#sladedickjay

[trivialcrow]

What Fanfiction should I work on next?

Sci-fi JayDick bodyguard AU

Dom/Sub Designation Batfam Mafia Sladickjay AU

Ion timeline angsty identity confusion JayKyle

Voting ended onOct 20, 2024

Snippets from each below the cut.

Sci-fi Bodyguard

“Can I…?” Jason closed his eyes but nodded. “Go ahead.” Warm, rough hands pressed against the bottom of Jason’s ribs, feeling across the artificial implants that had replaced his real bones after - after. Dick’s breath stuttered as his hands continued up, mapping the extent of the damage, and Jason barely avoided trembling. “Jesus,” Dick murmured as his hands worked over Jason’s collarbone, shoulder, and down his bicep. “Your arm.” “Yeah,” Jason said, breathless despite standing still. “They’d never tried a reconstruction this extensive, but you know me. I’ve always been lucky.” Dick’s hand stopped when it reached Jason’s. He closed his fingers around it and squeezed. “I knew you were hurt,” he said. “I didn’t know you were - this. Bruce never, he never said anything.”

Dom/Sub AU

Jason snorted at that and closed the book he’d been reading. “We both know outside of Bruce, you’re the last person in that room who needs protection.” Jason turned his head, caught the kiss aimed at his cheek against his lips. “You’re just upset you have to play nice.” “You’re not entirely wrong,” Dick said, nipping at Jason’s bottom lip hard enough to sting. “But with so many strangers around, you know I don’t like it when I can’t see you. What if someone tried to spirit you off and take advantage of you?” “You mean like you?” Dick’s hand clenched down hard on Jason’s throat, the other brushing up his cheek to sweep away the fringe of his bangs as his blue eyes darkened with a possessive anger. “That’s different,” he said. “You belong to me, Little Wing. No one else gets to touch you.”

Ion JayKyle

Jason stared, gun still raised, but he reached over to flip the light switch. “Rayner?” Kyle winced as the stairwell lit up, lifting a hand to shield against the sudden glow. His black hair dripped rivulets down his too pale face, and a dark bruise shadowed his left cheekbone. Jason lowered the gun. “Fuck’s sake, Kyle,” he said. “We have a front door.” “Sorry,” Kyle said, shaking his head and pressing a hand to his temple. “I don’t—I don’t remember how I got here.” Jason cursed and placed the gun on the hallway sideboard, before jogging up the stairs. Kyle swayed where he stood, and Jason gripped his shoulders to steady him. “Easy, Nightlight,” he said. “Did you hit your head?”

[everydarkcorner]

I really wanna know about Angel Bleh 0w0

This one was intended as a sequel to Servatis a Maleficum. Dick is now a slave to demon!Slade, and in this fic Slade also kidnaps angel!Jason. Unfortunately, I ran out of steam and never finished it. 😅

                The angel bared his teeth as Slade grew closer, and tried to jerk away.  But Slade curled his hand around the angel’s jaw and pulled his head up, and smiled.

                ‘You can’t keep me,’ the angel hissed.  His voice was lower than Dick expected; rough and tuneless.  ‘You’ll suffer for this, demon.’  He spat the last word like a curse.

                ‘No more than you.’  Slade glanced over his shoulder.  ‘Come here, Dick.  I have a friend for you to play with.’

[scandalsavagefanfic]

Sneak Peeks

I feel bad that things are taking forever so I figured I’d post a couple sneak peeks for my upcoming stuff. Just to prove to you (and myself) that progress may be slow and I may be a little scattered at the moment, but work is being done.

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Therapy, Chapter 9 (BruJay) - side note: this will be posted this weekend!

“Why did you not run off the moment he opened the door?” Alfred asks gently after a long stretch of silence.

