#anawrites3

[meaninglessblah-writes]

Trick or treat! 🎃

What's Halloween without some handy fear toxin? Hope you had a great night, and enjoy this drabble 💙

There's a hand on Dick's chest. He thinks there might be claws digging into his flesh. The skin beneath his emblem feels like it's prickling, every harsh gasp forcing the pinpricks deeper.

"Upright, little bird," a gruff voice murmurs in his ear. The growl makes the hair on the back of Dick's neck stand high. "Stand up for me."

His knees feel like rubber. Dick stumbles, and the hand clutches tighter. Dick whimpers.

A steel cord wraps around his waist, taking some of his weight off his uncooperative knees, and fingers press against his navel. "Arm around me, Grayson," the voice is instructing, between grunts. "That's it."

The name rises to Dick's lips like a worm crawling out of fresh dirt, earthy on his lips. "Slade."

"Got it in one, kid," Slade replies, and hoists him higher up onto his hip. It feels like Slade is carrying more of his weight than Dick is now, honestly. "Had a run-in with Crane again, did you?"

Dick's mouth feels dry. Maybe it's because he's panting. He lifts his hand to grip at the tightness in his chest, trying to tug at the steel vice shredding his lungs.

"Halloween always was his favourite night of the year," Slade is saying. Dick's boots scrape over something metal, and the sound of Slade's voice reverberates back at him over the sound of Dick's own heavy breathing. He thinks they might be in a stairwell. "Deep breaths, little bird. Work with me here."

"Hurts," Dick manages, through chattering teeth. The claws in his chest tighten, and Slade draws to a halt.

"Where?" he asks. Dick feels like his skin is crawling beneath Slade's eyes. He squeezes his own shut and gasps a breath that feels too small. There's a pause, as Slade assess something, and then says, "Let's get you somewhere safer. Then I'll look you over."

Dick's not sure how they make it out of the stairwell. But he knows they're outside when the creaking hinges give way to a rush of cooler air, and the first splatter of rain on Dick's cheek.

Every muscle in his body locks. Heels dig into the pavement, and Slade grunts with the sudden resistance.

"Little bird?"

Dick shakes his head, wordlessly. He's shaking all over, actually, the patter of rain on concrete like a jackhammer in his ears. His suit is beginning to soak through, and Dick can't climb away from the hands that pull at his seams.

He squirms all the same, trying to wriggle free of the claws that tighten to sharp needles. "Little bird," Slade says, low and insistent. "Dick."

"Rain," Dick whines. "It's raining."

Slade pauses, and then Dick is being manhandled into his other arm. There's some rearranging. The sidewalk blurs beneath Dick's numb feet, and then he's being wrapped in warmth.

Slade pauses to turn the collar of his jacket up, tugging it higher until it covers Dick's crown. His voice sounds tighter when he speaks. "We'll be safe soon, little bird. Just a little further. Stand up for me."

Dick clutches the jacket closer, the smell of Slade a thick comfort in his nose, and tries.

[skalidra]

Ohhh Feeling Trapped please for the ask game! I love that fic! 😍

You got it. XD

Feeling Trapped is an Alpha!Slade/Omega!Jason fic featuring aliens-made-them-do-it mutual non-to-dubcon. One chapter so far!

Second chapter is the one on this list. Currently 2.8k, dealing with the aftermath of chapter one, so lots of grumpiness and deliberately not thinking about things.

Snippet of that:

Slade grunts, quietly. Doesn't actually say a goddamn thing. Jason pries his eyes open. It is dark, but tilting his head up he can see just enough to glare at what he's pretty sure is the lighter shadow of Slade's beard or maybe hair. "You bit me," he repeats, realizing he's a little hoarse, that his throat rasps against the words. Slade shifts, the big shadow of him moving a little in the darkness, one calf sliding slightly against his. "Go back to sleep, kid." "Fuck you." Jason takes a deeper breath, pushing one of his hands against the solid muscle — Jesus Christ, is he made of fucking stone? — of Slade's chest. "Get off me, you—"

(Post for the WIP Ask Game is here.)

[lazaruspiss]

Happy Birthday!! 🥳🥳💕

🎊🥳💕💫

[hisokazl]

SladeRobin Week: Day 7. Soulmate AU

Soulmate marks appear once both people touch each other (skin to skin) for the first time.

and yes, slade was strangling dick during their fight, a normal day for them.

