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Kinsfolk: A SwanQueen, SuperCorp, & SnowIng Tale
by Grtmnick
In the depths of her family's ancestral summer home, Queen Snow White carried to term two beautiful baby girls. The fraternal twins' existence was a closely guarded secret, so deeply hidden that the fates themselves failed to predict how the sisters would alter the threads of countless lives.
The first of the two children was named Emma, and was prophesied to be the savior, protector of all that was good and just. The second, was given the name Helena, and was destined to safeguard her twin from the darkness, both outside and within.
The agents of providence however, had far more sinister plans for the duo. Their dark machinations separated the sisters, scattered them amongst the multiverse, so that each instead aged apart and alone, transformed into Swan and Luthor, neither knowing of love nor of the others existence.
This is the story of two women's quests to find the ultimate solace, family.
Words: 4494, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Kindred: A Fantastical Family
Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV), Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Emma Swan, Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Minor Characters
Relationships: Evil Queen | Regina Mills/Emma Swan, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Prince Charming | David Nolan/Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Twins, Post-Season/Series 01, Post-Season/Series 05, fraternal twins, Sisters, Multiverse, The Enchanted Forest (Once Upon a Time), Storybrooke (Once Upon a Time), National City (DCU), Femslash, Queer Character, No Homophobia, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Slow Build, True Love, Soulmates, Dark One Emma Swan, Magical Lena Luthor
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2019 ~ Most Popular HP Femslash Fics
F/F tagged works sorted by Hits on AO3*
As of 2023.2 (1,659 works)
*Only fics with a sapphic main pairing are included (listed alphabetically)
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1. Best Behaviour by idleside [Daphne/Pansy/Harry, E, 20k]
When these three "leftovers" find themselves without any other prospects at the end of the night, bemoaning their singledom at an afterparty at Daphne's flat makes sense, right? After all, they can't stay on their best behaviour forever.
2. Crazy Little Things by dreiser [Hermione/Luna, M, 96k]
Little by little, in her own unusual way, Luna Lovegood begins to romance Hermione Granger.
3. Emerald Flight 2017 by megamatt09 [Fem!Harry/Kara Zor-El, Fem!Harry/Multi, E, 279k]
One heroine is fresh off of the defeat of the Dark Lord. The other heroine is recovering after the collapse of the Justice League and the death of her cousin. Alia Potter and Kara Kent meet in Vegas and the magic happens. Featuring female on female action, a collective consisting of multiple women, and some content not suitable for children.
*Crossover with Supergirl, Arrow, Smallville, Justice League, The Flash, DCU
4. A Fitting Punishment by HG_Slice [Hermione/Dolores, E, 8k]
When Dumbledore is forced to leave the school in Harry’s 5th year, Umbridge takes advantage of the opportunity to put an annoying little bookworm in her place.
5. Français by not_here_leave_a_message [Fleur/Hermione, T, 4k]
Viktor was subtle but straight-forward. He had questions and he asked them and he got to know her that way. And Fleur? Fleur was a mess who aired her woes about her crush to her friends. In French...too bad Hermione speaks French. Sshhh!
6. I'll Show You by hinamori_kidou_apprentice [Hermione/Lily Luna, Hermione/Lily Luna/Harry, E, 8k]
17-year-old Lily Luna Potter seeks comfort in the arms of her father after her boyfriend breaks her heart.
7. Muddy, Mistress’s Pet by last_days [Hermione/Bellatrix/Narcissa, Hermione/Severus, E, 6k]
When Dobby rescued everyone Hermione got left behind, and later the dark lord won and Hermione was given to Bellatrix, who shares with her little sis Narcissa. This is Hermione's first night as Muddy, Mistress Bellatrix's pet.
8. Pink & Blue by Hermione_Stranger [Hermione/Luna, Daphne/Pansy, E, 302k]
While patrolling the castle one evening Hermione runs into a certain someone or rather falls over a certain someone. A rather odd someone in fact, who is in need of a little help.
9. Sleepover at the Weasleys by prettyperversities (ellebesea) [Luna/Ginny, Luna/Arthur/Ginny, E, 2k]
It’s just a normal sleepover with her friend Luna, right up until Ginny learns that her mum will be away for the night. She always has more fun when Mum is away.
10. Underneath the Table by maraudersaffair [Hermione/Pansy, E, 1k]
Pansy is sick of being ignored. To gain Hermione's attention, she crawls under the table to eat her out.
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2022 fic year in review
Total number of completed works: 12
Total word count: 222,173
Fandoms written in: Marvel (Daredevil, Punisher, and Black Widow both MCU and comics, mostly MCU and comics fusion), DCU comics (Deathstroke and Nightwing + adjacent bats and birds) and Peacemaker (HBO series)
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? I figured I would write a little less than what I did in 2021 because I got kinda burnt out by the end of the year. I wrote about 60k less, so I think that’s about what I expected.
What’s your own favorite story of the year? A toss-up between mapped out and blind date, they were both really fun to write.
Did you take any writing risks this year? I signed up for two bangs and one exchange, so there’s always the risk I won’t finish in time. (I didn’t for one bang and the exchange, but got everything posted a couple weeks late.)
Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? Yes, I have three sladick fics I want to write for sure: a fantasy/royalty AU, one where Slade keeps restraining Dick and accidentally gives him a bondage kink, and one that’s a time-travel Blüdhaven fix-it fic (but not in the way you think). I also have tentative plans to write chapter twos or part twos for some of the sladick fics I did last year. I’ve had a Leota/Keeya (from Peacemaker) idea bouncing around in my head for awhile (featuring Adrian committing chaos in the background), so I will try to get that out by February because I like to do femslash February. And I got 15k into an obikin fic I had to set aside due to other fandom events that I would like to finish by the end of the year. Fratt is on a bit of a backburner for me, but I do still have ideas and would participate in fratt weeks and DDE if that gets scheduled. Basically, I will still be on my bullshit.
Most popular story of the year? By kudos, it’s scientifically sound, with muscle memory as a close second.
Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: wolves and girls for sure. It’s a nearly 40k fic for a pairing (natelektra) with 15 works on AO3, one of which is the art post for this fic--I used it for the Marvel bang. I didn’t expect it to get much traction, but by god this pairing deserved at least one bang-length fic, and if I cannot find it, I will create it!
Most fun story to write: Maybe scientifically sound? It was 2k and I wrote it in one sitting, which was a first for me, as it’s usually a struggle to keep any of my ideas under 10k. I also had fun writing all the sladick fics I did for the sladerobin weekend/mini event back in April--I had a bit of time off, so I was able to crank those out much faster than usual. (Those are mapped out, a pound of flesh, and one for the road.)
Most unintentionally telling story: Tbh it’s probably wolves and girls for the same reason it was the better half last year. I again romanticized the ability to travel and spent an inordinate amount of time describing the scenery.
Biggest disappointment: Lack of time, more than anything. Real life kicked my ass this year, and I didn’t (and never do) get as much writing done as I wanted. I also really wanted to finish that obikin fic before I started my next one, but that didn’t happen, and it is now languishing in WIP land.
Biggest surprise: Going feral over obikin like I’m in middle school again.
My favorite part of fandom this year: I always like working with artists for bangs and events, and @flamebird-j created a lovely piece for muscle memory. I also met some cool people through the DC fandom and read just enough comics to appreciate the excellent shitposting potential of batfam shenanigans.
Tagging: anyone who wants to do it 💕
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Top 50 Fem Ships 2024
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52885492
by ShinyHalo115
Top Femslash ships that's inclusive of F&F.
Words: 1278, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English
Series: Part 13 of Top Ship Stats 2020s
Fandoms: DCU, Once Upon a Time (TV), Original Work, The 100 (TV), The Owl House (Cartoon), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), Stranger Things (TV 2016), RWBY, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Avatar: Legend of Korra, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), Wynonna Earp (TV), Addams Family - All Media Types, Homestuck, Carmilla - All Media Types, Pitch Perfect (Movies), Undertale (Video Game), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Killing Eve (TV 2018)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, Gen
Additional Tags: Fanwork Research & Reference Guides, AO3 Statistics, Femslash
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52885492
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But What Does That Mean?
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/fYsCZva
by RubyAndNanaAO3
Stephanie Brown has finally returned to Gotham and reunites with her best friend Cass. But when Cass says something unexpected it leaves Steph with only one question; What does that mean?
Words: 3412, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake
Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Post-War Games (DCU), Femslash, Love Confessions, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Cassandra Cain is Batgirl, tim/kon if you squint, Comic: Batgirl (2000), Past Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Tim and Steph are chill exes, Bi Steph, lesbian Cass, gets just a little spicy at the end, just little
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JLU: The Lost Files #6 -- A Heart of Clay
by unpeumacabre
Diana returns to Kaznia on routine diplomatic business, but she meets an old flame, and sparks fly again... Only to be interrupted by an emergency mission off-planet.
However, when she returns, she finds that her long absence has cooled Audrey towards her. Vicious words are exchanged, and Diana retreats to Themyscira, terribly hurt. Clark tries to offer comfort - but he has his own problems. He's been avoiding Bruce, tormented by a dream he had about hurting Bruce, while under Dr. Destiny's spell. Will either of them be able to find their happy ending, or is the course of true love destined to never truly run smooth?
Note: Written in screenplay format. This is part 6 of a series that will track the very, very, very slow-burn of Superbat's relationship throughout the years and the episodes of JLU. Ft.: everyone's favourite BAMF aunt. In this case, the B in BAMF should stand for bisexual.
