An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is like 75% monologue, 25% character study. It’s based off an exchange I had during winter break, so it took some time to sort out my feelings and do them some semblance of justice.
(And if you get inspired after reading this and want recommendations for good sustainability organizations/ecological activism groups to support or get involved with, let me know and I’ll make a follow-up post detailing that!!!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I’M BAAAACK! Writing fluff and violence is going to help me get through the hell that is working in healthcare during the holiday season in the middle of this resurging pandemic.
I hope reading about these two disasters brings you a bit of cheer! Happy Holidays to all my wonderful readers:)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
We’re getting close to the end, so here is a slightly more mellow chapter that serves mostly to introduce Luisa, who deserved better than what happened to her in the Cycle of Life and Death canon.
And also a set up for some shenanigans in the next chapter....
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
HAPPY HALLOWEEN MONTH! Here’s a bit of bisexual fluff and bio-horror angst to kick off the festivities. Reminder - this is only a very tame taste of how messed up things are about to get for our intrepid heroines...
(I experimented a bit with shifting between viewpoints in a single chapter. Let me know whether or not it worked!)
I’m so sorry for going offline all these months. I think it’s the longest I’ve gone without updating and I wanted to let you know why.
I think I referred to it more subtly before, but the pandemic has affected the health of some of my loved ones, and I have been grieving losses I did not think I would have to face so soon. It’s been hard to find the spark I need to write hopeful endings to my stories when my own life has been hit with a sudden lack of closure in some of my closest relationships.
But things are getting better now, and I am thankful for all of you who are still following me, still waiting to read the story I still have so much left for. Y’all can expect the next chapter next Wednesday. I can’t wait to read your comments then!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s the first day of what I’ve been calling my “A Very Harlivy Holiday Event”. This chapter finally reveals what’s kept Ivy from coming home and into Harley’s waiting arms...
Hey when do you think you’ll have a new chapter up? There’s no pressure as I know writing takes time and everyone is busy with their personal lives. I can’t wait to find out what happens next! 🥰
Hi! I just saw your ask.
I plan on finishing this storyline by the end of this year, so starting on 12/15, I’m going to do 15 days of one-chapter updates to finish out the year strong! Think of it as a Very Harlivy Holiday special.
This will be far from the end of their adventures, though. I already have plans for a Book II with another 50 chapters. So stay tuned...
breakfast, sweet, and soft - for the harlivy drabble prompts!
Breakfast in a strange affair. Well, strange by their acquaintances’ standards, anyway.
Ivy is an early riser, the sort of person who will situate herself under the skylight the instant sunlight starts to filter through the glass. She’ll usually sit there with a book or a few papers on the latest advances in psychopharmacology or genetic manipulation. The snowstorm yesterday has covered most of the ceiling, though, and so that’s moot today morning. So it’s either eat people food or use the simulated natural lights that Harley so thoughtfully got her.
Ivy got out of bed, tucked the covers tighter around Harley and heads out to get a pot of tea started. She gets the water boiling and holds out her hand for a few nearby flowers to drop their petals into. Thanking them, Ivy brews a nice steaming cup and sits down with her latest read.
Two hours later, she hears Harley waking up.
Harley is not an early riser. If there is no heist to be executed or plans to be carried out, it’s usually closer to lunchtime than breakfast when she finally rolls out of bed. She will clatter around for a few minutes, brushing her teeth and fixing her hair a little. Then she’ll finally show up for breakfast.
The hunger hits Ivy just as Harley turns on the sink. She gets up and makes her way to the fruit trees tucked away in a nice warm corner. Winters aren’t good for most of her plants, but she makes do. She’s in the mood for oranges this morning and the tree is more than willing to oblige. Holding a fruit in each hand, she sits down at the table and begins to peel. The fresh smell of citrus hits her nose and she sighs. Fresh fruit was hard to source ethically in the dead of winter (transporting oranges from Florida to Gotham was an exercise in emissions), but that was one of the perks of her particular power set.
She hears Harley’s voice before she sees her, the blonde shouting “Good morning!” before launching into a stream of conversation. Ivy smiles and keeps eating.
“Oooh. I want a piece!” Warm arms circle her shoulders as Harley pops up at her side, mouth open like an expectant seal. Ivy smirked and put a piece on her tongue. The thank you was muffled by chewing. The instant she finished swallowing, Harley starts talking again, rattling through the cupboards and minifridge to find her own breakfast.
