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cardcaptorsakura96 · 8 months

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Getting To Know You

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Lillian Luthor

Summary: Kara and Lena run into a familiar face while on a trip to Chicago. Whether it is a good or bad thing remains to be seen.

Word Count: 3,015

Chapter: 1/1

Trigger warning: There is a mention of a death in the story. It happens before the events of the story.

Notes: This is for the Writing Workshop Week 3: Stories of a Place with @bettsfic and @books

Lena huffed as she finally got the coat over her body and zipped up. She looked down and smiled. It warmed her heart to see her six month pregnant belly. It took years to get to this point. She cupped her belly and started rubbing it.

“I can’t wait to met you guys.”

She looked up looking for her other half. She smiled when she spotted Kara coming towards her now all button up in her coat as well.

“Sorry I took so long. Clark had more photos that he wanted to show of Johnathan’s little league game.”

“You know that will be us in a couple of months.”

Kara cackled which caused Lena to smile more. Kara’s smiles were always the best part of Lena’s day.

“I already told Clark and Lois to be ready for the tons of photos we will be sending them soon. Speaking of….”

Kara slipped her arms around Lena and caressed her stomach.

“How are our little peanuts doing?”

Lena looked up at Kara pouting while holding her belly.

“We are all hungry.”

Kara kissed Lena on her forehead and said, “Let’s fix that. We can go to Ceres Cafe which is a couple of blocks from here.”

She held out her arm which Lena eagerly grabbed and headed out into the brisk October winds.

As they walked, Kara asked, “Are you okay to walk to the place? I could always fly us there.”

Lena sighed and rolled her eyes.

“It is only a couple of blocks. I think I can make it.”

Lena looked up to Kara pouting. She tried not to, but couldn’t help to chuckle.

“I just you and our little peanuts to be safe,” Kara muttered.

“We appreciate your attentiveness. You don’t have to worry about us all….”

Lena stopped and stared across the street. Kara noticed her stopping and eyes started to bulge.

“Lena, are you ok? Is it the babies? Do we need to get you to the hospital? Do we…”

Lena turned around and placed a finger on Kara’s lips to silence her.

“Nothing is wrong. It is just… Well, look.” Lena pointed across the street. Kara followed her finger and groaned.

“Your mother is here.”

“It is not just that. Look at what she is doing.”

Kara frowned and said, “It looks like she is standing in line for something.”

“And you don’t find that unusual?”

Kara looked at Lena puzzled.

“I feel like I am missing something here.”

“My mother has never waited in line for anything. She always claimed her time was too precious and would send her assistants to get her things for her.”

Lena started to cross the street with Kara trailing behind her.

“Why are we going in the direction of your mother?”

“To see what she is doing.”

“Do we really have to? Anyway, I thought that you were hungry.”

Lena stopped and looked back at Kara with huge round eyes and a large pout.

“Our little peanuts and I want to investigate.”

Kara sighed and shook her head.

“Fine, we can say hi. But if she does something even slightly shady…”

“I know. I know. We will leave immediately if she tries something.”

As they walked across the street, Lillian looked up and noticed them. She looked startled. Lena smirked. She has hardly ever able to surprise her mother before. Once they were in front of her it was a weird feeling. It was like they were strangers instead of family. Lillian went towards Lena to try to hug her, but stopped after seeing the glare on Kara’s face. Lena was surprised to see a wince on her mother’s face, but it was quickly replaced by one that was passive.

“Lena and Kara. What brings you to Chicago on this fine day?”

“The Art Institute of Chicago did an exhibit on the planet of Krypton. We showed up in support along with Clark and Lois,” said Lena.

“Ah, I heard about that event. It was a good gesture on their part.”

“Yes, it was just swell,” said Kara.

They all started at each other awkwardly as the line moved forward over the next couple of minutes.

Lena cleared her throat and said, “What is this line for anyway?”

