#Snake Slade Wilson

[taxi-cab-to-art-town]

DC Aspec week Day 5

Shifter AU with some pride flag headcanons mixed in! Bunny!Pan!Dick, Fox!Bi!Wally, and Greyromantic!Snake!Slade.

@dc-aspec-week day 5!

[ultraericthered]

2003 Teen Titans!Slade Wilson/Deathstroke Appreciation Post

Among the greatest villains in the history of western animation, and still my personal favorite take on Slade to this day.

[izunias-meme-hole]

Slade Appreciation Post

[kittycraftt]

before i post any of my oc x canon art/edits, i look at this picture and hype myself up

[apfelkvchen]

Deathstroke (DC Comics) 🤝 Big Boss (Metal Gear): being basically the same character

The obivious: morally grey mercenaries, special interest in weapons, eyepatch, also: DILF

The rest: joined military at 16/18, considered to be one of the best soldiers, trained by a female military superior (Adeline Kane/The Boss) who he falls in love with, closest ally is a man who dedicates his life to him shortly after meeting him (William Wintergreen/Revolver Ocelot), that man has a mustache and may or may not be in love with him

three children total (Joey, Grant, Rose/Solid, Liquid, Soldius), two sons who inherited his special genes, a "good" son (Joey/Solid Snake) that makes up for his fathers sins, a “bad" son (Grant/Liquid Snake) who hates his father and dies early, abandons the family life with female romantic interest (Adeline/Eva) and sons in favor of fighting, eye gets shot out by love interest (Adeline/Ocelot) during a battle

... and don’t get me started on Paz and Terra

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick’s hands didn’t tremble as he slipped off the rings on his fingers.  Dick’s hands had stopped trembling days ago, when Ra’s had strolled through their keep’s gates like the place belonged to him, and Dick hadn’t been able to stop him from seizing control.

From taking guardianship of Damian.  From stealing Tim’s letters.  From sending a small army to hunt for Jason and his outlaws.

From marrying Dick off to a warlord from the plains—a personal favor, Ra’s had called it, and Dick knew that anyone who won favors from the likes of Ra’s al Ghul was not someone he wanted to marry or mate.

His first impression of Slade Wilson did nothing to change that.

The man was a head and a half taller than Dick, broad and muscled—a warrior born and bred, and Dick had never been raised as some fainting, delicate omega in a tower, but he’d almost shivered and stepped back when Slade had dismounted from his great stallion in the middle of the courtyard.

He was older than Dick, much older—he had three kids from his first marriage, the eldest Damian’s age, and Dick didn’t dare ask what happened to his mate—and had only one eye, and moved like he was the most dangerous thing in any given space and the world knew it too.  Dick had gone still whenever Slade passed close to him, like a rabbit freezing in the hopes that the predator would ignore it.

Like now.

“Leave it,” came the gruff voice, when Dick moved to slide off the arm bracers.  “It suits you.”

Dick left the arm bracers on.  Dick did not meet his new husband’s eyes as he worked on the catches of the other jewelry.  The last was the heavy, symbolic choker tight around his neck.

He remembered Bruce showing it to him once, when he’d been years younger, and promising that Dick would get to wear it for his wedding.  That he would get to take it off to bare his neck for the person he’d chosen to be his mate.

Dick carefully placed his grandmother’s collar on the table, and did not cry.

His hands moved up, to the flowers and woven braids stylized like a crown in his short hair, but his husband tsked again.  “You’ll ruin it,” he said, a callused thumb brushing along Dick’s hairline.  “It looks like it took a lot of work.”

It did.  Dick remembered the hollow blankness inside of him as he was prepared for the wedding by Ra’s al Ghul’s maids, as he was led out by Ra’s al Ghul’s nobles, as he was escorted up the aisle by the evil scheming snake and not his father.

Because Bruce was dead, and his whole world had fallen apart because of it.

Dick left the hair, not making a single comment about how the pins were already starting to give him a headache, and stood, bracing himself against the dresser for a moment to make sure that his knees would hold him.  There was no use stalling or delaying—Dick’s heart was already in his throat, and all waiting would do was make the panic climb higher.

