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aclownslove-blog · 6 years

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Surprise

Hey guys. So, I know it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted a one-shot. I’m so terribly sorry. The last few months have been interesting and emotional for me, and I may not be as active come this summer because I’m getting a job before I go off to college. I’m going to try and post as much as I can until then. And so, as a semi-late celebration of 250 followers, a whole quarter of a way to 1,000, here’s a fluff one-shot that hopefully won’t turn out shit. Thank you guys for your continuous support. It means a lot you guys still read and reblog/like my one-shots everyday. It makes me happy.. Anyways, Enjoy! - A

Thursday, September 9th.

“Shit,” Harleen mumbled to herself as she dropped the keys to her apartment to the floor. Once again, she’s proved to herself how unfocused she is. She can’t help it, though. Her patient has managed to manipulate her under his will and now he’s escaped thanks to her. She has to live knowing she helped one of the most notorious super-villains has escaped Arkham once again, and has plans for her.

Quickly grabbing her keys, she focuses and manages to unlock the room and enter swiftly, shutting the door behind her without thinking. She locks the door and even pushes a chair underneath the knob for precaution. As for the rest of her apartment, she locks the windows and closes the blinds. But no matter how safe she may have felt locking and closing everything, something still felt wrong.

She stayed still for a moment, and took a few seconds to listen and watch out for anything in particular. And, she did. A creak from a door nearby, most likely her closet. Aware of someone being present, Harleen grabs a bat nearby and holds it, hands still shaky from finding out the news earlier this morning.

Slowly, cautiously and very safely approach her room. She snuck up next to the door way and in a swift motion jumps to the doorway, startling both herself and the person who showed themselves. Green hair, cold blue eyes and a shirtless torso with an elongated purple, crocodile leather jacket. There’s only one person she knew that had a lot of tattoo’s on his torso and skin was paler than the moon...

She threw her bat down at the sight, given it wasn’t much help since he was holding a gun up at her. “Geez... Nice seeing you too, Doctor...” he says sardonically. He lowers his gun and instinctively, she runs and wraps her arms around his neck, bringing him into a warm, welcoming embrace.

As much as she didn’t like to admit it, she missed him. She hadn’t seen him in days and now, here he was, presenting himself to her. She also didn’t like the fact she was admitting to herself she’d fallen in love with a psychopathic criminal. Stockholm’s syndrome those at Arkham would call her situation, but there was more to the story than manipulation. She had voluntarily opened herself up to him, and he did, too. Even if it was a whole lie, he still knew what he was getting himself into and the thought of him willing to put his reputation and life at risk made her happy and warm.

Surprised by the action, Joker’s arms remain frozen just above her back until he had enough and gently pushed her away. “Where have you been?” Harleen asked, genuinely curious as she’d been worried for his safety during the entirity of the two days he’s been gone.

“Handling business, darling. Paid some people a visit... some less pleasant than others...” his grin was malicious and he smiled from ear to ear. Harleen’s somewhat porcelain cheeks turned to a faint, rose pink; a color Joker enjoyed on her skin and wouldn’t mind seeing it somewhere else...

“Not that it’s a surprise, but... how did you find where I lived?”

He shrugged, disappointed she didn’t figure out he had men in the city. Anywhere, and everywhere. She was constantly being watched and followed someway, somehow... “I have men in every place, Harls... You know this,” he brought a thumb to her cheek and gently caresses her cheek before pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Of course she knew this, she just figured he’d find some hacker to find out her social security number, address, phone number and everything else that was meant to be for her eyes only.

“I got you a surprise,” Harleen spoke up, remembering the things she’d bought for him a few weeks into their developing relationship. She never got to show him, so she thought perhaps now would be the perfect time.

Joker raised an eyebrow, curious but silently telling her to elaborate. Harleen raised a finger and told him to leave the room. He hated being told what to do, but in a moment like this, he couldn’t pass it up. He walks out and she shuts the door before going through her closet and finding the cotton material of a shirt dress. It was a coral pink, she stripped herself of everything excluding her underwear and slipped the comfortable dress over her. Once that was on, she put on a garter belt and then stockings, attaching the garter belt to the stockings.

Harleen took a moment to fixate her curly, long hair in a way that made her appear more sexier. She looked and felt sexy, but in the back of her mind, she wanted something different other than sex. She needed a break and he needed it from him.

She slowly opened the door and leaned against the doorway, staring as his back was turned and awaiting his reaction. When he turned around, he didn’t know what to expect. But, what he saw was beyond his expectations. He observed how lose the shirt dress fell over her body, the way her hardened nipples were prominent as well as her thighs with the garter belt and stockings. The sight of her was arousing, but her face seemed to have different intentions tonight.

Tonight, she just needed someone to hold onto and physically assure her she wasn’t alone. Joker saw that beneath her eyes and to her soul. And maybe, just maybe, he needed that too. Joker was serious all the time, he rarely took moments out of his day to relax, let alone lose himself in a female. Er, well... anyone, really.

Neither of them had to say a word, he took off the long purple jacket and threw it to the floor as well as the somewhat restraining pants, leaving him in his Batman underwear. How ironic, Harleen thought. She chuckled, but didn’t waste much time as she crawled in her bed, above her sheets and he followed. Joker sat up and allowed her to crawl under his arm that snaked around her shoulders and to her lower back, where his hand now rested. Her head laid next to her arm-pit, her hands rested over his tatted chest.

This feeling brought strange feelings in the pit of Joker’s stomach, something he never felt before. It was uncomfortable. It felt good in a sense, but... uncomfortable for his taste. And for the rest of the night, they changed many positions until they both fell asleep peacefully.

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knit-wear-it · 4 years

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Drunk Tank

Mood: (Harley x Ledger!Joker) Harley sees the Joker drunk for the first time. A little window into their relationship after the initial high of getting together has passed, and they’re still settling into living together. This period of time is probably the sweet spot for prompts, btw.

Rating: Domestic 💯

Prompt: From Anon, Harley & J get drunk together or one of them reacts to the other getting drunk.

Drunk Tank, a Harlequin-Tumblr-Exclusive

It was mid-October, just a week after Harley and the Joker’s tussle with the Odessa gang, which of course, ended with Harley murdering their leader Boris Kosov via a brick to the skull. What was she supposed to do, let him live?

Black Canary arrived shortly thereafter, and now Harley was sporting three broken fingers on her right hand as a result of the fight that followed. They were taped up and splinted, rendering her remarkably useless. You couldn’t shoot with broken fingers, let alone be effective with a knife or any other kind of weapon. It was a frustrating injury, and made her feel like a liability, her hand tucked in her coat as she stood to the side while the Joker did the busy work.

Being useless was not something Harley Quinn was well-equipped to deal with, making her feel sulky and even a little depressed.

She and the Joker were almost two months into their experiment in togetherness, and Harley was still riding the wave of certainty and freedom that came with giving in to whatever this thing was between them. She couldn’t define it; she just knew it was there, vibrating at some higher frequency, and making her feel invincible.

Invincible until her own physicality got in the way, it seemed.

They were hardly a ‘talking about their feelings’ couple, but Harley sensed he was annoyed with her moodiness over being injured. He didn’t taunt her about it, which Harley interpreted as a choice to not make her feel worse, a genuinely surprising development. Obviously, there was no sympathy, and no attempt to cheer her up. He just wasn’t making it worse.

Over the last few days, she’d taken to hibernating, and he’d been out with increasing frequency. Maybe avoiding her. Maybe he just wanted to be out. Harley wasn’t sure what to make of it.