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#dc comics #dc universe #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #kara danvers x lena luthor #lillian luthor #supergirl fanfic #supergirl fanfiction #dccomics fanfiction #dccomics fanfic #supercorp fanfiction #supercorp fanfic #tumblr writing workshop with betts

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arianna-creates · 9 months

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Seeing ghosts from your past, dead best friend angst

Tfw you and your friend are in love with the same guy and she thinks its funny

Timkon art ft Bart <3

Last pic is inspired by the fic Liminal Space by Calamityjim on AO3 (aka @calamityjimao3 ). In the fic, comic Tim gets stuck in the Young Justice TV series universe and is adopted by Bruce/the batfam bc he hates how Tim has been treated. It is very heartwarming and occasionaly sad AND is part of a series!! Lots of sweet interactions between Tim/jason and Tim/damian, worth the read 100%

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astrae03 · 30 days

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Captain’s log: It’s been almost 2 hours since AO3 went down I’m not coping well to the point my introverted ass has finally decided to actually post something on tumblr for the first time; but in these dark times desperate measures must be taken. Stay strong everyone we will get through this. 🥲😭

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 1 month

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#dc #dc comics #dc fandom #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction #superman #superman comics #batman #batman comics #dccomics #batman fanfiction #batfam fanfic #superman fanfiction #justice league #dc poll #dc polls

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birbsandbats · 2 years

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bruce in the pta

One of the prompts for the recent @brucewayneweek was “in the PTA.” I haven’t had time to write a fic for it (yet!) but this has been rolling around in my head:

PTA President: Everyone, welcome Brucie Wayne, our newest PTA member!

Bruce [winning smile]: Thank you for having me.

PTA President: Onto the business of the day. Next week is our first pep rally--

Bruce: Actually, I had some issues I’d like to address. [pulls out stack of color-coded files]

PTA President: Oh, um, of course, Brucie...

Bruce: [ticks off on his fingers] There’s a disturbing lack of diverse authors in the school library. We don’t have an adequate anti-bullying program. Teachers are routinely misgendering their students. And there are no seat belts on the school buses.

PTA President: Wow. That’s, uh. Look, we have a bake sale coming up-- [laughs nervously]

Bruce: [deadly serious] Vehicular safety is no joke, Gillian.

#batman #brucewayne #brucewayneweek2022 #fanfic #dccomics #batfam #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect batfam

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dragonpyre · 1 year

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Scene from my fic Prodigal. Definitely a spoiler if you haven't read it (but you should, it's really good)

Commission info ko-fi

#bruce wayne #dick greyson #jason todd #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #dc #dc comics #dccomics #batfam #batfamily #batdad #fanart #fan art #my art #portfolio

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mathiwrites · 2 months

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the lighthouse, an au fanfic where orm is raised alongside arthur on the surface

Chapter 2

Rain begins to patter against the lighthouse. Arthur plays by the window, rolling toy cars across the sill and making engine noises that are way too awesome to contain. He drives it across the glass and races against the raindrops that fall harder and harder. In the darkness, a figure in white moves towards their home; it catches Arthur’s attention by the sheer contrast of it against the stormy night.

“Papa! Papa!” He calls, equal parts frightened and curious. Grandmother had told him about the things that wander the night—things that are not always kind to boys or men alike. Should he hear a voice filtering through the trees, he should never answer. He should not cast his gaze on the whisperers of the night, lest they take him with them. A pale woman in white looks very much like a demon ready to whisk him away in the night.

Tom Curry cuts water from the sink and grabs a towel. When his boy calls for him, he’s always there. Arthur already lost his mother, so Tom makes up for it in sheer effort.

“What’s got your attention, kiddo?” His voice is rough and smooth all at once, a low velvet tone even when he’s being firm.

Arthur taps on the glass, trying to point further than its barrier.

Tom’s gaze follows the direction of his finger, and his heart stops . He bursts through the door, running towards the ghost and hearing nothing but the sounds of his breath.

It’s her, it’s really her.

The first time he found her, she had washed up onto the shore on the rocks at the base of the Lighthouse. He would have never expected to see her strolling up the single dirt road that only he uses with his beat up truck.

The last time he held her, it was at the end of the docks, and they were saying goodbye.

“Lana!” He shouts over the burgeoning storm. Nothing will stop him from making his way to her. She starts to run towards him, too, making a desperate, undecipherable sound. Relief? Joy? Pain?

Tom stops short of crashing into her, spotting a bundle wrapped tightly across her chest. It isn’t shielded from the rain. Rather, the little thing basks in the downpour. He struggles to process his emotions, between the sudden revelation of a child and the return of his beloved, he doesn’t know how to feel. A simple man at heart, he chooses to simply be happy.

He guides her inside, shielding her out of habit. It’s easy to forget that his wife and his son—sons? —thrive in the water.

They cross the threshold and a toy car comes soaring through the air, smacking Tom in the face.