Words: 7229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 6 of JLU: The Lost Files
Fandoms: Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Justice League - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M
Characters: Audrey (Justice League: Maid of Honor), Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne
Relationships: Audrey (Justice League: Maid of Honor)/Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: literally just my wishful fantasy, bc i never picked up on those sapphic undertones in maid of honor until i grew up, DIANA IS CANONICALLY BISEXUAL WOOHOO!!, Fluff and Angst, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, screenplay format, POV Outsider, Post-Divorce, Male-Female Friendship, Femslash
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42039576
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Three by One - fic rec: silverwriter01 (Kalex)
In this Kalex (Kara/Alex, romantic; Supergirl) femslash fanfiction recommendation, I have collected 3 excellent stories from silverwriter01 (@silverwriter01 on tumblr) in the third installment of Three by One: 3 stories, 1 fandom, 1 ship, 1 of my favorite authors.
Short Kalex disclaimer: Kalex (Alex/Kara) means that Kara and Alex have a romantic relationship. They are not biological siblings. Some Kalex authors have used the following terms which describe this: pseudo-incest, adopted sibling relationship or not really incest if one is an alien.
As always: don't read what you do not like and ship and let ship.
While the three stories are not labeled and advertised as a trilogy and are not related to each other, I feel they work well as a trilogy and I would recommend reading them in the order they were written.
Every canon divergent story starts with a big “what if ...”.
What if the reason Kara never fell in love with Alex could be removed?
What if Kara came back from a mission with her memory messed up, believing Alex to be her lover?
What if Alex inadvertently managed to get Kara pregnant?
Three Kalex stories - details after the cut
1) What if the reason Kara never fell in love with Alex could be removed?
Title: Pink Kryptonite [AO3]
Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU), Season 1
Relationship: Alex Danvers/Kara Danvers (Kalex) (f/f)
21 Chapters, 32k words (completed)
Published: 2016
Rating: Mature
Kara Danver's life changed when she fell victim to the Black Mercy. Reflections of her 'perfect fantasy world' leave her with shaken and with questions. What is pink kryptonite and why did her mother place it in the back of her pendant? How does she tell Alex that she actually was part of her fantasy world?
When you see Alex and Kara together and think: there is just this one tiny bit missing and they would be a wonderful couple.
Silverwriter01 take on this: Nope, there is nothing missing, there is something that needs to be removed.
The story re-imagines a few key scenes from Supergirl season one and Kara also revisits a few key memories from the time she grew up with Alex.
This story comes close to the optimum result if you wanted to write a Kalex story, as close to canon as possible, focusing on Alex and Kara and do as little retelling of the show and as little action sequences as possible.
I re-read this story recently because I didn’t take notes the first time. It is very well written, and it held up fantastically. Just as the 1st time I read it, I couldn't put it down.
This is a very sweet and romantic story, but there is just enough suspense and a little bit of angst to create tension. This is one of my favorite Kalex fics.
Favorite quote
Alex reached over to brush some lose strands of hair behind Kara’s ear. “But none of that compared to when we landed safely because of you. I was so relieved when you climbed on onto of the wing, soaking wet but still so beautifully alive. I remember smiling. You looked so happy. And that was the moment I fell in love with you.”
2) What if Kara came back from a mission with her memory messed up, believing Alex to be her lover?
Title: Things I Yearn To Remember [AO3]
Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU), Season 2, AU-ish (a bit Alternate Universe)
Relationship: Alex Danvers/Kara Danvers (Kalex) (f/f)
29 Chapters, 44k words (completed)
Published: 2016
Rating: Teen and up
When Alex's date night with Maggie doesn't go as planned, she heads to Kara's apartment to process what happened. Only she finds the apartment empty except for a message. When Supergirl returns they discover half of her memories are missing and she has a strange idea about her connection to Alex.
Alex is struggling with the dilemma of "lying" to Kara - because in Kara's messed up memories they are a couple. Alex does not want to hurt Kara while she is recovering and thus she plays along, but eventually she is forced to challenge her feelings for Kara. Is Alex setting herself up for a really broken heart - once Kara remembers what they really are to each other?
I loved this fic. It is a rather unusual take on (partial) memory loss and very well written.
3) What if Alex inadvertently managed to get Kara pregnant?
Title: Danvers times Danvers [AO3]
Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU)
Relationship: Alex Danvers/Kara Danvers (Kalex) (f/f)
43 Chapters, 58k words (completed)
Published: 2016/2017
Rating: Mature
When Alex is testing out a new weapon to transfer DNA (one of her many potential plans to save her father), she accidentally shoots Kara in the ovary. Thinking absolutely nothing would happen, Alex never mentioned she shot Kara with a vial of her DNA. Yet something does happen: Kara misses her period.
In a way Alex and Kara are doing it backwards. First Kara gets pregnant, then Alex and Kara marry “for the kid”, and then they might actually start to face their feelings…
This is a very domestic and pregnancy focused story. And ultimately there is a very funny sex scene.
We see a lot of protective Alex and a supportive Superfamily.
This is part of a series of femslash fanfic rec lists that I call Three by One
main blog @femslashhistorian | fic recs only @femslashhistorianficrecs
f/f fic recs | Korrasami | KiGo | DCU & Supergirl | MCU | PoI | Buffy | f/f history
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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, November 13th
SPIKE: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so... (pauses) Bloody hell! Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks, oh God! I'm English!
GILES: Welcome to the nancy tribe.
~~Tabula Rasa~~
[Drabbles & Short Fiction]
Stake Out - Spike One Shot (Spike/reader, warnings: fighting, smut, biting) by nellblazer
[Chaptered Fiction]
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Shadowed Suspicion, Chapter 222 (Ensemble, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure crossover, T) by madimpossibledreamer
Buffy's Father, Chapter 1 (Joyce, Stargate crossover, T) by Vidicon666
The Agency, Chapter 1 (Xander, Harry Potter & MacGyver & Teen Wolf crossover, M) by zxandris
Sanguis Vocat Ad Sanguinem, Chapter 3 (Buffy/Spike, M) by resignedlybeneaththesky
New Sunnydale New Slayer Chapter 5 (Faith/Chris Argent, Teen Wolf crossover, M) by skargasm
Rare Is This Love, Chapter 28 (Scoobies, G) by broken_hearted_bard, deandratb
You Can't Fight Fate - But You Can Bitch About Him Chapter 19 (Buffy, Young Justice & DCU crossover, not rated) by Hermione2be
Alternate Repercussions, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Jws1993
The path to redemption, Chapter 76 (Scoobies, T) by Aragorn_II_Elessar
Slayers and Trollhunters, Chapter 33 (Scoobies, Tales of Arcadia crossover, T) by Starfox5
Initiation, Chapter 15 (Scoobies, T) by Jaspergirl (old_fashioned_gal)
When a Goodbye is Final, Chapter 14 (Buffy/Giles, T) by froxyn
Keeping Up With the Scoobies, Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Takara_Phoenix
The Burning Wheel, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, M) by GingerKI
Never broken, Chapter 5 (complete!) (Willow/Faith, T) by Bl4ckHunter
Beneath the Surface, Chapter 27 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by The Danish Bird
Alternate Repercussions, Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by Jws1993
Kombat of Champions, Chapter 11 (Xander, multiple crossovers, FR21) by Sithicus
Double, Double Toil and Trouble, Chapter 3 (Willow, Stargate crossover, FR13) by vidicon
[Images, Audio & Video]
Vidlet: Whatever It Takes (Buffy/Spike, worksafe) by thenewbuzwuzz
Vidlet: Whatever It Takes (Buffy/Spike, worksafe) by thenewbuzwuzz
Artwork: Buffy Summers pencil sketch (worksafe) by heatherwindle
Artwork: Rupert Giles (worksafe) by poisonouschicken
Cosplay: Buffy Summers by ravennazane
Playlist: Playlist for a post-show Buffy that spreads her wings by goth-monster-fucker
Theme song mashup: Buffy Contre Les Vampires X Game Of Thrones (générique mashup) by Metrax Production
Video: Self-Tape | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Anya by Anna Krempholtz
Vidlet: Buffy summers || I Don't understand by Buffyfandom
Vidlet: Wait For Me | Willow and Tara by Sunnydale Remains
Fandub: Going Through The Motions | Darcy Spence and William Lemery by LemRecordings™
Fanvid: Buffy and Faith | Honey and Milk by River Starsky
Fanvid: And you didn't stop loving him... | Buffy + Dean (Demon Dean) (Supernatural crossover) by nexusBOS
Fanvid: Angel & Buffy ~ ok by Leo L
Fanvid: Boys Will Be Boys (TW) (BTVS, ATS, AWAE) (Tw: This video shows depictions of sexual assault, abuse, partner violence, and rape) by Theresa Soraire
Fanvid: buffy + spike | tear you apart (she wants revenge) by loverzwalk
Fanvid: Buffy/Angel | So Emotional (Whitney Houston) by Bangel_Boreanaz100
Fanvid: Buffy sad | are you satisfied marina by Misssunnay
[Reviews & Recaps]
[Once More With Feeling] by memorysdaughter
Why I don’t really particularly like Season 7 by girl4music
[Recs]
What are your top ten favourite fanfics? by flow
[Community Announcements]
Buffy Femslash Secret Santa, 2021 Edition! by buffyfemslash
The calendiles secret santa is officially on! by calendiles-secret-santa
[Fandom Discussions]
What season 6 of Buffy was really missing by 5bi5
[Buffy and Mr Maclay in Family] by chasingfictions
[Spike character assassination in the 6th season] by girl4music
“This is real, here”: On the word “real” by impalementation
Jenny deserves the opportunity to smack Giles silly for the Cruciamentum by melonsmessymusings
It kills me that in the Wishverse, Buffy and Angel barely even know each other by oveliagirlhaditright
Do we have any favorite Slayers besides Buffy, Faith, and Kendra? (discussion in comments) by oveliagirlhaditright
[Giles being in love with Ethan / Ethan and Jenny’s storylines parallel] by rachaeljurassic
Would Buffy have seen through Jasmine? by Tank1978
Season Four was the best Season of Angel by sdu754
"The Body" is overrated by jdpm1991
Season 7 is the best season! by D_B_4986
All of Faith Lehane's efforts to corrupt Buffy failed by arbiewebbjr
Imagine the show today with smartphones by esmivida
What's your favorite part of Tabula Rasa? by InfiniteMehdiLove
Slayers as the "Tip of the Spear" by rogthnor
6x20-22 by hda1998
Buffy/Angel’s Summer Excursions by rednax2009
Who would you have made Faith's supporting cast? by The810kid
Season 7 theory about Money by invisiblebyday
Kendra, and other unsung heroes of the Buffyverse! by T-408
Under your spell by IndependentSquare553
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red || harley quinn/poison ivy
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harley Quinn (Comics) Batman - All Media Types DCU
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence
Relationships: Pamela Isley & Harleen Quinzel
Characters: Pamela Isley, Harleen Quinzel
Additional Tags:
Past Joker (DCU)/Harleen Quinzel, Abusive Joker (DCU), blood (plenty), Hurt/Comfort, One Shot, Femslash February 2021, Femslash February, Sex
Series: Part 1 of the Femslash February 2021 series
Summary: A breakup, a healing process, color therapy at Arkham, and a series of life-changing realizations by Harley Quinn, with help from Poison Ivy.