She knew the Joker better than anyone, and for the most part she could read him like an open book. Especially when things were good — the giddiness of companionship, the thrill of something new and head-spinningly good elevating everything. But they were only human, and things couldn’t always be good. They definitely couldn’t always be new.

That night J was out with Marty, leaving Harley at the safe house to sulk over her broken fingers and indulge in moody thoughts about the Joker losing interest in her. She didn’t really believe it would be that simple, but she was depressed, and it was morbidly satisfying to go to the darker corners of her mind.

It was edging up to 3 AM, and she was in bed watching reruns of Made in the Diamond District on an old laptop missing most of its keys. Ivania Dumas had just thrown a shoe at Bobby Kennedy’s head when Harley heard the loud creak of the window in the living room opening. Her head snapped up at the CRASH that followed, prompting her to jump out of bed and grab the handgun tucked in a holster slung over the headboard.

Harley sidled up to the bedroom door, flicking the safety off her piece and pressing her back against the wall.

Then there was a gruff sing-songy grumbling out in the living room, making her eyes widen as she realized this was no unlucky burglar.

She stepped out of the bedroom and slapped the light on at the wall, a pair of sconces blinking on, dimly illuminating the cramped kitchen and living room area.

The Joker was sitting on the floor beneath the narrow, horizontal window, having apparently rolled through it and fallen to the floor. His legs were splayed out in front of him, his green-stained hair flopping over his forehead, his warpaint mostly wiped away apart from some black clinging to his eyelashes and red staining his lips.

He blinked rapidly under the lights, squinting up at Harley as she drew closer, her brow furrowed, confused.

“Wait-wait,” he slurred, smirking as he stretched both arms up toward her, swaying. “Don’t shoot, officer. I’m uh… I’m innocent.”

He giggled shrilly and Harley’s eyes widened even further as she realized what she was seeing.

“Are you… drunk?” she demanded, incredulous.

The Joker swayed forward, squeezing his eyes shut as he giggled to himself.

Harley set the gun aside on the kitchen counter, unsure how to react. She’d never seen him drunk before, and she’d never been drunk in his presence either. There just wasn’t time for it. Sure, neither of them would turn down a drink, especially after some especially chaotic work, but it was crucial to be present when you were wanted terrorists constantly on the run from the Batman.

“So, I guess you and Marty had some fun?” she asked tentatively, undeniably curious about this development.

“Mmm,” the Joker nodded sluggishly and shrugged out of his coat, leaving it in a puddle on the floor behind him.

Harley watched him try to push himself up twice only to fall on his ass both times. On his third attempt she stepped forward and grabbed him by the elbow, hauling him to his feet.

The Joker promptly lost his balance and staggered forward into Harley. She caught him by the lapels, but he forced her backward, his hands closed around her waist, fisting into her oversized tee shirt. Harley’s back hit the counter separating the tiny kitchen from the living room, her spine striking the edge, sending a fissure of irritation rolling through her.

“Hey!” she yelped, punching him on the arm with her good hand.

But the Joker just chuckled slyly and proceeded to tug her tee shirt up to reveal the black bikini-briefs she wore beneath. Then he swayed backwards, squinting down at them.

“Dawwwwww,” he cooed, sounding disappointed. “You’re wearing… panties.”

Before Harley could respond, his attention had already shifted. He dropped her shirt in favour of sliding both gloved hands into her hair, which was already greasy and wavy. He rocked back on his heels unsteadily as he flexed his fingers against her scalp, zhuzing her hair to make it big and fluffy before he released her to get a look at his work.

“Mmm,” he blinked at her sleepily, and tucked one messy lock of hair behind her ear.

“Wow,” Harley laughed, not knowing how else to respond to this bizarre behaviour.

“Ya know, there was a girl tonight,” the Joker smoothed her hair back from her face, his gloves snagging a few honey blonde strands, as ungentle as ever.

“A girl?” Harley’s eyebrows rose curiously.

“Mm,” he nodded and flapped one hand carelessly. “My uh… animal magnetism is impossible to ignore.”

“Did she tell you that?” Harley fought back a smile.

“Oohhhh,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “It was uh, pretty obvious when she climbed into my lap.”

“Really?” Harley pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “Did she realize who you are?”

“Psshhht,” the Joker hissed through his teeth, which might have meant he had no idea and didn’t care. “But I said… sorry sweetheart,” he slapped a hand over his heart dramatically. “I’m taken.”

“That’s good to hear,” Harley deadpanned, smirking.

“And she said, awwww, is she gonna get jealous.” His eyes grew heavy as he dramatized the retelling. “And I said, kitty-cat my girl don’t do jealous.”

Harley snorted, amused. But he wasn’t done yet.

“And she went, I bet I can make her jealous.” He threaded his fingers into Harley’s hair again, piling it up on top of her head this time. “And I said, honey, you don’t know my girl. She...” He growled quietly, his eyes suddenly intense as they trailed over Harley’s face, making her heart leap. “She’s a real pistol…”

He tipped forward suddenly, ostensibly going in for a kiss, but his nose crashed into Harley’s cheek, his fingers in her hair pulling at her scalp.

“Alright, Casanova,” Harley pushed on his chest and he swayed backward, his hands falling out of her hair. “Are you hungry?”

“Mmmmmmm,” he seemed to confirm with one big lazy nod. Then he yanked her shirt up to get a look at her panties again.

“Hungry for food,” Harley clarified, grinning openly as she pushed him away.

He staggered back, struggling out of his blazer while Harley circled into the kitchen to dig out left-over Caribbean food from the fridge. As she threw it into the microwave, the Joker stumbled into the bedroom, making Harley laugh softly as she listened to him crash into things trying to get undressed. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it, except that with his already-microscopic inhibitions lowered, some exceptionally fond feelings for her were floating to the surface of a brain usually concerned with more practical matters.

Harley examined her splinted fingers, the anxiety that she was annoying him with her ‘moodiness’ dissipating. Maybe he had been annoyed, but if this… affection for her was what was beneath that…

Harley sighed, trying not to beam stupidly as she grabbed the food out of the microwave.

She stepped into the bedroom to find the Joker had divested himself of his clothes, and was sprawled out on the bed naked, attempting to light a poorly rolled cigarette with a disposable lighter.

“That’s dignified,” Harley drawled, handing him the box of take out, distracting him from the cigarette, which he promptly threw across the room in favour of the food.

Harley smiled and shook her head, circling to her side of the bed. She slid into the same position she’d been in before her partner staggered home drunk, demanding her attention. Feeling outrageously content, she tapped on the laptop to the episode playing, thinking that even shit-faced, the Joker was still an agent of chaos.

Just a far less threatening variety of it.

Fin

A/N: For the record, the Joker was totally out drinking with Marty to avoid Harley sulking over her broken fingers, haha. This is a perfect little look at their relationship before this weekend’s new chapter of the Pantomime.

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a-weird-amount-of-ships · 7 years

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Clean (Mad Love) [Joker and Harley]

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The first heist was always hard with the Joker’s goons. But he had never thought it would hit Harley so hard. They came home from the heist and she immediately excused herself, mumbling under her breath and rushing to the bathroom. At least an hour had gone by and the green haired man assumed his spunky gal pal had taken a shower and gone to bed, that was until one of his goons came in.

“S-sir I don’t mean to bother but I think Harley is having a nervous breakdown” he mumbled causing one green eyebrow to raise. “She’s in the sitting in the shower shaking….”

The joker pushed from his chair and shoved past his goon as he determinedly walked towards the bathroom. The door handle turned slowly and he slowly stepped in and he looked down at the mess of girl. He could practically see what was going through her head. The events from this evening could not have messed her up this much could they?