Slade was so close behind him that Dick could feel his presence as a tangible prickle down his spine, but he ignored it, and began working at the knots in the silks.  It would be a shame to ruin the finery for a wedding he’d been threatened into.

The memory of Ra’s al Ghul’s satisfied smirk as Dick said the vows to seal his fate was seared into his mind.

Some of the knots were in awkward places, and the third time a knot slipped out of his numb fingers, Slade spoke up again.  “Would you like me to help?” he asked.  Like it was a choice.

Well, Dick supposed it was.  The same way the demands Ra’s gave had been choices.  Submit gracefully.  Or suffer, along with everyone he loved.

Dick turned to give Slade easier access to the laces down his sides.

His husband was efficient, pulling each knot free quickly, his fingers leaving scorching trails of fire wherever they brushed against Dick’s skin, even through the layers of silks.  Dick didn’t bother holding the outer layer up, and let it slip down, knot by knot, freed laces by freed laces, until Slade was done and it slid down to pool around his feet.

Dick stepped out of it.  The second layer was easier to pull off, until Dick was left in what could charitably be called a shift, because omegas didn’t wear full shifts under their wedding wear, because after the wedding came the mating and Dick was standing in a piece of cloth that covered next to nothing but that the maids swore would be enticing.

Dick didn’t want to turn around.  He didn’t want to see if his husband was enticed.

But if he didn’t turn around, Slade would grab his elbow and yank, and the longer Dick obeyed, the longer Slade would be…gentle, almost, his grip light and firm instead of hard and squeezing, voice level instead of harsh, treating him like a wife and not a hostage.  Since Dick had to spend the rest of his life with him, he should enjoy the gentleness where he got it.

If Slade was a friend of Ra’s al Ghul, then Dick knew that the man was cruel.  But he hadn’t seen it, not once since he gave his hand and said the words, and if the alpha was that good at hiding it, it was possible that a subservient omega was what the warlord wanted.

Either that, or he wanted to enjoy Dick for a bit before trying to make him break.

It didn’t matter.  There was no way out of this.  Even if Dick managed to overpower Slade and get out of the room, he had no friends left in Gotham.  If Dick managed to flee, Ra’s would take it out on everyone who was left behind.  He’d execute Jason after he caught the outlaws, and he’d chain Tim after his little brother got back from his fool’s quest, and he’d force Damian through the harsh training that the boy had endured for too much of his childhood, and Dick could not let that happen.

Whatever Slade wanted, he would suffer.  For his brothers.  For the only family he had left.

Dick turned around, his gaze fixed at his husband’s collarbone.  Slade had taken his shirt off, and scars crisscrossed corded muscle, speaking to a life lived on a constant battlefield.  “Beautiful,” his husband said in a low murmur, and a hand on his cheek forced his head up.

Lips sealed on his, and Dick let them plunder his mouth, let them take as an arm wrapped around his back, his shift riding up till it was concealing nothing at all, eyes closed and prickling hot and he would not cry.

Dick had to gasp when Slade pulled back, breathless and panting, and Slade’s gaze darkened further, satisfaction clear in his icy blue eye.  He nudged Dick back towards the bed, nodding, “Go on.”

Dick stepped back, bare feet against the rugs, until he felt the edge of the bed hit his thighs.  At Slade’s expectant look, he boosted himself up, crawling backwards until he was in the center of the bed, watching Slade’s expression sharpen into desire.

At least this wasn’t his room.  Or Bruce’s.  Dick couldn’t bear to have his last memory of his father’s room be the bed he was raped on.

Slade stalked forward like a wolf, and Dick’s first reaction was to flee.  Suppressing that instinct left little room for anything else, and Dick stayed stuck, half up on his elbows, as Slade reached the edge of the bed.

“No room for me?” Slade asked, almost amused, and Dick realized that his thighs were firmly pressed together.

He let his knees fall open, sinking back against the bed, trying not to think about the fact that he was completely bared, and clutched desperately at the haze to surround himself with.