Warmth seeps into Jason’s skin as he cups both hands around the heated china cup filled with tea. The phantom feel of Bruce’s strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him out of his nightmares, holding him… those dreams are always so vivid, so real, he wakes with headaches from crying, throat scratchy from screaming, feeling wrung and raw. Bruce saving him from his nightmares is comparable to Bruce actually saving him back then. It feels just as real as his death. There is a deep emotional high that soaked his brain in endorphins with what amounts to a realized wish fulfillment. Bruce saved him.

The words, the touches, those gentle fingers tightening in his hair, hot desperate lips on his own… everything that’s passed between them, said and unsaid…

He grasps the wooden box tighter, like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered. Because it may well be.

His voice is small and timid when he finally answers. “He told me once if I ever left it’d be my choice,” Jason looks up from his food, falls just short of Alfred’s eyes and forces his gaze up the rest of the way, “It—that… I would never choose to leave. Never.”

Untitled WAtPG side story, Deathstroke’s POV (SladeDickJay)

“Is that Jason? What have you done to him, you fucking brute?”

“I showed your human slut his place,” he growls. Nightwing doesn’t have the moral high ground here, he has no right or reason to be angry. Despite this absolute fact, his husband still looks incensed.

“Shit, D, I told you about him—“

“Yes, you did. You told me about the mortal bitch who’s kept you on earth for over a year. What did you think was going to happen?”

Nightwing’s jaw falls open in shock, “Not this!” He shouts in disbelief, “I told you he was special and I thought you would like him too!”

Truthfully, Deathstroke does feel like maybe he got a little carried away. Especially after whatever that was there at the end, after all his righteous fury had burned away and he could feel again. He’s not as experienced with human lovers as his husband is, most of them can’t handle his predilections. But there was something about this kid. As much as Deathstroke is loathe to admit it, something sparked.

Salvation, Chapter 2 (Thomas Wayne/Jason, others)

Thomas wakes to the smell of fresh coffee being brewed and stretches out from where he had allowed himself to curl around the young man he’d been gifted. It’s been a good long while since he’s slept with someone. In either sense. But even longer since he has just had someone next to him, in his bed, throughout the night.

He’d forgotten how nice it was, that warm weight at his side.

But Jason is no longer lying under the covers where Thomas had tucked him after he’d passed out.

Awareness finally catches up. He crawls out of the bed and throws on a robe. There are a couple kitchens on this floor that provide meals for the cult’s high-ranking officers, but each apartment also comes with its own. That’s where Thomas finds Jason when he enters the main living area, bustling around, humming some made up tune, a fluffy towel wrapped low on his waist.

Even though the kid is skin and bones, what muscle is visible ripples as he moves. Thomas’s mouth goes dry at the sight. A brief fantasy of that smooth, pale skin sliding against the rougher, scarred up expanse of his own, flashes across his mind before he shakes it away.

“You seem much more alert than you were yesterday,” he says, considering it a bonus when the boy jumps and scrambles to catch the towel before it falls off him completely.

Untitled SuperBat, new

Sometime over the months they’ve been doing this, it became fun.

It started as work. Just another necessary part of the tedium required to run a perfect world. Usually the best way to deal with a pest problem is eradication, with extreme prejudice. But when the pests are smarter than the average insect, the solution often calls for something more creative.

It’s easy to justify the state of the man swaying unsteadily from the crude chains that keep him off balance, toes barely scraping the floor. The big empty cell, nearly pitch black but for the sliver of chilly winter light from the single long, narrow window set stories above them, echoes every clink of metal and droplet of blood.

Untitled JayTim, new

Tim gets so caught up in things that he doesn’t pay attention to where he’s going and he suddenly looks around to find himself in Park Row. It’s busy for how late it is. Working girls and boys waving at the odd vehicle driving by at 3am are leered at by unsavory characters clinging to the shadows. Predators, pimps, or pickpockets, Tim is not at all equipped to handle even the smallest most unassuming of them.

