Poison Ivy X Harley Quinn Fanart Novels & Stories

she explained, a small smile spreading across her face. "Well, that's good then. And he should better stick to that promise, else he will have me to deal with if he does otherwise," Ivy threatened. As if she can even do anything to him. I smiled and subtly shook my head. Just then, Harper suddenly exclaimed, snapping her fingers together, taking all our attentions. "Girls..." She said, her gaze darting between all of us, while we waited for her to speak up. "I think... I think I have an idea on how to stop not just Hazel from the evil game she's playing, but Scarlet's mother in-law too," she said proudly.

He’s been my little wingman through all of this. I scan the crowd again and spot the red and black. Of course Alice is Harley Quinn. I smile to myself as I walk over and look her up and down. She’s got on the classic Harley costume. Not the new one from Suicide Squad, but the black and red jester outfit that hugs her lush full curves in all the right places and makes my mouth water. Her hair is down, and the dark curls frame her face. She’s not wearing her glasses, and her eye makeup is heavy. She looks like a nerd's wet dream, and I’m having a hard time walking a straight line to her.

“Toast?” “No thanks,” Rhett wrinkled his nose. “I like your apron,” he mocked his mate as he took the coffee to the table. “Well,” Heath looked down at it and shrugged. “Work with what you have.” Rhett sat in front of a sketch pad and flicked it open out of curiosity, tilting his head as he looked at the drawing. “I’ve seen this before,” he said to himself and flicked a few more pages, frowning, his coffee forgotten. I’ve…” He traced his fingers over a sketch. “I’ve actually tattooed someone with… Ah, f-k. Morgana Ivy the comic artist.”

I asked as I shifted to her slightly, narrowing my brows. She scoffed. "Mind your business.” “What was that?” I ask again, trailing my gaze to her clutched hand. “It’s none of your—" I lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. Prying her fingers open as she struggled. A tiny glass bottle slipped out of her hands and clinked against the cave floor. I bent and picked it up and gasped. “Poison ivy,” I peered at her. "This is poison ivy.” Morgana blinked, stunned. “That’s impossible. Poison Ivy was destroyed a thousand years ago.”

’ I knew that what Ivy said was correct, but it didn’t change how I felt about my role in what happened. We had been running, the best we could, in human form with our wolf abilities, for Goddess only knows how long, when Harley stopped. We were along a creek. “I would have expected the elixir to have worn off by now.” She stated as she let go of my hand. I wasn’t sure where she went, but I could see a small bag move from within a tree stump. “We can just take the antidote. We need to be able to shift so that we can get back to the compound faster. Come over here and get one.” Harley said and I happily complied, approaching her. “I am going to put the bag back down. Everyone take one. Coral,

He wasn’t sure since he had never experienced it. “Love,” Harley repeated. “I can’t think of any other reason she’d face off against you when you were feral. Hell, you scared me and I’m not a weak little human.” Moon frowned, distracted. His finger probed the spot again. The small lump moved against his bone, actually hurting. “What is this?” “There’s something under my skin.” Harley looked down. “Is that where you were shot?” “Yes.” “It was a dart, not a bullet.”

When at a later time, there were two forms of toxin one to alpha a man who could use either a blood transfusion or drink the very blood of those who were using the drug. There was the omega who would be a woman, would be two forms of the same drugs from a red-haired woman called Poison Ivy, the idiotic and hilarious version of Poison Ivy, Scarecrow and Joker, and those who didn't need to be in the heat she would induce a heat. Just like a heat simulating the hormonal mating of an animal and menstruation, it lasted seven days and was the same as a contagious disease, in addition to causing hallucinations, it was what seemed to be the perfect union of Poison Ivy plants and their aphrodisiacs.

“Please tell me that you are cosplaying.” “You already heard enough.” Harvey shrugs. “Do you still want me to pretend to make you feel comfortable?” “Yes, please.” I don’t think that I am ready for this shit. Harvey gives me an exasperated look. When I stare hard at him, he sighs and closes his eyes. The soot on his hand is gone in the next instant and his nails are back to normal. However, the black ash remains on the snow. I have a feeling that it belongs to Marie, my brother’s ex-girlfriend.

“No wonder you know so much about Harry Potter.” “Yea..." he looked away before changing the subject. “The Songbird Contest is this Tuesday, isn’t it?” “Yea, how’d you know I was participating?” He just smiled mysteriously. Ivanka was walking her dog Timothy when she saw a Harley Davidson screech to a halt and the guy riding it removed his helmet. He was tall and had jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore a V-neck black shirt and black jeans. He was the typical bad boy, with tattoos and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. She shrugged and walked away.