Ivy would never admit this out loud, but there are times when Harley reminds her of a white noise machine. All those rapid, excited words merge into one long stream of soothing reassurance that, after all these years, Ivy doesn’t have to be alone any longer. She’s never been very good at dealing with people, but Harley brings out the best in her – the human side of her.
Harley knows Ivy isn’t paying proper attention right now. But it’s nice to be able to chatter on and on and on and on and not worry about getting hit upside the head for it. She has a lot of ideas rattling around in her head and talking helps get some of them out. Right now, she’s ranting about ethics of NBC’s Hannibal. Clayface has a thing for the main actor (Harley’s isn’t sure whether it’s because of his acting chops, his looks, or both), and after learning exactly what Harley’s job used to be before the whole villain thing, he had been insisting that she join him in his latest rewatch. It hadn’t been hard to put him off for a while, but yesterday’s snowstorm meant that she didn’t really have anything to do last night. Or anyone (Harley was very proud of her girlfriend’s brilliant mind and long, long list of publications. She was less pleased when Ivy was working on some time-dependent cell cultures and was not around when she needed an excuse to get out of Clayface’s latest weird pop culture fixation. King Shark was a shameless enabler and no help at all).
“I’ve done my fair of somewhat unethical things,” That was an understatement. Listing them out would probably take an hour. Explaining them would take the better part of a day. “But there are limits.” She grumbled, pouring in the milk. The psych part of the psychodrama had hit a little too close to home for her.
She was still scowling when she picked up her spoon and took the first bite.
Harley and Ivy smiled at the same time. Harley, because there was nothing better than crunchy Loot Frips in chocolate milk. Ivy, because she knew that the first bite of cereal would make Harley smile.
They were pretty certain no other villain in Gotham started their day with sugary cereal in even more sugary chocolate milk. Though if the rest of the Rogues could see what passed for Harley’s breakfast, they might have been less puzzled by her behavior. That much sweet stuff could probably power a small engine. Or a hyperactive Harley Quinn.
Ivy scooted her chair closer to Harley’s, close enough to touch. She felt her chest warm when her girlfriend’s smile somehow got even bigger. Her heart grew even warmer when she turned that word over in her head. Girlfriend. Getting rid of the space in between made all the difference.
Ivy could go without the sun for a day or two if it meant getting to bask in the light of her girlfriend’s smile.
“What’re you grinning about, Red?” Harley asked, her voice muffled around a mouthful of cereal. “Read somethin’ interestin’?”
“I don’t need to read an article to know that seeing you increases the amplitudes of the late positive potentials in my VTA.“ Ivy quipped. It was probably the dorkiest line in the history of flirting.
Harley didn’t miss a beat. “Aww, you’re my nitroglycerin.” She pressed a hand to her heart in an affected swoon.
There were many perks to having a girlfriend as smart as you. Number three was flirting badly through biology.
“Speaking of nitroglycerin…” Harley began in that tone Ivy knew all too well. She cut Harley off with a kiss. It was gentle and affectionate. Ivy could taste the powdered sugar on Harley’s soft lips.
“Hey, Harls?” She began, resting her forehead against Harley’s when they broke apart.
“Yeah?”
“Can we just enjoy today? No blowing stuff up or planning bank robberies.” She gestured to the white outside. “I think the universe is telling us to take a day off.”
“Since when do you subscribe to theories of divine intervention?”
“Since five seconds ago.”
“Hmm.” She pretended to consider Ivy’s offer, tapping one pale finger against her chin dramatically. “What else should I do if I can’t plan explosive B&Es?”
“I have some ideas.” Ivy told her, smiling as she pulled Harley in for another kiss.
Ten minutes later…
Ivy and Harley were curled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets, eyes glued to the screen of their stolen TV, arms wrapped around each other. They’d nicked the hard drive with the movies on it from King Shark, and Ivy had put a giant mass of thorny vines around the bedroom door to keep them from being disturbed. Occasionally, one of them would lean over to readjust the blankets or give the other a soft kiss.
Prompt: Send me three words or a phrase and I’ll write a harlivy drabble based on it.
Since the big fic has gone heavy into plot recently, and I know a lot of you are probably following me for romantic harlivy fluff, I thought I’d try this to tide you all over:) I’ll start posting them on 10/01.
stormborns
2087
titsay
amandla
pixelskylines
andulkaphoto