“Hoy!”

Tom’s exclamation starles the baby who wails. The sound is strange, almost gurgled, but the distress rings clear. He looks to his son who peers out from behind his favourite armchair, already loading another weapon to throw at the spooky intruder of the night.

“Put that down!” Tom gives Arthur a look while Atlanna soothes her child. “Come,” he beckons. “It’s mama.”

Little Arthur Curry narrows his eyes. He knows better than to trust strangers. He stays rooted in his hiding spot, clutching an old Hawkman action figure. It would be so easy for him to chuck it at this stranger. Then again, things can go right through ghosts. The crying baby only overwhelms Arthur who has decided that this spirit has kidnapped another child.

But then again… it’s mama.

He watches as his father fusses with this stranger, both his and her attention directed towards the baby. From this angle, he can get a better view of her on the couch. Though her wet blonde hair clings to her face, she looks like a princess. He can imagine her gliding across a dancefloor, extending her hand for a prince to take and wearing a dress that looks just like her shimmering scaled armour. Her face is transposed over every fairytale his father has ever read him, particularly the Little Mermaid.

(But mama is prettier than Ariel. He knows that now.)

“Hi, Arthur,” she says softly. Now that the baby has calmed, she can shift her attention towards him. “It’s been a while. You don’t remember me?”

She seems to hold no resentment towards him and offers only patience. His mama reaches out her hand to him and Arthur considers it for a really, really long time. His dark brows furrow, but eventually, he relents. Arthur takes his mother’s hand. She eventually picks him up and sets him in her lap.

“Look, this is your baby brother. Orm.”

“Baby brotha,” Arthur repeats and leans forward to look at the infant cooing in the basin. He leans so close and gently bumps his head against his brother’s. “Orm.”

The touch makes Orm cry and Arthur looks up to his mother, apologetic, then back to the baby. He is so small, so soft and so fragile. He needs to be careful with him; he doesn’t need his parents to tell him that.

“I protect you,” he promises.

#my fics #dccomics #dc fanfic #arthur curry #orm marius #atlanna #aquaman #ocean master #ao3feed #ao3 #the lighthouse

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deepsixfanfic · 8 months

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Especial Edições: Lanternas

As asks recentes me deram ideia de fazer as edições, aproveito pra revelar que a Hester é sim de uma corp de lanternas hehe

#joe jordan #dale rood #isabella cruz-baz #maximus prime #hester heywood #pablo cruz-baz #minhas edições #dccomics #deep six fanfic

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vanezzky · 1 year

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*Masterlist*

Rick Sánchez x Reader

Owned by Sánchez :

Prólogo . / Aesthetic

: ¿ Hogar dulce hogar ?

: Ponme al día.

Estás obsesionado, déjame ir.

En el fondo de mi mente.

Con mis brazos alrededor de mi cuello.

Colocado de tí.

Reacción química provocada por la oxitocina.

Mi tipo es...

El principio del abismo.

Ella es MÍA.

Falling in reverse.

Fantasmas del pasado, presente y futuro.

Vuelta al principio.

Dejavú

Dispara al diablo.

Viejos enemigos.

Palabras como golpes.

Hablando claro, tengo un problema.

No debía pasar.

Apocalypse (En proceso )

Prólogo / Aesthetic.

One shots :

-Científco, playboy y ¿Peluquero? [ Rick x Kat]

The Joker x Reader

Sanity Mask

Prólogo / Aesthetic

La curiosidad mató...

Detenida pero no presa.

Bienvenida a Arkham.

Pacto con el diablo.

Recordatorio.

La ruleta rusa, sin pistola

#Masterlist #rick & morty #rick and morty fanfic #rick sanchez #rick sanchez fanfic #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez x oc #rick and morty #joker #joker btas #btas #batman the animated series #batman #dc #dccomics #joker x reader #joker x oc #joker fanfiction

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arty-achilles · 1 year

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We dance with monster through the night by Achilliesikea123 When a boy of magic and a boy of chaos crashed into each other, bonds are form and a new path is open.

Or A self-indulgent fic where two of my favorite characters teaming up.