In fact, they could. Harley’s first night had an experience something like this.

“Kill him Harley. Make daddy proud and kill him. You can do that, can’t you poo?” He said in the ear of the porcelain skinned, blonde woman. Shakily, she pulled a gun out and pointed it at him her hand trembling. She felt a strong chest behind her and a hand slowly traveling down her arm and wrapping around hers. “Calm. Slow your heart rate. Breath. Breath,” he whispered in her ear steadying her “but, this will not be how you kill him.” He pulled the gun from her soft hand and replaced it with a knife. Her eyes widened and she looked over at the green haired man. “I want to see you pull his heart from his chest Harley. You would do that right? For me?”

Of course she would. Harley would do anything for the clown prince of crime. She would rip her own heart out if that’s what she wanted. But he didn’t want her heart, he wanted this poor tied up extremely frightened man’s. So, of course, she walked over to him to cut his heart out, a smile plastered on her face– and she did just that.

Harley sat in the bathtub as the water from the shower head, seemingly high high above above her, rained down on her. She watched the blood rinse off her skin and out of her hair, run down the length of the tub and circle before going down the drain. Her arms wrapped around her knees holding them close to her naked body, she trembled and cried silently for a while before becoming completely blank faced and still. She was traumatized, plagued by the sound of a mans screams as she plunged a heavily aerated extremely sharp knife into his chest.

The door knob turned and slowly the door opened. She heard someone step in and stand there looking at her. She so desperately wanted to see who it was but she couldn’t. She couldn’t force herself to move. She couldn’t make her head to turn to look up at the mystery man. But he was a mystery only for a few seconds. There was a rustle of clothing before she saw a purple suit jacket being hung on a hook in front of her. Harley could here everything, his shoes being kicked off haphazardly, his shirt and pants falling to the ground. She heard a small sigh as he pulled down his boxers.

The Joker’s exasperated sigh wasn’t ‘I can’t believe I have to do this’ or 'she can’t handle this job’ or even 'she’s a mess. I can’t believe I chose her.’ Instead the sigh was 'This poor girl’ or something along those lines. He stepped behind Harley in the shower and bent down, lifting her up. He held her up supporting almost all of her wait. Slowly, he pulled the hair ties from her blood soaked hair. He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and put it into his hands, he slowly lathered it into her gorgeous blonde hair. “Daddy’s proud of you Harley Girl. You did exactly as I wanted.” He whispered in her ear as he washed her hair. He slowly picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist as he turned, she laid her head on his shoulder. The joker sighed again and stepped forward washing the soap from her hair. He kissed her jaw softly and she smiled softly. He conditioned her hair and washed off her body gently while muttering calming and sweet things under his breath to her.

The pale man stepped out of the shower holding the broken blond girl around him. He wrapped a towel around his waist after he wrapped one around her bust. He picked Harley up bridal style and carried to her bedroom. With a sigh she was dressed and tucked into bed. The Joker placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and he pushed her hair from her face “I love you Harley Girl.” He whispered before leaving the room and turning off the light.

#Harley Quinn #Harleen Quinzel #Joker #The Joker #Mad love #Fanfiction #Jarley #joker and harley #Jack Napier #fluff #Jarley Fluff

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batsy-batsy-batsy-blog1 · 7 years

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Stormy Weather [The Joker x Harley Quinn]

Summary: Just a quick, fluffy one-shot because I’m bored. It’s a stormy night in Gotham. Author’s note: As always this takes place in the dceu, as in Jared Leto’s Joker, and Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn

“What do ya think you’re doin’?”

“What does it look like Harley? I'm getting dressed, you should be too."

"Did ya not see the weather outside? It's a storm, no point in going out tonight."

The Joker sighed tossing the metallic jacket he was about to put on, on the bed. He ran his hands through his silky green hair. Harley carefully stepped in front of him and began to gently unbutton his berry coloured shirt with delicate fingers, nimbly weaving their way down the shirt. He leaned down to her and began kissing along her jawline.

"Since we have nothing else to do tonight..." He purred in her ear, running his hands from his waist down other hips. Harley bit her lip adorably, slightly pulling away.

"Just because you can't go out tonight, doesn't mean I can't..." She trailed off, a twinkle of mystery in her eyes as she left him standing alone in their bedroom. He smirked, if it was a game she wanted, then that’s exactly what she was going to get.

"If you think I'm going to let you go out in a storm you must be more insane than I am." He was on her toes as he reached out and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back to him. He placed lips along her neck, trailing down to her collarbone, prominent under her frilly night dress.

"Besides what could be more tempting to do other than this?" He turned her to face him and captured her lips in his, he felt her melting against his touch. Her hands found their way from around his neck down to his waist. With that, he picked her up, while her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Let's make the most of this storm, Puddin."

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tommydarlings · 3 years

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Summary: Love isn't temporary honey, but it can be made unforgettable.

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All the good girl go to Hell | ☁ ☯ ♡

Summary: y/n has always been a quiet and shy girl. She was a typical good girl. And that's exactly what Tom Holland aka. the most feared man in the world want. A good girl, but will that work?

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caught | ☁ ✰ [0.5k]

Summary: y/n stark is dating the little dorky boy called Peter Parker behind her Fathers back.

first time | ♡ [1.3k]

Summary: Peter parker and y/n want to take their Relationship to the next level.

Help me, the babies went insane | ☁ [0.6k]

Summary: y/n got elemental powers and her lil babies that she has with peter got some too... what happens when peter is home alone with the toddlers?

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I just wanted to be like you | ☯ [0.3k]

Summary: You just wanted to be like your father, well, not every Story got a happy ending.

The third broken Heart | ☯ [0.4k]

Summary: My heart got already broken two times, but Peter would never break it a third time, right?

Too much love to handle | ♡ ☁ [0.3k]

Summary: Peter is edging you until you can't take it anymore, until you cry. You think that everything was perfect, just a little bit too much... But how will Peter react when he is seeing that he made you cry?

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Don´t fucking touch her | ☯ ☁ [0.5k]

Summary: y/n´s worst nightmare comes true, but fortunately a young and attractive boy is here to save her.

Hold my hand ( or my throat ) | ☁ [0.4k]

Summary: y/n is Arvin´s girlfriend and y/n has a little secret that Arvin should never discover.

good girl gone bad | ♡ ☯ ☁️ ✰ [0.9k]

Summary: The innocent girl. That's what you are, but are you still so innocent when your boyfriend is Arvin Russel?

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I need you | ☯ ☁ [0.2k]

Summary: Arvin´s and y/n´s love is just stronger than anything else.

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satellitesunset · 2 years

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Fanfiction Project: The Results (part 1)

a bit late, but is anyone really keeping track? anyways, beloved folks, without any further duo, here are the results part 1 because this got too long:

out of 57 participants:

all (100%) of them said they use ao3

with 52 (91.4%) stating they have an account and 5 (8.6%) saying they don’t.

53 (91.3%) use tumblr

39 (67.2%) use fanfiction.net

3 (5.1%) use wattpad

1 (1.7%) said they don't use any other site

preferred rating

33 (56.9%) have no preference

12 (20.7%) go for M (16+) rating

7 (12.1%) enjoy E (18+) rating

5 (8.6%) prefer PG/T (13+) rating

Ships (sort of)

(ranked by how much of the participants read fanfics for them)

(red for m/m. purple for w/w. green for f/m. pink for other.)

