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dlthedescent · 6 months ago

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DL: Descent Short Stories: Mistletoe

This is one of several short prompts I had written within the Descent world as a present for my readers, friends and DL discord group. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! PS. It's non canon to the Descent, sorry Lyy

"It's gotten...festive." "So it has." Crane found the tone...apathetic. He thought Jack would be happy to see the mood greatly improved at the Junction. Considering the surrounding circumstances. "Not enough decorations?" Understandably, not everyone in this country would be into Christmas. "Never a fan of the holidays." What. "How can you not like Christmas?" he asked, incredulous. Jack shrugged. "It's a corporate cash grab every year. People fussing over overpriced gifts, decorations and food. Nothing joyful about it anymore..." Holy shit. Had she never had a real Christmas before to have the joy sucked out of her? Crane felt sorry for her. "And then there’s the insufferable caroling." "The caroling is the best part!" he uttered, offended. "If you say so. I'm never around to hear those outdated jingles." Crane stared at her, dumbfounded. "You...worked through Christmas?" "Clients pay more for the gigs because no one wants to work on the holidays. So, why not." "You're a monster." Even he couldn't see himself skip Christmas. "Yes, yes, I'm a humbug." "Hey, mister." Crane stopped, turning to one of the Junction kids. Rashid, he remembered his name. Rashid was pointing at something above him, so of course, the two adults looked up. A plastic mistletoe. Nailed in the frame of the door. Wait a minute.

"You're supposed to kiss her." Crane looked down, wide eyes. Why did a ten-year-old put him on the spot? And who the fuck put that up there?!

"I... Well..." He hesitated. Sideeying at Jack, who once again was finding Freakazoid panicking as entertainment. How would he get himself out of this mess, she visibly wondered. She wouldn't come to his aid. "You don't like her, mister?" another kid, damn blunt, just sprouted that out. "Now, wait, hold on a minute." It wasn't that he didn't want to - wait, no, it should only be if Jack was ok with that - stop, hang on! He was a fucking, talking sentient zombie! "I just...don't think that's a good idea. I got a cold," he quickly lied. "Will pass that to her." He heard Jack chuckle loudly next to him. The children were gathering; did he really act like a headless chicken for them to notice? "But they told us if we saw you pass under the flower, you have to kiss each other," Rashid pushed innocently. "Ew, kissing," another kid in the back shouted. "Who exactly said that?" Crane pried, so he could put their names down and go after them for this. "The canary and the owl." "So Riza and Ender," Jack deducted, bringing a deepened scowl on Crane's face. Those little shits-! "The canary lady said you have to kiss so we can win the game. That's the rules," Rashid explained. Meaning these kids had no idea the reason for the mistletoe. "She said she'll give us candy canes!" Of course she would! Why are all the Ravens as conniving as Jack?! "That's not how this works," Crane tried to convince them. "Told you he wouldn't do it," another kid cut him off. "Adults don't do kisses." "Now, now, wait a second here." Stop putting words in his mouth! But it wasn't like he could...explain a topic far too young for kids to understand! Adults do do kisses and it's natural and why am I trying to come up with an explanation?! He didn't hear Jack's soft giggle, or spot her closing the gap to Freakazoid. All too flabbergasted on the spot that he should just stop there and be done with it. Crane's blabbering stopped mid-sentence once he noticed a slender hand reach to one side of his hood and pull. Unknowingly, brain still fizzled, he let it happen and found himself looking down at the grinning brunette as she stood on her tiptoes. The children couldn't see past the hood; but Crane felt something soft on his temple. His eyes as wide as dinner plates, stunned, feeling cheeks flushed. Did she - did he really - "It's only the forehead," Jack chimed. "But I think that counts." She strolled out of the room, actually a little joyful. "Merry Christmas, mate."

#dying light #dl: the descent #dying light game #dyinglight #kyle crane #mad jack #ocs #Freakazoid #short prompts #christmas

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cittielinks · 2 years ago

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academic rival au but make it joongdok.

Every since Yoo Joonghyuk transferred to Kim Dokja’s school everything went downhill! (For Kim Dokja’s at least). Academic validation is the only one that made Kim Dokja feel appreciated. He wasn’t the prettiest one ( he is, he was just.. not seeing it) nor the athletic one nor the handsome one! So when Yoo Joonghyuk arrived in his class everything was just shitty. Always the second place.

Literature? 1st place, Yoo Joonghyuk. 2nd place, Kim Dokja.

Mathematics and Sciences? 1st place, Yoo Joonghyuk. 2nd place, Kim Dokja.

Overall scorer, 1st place, Yoo Joonghyuk. 2nd place, Kim Dokja.

Clenching his fist hard. He murmured as he glared at the mentioned board. ‘Top 2, Kim Dokja.’

“You better watch out, Yoo Joonghyuk.” Kim Dokja vowed to be the best among the rest. So for months, he studied and studied. Until finally! Top 1, Kim Dokja. Top 2, Yoo Joonghyuk. Top 3, …..”

“TAKE THAT YOU STUPID SUNFISH!”

Feeling like he just lost to something, Yoo Joonghyuk decided to finally see Kim Dokja as his worthy rival. Each and every contest they would join and over and over again, both would either be in 1st place or 2nd place holder. It got a bit harsher when both he and Kim Dokja decided to kill each other

It started with constant bickering then it became punches to flower pots and to sabotaging each other. Either informing the other some wrong pieces of information to just plainly trying to make the other trip on their own feet. Of course, the teachers tried to put a stop to it but it ended terribly. So they decided to let it be unless someone was hurt so badly they would put an end to it. It was around the last years of high school. When Yoo Joonghyuk decided to fuck it and date Kim Dokja in hopes of making Kim Dokja distracted.