[Commission] + [Kofi]

#achilles draw #yugioh zexal #yuma tsukumo #billy batson #shazam #dccomic #ygo zexal #zexal #yj verse #crossover fanart #fanfic cover #au #fan made zexal form

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cardcaptorsakura96 · 7 months

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Taxes, Taxes, Taxes-Chapter 3

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Kara Danvers, Clark Kent, Samantha Arias, Lena Luthor

Summary: What if superheroes had to pay a property damage tax every time they had a fight in the city?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Kara was seated across from Lena in her office. They were both just staring at each other with Samantha looking at them nervously from the other side of the room. It felt like they were in a never ending don’t blink challenge except that it had only been just a few minutes. Lena’s startled stare from early had turned icy. Kara had to admit to herself that Lena was impressive. The girl exuded confidence and intimidation with her stare, but it wasn’t enough to scare Kara off. She just kept giving her brightest smile while she waited. After another 2 minutes, Lena blinked, sighed, and shook her head. Kara had to stifle the chuckle that threaten to come out of her mouth.

I may be able to wear her down just yet.

“Why are you here, Supergirl?”

“As I was telling your co-worker over there, I am here to volunteer for the hospital. I saw that you needed people to interact with the….”

Lena shook her head and said, “No, No. No. Don’t give me that professional bullshit! Why are you really here?”

The raven haired beauty leaned forwarded in her chair with her eyes issuing a challenge.

Ah, she can be insightful. But would she be receptive to my true motives though?

“Honestly, I would like to use this opportunity to set myself apart from the one you called if I remembered correctly, a pompous jackass.”

“I knew I should have paid extra to have this whole office sound proof,” Lena muttered.

Kara chuckled to herself. Lena was proving herself to be more and more interesting. She just wished she could be completely honest with her. It wasn’t quite a lie that she told her. She hated constantly being compared to the golden child that is her cousin. At least that is what the public believes. They already established a narrative in the papers that she was not only his cousin but that she was younger than him and had took her in like she was some poor defenseless child.

If only they knew that I am not only technically older, but had to change that bumbling idiots diapers.

“Some would see this as some type of ploy given our families history,” mused Lena.

Hmmm, not taking the original statement. Going to have to push just a bit harder.

“I do see your point, but I think this can be an opportunity to help each other.”

Lena narrowed her eyes and scoffed.

“And how exactly is that?”

Kara smiled brightly and said, “I did a quick research on this hospital last night. You poured a good portion of your money into this place to create state of the art equipment to provide the best quality of care for the children here. However, you have no investors to keep the cash flow coming. Several papers have done hit pieces which suggest you are working with Lex at the hospital in order to experiment on kids.”

“Which are all lies!”

Kara smirked and said, “I know that, but the public needs help with figuring that out.”

“What do you suggest?”

“I propose a partnership between the both of us. You can use photos and videos of me interacting with the kids at the hospital, and I can make an appearance at the hospital’s benefits and events to create a positive spin to rehab this place’s image.”

“And what would you want in return?”

“I just need to work off my $10,000. Plus, it would be an added bonus if this helps people to stop mistaking me for my cousin.”

Lena sighed and placed her head in her hands.

“I don’t know about all of this.”

Sam came over and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Lena, this really could be we have been waiting for.”

“There has to be another way,” Lena muttered.

Kara leaned back into her chair with a coy smile.

“I guess the question you need to ask yourself is if you want your pride to come before the hospital since you don’t have enough money to keep it open another two months.”

Lena smashed her fist on her desk and looked enraged.

“Hey! That is not fair. I can stretch my funds a little longer until we find somebody…”

Kara brightly smiled while leaning forward.

“Do tell. Who exactly will be helping? The public hates you. Other superheroes seem to have the same perception as well since I am the only superhero that has applied to your posting other than the trolls since it went live over a year ago.”

The hate for Lena wasn’t exaggerated. The vitriol that Kara read in the paper about Lena made her skin crawl. The other superheroes weren’t much better. Some wanted to torture Lena to find out what she knew about Lex, but Clark stopped them. That startled Kara considering his hatred towards her brother. He said that going after her would go against everything they stood for. Kara often wondered if that was really true or if he was just giving the politically correct response. Kara stared back at Lena. She looked like she was in emotional turmoil twisting her hands like they were on fire.

Sam shook her head and sighed.

“Lena, we are at the point where it is this or your mother and you know how your mother is.”

Lena placed her head in her arms on the desk and groaned for a moment.

She looked back up with a grimace on her face.

“Alright, we have a deal.”

Kara smiled brightly and put out her hand. Lena looked at it with a frown at first but gradually took her hand and shook it.

