#sladick royal au
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Hello, I woke today wondering whether Slade and Dick sleep together in royal au and when they started sleeping in one bed at all 👀 Did it surprise Dick etc
Have a good day 💕
Hi, love!! Thank you for asking -3-
At this point of the story (the one on tumblr of course) they haven't shared a bed yet! As big of an asshole Slade is, he is anything but well prepared and so he knows Gotham customs pretty well - he just chooses to ignore them most of the time. He knows that Dick could actually start to hate him if he forced him to sleep in his bed before they got married and as tempting as it is, he gives Dick his own rooms.
Dick was meant to move into Slade's chamber after the wedding, where they'd consummate the marriage and then Dick would just stay there permanently. Buuut as you know, in the last part Dick got stabbed so he wasn't really in a shape to do anything of the sorts. After Villian allows Dick leave the hospital wing, Dick returns to his old rooms. They should be sharing bed at this point, yes, but Slade wants to make sure that Dick's wound is healed properly. Instead, Slade visits Dick in his room pretty much everyday :3
So, the short answer is: they haven't slept together yet and they start sleeping in one bed after Dick is completely healed 💕
A short scene because this just got into my head:
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Dick walked further into the garden, wrapping his cloak more tightly around himself. The snow was reaching his ankles even in the boots with thicker soles and he cursed Defiance's weather under his breath before quickening his step.
He wanted to talk with Slade and he had to do it now, before he lost his confidence.
Just as the guards told him, Slade was sitting by the now frozen fountain in the middle of the royal gardens, like he often did since their marriage celebration. No one really knew the reason for those outings but Dick suspected it had to do with him and the fact that they still didn't know who sent the man responsible for the stab wound in Dick's chest. The cold, biting air was a great way to clear one's head and help you think.
That is, as long as it wasn't turning you into an icicle, like it was happening to Dick right now.
Only, when Dick got closer to where his husband was, he noticed that Slade wasn't actually alone. Sir Wintergreen was sitting at the bench a few steps away from Slade, talking to him with a smile on his lips that was almost completely covered by his mustache.
Dick was about to turn away and go back inside the castle - he didn't want to interrupt them and it's not like his case couldn't wait - when Slade looked up. Their gazes met and Dick's breath left his lungs in a white puff.
"Richard?" Slade asked, visibly surprised to see him there.
Dick sharply inclined his head, "Your Majesty."
Wintergreen glanced at Dick with a knowing look in his eyes. He got up from the bench with a little groan of effort and patted his king on the shoulder with a smile.
"I'll leave you two to it then." He said.
"Oh no, sir Wintergreen, I didn't want to interrupt you." Dick said hurriedly. "Please, continue. I can come later-"
"Nonsense, Your Majesty." Billy waved his hand dismissively. "I was about to head back anyway."
"I'll see you later, Billy." Slade nodded at him and before Dick could try to protest again, Wintergreen disappeared behind the hedge.
"I apologize, Your Majesty." Dick said quietly, watching Slade stand up as well. "I wasn't aware you had company."
"Don't worry about it." Slade stopped before him to take his cheek in hand, stroke his thumb along the skin. Despite sitting outside in the snow for at least an hour now, his skin was still warmer than Dick's. "Did something happen? You don't usually seek me out like this."
"No, I just-" Dick started then stopped quickly and pressed his lips together. He searched for the right words in his mind because everything he wanted to say earlier suddenly disappeared from his head.
He could back out from this. Say something completely else and Slade would have no idea about what was going through his head in the first place. But Dick knew that he would never gather enough courage again if he didn't say it now.
Beside, Slade had an annoying habit of always knowing when Dick lied.
"You shouldn't stay out in the cold for so long." Slade scolded him, not unkindly, after another moment of silence. He adjusted Dick's cloak. "You're shaking, little bird."
"I'll be alright." Dick smiled. "I should be getting used to this kind of weather anyway."
Slade's lips twisted in a frown as he shook his head. "It's not good for your health. And specially now, when you're still healing. Let's go back inside."
"A-actually..." Dick stopped Slade when he tried to guide him back towards the castle. He took a deep breath and felt the cold air dance in his lungs. It was now or never. "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm completely healed now. Villain said so himself. So now I'm... I'm finally good to move into your rooms, Your Majesty. The way it should be after the celebration."
For a moment Slade just looked at him. If he was surprised by Dick's words, he didn't show it in any way. He just looked at Dick without saying a word and if it weren't for the cold wind already biting at Dick's cheek, the young consort would surely blush.
"Your Majesty?" Dick breathed out.
In asnwer Slade took his own cloak off his shoulders and carefully wrapped it around Dick. He leaned down to press his lips to Dick's cheek. "Walk with me."
"B-but you... aren't you cold?"
Slade smiled. He reached for Dick's hand and intertwined their fingers together. "I'll be alright." He echoed Dick's words. "Walk with me. We'll worry about moving your things later."
And so, Dick allowed him to guide them through the garden.
#'a short scene' I said like a liar#thank you for your ask polv!#this was fun 💕#but also no beta we die like jason#my reply#polv#sladick#sladick royal au#dickstroke#my writing
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It’s valentine’s day so I’m posting this little doodle page inspired by Ana’s royal au focusing on Dick in pretty clothes (yeah, that was just an excuse to draw more fantasy ksksk)
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King Slade doesn't touch Prince Richard during their wedding night. The little bird looked so terrified, he simply couldn't. He curses himself. He's angry at himself, really. He fell in love with the kid the minute he saw those blue, blue eyes.
#maybe......maybe i am thinking about the royal au u guys are talking about#sladick#slade wilson#dick grayson#deathstroke#nightwing#dcu
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You can't just talk about tossing Wally around and not share even a snippet. That's actually illegal!!
I didn't think anyone might have been interested in that to be honest! Sure I'd love to share a snippy snip, but beware that this is dark and Wally is not having a good one.
A bit of context - this is an Omegaverse Royal AU with a "bad guys won" scenario, there's 3 parts to it and this is an excerpt of the part dedicated to the Speedsters (the other two parts are Sladick and Rastim).
The other person is Eobard Thawne, and he's had the brilliant idea of trying to bitch Wally (for who's not familiar with bitching, it means turning an Alpha or a Beta into an Omega. The mechanics of how this happens vary). He's the only Speedster with actual powers, while Wally and Barry are normal people or almost.
Oh and the person they're talking about is Dick! Dick is having a rough time of his own and is pregnant at the moment, and when they met up that day, Wally got very protective. Nobody liked that.
Also to be clear, Wally is not a kid or a pup at all. He's 20ish and has two pups with his mate already. Eo is just being creepy about it.
(TW: RAPE and NSFW under the cut)
Kid’s still tight, and getting fucked at that pace would be hard to endure even for a seasoned Omega. Alpha’s pussies - when they even have them - are usually a little more than vestigial and Eobard has to hand it to him, Wallace kept his own perfectly untouched up until very recently.
And yes, the first couple of times were essentially agony, but the boy is getting quickly used to it. Now his body gleams with sweat in the candlelight and his voice is a plea of whimpery gasps and punched out exhales, but he doesn’t scream and writhe in pain anymore. He doesn’t thrash either or snarl, or any of those defiant displays that have been quite hard to curb, but finally Wally only twitches and fists at the bedsheet, and if Eobard touches him right, sometimes he mellows down and his waist bucks up.
He tries to do that now, slowing down to a rolling motion and calling off his light, and if the kid deflates with an exhausted shiver, his eyes widen and he can’t keep a soft sound when his tip gets brushed and then massaged, Eobard finding himself pleased at how leaky and hard the other quickly gets.
«You’re doing great, pup.» He murmurs with a smile, mimicking something he’s heard Barry say when comforting him. «Give in to it now. Feel good.»
Wally’s arm rises, tugs at one pillow and brings it down to his face. The kid stuffs his nose and mouth into it and breathes in, mewling a moment later, and Eobard roughly chuckles at the realization that the fabric has to smell a lot like Barry.
«You’d like it if it was him…?» He says as he smears pre on his tip, then starts jerking him off at the same pace of his own thrusts. «You’d like to spread your legs for an Omega? Your uncle, even?»
«Nh… no…» The kid croons quietly and shakes his head, of course not. Eobard knows the smell of Barry only provides him comfort. That’s alright, he’s going to fuck him with his face stuffed into items that Barry scented, so he’ll end up soaking wet every time his uncle is around. That’d be interesting.
«I know.» He whispers, mockingly affectionate as he leans down to run a palm along the sweaty, long column of Wally’s exposed neck. The kid is handsome, that he surely is. The mottled bruises and partially healed gashes on his throat and shoulder don’t take anything away, they look quite good on him instead. «What about that little thing you met today? When he was around you started smelling like a pastry shop… you used to warm each other’s nest?»
Wally replies with a twitch and a sound deep in his chest that maybe had to be a growl, but out of it as he is only sounds like a keen. Eobard doesn’t appreciate it anyway, purposefully pressing on his neck with both thumb and claw, right over one of the freshest marks.
«Answer, Wallace.» He says warningly as he kid gasps like his airflow was being restricted, growing slack under him.
«He’s… he was…» He tries, his pussy twitching in a way that gets a pleased low growl out of Eobard. «Brother-in-arms.»
«But you did sleep with him.» He insists, pushing into the bruises and deliberately moving into the kid’s heat, shivering in pleasure at how Wally pleads with a noise that sounds nothing like an Alpha would make. «Didn’t you, kiddo.»
«Yes.» The boy finally says, giving in to the pressure on the bite mark. «I… I… we weren’t mates. It’s… it was…»
«Harmless fun, I get it. You’re young.» Eobard says and lets up, turning the pressure back into a massage. «Now stay just like this.»
Wally grits his teeth but doesn’t protest, keeping his face turned to a side and his neck exposed. He still loathes submission bites but it’s getting better, he doesn’t need to be held down through them anymore, and by consequence they don’t end up ripping through him like Eobard was trying to tear at his jugular. Indeed he doesn’t even grab a hold of the kid, letting him hide into the pillow while rumbling and mouthing the old wounds on his neck, choosing a spot. He decides on one of the oldest injuries, the bruises faded to a yellowish tint, and lets the kid grab up onto his back and brace himself before actually sinking his teeth in.
(...)
#my asks#my fanfiction#trust my weirdo brain to come out of the woodwork with weird niche ships and obsess over things no one gives 2 shiz about lol#does this ship even have a name anyway#Eowally? Is that a thing...?#welp#Eobard Thawne/Wally West
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Rule: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPS, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received. Tagged by the incredible @setsailslash
I'm extending this to a week, to give folks a chance to read the previews beforehand. Previews for each WIP below the cut!
And I'm forcing @daemoninwhiteround2 @scandalsavagefanfic @sarriathmg and @nightwang96 to join in the fun, because I know they've got some excellent WIPs tucked away.
Enjoy the previews! 💙
Wild West AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Mature
The main street of Gotham rises like a vulture’s shadow over the prairie, solidifying before their eyes as Slade guides them towards the townsfolk milling through its paved streets. They strike Dick as odd; it’s not often towns this far out on the county’s border will bother with infrastructure. But even the wooden facades of the bank and the sheriff’s office are immaculately painted, not a single chip to mar their appearance.
Dick casts his gaze around, pitching his voice above the gentle clop of their horses’ hooves. “This place looks well-to-do.”
“You’ll do well to keep your mouth shut and your comments to yourself, boy,” Slade reminds him, and Dick sighs as he steers them towards the hitching posts of the saloon.
They earn a few wayward glances as Slade dismounts, the spurs of his boots chiming gently as he steadies himself and deftly lashes his reins to the timber. Dick leans his bound wrists onto his saddlehorn and offers him an amused smirk when he circles around to meet him.
The look Slade gives him is unimpressed, like he knows exactly what game Dick is playing at. To be fair, it isn’t the first time they’ve played, but Dick is always looking for the simplest, time-proven means to irritate the man. It’s the least he can do.
“Dismount,” Slade commands, and Dick’s gaze flicks to the slatted saloon doors and back again.
“Too tired to lift me off yourself, old man?” he purrs, flashing Slade a thinly veiled smile.
That blue eye rolls, one hand snapping out to seize Dick’s belt. There he pauses, the threat obvious, and Dick tenses.
“Hop down, boy, or I’ll pull you down. Quicksmart.”
“That’d cause a scene,” Dick murmurs down at him.
A muscle in Slade’s jaw ticks. “If these townsfolk are wanting to see a criminal spluttering in the dirt, who am I to deprive them of the entertainment?”
Dick’s ribs twinge at the threat, the reminder of their last venture into a populated town still fresh in his mind. One snowy brow crooks, and Dick kicks his boot from its stirrup, shifting until he can dismount clumsily.
One broad hand falls to his hip to steady him when he staggers at the force of his descent, dust gathering around his calves as he sucks in a breath. Dick clenches his fists to curb the way he wants to flinch from under that grip.
