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[driftwooddestiel]

shes saying we shouldnt have subtitles on… girl i respect not using english subtitles and all but i need french ones or i wont understand a single thang

[thejokersenigma]

Christmas Fan Fiction 2017 - Day 10 - Christmas Scenes at the Sirens’

So this is a bit of a random one - there isn’t really a story as such, just a bunch of scenes that are a bit odd and maybe out of character but this non-stop writing it taking a bit of a toll on me I think! haha

Hope you enjoy anyway

MASTERLIST

“Remind me again, why we’re baking gingerbread – whilst Harls, who actually wants these bloody things - is nowhere in sight?” Demanded Selina, angrily flicking dough off her fingers.

“Because last time I agreed to let her do it, she almost burnt the house down.” Muttered Pamela, tossing yet another bowl into the sink.

“Why didn’t we just use pre-made dough?” Selina groaned, spooning up a mixture which was still far too runny.

“Harl would know.” Ivy sighed in exasperation. “Trust me, we wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

Just then the girl in question rushed into the room carrying a very disgruntled cat. “Selina. Can I dress Isis?!” She asked excitedly.

“No!” Explained Selina

“Aww, come on…! It’s so cute!” She squealed, holding up the offending outfit which appeared to be a reindeer costume.

“You are not dressing my cat in a reindeer costume Harley!” Selina hissed firmly.

Harley’s face dropped. “Red…” She tried.

“Drop it Harls.” Ivy said. “Why not dress up Bud or Lou?”

Harley let Isis down, not noticing she was seconds from being bitten. The black cat was quick to make the most of its freedom, turning tail and running from the room, probably aiming to hide under Selina’s bed. Harley reached for a small pot of marshmallows on the side. “I tried!” She protested, popping a small handful of the marshmallows into her mouth. “But they’re a bit too excitable and they ended up ripping the outfits to pieces.” She explained, pouting sadly. “I had to just settle on the tinsel collars!”

The two other women exchanged glances with each other as they continued to roll out the cookie dough and cut out little men shapes. Harley continued to pick at the little marshmallows, favouring the pink ones, as she stared absently out the window into the grey Gotham afternoon.

“’ow much longer till the gingerbread is ready?” Harley asked through a mouthful.

“Stop eating all the marshmallows, Harl!” Ivy demanded as Harley shovelled another handful towards her mouth. “The cookies need baking, then you can do whatever the hell you want with them!”

Harley clapped her hands, jumping on the stop excitedly. “Ooo yay!” She beamed. Then stopped suddenly, something outside catching her eye. “Look guys, it’s snowing!” She exclaimed. “Can we go out in it?!”

The two others glanced out the window, “It’s only just started.” Selina muttered, “There’s no point in going out.”

Harley’s face fell again, but soon her smile was back. “But when it settles we go out, right?!” She demanded eagerly.

Ivy sighed heavily, not bothering to look up from her work of cutting out the gingerbread shapes. “Sure, Harls.” She muttered, her tone completely uncaring.

“Yeeee!” Was all she heard, Harley running from the room, clearly having another idea to entertain herself.

“I hate Christmas…” Selina grumbled next to Pamela as she picked the cookie dough out from under her nails.

“Uh huh.” Ivy agreed.

 “You’re cuter when you’re freezing, Harls.” Ivy teased as the Harley walked through the front door, teeth chattering, and her arms wrapped tightly around her chest.

“Yeah, well, someone,” Harley shot dagger eyes at Selina who walked in casually behind her, “took the snowball fight a bit too seriously.”

“You’re just a sore loser.” Selina grumbled, wandering past the frozen girl and heading to her room to change out of her damp clothes.

“Stamp your feet!” Ivy ordered at Harley as she began to follow. Harley scowled, sulking and stomping her feet in the entrance way, huge clumps of melting snow falling away from her boots.

Ivy nodded at her that she could stop and Harley moodily trudged into the living room.

“Can we put a fire on, Red?” Ivy heard Harley call from the living room.

“No fires!” She called back.

“But Reeeedddd…!” Harley whined, appearing in the doorway. “I’m gonna freeze to death otherwise!”

Ivy rolled her eyes at the theatrics. “Fine. But I’m not leaving you alone in that room.” She told her, heading into the room. However, she was brought to a halt by a plant suddenly falling in front of her face. “What on Earth?!”

She looked at thin, round ended leaves and the small circular pure white berries. Mistletoe. Why was there mistletoe in the house?! “Harley! What is this?” She demanded.

“It’s mistletoe!” She explained happily.

“I can see that, but why is it in front of my face.” Ivy asked with a frown.

“I thought it added to the Christmas decorations.”

Ivy surveyed the mistletoe carefully, realising it was just a branch. “You cut it?!” She demanded. Harley face dropped, suddenly realising who she was talking to.

“Uh – only a few bits – I didn’t kill it!” She insisted sheepishly.