Notes: Written for prompt #1 of Femslash February 2021: Red. Written around Issue 1 of Harleen: Black + White + Red by Stjepan Sejic which is an absolute masterpiece. I feel like this can be read even if you haven't read the comic but honestly it's super short and you should go read it because it is a work of art.
[ao3 link]
She doesn’t kill him.
She could kill him. That’s important to note. She could kill him. But she chooses not to. And for once — for the first time since this whole nightmare started — she doesn’t do it for him. It’s not because she loves him so much she can’t bear to kill him. It’s not because she thinks maybe one day they’ll get things right.
No. She doesn’t kill him because she doesn’t want to kill him. She wants him gone but not dead. Well — she wouldn’t necessarily mind if he happened to die. Have Bats forget his self-imposed limit and finally kill him. No, she wouldn’t mind. She just doesn’t want to kill him herself.
They stick with you, you know? The people you kill. Even if they deserve it. She would know. And she doesn’t want to carry his death around for the rest of her life. She just wants him gone.
So she stands there, bleeding and panting and struggling to catch her breath as she looks down at his unconscious body. That’s her blood on the knife by his hand. On his knuckles and splattered on his face, and you know what?
“You know what, Jay?” She says out loud, because why not? It’s not the first time her blood’s ended up all over him. Not the first time or the second or the tenth or the fifteenth. She kicks the knife away from him for good measure, even if the bleeding crack on his temple makes it clear he’s not gonna be getting up any time soon.
Still, though. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s tricked her.
Wouldn’t be the first time she’s let him trick her.
Because, you know what?
“I’m smarter than you think.”
So she stands there, Harley Quinn, with her blood-stained mallet and her blood-soaked harlequin costume, looking for all the world like the psychopath her Arkham file says she is. And — just look at her. She wouldn’t need to be a psychopath to kill him. To kill the man who turned her from a promising young psychologist into his peppy murderous sidekick. The man who’s kept her in a sadistic cycle of toxicity (both literal and emotional) for all these years.
The man who — for fuck’s sakes — just tried to kill her with a butcher’s knife.
(Though that last one might have been self-defense, to be fair.)
What she’s getting at — and she’s getting at something, she swears, that’s why she hasn’t moved yet — is that even the most even-tempered, mentally stable, never-even-heard-of-Arkham woman would probably consider killing the man who put her through that. It’d feel empowering, even.
But here’s the thing: Harley Quinn is smarter than most people think.
You don’t just forget all your training and your doctorates and your research just because you’ve spent several years on a murderous spree with your sadistic lover, you know?
So she knows she wasn’t a helpless damsel in mental distress being manipulated by the handsome criminal mastermind.
Oh, no.
She chose to get involved with him. She chose to give into the want and the danger. She chose to keep going back for more because somehow, in some dark and twisted corner of her reptilian brain, the little moments when they were good were so amazing — so perfect — that they made everything else worth it. She chose to pull a trigger and kill a good man for him.
And now she chooses not to kill a bad man.
For herself.
“And that’s fucking empowering, Jay.”
***
She goes to Poison Ivy’s lair because… well, because where the hell else is she supposed to go? She can’t walk up to Gotham General’s ER and ask for some stitches and painkillers unless she wants to be back in Arkham within the hour. She doesn’t have her own place.
But she has a friend. So here she is.
“Hey,” she says as soon as she walks into the greenhouse-slash-evil eco-terrorism lab, “door was open.”
No, it wasn’t. It’s just Harley knows the combination to get in. Didn’t steal it, either. Ivy volunteered it. Harley’s always kind of suspected there was some pity involved in that decision, but she’s not gonna be picky about the deep unspoken motives behind the actions of the single person in this God forsaken city that’s been consistently good to her.
The second Harley steps further into the room and the gentle warmth of the grow lamps hits her, she sees Ivy’s face change from her usual unreadable near-smirk to sheer horror, and she knows she must look even worse than she thought she did. She knows for a fact it’s not easy to shock Pamela Isley.
She gives Ivy a couple seconds to try and come up with something to say, but words seem to fail her, so Harley decides to just cut to the chase.
Heh. Cut .
“I broke up with him.”
There’s a sort of unspoken rule between them that says his name is forbidden when it’s just them.
“Did he do all that?” Harley swears she can see the exact moment Ivy’s worry makes room for something that looks almost like rage. “Did he do that to you?”
Harley shrugs and manages a wink even if the cuts on the bridge of her nose sting when she does. “Should’ve seen the other guy.”
The joke falls flat, as expected — Harley’s pretty sure some of Ivy’s ferns have more developed senses of humor than Ivy herself — but Ivy finally manages to stand up and get moving, which is good. Harley kinda needs a hand. And medical attention.
“I won’t know how bad those really are until I’ve cleaned them up.” Ivy says, already opening the cabinet where she keeps all her medical supplies.
It’s funny because Harley’s been here a million times, and she’s been patched up by Ivy just as many times before — not always because of Jay, sometimes it’s one of the batlings getting frisky — but she never realized until now that Poison Ivy doesn’t need medical supplies.
Ivy can heal herself. She can synthesize her own meds. She keeps that cabinet stocked just for Harley. That’s friendship, right there. Right?
With a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a box of gauze in the other, Ivy makes her way back to Harley. But instead of getting to work right away, she stops and looks up and down Harley’s body. And for the first time, Harley looks down, too. At the blood-soaked stretchy fabric of her costume, at the gashes everywhere with cuts underneath.
She’s a mess and a half, isn’t she?
“Let’s just—“ Ivy shakes her head and leaves the alcohol and gauze on the nearest flat surface. That won’t be enough to fix this. “Let’s just get you in the shower.”
The next minutes feel like she’s watching them from outside her body. Like she’s watching infamous eco-terrorist Poison Ivy, of all people, carefully peel off her costume and guide her into the shower stall through a television screen. Like it’s not really happening to her.
But it is. Happening.
So when Pamela Isley doesn’t even hesitate before walking into the stall right along with Harley? Harley feels that. She feels it when Ivy grabs the detachable shower head and turns on the water and tests it on her own skin, first, just to make sure it won’t be too hot or too rough on Harley’s. She feels the cool water washing over her skin, and the gentle touch of Ivy’s fingertips as they scrub at the dried blood, and she watches the water turn red as it swirls around her feet and down the drain.
And it’s a bit too much, you know?
This whole thing.
Almost killing the man she loves (still, even if she’s decided that’s not a good enough reason to stay with him), and breaking up with him for good, and the amazing contradiction that is a woman with poisonous skin touching Harley more gently than anyone ever has before.
It’s really no wonder she starts crying.
“This one will need stitches,” Pamela says, like she can’t hear Harley’s sobs or feel the way her body shakes. Because Harley’s already naked and bleeding and in pain, and Ivy pretending she doesn’t know she’s crying feels like being given a bit of her dignity back. And she fucking needs that right now. “Most aren’t too deep, though.”
Ivy keeps talking, narrating what she’s doing even if Harley knows for a fact she normally works in silence. But Ivy knows Harley needs it. So she talks about how the cuts on her face will probably leave some scars, and how the deep one by her bellybutton will need stitches, too. And when the water starts running clear because there’s no more blood to clean but Harley is still crying, Ivy starts all over again.
“This one,” she says, voice even and soothing in a way nothing has felt in years, “this one will need a couple stitches,” her fingertip gently taps the skin right next to the cut on Harley’s hip, and there’s something oddly heartwarming in the knowledge that that little tap would’ve killed anyone else in the world, but not Harley, “most aren’t too deep, though, Harl.”
***
She stays at Ivy’s for a couple nights at first, just because she has nowhere else to go. Then she stays for a week because you can’t really find a cute little one-bedroom rental in Gotham overnight when you’re in-between jobs as a psychotic murderess.
Doesn’t look great in applications, you know?