Slade’s lips brush his ear, breath warm in the stagnant air as he murmurs, “Keep testing me, and I’ll leave you tied in the sun with the horses.” Then he straightens, that hand shifting back up to the small of Dick’s back, to press his shirt into the beads of sweat that have been slowly gathering there. “But I thought you said you were thirsty.”
It takes most of his self-control to unwind his jaw and mutter, “Yes.”
“What was that, boy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Slade murmurs, one wrist winding through the tether of Dick’s cuffs. His tongue clicks once as Dick falls into step, and he takes the time to glare at the man as they cross onto the timber floorboards.
Pacific Rim AU — Tim Drake/Jason Todd — Mature
You can begin to read this here.
“You know who they assigned me to?” Jason asks, and Dinah shakes her head clinically.
“Not my place to ask. I don’t need to know to provide my diagnosis.”
“But you know, right?” Jason presses anyway, holding her gaze, because he and Dinah go way back. She’s got a better map of his head than anyone, and he hasn’t even shared a drift with her.
Dinah purses her lips, considering her answer for a moment. “I don’t know,” she answers, honestly. “But I can guesstimate their height based on the dysmorphia.” Jason waits. “They gave you Drake, huh?”
“Has he seen you?” Jason asks, and Dinah nods. “You wanna give me a heads up on anything?”
“There’s legislation that prevents me from disclosing confidential patient information,” Dinah reminds him with a wry smirk.
“Well, he’s gotta have all the pieces ticking up there if you’ve approved him for duty,” Jason reasons, and Dinah doesn’t acknowledge that, but she does smile like she’s proud of his deductive reasoning. Jason leans his forearms onto his knees, bowing forwards as he studies her expression. “And he’s gotta be pretty fucked up in there for him to still want to be a pilot. What’s his motivation?”
Dinah doesn’t gratify that with an answer, and Jason sighs.
“Fine. He said he’d lost people. How many copilots has he had before me?”
“That’s classified information,” Dinah provides on auto-pilot, and Jason frowns.
“Two,” Jason retorts, and lifts the fingers on his left hand for emphasis. “I’ve had two copilots so far. Tim’s my third. Based on what I’ve seen of the inside of his skull, I’m at least his third. But I get the impression with a career as illustrious as his, I’m well out of the ballpark.”
“Does the number of co-pilots he’s had previously trouble you?” Dinah asks.
It’s a digging question, and Jason’s lips twist, but he answers, “Just want to know if I’m up to scratch or if they threw me in here because they had no other option.”
"It can't be both?"
Royal AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Mature
"Will you be back later tonight?"
The crown prince's skin looks bronze in the flickering torch light. Stretched out across the furs and linens, all plump sinew and firm muscle bared, Slade could mistake him for a sculpture.
Those blue eyes are heavy, indolent. The smile tugging at his lips even more so. He'll rise soon, to clean the stain of Slade's release from between his thighs; but for now he indulges.
Slade lowers his eyes to the teeth of his belt, scabbard rattling against his armour as he redresses. "I will. I'll wake you."
Prince Richard turns over, spine arching as he stretches into a more favourable position. Slade has never understood how such positions could be comfortable — far more suited to a hard stretcher or a thin bedroll from his earlier military days than the palatial silks that line Dick's bed — but he also supposes pleasure and discomfort are often bedfellows when it comes to the prince.
Slade pauses to press a lingering kiss to the prince's shoulder as he passed. He's enjoyed many luxuries since he came into the royal employ. Slade's still learning to enjoy them fully.
Dom/Sub AU — Dorian Chase/Dick Grayson — Mature
“Shit, kid,” Dorian sneers, half-impressed, half-disgusted. It makes Dick’s chest pang. “They really did a number on you, didn’t they?”
“Dorian,” Dick wheezes, but the rest of his sentence is swallowed in a groan when he’s dumped on the concrete.
“Stay,” Dorian orders, thrumming with command, and Dick’s muscles unspool of their own will. His shoulders roll forward, breath sighing from his lungs as all of him melts pliantly into the floor at Dorian’s heel. Beneath Dorian’s heel, when the vigilante rests a boot on the back of Dick’s upturned neck. “Good.”
He doesn't stay there long. It might feel like an eternity to Dick, all of his focus narrowed to the scrape of Dorian's tread over his skin. But it can't be more than a few contemplative minutes before Dorian is shifting down to crouch beside Dick's prone form.
“Tell me what Eddie and Liu did to you,” Dorian instructs, and Dick hiccups on his next breath. It hurts, even now, even after the months Dick’s had to work through it. The hours he’s dedicated in therapy to getting over one bad dom.
He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to talk about it. Dick doesn’t want to have to relive every excruciating moment, squeeze out every blind ounce of trust he put in his former doms. Doesn’t want to pick over every wrong word he said, to earn their betrayal. Doesn’t want to analyse every disappointed look, to work out when he should have seen it coming.
Dorian doesn’t give him the reprieve. Dorian’s never been that kind of person.
Bodyguard AU — Harvey Dent/Lincoln March — Explicit
Lincoln blinks. Harvey shifts, uncomfortable with being so vulnerable.
Repeats himself, rephrases it to, "Fuck me, damnit. Hard."
And he must have had a lot of champagne, because the words don't stop pouring out of him; every fantasy Harvey's had spilling up.
"Push me down on my knees and make me suck your cock. Throw me onto the bed and fuck me until I come without even being touched. Make it hurt. Make me enjoy it."
Lincoln doesn't move, and Harvey can feel the frustration ebbing; he's not going to get what he wants, he's drunk, this was stupid—
And then Lincoln moves.
Hunger Games — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Explicit
You can read the beginning of this series here.
He forces a smile onto his face when the door whispers open, blinking back the last of his prickling tears to beam at his guest.
In all honesty, Dick is terrified. The thought of servicing Slade Wilson, the gamemaker who crafted his Games, who nearly sent Dick to his death… It’s too much to stomach.
If the dread is plain on Dick's face, Slade doesn't acknowledge it. He takes his time crossing the room, surveying Dick where he sits. Those eyes pin him to the bed like a butterfly to a board, and Dick's chest feels tight beneath the draping sequins and fabric.
When Slade reaches out, Dick flinches. Doesn't pull back, lest he provoke the gamemaker, and chastises himself for being so obvious. Dick's spent months playing at this game, preparing for this dreaded moment. He's a victor, for Christsakes; he needs to be smarter than this. His survival depends on it, now more than ever.
The earrings clatter, little gems chiming, when Slade tips his face up with two fingers beneath his chin. With the height disadvantage, Dick feels small and outmatched, his pulse a drum in his chest.
Slade fingers the sapphires, watching them refract the light. “Are these pierced?” he asks, and Dick glances down, shaking his head.
He tugs them free of Dick’s ears, tossing them aside. Dick swallows, summoning resolve as he’s made bare before his gamemaker.
Dom/Sub AU — Tim Drake/Jason Todd — Mature
You can begin to read this here.
"As his physician, I'm asking you to leave."
Tim does his utmost not to bristle. "And I'm refusing, as his dom."
When Jason flinches at that assessment, bare shoulders pulling together beneath the harsh fluorescents, Tim swallows and shifts into a less rigid stance.
"I'm not trying to be an ass," Tim begins with, and forges ahead despite Dr Thompkins' arched and acerbic brow. "But I have a responsibility to Jason, now that he's my sub. His well-being is my priority. If I'm responsible for his care and maintenance, I need to know his afflictions. All of them, not just the ones he wants to tell me about. Then I can be mindful of them when we scene. Can't soothe a bruise with a harder hand, or so the saying goes. I'm staying."
Dr Thompkins watches him for a moment before straightening and holding Jason's attention like Tim had never spoken.
Jason's lip twitches at that, the first hint of positivity that Tim's seen from the moping teen all week.
"Legally, I can't remove him," she tells him, and Tim bites his lip to let her have this small victory. "He's entitled to attend on you, as your dom. But I want to take this opportunity to remind you that I'm your physician, Jason. And my confidentiality does not bend, not matter how persistent the dom."
Star Wars AU — Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Tim Drake/Damian Wayne — Teen & Up
You can begin to read this here.
Some of his lackadaisical grace is marred by the onset of adrenaline, sliding into that entrancing focus Tim’s all too familiar with.
It’s not like Tim’s focus; it’s more fluid, less tangible. Shifting around his opponents, to ensnare and entrance. Tim’s spent years beneath Dick’s leadership, learning to undo the effect that trance has on him. Learning to ensnare himself.
Dick rolls his sabers over his palms, the motion an outlet as much as it is a goad. He can see how tightly the jedi is wound, how firm a grasp he has over his control as they circle one another. Their footsteps are steady, pace languid if not for the thick undercurrent of anticipation that runs between them.
“Been a while,” Dick calls around a broad smile. The flares of his saber reflect off the whites of his teeth, carving them into vicious incisors.
Tim doesn’t bite. He knows every tactic the knight has to offer; distracting him with banter is hardly the sharpest tool in Dick’s arsenal.
He rolls his shoulders, sliding into a stance as he grips his saberstaff in a defensive lean.
Dick considers him for a moment, the last dregs of amicability dying as those lips close thin over his teeth. “Alright,” he says, dangerous and resigned, and springs.
Wild West AU — Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne — Mature
The boy is persistent, Bruce will give him that.
He’s swearing up a storm, wrists burning raw with the friction of the ropes he won’t stop trying to fight.
Bruce ignores him, checking his mare over. She’s remarkably placid, considering Bruce has never handled her before. Her tack is worn in places, repaired in others. Meticulously maintained, despite its age. The mare, too, is in good nick; her girth filled out, and coat gleaming in the midday sun.
Bruce flicks a glance towards her ears, and sensing no protest, dips a hand into her saddlebags.
Her owner isn’t nearly so neutral. “Hey!” the boy pipes up, slightly breathless. Bruce doesn’t even look down. “I said, hey!”
“You did,” Bruce agrees, retrieving a tattered novel from the saddlebags. He flicks idly past the worn cover, skimming the prose.
“That’s mine,” the boy snarls, with such indignant fury that Bruce glances up from his place on the page.
Hockey AU — Duke Thomas/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson — Explicit
"You're sloppy," Duke says without looking up.
That hits Jason under the ribs. He cocks his hip, tilting his head to survey the goalie. "Excuse me?"
Duke looks up, his gaze arresting. "You're sloppy. You miss passes. You make too many turnovers."
Abruptly, Jason feels defensive. "In the rush of a game—"
"Let me be clear," Duke says with a mirthless huff. He sets his stick against the goalpost to give Jason his full attention. "You miss easy passes. You make too many easy turnovers."
"Is that so?"
Duke crosses his arms over his chest at Jason's tone, unfazed. "The GM brought me in to give this team a breath of fresh air before playoffs. If you don't want my insight—"
"No, please," Jason says, haughty without being able to pin down why. "Give me the miraculous insight you gleaned from sitting at one end of the ice, watching through bars."
Vikings AU — Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson — Explicit
Dick laughs when Slade tips him back into the bed of furs, ankles still hooked over his hips. His dark hair looks like water in the nighttime, trickling between the soft white fleece as Slade lifts a hand to trail down his cheekbone.
He's still bloody, still stained with the rot of battle, but so is Slade. It flakes beneath his touch, Dick's warm, blemished skin waiting for him beneath.
Dick's eyes are hooded, his throat tipped back for Slade to kiss down as his fingers move deftly for the knots at the warrior's waist. They fall apart with a harsh tug that rocks Dick up the bed, drawing another chuckle from his smiling lips.
"You nearly died out there, today," Dick hums, arching to press his collarbones to Slade's fingers when he slides them up Dick's chest, shucking his tunic with heady care. "Again."
Slade breaks from his warm skin long enough to murmur, "I have Hel's blessing."
Dick scoffs, lips curling further in his mirth as Slade sits back on his heels to tug his own tunic over his head. When he looks back down, Dick is watching him, all indolence and amusement.
"You'll slight her one day," he warns, shivering when Slade's calloused fingertips trace the blue inked vegvisir on his wrist, trailing up his forearm to finger the heavy gold of his wedding band. "Outlive her graces, and then she'll take you from me."
Slade smiles, soft and amused, and dips his head to kiss Dick's shoulder, wrap his hands around his husband's narrow waist as Dick's ankles tighten around his back. Holding them together, as inseparable here as they had been on the battlefield.
"Never."
Omegaverse AU — Apollo/Midnighter/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson —Explicit
Apollo can feel Mid's temple cushioned on his collarbone, Slade's steady presence at his back. Cracking his eyes open reveals the murky shadows of their bedroom, sunlight lain across his brow like a lover's touch.
Everything is muted, the sweet dregs of slumber still clinging. Apollo becomes blearily aware of what's woken him:
Jason, straddling his thighs, his wet heat grinding against Apollo. Coaxing the alpha to half-hardness in the morning light. Enough that he can begin to lower himself into Apollo's length.