“Trust me! This will be a start of a beautiful relationship.”

“If only I could believe that fully.”

“Aww. Don’t sulk. I think we can make SuperCorp into a thing.”

Lena raised an eyebrow while staring at Kara.

“SuperCorp?”

“Yeah. A Super and a Corporate woman putting their families petty differences aside to make the world a better place. You can use it in marketing to promote the activities and benefits you want me to come too.”

“I don’t know about that.”

Sam chuckled and said, “It sounds perfect. I can already think of the things we can do with that theme.”

She quickly began jotting several ideas down in her phone.

Lena stared incredulously at her friend and loudly whispered, “Don’t encourage her!”

She turned back to Kara with reigned in passivity.

“How do I contact you about upcoming events?”

Kara pulled from her pocket a small hand held device and handed it to Lena. She looked back up at Kara with confusion.

“You really just want me to press just the red button and you come running straight here?”

Kara chuckled and said, “While the red button is for emergencies, there are several other smaller buttons that you can used on the device.”

Lena frowned and looked at it more closely. She didn’t notice before, but there were several buttons, a phone and a pen. She pressed the phone icon which produced a holographic keypad where you can dial out and make a call. She noticed it had a contact list which currently only listed Supergirl, but didn’t display the number. She pressed the pen icon which brought up a holographic keyboard where she could type out messages.

She looked up at Kara impressed but quickly changed her expression to passiveness.

“This will do just nicely.”

She is so cute trying to hide how much she likes the tech.

Kara was jolted out of thought by a noise coming through her comms.

“Supergirl, this is Batman. We need you in Central City. Gorilla Grodd and Solomon Grundy are raiding S.T.A.R. Labs.”

Kara sighed because she had been enjoying the tense conversation with the intriguing Ms. Luthor.

“I am sorry to have to cut this meeting short. Duty calls.”

With that, Kara quickly flew from the room.

It may take some time, but I think I can win Ms. Luthor over.

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arianna-creates · 8 months

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Early days (pre-robin) version of a suit that makes batman seem like a metahuman

Read a really good fic about this concept that had a lot of good batdad moments, identity issues, and requited unrequited love for Superbat :)) <3

It's called Loading and Aspect Ratio and it's available on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34977802

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sinnah8 · 2 years

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Remember That final

Bruce Wayne x f! reader

An- I didn't want to leave you guys on a cliff hanger and I don't really have any ideas for this so I will end this on a good note. Enjoy loves<3

masterlist | ask

you gasped for air as you wake up to see Bruce next to you. All you remembered was getting hit with something and now you're laying on a hospital bed.

"What the hell" you looked to see Bruce sitting down right next to you. You tried to get up but pain flooded your body "Don't get up, let me grab the nurse" you were beyond confused "Bruce hold on what the Fuck is going on right now!?!" Bruce completely ignored you and went to go find the nurse.

The nurse gave you ibuprofen and told you to rest up. Bruce hadn't left your side "I think you have other important things too, like saving Gotham" you scoffed. Bruce coldly staring you down, of course, he is not saying a single word to you.

Months without contact and he's just standing there not saying a word to you. You chuckle to yourself and Bruce turns to you "Do you even have a reason to be here". Bruce looked at you blankly and suddenly spoke up "y/n I care about you more than I care for myself and I know what I did was a dick move. But I didn't want you to die in my vain and seeing you helpless and near death just made my reason more valid than it should be." The picture was clear, Bruce cared more than he should and you would've been left for dead without him.

Everything clicked and you lifted yourself up and gave Bruce a hug. "I'm so sorry for being selfish Bruce" you sobbed, Bruce shook his head and lifted your chin, and kisses you.

finally, you bother were reunited, Now it's all a blur.

#dc fanfic #dccomics #battinson x reader #battinson #batman #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #battinson x y/n #the batman 2022 #the batman #fanfic #dc #the batman x reader #battinson x female reader

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annerp · 10 months

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It's just filthy folks.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48140551/chapters/121396069

#dick grasyon #dc #dccomics #tim drake x dick grayson #dick grayson nightwing #dicktim #nightwing #fanfic #tim drake #red robin #tim drake red robin #timdick

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swartzsword · 2 years

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Gotham Night

Haryley Quinn x Reader

Warning: Violence, Blood, Language, Peril, Sensuality

A/N: First FanFic! If you have any requests please feel free to ask!