So, this is based on a @anawrites3 's fanfic 💕 https://archiveofourown.org/works/52465852

[wilsondick-winterexchange]

It's the second day of posting for the WilsonDick Exchange 2024! 💙🧡

Enjoy these wonderful works done with all the love for the Wilson Fam and their favorite bat, Dick Grayson💙

Please remember to double check the warnings and tags before proceeding!

WORKS

Bruising grip, polished quip [FIC] for @anawrites3 [Teen, Violence Warning] [Joey/Dick, Slade & Dick & Joey]

Summary:

Dick has been coerced into becoming Deathstroke’s apprentice. He must figure out a way to escape without risking the lives of his friends. Meanwhile, Joey has recently reunited with his father and is struggling to fit into the mercenary lifestyle. Without a voice, he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter. OR Joey is Dick’s only source of comfort as he tries to survive the nightmare of being Slade’s apprentice.

I Am What I Am [FIC] for @beyourownsavior [Mature, Violence, Consent Issues, Torture, Past Abuse, 5 + 1 Things] [Slade/Dick, Dick & Raven & Roy Harper, Dick & Batfam]

Summary:

Five times someone learned something unusual about Nightwing, and one time all the pieces got put together.

forenoon idleness [FIC] for @Reddiamond29 [Mature, No Warnings, Fluff and Banter] [Joey/Dick]

Summary:

“See?” He murmured with a smile. “Isn’t this better than just going back to sleep?” Joey pretended not to smile as he lifted one shoulder in a shrug, «Well, your breath stinks. That’s at least minus ten points.» “Oh, come on!” Dick laughed, lifting his head again to point his finger right into Joey’s face. “You kissed me, mister, that’s entirely on you. Also, ten whole points? That’s just rubbish!” Little lines appeared around Joey’s eyes as his smile widened into a grin. or: Dick, Joey and their day off.

to quench the unconquerable soul [FIC] for @wingdingery [Teen, Science Fiction AU, Space Opera, War Crimes, Hostage Situation, Xenophobia As in Alien-On-Alien Racism] [Slade & Dick]

Summary:

Earth had already lost the war, but Dick knew there was plenty more they could lose. Now, their conquerors were demanding a hostage. To save what was left of his planet, Dick would have to put his life in his enemy's hands. OR: Slade & Dick, the Space AU.

Repeat Revenge [ART/FIC] for @aveaveria [Explicit, Non-Con, Hurt/Comfort] [WadeLaFarge/Dick, Slade/Dick]

Summary:

…A noise rung out of something hitting the rooftop and then light erupted. Stark bright and painful. Dick jumped back, grunting. He closed his eyes behind the mask, the lenses not helping much to keep the painful light away…. or Wade LaFarge kidnaps Nightwing knowing he’s important to Slade.

[wingdingery]

for @anawrites3, the deleted intro from once upon a time (BruDick Cinderella AU ft. Slade as the fairy godmother)

__________

It’s not just that he can’t buy the dress.

Dick’s resourceful, and he has friends—he’s sure he could convince someone to help buy it for him, if he really wanted. So he can’t use that as an excuse for why he’s just standing there, staring at the dress instead of making a plan to purchase it.

The real issue is what he wants the dress for.

A carriage clatters down the street, and he jumps and hurries away from the dressmaker’s window before anyone notices him, only to slam face-first into someone solid enough to send him sprawling backward. Hands grab him and pull him up, and he finds himself face-to-face with the king of Defiance.

Slade raises an eyebrow, looking between Dick and the dress in the window, and Dick fights back his flush as he yanks himself out of Slade’s grip and marches off.

Slade catches up with him easily. “Not very polite of you.”

“Like you’ve ever been polite,” Dick says without stopping. “What are you doing here?”

“What is everyone else doing here?”

It’s a fair response—it’s only a few days before The Ball, after all.

That’s how Dick’s thought of it, since he first heard of it. The Ball. The one where King Bruce—thirty and five, this year—will finally choose someone to rule by his side.

Invitations were sent to nobility and royalty far and wide—within Gotham, to Kandor and Themyscira, even to Defiance and Nanda Parbat. In some ways, it’s more of a political event than anything else, bringing in powerful people from far and wide to make connections and strike agreements. One will make the most powerful connection of all.

Dick doesn’t need a crystal ball to know that it won’t possibly ever be him.

It doesn’t mean he can’t dream about it, though; doesn’t mean he can’t let his eyes catch on a shimmering flash of blue and look at it and think, what if.