A whine fills the room when Apollo reaches a hand down to splay over Jason's thigh, anchoring him.
"Oh, starlight," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep.
Thank you for reading 💖
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The sladick royal au fanfic writers are doing god’s work
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I can't believe I actually enjoyed Sladick fanfic. Especially Royal Au!!!!!!
Feeling free to send AO3 fic recommendations.
I will happily indulge my self of reading them for months. 🫶🫶🫶
My heart's keeps looking for more. 🤩🤩🤩
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Hi, Ana! I hope you have a good day! I remember you've said Slade's people love Dick but I wonder wether were there any who wished ill for him? Or saw him purely as King's glorified fucktoy and made a mistake of suggesting something like that around the King himself?
Hi, anon! Thank you, I hope you're having a great day as well ☺️💕 And I absolutely love your ask, thank you for the opportunity to talk about this!!
The short answer is yes, of course some of Slade's people wish ill for Dick. A bunch of them want to get rid of him too, but let's not focus on that now. Actually, there are Defiance's common people that wish ill for Dick! Just a few weeks ago Defiance and Gotham were at war so obviously there are people who still perceive Dick as an enemy.
I could try to draw this out but I'm shit at drawing 🤣 so let me do it this way: I'd divide Slade's people in three groups - ones that love Dick right away, ones that are uncertain and wary of him, and the ones that straight out hate him. That last one can be split up into another groups - into those who literally just wish Dick ill and nothing more; those who are spitting hateful words at him whenever they can; and those who'd try to make his life harder and attempt to physically hurt Dick to show him how below them he really is.
I won't divide them even more cuz that would get messy but I'll just add that yes, some of them see Dick just as Slade's little slut, others see him as a pawn in Slade's plan for more power and even Gotham itself; some even think of Dick as war trophy. You get the drill.
About those that spit out hateful words at him - Dick just allows them to swear at him and call him bad names. They're not stupid and they don't touch him so it's not like they're doing anything. Besides, he's already used to mean words, being called a bastard child and bastard prince in Gotham, so ignoring them is easy. He's not going to lower himself to their level and try to make them stop doing it - it didn't work when he was a kid and it won't work now.
Slade, on the other hand. Slade has ways of making them shut up.
Hope that answered your question alright! And now (who would have guessed it?) a little story :3
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Dick liked Slade's men, those closest to his husband. All of them were very polite, treating him with respect and they always made sure he was comfortable with what they were doing. Sir Wintergreen reminded him of Alfred, with being in charge of most things and the way he was fussing over almost everything. He also wasn't afraid to tell Slade off if the man did something wrong, which was a trait very rare even in Defiance.
"You can come to me with any problem you have." He assured Dick quietly one day when Slade wasn't there. "We both know that His Majesty is the one you should report all issues to first but if you ever feel uncomfortable with telling him anything, I'm right here at your service."
Dick really appreciated it. Slade had a lot more important matters to take care of than what little problems Dick could have. Sir Wintergreen, while still being Slade's right-hand man, assured him that he'll always find time for him and if not take care of the problem himself, then he'll know who to talk to.
But there was something Dick didn't dare to tell even him.
"Look where the hell you're going." One of the men sneered at Dick. His hands twitched, as if he wanted to shove Dick at the wall for standing in his way. "You shouldn't even be in this part of the castle."
Dick straightened immediately, raising his chin. He was just walking around the castle, admiring portraits that adorned its stone walls, when they walked from around the corner and almost bumped into Dick, too busy talking to notice him. But it was all Dick's fault, of course.
From what he knew, those men still worked strictly for his husband but not as directly. Slade still saw them frequently, at meetings and what not, but they mostly took orders from other knights, such as sir Wintergreen or sir Isherwood.
Dick absolutely despised them.
"I'm allowed to be here." He said, because despite whatever they were thinking, Slade never forbade him going into certain parts of the castle or exploring it on his own.
"You're allowed to stay on your knees by our King's bed." another one of them snarled. "And that should be enough for you, Gotham whore."
"Watch your tone-"
"Or what?" The first one stepped forward, towering over Dick with a nasty grin. "You're not even married to our King yet. What can you do?"
"Nothing." The third one offered lazily with a smirk of his own. "Even after you marry him, there still will be nothing you can do. Wanna know why?"
"Get out of my way." Dick hissed out through clenched teeth.
They stepped away and let him through, cackling loudly behind him even as he forced himself to walk down the hall in calm steps. Arguing with them would be useless and won't change a thing.
“Look at that, he doesn’t wanna know!”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s because he already knows well that he’s nothing more than just our King’s glorified fucktoy!”
Breathe. Breathe, Dick.
He did his best to ignore the way they kept calling after him, yelling insults and names and turned a corner as soon as it was possible. It wasn’t very likely that they’d follow him but Dick still wanted to get as far away from them as he could, as far away as it took to stop hearing them. He disappeared behind the wall with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and managed to take only a few steps before bumping into someone painfully.
He bounced off a strong chest with force and supported himself with the wall, desperate not to fall to the floor. Not in front another one of them, not after all the talk about him staying on his knees-
“I apologize-” he started, straightening. “I’m-”
His Majesty Slade Wilson stood in front of him, dressed in all his regalia with a sword strapped to his hip. He looked at Dick with a face that betrayed no emotion and suddenly Dick couldn’t utter another word. He could just look his future husband in the eye, with his lips slightly agape and fingers shaking. His chest began to hurt and only then he realized that he stopped breathing.
“Are you hurt?” Slade asked lowly. His voice was tinted with contained anger and Dick violently lowered his head.
“Your Majesty-” Dick said, gasped out the words, but he didn’t know what else to say. Slade heard them. Heard what they said about Dick, still could hear the laughter and comments coming from behind his back.
“That was quite a force you walked into me.” Slade continued. His voice turned more gentle as he reached to cup Dick’s jaw fondly and raise his head for their eyes to meet. “I shouldn’t be standing in the way like that, my prince, I apologize. Are you alright?”
Dick swallowed, throat bobbing nervously. “I’m fine,” he whispered.
Slade nodded.
“Good.” he said, stroking his thumb against the skin of Dick’s cheek. He leaned down to kiss him and Dick… Dick let him, eyes fluttering closed when their lips pressed together. Usually, Dick tried to stop this sort of affections as they weren’t married yet but this time he allowed himself to forget and find comfort in the sensation.
The kiss ended as soon as it began, and Slade stepped away with the last brush of his lips against Dick's temple.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Slade said. His eye burned with anger again as he looked over Dick’s head. “I have a matter to take care of.”
He started towards the source of still-ongoing laughter. To do exactly what, Dick didn’t know, but he knew one thing - that Slade was a man that didn’t shy away from any fight and that he just heard someone insult his fiance.
There was a sword at his hip.
“Please-” Dick started. His voice trembled but it was still enough to make Slade stop. “You don’t have to-”
Slade looked over his shoulder at him. He no longer looked like a man that could softly cradle his face like he did just a moment ago and kiss him so gently he forgot about anything else.
“It’s not your choice to make.” Defiance’s king said. “It was theirs.”
#we need more of protective Slade#this was in my wips for so long im so fcking sorry#and i said it before but maybe someone didnt see it - the last chapter of conflict resolution will have to wait a bit#cuz im fighting with the fics for sladin week's mini event#i was thinking its taking place by the end of may but no its at the beginning#so yeah#sladick royal au#anon#sladick#sladedick#dickstroke#sladin#slade x dick#my writing#if there's any mistakes or something feels wrong its because i have a headache#so sorry about that
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I know you're already writing two more parts for Royal AU but I hope you won't get mad if I ask about this concept: the union is largely inconvenient for other kingdoms because it will give King Wayne and King Wilson too much power so when the wedding day comes there is a murder attempt at easier target - prince Richard - to prevent the union and possibly create a new conflict between Kings.
Of course I won't get mad, thank you so much for your ask 💕💕 I just hope you won't get mad for how long it took me to finish the story for you 🥺 But to make up for it, it's extra long (5k words exactly). Hope that's alright!
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Sladick royal au, part 7
[masterlist of au]
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Despite how many hours had already passed since the beginning of their wedding celebration, the fun still continued in all its intensivity. Wines, meads and every other possible Defiance liquor were poured generously; food disappeared from the tables so quickly that servants had no time to catch a breath and the floors kept creaking joyfully under dancing people's boots.
Dick watched it all with a smile, catching his breath after the last dance he shared with Slade. His husband stood a few steps away from him, conferring quietly with Wintergreen and Dick didn't dare to disturb them, much less eavesdrop on their conversation. Whatever they were discussing, if at any degree it concerned Dick, Slade will tell him all about it later after the celebration will end.
"Dickie!" a voice called from behind Dick's back and the young consort turned around to see Jason, pushing his way through the other guests. He wasn't running just yet but his steps were so fast it was easy to see that he was forcing himself not to. Behind him, walking at a decidedly slower, leisurely pace, Bruce shook his head in amusement at Jason's behavior.
Dick himself couldn't stop a fond smile from entering his lips at the sight. He wasn't able to spend as much time with his family as he wanted to, due to the responsibilities of being the host and to Slade himself, but they did see each other from time to time to talk and dance.
Slade couldn't refuse him the right to dance with his father or with Jason, no matter how much he might have wanted to.
"Hi, Jay." Dick replied affectionately, wrapping his arms around his brother's frame when the boy threw himself at Dick. "How are you finding the celebration?"
"You're asking the same thing every time you see us. The answer still didn't change, dumbass." Jason rolled his eyes but the playful smile on his lips betrayed him. "But it would be better if I could just sit somewhere quiet and read."
"Of course it would." Dick laughed, running his fingers through his curly hair. "I promise I'll show you the royal library next time."
Jason squeezed him a little tighter at his words. They couldn't be sure when they will be able to see each other again, even more after the celebration will come to an end and so Dick fully intended to make the most of the situation right now. He really hoped Slade wouldn't forbid them seeing each other. Just thinking about it made Dick sick.
"Yeah, you better!"
"Oh but let him fool you, Dick, he basically sleeps with the books you sent him so far." Bruce threw him a smile over Jason's head, ignoring the boy's sharp cry of protest. "Gotham writers' novels bore him ever since he became acquainted with Defiance's literature."
"It's hardly surprising." Dick chuckled good-naturedly. "I read quite a lot of them myself now and I have to admit that they're very interesting. Almost like stories from another world."
"They're amazing!" Jason agreed happily, stepping away from Dick at last. Dick allowed him out of his embrace with the last ruffling of his hair. "Not only is the style of writing different from Gotham's novels but almost everything else too. The way characters think, the way they talk, what they do! Even their food is different from ours! And- um..." Jason hesitated, glancing in Bruce's direction and scratched the back of his neck nervously. "And, you know, the... descriptions too."
Dick forced himself to smile. The books he sent over for Jason weren't the worst he had found in Slade's library - Slade would probably laugh at how... mild they were. But for Jason, who wasn't at all used to Defiance's culture, the way characters displayed affection for each other had to be quite a shock at first. In Gotham, even in the romance books, simple kiss scenes were short and just that, simple. Defiance's writers, however, loved details and throughout descriptions.
Dick chose the least graphic novels he could find to send over to Jason, not only because of his brother, whom he didn't want to taint with barbaric scenes (although, of course, that was the main reason) but also because he knew Bruce would get those books into his hands sooner or later. Dick doubted Bruce knew how shameless Defiance's people really were and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as it was possible.
"Well, it can't be denied that writers here are a little more... bold in their works." Dick said slowly, carefully keeping his face from wincing.
"Bold isn't the word I would use." Bruce deadpanned in answer. "Apart from that, if you asked any of them, surely no one would tell you that they're writing about something obscene. Since they were raised that way and these are the rules in their country, it's hardly surprising that they follow such customs."
Dick looked away in hopes it would conceal his blush, even just a little. He really didn't want to talk again about the way Slade kissed him in front of everyone, literal steps away from Roy. The talk they already had was more than enough for him - Bruce made sure to let Slade know what he thinks about that very clearly.
"It's fascinating." Jason shrugged. He eyed the goblet of mead in Bruce's hand before glancing at Dick, as if his brother's presence would help him steal a sip from it. "The way they don't care about other people around, and how they're proud of being in love. It's just you and your lover that's important, not what others think about it. It makes for great forbidden-love stories."
Forbidden-love stories meant less open affection scenes and that was one of the reasons why Dick sent Jason so many of them but he wasn't going to say that outloud.
“I’m happy you like them, Jason.” he settled on with a small smile and Jason grinned back.
"As long as they're just stories." Bruce sighed.
Dick parted his lips to reply when he got the feeling of being watched. Slade was still busy with Wintergreen and when Dick looked around to locate the source of this feeling, his eyes met with Ra's al Ghul's iron gaze. He inclined his head in a bow and forced himself to smile. Ra's didn't bow back, didn't take his eyes off Dick but his lips did curved into a smile. It wasn't a nice smile. No, Ra's smiled as if he knew a secret Dick had no way of knowing.