Light, open-mouthed kisses against his ankles, rising up his calves, and Dick fell deeper, deeper, deeper.  If Slade was proportionate all the way—it would hurt.  It would hurt a lot, and badly, and teasing nips to the inside of his thighs wouldn’t change that.  Even if Slade wasn’t proportionate, it would hurt, Dick wasn’t in heat and he knew that several alphas didn’t believe in lube or prep, that omegas’ bodies were built to take them so it would be fine.

He had to cocoon himself in not-feeling, or he’d scream, or cry, or—or beg, and he couldn’t do that.

He was scared.

He wanted his dad.

The kisses had stopped.  Dick forced himself to detach further from his body, but halted when he heard his name, sounding like it was coming from far away.  “Dick?”

“Yes?” Dick responded, a breathy even to his own ears.

“…Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Dick said.  Or maybe slurred.  Everything felt a little floaty.

“You don’t sound fine,” the voice informed him.  “Can you sit up?”

It took Dick a moment to figure out how his arms worked, but he pushed up.  Slade was kneeling between his spread legs, expression no longer warm and desire-heavy, but closed and analytical.

“Are you okay?” Slade asked again.

“I’m fine,” Dick repeated, and this time his voice sounded hollow instead of floaty.  There was a curl of dread deep inside of him—apparently Slade wanted him present—and Dick mentally bid adieu to the haze as he forced himself back to reality.

He realized he was shaking, minute tremors wracking his body, and Slade’s eyebrows were pinching even further.  “You’re trembling,” Slade pointed out.

Dick wasn’t sure if he could stop.  “Just—just a little nervous,” he answered, trying not to stutter.  The bashful, blushing bride was still a thing, right?  Slade wasn’t—wasn’t expecting him to be experienced and—and participating, was he?  “And it’s a little—cold,” Dick added, to cover all his bases.

Hopefully Slade would decide to warm him up and they could get this over with.

Slade reached to the side of the bed, tugging one of the blankets free and—and wrapping it around Dick’s shoulders, practically swaddling him in the material.  Dick blinked.

“You said you were cold,” Slade said levelly, shifting back and studying Dick with that scrutinizing expression again.  Dick allowed himself to clutch the blanket, and wondered what the hell this was supposed to be.

“You don’t want this,” Slade said after a stretching silence, and Dick froze.

How the fuck was he supposed to respond to that?  Agree?  Disagree?  Convince Slade that he was wrong?  He felt like he was standing in a trap but he didn’t know where it would spring from.

“You’re not nervous,” Slade said, voice tight.  “You’re terrified.”

[thejasonandsladeagenda]

We're putting out a Bingo Card! Any / and & ships involving both Jason and Slade are welcome, no other restrictions on medium, length, etc. Aim for a row, column, diagonal, blackout, 4 corners, abstract art work, a snake-shape, or anything else that sparks you into creation Ao3 Collection

Prompts under the cut

Batman!Jason, The Effects of Slade Growing up in 1950s Appalachia, Competent Men with Guns, Outsider POV, Sleeping with your Ex's Family Member

Trope Subversion, Vampire and/or Dragon and/or Werewolf, Slade-Was-A-Robin AU, Dysfunctional Relationship, PTSD

Asshole Slade Wilson, Emphasis on Past Throat-Slitting Event(s), Free Space - Finish that WIP, Meta Jason Todd, Cool as Fuck Weapons: Deathstroke Sword and/or All Blades

Gay Panic or Gay Awakening, Relationship Reveal to Batclan/Wilsonclan, Obsession and Possession, AU Made Them Do It (arranged marriage, soulmates, etc), Matchmaker/Bio-kid Respawn

Dropping the Heads of his Enemies at his Doorstep like a Cat, Poly Poly Poly, Different Shades of Morally Grey, Alcohol -- drug -- truth serum -- pollen -- Fear Toxin, Arkhamverse

[4morrant]

Fallen Au Info Post

Let’s start with Slade Wilson

Full Demon

- fighter and active sinner

- wears a feather necklace with one of Alex’s feathers ( @codiecoda idea )

- committed the sin of Wrath & Lust punishment for Wrath is darkened limbs that grow overtime ( eventually it’ll cover his body and he will turn to ash) punishment for Lust was loosing an eye ( was torn out his face )