Even though you were running for your life, Harley had never looked as beautiful as she did in that moment.

You felt as though time had stopped. No fear, no worries, just her deep gorgeous blue eyes staring longingly into yours.

"Puddin..?"'

You had no idea Joker's henchmen were behind you. You could have been ended, if it wasn't for Harley and her trusty bat...

"You okay puddin?"

Time suddenly speeds back to normal, as if someone unpaused your life and was ready to resume play of your reality. Harley was wiping the blood away from her cheek, nonchalantly as if wiping away a small kiss that was a little too wet.

"Harles...?"

"Yes baby you are okay. Follow me, Mr. J won't like this one bit."

Harley stood up, and looked around the alley. Her pigtails bouncing ever so slightly as she moved her head from one direction to another. Following her, you get to your feet, feeling the world spin around you as you adjust to being off the ground. Bodies lay spread in the alley, knocked out cold from Harley's acrobatics.

"Come on baby, let's get going."

She begins to run, you chase after her. Her scent fills your nose as the wind blows through her hair, causing your knees to buckle ever so slightly.

"Shit" She says while looking into the sky. "B-man always has to come ruin the fun"

The Bat signal hangs overhead, threating and ominus, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

"Don't worry schnookums" she says while glacing at you, batting her long lashes in your direction, "I won't let B-Man hurt you."

You trust her, you know that she won't let anyone hurt you. Love fills your heart.

"I love you Harles."

"I love you too baby"

It's been a few months since you and Harley ran out of Jokers hideout together. You remember the excitement you felt, how wrong it was, with Joker screaming after you in the distance.

"YOU FUCKED UP THIS TIME HARLEY, YOU REALLY DID"

"I think we are safe now"

You colapase onto a chair, back into the rundown apartment that you and Harley have been staying in. There's not much too it, just a few chairs, a crappy TV and a matress that has had the pleasure of being a little too broken in over the last few weeks. Harley plops onto the floor crossing her legs smiling up at you.

"Ooof, that was FUN! Wasn't it sweetums?"

Exhasperated, you smile at her, not really sure if that is what you would call fun, but her smile convinces you otherwise.

"Yeah baby it was fun" You exhale, still trying to catch your breath.

She stands up, walking over to you, and climbs onto the chair. Strattling you.

"I need to teach you how to fight" She says as she nuzzels into your chest, "What will happen if I'm not there next time?"

The same thought has passed through your mind a few times tonight.

"Well thats a good idea, when should we start?

"Ehhh, tomorrow" replies Harley as she yawns. "Tonight we can start with flexiblity exercises."

Standing up, she winks at you, removing her baseball T-shirt, and leggings. You stare in utter awe and shock at her toned, pale body, Thoughts rush through your head at a mile a minuet.

She climbs onto the bed, beckoning you to come over.

"Let's begin."

#harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #fanfic #fandom #romantic #dccomics #dc fanfic #harleen quinzel #x reader #first post #short story #dc comix #romance #batman

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mathiwrites · 2 months

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the lighthouse, an au fanfic where orm is raised alongside arthur on the surface

Chapter 1

This place is suffocating.

Though there is no air, she craves the crisp feeling of it in her lungs and the warmth of the sun against her face. The surface—the surface is what she longs for with its simple pleasures and its anonymity. She looks upon the great city of Atlantis, dreaming of a little lighthouse in a small town. She grew up here, and yet, this place has become her prison.

I should have been Queen.

Her eyes flutter shut. Images flood her mind of a happy little boy whose heart is bigger than his body, and of a man who’s tender eyes always see right through her. They are so different from her with their sun-loved skin of deep ochre and bright, bright smiles it’s almost blinding. At first, Atlanna could not believe a boy like Arthur could come from her.

I want to be anywhere else, she laments quietly to herself, but she does not cry. Tears and sorrow are beneath her.

A tiny cry cuts through her thoughts. She spares not a second, gathering the little bundle out of his coddling clam and holding him close. Atlanna hushes the child, a perfect blonde baby—her little fry. He quiets at her touch, his blue eyes opening to look at her. He smiles, blowing happy little bubbles at the sight of her. He is so small and so innocent; he is the only thing that makes her happy here.

But if he stays here, he will not know happiness.

Neither of them will.