“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d be interested,” Dick says. “It’s not as though it’s a tournament.”

“You think I would turn down the opportunity to become King Consort of Gotham?”

Dick gives him an unimpressed look. “Yes.”

He first encountered Slade three years ago on the battlefield, trying to finish the war his son started. It ended in a truce after his second son died. Dick thought, then, that Slade was more interested in having his son back than in power, and it seemed he was right—Defiance had been a quiet neighbor ever since.

Slade smirks slightly. “My daughter was interested in the ball. I was interested in what had become of you. But it seems you have your eyes on someone else.”

Dick scowls. “Shut up.”

“I could have your tongue for that,” Slade says idly.

“Not in Gotham, you can’t.”

“Perhaps not.” Slade’s eye flashes. “Are you intending the ball as a candidate?”

“You know I can’t.”

“But you want to.”

“What I want doesn’t matter.”

“And if I could make it happen?”

Dick’s steps stutter, and he looks sidelong at Slade, who seems serious. It’s… worth considering, honestly. Slade has access to money, and magic. He could get Dick into the ball as part of Defiance’s entourage. He could give Dick everything he needs to pull this off.

But he won’t do it for free.

“What would you ask in return?” Dick says.

Slade smiles. “I’ll do everything in my power to give you every advantage you’d like,” he says. “But if at the end of this, you still aren’t the future consort of Gotham—you’ll become the future consort of Defiance instead.”

[jellyfitzjelly]

trick or treat 0v0

This is a WIP that is inspired from @anawrites3 's Sladick Royal AU!

Slade let out a growl when Consort Richard sucked sharply on his pulse, hard enough to bruise. None of his concubines would ever dare do such a thing, but the kid didn't seem to care. He impatiently pulled off Slade's shift and froze when his eyes fell upon Slade's pierced nipples. The tiny rubies dangling from the golden piercings reflected the candlelight.

"Oh," Consort Richard breathed, visibly fascinated.

Before Slade could react, the kid bowed down and took one nipple in his mouth. The King let out a surprised gasp. The most intimate and sacred part of his manhood, the symbol of his warrior strength and the proof of his engagement to the god of war, was being suckled on by his consort. Plainly, no one had told him that to touch the rings was a taboo punishable by death, but frankly Slade couldn't think about it. It was as if his nipples were directly linked to his cock. His consort was drawing electrifying pleasure from them with just his mouth and hands.

[esfordays]

I need what you guys look for in a fic

@anawrites3 @jellyfitzjelly @zeroducks-2 @m-writes-at-4am @deepwithintheabyss

for uhhhh no reason hahaha

[ladytauria]

Hello, love 🥰 I'm here to ask for🕯️ i 💌 for the writer's truth or dare 👀💕

hello ana <3

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

Hmm… 7-8 depending on the fic. I enjoy shaping my fics to be closer to their full potential / what I had in mind when writing them, lol.

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?

Generally none. At the time of getting your ask there were three—an email about the ask, a promotional email for something I didn’t care about, and an update for a fic I’m subbed to shsjhdjd And now I’m back to none.

» ask game «

[madamesmoke]

A Jay-bun with a tim-duck

Made with a funky little app I've found, that has way to many ads

Inspired by Bunnywing and @anawrites3

[roipecheur]

thoughts on post-bunny sladick 'revenge' sex

I will have to ask @anawrites3 to confirm, but my first thought is Slade dressing Dick up like a playboy bunny and spanking him 🐰

[lazaruspiss]

oh jeez oh boy its a tag game! thanks to @anawrites3 for the tag :]

Rules: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

ive been trying to finish Indulgence before the holidays, so this is from chapter 3! The last stuff I wrote involves a bunch of short sentences so im giving you more than just one. so generous of me.

“… You really think so?” Dick responded with no small amount of hesitance. Having a baby would be terrifying, not to mention how painful it’s supposed to be. But... Bruce sounded so proud of him. Would it be worth it just to make Bruce keep looking at him like that? “Without a doubt.” Bruce spoke with certainty. And god, Dick wanted to believe he was right.

[aqua-dan]

Thank you for the tag!!!

"Maybe if he cried for long enough, it would cleanse him of this sin-- maybe a God would show him some mercy if only they knew how sorry he was."

Well, that's ominous... @zeroducks-2 @echoelbo @anawrites3 @tikitikitu @wajjs @kiseiakhun (I don't want to overburdened people with tags right now, so we'll go with that!)