One week turns into two and then three and then suddenly it’s been three months and she’s pretty sure she’s living with Pam now. Which comes in handy, because she’s pretty sure she’s working with Pam now, too.
It’s funny because their criminal interests don’t seem to align at first sight. Harley mostly likes the chaos and the action, and Ivy just wants people to stop polluting the air. But they work well together. Ivy picks the targets and Harley the method, and it’s fun. It’s fun and it’s freeing and — listen, she knows she’s still killing people, okay? But it’s for a good reason, and she’s her own boss. It could be worse. She could’ve joined a pyramid scheme.
And living with Pam is nice. They get each other. They really do. Pam is hermetic, which makes Harley want to poke and prod and figure her out, but she respects Pam enough not to do it. And it goes both ways, too — in three months, Ivy hasn’t mentioned that first night even once.
It takes Harley three months, two weeks, and four days to realize why Pam always seems a bit surprised when Harley goes for a run or a walk or really any one-woman activity outside the lair and then comes back like she said she would.
It happens one night when Harley feels that familiar urge to blow off some steam by doing any kind of physical activity and leaves their home for a run around the park. As usual, when she comes back Ivy looks a little surprised. Like she was expecting her to not come back, for some reason. But then Harley notices something else. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it kind of detail. The smallest, subtlest kind of sigh.
Pam isn’t just surprised Harley’s back. She’s relieved .
And Harley knows why, of course. She knows Pam’s waiting for the other shoe to drop — for Harley to forget she’s better than the Harley from three months, two weeks, and four days ago and go back to him.
“Y’know, Pammy,” Harley says, walking over to sit on the very edge of Pam’s desk, “I really like it here.”
She could’ve said more. She could’ve acknowledged the mammoth in the lair and point-blank tell Pam she’s not going back to him. But for some reason, that feels like intruding, somehow. It feels like telling Pam she’s noticed the sigh and the relief. And she figures her best friend deserves the same kind of privacy she gave Harley that first night.
“I figured. You know, since you won’t leave.”
Pam’s kidding. As it turns out, she does have a sense of humor — it just happens to be a bit subtler than what Harley’s used to. Most things about Pam are subtler than what Harley’s used to.
“I couldn’t do that to ya. You’d miss me way too much if I left.”
“Feel free to test that theory. I could use some quiet around here.”
Harley grins. Something wide and genuine in a way her smiles haven’t been for years. Pam wants her around. She doesn’t want the quiet. She wants Harley in her space, making noise and turning straightforward plans into complicated (and often dangerous) adventures.
For a split second, a thought forms in her brain. Something — something she nearly manages to fully process, but not quite. Something about the reason why Pam wants her around. Why Harley doesn’t want to leave. Why she sometimes thinks about asking Ivy to touch her again, like that first night. For no reason.
But the thought is gone as quickly as it appeared.
“I’d break your heart, Pam-a-lamb.” Harley hops off the desk and winks at Ivy and doesn’t chase after the thought because she’s not feeling particularly adventurous tonight. “I’m a better friend than that.”
***
Six and a half weeks later, Harley realizes Ivy is in love with her.
She’d say she realizes she’s in love with Ivy, too, but she tries to be honest with herself and it’s more acknowledgment than realization at this point.
It doesn’t happen at the best of times. It could’ve happened at home, for one. That would’ve been convenient. Maybe even outside during a night walk or something. But no. Of course she has to have her big realization in the middle of breaking into a building that’s chock-full of guards ready to protect a CEO with appalling recycling habits.
(Or whatever he actually does. All she knows is it pisses Pam off, and that’s enough for Harley to be down with murder.)
It happens when they’re up on the roof, waiting for the guard on the top floor to finish his round so they can sneak in and do their thing. They’re hiding in the shadows, standing close together even though there’s plenty of room and it’s not cold at all. It just feels better to be close, that’s all.
“He’s gone,” Harley whispers as soon as he disappears into the elevator, “do your thing, Red.”
And so she does. Pam places her palm on the skylight they’ve been looking through, and a vine starts growing around her arm and toward the glass. It’s not the first time Harley’s seen Pam use the Green. Obviously. It’s not even the hundredth time. But for some reason, it looks particularly enthralling tonight.
“I love watching that,” she breathes out, even though she’s not sure why.
“Watching what?”
“That. You.” It’s only when she reaches over to place her fingertips against the growing vine that she realizes she’s never really touched Pam. She’s been touched by Pam, of course. She’s prone to needing medical attention. But she’s never touched Pam.
And it feels like kind of a waste. Since she’s immune to her poison and all.
So from the vine — which feels more alive than any plant she’s ever touched — Harley slides her fingertips down until she feels warm skin instead. And that’s when she sees it. Pam doesn’t move a single muscle — she doesn’t even look at her — but there’s suddenly a red rose blooming on the vine.
“Oh, Pammy .”
Harley can’t stop smiling. Who cares if they’re about to kill an eco-unfriendly asshole and there are a million things that could go wrong? Well, she cares. Ivy cares, she’s sure. But this feels much more important than murdering some rich guy right now.
“Red, I lo—“
And that’s when it happens. Listen, she’s never happy to see Bats. Never. But of all the moments when he could’ve showed up to surprise them before they can finish a job?
Right when she was about to confess her love to her best friend is about the worst possible time.
Maybe that’s why the whole thing doesn’t go as smoothly as it usually would. This happens at least twice a month, after all, so fighting Bats feels more like a dance than any sort of true fighting at this point. But she’s still rattled from the sheer enormity of what nearly happened, and when they’re about to escape Harley trips over her own feet and finds herself looking up at the big guy himself.
Ugh.
On the bright side, she knows Bats won’t risk letting her go to go after Ivy as well, so, you know. Small victories, right?
“Don’t make me wait too long, Red!” she calls out, just because she knows it’ll piss him off. Pam doesn’t need Harley to tell her to get her out of Arkham as soon as possible. And tonight Harley’s figured out why.
***
“Stop grinning like an idiot and come on !”
“Thirteen days,” Harley says, tone mockingly offended even as she pants and struggles to catch her breath. They’re home, finally. Even if they found the lair, which they never would anyway, the Green would keep them out. “What took you so long, Ives?”
Ivy rolls her eyes. Thirteen days is nearly two months less than the time it took them to get out the last time they were locked up together, so it’s no wonder she knows right away that Harley’s not serious at all.
“You know I like a solid plan. I’m not much for winging it.”
“Yes, you’re boring, Pammy. I know.”
Ivy scoffs and sits down on the couch in the middle of the room. Well -- she collapses onto it, really, if Harley’s being honest. A quick glance around their home, with every surface covered in plans and maps and more clutter than Ivy would ever allow, lets her know her best friend’s probably spent the last thirteen days and nights planning her rescue.
If Harley could sprout a vine or two right now and make a couple roses bloom, she would.
“Are you all right?” Ivy looks at her, tired eyes studying her from head to toe. “How was it?”
Harley shrugs. “It was Arkham.” They’re both familiar enough with the place. Sometimes the person in charge is more sadistic, sometimes they have a more gentle approach. Either way, it’s gonna suck. “They have a new therapist. She does color therapy.”
Pam lets out a quiet chuckle. “Color therapy, huh.”
“Mhmm.” Harley tilts her head. Pam looks like she’s balancing on the edge between being awake and asleep. Like if Harley just kept her mouth shut for a couple seconds she’d completely pass out. “Would show me colors and ask what they made me feel.”
Should she feel bad for continuing the conversation? Maybe. Pammy does look exhausted. It’s just Harley’s missed her for thirteen nights because of Bats, and before that for over four months because of her own obliviousness, and for years before because of reasons not worth thinking about.
So excuse her for feeling a bit greedy about their time together right now.
“Did it work?”
“Sure did, Pammy. I’m just here to pack up my shit and join the batgang.”
The sound that comes out of Ivy isn’t even a real chuckle. It’s a sort of hint that maybe under different circumstances she would’ve laughed, but right now the best she can do is a half-smile and a quasi-snicker.
Harley’s pretty sure she’s never loved her more.
“Don’t fall asleep yet, Red. We’re talkin’.”
“We’re always talking, Harls.”
“Not for the last thirteen days, we haven’t.”
“C’mere,” Ivy pats the empty space next to her on the couch, “what do you want to talk about?”
It’s not the first time she’s sat next to Ivy on a couch, so she knows her gesture was meant to encourage Harley to sit somewhere on the couch but keeping a respectful distance. Personal space, and all that.
Of course, that was before. That’d feel downright ridiculous now. So she sits right next to Ivy, feeling the warmth of her skin through the rough fabric of grey Arkham sweatpants.
“Wanna know what color they wanted to know about, Pammy?”
Harley decides the brighter green across the bridge of Ivy’s nose counts as a blush.
“Hmm…” even Pam’s hum sounds more alert than before, like she’s suddenly realized this isn’t just another rambling midnight conversation on the couch, “black?”
“For Bats? Nope.” Harley’s fingertips trace slow lines along Ivy’s fingers, across the back of her hand and towards her wrist. When she finally looks up, she realizes Ivy’s watching their hands, too. “Guess again.”
Ivy swallows and lets Harley wrap her fingers around a green wrist, moving Ivy’s hand to rest on Harley’s thigh.
“Blue?”
Harley giggles. “Blue,” she repeats, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to Ivy’s shoulder and smiling when it makes Ivy’s fingers flex and squeeze Harley’s thighs, “why would blue mean anything, Ive? Nothing’s blue.”
“Your eyes are blue.”
“Maybe they’ll ask you about blue, then,” Harley shifts closer, chin resting on the spot she just kissed, “what does blue mean to you, Ms. Isley?”