Klaine (35 participants - 60.3%)

Polyamory ships (24 participants - 41.3%)

Kurtbastian / Faberry (23 participants - 39.7%)

Rare Ships (20 - 34.5 %)

Hevans - Crackships (18 participants - 31%)

Quinntana (16 participants - 27. 6%)

Brittana (15 participants - 25.9%)

Puckurt (14 participants - 24.1%)

Kadam - Pezberry (13 participants - 22.4%)

Samcedes - St. Berry (11 participants - 19%)

Seblaine - Kelliott (10 participants - 17.2%)

Kurtofsky - Blam - Pinn (9 participants - 15.5%)

Puckleberry - Canon Character x OC (7 participants - 12.1%)

Finchel (6 participants - 10.3%)

Huntbastian (5 participants - 8.6%)

Quinntina (2 participants - 3.4%)

Quinncedes - Jarley - Tartie - Kinn (1 participant - 1.7%)

Genres

(defined by cambridge dictionary as a style, especially in the arts, that involves a particular set of characteristics)

43 participants (74.1%) chose canon divergence

40 participants (68.9%) chose alternative universe

19 participants (32.8%) chose canon compliant

18 participants (31%) chose future fics

11 participants (19%) chose crack fics

8 participants (13.8%) chose historical fiction

7 participants (12.1%) chose dystopia / adventure / action / thriller

6 participants (10.3%) chose sci-fi

3 participants (5.2%) chose A/B/O / werewolves / vampires etc.

Mood / Tone - Ending

fluff

happy ending was chosen by 48 participants (84.6%)

sad ending was chosen by 4 participants (6.8%)

bittersweet/ambiguous ending was chosen by 5 participants (8.5%)

angst

happy ending was chosen by 29 participants (49.3%)

sad ending was chosen by 8 participants (13.6%)

bittersweet/ambiguous ending was chosen by 21 participants (35.7%)

angst and fluff

happy ending was chosen by 36 participants (61.2%)

sad ending was chosen by 1 participant (1.7%)

bittersweet/ambiguous ending was chosen by 21 participants (35.7%)

Overall

happy ending

bittersweet ending

sad ending

Opinions on:

Crossovers

Mixed results with a broad spectrum of adoring them, liking them in a certain context, neutrality, and dislike.

Christman themed fics / Halloween themed fics

once again very mixed results, however, Halloween-themed fics tended to be more adored than Christmas ones.

how are fanfiction found:

49 (86%) find fanfiction through ao3 tags

41 (71.9%) find fanfiction through recommendations

8 (13.8%) through google

5 (8.6%) through tumblr (methods that aren’t recs/rec lists: such as scrolling through the tags, @/klaineccfanficlibary, reblogs…)

fandoms beside glee

29 (50%) have read harry potter fanfic

21 (36.2%) have read MCU fanfic

15 (25.9%) have read supernatural fanfic

15 (25.9%) have read musicals fanfic

14 (24.1%) have read anime fanfic

13 (22.4%) have read Teen Wolf fanfic

12 (20.7%) have read sherlock fanfic

12 (20.7%) have read the flash/supergirl fanfic

9 (15.5%) have read RPF fanfic

8 (13.8%) have read DC fanfic

8 (13.8) have read Marvel Comics fanfic

8 (13.8% have read Merlin fanfic

7 (12.1%) have read star wars fanfic

7 (12.1%) have read doctor who fanfic

6 (10.3%) have read stranger things fanfic

6 (10.3%) have read video games fanfiction

5 (8.6%) have read buffy the vampire slayer fanfic

4 (6.9%) have read X-men fanfic

4 (6.9%) don’t read any fanfics for other fandoms

4 (6.9%) have read voltron fanfic

4 (6.9%) have read shadowhunters (book/tv show) fanfic

4 (6.9%) have read criminal minds fanfic

3 (5.2%) have read for 9-1-1 fanfic

3 (5.2%) have read star trek fanfic

3 (5.2%) have read julia and the phantom fanfic

3 (5.2%) have read percy jackson/hero of the olympians/trials of apollo fanfic

2 (3.5%) have read gossip girl fanfic

2 (3.5%) have read the witcher fanfic

2 (3.5%) have read grey’s anatomy fanfic

2 (3.5%) have read Check Please! (webcomic) fanfic

2 (3.5%) have read twilight fanfic

2 (3.5%) have read hannibal fanfic

2 (3.5%) have read white collar fanfic

Other fandoms fanfiction’s that are read by less than 2 (3.5%) include but are not limited to

pretty little liars

good omens

once upon a time

Squid game

Saw

Brooklyn 99

Game of thrones

The wilds

The 100

Shameless

Schitt’s creek

Lord of the rings

Six of crows

#this is already too long #i think the tropes deserves it's own post #which i'll do later (i hope)#anyways enjoy this!!#glee survey #myle's survey #glee thoughts™#glee

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angelhummel · 2 years

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Ignore me if you’ve already been asked but for the ship game:

Jake/Marley & Jane/Mason

I have not been asked either! <3

Jarley: Ship It

1. What made you ship it? Well I wasn't into them at first but as I grew to love the s4 newbies I guess I grew to love this ship, just cause I love any relationship out of those five characters really

2. What are your favorite things about the ship? I just think they’re cute?? Like Jake is supposed to be the bad boy but he’s such a sweetheart and he’s nice to Marley’s mom <3 Love that for him

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Umm they’re the only other cheating plotline I can kinda give a semi pass to? Like obviously it’s never ideal and not how things should be handled in the real world (I have to put that disclaimer bc as everyone knows, things you’re okay with in fiction are things you’re okay with in real life uwu) but idk it wasn’t as nonsensical as every other couple cheating imo

Jason: Ship It

1. What made you ship it? They both showed up in s6 and provided some cute fluff and I said “Yeah sure why not”

2. What are your favorite things about the ship? They’re cute and talented and funny and have good vocal chemistry. They provide some good new light drama while we’re still hashing out the old real drama from the main cast. Idk they’re just delightful to watch

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I honestly don’t know what opinions people have of these two so I can’t say lmao

#glee #jake puckerman #marley rose #jane hayward #mason mccarthy #jarley #jason #ship or don't ship #my thoughts #asks #samgelina jolie

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makeyouminemp3 · 3 years

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Out of curiosity….what Ziggy x Nick fics do you feeling a craving for?

Honestly any... I don't care if it's fluff, angst, smut. But at this point I've probably read/reread any fic I could find because I'm literally the most desperate person ever, because when I'm not making edits on tiktok for like any of the shows I watch, I read. Or I write fanfic of my own, but it's more of my own original characters in the story than ships.

I legit don't have a life. Other than Ziggy/Nick, Sarah/Hannah is what I also crave for because I'm such a sucker for tragic couples. Because if I see a non-endgame ship, I'm running in that direction. For example: Stalia and Scira from Teen wolf, Brucas and Jeyton from one tree hill, Samcedes, Jarley and Tike from Glee. Clexa and Linctavia from the 100. And on and on and on. It's an unending pattern of me suffering.

