H50 fic: McDanno's Radiant Festoonery
Title: McDanno's Radiant Festoonery
Author: kitmerlot1213
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: This story is for fun and no profit. I do not own any of these characters --I'm just borrowing them briefly.
Summary: 710 word McDanno fic for the Swap of Joy for Dreamy! This is an extremely goofy but well meant holiday story-ENJOY!
It’s not that Danny Williams couldn’t appreciate tropical and ocean themed Christmas decorations-he was from Jersey after all--it was more of a WHY should he have to appreciate tropical and ocean themed Christmas decorations.
Yes, the starfish garland interlaced with the sea turtle teal lights was very pretty but it didn’t feel quite like Christmas and it was a known fact on Piikoi Street that the McGarrett/Williams home was THE place for over the top decorations and intense Christmas spirit.
And it wasn’t difficult for Steve McGarrett to understand that not everyone appreciated a coastal Christmas theme---the sea glass and eucalyptus garland was particularly gorgeous and a personal favorite-so he knew he had to tread lightly with his partner.
“Danny, you need to let your hatred of the driftwood wreaths and sand snowmen go. Operation Green Christmas is on!”
Danny sent him a death glare that was one part ferocious and the other part gently amused. “Oh man, this is going to be a long holiday season.”
It wasn’t long before inflatable lawn ornaments of Beach Santa, palm and cactus trees, penguins in shorts and most notably, a giant tiki in a hula skirt covered the front grass while the windows were artfully outlined with colorfully blinking pineapple and plumeria string lights.
It was all rather lovely, festive and peaceful.
Except of course for the ongoing, never-ending debate of “Is it a string of lights or a strand? Maybe it’s a rope light and do we have enough extension cords for all this illumination?”
~~~
There was a part of Grace that wished she just had the guts to suggest getting a Christmas snowflake light projector and be done with it, but she knew her parents would never go for it.
Grace also knew that at some point in her life she’d be able to joke about her dad and uncle’s obsession with Christmas lights.
Or rather Grace would be able to smile slightly at her Uncle Steve’s obsession with driving her Danno insane with his decorating choices and thereby adding to everyone’s holiday stress.
Now was not that day.
Danno swore by the traditional string lights from his Weehawken childhood and he held the same belief as his dad: “Go big or go home” and he’d scoff at small fairy lights.
Grace knew from past experiences that this would be the first of many trips to Ace Hardware and Uncle Steve’s expression would be one-half bemused and the other half annoyed when her dad would go off on one of his Christmas decorating rants: “Screw mini lights, we’re going for a vintage feel and that means the big-ass bulbs.”
Steve held a box of colorful LED lights meant for indoor and outdoor use. He checked the bulbs size, thinking they’d be sufficient. “C7’s?”
Danny’s derisive laughter turned a few heads. “Don’t make me laugh; we’re getting C9’s complete with replaceable bulbs for the old-fashioned retro look that’s all the rage.”
But before Steve could even make a single comment, Danny was already off on another tangent regarding white or multicolored lights.
“White lights are timeless and nostalgic, while multi-colored lights are jolly and festive. Are we going for a classy look or a fun look?”
Steve knew by now not to interrupt his partner’s stream of conscious babbling: “And then there’s the added question of whether or not to get a non-blinking steady strand or a synchronized one.”
Danny had picked up yet another box and practically had a fit. “Softly twinkling?! THE HELL?? If I’m going to the trouble of having blinking lights set up by a timer then they better be god-damn flashing like a neon sign!”
Steve and Grace exchanged mildly horrified looks, with Grace frantically whispering to her dad. “Danno, you shouldn’t be cursing in front of the Nativity. Everyone knows that’s the quirkiest way to get coal.”
“Sorry Monkey,” Danny looked suitably chastised.
Steve handed him yet another box but before he could even utter a word, Danny had snorted dismissively and thrown the package of icicle lights back on the cluttered shelf. "Battery operated lights are for old ladies and little girls.”
“Oh Danno,” Grace sorrowfully shook her head. “Krampus is totally making a beeline for you this year.”