Ivy stays silent for a handful of seconds, thumb mindlessly brushing against the Arkham sweatpants Harley suddenly wishes she’d taken off before sitting down.
“Chaos.”
Harley rewards the teasing smirk on Ivy’s face with a kiss to her jaw. “But in a good way, right?”
“Hmm,” Ivy pretends to think, “sometimes.”
“ Most times.”
Ivy doesn’t argue. Harley has a feeling the true answer is always, anyway, so this is meeting halfway.
“I’m good for ya, Ive,” Harley says, shifting closer so she can tuck red hair behind Pam’s ear and kiss the spot right by her earlobe, “and you’re so good for me.”
“Harley--” It’s somewhere between a sigh and a breath but there’s an edge of something serious underneath. Something that makes her tense slightly with the fear of this becoming a whole conversation about things that make you sob in the shower or sigh with relief when someone gets home.
“Shh,” she whispers against Pam’s ear, “guess again.”
“ Harley .”
“Please, Pammy.”
A sigh.
“White.”
Harley shakes her head, letting her nose brush against Pam’s skin. She smells like freshly cut grass and jasmine and a field after the summer rain. When she takes in a deep breath, Ivy’s scent fills up her lungs and makes her wonder if she’ll ever be able to smell anything else.
She kinda hopes she won’t.
“You know I know you’re avoidin’ the obvious on purpose, yeah?”
Ivy turns her head and looks into Harley’s eyes for a second, and then two, and then she leans in and steals the air from Harley’s lungs.
Her lips taste like rosewater and something Harley can’t pinpoint. The kiss is slow and steady and demanding , increasingly deep in the kind of unrushed way that makes Harley feel almost surprised when she suddenly finds herself straddling her best friend’s lap.
Ivy kisses her like a woman who’s been waiting for so long the concept of time doesn’t mean anything anymore. Like the wait has been so long the reward should be, too.
“Ive--” Harley pants, struggling to catch her breath when there’s no room for air in her lungs anymore. Ivy’s lips are flushed red, kiss-swollen and parted to let out warm puffs of air. “Pammy, I--”
“Green,” Pam says, voice low and quiet and as soft as her hands slipping under that ugly Arkham shirt. Her fingertips trace the scar by Harley’s belly button -- that needed a couple stitches a lifetime ago -- and keep climbing up, up, up until they’re grazing the underside of her breasts. Harley can’t breathe, but what a way to go. “Did they ask about green?”
Harley shakes her head, teeth catching her bottom lip as Ivy’s hands cover her breasts.
“They didn’t ask about green .” Pam says, one eyebrow cocked in question as if the pressure of her hands isn’t making Harley’s back arch to push pebbled nipples against Ivy’s palms. “Should I be offended they didn’t make the connection?”
The sound Harley makes was supposed to be a giggle, but it turns into a moan halfway through and honestly she doesn’t really care.
“Pammy…”
There’s something building up inside her -- something big and warm in her chest, pushing against her lungs and her heart. She’d say it’s love, but it’s too solid for that. Love is chaotic. It knocks your life off-kilter and makes you feel like you’re walking on a tightrope towards someone but the slightest gush of wind could push you off. Love hurts but it’s worth the pain. Love isn’t like this, steady and warm and solid and relentlessly there . That’s not what love is like.
Right?
“What is it?” Ivy’s voice is as soft as the brush of her thumb against Harley’s nipple.
It’s like someone’s suddenly helped her off that tightrope and told her it was supposed to be a nice little path all along.
That it’s not supposed to be a lonely walk towards someone, either. Ivy’s already right here.
Harley opens her mouth to say it out loud -- to tell Ivy about this amazing discovery she’s just made -- but she changes her mind. Ivy knows, anyway.
“You still haven’t guessed the right color.”
Ivy smiles.
“You said it was the obvious. I already guessed the obvious.”
As amazing as everything feels right now, Harley’s never been the best at delayed gratification, so she finds herself pulling one of Pam’s hands down and out from under her shirt to bring it up to her lips instead.
“The other obvious, Ives,” Harley wraps her fingers around Ivy’s wrist, thumb pressing against the pulse point there as she watches Ivy’s pupils dilate with each fingertip Harley kisses, “the… metaphoric obvious.”
“The metapho--” Harley smirks when her lips wrap around Ivy’s middle finger and the breath catches in Ivy’s thoat “--rical obvious?”
“Mhmm,” her voice vibrates around Ivy’s finger before she lets it go with a wet ‘pop’, “c’mon, Pammy. Guess again.”
But Harley doesn’t think Ivy remembers her own name, let alone what they were talking about. Her fingers dig into the flesh of Harley’s breast and her eyes look so dark they may as well be black when Harley’s tongue licks a path up a second finger this time.
The only sounds she can hear are their labored breaths when she guides Pam’s hand down and under the waistband of her Arkham sweats, and then something halfway between a sigh and a moan when slick fingers slip between slicker lips.
Harley’s hands rest on Ivy’s shoulders, holding on for leverage as her hips begin a steady roll to the rhythm Ivy’s fingers set between her thighs.
“Keep going,” Ivy’s fingertips press up against her clit and Harley’s eyes flutter closed, hips rocking with more purpose than before, “don’t stop.”
Ivy leans forward, teeth gently nipping at the skin of Harley’s neck, and Harley swears if she didn’t know she was immune she’d think she’s under some kind of botanical spell. But no. No, this is just Ivy, as it turns out. Ivy finally thrusting two fingers inside her and making Harley move one of her hands to fist in soft, red hair.
She rides Ivy’s fingers with abandon, feeling Ivy’s tongue against her neck and Ivy’s hand on her breast and Ivy’s heartbeat somehow in her chest, and she’s amazed to realize she doesn’t feel like she could die for this. Like she could kill for this. Because she will never need to.
She feels like she could live for this, though.
Has she never been in love before?
“Red.” Ivy’s voice comes muffled against Harley’s neck just as she shifts her hand to press her thumb against a swollen clit.
“What.” Harley can’t even manage to make it a proper question. “Wh-- Fuck , Ives.”
“Is it red?” Ivy’s panting, struggling to push the sound out like she can’t quite decide whether she wants to speak or keep doing whatever black magic she’s doing to Harley’s neck.
“Harder,” Harley’s fist tightens in Ivy’s hair, “so close .”
She doesn’t know what does it. It could be the flick of Pam’s thumb against her clit, or the feeling of Pam’s nails against her breast, or the hickey Pam’s leaving on Harley’s neck. Whatever it is, it makes Harley come with Ivy’s name on her lips and her muscles clenching around Ivy’s fingers until she collapses against Ivy’s solid frame.
“We’re not done yet,” Harley mumbles, shuddering slightly when an aftershock of pleasure jolts up her spine, “don’t you dare fall asleep.”
She feels Pam’s chuckle against her neck even before she hears it.
“I’m not going anywhere, Harls.”
There’s a deep sigh, but this time it comes from Harley instead. “I know.” And she does. She knows .
“So. Was it red?”
“Mhmm,” Harley kisses Pam’s shoulder, “wanna know what red feels like, Pammy?”
She feels Ivy nod against her neck.
“Safe.”
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Titans - All Media Types, Teen Titans (Comics), New Teen Titans
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Koriand'r/Raven (DCU), Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor, Starfire/Raven
Characters: Koriand'r (DCU), Raven (DCU), Kara Zor-El, Lena Luthor
Additional Tags: One Shot, Femslash, Conservation, Alien Culture
Summary:
Home can be found in the petals of a flower, the kiss of a loved one, or on the horizon.
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2016 ~ Longest HP Femslash Fics
F/F tagged works sorted by Word Count on AO3*
As of 2023.2 (898 works)
*Only fics with a sapphic main pairing are included (listed by WC)
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1. Warrior Princess by megamatt09 [fem!Harry/Multi, E, 220k]
Lord Voldemort fell on Halloween night. The Girl-Who-Lived was going to be sent to her last remaining blood relatives. Turns out there were others who disagreed with Dumbledore’s plans.
*Crossover with DCU, Arrow, Justice League
2. Future Shocks by chrisdenvl [Hermione/Bellatrix, M, 179k]
Lord Voldemort had attacked the Muggle world... Moments before the nuclear bomb strikes, Hermione Granger uses a portkey. Little does she know that she'll be flung across not space, but time. Now, she can reverse it all. Or not?
3. Sailor Moon H: The order of the phoenix by @elephant-in-the-pride-parade [Aino Minako/Hino Rei, Others Ships, T, 147k]
Mamoru's star seed is not returned to Tokyo at the end of Sailor Stars, instead, he was send back to be reincarnated into late 20th century Wizarding Britain. now the scouts must enrol at Hogwarts to find him.
*Crossover with Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon
4. Not Quite Gods: Undertow by ANaTHEMaDEVIsed [Alex Danvers/Kara Danvers, E, 117k]
In the DC Universe, there is a planet populated by “witches” called Naltor. What if the ancient ancestors of the Charmed One's originated from that planet?
*Crossover with Supergirl, Charmed, Witches of East End, Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
5. The Magician's Assistant by RhinoMouse [Clarke Griffin/Lexa, T, 108k]
Clarke Griffin was not going to let the fight against pureblood prejudice her Father believed in die with him. No she was about to pull a true muggle magic trick that the wizarding world won't soon forget and like the best muggle magic the most interesting part is beneath the surface. Now you see it now you don't.
*Crossover with The 100
6. Sylvan Throne by chipperdyke [Hermione/OC, E, 90k]
Hermione and her friends begin training as Aurors a year after the defeat of Voldemort, and Hermione meets a woman who will change her life forever.