General Demon info

Demons have darker wings with a shorter inside and longer outside

Fuzzy tails with sharp ends and horns of all shapes and sizes and snake tongues with shark iris’s

All Demons and Fallen angels have wired anklets, as a punishment for their deeds

Every demon based on their sin(s) is assigned different punishments but these are some general ones for Alex and Slade

Moving on too

Alex Luthor

- fallen angel, this means he hasn’t fully become a demon

- his halo is glitched and therefore the light that radiates from it flickers

- committed the sins of Pride and Greed his punishment from Pride is a broken wing when he was cast out he plummeted into the earth (most prideful fallen have the same fate ) his punishment from greed is unknown /totally!!!not because I couldn’t think of anything…../

- he is bound to the ground only able to fly short distances due to this handicap, he is also placed in the weapons/strategies group of demons

General Angel / Fallen Angel info

- wings are much thicker with a solid build, halos provide guiding light (literally and figuratively ) to themselves and those around them.

- fallen angels typically loose the light of their halos but not the halo itself ( a symbol they can still atone )

- some angels do attempt to atone and choose to live among humans

- those who don’t and join demons will turn into full demons, this process happens when a fallen kills an angel thus turning themselves fully into demons ( Alex has NOT made his mind up on this, but does want revenge …)

- angels weapon of choice is swords.. wonder where Slade got his .. ?

Final note

A lot of this au was inspired by Good Omens… so take that as you will!

These are just some informational notes about how I went about thinking up this au and what guidelines I follow when I made it and draw it lol so feel free to add too or change it up if you’d like too.

I also am 1000% okay with others posting this au or adding to it / drawing/writing ect !! please tag me so I can see it !!

If you have any questions or suggestions feel free to let me know <3! I’m really happy people enjoy this little au so much!

[asherbakugou]

Dragon Dictionary

Ra's Al Ghul - Lung | Asiatic Jade Dragon

- Known for diamond hard scales that come in all shades of green

- Sharp teeth curved inwards for catching fish; Hooked talons for catching fish

- Breath poisonous gas

- Fly through the sky in a serpentine fashion

Talia Al Ghul - Lung | Asiatic Jade Dragon/Black Mamba

- Known for diamond hard scales that come in all shades of green

- Sharp teeth curved inwards for catching fish; Hooked talons for catching fish; Fangs filled with venom positioned at the front of the mouth in place of canines

- Black mouth

- Breathe poisonous gas

- Fly through the sky in a serpentine fashion

Bruce Wayne - Wyvern | Black Nightwing

- Wyvern with large black wings and three claws at the end of its wrist to walk on; Diamond hard scales that blend in with the night sky

- Breath black plasma

- Long, straight horns pointed back

- Crocodile like tail for balnce when on hind legs

Slade Wilson - Drake | Sand Drake

- Sand colored scales with darker plates along their back like armor; Impenetrable scales with thick skin

- Wide paws for balance on sand with straight claws; Slender body for moving across sand and hiding in the desert

- Barbed tail like a scorpion

- Breath fire

Chato Santana - Lindwurm/Zilant/Quetzecoatl | Born a Sand Lindwurm - Everburning Feathered Zilant

- Sand colored scales with darker skales specked in, uniquily suited tofold front limbs back and move like a snake through the sand

- Fangs situated at the front of the mouth filled with highly corrosive venom

- Long red, yellow, and orange colored feathers along the top of the skull, down the neck and along large wings, tipped with hooked foreclaws

- Real embers along the spine; Runs naturally hotter than almost any other dragon species

- Feathered tail that leaves behind trails of deadly smoke

- Breathes golden flames

Damian Al Ghul - Wayne - Yinglong | Asiatic Jade Nightwing

- Diamond hard scales with mottled black and green scales that allow them to blend in with the night sky and shadows

- Black mouth with inward curved teeth to catch fish; Hooked talons for catching fish

- Large black wings with single foreclaw and moveable wrist that he can walk on

- Black plasma

- Thin whip like tail

- Long horns curving slightly backwards

Respawn (Achilles Al Ghul - Wilson) - Lung | Jade Sand Dragon

- Impenetrable sand colored scales with green armor like plates down the spine

- Venoumous barb on his tail; Fangs positioned at the front of his mouth are filled with deadly venom