Taking his eyes off Ra's felt like looking away from an opponent in the middle of a sword fight but Dick forced himself to do that too.
Ever since Dick was a kid, he knew that Ra's al Ghul was not to be underestimated. His name held as much power as Slade's, maybe even more - Ra's was dangerous but unlike Slade, he didn't like to get his hands dirty unnecessarily. It was said that while for Slade Wilson the world was one big battlefield, for Ra's al Ghul it was a chessboard. His country - an empire - was enormous thanks to the wars and Ra's' schemes that the man reveled in.
Dick had no intention of offending him in any way. Ra's was a power not even Slade wanted to mess with with no real purpose ("too much trouble" Dick heard him say once) and the ruler of Nanda Parbat was one of the first of their guests officially welcomed to the ceremony by the royal couple. It was a show, if anything else, of paying Ra's the respect his power deserved.
To be honest, Dick didn't even expect Ra's to attend their wedding ceremony at all. He wasn't exactly a type that just went to parties where he would only waste his time among the common folk he considered the rulers of other countries to be. The fact that Ra's had come to their wedding and then didn't leave the celebration for all those hours must've meant that the man regarded the power Defiance and Gotham became after the unification. Because the marriage between Slade and Dick not only meant the end of war - it also meant the union between their countries that made them as powerful as ever.
Dick shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. There was no use thinking about any of that now. It didn't matter that Dick didn't like the way Ra's grinned at him - al Ghul was just another guest at their wedding that was celebrating with everyone else. Besides, even if the man wanted to have any business with them, Slade will be the one taking care of that.
Bruce and Jason were still busy discussing Defiance's culture. Dick slid the goblet from his father's hand and took a big swallow of the mead before handing it over to Jason.
"Dick!" Bruce hissed at him and Dick just shrugged.
Bruce reached out to get the goblet back before Jason would manage to get a sip, as Jason let out a victorious "Aha!" and moved away from his reach.
"Jason! Give it back, you're too young to drink." Bruce scolded, still trying to take the goblet away from him when another person joined their little circle and he instinctively straightened, almost despite himself.
With that little movement Bruce was gone, in his place stood now King Wayne, the ruler of Gotham.
"Your Majesty." He greeted shortly, with a face devoid of any emotions. He specifically didn't look at the hand Slade put on the small of Dick's back.
"King Wayne." Slade greeted back lazily, as if they hadn't already seen each other plenty that night. "Prince Jason. It's always a pleasure to see you."
Jason took advantage of Slade's arrival and took a few small sips of the mead. After that, Dick took the goblet from him before he could drink too much and Jason allowed him to do that without a word of protest, only sending him a playful smirk.
"Your Majesty." Jason bowed just slightly. "Or shall I call you 'brother' now?"
Bruce choked on the drink he finally got back and Slade barked a surprised laugh.
"I take it you're finding the liquors well?" he asked with an amused smile.
"Your country is full of wonders, Your Majesty." Bruce replied harshly. His eyes arrowed just slightly in annoyance. "It's no surprise that your liquors are satisfactory as well."
Slade seemed pleased with the answer. "All the best for such an honorable occasion." he said, glancing at Dick out of the corner of his eye. "Richard deserves all the best for the celebration."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Dick murmured, inclining his head. "Your generosity brings me great joy."
"Oh, aren't you a proper little thing." Slade purred out. He cupped Dick's cheek to raise his head and press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Dick was sure he heard the way Jason gasped in shock but all he could focus on right now was the look on Slade's face. "Why don't you bring me something to drink, love, and then we'll go greet the rest of the guests?"
Dick swallowed. In Gotham, he would never lower himself to obey that request but he was in Defiance now. He had to remind himself of that fact, over and over again. He was in Defiance now and different rules applied here. It was alright. He saw Apollo bring Midnighter food or drink plenty of times when the man asked and he always seemed happy to do that.
But before Dick could nod or even part his lips to answer, Bruce's angry voice boomed beside them.
"Find yourself a servant to do that." he almost growled, as close to breaking The Proper King's image as he ever got. "I do not care what rules your country has, I will not allow you to humiliate my son any further."
"Father-" Dick tried, but Bruce wasn't quite done.
"He's your husband, not a toy and definitely not a personal attendant of yours!"
Slade barely reacted at the words, merely raising his brows. His hand was on Dick's hip now, a loose weight pressing them close together but it didn't feel like being trapped.
"No, he's not. But you're the only one insinuating he is, King Wayne, and for that I could cut off your tongue." Slade answered coldly. "Why would there be anything wrong with him getting me something to drink?"
"He's a crown prince-"
"He's a royal consort now actually." Slade interrupted carelessly. "And if my memory serves me right, just a few hours ago you were one of the witnesses to our vows, where we swore to take care of each other."
"Using my son as your errand boy is hardly taking care of him."
"I'll take care of him alright, you don't have to worry about that, Your Majesty." Bruce flinched at the words and Jason grabbed at his arm before anything could happen. A lot of people kept glancing in the direction, curious of what was happening even if they weren't speaking loudly. "And I'm sure you know that the vows work both ways - by bringing me a drink Richard will care about me. Besides, I'm sure that even if I hadn't asked, he'd offer to bring me something on his own accord, with how polite and trained you made him."
And the truth was, Dick probably would, sooner or later. But there was a difference in just doing it and in Slade asking for the drink, like Bruce would do with a servant.
"Trained!" Bruce echoed in indignation. "How dare you-"
"Father, please. Now is not the time nor place for this." Dick pleaded hurriedly. When Bruce clenched his jaw, as if that was the only thing stopping him from screaming, Dick looked over at Slade. "Your Majesty-"
"I don't need any apologies, Richard, if that's what you're trying to do." Slade waved a hand dismissively. "The war between our countries may have ended but the hatred is quite difficult to eradicate. You should know that very well yourself."
Dick curled his fingers in the material of his cloak.
"I do not hate you." he confessed in a whisper. So quiet he wasn't sure if Bruce was able to hear it at all.
Slade's lips curled into a slow smirk, "Perhaps."
"People are looking." Jason muttered uncomfortably. He looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but here and Dick couldn't really blame him. "I'm not saying you should hug or anything but..."
"We shouldn't argue." Bruce grunted. "People have enough to talk about."
"Maybe you should think about that before you open your mouth next time, Your Majesty." Slade bared his teeth in a wolfish smile. "I'll be the one to bring us something to drink then, Richard. Excuse me."
He gently uncurled Dick's hand from the cloak to press the back of it to his lips, in a manner that started to feel as familiar as breathing to Dick with how often it happened, and then he was gone.
"That was... um." Jason started uncertainty.
"Yeah." Dick breathed out, looking after his husband. "Yeah, it was."
With all the commotion, Dick completely forgot about Ra's al Ghul and his strange smile. Neither did he notice how that smile got even bigger during the argument or the weird sign Ra's made with his hand when everyone's attention was somewhere else.
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Greeting guests was a pretty boring, repetitive process. It was almost the same with every single one of them, with slight differences here and there but mostly it based on charming smiles and "We greet you, welcome to Defiance", "We're the most grateful for your presence at our celebration" and "Thank you for your kind words and wishes". Slade was the one who did most of the introductions and took care of the more political side of the greetings, while Dick was the one for pretty words and charming their guests. He's been doing that since he was nine years old and first came to live with Bruce in a castle, and he did it almost with no second thought at all.
Slade seemed satisfied with his acting as well, just smirking when some of Defiance diplomats and nobles cooed over how polite and lovely Dick was.
"This marriage was a great idea." one of the baroness admitted with a warm smile. She was quite drunk at this point and her husband kept sending her quick panicked looks, as if afraid she'd say something wrong and offend them. Dick tried to hide his amused smile in the goblet of mulled wine Slade brought him. "Excellent even! Not only you finally stopped that damned war, you made both of your countries so much stronger! Oh, think of all the good you can do for your people now."
"My dear, please..." her husband tried and Dick chuckled.
"We'll do our best, ma'am, thank you." he said with a smile and the woman beamed at him.
"Oh, you're such a lovely young man!" she clasped her hands together in delight. "It's such a shame I'm not a few years younger. Oh, and you just got married. Oh wait, I'm married as well! Ha! Maybe it's better that I'm so old, that could be so awkward!"
She grabbed his arm gently and Dick allowed her to lead him several steps away, to get away from the group that formed around the king. Slade eyed him without stopping his talk with another lord but didn't say a word of protest. Apparently, he deemed the baroness harmless enough and, basing on the slight smile on his lips, her behavior even amused him.
Well, the baron couldn't say the same.
"I apologize, Your Majesty!" he called loudly, rushing after them and bowing before Dick as low as it was possible for his old back. "Baroness had a little too much to drink and-"
"There's no need to apologize." Dick assured him gently. "You have a lovely wife, my lord. Her compliments are quite... unique but I appreciate the kind words."
The man breathed out softly in relief.
"You're too good for us, Your Majesty." he said, straightening slowly with a shy, grateful smile. "Defiance gained a lot this day and for that we're very grateful."
The couple bowed to him for the last time before walking away. For a moment Dick just watched them go, before turning back with the intention of going back to Slade' side. He only managed to take a few steps towards his husband when another man blocked his way.
Dick hadn't seen him before, not at the marriage ceremony or even later during the celebration but it was hardly surprising. Their marriage was such a big event that people from all over the world traveled to Defiance to celebrate with them. Or, most likely, to see what the whole fuss was about and to pay respect to mighty King Wilson that way.
The man in front of him was middle-aged, with most of his brown hair already turned into white strands. He was wearing fine clothing mostly in dark green, with lots and lots of gold accents. Probably another one of lords that came over from the order side of the globe, Dick thought.
"Your Majesty." the man said, slightly inclining his head with a sharp smile. "Congratulations on your marriage."
"Thank you." Dick replied with a small smile even though, come to think of it, it was strange that he got approached alone. A lot of people came to Slade like that, while Dick was spending his time with his family or was just busy talking with someone else, but never the other way around. "I hope you're enjoying the feast."
"Oh, I surely am. Such a great country as Defiance knows well how to take care of a visitor." the man cocked his head to a side with a glint in his eye. "But I'm sure Gotham lent a hand in all the preparations. Such a wedding! But rulers of such splendors deserve all the very best on a day like this, do they not?"
"Uh, of course." Dick wet his lips nervously. He couldn't put his finger on why exactly but something was wrong. Maybe it was the weird grin on the man's lips or just the way he was talking but Dick didn't like it one bit. He glanced towards Slade. "Excuse me, mister, but I believe we haven't met before and you still didn't tell me your name."
"I didn't." he confirmed. "But this day is about you, my prince."
Something was very strong. Dick needed to get to Slade.
"Thank you." he said again, forcing the words out. "Why don't we-"
"Who knows, maybe your countries will turn into one huge empire one day.'' The man ignored him with a hum. "Connecting countries by marriage, by wedding the very heir to the throne at that, that surely is something! Makes for one hell of a strong bond too. Your husband had to really think it through."
Dick clenched his fingers on the goblet. He didn't know the real reason why Slade decided to ask for his hand in marriage and didn't want to know, didn't want to even think about it. No matter, it didn't change a single thing. Slade never told him what reason he had and Dick had no intention of asking. But people always had thousands of different theories on the topic and they loved to talk about it, even to Dick's face.
"If you say so." Dick settled on, frowning just slightly. "Now, please-"
"But you know, Your Majesty... this whole union was not a very smart idea."
Dick froze, "What?"
"There are a lot of other kingdoms who think so as well. It's... largely inconvenient, at the best." The man smiled, all sharp teeth. Dick instinctively took a step back. "Oh, but don't worry, Your Majesty. They're all cowards - they would never admit it to you, much less do anything about it. Especially now, when you have gained so much power."
Dick moved another step back but this time the man followed him, still grinning like a wolf closing off on his prey. Slade was still engaged in a talk with that nobleman, they were too far away and the man in front of Dick was speaking too softly for anyone to notice that something was wrong.
Maybe Dick could scream? That surely would bring everyone's attention.
"What do you want?" Dick demanded, still trying to move away to a safe distance from him. "Why are you telling me all this?"
"I just thought it's something you should know of, Your Majesty." the man shrugged carelessly. "It's pretty useful knowledge, I would say."
"You should tell it to my husband then."
"Ah, no. There's no time for that."
Dick's breath hitched. He looked over to Slade again, this time to see him look back. Slade must've seen in Dick's face how disturbed he felt, because he said something quickly to the lord beside him and started towards them.
"And why is that?" Dick breathed out, looking back to the man in front of him.
That awful smile widened, "Because we are the ones who will do something about it."
Then everything happened so fast. Dick didn't even notice him move. There was just a flick of silver as the man slipped a knife out and plunged it right into Dick's stomach.