The only endgame ships I ever truly liked from any fandom is Sameena, Naley, Clois, Marbekah, Klaine, Spoby, Morey, and Haleb. And that's about it, from like out of every single show and movie franchise I watch. Which is a lot of them actually, so the ships listed that I like are endgame isn't that much out of my entire list of ships I've ever liked, it's not even close to a quarter of them

It's a curse of my own

#fear street #ziggy x nick #jaiden rants #answered #asks #angel-starbeam

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babydoll-ren · 7 years

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JokerxHarley Thunderstorm Headcanon

-Even though she’d never admit it, thunder scares Harley (especially at night) and Joker knows this -Joker gets mad at Harley for something and buys a sleep noise machine that only plays thunderstorm noises -To get him back Harley sleeps in a different room which only makes J angrier -He won’t give in and ask her to come back to their shared bed -A few days later an actual thunderstorm happens and Harley is by herself -Joker gets woken up by the storm and goes to the spare room and crawls in bed with her because he knows she’s scared

#fluff warning #joker x harley #the joker #harley quinn #headcanon #joker and harley headcanon #jarley #jarley headcanon #jared leto joker #joker and harley #harley quinn imagines #harley quinn imagine #joker imagines #joker imagine #babydoll-harley

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spaceorphan18 · 5 years

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Glee s4 newbies edition: Jarley, Rynique, Artie/Kitty, Blam.

Jarley

Do not want. Ptooey.I am neutral, indifferent and serene. Send me a rec and change my mind.I’ll enjoy anything as long as they’re in it.I’ll enjoy anything as long as they get a happy ending.Break them and make them bleed.Swaddle them in fluff.I’m mostly interested in gapfilling and exploring their canon interactions.Throw the canon out the window; bae deserves better.Gimme crackfic.Gimme all the tropes.Subvert the tropes and set them on fire.I am a simple soul: I’m here because they’re hot and sometimes naked.Here is my OTP. Come between them and I will…ship and let ship, because I am a civilized fanperson, but CAN’T YOU SEE THEY’RE PERFECT TOGETHER??! (Or perfectly, fascinatingly, shippably dysfunctional, in certain cases.)I have favoured and disfavoured ships. Convince me. Seduce me.I had an OTP once, but then this amazing author, [insert author here], seduced me. Goddammit.Fandom bicycle, baby! \o/I have no shippy feelings at this time. - (I’m really pretty indifferent :/)My feelings cannot be summed up by this meme. Have a seat while I put the kettle on.

Rynique

Do not want. Ptooey. - (I’m just not a Ryder fan, and I feel like they could have done better by Unique)I am neutral, indifferent and serene. Send me a rec and change my mind.I’ll enjoy anything as long as they’re in it.I’ll enjoy anything as long as they get a happy ending.Break them and make them bleed.Swaddle them in fluff.I’m mostly interested in gapfilling and exploring their canon interactions.Throw the canon out the window; bae deserves better.Gimme crackfic.Gimme all the tropes.Subvert the tropes and set them on fire.I am a simple soul: I’m here because they’re hot and sometimes naked.Here is my OTP. Come between them and I will…ship and let ship, because I am a civilized fanperson, but CAN’T YOU SEE THEY’RE PERFECT TOGETHER??! (Or perfectly, fascinatingly, shippably dysfunctional, in certain cases.)I have favoured and disfavoured ships. Convince me. Seduce me.I had an OTP once, but then this amazing author, [insert author here], seduced me. Goddammit.Fandom bicycle, baby! \o/I have no shippy feelings at this time.My feelings cannot be summed up by this meme. Have a seat while I put the kettle on.

Artie/Kitty

Do not want. Ptooey.I am neutral, indifferent and serene. Send me a rec and change my mind.I’ll enjoy anything as long as they’re in it.I’ll enjoy anything as long as they get a happy ending.Break them and make them bleed.Swaddle them in fluff.I’m mostly interested in gapfilling and exploring their canon interactions.Throw the canon out the window; bae deserves better.Gimme crackfic.Gimme all the tropes.Subvert the tropes and set them on fire.I am a simple soul: I’m here because they’re hot and sometimes naked.Here is my OTP. Come between them and I will…ship and let ship, because I am a civilized fanperson, but CAN’T YOU SEE THEY’RE PERFECT TOGETHER??! (Or perfectly, fascinatingly, shippably dysfunctional, in certain cases.)I have favoured and disfavoured ships. Convince me. Seduce me.I had an OTP once, but then this amazing author, [insert author here], seduced me. Goddammit.Fandom bicycle, baby! \o/I have no shippy feelings at this time.My feelings cannot be summed up by this meme. Have a seat while I put the kettle on. - Not that it’s complicated, but - they were entertaining and I liked them together - but I also wasn’t invested at all.

Blam

Do not want. Ptooey.I am neutral, indifferent and serene. Send me a rec and change my mind.I’ll enjoy anything as long as they’re in it.I’ll enjoy anything as long as they get a happy ending.Break them and make them bleed.Swaddle them in fluff.I’m mostly interested in gapfilling and exploring their canon interactions.Throw the canon out the window; bae deserves better.Gimme crackfic.Gimme all the tropes.Subvert the tropes and set them on fire.I am a simple soul: I’m here because they’re hot and sometimes naked.Here is my OTP. Come between them and I will…ship and let ship, because I am a civilized fanperson, but CAN’T YOU SEE THEY’RE PERFECT TOGETHER??! (Or perfectly, fascinatingly, shippably dysfunctional, in certain cases.)I have favoured and disfavoured ships. Convince me. Seduce me.I had an OTP once, but then this amazing author, [insert author here], seduced me. Goddammit.Fandom bicycle, baby! \o/I have no shippy feelings at this time.My feelings cannot be summed up by this meme. Have a seat while I put the kettle on. I think they’re amazing friends! But I have no shippy feelings for them. :)

#thanks dear!#perfectanomaly

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 year

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Bedrooms Aren't Just for Sex...or Are They?

by AngeliqueNothing

Harley can’t keep doing this, she just can’t. It’s too much for her heart to handle, watching Joker beaten senseless by Batman, left at her feet broken and bloody. Something needed to change, but what?

or…

When Joker asks his appetizing Doctor Quinzel an important question, will she give him the answer he wants? And how does he deal with it if she doesn’t? Maybe chain her to the bed until she agrees? Nooooo, he’d never do that! The lies that are bandied about are just amazing, he’s QUITE sure!

Words: 2569, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Double Duty

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman: The Animated Series, Harley Quinn (Comics), Suicide Squad (Movies 2016 2021), Batman: White Knight (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harleen Quinzel, Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU)

Relationships: Joker (DCU)/Harleen Quinzel, Joker (DCU) & Harleen Quinzel, Jarley Relationship

Additional Tags: Joker (DCU) Played by Jared Leto, Harley Quinn Played by Margot Robbie, Healthy Joker/Harleen Quinzel, Joker (DCU) Has Issues, Joker (DCU) Angst, Non-violent Joker, Nonabusive Joker and Harley, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Pre-Relationship, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Porn with Feelings, NSFW, Consensual, Consenting Adults, Explicit Consent, Batman Wants to Save Everyone, Of COURSE It's Not Harley's Fault It Must be Joker's, Momentary Strangulation, Strangulation, Harley's Got This Under Control

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/42853182

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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heartbelongstojarley · 3 years

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Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Batman: The Animated Series, Batman: The Dark Prince Charming (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, The Joker - Fandom, Harley Quinn (Comics), Suicide Squad (2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joker (DCU)/Harleen Quinzel Characters: Joker (DCU), Harleen Quinzel, Dick Grayson, Mary Grayson, Harvey Dent, Pamela Isley, Bruce Wayne, Guy Kopski, Raya Vestri, Mister Toad, Phosphorus Rex, Saiko, Eduardo Flamingo Additional Tags: Circus, Alternate Universe - Mob, Clowns, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Physical Abuse, Attempted Sexual Assault, Running Away, Dreams and Nightmares, Jarley - Freeform, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Nonabusive Joker and Harley, Friends to Lovers, lovers to crime Summary:

Two people running away from their pasts met up at the Circus only for their deeds to catch up with them.

