle murmur matching the soft Christmas music playing in the background. “On three,” he added, the corners of his mouth inching into a teasing smile.

“One… two… three,” they chanted in unison, laughter escaping them even before they reached three. And, together, they placed their newest memory on the tree.

Sprinkling fairy dust on their happy moments, they continued this shared tradition. It was their unique tapestry of shared history interlaced with tinsel, light, and joy. Their connection filled every corner of their home, the decorations an external representation of their bond, their love story that was written across the branches of their tree.

“I think next year we should travel around. Find ornaments and tree decorations from different places.” She hummed, turning to him with a gleam in her eyes.

“That I can promise you will happen.”

[amenders93]

6 Weeks till Chicken Run 2!

Over a month ago, I mentioned that some couples start after having some disagreeable moments and occasionally a big spat before they make up as friends and then start to develop feelings for each other. Well last week's post was all about Rocky and Ginger having their biggest argument yet. Rocky sees Ginger as too serious and a big stick-in-the-mud while Ginger sees Rocky as careless and selfish. Their argument had left them saying hurtful things to each other that later has an impact on one of them - Rocky. After he finally sees how serious the chickens' life or death situation is, he starts to feel something he has probably never felt before - sympathy. Most of all, he's letting what Ginger said about him not caring about anyone but himself get to him and realize that she was right. Now he wants to help the chickens the best he can. This shows the start of his character development. For this week's post, we're going to see just how Rocky plans to actually help the chickens. Not only that, he'll probably start to earn some trust and even a certain someone's admiration.

Let's pick up from where we find Ginger sitting on the roof of hut 17 just thinking about their life or death situation and her fight with Rocky. Her face is devoid of all expression - she was tired of fighting and tired of thinking. That's when she hears a commotion coming from inside the hut through the chimney and heads down to investigate. Once inside the hut, Ginger finds some hens moving bunks around as well as Rocky with Nick and Fetcher again, but this time the rats have brought the rooster a radio. She is still not trusting the rats but now she's curious as to why Rocky has a radio in the hut. He kneels beside the radio and starts to fiddle with the dial scanning through the stations until he finds one playing some jumpy jazz music. When Ginger tells Rocky that she doesn't see how this has to do with their problem, all he tells her is that she will soon enough.

Rocky then turns to the other hens watching the whole thing. He tells them they've been working too hard so it's time to kick back a bit and shake those tail feathers. Our dashing rooster even bounces to the beat and shakes his hips. At first Bunty crosses her arms and scoffs at him, until she notices that her foot is tapping. When she questions this, Rocky tells her that it's called a beat and asks if she feels it pulsing through her body. Now our champion egg layer is bouncing to the beat which clearly shows the beat is pulsing through her after all. Rocky encourages her to go with it; Bunty bursts out moving her body and even adding arm movements. Babs is alarmed at seeing her friend dance; she asks Bunty what has gotten into her. All Bunty responds is the same thing that gotten into Babs apparently because now the knitting chicken is tapping her foot too. Suddenly, Babs starts to bounce, swaying her arms and is dancing too.

But Babs and Bunty are not the only ones dancing because now all the other chickens are dancing too, bouncing and grooving to the beat. Rocky moves amongst them as they get more and more carried away. Even the chickens sitting in their bunks were doing synchronized hand-jive moves. Then Fowler walks in after hearing the music blaring; he's clearly not amused. When he tries to break it up, Bunty just pulls him onto the dance floor and swings him around. Up in the rafters, Nick and Fetcher had hung a mirrored Christmas ornament that had the light ricocheted off it as it spins like a disco ball. Little spots of light wheeled around the room, polka-dotting the dancers as they bounced to the music. They even switch on some strings of Christmas lights around the hut to give some more colorful lighting in the room.