It happens in a split second; Atlanna tucks her son against her chest and wraps him tightly with supple fabrics. He will not fit beneath her armour, but she will die before letting any harm come to him. She returned to this place in hopes of protecting those she loved, and she had not wanted another child. She had wanted no offspring for the Kingdom was her child. She had plans to nurture it and help her people flourish. Her presence here meant Arthur would be safe, but who would protect this little one?

Atlanna has had enough.

She has had enough of her husband’s ambition and his betrayal.

She has had enough of the roiling feelings in her chest.

“Your Highness, what are you doing?”

“You know exactly what I am doing, Vulko.”

The High Councillor has been with her since she was born, and now, he has lived to see the birth of her sons. Both of them. His expression is grave as he watches her prepare, but he does not stop her. He never will, for the heart and soul of Atlantis has always been with her. He raised her to be the Queen she always dreamed of being, one that ruled with no male by her side, but he could not sway her father’s hand. Ever since the marriage, he atones for being unable to save her from this lesser life. The bruises Orvax leaves on her skin are his trespasses as much as they are his King’s.

“He will not let you take his son.”

“My son. Orm is my son, just as much as Arthur is, and I will not let Orvax taint him!”

Vulko hangs his head, shaking it in thought. “Perhaps you should consider challenging him, for the sake of your children.” He has been encouraging it since the first time he noticed Orvax has been laying hands on her. “You are the stronger combattant.”

“And the Council?”

She breezes past the guards outside her room, knowing that Vulko would have them stand down. He follows closely behind her, speaking quietly. He motions for them to give them room.

“We will face the Council if it comes to that, but you have their favour. They know you, your Majesty.”

“Their favour? What good did their favour do when my husband went back on his word and took my crown in the name of tradition? I will not wait for him to change his mind, and I will not wait for someone to save me.”

Atlanna stops at the armory. She tips her head up, waiting for the doors to slide open and welcome her in. Nothing happens. She presses her fingers against the door, testing its integrity.

Access denied, speaks a robotic voice.

She tries again.

Access denied.

Her entire life has been spent in this palace exploring different rooms to her delight, yet now that she is grown, she is not trusted with sharp objects. Atlanna was born with a trident in her hand, and she would often pluck the crown off her father’s head when he held her. This is unacceptable. She bangs her fist against it, denting the door. Vulko cannot help her without compromising his alliance.

“Go,” she tells him. “Warn your king.”

It doesn’t occur to her to take Vulko with her. His place is here. He would rot on the surface. People like him—like her —were made for war. He can still save himself, but her life belongs to the little one curled against her chest with his little fists balled in errant strands of her pale hair.

“Atlanna,” her old friend starts, his voice rough with an unfamiliar emotion.

“Do not .”

Apologies are not his to give. She would refuse them anyway, so he might as well save his breath.

Vulko bows to her, one last time, and swims off to warn Orvax of his betrayal. It is his duty; his Queen has ordered it of him.

There is no hesitation in the way she swims through the halls of her childhood. Memories haunt her with every stride. Children playing—a little girl, and a little boy who could have been the love of her life instead of her greatest enemy—and laughing about dreams of princesses and karathens. She turns her back on the man he could have been, finally seeing Orvax for the king that he is.

At the entrance of the throne room, the last statue of her youth stands, tall and proud with an old claymore of human making. The two of them had found it at the bottom of the North Sea and she had been so fascinated with its abnormally large blade. They had carried it together, snuck it back through the same pocket underneath the Gates, and hit it in a wreckage that only nobles could access, but none ever dared. Orvax had been proud to gift it to her upon their betrothal, a perfect addition to honour her statue—a perfect way to mark the end of their childish dreams.

Atlanna rips the weapon out of her coral-kissed hands, testing its weight. It fits her better now that she is older, wiser and angry enough to wield a dull blade against an enemy. Her rage will be her strength. She needs nothing more than that.

The throne room is a massive auditorium. Her people are welcome to attend any official rulings and its size accommodates not only for Atlanteans, but its neighbouring Kingdoms of the Wrights and the Bright Lights. She had stood upon the dais, thinking of all the good she could do with Orvax at her side. He had stood with her, dreaming just as loudly and just as fervently. When the crown had been within reach, when he had snatched it right from under her with laws and technicalities, she no longer bothered to visit this damned place.

“Atlanna,” Orvax purrs, floating towards her with his arms spread wide as if to welcome her home. “My darling son.”