- Wide paws with hooked talons for fish; Black mouth with inward curved teeth for eating fish

- Fly tgrough the sky in a serpentine fashion

- Camouflaged in desert areas

Matteo Al Ghul - Santana - Feathered Yinglong | Everburning Jade Dragon

- Dimaond hard scales in shades of dark green with golden/sandy colored speckled in

- Black mouth; Fangs situated at the front of the mouth filled with corrosive venom; Straight teeth, like a wolves or coyotes

- Large paws with hooked talons for catchin fish

- Green and white feathers around his slender face, down the neck, over the wings, and down the spine

- Embers glow along his back, hidden with the feathers; Runs hotter than nearly all other species of dragon

- Breathes golden-green flames

- Feathered tail leaves smoke trails when he flies

Dick Grayson - Feathered Dragon | Thermotect

- Ice cold, diamond hard scales in all shades from black to white, blue to pink, and more; Specialized feathers along the face, neck and top half of the wings

- Large teeth, like a polar bears; Hooked talon for gripping ice and catching fish

- Blue-black tongue

- Breathe ice

- Wide paws with thick pads to walk across snow and ice

Jason Todd - Feathered Wyvern |Phoenix Drake

- Covered in thick red-orange feathers with darker red ones around the neck, wings, and tail; Fluff covered hind legs with long wicked sharp talons like a Harpy Eagles

- Sharp foreclaws on the tops of the wings 'wrist' to walk on though Phoenix Drakes are capable of walking upright on their hind legs alone

- Thin faces with angular snout; Razor sharp serated teeth, like an anacondas, to grab hold of prey

- Long tail feathers with two extra long white feathers that stretch several feet past the rest of the tail

- Run hotter than almost every species, but are vulnerable because they lack the thick scales of most species; Compensate by being reborn

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Timothy Drake - Dragon | Goldenfang

- Beautiful golden scales with short wings and long frills along its spine with a long tail with thin delicate looking veils connected by thin spines on the tail; Darker golden-brown scales on the head like a fer-de-lances

- Jungle dwelling dragons best at gliding through trees and weaving around obstacles

- Sharp needle like claws for clinging to trees; Delicate fangs positioned at the front of the mouth filled with potent golden venom

- Sharp teeth and molars like a monkeys; Short muzzle than most dragons

- Flexible bodies with a specialized flexible spine

- Incredibly delicate as their scales aren't diamond hard of inpenetrable

Cassandra Cain - Drake | Scorpion Drake

- Thick, impenetrable scales that comes in pale shades od brown or shades of black or in between; Long tail that curves upwards slightly tipped with a sharp stinger and poison glands

- Specialized scales along the wrists and ankles that let them feel vibrations in the air; Naturally thinner scales, a weak spot

- Large paws with flat claws to balance on sand

- Able to go long periods without water; Can hold still for hours

- Extremely fast and agile for a drake who are normally bulky because of their thick, armor like scales

- Fast runners because of their longs legs

Rare - Common

Successful Hybrids (that survive) - Extremely Rare

Everburning Dragon - Rare

Phoenix Drake - Rare

Goldenfang - Rare

Asiatic Jade Dragon - Uncommon

Sand Drakes - Uncommon

Thermotect - Uncommon

Scorpion Drake - Uncommon

Black Nightwings - Uncommon

(Inspired by @salparadiselost Dragon Au; The Thermotect, Phoenix Drake, and Goldenfang all belong to her)

[confusedhummingbird]

Since you’re both a DC Fan and a GOT/ASOIF fan, how would you do the following characters in the world of Westeros and Essos;

Dick Grayson (by extension also Mary and John),

Koriand’r,

Clark Kent,

Lois Lane,

Donna Troy, and

Slade Wilson ?

I'm going to make to have them all be humans since obviously the aliens are going to be so OP. I'm also gonna give them a rating based off how well I think they'd be there.