He turns sharply on his heel to go back the way he came, clutching his camera close, and runs smack into a large man who has seemingly embraced the Creep 101 stereotype. Ratty Hawaiian shirt open, exposing a thick gold chain and a stained tank top that was maybe white at one time, baggy cargo pants slipping off his hips, hiked up with the hand holding a nearly depleted cigar. The man gives Tim a lascivious grin that makes his blood run cold even before the other hand drops, heavy and clammy, onto his shoulder.

“Well hey there, cutie pie,” the man coos at him, “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here at this ungodly hour?”

Frozen in terror, Tim’s brain stalls and he can’t remember what he’s supposed to do if a stranger tries to make him go somewhere.

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There are a few others but I’m on mobile and it sucks for formatting so this is all I feel like doing 😉

[firefrightfic]

But! But imagine ABO verse, Pregnant O!Jay, A!Slade and A!Dick and the alphas get ALL protective over O!Jay until Jay puts his foot down and tells them to shove the concern up their ass because he's a badass O who can take care of himself thank you very much.

Hee, that would be fun, though it would have to be in a special circumstance universe where A!Dick could stomach submitting to Slade long-term, rather than just the occasional encounter purely for sex. Otherwise, those two would just be clashing all the time and the whole thing would fall apart pretty quickly.

Out of the pair of them, though, I think Slade would be much more relaxed about Jason being pregnant than Dick. He’s been through this a couple times before with Adeline (who is also a ‘take no shit’ omega) and has some experience at knowing when to push and when to back off, whereas for Dick this is his first time as a prospective father, and he… doesn’t. He definitely gets the worst of Jason’s ire because of it. XD This is not to say Slade is entirely immune and gets off scot-free, particularly towards the end of the pregnancy, but he does handle himself better than Dick does. 

[trivialcrow]

Who wants a work in progress Wednesday? I flew halfway across the country for a work conference that I have attended from my hotel room on Zoom because I am miserably sick. 🙃 Bright side is I have way more free time than I thought I would this week, so I’ve gotten a chunk of the final chapter of Given & Denied written.

“You were asking about Jason,” Dick said. “That’s not simple.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “What’s he gotten involved in now?”

Dick bristled at the implication, but before he could say anything, Slade was already talking. “It’s always straight to the accusations where he’s concerned, isn’t it?”

Bruce stiffened, finally turning to acknowledge Slade. “I don’t remember consulting you for an opinion, Wilson.”

“You couldn’t afford my consultation,” Slade said with a flash of teeth. “My opinion you can have for free.”

[trivialcrow]

I am moderately determined to have the final chapter of Given & Denied updated by Sunday night. My weekend is busy, but the chapter is finally coming together and I’m very ready to work on something else, which I can’t do while this story haunts me. But in the meantime, have some angst from around the middle of the chapter.

“Curbing his recklessness is hardly an act of diabolical evil,” Slade said, but his tone was dry enough that Dick heard the resignation behind it. “I know it’s a bad option, but there isn’t a better one. Even if he hates us for it, he’ll be alive.”

“People have tried to make choices for Jason his whole life. There’s always been someone who thinks they know better than him what’s best, myself included. It’d be easy to convince myself I was influencing him for his own good, to protect him and keep him safe. And I know him well enough to know what kind of hell that would be for him. I won’t do it.”

“Dick, he’s too sick, and your claim isn’t strong enough to save him. Look at what it’s doing to you.”

Dick didn’t have to look. He felt every scouring breath leave his lungs, the burning ache of fever in his muscles, and the barbed-wire agony that was the bond. It was ripping the life out of him. “The answer is no, Slade.”

[trivialcrow]

Anyone up for playing an ask game? And by ask game, I mean a ‘someone please hold my feet to the fire so I write this chapter’ game. I’m working on Given & Denied today and hope to get, if not all, at least most of the remaining chapter written.

If you want to help me do that, drop a word in my ask box (Anon is fine) and if it’s in the chapter, I’ll post a line with it. If it’s not, and I can make it work, then I will add it to the chapter (meaning I actually, really, truly have to write) and then post the line. I plan to be at this for most of the day, so no time limit and no limit on the number of asks you can send in.