Meanwhile Ginger is just standing off to the side watching everyone else dance and having fun. Then she gets sees one chicken coming her way and bumps her before she had any time to react. Ginger is bumped right into none other than...Rocky. You'd expect them to still be mad at each other but it's quite the contrary. This time when they see each other, they smile at one another. Rocky gives a friendly gesture to ask her to dance with him and she complies. Pretty soon our two stubborn but adorable chickens are now sharing their first dance, smiling and actually enjoying each other's company. If I didn't know any better, there just might be a little spark happening right here, right now.

Now the dance party is in full swing. Nick and Fetcher are doing their own dance up in the rafters. Mac is doing her own little Scottish clog-dancing moves. Fowler is doing the tango with another hen. Everyone is just dancing, stepping in sync, flapping to the right, flapping to the left. And most notably, they were all happy. Near the end of the song, Bunty grabs Babs and gives her a good twirl but loses her grip on her friend. Babs flies across the room flapping her wings until she crashes into the corner wall and lands into a top bunk. Rather than being hurt, Babs just pops up from the straw in the bunk and is all excited that she actually flew for the first time in her life.

Off to the side with Ginger, Rocky claps his hands and congratulates Babs on her flight, not realizing that his bandages were coming off. Ginger, however, does notices this, realizing that his wing is all better. She alerts Rocky of this realization and the rooster looks at his wing, feeling that he was busted (which technically he is). Ginger is so happy that she insists that Rocky will demonstrate his flying technique tomorrow. Rocky starts to look a little sick but he gives her a pained smile, trying to hide how he really feels from her. Something tells me that there's more to what Rocky's nervous about besides the fact that his wing is all better now.

While Babs is still excited that she flew for the first time and everyone else is congratulating her, Ginger turns to Rocky and apologizes to him about her believing that he didn't care about the chickens at all. But after seeing that he threw them all a dance party to lift their spirits up, it seems that our feisty little firecracker was wrong about a certain cavalier rooster. Rocky is now stunned by these words; up until now he's seen Ginger as nothing but a serious hard-boiled egg of a hen but now she's suddenly going soft and being nice to him. He's starting to like this other side of her; maybe she wasn't so bad after all. While slow jazz music plays in the background and the lights are still polka-dotting around the room, Ginger and Rocky are finding themselves looking into each other's eyes. That sounds romantic. Is it just me or is this the start of something new between these two?

After his charming brown eyes looked deep into her beautiful green eyes for what feels like forever to him, Rocky comes around and tells Ginger that there's something he needs to confess to her. However before he could even get one word out, he's interrupted by a new and terrifying sound - a deafening rumble. The lights dimmed, the radio crackled, the music turned to static and all the chicken froze. A loud engine could now be heard outside; the chicken held their ears and begin to mumble, worried and confused. Ginger and Rocky move towards the door but the hen turns to the rooster and tells him to wait in the hut. Seems that despite what she said earlier, she does care about him after all.

Ginger steps out of Hut 17 and walks toward the fence in the direction of the barn. She sees the two vicious guard dogs barking at the barn doors and black smoke billowing out of the chimney on the roof of the barn. Our little ginger hen is really starting to get worried, more than ever before. Nothing like this has ever happened on the farm before and unfortunately, and unbeknownst to her, it's only about to get worse from there. But we all know what's going to happen.

This is the first weekly post with Rocky and Ginger liking each other rather than before when all they could do is disagree and then argue. Later on, there will be other posts that will lead straight to romance. Rocky took Ginger's harsh yet true words about him to heart and makes a big development in his character. Rather than saying how he does care about his new friends, he shows them by throwing a dance party to cheer them up from the miserable news earlier that day. All the chickens, even cranky old Fowler, were having a wonderful time, smiling and dancing their cares away. Even Ginger took a turn with Rocky on the dance floor and they have a wonderful time together. She starts to see that maybe she was wrong about him this whole time and Rocky even starts to see Ginger's soft side as well. After a fun dance together, then Ginger's apology to Rocky and now them looking into each other's eyes, anyone can see that there's some little spark starting to ignite between these two chickens. This just might be the start of something special for our dashing rooster and beautiful hen.