Dick: I think he'd be an interesting person to see in the world of Westeros. He'd hate all the violence and the suffering of the smallfolk but I think he'd be very loved and clever in the Council of the King. Dick is very much a performer and a charismatic one at that. I could see him using his charisma and ability to read and manipulate to help in the little ways that he was allowed. He's also be a beloved Lord if he was one. One whose firm but fair. 7/10

Kory: Girly would be full Targaryen princess through and through. Fire and blood. She'd be a very popular and beloved princess but she'd probably feel shackled by the patriarchy and how she's expected to not be sexual at all and just be a wife and mother. 5/10

Clark: Would probably not do too well. He's a lot more clever than most people realize but he'd probably fall victim to many of the snakes. 3/10

Lois: I think she'd fair better than Clark. She much like Kory wouldn't like the way women are treated but I think she'd be able to be more clever and subtle in getting what she wanted. And using things she's able to pick up on. Gossip or even spies to black mail people into getting what she wanted. 8/10

Donna: Much like with Lois and Kory she would hate the way women are treated but I feel like she'd be much calmer than Kory but not quite as manipulative as Lois. I feel like with the assumption these people are born and raised here she'd probably be the most likely of the girls to play her part of being a wife and Mom. Although she would in no way be a submissive mom she'd be a mom that is powerful and respected in her own right 7/10

Slade: He'd be a top sellsword no doubt. He might have a code. He might not. It honestly all depends on how much you pay him. He would fit in the best no questions 10/10

[fandomhopper-shit]

Character Profile

Basics

Fandom: Legacies

Full Name: Galena Markov

Nicknames: Doctor Doom, Koko, Lena, Snake,

Gender: Female

Species: ???

Date Of Birth: February 13th 2012

Age: 18

Nationality: Italian/European

Appearance

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Style: High Ponytail

Eye colour: Hazel Green

Skin Tone: Fair

Height: 6'0

Accessories:

Plain Black Face Mask

Medical knives

Throwing Knives

Black Gloves

Combat Boots

Wolfsbane/Vervain Bombs/Needles

Distinguishable Features:

Mask wore at all times with few exceptions

Two scars going down from top of eyebrows to chin

Has a slight limp when running/walking

Personality:

Traits: Selfish, Calculated, Calm, Rational, Caring (to selected few people), Sadistic, Passive, Affectionate (to selected few people)

Likes: Being Left Alone, Cleaning, Cooking, Teaching, Selected few people, Crows, Ravens, Her Mask, Records and Record Players, Science

Dislikes: Being touched without consent, Being Interrupted, People, Sunlight/Mornings, Super Squad Missions, Bright Colours

Hobbies: Experiments, Cleaning, Making new dishes, Studying, Listening to music

Fears: Failure, Her Mother, Germs, Her Emotions

MBTI: INTJ

Zodiac: Aquarius

Archetype: The Anti - Villain

Similar Characters:

Kai Chiskai (Overhaul) - Bnha

Slade Wilson (Deathstroke) - Dc

Erik Magnus Lehnsherr (Magneto) - Marvel Xmen

Family/Friends:

Father: Alexander Markov - Human - High School Science Teacher {45}

Mother: Sophia Markov -??? - House Wife {30}

Sibling(s): Alex Markov - Human - Football Coach {24}

Pets: Black Cat ~ Plagg

Friends: Josie Saltzman, Milton Gresley (Mg), Penelope Park, Dorian Emma Tig, Mr Rogers

People she dislikes: Rafael Waithe, Landon Kirby, Lizzie Saltzman Alaric Saltzman, Malivore, Jed Torien, Kaleb Hawkins, Alyssa Chang

Love interest: Hope Mikaelson ~ Tribrid ~ 18 ~ Bisexual

[ultraericthered]

Slade Wilson/Deathstroke the Terminator Appreciation Post

'Cause this scumbag's one of my favorite DC universe villains.

[wilsondick-winterexchange]

WDWE Day 2

The Wilson fam & Dick celebration continues with more awesome fanworks made by the WilsonDick community💙🧡

As always, we strongly recommend double-checking the warnings and tags before proceeding!

WORKS

Strung Between [ART] for Cadkitten [Explicit, No Warnings Apply] [Dick/Slade/Wintergreen]

Summary:

Dick didn’t expect his late night entanglement with Wintergreen to end up with him getting caught and railed by Slade Wilson right after. Whoever said three’s a crowd?