All the air left his lungs in a second, as if the steel of the blade inside him chased all of it away, as if there wasn't enough space for both of it in Dick's body at once. The man yanked the knife out in a quick move and Dick's knees collapsed under his own weight when he tried to get away. He wasn't even aware of it happening - one moment he was still moving away on wobbly legs, and the next he was already on the ground. Someone was screaming. Red began to spread across Dick's chest, thoroughly staining the white material of his ceremonial clothes.
"Dick!"
Dick instinctively pressed a hand against the wound but it wasn't enough, the blood kept gushing out. The man in front of him was still smiling, cruel and cold. His clothes were now slightly red from Dick's blood.
"Sorry, my prince." he said, raising the knife to attack again. "Nothing personal."
Dick could barely move. He tried to crawl away, put any kind of distance between himself and his attacker but at the same time he felt as if the hand he was pressing against the wound was the only thing keeping him alive. He tried, he was doing his best, but it wasn't enough, he was going to die-
Before the man managed to reach him, a red-haired figure ran into him at full speed, knocking them both to the floor. Dick's chest heaved as he watched Wally, with the help of Roy who was right behind him in the wild charge, take the knife away from the man and how they immobilized him completely. Dick was frozen, staring as the man who tried to kill him trashed, trying to break away from the hard grips that pinned him to the floor. Wally snarled at the bastard, before glancing in Dick’s direction. When he met Dick’s eyes, he forced a smile on his lips, as if trying to tell him that everything will be alright.
The arm Dick was using to stay up was shaking with the effort it took him to do so, and someone gently laid him completely on the floor. Someone knelt beside him and began to press at his wound, someone was still screaming over his head. His hand got gripped tightly and he focused to squeeze it back, forcing himself to keep breathing, even if he felt like he was choking. Between one blink and another, Slade was leaning over him.
"Richard." he said urgently and Dick's eyes zeroed on him. Gods, was his hair always this white?
"Slade..." he gasped and Slade's face spasmed. Huh. It was the first time Dick ever called him by his name. "Slade, it hurts-"
"I know. I know but I need you to hold on for a little longer." Slade said, gently brushing the strands from Dick's face. His hands were stained red and his cloak was missing. "You'll be alright. Just keep breathing and don't close your eyes."
Dick nodded slightly but it was harder to keep his eyes open with every other blink. Gods, his eyelids were getting so heavy.
"Don't you dare close your eyes, Richard." Slade growled but Dick barely heard him.
"My father-" he forced out and his hand got squeezed again.
"I'm here, Dickie." someone said and Dick turned his head the other way to see Bruce kneeling by his other side. "Just stay with us, chum, everything will be alright."
Someone was yelling in the distance. Oh, was it Jason? Dick didn't want Jason to see any of this. He hoped his brother was pulled away, that that was the reason why his voice seemed so far away.
"Where the fuck is Villain?!" Slade roared.
Everything was so wet from blood. There was a steady pressure at Dick's stomach kept by someone else and Dick finally allowed himself to pull his own hand away from it. With an effort, he put it at Slade's chest and twisted his fingers into the fabric of his husband's doublet, staining it even more with red.
"I'll be alright." he whispered. There wasn't any strength left in him to speak louder. "Just like you said. But I'm really tired now."
"No, Richard, keep your eyes open." Slade insisted. His face was twisted with worry, lips pressed into a thin line. Dick reached his hand up to stroke at his jaw. "Stay with me."
Slade pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand, fingers digging into Dick's wrist.
"I will." Dick promised. "I'll be alright. You promised me a dance."
There was a grunt in the distance and the sound of a body hitting the floor, and Dick startled, afraid that his attacker managed to get away. But right then Jason slid on his knees to him.
"No, Little Wing-"
But Jason ignored him. He leaned over Dick with a face full of tears and gripped at his shoulder. It made Dick a little bit more awake.
"Dickie, oh Gods-" Jason cried, and Dick wanted to wipe the tears from his cheeks but he didn't have enough strength to break his hand free from Bruce's grip.
"Shh, Jay, don't cry." he managed to mutter. "I'll be just fine, don't worry."
"Wayne, get him out of here." Slade ordered somewhere in the background. "He shouldn't see this."
"I'm not leaving my son alone with you after you neglected the matters of security." Bruce spat out.
"Just fucking do it, you stubborn-"
"How the fuck did your people allowed anyone to bring a weapon to your wedding?!"
"Make space!" someone yelled suddenly and another man leaned over Dick. He looked vaguely familiar and it took Dick several long seconds to actually recognize him. Arthur Villain, Slade's medic. Dick saw him only a few times during his stay in Defiance but he knew the man was as skilled as Leslie. "Fuck."
"Don't 'fuck' me, you son of a bitch, where the hell were you?" Slade demanded with rage, moving away just enough to make space for him. Dick saw out of the corner of his eye how he grabbed Jason by the waist and pulled him away as well, despite his struggles and protests.
"I was celebrating your marriage, how was I supposed to know that something like that will happen?!"
“Are you too drunk?”
“No.”
Dick breathed out slowly. Slade was busy now, with Bruce, Villain and with his arms full of Jason. Surely he won't notice if Dick closed his eyes, just for a moment? Only a minute and then he won't be so tired anymore, he'll be able to keep his eyes open longer.
“We need to get him to infirmary.”
He was vaguely aware of someone hoisting him up in their arms but then his head lolled back, and he let the darkness envelop him completely.
#AND THEN HE DIED#nah im kidding#but wouldn't that be fun?#as always thank you for reading -3-#i swear i'm getting better with answering all the asks#im so sorry#oh and in a few days i'll start posting this au on ao3 so stay tuned!#sladick royal au#sladick#sladedick#dickstroke#my writing
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Sladick royal au, part 8
Even before the wedding, Dick was expected to attend various meetings, to sit by Slade's side and listen in. Was it a power play from Slade's side or just genuine want to make Dick feel like he still mattered, Dick didn't know but he was grateful either way. Especially when Slade didn't mind it that much that sometimes Dick tried to take part in the meeting actively, speaking up and suggesting his own ideas and solutions to the problems at hand.
Slade looked quite pleased whenever it happened. Dick could guess that no matter what will happen to him after the wedding, Slade still liked the thought of having an intelligent husband, who wasn't scared to speak up.
Well. Not everyone was happy that Dick did.
"You try to pretend you're one of us so hard it's pathetic." One of low ranked knights hissed at him when everyone already left the hall where the meeting was taking place. "The fact you're even allowed inside the room during a meeting is outrageous."
"Your King was the one who ordered me to be there." Dick replied, not looking back at the man. He started towards his quarters but the knight followed him, not being quite yet done with his insults. "Perhaps you should make a complaint about his decisions to him, or to sir Wintergreen."
The man sneered.
"Don't try to act smart with me, you son of a-"
Dick whirled around and in seconds he had the man pressed against a wall, with a hand around his throat. It had to be quite a sight, a lean man like him, immobilizing a knight twice his size like it took hardly any effort but for Dick, who was used to fighting against bigger opponents, it was easy as pie.
"Try to say a bad word about my mother." Dick whispered, digging his fingers into the delicate skin of the man's neck, not strong enough to cut off the airflow but enough for the man to feel it. The knight swallowed against his palm. "I dare you."
#something short i wrote in train today#thought i could share it 🤗#i wanted to give Dick a knife or maybe a dagger#but that would be a little bit sus#cuz he's still an enemy prince ya know?#my writing#sladick royal au#sladick#tho slade is not here rn#weird 🤣
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Sladick royal au, part 6.5
something short and silly, also inspired by @poiverine’s art and the brainriot we had over it (a looong) time ago 💕 hope it’ll make your day even a bit better 😚
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Slade pressed the back of Dick's hand to his lips to place a kiss there and his husband tensed, in a way that reminded Slade of the times before their wedding. Times, when Dick wasn't entirely at ease with the open affections, when even the slightest touch made him blush and tense up, breath hitching as if Slade was doing something forbidden.
Slade hid his smile behind the palm of Dick's hand. Ah, how he missed those moments sometimes.
”Your Majesty.” Dick hissed at him subtly. Something he wouldn't dare to do before, too scared to really say what was on his mind. But now? Now he grumbled and complained a lot, not holding back his thoughts even a bit and telling Slade off whenever he thought he did something wrong.
It never ceased to make Slade smile, how much Dick changed over all those years.
”Yes, my love?”
”Could you, please, stop kissing me?”
Slade looked down at him and raised his eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. He didn't let go of Dick's hand, lips brushing against his skin with every word.
”Stop kissing you?” he repeated. ”Oh, am I kissing you right now, little bird?”
”Yes, you are, you asshole.” Dick hissed again. Slade considered pulling him into a proper kiss right there, just to annoy him some more. ”And I would really appreciate it if you stopped, my king.”
”You know I don't control it, little bird. I do it out of habit.” Slade hummed, looking away again. The diplomat in front of them didn't notice anything, too busy with his speech and notes. ”It's like breathing for me, to display my love for you whenever I can.”
”I'm aware.” Dick huffed. ”But we both know it's not the case this time.”
”Oh? And how can you be so sure of that?”
”Because you've been looking my father straight in the eye since the meeting started. And I fear that if you do it any longer, while kissing my hand in public as well, he will finally reach for his blade.”
Slade teared his eye away from Wayne's face, twisted in a furious scowl.
”Your father is free to do whatever he wishes. Who am I, to refuse him a fight if he'll ask for one? That would be impolite of me.”
The smirk on Slade's lips was hidden by Dick's hand but he was sure Dick could feel it on his skin.
”Ah yes, because you worry so much about being impolite.” Dick stopped himself from rolling his eyes. ”Especially when it comes to my father.”
”I have no idea what you're talking about, Richard. You know how much I adore king Wayne. My dear father in law.”
Dick pressed his lips into a thin line to stop the laughter from spilling out. A wide smile broke onto his face despite his best efforts, so he hid it into the fur hood of his cloak so no one would notice.
”Careful there, Your Majesty.” he teased. ”Or you might lose your other eye.”
”That would be a shame, truly.” Slade drawled. ”I would no longer be able to look your father straight in the eye while kissing your hand.”
”Aha, so you do confess to your crimes!”
”Do I?”
”I'm pretty sure you do.”
”You're a bad influence on me then, little bird.”
Dick looked at him fondly and curled his fingers around Slade's wrist, ”Guess I am, huh.”
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#am i going to stop writing stuff inspired by polv's art anything soon?#nope#not really#i also needed something like this before I'll finish another ask story#hopefully I'll get it finished during weekend 🙏#but yeah we deserve some fluff!!#i mean not bruce but ya know#he still hates slade#not as much now but he still does#also i expect some żarty o teściowej#slade adores his father in law#great man#my writing#sladick#sladick royal au#sladewing#dickstroke#sladedick#sladin#slade x dick
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For @poiverine 🥰 I know I'm a little late but I'm still thinking about shameless Slade you drew for this au and well... this just happened 🤗💕
Sladick royal au;
part 6, inspired by polv's amazing art;
You are not to display your feelings for each other with anyone around you. You are to stay close to your spouse throughout any social event but not to touch their bare hand, in matters different than greeting each other or dancing. Physical contact is intimate and other people must not have any insight on it. Any form of displaying your affections publicly is scandalous and humiliating for both sides.
Those were the rules. Dick knew all of them by heart, taught by Gotham's best tutors since the moment he came to live with Bruce – he spent years and years learning everything he could, to be a proper prince and not shame Bruce in any way by doing something stupid out of unawareness. And those, those particular rules were the most important, as not following them would shame his name so greatly that if it ever happened, Dick wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye for the rest of his life. Not to even mention the disgrace it would bring Bruce.
Children are allowed any physical touch they need. Holding their hand, hugging, kissing their cheeks and forehead is allowed even with other people around you. You are allowed to display your feelings towards the members of your family in public, such as holding their bare hand and even hugging them briefly. Any possible suitor and later a spouse does not have those privileges towards you. Any possible intimate contact between you and your spouse is to happen when you are alone, in the privacy of your chambers.
No matter what Dick knew earlier, no matter what his parents taught him, those were the rules Dick must follow now, regardless of anything else. It was confusing and weird at first, to change his whole worldview so abruptly like that but it didn't take Dick long to learn and understand. Besides, learning that you can't display your affections openly was barely anything huge, compared with what Dick had to go through when his parents were killed.
Bruce helped him understand the rules. Helped him with everything and anything, really. With Bruce’s aid, Dick was able to see how displaying your affections, being intimate with your beloved was something to treasure, a moment meant to be adored and cherished by the two of you. It was a beautiful show of feelings and no one else should be a witness to it.
Dick himself never saw anyone break those rules but he heard enough of such cases. People, especially nobles, loved to talk – Dick knew that better than anyone because he was the one people talked about a lot. One of their favorite activities was gossiping about people who broke the rules and thanks to that he knew perfectly well how they treated those who were stupid or careless enough to do it. It was utterly unacceptable for Gotham's society, scandalous. It brought dishonor, made people look and openly point their fingers at you to laugh.
It was a sin in its own category.