7. The Magic of Theatre by acautionarytale [Regina Mills/Emma Swan, M, 78k]
Muggle Studies Professor Emma Swan wants to put on a play at Hogwarts. Minerva McGonagall agrees to allow it only if Potions Master Regina Mills agrees to participate as well.
*Crossover with Once Upon a Time
8. Image of You by angelic1_hp [Hermione/Ginny, M, 73k]
The engagement party of Ron and Hermione is one that Ginny really didn't want to attend. Ginny has tried to lose herself in alcohol, sex and a relationship with a man she could never love until the one she really wants comes back into her life.
9. The Potion Master's Daughter by Annide [Luna/OC, T, 67k]
Severus Snape had a daughter several years ago. A year behind the famous Harry Potter, she'll navigate her years at Hogwarts, punctuated with all kinds of events, like the opening of the Chamber of Secrets, the Triwizard Tournament and Voldemort's return.
10. The Scale between Black and White by listen_to [Hermione/Pansy, M, 65k]
Except for the prologue this is set after DH, ignoring the epilogue. Slightly AU. In the aftermath of the battle of Hogwarts Hermione has to learn to distinguish between black, white and every shade of grey in between.
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But What Does That Mean?
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by RubyAndNanaAO3
Stephanie Brown has finally returned to Gotham and reunites with her best friend Cass. But when Cass says something unexpected it leaves Steph with only one question; What does that mean?
Words: 3412, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake
Relationships: Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent
Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Post-War Games (DCU), Femslash, Love Confessions, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Cassandra Cain is Batgirl, tim/kon if you squint, Comic: Batgirl (2000), Past Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake, Tim and Steph are chill exes, Bi Steph, lesbian Cass, gets just a little spicy at the end, just little
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JLU: The Lost Files #6 -- A Heart of Clay
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by unpeumacabre
Diana returns to Kaznia on routine diplomatic business, but she meets an old flame, and sparks fly again... Only to be interrupted by an emergency mission off-planet.
However, when she returns, she finds that her long absence has cooled Audrey towards her. Vicious words are exchanged, and Diana retreats to Themyscira, terribly hurt. Clark tries to offer comfort - but he has his own problems. He's been avoiding Bruce, tormented by a dream he had about hurting Bruce, while under Dr. Destiny's spell. Will either of them be able to find their happy ending, or is the course of true love destined to never truly run smooth?
Note: Written in screenplay format. This is part 6 of a series that will track the very, very, very slow-burn of Superbat's relationship throughout the years and the episodes of JLU. Ft.: everyone's favourite BAMF aunt. In this case, the B in BAMF should stand for bisexual.
Words: 7229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 6 of JLU: The Lost Files
Fandoms: Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), Justice League - All Media Types, DCU
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, M/M
Characters: Audrey (Justice League: Maid of Honor), Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne
Relationships: Audrey (Justice League: Maid of Honor)/Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: literally just my wishful fantasy, bc i never picked up on those sapphic undertones in maid of honor until i grew up, DIANA IS CANONICALLY BISEXUAL WOOHOO!!, Fluff and Angst, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, screenplay format, POV Outsider, Post-Divorce, Male-Female Friendship, Femslash
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NhC5UYV
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Three by One - fic rec: writerstealth (Supercorp)
In this Supercorp (Kara/Lena; Supergirl) femslash fanfiction recommendation, I have collected 3 excellent stories from writerstealth (now orphan_account on AO3) in the second installment of Three by One: 3 stories, 1 fandom, 1 ship, 1 of my favorite authors.
Notes:
I had recced two of the stories before and I had stared work on this post before the author’s AO3 account was deleted and the fics orphaned.
Dear writerstealth
I hope you are OK. Thank you for your wonderful work and thank you for leaving it behind when you left (orphaning your work on AO3 instead of deleting everything together with your account).
Three Supercorp stories - details after the cut
Beyond Compare: The one in which, after Cat left, Kara and Lena are building a life together
Firsts: The one that is a collection of firsts
The Notebook: The one in which Kara forgets her notebook at L-Corp
plus bonus content (other ships)
1) One of my favorite fic, in which, after Cat left, Kara and Lena are building a life together
Title: Beyond Compare [AO3]
Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU) AU-ish (a bit Alternate Universe)
Relationship: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (Supercorp / Karlena) (f/f)
9 Chapters, 10k words (completed)
Published: 2016
Rating: Mature
What started as a rebound relationship slowly grows into something much more important for Kara and Lena.
Kara and Cat were lovers and Kara is still hurting and a bit broken that Cat left (and left her). This is the story of Kara and Lena.
“It seems that perfection is attained not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing more to remove.”
I had not expected to use this quote from Antoine de Saint Exupéry to describe a Supercorp story, but here we are. I had never thought it would be possible to write such a full and complete love story with just ten thousand words. I cannot remember having read a story of this lengths before that felt like a full-length novel. And I am still amazed how perfectly writerstealth managed to achieve this.
There is no action, no retelling of episode plots, no side ships, just the story of Kara and Lena. There are not even any additional characters apart from Cat.
Neither Cat nor Lena is perfect, neither of them is evil. Both are imperfect people, both have faults, both are human. Beyond Compare also excels at showing that a relationship with Cat would have left lasting effect on Kara.
If you have never watched the show, or you are looking for your first fanfiction to read, this is probably not the right story to start. Once you have seen a bit of the show and read a few fics, I think you will be able to appreciate the brilliance of this beautifully written story. It made me cry and it made me smile.
2) The Supercorp fic that is a collection of firsts
Title: Firsts [AO3]
Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU) AU-ish (canon divergent)
Relationship: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (Supercorp / Karlena) (f/f)
14 Chapters, 18k words (completed)
Published: 2017
Rating: Explicit
A love story told as a chronicle of its firsts.
Kara’s and Lena’s life together told by a series of firsts: covering first sight, first date, first kiss, the first time Kara cried on Lena’s shoulder and many more.
This fic is a bit in the middle between a series of short stories with a common theme and continuous short novel. Another great story by one of my favorite authors.
3) The one in which Kara forgets her notebook at L-Corp
Title: The Notebook [AO3]
Setting: Supergirl TV 2015 (DCU)
Relationship: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor (Supercorp / Karlena) (f/f)
1 Chapter, 1k words (completed)
Published: 2016
Rating: Explicit
Kara leaves a notebook behind in Lena’s office after an interview.
This is a lovely and short fic in which Lena finds the notebook that Kara had forgotten in her office. When she can’t resist to open it, Lena finds not just notes but poems and much more.
The tumblr version (that is gone now) included a lovely drawing and a slightly different ending.
Bonus / other pairings:
Dear Lois, Fuck You, Love Cat
A lovely Lois Lane / Cat Grant fic told via letters.
With Love’s Light Wings
A long Kara Danvers/Cat Grant/Lena Luthor story that I haven’t read yet.
This Tiny, Unregarded Blue World
An Astra/Alex Danvers AU in which Astra is a fallen angel.
This is part of a series of femslash fanfic rec lists that I call Three by One
main blog @femslashhistorian | fic recs only @femslashhistorianficrecs
f/f fic recs | Korrasami | KiGo | DCU & Supergirl | MCU | PoI | Buffy | f/f history
#supercorp fic rec#supercorp fanfiction#supergirl femslash#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl fic rec#femslash fanfiction#femslash fic rec#dcu femslash#dcu all femslash#fanfiction recommendation#3by1 fic rec
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Bloom || Harley/Ivy
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Pamela Isley & Harleen Quinzel
Characters: Pamela Isley, Harleen Quinzel
Additional Tags: Femslash February, Femslash February 2020, Femslash, Hurt/Comfort, One Shot
Series: Part 2 of Femslash February 2020
Summary: Harley wants to try her hand at being a plant parent. Pamela helps. Feels are had. Warnings: implied Joker/Harley abuse. Light mention of needles in a medical context.
[ao3 link]
"Look what I got ya, Red!"
Harley climbed into the greenhouse through the window, as was her custom, even if she'd had a key for a while. Pamela figured it'd become a sort of tradition at this point and chose not to fight it.
"I stopped by that banker's place. Remember the banker I was telling you about? With the--"
"The jewelry collection?"
"Right!" Harley grinned, clearly delighted with Pamela's memory. "So I stopped by his place to... y'know. Get acquainted with it."
"And you got me...?" Pamela tried to steer Harley back to the topic at hand, but even she knew it was mostly a lost cause. Harley would meander for as long as she needed to, and she'd arrive at the actual message when she felt like it and not a second before that. That was tradition, too.
"Well, I wasn't gonna take anything on the first visit! I'm way smarter than that," Harley tapped her temple and winked at Pamela, "but when I was walkin' past this guy's office I saw this! And I knew it belonged with you."
Harley's triumphant smile contrasted sharply with what she held in her hands as if it was the shiniest trinket she could've possibly brought Pamela. Her face looked like she was hearing a rousing drum roll in her head. Her hands held... a clay pot with some dirt inside?
"I uh..." Pamela struggled to find the right words. She knew a little gratefulness could go a long way, but she was a bit too stunned to engage the polite area of her brain. She'd been friends with Harley for long enough that she was pretty sure she actually understood the beautiful mess that was the shorter woman's mind. But sometimes Harley still caught her completely off guard.
Bringing her a dirty pot as a present was one of those times.
"Thank you. For such a... well-crafted pot? Looks... sturdy."
