seriousfic

Title: Dress Crossing
Fandom: Batman
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,896
Characters/Pairings: Harley/Ivy
Summary: Written for the DC Kink Meme. Harley likes to dress up as Batgirl. Ivy likes to defeat and ravish Batgirl. It’s nice when couples do things together.

( No! You vile villain! I am pure and chaste, like Bella Swan! You’ll have to ravish me! )

Title: Cutting off the petals so you can get to the thorns
Fandom: The Dark Knight
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,194
Timeline: Post-movie. Follows Too Good To Be True and features fanon from Everyone Breaks, although reading neither is necessary.
Characters/Pairings: galamb_borong asked for Joker/Harley/Ivy in the threesome meme. This is probably more Joker/Harley car-crashing into Harley/Ivy.
Summary: Breaking up is hard to do.

( The condo they shared was modest even by the Gotham housing market, but Pam’s plants and Harleen’s murals made it feel like a mansion. They were so different, their lives almost at cross-purposes. Pam was the exterior, her flora cresting the windows and transoms like curious children poking their heads out, while Harleen was the interior. In the closets and pantries where only mushrooms grew, her paintings glowed in the dark like the skeleton of their home. )

Title: The Pearl Anniversary
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Barbara/Harley/Ivy/Selina
Word Count: 1,105
Warning: Sex pollen shenanigans!
Summary: Written for the DCU femslash porn battle. Barbara/Harley/Ivy/Selina: old school rock. With the help of their latest mind-control subject, Batgirl, Harley and Ivy punish Selina for double-crossing them.

( It wasn’t nice double-crossing Harley and Ivy. They told me all about how naughty you were while they fucked me and fucked me and fucked me— )

Title: Her Finest Work
Fandom: Batman
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Harley/Ivy
Word Count: 465
Summary: What no one grasped was that plants lived a long time. Redwoods could live for hundreds of years. Next to them, a human lifespan was nothing at all.

( The roses were coming in nicely. They had grown from the soil with deep roots, down all the way to the coffinwood. And like barbed wire, like poison ivy they circled the headstone to let all know to keep their distance. It was well-tended, too. Pamela visited every day to water them, and talk to them, and sometimes just feel the texture of their vibrant bulbs and pretend it was a warm cheek, a belly, a wrist, an expanse of skin instead. )