Dick was always extremely careful to follow all the rules, like a proper prince he was. He made sure to wear gloves whenever his suitors greeted him with a kiss on the palm, was certain to never stand too close to them during any events. The further thing he ever did was let Roy press a kiss to his cheek when the prince came to tell him that he was leaving for his journey, and then another one to the palm of his bare hand but even then they were alone in the library. Dick was intent to never break those rules, to follow them for the rest of his life.
And then Slade Wilson came, barged really, into his life.
Slade, who grabbed his bare hand and brought it to his lips whenever he wanted, like it was something as natural as breathing to him. Slade, who wrapped his arm around Dick's waist and pressed him against his side as if Dick was... as if Dick was some whore he could parade around with. Slade, who... w-who leaned down and... and kissed him, right on the lips, with everyone around to see it happen.
Every time Slade did it, Dick could feel shame and humiliation burning in his chest painfully like a real fire would. Every time, Dick forced himself to stay still and just breathe, to let Slade do what he wished. He was sure the man just toyed with him, waiting for the moment he'll finally snap. Oh, how he wanted to loathe this man. How he wanted to hate Slade, for he took Dick away from his home, from his family, away from everything he knew. How he wanted to hate Slade for doing whatever he wanted with him, humiliating Dick day and day again. But he couldn't. He couldn't allow himself to do that.
Because Dick wouldn't be able to live like that, standing by the side of someone he loathed for the rest of his life. It would destroy him, like locking in a cage would do to a bird, and Dick wasn't going to give up like this. Even if Slade decided to humiliate them both by acting that way and breaking the rules, even if he treated Dick like nothing more than a plaything he wanted to show everyone around. No matter what Slade decided to throw at him, Dick intended to take every blow with dignity, as much as it was possible.
Dick chose this himself. He agreed to Slade's demands, agreed to marry him and live by his side in Defiance, aware of what it can bring. Aware of what Slade might choose to do with him. All to stop the war that was terrorizing them all for far too long. And Dick didn't regret doing it, not really. He couldn't regret saving all those lives, innocent lives that could've been lost in a pointless fight if he refused. Even if he had to sacrifice himself for it. Even if he has to endure all those painful humiliations. It was a small price to save thousands of their soldiers.
If his betrothed had been someone else, Dick would've been able to voice his objection right away. He would make it clear that he's not going to stand for being treated like that, that he won't allow Slade to touch him with all those people around, or even at all. But with becoming Slade's husband he will lose all his rights, all his privileges. He won't be Gotham's crown prince anymore, no, he'll become King Wilson's royal consort instead. Slade will have all the power over him, everything Dick will own will belong truly to Slade, everything he'll be allowed to do or have only because Slade'll agree to it. And Dick... Dick was simply too afraid to anger Slade by denying him, too afraid to see what punishment would await him for it. Would Slade forbid him writing to his family, forbid him visiting them? Would he lock Dick up, put him into a golden cage, and come see him only when he wished to be in his consort's company? Would he simply kill him and start the war again?
Dick didn't want to find out.
Because Slade Wilson was a cruel man. Dick didn't know him very well, in fact he only ever met him a few times before, during galas or other celebrations, but he didn't have to to know that fact. It was common knowledge, in fact. Everyone knew the tale about how Slade became Defiance's king, how he fought his way to the throne, brutally killing every person that got in his way. It wasn't how it happened in Gotham, with Bruce getting the crown from his father, who got it from his own father. No, Slade wasn't even of royal blood. Before he started ruling the country he was a mercenary – and the best one their world heard about at that. It's because of that, because of his merits, he received the lordship in the first place and became a figure on Defiance's court.
Because Slade didn't shy away from war and battle, always ready to fight whenever someone was willing to pay him handsomely for his effort. And now, when he left the mantle to take on the crown instead, he was still willing to battle everyone, to protect his country and make it thrive.
Bruce respected Slade because he would have to be a fool not to. Slade wasn't just a brute force, he was also a genius strategist whose plan always succeeded. He was a man feared by all, even those most powerful. A monster, able to kill with just a twitch of his hand.
Dick knew that all and he was well aware what he was getting into when he agreed to the letter where Slade demanded him in turn to end the war. He was aware why Bruce was so against the sheer idea of it. But Dick knew what his answer will be the moment he read the letter for the very first time. No matter how much he hated doing it, he wasn't going to let his people suffer from the war when he had a certain way to stop all the fighting.
Even if he had to suffer instead.
Sitting by the window in the chambers Slade had prepared for him for the time of his visit in Defiance, Dick remembered suddenly how whenever they were alone, Bruce never called Slade a king. 'Wilson', sometimes he even referred to him as 'Lord Wilson' but never as a king. In Bruce's eyes Wilson wasn't a proper ruler – he was a brute, a barbarian that cared only about himself and did whatever he wanted to do.
Dick huffed a humorless laugh at the thought. Perhaps that's why Slade was so shameless and didn't even care about breaking the rules.
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Then, Dick started to learn Defiance's culture properly.
He was going to live in Slade's country and so he preferred to know the rules and general manners that applied there. Slowly but surely he became more acquainted with Defiance's customs, with the way its people lived and thought – he gained the knowledge from every source possible, whether it was from the books in the royal library or simply from talking with people in the court.
One of the first things he learned was that... no one here cared if you kissed your spouse in a room full of people. Well, that one he actually learned before getting to any books; meeting Apollo and Midnighter was interesting and maybe even a bit... traumatizing at first for him. It was all so much different from what Dick knew that the idea alone almost made him dizzy. To think that displaying his affections in public didn't sow disgust all around, that people actually encouraged it and cheered when you did... it was a lot to take in, no matter how long Dick thought about it.
Almost all his life, all those years he spent in Gotham by Bruce's side, he was teached that showing affection openly was like a crime. That's what he believed was right and he followed those rules naturally, even after arriving in Slade's country. He just... well, he just assumed that the rules in Defiance were the same as in any other country he visited before, because they all applied in Star, in Jump, even in Atlantis as well. That made Dick even more eager to learn about Defiance's customs, because it was so much different from everything Dick knew.
But it also made Dick look at Slade differently. It made him realize that the man wasn't trying to humiliate him with his affections, he did it because his people took pride in showing off their beloved ones. And while Dick was certain that Slade did take some sick kind of pleasure from all his blushing, stuttering and hitched breaths, it wasn't exactly entirely ill-natured. It was probably what Slade was raised with and for him it was absolutely natural so he kissed Dick without a second thought, even if it made Dick want to crawl into the ground at times.
People of Defiance simply loved to display their affections in public, loved to proudly show everyone around just how happy their beloved ones made them. At least that's what the books said. It was... it was actually kind of nice, in theory.
...that still didn't make actually doing it, letting Slade do it, any easier. Slade's touch, his easy kisses that happened with other people around still made him want to jerk away from his grip as humiliation burned into him; still made his heart thump painfully against his ribcage while he blushed so hard that even his neck and shoulders turned red. It didn't matter if people around them clapped and smiled, it'll take Dick a really long time to actually get used to it.
But he had time to do it, didn't he? After all, he'll spend the rest of his life by Slade's side. And it was... it was better to know all that and just be embarrassed over the affections, than to feel the shame and horror of breaking the rules that in reality weren't even there. It was much better that way and Dick will get used to it one day.
[Masterlist of the au]
He was just glad Bruce didn't have to see any of it.
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Thank you for reading!! 💕 Hope you liked it 👉👈
#i have#so many wips of this#i was starting it over and over again because i wanted to tell this story in so many different ways and i couldn't choose 🤣#i even have one from Slade's pov#but i had fun while writing it so its okay#well it took me way longer this way but meh xD i still had fun#hope you enjoyed!!#also#what do you guys think meeting Midnighter and Apollo was like??#😏👀#let me know haha im curious!#sladick#sladick royal au#my writing
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Love your Royal AU! Do you have an idea for what kind of consort ruler Dick would be? And what do Slade's men think about him?
Thank you!! 💕
Even as a consort Dick will do everything he can to help the people he rules over. He always had the people of Gotham in his mind and heart, and now that he lives in Defiance it still hasn't changed - he just cares about more people now.
As the king's consort, Dick is meant to accompany Slade in all meetings, even the most important ones, but no one really expected him to do anything there. Everyone thought that he would just sit at Slade's side like a 'pretty thing from a foreign country he is'. What a surprise it was when Dick just started giving solutions to the council's problems, his voice quiet but firm. The first time it happened, his hands were twisted in the material of his clothes and he kept glancing at Slade, nervous if he should be really speaking but unable to stay quiet when he has a way to help them out.
With time, as he understands that Slade doesnt mind him speaking up - on the contrary, Slade is at times even impressed by him - he gets more confident and even comes up with ideas of his own on how to help out their people more.
As for Slade's men, they absolutely adore him. At first they were keeping their eye on Dick all the time because he was from the enemy's country and they didn't know much about him overall. But the longer Dick lived in Defiance with Slade, the more they got to know him and the more they grew fond of him.
At first everyone thought that Dick would be cold and mean to them because they all know how proper and cold nobles from Gotham can be but Dick is nothing like that. No, he always stops in the hallways to greet them properly and talks to them all the time, always with a smile.
Wintergreen got protective of him very quickly too! Slade is really annoyed by it all (but it's more because he's just jealous 🤭)
A really short scene for this;;
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Dick was on his way to have dinner with his husband, already a few minutes late, when the man walked out from around the corner.
"Sir Isherwood!" Dick called out excitedly. His cloak pooled around his feet as he walked over to the man with a smile, his maids rushing after him. "I haven't seen you in so long! How are you today?"
"Your Majesty." David bowed with a small smile. "It's been quite some time indeed. I'm well, I was just on my way to the library."
"Ah, I see. Are you going there for business or pleasure?"
"Business this time I'm afraid, Your Majesty." The man hummed and Dick nodded sympathetically.
"Is there anything I could help you with?" he asked.
"Thank you, but it's just a minor research this time. It won't take me long and I'm sure you have much more important matters to attend to than looking through a few papers with me."
"Well, if you're sure." Dick smiled. "Perhaps I'll see you later then. I was planning to visit the library after dinner so maybe we'll meet there."
Isherwood opened his lips to answer when another voice spoke up from the end of the hall, "Ah, sir Isherwood. So you're the reason my husband is late for dinner."
"Your Majesty." Dick straightened immediately and inclined his head in a bow.
Slade walked over to them with a teasing smirk on his lips. "I was beginning to fear you got lost on your way to the dining room, Richard."
"Oh, I'm sure His Majesty is already very familiar with our castle's layout." Wintergreen, who stood on the king's side, teased Dick with a warm smile.
Slade’s smile widened a bit at the implication, at the same time as blush began to cover Dick’s cheeks. It wasn’t his fault he got lost once or twice when he first moved to Defiance’s castle! It was so much different than his home back in Gotham and so no one could blame him for the time when he walked into the wrong room while searching for the gardens.
“I am now.” he assured, looking down in embarrassment. “And I apologize for making you wait, Your Majesty.”
“It’s no problem at all.” Slade hummed. His fingers wrapped gently around Dick’s hand. "I was-"
"Oh, and pardon me for saying this,” Wintergreen spoke up again, before Slade could say anything more. “but you happen to be late for dinner quite some times yourself, Your Majesty."
"Yes thank you, Billy, that was very helpful." Slade replied drily.
"Always happy to serve."
Dick hid his smile behind the palm of his hand.
"I apologize as well, my king." Isherwood bowed with a smile on his own. "I was just exchanging pleasantries with His Majesty. It wasn't my intention to take so much of his time."
"No need to apologize." Slade dismissed with a wave of his hand. "You didn't do anything wrong. Richard, why don't you go ahead now? I'll join you in a minute."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." Dick nodded swiftly, before glancing at the men beside them. "Sir Isherwood, sir Wintergreen."
"Your Majesty." The knights answered in union and bowed.
Slade stepped closer to Dick and pressed his lips to his husband's wrist. Dick gasped softly at the gesture and the moment Slade let go of him, he hurried away with red cheeks. They all looked after him until he disappeared behind the corner.
"How come he talks to you all happily like that but still gets shy and stiff whenever I'm around?" Slade heaved a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "We've been married for quite some time now."
"Well..." Billy started with a pointed look. "I can name a few reasons why he gets withdrawn with you-"
"That won't be necessary, Billy." Slade gritted out through clenched teeth, making the man smile.
"Maybe His Majesty is still getting used to our customs." Isherwood offered helpfully. "You know that Gotham people aren't as open with showing affection as we are."
"Or maybe it's just because-"
"Alright, Wintergreen, get out. I don't want to see you right now."
"Your Majesty-"
"Out. Go help Isherwood with his research."
"Alright, alright."