#jarley #joker #harley quinn #circus au

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knit-wear-it · 3 years

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AU: Training Day

Mood: In the Pantomime 17 (AO3), Ed is released from his bathtub prison so Jarley can send him off to do their bidding while they hide out at Lee’s. In an alternate universe, Harley & Ed spar together in Lee’s living room instead of having a serious conversation about Vicki Vale.

Rating: Crack / Lolz / Jarley Fluff / AU

AU: Training Day, A Harlequin-Tumblr Exclusive

Ed slept on the couch while Lee took the bed in her spare room, and Ed listened in the dark for the Joker and Harley to talk or fuck or do something, but it appeared they were just sleeping. Boring.

Then in the morning, Harley reappeared, not looking particularly refreshed, and wearing a sporty combination of the electric-blue leggings from the day before with a neon orange sports bra, showing off a very hot little body indeed. Ed pouted at her flat stomach, jealous because he had this little pooch that he just couldn't get rid of.

“Damn, girl,” Ed smirked, giving her his best impression of entitled toxic masculinity. “You’re—“

Harley slapped Ed across the face, making him gasp.

“Cut that shit out, Ed,” she snapped, mommy style. “This is fucking serious.”

Behind her, the Joker was watching as he smoked out the window, just looking… very unimpressed. He caught Harley’s eye, and something silent passed between them, and Ed knew they were both thinking they were wasting their time with him.

“Okay, okay,” he said in a rush. “I’m sorry, it’s the ADHD, I’ll concentrate, I promise. Tell me what to do.”

“I’ve seen footage of you fighting Black Canary and you’ve fought me,” Harley said grimly. “You’re strong, you’re fast, and you have some moves. Where did you learn to fight?”

“Where did I learn to fight?” Ed squinted at her, bewildered.

“If we’re going to work together we need to train together so we can fight together,” Harley explained, nearly making Ed swoon.

“I wrestled in high school,” he mused, trying to be serious. “Since then, mostly Soulcycle, pilates, and box fit.”

Harley’s eyes widened incredulously. “Box fit?”

“Yeah, like,” Ed bounced from one foot to the other, showing her his moves. “Jab, jab, cross! Uppercut! And... shimmie!” He swung his hips from side to side, bouncing on the spot as Harley stared at him like he’d sprouted a second head.

“You learned to box from an aerobics class?” she demanded.

“Well yeah,” Ed rolled his shoulders back, feeling judged. “Where did you learn to fight?”

“Twenty years of gymnastics, an underground Irish boxing club, and a teenage karate prodigey,” she snapped.

“Oh,” Ed’s eyes widened. “So you should really be better than you are, right?”

The Joker snorted and turned away to smoke out the window to avoid Harley’s lethal glare.

“Alright,” Harley sighed, looking around.

She sourced a roll of duct tape and a pair of throw pillows from the couch, then taped them to Ed’s hands, and with Lee’s help, taped a pair around hers too. It all looked very silly but Ed tried to remain serious, because it was obvious Harley was struggling. She looked tired, stressed out, sad, and a little bit hopeless though she was trying to keep it together like the good mommy she was.

Ed seriously doubted the Joker was the sort to give her a pep talk—maybe just multiple orgasms, which was objectively better.

“Okay,” Harley raised her pillow’d hands to cover her face as she spread her feet. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Ed imitated her posture and stance, then started prancing on the spot.

Harley dropped her hands, frowning.

“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded.

“Staying light on my feet,” Ed huffed, trying not to pout that she was being so serious.

“Fine,” she sighed, raising her arms again. “Whatever works for you.” She started shifting from one foot to the other, wholly focused. “Show me some of your moves.”

Ed jabbed and she blocked it easily. He tried a jab-punch-jab combination and she blocked each of them, remarkably strong for those slender little bird arms of hers. He tried a jab-jab-cross, right-hook, and Harley blocked all of it, looking bored.

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow and Ed narrowed his eyes, determined to impress her.

This time he advanced on her instead of just showing her combinations. She blocked, blocked, blocked, backing up as he got her on the backfoot. Ed felt like he was finally getting some momentum when she ducked, pivoted, and kicked him in the chest just like she did at the Hill fundraiser, hard enough to make him gasp and stagger back.

Harley lowered her leg, grinning as Ed rubbed his chest.

“Come on, Ed,” she taunted him, bouncing from one foot to the other, mocking him. She smirked and raised an eyebrow all sassy. “Show me what you got.”

Ed huffed again, narrowing his eyes in concentration before he attacked. She blocked and ducked, slipping right and left, moving too fast for Ed to hit her, and then after a few minutes of letting him chase her around the room, she kicked him in the chest again.

Ed scowled, even though really he was delighted to see her smirking, a light sheen of sweat on her chest as she gestured for him to attack her again. Behind her, the Joker lit a new cigarette, staring at her ass happily.

They were all like one big happy family. Even Lee was in the kitchen watching with an amused look on her face as she made them breakfast.

Then Harley attacked Ed before he had a chance to get his footing, forcing him to block and slip, imitating her with remarkable efficiency.

“Good,” she encouraged, when he swiped at her head, missing her. “Good, faster. Come on, Ed, faster!” She laughed like she was having fun, and Ed followed her directives. She went in to kick him in the chest again, and this time he grabbed her ankle with the intention of pulling her leg out from under her. But instead of falling on her ass, she threw herself into a back handspring, kicking him in the face as she bounced off her pillowed hands and landed gracefully on her feet, throwing her arms up in a V-like gymnastics pose.

“Owwwww,” Ed whined, his bottom lip jutting out as he rubbed his face.

“Is a kick to the face really enough to take you out?” Harley scoffed.

“Why doesn’t J have to train,” Ed pouted, flapping a hand at the Joker.

“Because he’s freakishly strong and fast, and he can shoot a flea off your arm from twenty feet away,” Harley rolled her eyes as Lee offered Ed some ice for his face.

Behind her, the Joker shrugged modestly, looking amused.

“Thank you, Lee,” Ed cooed, giving her puppy dog eyes that made her chuckle and shake her head. Then he turned back to Harley. “Well if J’s fighting with us why don’t you two sparr and let me watch?”

“We don’t do that,” Harley frowned.

“Ah c’mon, Puddin’,” the Joker drawled, flicking his cigarette out the window before he swayed up to her, raising a challenging eyebrow. “What’re you scared of, huh?”

“You’re injured,” Harley pointed out drily.

“Bet I can still take ya,” J smirked, making Harley scoff.

She hesitated as she thought it over, then shrugged helplessly and pulled off her pillow gloves.

“Fine,” she agreed lightly, raising her eyebrows as she squared off with him. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The Joker chuckled throatily and rolled those tasty lanky shoulders back while Harley planted her feet and held her fists in front of her face, all serious and professional.

“Show me what ya got,” the Joker taunted her, smirking.

Ed lowered himself onto the couch to watch, absolutely fascinated to see what would happen.

Harley jabbed and the Joker swatted her hand away, shooting her an unimpressed look. They did this twice more, and J sighed like he was bored, spurring Harley to try a fraction hader, forcing him to duck a right hook. He straightened up with an intrigued hum and she jabbed at his face, hard enough to hurt him this time.

But he caught her wrist, spun her around, and wrenched her arm behind her back at an angle that made her yelp as he forced her to double over, holding her there for a prolonged second before releasing her, looking smug.

“I guess—“ he started to say, but Harley launched herself at him again, actually punching him in the jaw with an uppercut that made him laugh as his head snapped back. She went to kick him in the gut but he caught her leg, and yanked her forward, spinning her around so his arm was around her neck, making her huff and pant as she tried to get free.