She stops out of reach, just as his eyes flicker to her sword.

“Vulko informed me that you were going to run. Here, I thought he was overreacting.”

Once more, he approaches her. Atlanna steps back. She is not here to posture, she is here to fight and there is no need to let him anywhere near them.

“My love, come .” Anger simmers beneath his kind words.

His hand darts out to grab her arm. Atlanna parries the attempt with the blade of her sword. It only serves to draw up mocking laughter.

“That blade is dull.”

She draws the blade quickly, adding pressure to it. Though it does not cut on its initial contact, by the time she has run the length of it against his offending palm, blood wafts in the water between them.

“But my intent is not. You will let me leave with my son and you will not follow.” The request is simple and clear, but her husband has made a habit of not listening. “Every guard, assassin or man you send after me will die with my name on their lips and their regrets for not pledging allegiance to me . Send an army and I will answer in kind.”

“Ha! You and what army? The surface dwellers?” Orvax’s lips curl. “Ever since my coronation, you have been a hook in my side. I am sick of it, Atlanna. You could have been a great Queen, but you insist on whoring around on the surface and raising that abomination . He will bring about our ruin.” When he tries to bridge the distance, to tower over her like he has done time and time again, Altanna points the tip of her claymore in the center of his chest, where his heart would have been, if he had one.

“If you are so curious, try me and find out.” Her voice does not waiver and her grip does not tire. Orm fusses against her, but her eyes do not leave Orvax as she runs a comforting hand through his soft hair. “You are not Atlantis, and he will is not a threat. I am.”

Orvax opens his mouth to speak and she shifts her aim towards his throat, the metal testing the yield of his skin.

“I am giving you one chance. You love Atlantis, as do I, but I have found something I love more. Leave me be. We will not disturb you.”

In his eyes, Atlanna can see the anger and the pride. She knows he will not let her swim out of this Kingdom without a fight. She also knows that he will not raise his sword against her, not yet. She is too rational to justify such public violence, and he respects tradition too much to act without a public trial. He will chase her until the ends of the earth. What a shame.

“Go, but leave the boy.”

“No.”

“He is my heir.”

“And he is my son.” On that, she refuses to yield.

“You did not want him,” Orvax grits through his teeth.

“And I thought I wanted you. Things change, Orvax. If you come for him, or me, or anyone else in my family, whether it is here or on the surface, I will kill you. Slow. You are not a crown. You are made of flesh, bone and many soft things. You will not touch me again. Do you hear me?”

For a brief moment, fear flickers behind the King’s eyes. He hesitates, considering the merit of a fight.

“You are mine, Atlanna. The Widowhood gave you to me.”

“I was never theirs to give.” The Queen turns to her former counselor. “Tell any guard you send after me that they will be slaughtered. Indiscriminately.”

“Do not command—”

Atlanna moves quickly, closing the distance between them. She shifts the sword’s trajectory, aiming the butt of the hilt towards his stomach. The feint works in her favour as he moves to block it. Her target was never something so obvious. She slams her forehead into his and a burst of blood clouds his face. She doesn’t dare wait for his retaliation; she swims as fast as she can.

“What are you doing?!” Orvax roars at his high counselor. “Go after her!”

“I am waiting for your command, your highness.” Is that not what Orvax wanted?

The delay of getting the orders to the soldiers gives Atlanna enough time to escape. The guards she encounters are reluctant to face their beloved princess turned hostage. No one speaks of Orvax’s firm hand, but they know. They always have.

This time, with her baby strapped against her chest, she does not look back.

Atlantis is not her home.

The journey from the Kingdom to Amnesty Bay is a long one. She can only ride her mighty shark so far before she sends it back on a journey back towards the only home it knows; she has no choice but to swim in long and roundabout ways to preserve the safety of her family. Travelling by land is safer, but the shift in environment is too difficult for her little one who wails at the strange new sensations and the dry, dry air.

“I know, my fry, I know,” she soothes, wading back into smaller bodies of water. Rivers and lakes are better, but they are not as accessible as she would like. There are brief periods where she has to travel by foot. Orm cries for the most part; she soaks him in birdbaths and forgotten kiddie pools. A family nearly calls the authorities on her. To them, she is a madwoman who has kidnapped a distressed child.

With the lighthouse in view, Atlanna’s strength is renewed. She lights up and kisses the top of her son’s head.

“Look, we are home.”

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