Extraction [FANFIC] for sharpbluejay [Explicit, No Warnings Apply] [Dick/Addie/Slade]

Summary:

"You're familiar with the lay of the land. You've got experience with Mister Minos." Dick gets the impression he's missing the inside joke when she adds, "And you know the mark." Dick frowns, thinking back to his time with Spyral and its many faceless agents. "Professionally?" "Intimately," Adeline corrects.

the sixth sorrow [FANFIC] for EagleInFlight [Gen, Teen, No Warnings Apply] [Dick & Slade]

Summary:

Dick is haunted by the ghost of Grant Wilson. Yes, like his actual ghost. No, he’s not lying, why the hell would he lie about something like that, Slade? Slade, come back. Seriously? You’ve met aliens, you’ve literally entered the speed force, but you draw the line at believing in ghosts?

Capture [FANFIC] for LostDiamondSoul [Explicit, Chose Not to Use Warnings, Rape/Non-Con] [Dick/Slade]

Summary:

A hand catches him before he can faceplant onto the ground, another hand snaking under his armpits and hoists him up. He looked up in alarm and froze at the sight of silver hair and animal ears. A werewolf.

round one [FANFIC] for CieldelaRose [Explicit, Rape/Non-Con] [Dick/Grant/Joey/Slade]

Summary:

This is bad. He remembers something; something about drinks and whores and begging. Dick has the gut-sinking feeling that he's just been made the butt of some terrible joke.

Thirsting for the Ocean [FANFIC] for blackbeanbao [Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence] [Dick/Slade] Summary:

Entirely by accident, Slade makes Dick his Selkie bride. There might be more of Dick's culture that he does not understand.

[ao3feed-sladedick]

Spread thy close curtains love-performing night

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kqz4I2S by jellyfitzjelly ❝Slade can’t help a smile. The gremlin has always treasured Richard greatly. He’s not surprised the other kid got stitches for saying such things about the young man. Richard isn’t so touched. His mouth is a flat line of displeasure Slade wants to kiss into a smile. He gives in the urge at a red light. He grabs his spouse by the chin and kisses him hard. There is a collective clamor of disgust from Damian and Colin. “Yuck! Stooop!” Colin whines. “Not in front of me!” Damian bellows. Jon laughs happily as the car behind honks. Richard is smiling wide as Slade drives them to the local Gargoyle’s. The boys cheer. “You snake,” the young man grumbles with no heat, still smiling. “Come on, you deserve a break,” Slade counters smoothly. “I’m not super hungry, you don’t need to take me something.” Slade takes him an extra large menu with a dessert.❞ Bruce and Dick try to change for the better, in different ways. Words: 6394, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 9 of 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy Fandoms: Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Slade Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Colin Wilkes, Jonathan Kent, Alfred Pennyworth, William Randolph Wintergreen Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Anal Sex, Shower Sex, Dirty Talk, Alien Biology, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Slice of Life, Muteness, Depression, non traditional family read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kqz4I2S

[kakepuff1234]

Hi!

Im illyra, you can call me Lir Lir if you want.

I decided to start writing smut/fluff one-shots

I only write AFAB readers just because thats what I feel comfortable with and I feel like Im capable of doing.

My wattpad is Kakepuff1234

I take requests and I promise to fulfill them quickly

I write for

Shows/Movies

Jeremiah Valeska (pre-spray)

Jerome Valeska

Jervis Tetch

Jonathan Crane (Gotham or TDK)

Tommy Arashikage/ Storm Shadow (either from Snake Eyes or the G.I.Joe movies)

Yuichi Kimura

Tangerine

Harvey Specter

Billy Butcher

Slade Wilson (Arrow)

Tyler Galpin

Xavier Thrope

The Marquis de Gramont

Books

Azriel (ACOTAR)

Merrik Marius -idk if I spelled that right (Theft of Swords)

Royce Melbourn (Theft of Swords)

Hadrian Blackwater (Theft of Swords)

Longwei (Nyxia)

Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows/ Grishaverse)

Nikolai Lantsov (Shadow and Bone/ Grishaverse)

[green-eyedfirework]

“Are our terms acceptable?” Bruce asked, polite and formal, to end the discussion of payment.  The Defiance company wasn’t any random band of mercenaries, but a full-fledged military in their own right, and in addition to money, Bruce promised lands and titles.

