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poiverine · 4 months

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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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poiverine · 4 months

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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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poiverine · 4 months

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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.

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Sladick royal au

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 the 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."

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poiverine · 4 months

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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.”

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poiverine · 4 months

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let me use the little 3 sentences prompt to ask for royal setting midpollo because i can't stop brainrotting it since you've mentioned them in royal au hhh

Beautiful sounds of the violin filled the whole ballroom with its song. There was a constant chatter around but not overwhelming so, just people talking, laughing and enjoying the ball as much as Apollo was.

There weren’t many people sitting down like he did - everyone was too busy dancing, catching up with friends or even sneaking out with lovers - and so Apollo was left mostly alone but he really didn’t mind it. That way, he could just listen to the music in peace and admire the way his husband’s body was moving in a dance.

Midnighter was an excellent dancer, his every move smooth and graceful and Apollo couldn’t (didn’t want to, really) tore his eyes away from him. As if feeling Apollo’s eyes on himself, M looked his way to send him a playful wink.

The song ended soon after that but Apollo still continued to look at Midnighter as he escorted Richard back to Slade.

“Someone was staring.” M grinned when he returned to Apollo's side. He brushed their lips together in a greeting, even if the dance couldn't have lasted longer than five minutes.

“You mean Slade?” Apollo hummed with a smile on his own. “Yes, I find he couldn’t take his eye off of you.”

M laughed, “He’s worse than a dog with a bone. But I wasn’t talking about him this time. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from me, my lord.”

“You say it like it’s my fault that you’re so beautiful.”

Apollo enjoyed the way his husband’s cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. Midnighter was used to comments and compliments but Apollo was the only one to call him ‘beautiful’ and not ‘handsome’.

“So you do admit to your crimes.” Midnighter said, trying to ignore his own blushing.

“I do.” Apollo said fondly.

Midnighter took the goblet out of his hand and took a few sips of the wine. When he kissed him again, it was all Apollo could taste.

Suddenly, the wine tasted a lot better.

“You’re going to scare Richard again.” He muttered but didn’t actually make a move to stop the kiss.

Midnighter chuckled against his lips, “Good. He needs to get used to this anyway.”

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Thank you for the prompt, love 😚💕💕

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poiverine · 4 months

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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.

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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 his hand, stroke his thumb alone 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 up 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 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 a kiss 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.

#doing a reread because HHHHHH #royal au #My beloved #ana's writing

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