Ivy shot daggers at her. “You’re lucky that mistletoe is so resilient.” She growled. “Poor baby.” She murmured, stroking the leaves of the plant above her before pulling it down, refusing to let it hang like a trophy.

 “Is the ginger bread cool yet?” Harley suddenly pipped up from her pile of blankets.

Ivy looked up from where she was giving a bit of TLC to one of her young potted orchids, she’d moved them into the warmth of the room – making sure they were on the other side of the room to the fire – and they seemed to appreciate the increase in heat. “Probably.” She muttered.

Harley giggled excitedly and untangled herself from her nest, skipping towards the kitchen. “Selina!” Ivy heard her call, “We’re going to have a frosting contest!” Ivy rolled her eyes at this – she knew Selina’s reaction to that.

There was low grumbling mutter, which must have been Selina’s unenthusiastic response, and then Harleys loud voice. “Aww come on, kitty, get into the festive spirit!”

Ivy got up and headed to the kitchen, knowing she’d have to stop a fight before it broke out. Stopping suddenly when yet another piece of mistletoe fell in her face. She clenched her jaw as she pulled down this piece as well and carried on into the kitchen.

“Don’t call me that.” Snarled Selina where she sat at the kitchen table, Isis curled up on her lap as the catwoman filed her nails.

Harley looked over to Ivy as she entered, not noticing the plant in her hand. “You wanna join, Red? We’re gonna have a gingerbread frosting competition!”

Ivy raised any eyebrow at her which should have provided a good enough answer, but Harley’s eyes were large and pleading.

Ivy sighed dramatically. “Fine. Hand me some of those men and we’ll just see what I do to them.” She said with a sinister seductive smile. Harley beamed at the look of sin on Ivy’s face and raced to get the biscuits.

“Tah dah!” Harley exclaimed a few hours later, stepping back from the gingerbread house they had put together, and the tray of gingerbread men that had been propped up next to it.

“The gingerbread house is kinda…” Harley began, searching for the best word, pursing her lips as she assessed it.

“Sad?” Suggested Selina, her arms crossed as she leant - bored and sick of being festive - on one of the kitchen counters bored and tired of being festive.

Harley frowned at the suggestion. “Not saaaddd,” She protested, “just… Not quite right.”

“Not quite right, Harls?” Repeated Ivy, “It’s leaning more than Penguin does on his umbrella after he’s had a few too many!” Exclaimed Ivy. “Plus 3 of the gingerbread are bigger than the house, and most of them look like their eyeballs are bleeding!”

There was a moment of silence as everyone considered the bakes before them, then, suddenly, Selina burst into a fit of laughter behind them.  Both of the other girls turned to stare at the crazed woman in bewilderment – she hadn’t done anything but moan all day, now all of a sudden, she was in hysterics – if Harley didn’t know better she would have thought Selina had taken a dose of her puddin’s laughing gas. Ivy raised an eyebrow at her in question. “You alright, hun?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Selina was practically in tears now, doubled over in laughter. “Leaning more than Ossie – that’s a good one!” She managed to choke out between laughs.

Ivy glanced over at Harley who was beginning to laugh herself. “Did someone spike your eggnog?” Ivy asked, beginning to grin at the scenario herself.

Soon they were all laughing together at the ridiculousness of the gingerbread, everyone feeling far more relaxed thanks to their failure - the pressure of the holiday and the need to do ‘festive things’ that they hadn’t even realised they had felt, now suddenly lifted off them. The day didn’t need to be perfect - there wasn’t a need of a list of things to do or check off - they just needed to have fun doing whatever they wanted.

And right now, they wanted to fall into each other with laughter.

Later that night they were all settled with a cup of hot chocolate and a chunk of gingerbread – after deciding that the best and most satisfying thing to do with the cookie house was to smash it. Selina was curled up, stroking Isis who had made himself comfortable on her lap, Ivy was absently stroking a tendril of plant that had wound its way onto her shoulder, and Harley was curled back under her pile of blankets, her eyes resting on the pile of presents that sat under one of Ivy’s Latin named plants – as they hadn’t been allowed a Christmas tree in the house.

“Can I open a present yet?” Harley suddenly asked out of the blue, breaking the peaceful silence that had fallen over them.

Ivy looked over to her and followed her gaze to the pile. “No Harl, you wanted to do Christmas, you’ve got to do it properly. You’ve waited this long you can wait another 24 hours.”

Harley sighed dramatically, still gazing longingly at the corner.

Ivy got up, finishing her drink, and heading towards the greenhouse to check her plants out there before she headed to bed. Just as she was about to walk out the backdoor, yet another piece of mistletoe fell in front of her face, swinging slightly in the cold air.

“If I bump into one more bloody piece of mistletoe, Harl’, I’ll burn your bloody presents!” She yelled back into the house behind her. Selina smirked over at Harley as the girl blushed bright red and sheepishly curled deeper her blankets.

“What a Merry Christmas.” Observed Selina, as Isis purred contently on her lap.