“Give up yet?” he asked her slyly.

“Nope,” Harley gasped.

She folded forward, throwing the Joker over her shoulder so he landed flat on his back, laughing weakly when Harley sat on his chest. She grabbed his arms and pinned them over his head.

“I win,” she smirked triumphantly.

The Joker flipped her onto her back so fast Ed gasped in delight. Then J sat on her stomach and pointed a sharp index finger at Harley’s forehead.

“Bang,” he smirked lazily.

Harley locked her knees around his hips and flipped them over again, but just as quickly the Joker rolled over once more, with far less effort than Harley had to exert, and this time he pinned her arms over her head.

“I win,” he declared.

“Really,” Harley widened her eyes. She had her leg between his thighs, poised to knee him in the balls. “Don’t make me do it, J” she let her bottom lip stick out in a pout.

The Joker hummed thoughtfully then bent down to whisper something in her ear, making her giggle and wrinkle her nose before she lowered her leg and he released her arms.

Ed looked at Lee, his heart swelling.

“They’re so cute,” he hissed, feeling privileged to see this private little moment between these dangerous people.

A/N: Alright, that’s all from me for a while. I may do a four-parter called “Symmetry” at some point next year. I officially have almost two scenes (out of like, 150 scenes) drafted for The Rabbit Hole.

Wishing you all a happy new year. Pop over to FFN or Ao3 to leave your review of the Pantomime if you haven’t already!

PS: Asks are open for a couple more days if anyone would like to submit, but i encourage you to do it non-anonymously - it makes me feel like you actually exist, lol.

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CHOKE / a jarley fanfiction

Written by Lemily @madluv

NSFW Fluff/Smut

Harley Quinn’s jealous streak gets the better of her and Joker is going to pay!

She was red hot fury. Veins burning with a potent, vile rage, that had her fingers trembling, her heart hammering. She had screamed, cried, smeared her once immaculate make-up, thrown her favourite bottle of perfume and let Bud and Lou feast a frenzy on his extensive collection of footwear. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to wreck havoc on his and her belongings, pent up in the penthouse alone and stewing. She needed to see him – hurt him – just as he had been hurting her.

She didn’t believe it at first. The newspaper article, the photo print, of none other than her puddin’ stirring chaos in the city. And if she hadn’t been admiring him so, she would of missed the most important detail, the thing that had made her blood boil and her jaw clench tight. As beside him stood a woman civilian, red-headed, red-lipped, wrapped up in his free arm, awfully, dreadfully, close to her one and only. And Harley squinted, further studied the photograph, donned her glasses, and had spotted then, how her puddin’s hand was around the wench’s wrist. How they were together admist the carnage. Together. How the snapshot had caught him in the act.

The lyin’ cheatin’ sleazy good fer nothin’ son-of-a-bitch!

Harley tried to tell herself briefly, that it was purely coincidence. That the circumstance must have been different. It was funny if you’d been there – that kinda thing! To save herself the heartache. To try and stop the floods of tears that were prickling behind her searching eyes. It’s not what it looks like, she told herself – not what it looks like MY ASS – and she couldn’t stop her imagination running away, just like J had clearly been doin’ with his HUSSY, parading around the town as they would do. Probably having taken his new squeeze to their local haunts too, kissing under neon lights, just like their kiss, arm in arm, once upon a dream. And captured in the lens, it was undeniable evidence! Not dissimilar to the many clippings that donned the wall of their bedroom. Harley’s loving memoirs. HA HA HA. She seethed.

A few hours had been spent solely dedicated to tearing up said bedroom, since he was absent and she couldn’t tear at his STUPID FACE. She’d screamed and screeched and sobbed so hard that it had pained her. Her chest splitting and heaving with anger and grief. She’d thrown herself onto their bed, only to throw herself back off again, and had fought with the sheets like a rabid animal, in the throes of her despair she had decided, there was no better time for revenge.

She couldn’t let another minute pass by, leaving him to think and gloat on how he’d fooled her. Harley was no idiot, and she was going to prove to J just how quickly she’d caught him at his little game. And so, clad in nothing but a thin nightdress, mascara running, tiny heels, she took his favourite car and sped recklessly, dangerously, stupidly to his bar, accompanied by a small ball-hammer placed delicately upon the incriminating newspaper in the passenger seat.

Harley parked (horrifically) with no care in the world of who or what she damaged, bumping three other vehicles and scoffing at the sound of paint peeling under pressure. She inched the car crunch-crunch-CRUNCHING into it’s space. J loved that car. She loved J. Fortunately cars were much easier to fix than broken, battered hearts. And soon to be broken, battered bodies. She got out, SHATTERING the windscreen with one grand and gratitious SWING! Laughing through hysterical tears, Harley stormed towards the back door of his club. Her heart bled, and his would too before the night was done.

The doorman, dressed like a clown, looked less of a fool than she was feeling. And she glared at the goon from behind watery eyelashes, demanding simply, “where is he?” Her tone was low, and with a fist around the handle of her hammer, had him stammering.

“Ahh – hey Quinn, you know – Jay don’t want no visitors tonight –" his gloved hands were up in surrender to the scorned woman at his station.

“Why, is he fuckin’ her?”

The clown’s brows raised high at the question, the facepaint couldn’t hide the confusion. But Harley didn’t need clarification. He was fuckin’ her. Just as they would do in the private intimacy of his office, when the simple order would circulate: Do not disturb.

“He is fuckin’ her ain’t he?”

“Woah – what? Look, Quinn, no offence to ya’ really, you know we love ya’, but this ain’t the first time you’ve come knockin’ with questions like this. This is Jay we are talkin’ about here–”

What was his point? Yeah it was J she was talking about. Who else other than the cheatin’ back-stabbin’–

“Look, Harley, I’ll do you a favour and let you inside, but you can’t tell the boss that I did.”

So, Harley’s most beloved was screwin’ around on work time (quite literally!) couldn’t this clown see she had more pressing problems to deal with, than his career concerns? “It’ll be our little secret,” she told him, barging through.

The thrumming of loud, steady music, the murmer of the punters, dancers, criminals and celebrities alike, ebbed through the brickwork and through to the back. Harley weaved through the narrow corridors, manned by all manner of lackeys, recieving nods of recognition and respect. This was, after all, just as much her place now, as his. They’d been together long enough that every door, every meeting, every nook, every cranny of Joker’s nightclub was open and accessible to none other than the notorious Harley Quinn. It was their empire. No secrets. Or so he’d said. FUNNY GUY. Real funny.

Though anger spurred her onward to his office on the third floor, a feeling of utmost dread weighed heavy in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t prepared for the scene she was conjuring, and it bought with it more tears, more pain. So much pain! If the scarlet harlot was in there, with him, legs at his hips and back pressed against the desk – there would be a crimson crescendo before Harley was done.

She booted the door, one bold, brave move. Her breath hitched, crying, cringing, tensing for the moment her heart would be torn wide open. Her hammer poised to strike rested at her cheek and Harley charged into his office in one rapid movement, a manical mess spilling forth.

What Harley saw then, shocked her more than all of her impure imaginings. The Joker, her Mister J, the light and love of her life, sat, alone and contemplative. And he smiled at her, gladly, despite her unexpected entrance. A single brow raised as he noted her attire (or lack thereof) and cocked his head curiously at the weapon she was wielding.

“Harley, baby!”