"What?" Harley frowned, looking at Pamela like she'd grown a second head and then down at the pot as if she was worried she might have shown Pamela the wrong one by accident. "Oh! No, no, no, Red, look!" She took a couple steps forward, officially invading Pamela's personal space as she held the pot up so the taller woman could take a closer look. "See?" Harley pointed at a particular spot inside the pot. "There's someone in there!"
Green eyes narrowed as Pamela looked in, and the line of her jaw hardened when she saw what Harley was pointing to. A sad-looking, nearly dead little stick that had probably been a healthy green stem at some point, pitifully poking out of the dirt.
"Bastard," Pamela said simply, nearly spitting out the word as she gently took the clay pot from Harley. People let plants die as if they didn't matter at all. They weren't much better to animals, but at least most people were on board with seeing animal abuse as a crime. Plants, though? Nobody cared about plants. She figured it had a lot to do with them not crying out in pain. If they could feel their pain like she did...
She placed the pot on a nearby table, in a spot where it'd get all the sunlight it'd need. The plant looked more dead than alive at this point, but Pamela knew it was nothing she couldn't fix. She'd just breathe a bit of life into it, and--
"Hey, Pammy. Red? Hi. Remember me?" Harley flashed her a goofy smile that never failed to charm Pamela and take the edge off whatever was currently making her see red.
"Sorry. Got a little carried away, didn't I? Thank you for bringing it to me. Most people wouldn't even have noticed it."
Harley shrugged. There was something about the look on her face that made Pamela think if Harley was capable of blushing, she would've been doing just that. "Eh, no biggie. Greenery's kinda been on my mind lately, y'know? What with spendin' time here in the jungle with you."
She motioned around the greenhouse, which was of course full of the vegetation Pamela loved so much. Plants and flowers everywhere, claiming every inch of the space. Just the way Pamela liked it. Just the way it was meant to be.
"Still. Thank you, Harley."
"Aw, c'mon, stop it! Gonna give me a big head and mess up my balance."
Pamela let out a quiet chuckle at the mental imagery and focused on the plant - what was left of it, anyway - instead. She could fix its sad state in no time flat. She just had to touch it and--
"Uh... Pammy?"
"Yes, Harley," her tone was drier now. She was grateful, but her patience had a limit and Harley's constant interruptions were getting very close to it.
"Can I keep it?"
What?
Pamela turned around, forgetting the plant for now to stare at the shorter woman and try to make sense of whatever she was trying to say. "Can you keep what?"
"The plant!"
Green eyes blinked, slowly, just once. She would never fully understand Harley Quinn, would she?
Harley sighed, as if she couldn't believe she had to clarify what she meant because it was so obvious already. "Can it be my plant?"
"You want to... take it home with you?"
"No! No way!" Harley shook her head emphatically. "It'll live here, with you and its buddies. But I'll take care of it! It'll be my plant."
Pamela couldn't find the word to say exactly how Harley's request made her feel. It was... strangely charming. Endearing, almost. Something else.
"I'd be fine with that. You come over all the time anyway."
"YAY!" Harley bounced on her feet in a way that made Pamela fear a hug was incoming, but it ended up as a false alarm. "I'm gonna call it Cupcake."
"Cupcake", Pamela echoed, making no effort to hide just how ridiculous she found it.
"Right! Gonna be good to Pammy, ain't ya, Cupcake?" Harley ever-so-gently tapped the little dry stick, "Red, you can't do your green... thing with it, okay?"
"Come again?"
"Y'know, the thing! Where you'll make plants grow with magic."
"It's not magic, Harley, it's--"
"Oh, I know, I know," Harley said, waving her hand dismissively, "but you can't do it. Not to Cupcake, all right? Cupcake's my plant. I wanna take care of it myself."
Pamela hesitated for a moment. Ultimately, she figured there was no reason she couldn't let Harley give it a shot. She could always intervene if she absolutely had to.
"All right. Your plant. I promise."
***
"Ugh. Do I have to?"
Harley eyed the needle with a mixture of dread and disgust in her eyes. Pamela pointedly ignored the way Harley's bottom lip stuck out in a pitiful pout. Cute. But not cute enough to change her mind.
"Yes, you have to. It's for your own safety." Pamela filled up the syringe with a light green serum and tapped it with one of her fingertips to make sure there were no air bubbles within.
"But Pammy," Harley had a way of saying Pamela's name that made something tighten in a very peculiar way in Pamela's chest, "I'm immune to toxins. To yours, to Mistah J's... No need to get pokey with that thing, y'know? I'm fine!"
Pamela felt her jaw tense. It was an involuntary reaction, she swore. A sort of Pavlovian response to hearing his name coming from Harley.
"I've explained this, remember?" Pamela said, gently nudging Harley's elbow until she relented and held out her arm so Pamela could dab at a spot with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball, "it's not for my toxins, it's for my--"
"Pheromones. I know, I know," Harley rolled her eyes, "but hear me out: I trust ya, Red. All right? I know ya wouldn't do your mind-control love potion thing to me."
Pamela couldn't help but smile. "Not a potion, Harls," and she didn't bother explaining because the way Harley winked at her let her know she'd been joking all along, "but still. We're partners. Think of this as a... partnership contract. Something more solid than trust."
Harley took a moment to consider Pamela's words. There was a slight frown on her face, and then she opened her mouth to argue, but closed it again before any words came out. And then, finally, she made up her mind.
"All right, fine," she said with a dramatic sigh, looking away from her arm and the needle and focusing her gaze on her mallet that rested against a nearby chair instead, "do your thing, Red."
Pamela nodded once. Even if it'd been her idea all along, she hesitated for just a couple of seconds before injecting the serum into Harley's arm. She still thought it was the right thing to do. She hadn't lied when she told Harley it was a sort of contract. A partnership couldn't be equal when one of them had the means to control the other's mind, could it? And yet... maybe she hadn't told Harley the true reason she was receiving this shot.
"All done," Pamela said, placing a small band-aid over the barely-there spot where the needle had been.
"Really?" Harley looked from the band-aid to the discarded syringe and then into Pamela's eyes, amazement written all over her face.
"Wasn't so terrible, was it?"
"Barely even felt it. Ya got some skills, Red!" Harley grinned and hopped down from the table where she'd been sitting, immediately walking over to the small clay pot where her plant was struggling to recover.
"How's it looking?" Pamela asked as she disposed of the needle and tidied up the space around her.
"Sad," Harley said, her own tone as downcast as the little plant in the pot.
Pamela nodded. She knew the plant - Cupcake - wasn't doing great. She cared a great deal about that plant and its recovery. And at some point in the last couple of weeks, she'd had an epiphany and realized her concern wasn't just for the plant's well-being. No. She wanted the plant to thrive because she knew any other outcome would break Harley's heart.
And that. That was what kept her up at night thinking about the plant and its progress.
Which brought her back to the true reason she'd insisted on making Harley immune to her pheromones. It wasn't just about trust and an equal partnership, even if those were very real and logical points to make. What Pamela truly wanted, if she forced herself to be perfectly honest, was to know this was real. This... friendship they shared. She wanted to know without a shadow of a doubt that Harley's smiles were real. The way she looked at Pamela, the way she invaded Pamela's personal space, the way she wanted to spend seemingly all her time with Pamela. Pamela wanted to know it was all real.
"Pammy?" Harley's concerned voice made Pamela turn around to look at her, and the look in the blonde's face made something twist uncomfortably in Pamela's chest. "Is Cupcake gonna be all right?"
There was something deeply moving in seeing a woman with plenty of blood on her hands look like she was on the verge of tears over a dry little plant's well-being.
"Of course, Harl," Pamela walked over and looked into the pot, "you're doing great. It just needs some time."
And maybe the serum wasn't the only thing Pamela Isley hadn't been completely honest about. Because if she had truly honored her promise and stayed away from Cupcake - oh, that name - it would very much have been dead by now. But a little help wasn't a big deal. It counted as a white lie, right?
A green lie.
"Wait. Look. Red, look!" Harley pointed at the spot where Cupcake's stem met the dirt. And right there, if you squinted and looked very closely, you could almost see the tiniest hint of a new leaf pushing through. "Cupcake's alive!"
Harley grinned, bouncing on her feet for just a second before she turned around and threw her arms around Pamela's neck, pulling her into a tight hug that nearly threw the taller woman off-balance.
A real smile, and a real hug. Who cared about a little green lie or two?
***
"Ain't she a beauty?"
Harley proudly held up the brand new pot where Cupcake now lived and thrived. Harley had painted the clay pot herself, a mishmash of poorly drawn green vines and diamonds painted black and red. It toed the line between beauty and ugliness in a way that made Pamela think it may very well have been a work of art. It certainly made her feel things, didn't it?
"So Cupcake's a she?"
"Yep," Harley nodded confidently, placing Cupcake and its pot on the perfect spot where the sun hit just right, "one of us, Red. A survivor."
Harley wasn't looking at her, but Pamela didn't need to see her face to imagine the look in Harley's eyes. A survivor, indeed. And maybe that's why she let her guard down for just a moment, because she was too busy thinking about Harley and her life outside the safe haven of Pamela's greenhouse to fully engage the walls she always kept around herself.
Maybe that's why her hand moved without her permission, hovering right next to Harley's for a split second before Pamela came to her senses and put it back in her pocket, where it belonged. Not on - or in - Harley's hand.
"Hey, Red?" Something in the tone that echoed right under the surface of Harley's question let Pamela know she'd noticed exactly what had almost happened between them.
"Yes, Harl?"
Harley's pinky finger lightly brushed against the fabric of Pamela's shirt, right above the waistband of her pants.
Pamela's breath caught in her throat.