Last sentence tag game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by @lurkingshan and I haven't really written anything in a bit, so have a little peak at the latest entry into my always growing notes app

And in the end, heroes and villains don't matter, because only the strongest survive.

Tagging @dimplesandfierceeyes, @waitmyturtles, and @anixknowsnothin to play, no pressure of course!

[zeroducks-2]

Hi, could I please request a Slade/Dick with 16? Thank you!

Coming up :D

This is also for @madamesmoke, for @anawrites3, and for the lovely anons that wanted Dick to have babies of his own after what happened here :3

16. "Finally at peace" Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

Dick pats his coat for the keys while walking up the last two flights of stairs, hoping he hadn't left them in his lighter jacket. Hot as it still is in Chicago, the rain's been consistently preventing him from bringing Wally's kids to the park, having to hang out at home with them while on babysitting duty.

Not that he complained overall. Things were going pretty well in the last couple of months, especially with the whole thing he and Slade apparently have going on. The sex is great and the night outs among the best Dick had in years, and Slade's apartment is way nicer than Dick's shared room anyway.

Nightwing's business in Chicago is almost done though, and soon he's going to have to go back to Bludhaven. Not that there's anything that compels him; he lost his job as a cop, had to close his gym, won't be able to do social work anymore... but the apartment there is his, while the room in Chicago is rented and expensive and he's not even been using it, so he doesn't have much of a choice there.

Oh well. He supposed he'll think about it later, for now he just wants to take off the Nightwing suit he's still wearing under his civvies, grab a shower and sleep for a few hours. Maybe Slade is already home, that would also be great.

Finally at peace, he thinks with a satisfied sigh once the door is locked behind his back, closing his eyes for a blessed moment before taking off his raincoat. Only then he hears a sound which makes him jump out of his skin, then quickly collect himself and sprint towards the living room. It's the sound of a baby crying. A second one joins not even three full seconds later, and Dick almost kicks the door open to Slade, in full Deathstroke suit, holding a fucking bag from which the crying is coming from.

«Come give me a hand.» The man says, unfazed and with a level tone like he'd just walked in with Mcdonalds. He did just walk in, using the window apparently, and is currently dripping all over the carpeted floor.

And despite wanting to scream from the top of his lungs and shake the other by his neck, Dick's instincts to make sure the babes are okay kick in, and he's ripping them off of Slade's arms a moment later, then out of that bag, and then he's rushing to the bathroom.

Five minutes later they've both calmed down. They're about six months old, with big eyes and curly brown hair, and mahogany dark skin. Dick keeps making soothing noises while checking them over, gently pressing on their little palms to check their reflexes, waving a finger before their eyes to see if they follow. They're kicking and vocalizing, and reflexively smiling. They're okay.

«Jesus christ, Slade.» He says with a sigh, trying not to get agitated again. He realized the man is hovering on the doorframe, half his suit taken off, surveilling the scene. «You gave me a stroke. You can't walk in with babies in a bag...»

«It was raining.» The man replies with a small shrug like it was the most normal thing ever. «They're alright, hm? Alive and breathing. And dry.»

Dick is about to answer but one of the babies grabs his thumb and makes an excited little noise, and Dick smiles and turns to them with an approving hum. The other is busy chewing on their own tiny fist.

«Yeah, they... seem okay.» Dick admits as Slade walks in and wraps an arm around his waist. Dick feels more tension leaving him as the man's solid presence presses against his side. «Thank god. Sorry, I... overreacted. We should bring them to their parents now, though.»

«I'm afraid that's not possible.» Slade leans down with a small frown and kisses the top of Dick's head. «There was a fire today near a church downtown. Kids got evacuated from the orphanage. I just took these two while I was going away.»

«What...?» Dick blinks, and this time he doesn't react to the baby cooing for him. «You did... what?»

«I figured I could take care of them for a while.» Slade leans down and kisses the top of his head again. «Look at this.» He lifts one of the little one's feet, ignoring the way they kick, and exposing a plastic tag tied to their ankle. «You know what this means, right?»

Dick was too busy looking for injuries and didn't realize, but yes, he knows what it means. «They're metas.» He observes with a frown and Slade hums again.

«I can take care of them better than whoever runs that orphanage. And their genes make it almost impossible for them to get adopted.»

That's... true. Dick is aware of the heartbreaking fact that children with metagenes get often abandoned if the parents find out soon, and the foster system is not equipped to take proper care of them and find them good homes. Which is why so many criminals are metas. Dick hates it, but he still hasn't found a viable way to help with the issue.