Author: kitmerlot1213
Fandom: Hawaii Five-0
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: This story is for fun and no profit. I do not own any of these characters --I'm just borrowing them briefly.
Summary: 710 word McDanno fic for the Swap of Joy for Dreamy! This is an extremely goofy but well meant holiday story-ENJOY!
It’s not that Danny Williams couldn’t appreciate tropical and ocean themed Christmas decorations-he was from Jersey after all--it was more of a WHY should he have to appreciate tropical and ocean themed Christmas decorations.
Yes, the starfish garland interlaced with the sea turtle teal lights was very pretty but it didn’t feel quite like Christmas and it was a known fact on Piikoi Street that the McGarrett/Williams home was THE place for over the top decorations and intense Christmas spirit.
And it wasn’t difficult for Steve McGarrett to understand that not everyone appreciated a coastal Christmas theme---the sea glass and eucalyptus garland was particularly gorgeous and a personal favorite-so he knew he had to tread lightly with his partner.
“Danny, you need to let your hatred of the driftwood wreaths and sand snowmen go. Operation Green Christmas is on!”
Danny sent him a death glare that was one part ferocious and the other part gently amused. “Oh man, this is going to be a long holiday season.”
It wasn’t long before inflatable lawn ornaments of Beach Santa, palm and cactus trees, penguins in shorts and most notably, a giant tiki in a hula skirt covered the front grass while the windows were artfully outlined with colorfully blinking pineapple and plumeria string lights.
It was all rather lovely, festive and peaceful.
Except of course for the ongoing, never-ending debate of “Is it a string of lights or a strand? Maybe it’s a rope light and do we have enough extension cords for all this illumination?”
~~~
There was a part of Grace that wished she just had the guts to suggest getting a Christmas snowflake light projector and be done with it, but she knew her parents would never go for it.
Grace also knew that at some point in her life she’d be able to joke about her dad and uncle’s obsession with Christmas lights.
Or rather Grace would be able to smile slightly at her Uncle Steve’s obsession with driving her Danno insane with his decorating choices and thereby adding to everyone’s holiday stress.
Now was not that day.
Danno swore by the traditional string lights from his Weehawken childhood and he held the same belief as his dad: “Go big or go home” and he’d scoff at small fairy lights.
Grace knew from past experiences that this would be the first of many trips to Ace Hardware and Uncle Steve’s expression would be one-half bemused and the other half annoyed when her dad would go off on one of his Christmas decorating rants: “Screw mini lights, we’re going for a vintage feel and that means the big-ass bulbs.”
Steve held a box of colorful LED lights meant for indoor and outdoor use. He checked the bulbs size, thinking they’d be sufficient. “C7’s?”
Danny’s derisive laughter turned a few heads. “Don’t make me laugh; we’re getting C9’s complete with replaceable bulbs for the old-fashioned retro look that’s all the rage.”
But before Steve could even make a single comment, Danny was already off on another tangent regarding white or multicolored lights.
“White lights are timeless and nostalgic, while multi-colored lights are jolly and festive. Are we going for a classy look or a fun look?”
Steve knew by now not to interrupt his partner’s stream of conscious babbling: “And then there’s the added question of whether or not to get a non-blinking steady strand or a synchronized one.”
Danny had picked up yet another box and practically had a fit. “Softly twinkling?! THE HELL?? If I’m going to the trouble of having blinking lights set up by a timer then they better be god-damn flashing like a neon sign!”
Steve and Grace exchanged mildly horrified looks, with Grace frantically whispering to her dad. “Danno, you shouldn’t be cursing in front of the Nativity. Everyone knows that’s the quirkiest way to get coal.”
“Sorry Monkey,” Danny looked suitably chastised.
Steve handed him yet another box but before he could even utter a word, Danny had snorted dismissively and thrown the package of icicle lights back on the cluttered shelf. "Battery operated lights are for old ladies and little girls.”
“Oh Danno,” Grace sorrowfully shook her head. “Krampus is totally making a beeline for you this year.”