It was a very enticing offer.  It had to be.

Ra’s al Ghul was on their doorstep and Gotham’s military had never been its strong suit.  The old snake’s maneuvering the year Bruce had been missing had destroyed most of their alliances because Dick had been too busy trying to run a kingdom he’d never wanted to rule to notice the trap being set, and now it was sprung.

They needed an army.  And they needed one fast.

“The terms are fair,” a low voice answered.  Slade Wilson sat in his chair like he spent every day sitting at tables across from kings, utterly at ease and wearing the faintest of smirks.  He knew they were desperate.  Everyone knew they were desperate.  They were running out of options.

Slade Wilson and Defiance would gouge them for every single penny, but Dick knew that Defiance kept their contracts.  Ra’s wouldn’t be able to buy them off.  And they needed that.  No matter the cost.

“But your word is not,” Slade said, and Dick tightened his grip on the table.  Slade’s smirk had widened.  “Lots of rumors about broken promises, Your Majesty.  You can see why I’m hesitant to commit.”

Dick breathed in and out.  It was just a ploy to get more out of Bruce.  Slade would agree.  Slade had to agree.

“Is there something that would make the deal more acceptable?” Bruce asked, voice slightly strained.

“As a matter of fact,” Slade’s gaze switched to Dick, the ice blue eye boring into him, “there is.”  A beat of silence, heavy and still.  “A binding contract.”  Another beat of silence, tension rising—“Marriage.”

Bruce blinked, “Excuse me?”

“Marriage,” Slade repeated, a low murmur spreading out among the assorted councilors.  Jason, the only other royal attending, looked abruptly furious.  “I don’t have a partner,” Slade spread his arms, “and you have no shortage of children.  A royal marriage would be enough to safeguard my interests.”

Dick forced himself to keep breathing.  A royal marriage wouldn’t just safeguard his interests, it would catapult Slade to one of the most powerful positions in the country.  It was far, far beyond anything Dick thought the man would ask for, and Dick knew that the mercenary was only so bold because he knew they couldn’t say no.

Bruce’s face was set, jaw hard.  “I’m not sure—”

“That is my final offer,” Slade said, still staring at Dick with an intensity that made him want to shiver.  “I’ll leave you to discuss it.  You know where to find us.”

He quirked his lips at Dick, and turned and headed out.

~#~

“Who does he think he is?”  Jason was seething.  “How dare he come here and dictate terms to—”

“We need him,” Dick said shortly, cutting him off.  “We need his men.  We have no choice.”

“Bullshit we have no choice, we can negotiate—”

“He won’t agree,” Dick slumped in his chair, abruptly tired.  Bruce watched him, frowning.  “If he says that’s his final word, that’s his final word.  A marriage, or nothing.  And we can’t beat Ra’s without him.”

It was Dick’s fault.  It was all Dick’s fault.  If he’d been paying closer attention—if he’d just listened to Tim and sent men out searching for Bruce earlier—if Ra’s hadn’t capitalized on Dick’s weaknesses—

This was Dick’s fault.

“Are you seriously proposing we just sell off one of our siblings?” Jason’s eyes were glittering with fury.  “To a mercenary?”

Dick closed his eyes briefly.  The smirk on Slade’s face.  The intensity—the same one he’d seen years ago, when Dick ran around with the Titans.  He’d known there was interest then too, but Dick hadn’t been quite that rebellious, and Slade had never dared to press the issue.  Until now.

“He wants me,” Dick says hollowly.  “So draw up the deal and get it signed.  We don’t have time to waste.”  Dick had already given up his position as heir to Tim, so there was no chance of Slade seizing the crown.  The only casualty would be Dick himself.

Jason and Bruce were staring at him, silent.  Bruce’s expression was stone-like, Jason was gaping at him.

“Dick—”

“This war is my fault,” Dick stood up from his chair in a fluid, sharp movement.  “If this is the only way to fix it, so be it.”