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((I don't like how this turned out very much fkdkdjdj but you get the gist, Dick talks with Slade's men all the time but still is overwhelmed with Slade’s presence and Slade is jealous. Also, Billy loves teasing Slade about it))
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#my reply#anon#sladick royal au#sladick#dickstroke#my writing#this was meant to have no story#but uhhhh#it happened??#this is happening like... quite a lot time after the previous part#its when dick is still wary and still warming up slowly to everything and everyone
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King Bruce having nightmares every single night after "giving up" his son - about horrible things his mind keeps telling him happen to him under Wilson's "care", about Dick calling him, begging and crying when he's being raped and abused by his new husband, about his head coming back to him in pretty box one day...
(How's he dealing with whole situation btw? Knowing Bruce he's grieving already...)
Before we'll get to the story I'd like to apologize for how long it took me to answer your ask, anon. I'm very very sorry and I feel so awful about it but life's been crazy lately and i barely had any time to write at all. I want you to know that the moment I got your ask I literally gasped and went to writing it right away, that's how much I loved your idea. But after I started it and outlined the story a bit, I went back to finish other stuff I was working on earlier, thinking "hey, I'll finish those quickly and then I'll get back to this to write it properly." Annddd of course that didn't happen as life went "lol, good joke" and then kicked me in the shin, throwing stuff on me, because it's a little shit like that.
Again, I'm very very sorry. Thank you for being patient with me while I sorted out my stuff - it's better now so you won't have to wait this long for answer again, I promise. And anon, I want you to know that I love and appreciate you and that I'm very thankful for your ask because your idea is great and writing it was a pleasure. Thank you. Feel free to send me another ask to yell at me for taking so long haha
And now - finally!! - the story;
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"N-no... no, please- please!"
Dick desperately tried to crawl away, as much as he could with all the injuries he already received. The blood continued to seep from his wounds, leaving a red trail behind him while he did what he could to get as far away as it was possible.
He didn't manage to get far.
A broken scream, as loud as his already damaged throat allowed, forced itself out from between Dick's lips as his hand was crushed under a heavy boot. The sound of crunching bones, breaking under the weight of it was sickeningly loud in his own ears.
"Where do you think you're going?" Slade Wilson asked calmly, almost as if they were talking about the weather over the dinner table. He put even more pressure down on Dick's shattered hand and Dick trashed, desperate to pull away. Slade didn't even budge. "We're not quite done yet, my prince."
"No please- please, no more!" Dick sobbed. He was no longer fully aware of the words that were spilling out of his mouth, he didn't care, he just wanted it to stop. He just wanted to get away, he wanted to go back home, to his brothers, to Bruce. "Please, stop it!"
"Hm, no, I don't think I will." Slade smiled like a wolf hungry for blood, but he finally took his foot of Dick's hand.
Dick immediately cradled it against his naked chest, instinctively trying to protect it from getting hurt any further but he knew it didn't matter much anyway. If Slade wanted to hurt that hand more, he would, regardless of what Dick did.
"But you can keep begging. Who knows, maybe I'll change my mind?"
Slade pressed his boot against Dick's shoulder to forcefully turn him onto his back and Dick just sobbed again.
"P-please! Anyone! H-help me, please, anyone!" he screamed.
Like every other time he tried this, no one answered. No one rushed to save him. But he had to keep trying, he couldn't give up his only chance. There was no way he would be able to win against Slade alone (he knows, he tried that already) but maybe some of Slade's knights - even one, just one of them would be enough - would take pity on him and help him get away.
"Shh. There's no need to yell, sweetheart, no one will come anyway." Slade hummed, crunching down by his side.
He caressed Dick's bruised cheek almost gently and wiped off his tears with a thumb before trailing his fingers higher, to burrow them into Dick's hair. They were wet and sticky with sweat and blood but Slade didn't seem to mind.
"Why would they?" he continued instead, arching Dick's neck to expose his throat more. "After all, you're spending a nice night with your husband right now. You wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us, hmm?"
"No no no-" Dick babbled. He tried to shake his head but Slade's fingers just tightened in his hair and he could just yelp at the painful tug.
Slade ignored him for the sake of pressing his lips against Dick’s neck. The kiss was gentle, with Slade's lips barely brushing against the skin and the deep bruises in the shape of fingers that bloomed there. Dick's breath heaved and he forced himself to keep breathing, to not choke on another sob that tried to escape him.
Even with the touch so gentle, it felt as if Slade's lips were burning him, painting his skin with their touch. Even when he pulled away a moment later, Dick still could feel them there, marking, branding him. New silent tears fell down his temples.
"Just look at you." Slade murmured. His hot breath caressed the sensitive skin of Dick’s throat, as he struggled to swallow. "Pretty little thing."
Slade’s teeth closed over the side of his neck and Dick screamed.
"Please, please! L-let me go!"
He managed to grab at Slade's nape and his nails dug into the skin there but it was as if the man didn't even feel it.
"Let you go?" Slade repeated with a mocking laugh. He pulled away to admire the mark he just left and fondly traced it with his thumb. "Now, that wouldn't be fun at all. Apart from that, where would you even go? Defiance is your home now, little prince. No no, I'd rather have you here with me."
When Slade jerked him higher, manhandling him any way he liked, Dick couldn't do anything but let it happen. He was forced into a not-quite-sitting but not-quite-lying position and his hand slipped on the wet floor a few times when he tried to support his weight and not strain his muscles any further. Slade hummed softly, satisfied.
Their lips crashed together in a bruising kiss Dick had no way of escaping. It was hungry, savage almost, with Slade taking everything he wanted from him and showing in yet another way how little power Dick held now. The meat he got to eat earlier that night, the wine Slade could still taste on his tongue, Dick got them only because Slade agreed to it. As the king's consort he was stripped of any privileges he had as Gotham's crown prince. Now he wasn't anything more than just a pretty thing perched on Slade's arm.
Slade's teeth tore into Dick's lower lip and he didn't even have the time to whine before blood flooded his mouth. Slade tilted his head to be more comfortable and licked between his lips to taste him better, not caring for the way Dick choked a little.
Dick wondered if spitting the blood on him would be worth it.
"I hate you, I hate you-"
"I don't care, boy." Slade laughed, pulling away. His teeth were red from Dick's blood. "Hate me all you want, wish me death, try to take my life. I'll win either way. You'll just make it more interesting for me."
He pushed Dick back almost carelessly and the young consort fell down, his back hitting the floor painfully with a thud. For a moment, Slade just looked at him - taking in the bare skin, every bruise and cut he made that night, admiring the work of his hands, teeth and knives. Hm. Perhaps he will use a whip next time.
In that time, Dick managed to get a few meters away but it really didn't matter much. Slade crossed the distance in a few lazy steps before he drapped himself over Dick, settling on his hips to hold him down again.
"And now," Slade purred out, leaning over him. He placed his hands on either side of Dick's head and Dick no longer could see anything else, not even the ceiling of the room. Only Slade, always only Slade. "we're getting to the fun part."
"N-no, please..." Dick sobbed again. He squeezed his eyes shut so he didn't have to look at how pleased Slade looked. At Slade's lips, stretched in a smirk still red with his blood, at that cold eye full of sick cruelty. "B-Bruce! Bruce, please please, help me!"
"Calling your daddy now?" Slade laughed. "He won't save you either, boy."
"N-no, he will!" Dick argued, almost hysterically. "He'll help me, he won't let you-!"
"Oh, but you're forgetting about one little thing." Slade drawled, as his fingers closed over Dick's chin hard enough to bruise, to force him to look in that cold eye. Slade waited for him to open his eyes before continuing, "I own you now, little prince. Your father was the one to sell you out. And now you belong to me..."
"Dick!"
Bruce woke up with a gasp, sitting up so abruptly that he almost fell off the bed. It took him a moment to realize that he was the one screaming and then a few more to fight off nausea. Oh Gods. Oh Gods, it was a dream, just a dream... was it really only a dream?
"Your Majesty?"
Bruce looked up. The doors to his chambers were wide open, knights guarding them were inside and looking over the whole room and its balcony, while the kerosene lamp illuminated them all.
"Your Majesty, are you alright? We heard you scream."
Bruce could just nod in answer. His hands were shaking so much that even clenching them into fists didn't stop the trembling.
He stood up from the bed quickly and stumbled across the chambers to get to the doors. His knights - who already made sure that their king wasn't in any danger and that no one broke into his chambers - observed him with concern. Bruce didn't pay them the slightest of his attention. He needed... he needed to-
"No, please- please!"
He felt as if he was drunk, stumbling and bumping into everything on his way but he didn't care. The bruise on his hip from hitting into a wall will heal. The knights he pushed out of his way will be okay. He didn't give a shit about any of it.
"Something's wrong. Quickly, go get sir Alfred!"
"And what about lord Kent?"
"There's no time, go already!"
Bruce stopped before Jason's chambers, swaying on his feet. He wanted to vomit, he wanted to yell, cry, slam his fists into the stone wall until his hands were broken but he needed to know that Jason was safe first. It was his fault, all his fault that Dick had to leave and marry that monster. He already lost one child, sold him out, he couldn't bear to lose another one.
"Get out of my way." He ordered the knights guarding his son's room. They eyed him, concerned for his almost delirious state and didn't step aside to let him pass. "I said, move!"
He pushed them away, reaching for the handle. His elbow throbbed from the force with which he hit the knight to move him away but he didn't care, he didn't give a shit right now, the knight had an armor on, Bruce is paying him anyway-
Empty.
Jason's bed was empty.
Bruce rushed deeper inside the chamber. The bed, the bed was empty, as well as the armchair Jason liked to read in, the sofas, the balcony, the ensuite bathroom, it was empty, it was all empty, he wasn't here-
"Where's my son?!" Bruce yelled. The walls seemed to shake from the volume of his voice, or maybe it was because of his rage, of his despair?
Knights didn't answer him fast enough and so he ran out of the chambers and down the hall. His legs didn't want to work properly, he was shaking so much that he wasn't entirely sure which way was forward. He didn't even notice when tears began to blur everything around and oh, maybe that's why he was choking.
"Jason!" he screamed, completely hysterical. He moved around the knights that tried to stop him. "Jason!!"
Someone grabbed him from behind and Bruce didn't think before whirling around and punching them straight in the face. He won't let anyone stop him, he has to find Jason, make sure he is safe.
"Master Bruce, stop right now!" Bruce recognized Alfred's voice but he didn't listen.
He just kept running, opening random doors and yelling for his son. Because Jason had to be there, somewhere, he didn't just disappear. There were so many people in the castle, the knights, servants and maids that were still finishing their duties or simply making sure that the fire in their chambers was still burning. Someone would see if Jason left, or if-
If someone took him away.
Bruce's legs buckled under him and he distantly felt the dull pain in his knees where they hit the floor. Everything, everyone around him seemed to stop as well, now that he wasn't running around anymore and they didn't have to chase him.
"Master Bruce." Alfred breathed out softly, kneeling down beside him. His arms wrapped around Bruce and he let himself be held for a moment, just crying quietly.
"Alfred..." he sobbed. There were people around them but he didn't care if they saw him break down. He was paying them to keep quiet of the things that happened in his home. He can always throw them in a cell too. "Alfred, Jason's gone, I can't find him anywhere. I failed Dick, I sold him out to that monster and now... now Jason too is-"
"Bruce! Bruce, what happened?!"
Bruce looked up just in time to see Jason push through the knights surrounding them. His hair was tousled as if he just woke up but he was still wearing his daily clothing and not sleepwear.
Jason basically ran to him, face twisted with worry. He let Bruce embrace him, despite being a maturing teenager and those never wanted to hug their fathers (except for Dick, Dick loved hugs, he loved all the contact he could get-) and buried his face in Bruce's collarbone.
"Jason, oh Gods, Jason-" Bruce babbled, hiding his face in his son's curly hair.
He couldn't get rid of the image from the nightmare from his head, he could still vividly see Wilson's smirking face, dirty with Dick's blood and so full of sadistic pleasure.
Bruce, please please, help me!
"I'm here, dad." Jason said, his voice quiet but firm and Bruce could breathe again, however shaky his breath was. "'m here and I'm alright. Everything's alright."
No, it's not, Bruce wanted to scream but couldn't push the words past his lips, Dick is still with that awful man, helpless and so far away from home.
Alfred rubbed his warm hand between Bruce's shoulder blades and Bruce trembled, holding Jason even tighter. It had to be at least a little bit uncomfortable but Jason didn't say a word about it.
"Let's get you both to bed now." Alfred suggested in a warm voice. "It's the middle of the night and a lot has happened in this short time. I bet you are quite tired, my king."
Bruce let them help him to his feet and led back to his chambers but he still didn't let go of Jason. For once, Jason wasn't opposed to it at all, keeping close and making sure that they were pressed together so Bruce could feel him and know he was there. And Bruce wanted to start crying again because the action was so Dick that it physically hurt his chest. The way Dick always cared for them all and how he always made sure that they got enough of hugs and human contact, how he teached their siblings about how important it was to get at least one hug a day.
