#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.

[deepwithintheabyss]

I JUST GOT AN EVIL BOOP FROM YOU

HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK LMAOO

let it spin 3 (full) times and then click

evil boop might have claws, or might boop you when you aren't looking

[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!! 🥳🥳💕

🎊🥳💕💫

[ladytauria]

i couldn’t resist getting a little poetic!!!

aftershave is funny yeah xD

decay… weird vampires 👀 intelligent zombies 👀 a final kiss after death 👀 grim reaper slade? or dick? 👀 or maybe just poetic like. you know how some people say “tastes like something died in your mouth” abt morning breath? 😂

The kiss tasted like…

ash

decay

blood

absolution

forgiveness

anger

regret

alcohol

sorrow

something long forgotten and nameless

an old memory, once faded but now bright and clear again

aftershave

toothpaste

okay okay i’m done xD

[zeroducks-2]

Going with the most obvious one but sladick for the ask game? 👀

hahaha you're such a gem Ana ♥ yeah it couldn't be more obvious that yes,

I ship it! (OTP)

What made you ship it? Believe it or not, I don't remember exactly what it was. It's like the Ultimate Perfect Ship for me, it has everything I could wish for (snark! tension! villain/hero drama! complicated past, mutual respect, some degree of fondness, the "no one can kill/hurt you but me" trope is rampant) AND I can also morph it into everything I want according to how I'm feeling on any given day - and it will always work.

So it really could have been anything. I think the Nightwing run of 1994 is what planted the seeds it but I can't be sure at this point.

What are your favorite things about the ship? As I mentioned, the duality of it.

To expand on what I mean, any dynamic between them will work for me. I love it when Slade is a rapist, or he's manipulative, violent, outright abusive. But I also love it when he takes better care of Dick than anyone else in the world, and he's the only one who truly understands him. I love it when Dick does the sweetest most domestic things around Slade because he feels so comfortable and safe. I love it when he spits blood and resentment in his face, realizing just how bad this man broke him. Slade can be a strong&protective guardian angel to Dick, or he can be the reason why Dick is losing his sanity. Dick can be sweet and playful, or drawn to Slade because he's colorblind to red flags, or he's there because he's being blackmailed, or because his daddy issues pushed him into Slade's arms.

Sometimes they're madly in love, sometimes it's just sex, sometimes Slade is a rapist and sometimes he'd tear to shreds anyone who dares touch his most precious and beloved little bird. Sometimes Dick falls for him despite everything and sometimes he gets this close from stepping over the no killing rule because Slade constantly pushes him over the edge.

I love it. I can do whatever I want with these two and it will work. Sladick gives me oxygen.

I had an ask game on the old blog where people would send me Sladick prompts and I would write both the fluff and the dark version of them, and it worked SO WELL. Here's a random entry if you're interested.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don't know how unpopular this might be, but despite the whole duality thing I mentioned, I don't like a strictly heteronormative, ring-around-the-finger married, vanilla sex, monogamous relationship between those two. I can easily see them happily together and fluffy and domestic, but I can't process how a "straight, normal life" could work for them based on their personalities (unless it's an AU of some kind like a no capes situation), so I tend to not peruse this kind of content. But it might also be that my queer ass defaults to dislike that kind of relationship in the first place.

Ask game found here! Go grab it folks!

[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

[poiverine]

hello, I’m not back yet (not fully) but in the suddent struck of creativity I produced that little sketch of King Slade and his consort husband Richard inspired by @anawrites3​ royal au because I just love the way Slade’s absolutely shameless there ksksk don’t look so stunned Dick, Slade just felt like kissing that hand so he did

[wingdingery]

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

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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.”

[contract-14-zine]

Meet @anawrites3 one of our talented creators in this Zine

[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.

[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 «

[deepwithintheabyss]

Hmmm I feel like you have black hair

hahaha no

I have brown hair ;)

[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

[bess3714]

WIP Ask Game

Thanks for the tag @cephalog0d!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Uh, I'm really bad at keeping all my WIP's together, but here's the one's I found!

Batman Kills the Joker in UTRH

Bruce Can't Say I Love You

Bruce Wayne Goes to Therapy

Courage Like a Lion

Dick Grayson has a Healthy Coping Mechanism

Jason and Bruce Domesticity

Jason and Cass

Dreaming in Remembrance

Horror Show

Inevitability

Jason Robin & Bruce in Pain

Jason Thinks He's Dying, Angst

Jason TV Show

Jump Without a Parachute

There's a Bomb In the Basement

Photograph

Why Are You Writing This At 1 In The Morning

Blessings of the Body

Three Middle Children and a Baby

Holy Phallic Object, Batman!

Ho Ho Ho

Jason and Maggie

Framed in Glass

City Boy

Sore Must Be the Storm

Bonus! Send me an ask with 'untitled document' and I'll pick a random untitled document and tell you what's in it!

Unfortunately I don't know as many people as I have asks lol. No pressure tags for @they-reap-what-we-sow @selkienight60 @zeroducks-2 and @anawrites3

[zeroducks-2]

Okay not to be annoying BUT I'M BACK to ask about DamiJon for the ship game

not strongly, but yep

I ship it

What made you ship it? Cute artworks of them. I'm not a big fan of the childhood friends to lovers trope (it rarely works for me in fact) so I dismissed the ship initially, but then they grew on me. Their relationship is very sweet and well-built, they could very well be a canon DC powercouple. Maybe one day.

What are your favorite things about the ship? The way they easily complement each other. Like it feels natural enough that it looks like the writers didn't even do it on purpose. But my favorite thing is that they're truly, genuinely friends, not the queerbait-y "they're friends but there's an inexplicable sexual/romantic tension between them which we will never address", or the cliche "we're friends but I actually always loved you even we we were idk 2", which normally is what ruins the "childhood friends to lovers" thing for me. If they're supposed friends to lovers I prefer them to be friends that fall in love, and not two people who have always been in love but never got together before for X Reasons. And Jon and Damian surely fit that.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? As I mentioned before I like them as friends a lot, maybe beside some teenage-hormones-sperimentation shenanigans. My favorite dynamic is when they fall in love later, as young adults who have had different experiences but ultimately pick each other, and not as kids/teens.

Ask game found here! Go grab it folks!