Anyway this is my seventh weekly Rocky/Ginger moment post commemorating the upcoming sequel to Chicken Run. I hope you enjoyed this post. There will be 5 other posts about the first film coming up in the future as well as one monthly post about the sequel. Waiting for this long-awaited sequel may not be easy but these posts are making it easier as the release date draws nearer.

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@senatusstarters location: Hakan's Chrimmus Bash notes: Play That Funky Mayor

It began with a speech, jovial and welcoming as Dimetor honoured the many people that had given up everything for their great city. He then explained that yes, he was but a simple mortal man but the senate had told him everything and he was resolved to make this city a safe place once again - for everyone. He thanked Hakan for opening his home to Rome and declared the party to be an official annual celebration in the Roman calendar, Saturnalia would end on the 23rd and Hakanalia (patent pending) would be held on the 25th. 

Naturally, Dimetor then kicked off into a musical number. 

"Hey do it now Yeah hey,"

Mayor Dimetor stepped out onto the stage as the music flooded the soundstage, the backup dancers were all meticulously dressed, sequins, tassels, and colour blocking that accented the Mayor’s attire: iridescent body glitter that refracted the neon lights and a pair of horns that everyone would assume were really convincing fakes. While the microphone wasn’t his ideal, Dimetor slid into place as he kicked off the Christmas Bash to end all Christmas Bashes.

"Hey once I was a boogie singer Playin' in a rock and roll band I never had no problems yeah Burnin' down one night stands And everything around me, yeah Got to stop to feelin' so low And I decided quickly, yes I did To disco down and check out the show Yeah they was,"

In the corner of the room Hyrsam saw Boranehn with their arms folded, so naturally he tossed the wyvern a wink as he sang. A synchronous clop trotted with the thunderous bass as the seemingly mortal man and his accompaniment of stringent professionals moved through a clearly well-coordinated routine. Hyrsam had done four tours with Britney, Beyonce was still upset that he’d turned down the Homecoming tour but Honey Balenciaga was a good alternative.

"Dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin' And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted Play that funky music white boy Play that funky music right Play that funky music white boy Lay down that boogie and play that funky music 'til you die 'Til you die, yeah, oh 'til you die."

Ariadne looked like she needed to loosen up, his treasured friend, Bacchus smiled at her and the various archdruids he saw strewn about the party. To them it was probably a small matter for a God to conceal his presence; now came the shimmy, Bacchus shifted as he waltzed across the stage, Elmas was wearing her signature human hair unit as she expertly played the keyboard. There wasn’t much his assistant couldn’t do, she was highly skilled. 

"Gonna play that electrified funky music, yeah" "Hey wait a minute Now first it wasn't easy Changin' rock and roll and minds And things were getting shaky I thought I'd have to leave it behind But now it's so much better (it's so much better) I'm funking out in every way But I'll never lose that feelin' (no I won't) Of how I learned my lesson that day"

Those from the garden were some of his favourites, had they tried the chicken at the party tonight? It was to die for. Because Dionysus was Dionysus he’d put a few drops of blood into each of the wine kegs… And the water as well, he’d also put a lot into the pool. Were people trying not to drink? With all of Dionysus that was wafting through the air, that wasn’t going to be possible. Have fun, go wild, get crazy. Dionysus stuck his tongue out as he backed it up across the stage. 

"When they were Dancin' and singin' and movin' to the groovin' And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted Play that funky music white boy Play that funky music right Play that funky music white boy Lay down that boogie and play that funky music 'til you die 'Til you die, yeah, oh 'til you die."

The big finish, Soterius got down and started whacking before he and the ace team of satyr dancers vogued into a set of synchronised death drops. The hero of every story, the idea behind every invention, the saviour of everyone: what couldn’t Soterius do? With these hooves? Nothing. 

Mayor Dimetor dismounted the stage after riding it hard and hanging it up wet, "Enjoy the show?"