So lost in his thoughts, he didn't even notice when they entered his chambers and the doors closed behind them, separating him, Jason and Alfred from the rest of the castle. Jason sat down on the bed's edge with him and he rested his head on his son's shoulder. Suddenly, he felt so damn drained.
"Jason?"
"I'm still here." Jason immediately answered, squeezing his hand.
Bruce breathed out slowly, "I'm... I'm sorry for- for this. I didn't want to worry you."
Alfred didn't argue that it wasn't his fault, no matter how much he wanted to. They all knew that Bruce wouldn't agree with him and they'd just start arguing about silly things, while there were more important matters at hand, such as making sure that Bruce was well.
"It's alright." he said instead, handing the man a glass of water.
Bruce took it gratefully, finally feeling how sore his throat was from all the screaming and crying. He felt much better just after a few sips.
"What happened?" Jason prompted after a few minutes of silence. When Alfred didn't scold him for it, he continued. "I heard you screaming and came as fast as I could but..."
"I behaved like a child." Bruce sighed. The glass shook slightly in his grip. "I... I had a nightmare and- wanted to, no, I needed to know that you're safe and uninjured, Jaylad. When I went into your chambers and saw that you weren't there... I'm sorry. You shouldn't see me in a state like that. I shouldn't let all of the stuff see me like that."
"Oh come on, Bruce, it's not your fault!" Jason scoffed, pressing even closer to him. "Even if you're a king you're still only a human, just like we all are. That had to be one hell of a nightmare to scare you like this."
Alfred frowned at the words and he parted his lips to scold Jason for cursing but before he could, Bruce nodded, "Yeah... it was."
"...What was it about?"
"Master Jason!"
"What?! I'm just curious!"
Bruce shook his head but a small smile finally tugged at his lips.
"Not important right now." he breathed. It really wasn't. It was... it was just a dream. None of this was real. "I'd rather know what you were up to that late in the night, Jay."
A blush climbed onto Jason's cheeks and he turned away, as if that would make Bruce unable to see the way the tips of his ears turned red as well.
"I went to read in the library." came the shy, mumbled answer. "And then fell asleep there, in the window nook."
Alfred murmured something about reading in the lamp's light and bad eyesight. Bruce didn't really understand much of it because he was too busy laughing. He actually felt a little bit sick from it again but he couldn't help himself. The library. Of course.
"How did I not think of that?" he chuckled. "Of course you were in the library, Jaylad. Did you find anything interesting?"
Jason shrugged but he was nodding at the same time. "I did, actually. Why else would I stay up?"
"We both know that it's not a real issue for you, Master Jason." Alfred sighed. "You could always be reading one of your favorite titles again."
"Maybe but not this time, Alfie! Bruce got us new books from Defiance writers and I was looking through them all evening."
Bruce's smile faded a bit at the mention of Wilson's country but he quickly pushed the thoughts about him away. There was nothing he could do about it now anyway.
"Anything interesting?" he asked and Jason perked up, as he always did when he got to talk about his books.
"Yeah, the one I'm reading right now is actually pretty cool! The story takes place several centuries ago so I get to know about Defiance's history and its customs and- um. Maybe it's a little late to tell you all about it." he cleared his throat, scratching at the back of his head in a nervous habit both Bruce and Alfred tried to teach him out of. It only made his bed hair even more messy.
"That's alright." Bruce hummed, placing a kiss on his son's forehead. "How about you tell me all about it in the morning instead?"
Jason didn't beam at his words - not like Dick would - but it was a close thing. He pulled Bruce into one last hug before standing up. "Alright. That sounds good. I'm... I'll be in my room this time, if you need me."
Bruce smiled fondly.
"Thank you, Jaylad. But hopefully I won't and we'll get to sleep through the rest of the night without any further troubles."
Jason bid both him and Alfred goodnights with a smile before walking out of the chamber. Bruce waited a few more moments, to make sure he was far enough, before he turned to face Alfred properly. Alfred was already standing by his side, waiting.
"We are leaving for Defiance first thing after the breakfast." he ordered, not even a trace of his smile left. "Please make sure that everything will be ready by then."
"Very well, Your Majesty. Shall I inform lord Kent about the journey?"
Bruce shook his head, eyes hardening. "No. I don't need Clark's help to kill that bastard if I see even a scratch on my son."
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#thank you so much for waiting ahhhh#hope you'll like this one as well#fun fact#at first the story was supposed to be the nightmare and then Bruce actually going to defiance in the middle of the night#but then i thought this one will be more fun#poor bruce#sladick#sladick royal au#my writing#and remember when i said that another part won't be that long?#yeah#this one has 3.3K words instead#noooo it's not long at all#oohhhh and i just realized that i should be using ''guards'' instead of ''knights''#hmm
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Conflict resolution is finally complete!! Go check it out, loves!
Slade is having lots of fun. Dick is not :3
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"Honestly, Bruce, what were you thinking?"
Clark sighed exasperatedly as he dodged a porcelain vase flying his way - a third of which shattered pieces were already adorning the wooden floor of King's study chamber - trying to bring himself to be just a little bit more empathetic towards his fellow monarch. He couldn't even recall now how many times has he heard the words "outrageous" and "shameless" this night. If he had to be completely frank with himself although, it was hard. It's not like he didn't feel bad for Bruce when his dear friend found himself in a situation like this, with a choice that was leaving him with no good options. It was only normal that he also felt mad at him since it put his dear nephew in an even worse position.
As a bargaining chip.
"You could've accepted any courtship from so many young and virtuous men!" And Clark remembered many of them and their families taking interest in the young prince as soon as his 16th birthday came; sir Wallace with the brightest smile he's ever seen, lord Queen's charge, prince Roy, even foreign knights like mysterious sir Lucas or sir Raptor seemed bewitched by young prince's charm. Clark found Bruce's overprotectiveness amusing back then, now though..."You should've let them try at least when they asked for Richard's hand, then he wouldn't--"
"I thought" Bruce growled through gritted "I'm giving him a chance. To fall in love, to choose by himself. I thought I'm giving a chance to my son, not to some..." Bruce waved his hand in the direction of his desk where the offending letter lay. "Some old, deprived bastard to ask for him like a war trophy!"
Clark didn't have to look at the letter again, he remembered perfectly the words that horrified him more than his friend's grieving face. Lord Wilson - The Terminator as they called him - whose own kingdom was in a state of war with Gotham for years now, years that took thousands of lives, proposed conflict resolution, a pact that would unite the kingdoms in peace against stronger opponents like Nanda Parbat.
Slade Wison wanted young prince Richard as his spouse - such a small price, a bastard son for peace. A beloved child for the misery of father.
Anon, I love you so much!!! It’s so good ahhh I love royalty aus! I already said it earlier but I’ll say it again - I’m having love/hate relationship with you rn because ITS SO FREAKING GOOD but because of it I almost wrote a whole fic in this reply! I hope you don’t mind me adding to your idea, I really couldn’t stop myself! You guys seriously need to tell me if you’re okay with me writing about your ideas when you send me asks haha
Slade is a sly fucker for using a war like this, damn. And I love how Dick is a bastard son. Or maybeee people just think about him as a bastard son because Bruce took him in and he’s not a royalty by blood. UGH I LOVE IT!! Oh and I really like that Clark is here as well!
Thank you so much for sharing with me! I had to write something for you and I tried to keep it short but... well, see for yourself I guess
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"You should have let those men interested in Richard get closer to him." Clark spat out. He knew that there was nothing they could do about it now, knew that Bruce hated the situation even more than he did but he needed to let those words out. "You should have let them at least get to know each other so then Dick would be able to decide for himself. But no, you were just scaring them away instead and now-"
Another vase crashed against the wall where Clark was standing just a moment ago. Bruce grabbed another thing close to him - a potted plant, as there were no more vases left - but before he could throw it at Clark as well, another voice spoke up.
"You're making a mess." Dick said quietly from the doorstep. He had his arms wrapped around himself and looked smaller than a prince ever should. "Other people will have to clean it up for you."
"Dick..."
"I've thought this through." Dick began in a mostly steady voice, not looking at any of them. He wet his lips nervously. "Well, there wasn't really much thinking to do but still... I'm- I'm going to accept Lord Wilson's offer."
The pot slipped out of Bruce's hand and hit the floor loudly, spilling the dirt all around the king's feet.
"No." he said firmly, when he finally found his voice back.
"Bruce-" Clark tried gently but the man ignored him.
"No, Dick. I'm not letting you-"
"Then what do you want to do?" Dick demanded. He looked up at his father at last, his eyes red and rimmed, expression taut as if he was in pain. "What else can you do? Do nothing and just let even more people die in this damn war? Wait a few more years so Wilson'll ask for Jason instead when he gets old enough?"
Bruce stumbled as if he was punched. Clark didn't blame him, feeling himself like he was about to collapse.
"Dick-"
"We don't have a choice, Bruce. And I know you know it." Dick straightened with a shaky breath. "As a crown prince, it's my responsibility to take care of my people. I'm not letting them die for a war that has no purpose. If it takes just one to save hundreds- thousands... then I'm ready to do it."
- - - - -
Dick looked out of the carriage's window, trying to get his hands to stop shaking.
Bruce demanded a meeting before giving Wilson their answer and the king of a neighboring country agreed without any further demands. All warfare was suspended now that the peace treaty was being arranged but their warriors still waited with a held breath - none of them could know whether an agreement would be reached.
Dick knew. There was no way he would ever allow more people to die for nothing, not if he had a way to stop the war. Agreeing to Slade's terms was his decision, it was for the better of both countries. Still, thinking about it like that didn't help with stopping the trembling of his hands.
He met Slade Wilson only a few times in his life but he knew how powerful that man was. There was something about him, something that screamed danger. He had this aura around him that made others fear him, made them want to run away even with being aware that turning your back to him might be fatal. But with that fear came respect. Wilson was a good king, people were saying, he was rigorous but fair.
Maybe he would be a good husband as well.
"We're almost here." Clark announced softly and Dick lifted his head to stare at the castle looming in the distance.
"Oh." he breathed out quietly. He sent his uncle a small smile. "Thank you."
"Of course." Clark replied with a smile of his own, though a bit more forced. He wasn't happy about the deal either. No one was. Even Jason grabbed at his sleeve this morning and tried to stop him from leaving.
Bruce didn't look up. He was staring at his knees with a frown since the moment their journey started and it was clear he was thinking about something hard. Dick placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.
"It's the best solution." he said when he met his father's eyes.
Bruce placed his hand on top of his and closed his eyes with a tired sigh. He looked so old, so fragile. Not like the proud king he should be.
"Maybe..." Bruce began slowly in a raspy voice. "Maybe if we offered him something else. We still can-"
"He won't agree. You know he won't."
"Maybe it won't be that bad..." Clark offered weakly but Bruce just glared at him.
"I'll be alright." Dick assured them.
He really tried to believe those words himself as the carriage stopped in front of the castle’s entrance.
- - - - -
Slade was already waiting for them in the throne hall when they arrived. He was talking with one of his generals but quickly turned their way when they stepped inside the room. His single eye immediately found Dick and the young prince hid his trembling hands behind his back.
He felt as if his heart was beating loud enough for Slade to hear it even across the giant hall.
"King Wayne. Lord Kent." Slade greeted them with a nod, standing up from his throne. The smile on his lips was a little bit too predatory for Dick's liking. "Prince Richard. Welcome. I’m honored to host you in my country.”
Dick bowed his head. "Your Majesty."
"We appreciate your hospitality, Your Majesty." Clark said, ever the diplomat. “We are aware it was all pretty sudden.”
Not even a week passed since they received Slade’s letter. No one could blame Dick for wanting to stop the war as fast as possible - there was no point in delaying what they all knew would happen anyway.
"Not at all." Slade replied easily, his eye never leaving Dick. No one said a word about the grim expression on Bruce's face. "It's recommended for me and Prince Richard to get to know each other better after all."
"Don't get ahead of yourself. You still didn't get your answer." Bruce hissed through his teeth.
That at least made Slade look away. Dick could breathe a little bit easier without that heavy pressure on him.
"Of course not." Slade hummed. He glanced at Dick again. "You're free to stay here as long as you want before answering to my offer. We all know that reaching an agreement, especially in war times, takes a lot of time and thought."
Bruce pursed his lips into a thin line but before he could answer, Clark placed heavy hand on his shoulder and spoke for him,
"We're grateful for your generosity, Your Majesty, but I’m afraid we won't be able to stay for long."
"I wasn't talking to you. My offer concerns Prince Richard, does it not?" Slade's fingers wrapped gently around Dick's hand and guided it to the king's lips to place a kiss there. "By all means, my prince, make yourself at home."
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#my reply#anon#sladick#dickstroke#deathwing#my writing#damn i love royalty aus#dunno if i can write them#but i love them#i like.. cut all of those scenes in a half because i seriously would write a whole ass fic#great idea#i wanted to write about jason talking with dick about the whole thing too#no bad ana you have other stuff to work on#i need to write my own royalty au soon#sladick royal au
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