"What happens if I touch ya?"
"What do you mean?"
"If I touch ya. Skin to skin." Harley's voice sounded different all of a sudden. Just a little lower than normal. Her eyes looked slightly darker, too, when they looked up into Pamela's. "What happens then?"
"Nothing," Pamela said, pretending they were only talking about her toxins, "you're immune, Harl. Remember?"
Harley nodded. Pamela watched her worry at her bottom lip with her teeth. She watched her eyes roam down Pamela's body until they settled on the hand in her pocket. She watched Harley's own hand move towards Pamela's, fingers hesitating mid-air for a second before gently wrapping around Pamela's wrist.
"Can I?"
Now it was Pamela's turn to nod as she let Harley pull her hand out of her pocket and hold it in her own. Harley looked at it for a moment, almost as if she was seeing it for the very first time. As if they hadn't been partners in crime for so long now each other's hands should've been more than old news.
Harley started by tracing Pamela's fingers, and then the vines on the back of her hand. She followed the swirly lines with her own fingertips, across Pamela's hand and past her wrist, into the sensitive, soft skin of her forearm.
"Pammy?" It was barely above a whisper. Pamela couldn't remember the last time she'd breathed.
"Yeah, Harley?"
"What happens if someone else touches ya?"
Pamela smirked, even if her heartbeat was still very much all over the place. What would happen if someone else - anyone else - tried to do what Harley was doing right then?
"They die," Pamela said matter-of-factly, with maybe a hint of poorly hidden amusement in her voice. She wouldn't have been able to explain why the thought of someone dropping dead after touching her was funny, but it was.
And of course, Harley let out a quiet giggle that reminded Pamela of the fact that she didn't need to explain. Harley got it. Of course she did.
"And what if ya touch me, Red?" Harley's eyes found Pamela's again. "What then?"
Pamela could've said something. She could've said nothing would happen. But instead, she found herself reaching up to tuck a few flyaway hairs behind Harley's ear, letting her fingers brush against the soft skin of Harley's cheek on their way back down towards her neck. And then-
Then an obnoxious horn seemed to shatter the air between and around them, its festive fanfare making Harley drop Pamela's hand and take a step back.
"Shit," wide eyes looked around the room in search of a clock until they landed on the watch on her own wrist, "I forgot I told Puddin' I'd meet him ten minutes ago."
Pamela wanted to say something - do something - but she was rooted in place, her heart still struggling to recover from their moment and its abrupt end.
"I'll see ya soon, Pammy," Harley said, a twinge of sadness dimming her otherwise wide smile, "keep Cupcake company for me!"
***
"I don't wanna talk, Red. Don't make me talk."
Pamela pressed her lips together and took in the sight in front of her. The bruises, the dried tears, the scrapes, the spot of blood on a swollen lip. The cut right above Harley's right eyebrow, red and angry and still bleeding.
She looked until she couldn't do it anymore, and then she clenched her eyes shut and forced herself to breathe. She wanted to kill him. She wanted him dead more than she wanted anything else in the world. But she knew Harley needed her here, with her. Revenge would have to wait.
"Is she getting a flower?"
"What?"
Pamela opened her eyes and saw Harley looking at Cupcake in her homemade pot. The little plant kept growing, with a little help from Harley's well-intentioned care and a lot of help from Pamela and the Green. And yes - she had a little bud which looked about ready to bloom.
"Sit down, Harl," Pamela sighed, shaking her head, "let's take care of you first. Then we can look into the flower, all right?"
Harley didn't seem too convinced, but she hopped onto the nearby table anyway, one fingertip gently tapping the still closed bud as if she wanted to reassure the little plant that she was going to be all right.
Pamela gathered her first aid supplies and arranged them on the table next to Harley, focusing on the task at hand instead of the many slow and painful ways she wanted to end that bastard's life. Harley needed her here, now. And that's where she had to stay.
"Let me see that cut," she said, one hand gently cupping Harley's jaw to turn her face so the light would hit the small gash on her forehead. Pamela frowned at the sight.
"That bad, huh?" Harley tried to sound like she was teasing, but for once it fell flat. There was nothing funny about the situation, and even Harley Quinn could tell.
"The lip's not too bad," Pamela said, "but that cut's going to need at least a couple of stitches."
Harley winced in anticipation, and the thought of hurting her was enough to make something twist in Pamela's chest. She'd seen Harley get far worse injuries than these a million times before. She'd seen her laugh it all off like she was made of rubber and nothing could ever hurt her. But this was different. He'd done this.
"Hey," Pamela said, covering Harley's hand with her own and giving it a gentle squeeze, "I'm here. You're safe."
Harley just nodded and looked down at the plant on the table next to her. And in that moment, Pamela would've given anything to be able to breathe life into her, just like she did with that little plant. But that wasn't how things worked.
"Don't worry about the pain," Pamela said as she walked towards a nearby cabinet and started going through the vials it contained, "I'll give you a shot of the really good stuff. You won't feel a thing."
Light pink vial in hand, Pamela winked at Harley and hoped that'd be enough to lighten up the mood just a little bit.
It wasn't.
"Here," she said, opening the vial and offering it to her friend, "drink up. It'll stop hurting right away."
Harley took the vial from Pamela and studied it for a moment, holding it up in the light. But instead of drinking it, she placed it on the table next to the other medical supplies.
"Where'd ya get that, Pammy?"
Pamela's eyes narrowed slightly in confusion. "What do you mean? I didn't get it anywhere. I made it."
Slowly, Harley's gaze moved from the vial to Pamela's hand, and then up, up, up, until she was looking straight into green eyes.
"Ya made it?" Harley tapped a spot in the middle of Pamela's chest, and Pamela knew exactly what she meant. Did she make it in the lab, or did she make it?
Pamela nodded.
"Why'd ya give me that lil' bottle then?"
"What do y-"
"Ya don't give Bats and the others their poison in lil pink bottles, do ya, Red?"
Oh.
Pamela licked her lips, her eyes subconsciously glancing down at Harley's mouth.
"Right," Harley said, a smirk slowly appearing on her lips, "that's what I mean."
"You know your lip's hurt, right?"
"I'll live, Pammy."
So after a moment of pause - more to savor the moment than anything else - Pamela leaned in and kissed Harley, gently, letting the blonde set the pace until the anesthetic kicked in.
And once it did... well. By then they were both a little too distracted to think about stitches or injuries or anything that wasn't each other and their kiss. Harley's fingers slid into red hair, greedily pulling Pamela closer and closer until they were pressed flush against each other, and even that didn't feel like they were close enough. And then, just as Pamela's hand started its trek up Harley's thigh...
"Look!" It took Pamela a couple of seconds to focus blown pupils enough to see what Harley was excitedly pointing out, "Cupcake got her flower!"
"Good for her," Pamela said with a grin as she captured Harley's lips with her own once again. For once, a plant didn't seem like the most important thing in the world.
***
"I've left him."
Pamela looked up from her microscope and stared at the woman on the other side of the greenhouse. They'd been sharing one of their comfortable silences for the better part of an hour, and Pamela hadn't been expecting Harley to speak at all. Let alone to say... that.
"What?"
"I've left him, Red."
Pamela sighed as she stood up and walked closer to her friend. As much as she wanted to believe her, they'd been through this before. Harley got hurt, she left him, Pamela helped her heal, and then she inevitably went back to him. It was a destructive, toxic cycle Pamela had no idea how to break without losing Harley's friendship in the process.
"Harl..."
"No. I mean it. I've left him. For good." Harley held Pamela's gaze, and Pamela saw something in her eyes that she'd never seen before when talking about him. Something like... confidence. "I told him right before Bats got him."
Pamela narrowed her eyes just so. There was something in Harley's tone and demeanor that made her think Batman had had a bit of help from the inside when it came to getting that bastard this time.
"He's in Arkham?"
Harley nodded.
"And you...?"
"I wanna stay here, Pammy. With you."
Pamela stood where she was, unable to make up her mind. She wanted to believe what she was hearing. She wanted Harley. Hell, she loved Harley. She'd loved her for so long, in fact, that a part of her refused to believe this was real.
"No rush, Red," Harley reached for Pamela's hand and tugged lightly, encouraging her to come closer, "Bats said he's gonna be locked up for a real long time."
"And when he gets out?"
Harley shrugged. There was a hint of embarrassment in the way she smiled, like she knew Pamela had every reason to doubt things would truly be as easy as they seemed this time.
"I dunno. Maybe we'll be off in a tropical island by then."
Pamela chuckled. "A tropical island?"
"Wherever ya want," Harley said, and in the silence that followed Pamela could hear her own heartbeat telling her how real this whole thing truly was, "I love ya, Pammy. I really do."
Pamela's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she let the words wash over her. Harley loved her. Harley wanted to be with her. Harley--
"Have you been lyin' to me?"
"What?" Pamela opened her eyes to see Harley looking at Cupcake and the very nearly radiant flower she'd just sprouted. Crap.
"Have you been keepin' her alive all this time?"
Pamela kept her best poker face on, but she felt her cheeks warm up with guilt.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Harley."
The blonde tilted her head to one side, eyeing Pamela as if she was trying to read the truth in her eyes. And then, without saying a word, she leaned in and kissed her - soft and sweet, and keeping an eye on the plant next to them. And as if on cue, the second Harley deepened the kiss, a second flower bloomed next to the first.
"Oh, Pammy," she sighed, and Pamela didn't know if it was the tone of Harley's voice or the look in Harley's eye that was making her knees feel weak, "ya better buckle up, baby, because I'm about to turn this place into even more of a jungle."
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