He went to stand, arms wide and beckoning but Harley ignored him, bewildered, eyes darting the room, desperately seeking what she had been certain to find. Where was he keeping his floozy? Had the men given him time to usher her into a hidin’? Had he been warned? Prepared? Were there accomplices in this bitter and twisted betrayal?

“Looking for something?” Joker asked, and watched as she pulled open his wardrobe, tugging each and every suit jacket off of it’s hanger and onto the floor. “Baby?”

“I’m lookin’ for her!” She snapped, turning to shove the newspaper clipping into his face – “where are you hidin’ her huh? You think I wouldn’t find out?” Harley’s breath was ragged and she shook with fury as he surveyed the article, squinting at the image therein.

J sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “not this again –”

“Well?” she wanted an answer, or would find it herself! And took to pulling out the contents of his glass cabinets, knocking down vintage drinks and shattering tumblers. She began to work around him at his desk, unsheathing every drawer and emptying every last sheet of paper, every pen, every paperweight.

“Who do you think I’m hiding Harls, Tinkerbell?” He barked a laugh, but she could tell from his tone he wasn’t amused. Funnily enough – neither was she.

Harley turned her warpath onto him – THIS AIN’T THE TIME FOR JOKES – and threw her hammer onto his desk, freeing her hands up to grapple at his throat. She took J by surprise and pinned him instantly, easily, pressing hard upon his adam’s apple.

“Harls –” he choked, “sweetness, it’s not– what you think!”

“Sure, it ain’t Mister J!”

“I don’t know – who she is!” His voice was high and cracking under the tightness of her grip. “Honestly – I was just – gonna kill her.” It sounded like something J would say, it sounded a lot like somethin’ he’d do too.

“Gonna?!” Harley searched his humoured features, even with her crushing his windpipe, he still smiled for her. “Is that before or after ya’ decided to fuck?”

He blinked. “What? No – I didn’t get to kill her – cause of – cause of the Batman.” He gave a limp (g a s p ing) shrug.

Funny. She had wanted to question his swollen lip and busted brow, and the purple, yellow hues that clouded around his bloodshot eyes. Her hold on him eased slightly, and her temper faltered.

“C'mon Harley, you know – I’ve only got eyes for you!”

How many times had she heard him say those words? And yet, every time, her heart skipped a beat. It skipped a beat now, no matter her anger, her hurt or embarrassment. She sniffled, and drew away from him. “Y–you really mean it?”

He ran a hand through the tangled matt of her hair, wiping a fallen tear with the soft pad of his thumb. “Harley, Harley, Harley,” he tutted, “what am I gonna do with you?” He spoke with a soft endearment no matter her behaviour. He seemed to have some idea on what to do, however, planting a firm kiss upon her cracked lips.

She melted, despite herself, despite all her doubts and displeasures. Harley could not resist his gentle eyes and gentle touch. When he was with her, like this, in a way he was with no one else, she could not fight her endless and insatiable love for him. Anything goes.

Harley’s wrath turned to wanting, and she flung herself into his arms, reciprocating his kiss with a fiery hunger. She was already fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, and he, his belt. Hell, maybe he could fuck the mania out of her. And could keep on, keep on, trying.

Neither of them bothered to get undressed, Harley’s nightgown ridden up to her belly, as J swung her around and onto the desk, a cold hand pressed against the liquid flesh between her thighs. She gasped, giggled, and guided his palm against her pussy. She twitched, involuntary, as he slipped away two fingers and she rode against the curve of his wrist, having known, enjoyed always, the uncomplicated manner of their love-making.

His lips were at her ear, at her neck, and sent tingling pleasure to the tips of her toes, and she turned her head aside to give him more skin to traverse. He took a nipple in his mouth and shocked her with a sharp nip of his teeth. Harley thighs tensed, and she pulled him closer with the wrap of her legs. And he left small, peppered apologetic kisses all along her throat.

His fingers curved inside of her, a slow and deliberate motion, both frustrating and fulfilling, as she teetered on nearness of an orgasm. But it didn’t come, she didn’t cum – and she grinded harder, pressing on his hand with her own and eager to reach that level of ecstasy. PLEASE –

J removed his hand then, to fuck her instead with his cock. The sudden change of rhythm, sensation, fulfillness, sent her reeling from her first climax. She took a fistful of his hair and tugging. And he winced, but he did not stop, hooking one of her legs up and over his shoulder. Harley gasped against his open mouth, urging him to kiss her as deep as he was fucking her. Please just love me.

His hands were careful with her, compliant, calm. Cupping her face and kissing with a practiced tenderness. Harley, however, was fervent beneath him, clawing at his shoulders, she savoured every slightest touch.

When he was mad, he fucked like a madman, left bruises and marks in his wake, but when he was placid, he fucked with a deliberate, conscious care that was far more torturous, more delightful, more dangerous. And he refused to quicken his pace, or match hers, no matter how much she squirmed and rocked against him. He drew her pleasure out and out, until she were about to explode. That her pussy would ache with want even though it had got. That she would ride on the edge of climax after climax, until the extent of her pleasure turned into delirium, and all her thoughts were of fucking, of how good it felt, and how it was never going to end.

She just wanted him to choke her, slap her, do somethin’ to wake her up from her haze of endless indulgence. And her body was shaken, shaking, from a countless string of orgasms. He muttered quiet nothings against her chest though she was too far gone to hear them. And Harley moaned in her many defeats beneath him.

His breath was ragged, rough, hot air against sore cheeks. His mouth lingered over hers, rewarding each of her long and lingering kisses with tiny pecks of his own. She was driven mad by the sparing contact, that only her pussy was being plowed, forcing her wave after wave, despite exhaustion, the agony, to cum.

Her thighs were slick with her own juices, and she clung to J as though her life depended on it. She wanted to stop – not to stop – to keep goin’ – for him to let her go – her back arched and she pulled him inward, felt his cock nudge the tender hilt of her cervix. Fuck.

With her free leg, Harley trapped him, tight as she could against her hips, so that each thrust, deep or shallow, hit the same sweet spot that had her pussy soaking. She desperately wanted him to kiss her further, flick a breast with his tongue, or suck on her neck but he deliberately ignored each and every one of her erogenous places, except for her neck, and obviously her pussy, and a thumb gently teased from her clit, another painful (perfect) orgasm. She groaned for him to cum – PLEASE – she couldn’t go on.

He fucked Harley harder, nudging her once to keep her from slipping away and into a state of total sensory overload. But she couldn’t keep focus – another orgasm had her lower body rigid – and it hurt, so good, she cried out for him, her voice cracking.

She wasn’t conscious when he came, and her limbs were limp and useless. Though J kissed her into rousing and helped to get her cleaned down and coherent. They both drank deep from a bottle of Jack, the only bottle she hadn’t yet smashed. And luckily, since her thirst was immense after their intense bout of sex.

“You’re the only one for me,” he hushed against her hair, and after some time for decompression and many a softly spoken reassurances, J sent her on her merry way again. Face flushed and vibrant having had the fury fucked out of her system.

And a month passed by, another honeymoon period, after another, after another. And Harley sat, clacking away at her keyboard, browsing the internet, online shopping, and quickly reading the news – just in case she’d got a mention or two – and there, illuminated on the screen of Gotham City Network, was another photo of her Mister J, suited and booted, with a gun pointed to an older woman outside a large and lavish jewellery store, a dashing smile etched across his face. And Harley pondered, for a moment, the image infront of her. And had to stop, think, and quell her instant jealousy. This time she knew – just knew it was harmless. But was there also any harm in making sure of that? She turned to the ball-hammer on her left, and his office keys beside them, pressed print on the article and prepared for another round.

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