«I'll go get some formula in a moment.» Slade is saying, letting the babe play with his fingers. «Let me just take off the rest of the suit. There's a night shop just around the corner.»

«No, it's... it's fine. I'll go.» Dick says, feeling his heart beat somewhat fast. He can't tell Slade what to do with these babies, can he? It's his own choice if he wants to adopt them. Like... Dick himself has no say in it, and even if he doesn't think that Slade has been a good parent to his own kids, he surely won't mention it to the man.

And it's true, at least they wouldn't be in the foster system. It's better like this, isn't it...? They're better off with Slade even if the man is... well, Deathstroke.

«Are you sure?» Slade looks at him, unaware of the turmoil. «You look tired, sweetheart. You can go to bed if you want, I'll take care of this.» Saying that he leans down and touches their foreheads together, and Dick's heart beats even faster, bringing him to rise on his tiptoes for a kiss.

«I'm sure.» He says with a half smile, reaching into the touch on his cheek as the man's rough hand comes up to cup it. «I'll go. They need formula and baby food, they're likely being weaned... and also diapers, and probably some clothes. I'm not going to find everything tonight though, I think. I'll do what I can.»

Slade is smiling at him in a way that makes Dick flustered. He doesn't know why, but ever since that day he accidentally bumped into Slade at the park, the man keeps looking at him like Dick was the most precious person in the world, and he never knows how to take it.

«Grab what you can. I'll clean these two up in the meantime, they need a bath.» Slade says, and Dick smiles back and hurries away, hoping his stupid heart stops fluttering.

«Slade...?» He calls once he has his jacket on, smiling again as he hears him singing to the children in a half voice.

«Yes, little bird?»

«Do you...» He peeks into the bathroom again, not really know how to put it. «Do you mind if I stay here a bit longer? In Chicago I mean. I should go back to Bludhaven next week, as I was telling you the other day, but... maybe you need help. With the kids.»

«Why not.» Slade replies casually, still focused on the two little ones. «I could surely use a hand, and you know how to take care of tiny humans already.»

Dick breathes in relief, nods and hurries down to get the formula and everything else.

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Thank you for the prompt confusedshades ♥ the baby saga continues lol.

Here's the prompt list for whoever wants to peruse it, or send me another prompt :)

[wingdingery]

writing patterns tag game

Thank you @anawrites3 for the tag! :)

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Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Dick knows what it feels like to fall. [on death and crimson seeds]

In all honesty, Dick probably could have snuck out already. [once upon a time]

Something is very wrong—or, to be more accurate, many things are very wrong. [love is a river]

Tim gets his first clue about the whole thing when he’s pulling a last-minute front desk shift for Dick at his aerials studio and the student he’s checking in leans a little closer and says, “By the way… you wouldn’t happen to be Dick’s boyfriend, would you?” [hospitality for dummies]

“—and the number of civilians you put at risk with your reckless behavior—” [simplicity]

Dick’s been curating his cover as a low-level mobster for five years and seven months when the one man who could tear it all apart with a single sentence walks in right through the front door. [the paper-thin line]

Dick’s trying to take a Sunday afternoon nap when Deathstroke the Terminator comes sailing feet-first through his living room window in a spectacular shattering of glass. [the road less traveled]

If there’s anything that Slade’s learned from his thirty-odd years in the business, it’s that picking up a call from Lex Luthor always leads to much more goddamn trouble than it’s worth. [all that might happen]

If there’s one thing Slade hates more than getting caught up in magic, it’s getting caught up in magic while not knowing what the hell actually happened as a result of it. [in the night we burn]

The dragon appears in the early morning, before the bells have begun to toll. [all of the fire i’ve swallowed]

Apparently fics I write around the same time tend to start similarly heh. I think my main patterns are that I don’t usually start with dialogue, and I usually like to establish the context/setting at least a little bit.

Tagging @chejuu @wildsofmarch @faiasakura and anyone else who sees this and would like to join in!

[jellyfitzjelly]

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your wip folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

.....sigh I was tagged by @anawrites3

Some are actually finished fics I haven't or forgotten to move out of this folder lol Ask away if you're interested by any of them. Sorry, some titles are cut off.

I tag @roipecheur @gotham-ghoul @zeroducks-2 @sloubs @supermanstoddlerleash and @lazaruspiss