Then Yoo Joonghyuk somehow got to see Kim Dokja outside their academic rivalry. He gets to see how Kim Dokja would bite his nails when stressed. Or how he blows his fringes every time he reads his notes. He gets to see Kim Dokja cursing over his web novels ( he didn't even know Kim Dokja reads web novels)

And for a moment he gets to see how pretty Kim Dokja is without the constant glares and curses. And without a second thought, he knew he was falling in love. So it wasn’t a surprise when he was the one who got distracted in the end.

But it's fine, he gets to marry his one and only rival anyway.

#kim dokja #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #joongdok #kdj #orv kdj #orv yoo joonghyuk #yjh #yu junghyeok #short prompts #academic rivals au

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post-nuclear-sweetheart · 9 months ago

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Prompts Chapter Two

Named OC x Revali

Prompt: Forehead nuzzles

Summary: In their search to discover why the Champions are unable to control the Divine Beasts, a banquet is held, and Revali proposes an idea. This is the morning after.

#BotW #Revali x OC #Named OC #tw: alcohol #romance #short prompts #fanfiction #ao3 #Revali

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whump-4-ever · 2 years ago

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Short Prompt #1

Genre: Romance

Person A is sitting next to Person B on a grassy hilltop; both have their heads tilted upwards, their gazes fixated on the evening sky as the Sun sets, painting the few scattered clouds a multitude of pinks, reds, and oranges, the colors stretching out and beyond as far as the eye can see.

“The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?” Person A comments, their voice soft.

Person B glances sideways at them, immediately realizing that Person A is no longer watching the sunset. “Uh… It’s too early,” Person B replies, their forehead wrinkling in confusion. “We can’t see the stars just yet.” They gave Person A a questioning grin.

Person A smirks and leans towards them until their noses are nearly touching. “I’m talking about the ones in your eyes,” They then give Person B a gentle yet passionate kiss, the sky’s fading light casting a warm, orangish-yellow glow upon their faces.

#writing prompts #writing prompt #short prompts #short prompt #romance prompts #romance #whump-4-ever-prompts

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benihime-ayoshi · 3 months ago

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Waaaah I want more of THIS- 😭

It's such a good idea for a fic

Its a prompt! (And dont worry about it, absolutely love reading your writing XD) Okay so dimension travel, so we all agree in a world where WWX was raised in another sect (like Lan/Nie) That he would be absolutely adored by them and everyone, healthy relationships( even Jin Zixuan and Wei Wuxian wouldn't be on a bad term much because no WWX JYL interaction) so! Canon!WWX from post ssc timeline gets transmigrated/summoned to one of these worlds where hes raised by either Lan or Nie so 1/2

They're a bit confused seeing WWX in black clothes, and seeing his gaunt/tired appearance and him being so on guard around them (since he's usually open and loved) that they ask him why is it so? Does he not know Lan Xichen/Nie Mingjue back from whicher place he came from, and Wei Wuxian goes 'Ive met them/we're not close' they ask 'sorry if its a bit personal but who were you raised by?' and WWX replies the Jiangs and cue everyone horrified cuz Jiangs areopen in their heavy dislike of WWX2/2

'It's my fault.' Nie Huaisang thinks as he frantically collects all the materials needed, 'It is my fault, I need to fix this.'

His er-ge was gone. His brother, Da-ge's pride and joy, the shining star of the Nie Clan.

Gone. Just like that.

One minute they're on an easy nighthunt and the next, Wei Wuxian is pushing him away to take an attack straight to his chest.

He knows his brother is gone. His body may be alive, but just barely. He's drowning in his own blood and there's nothing Nie Huaisang can do. There's no cognition in his eyes, that bright silver gaze is dull and blank.

He has to do something.

The ritual may not work. It came with so many warnings that Nie Huaisang lost the patience to read them all the way through. If something goes wrong, it goes wrong.

"Huaisang! What are you doing?!" Da-ge's voice is loud but Nie Huaisang doesn't pay any attention to it. The room is sealed and it would take da-ge some time to break through it.

"Nie Huaisang!"

Good, Lan Xichen is here. He'll take care of da-ge if something goes wrong.

"Huaisang!" There's a loud crash but he doesn't pay any attention to it, "Stop! Don't do something stupid."

"I need to save him. It is my fault, I need to save him!"

"Huaisang!"

There's a bright red flash and it drowns out everything.

---

Miraculously, he survives.

His fledgling Golden Core has shattered and melted into nothing, but he has survived.

And he has done it.

"Does your stupidity known no bounds?" Da-ge demands as Lan Wangji kneels by er-ge's bed and feeds him potent spiritual energy.

Wei Wuxian is alive. His cognition is intact and his Golden Core is stable but he's soaked in Resentful Energy.

"You destroyed your Golden Core, Huaisang! There's no recovering from it!"

"Wouldn't you do the same?" He demands, turning around to look at his oldest brother. He ignores Lan Xichen's alarmed voice and focuses on Nie Mingjue, "Is his life worth less than my Golden Core?"

Da-ge locks his jaw but doesn't reply. Of course, Wei Wuxian's life is worth more than a Golden Core.

"Huaisang," Lan Xichen sighs, "a-Xian wouldn't have wanted this."

"Look at Wangji-xiong and tell me that again." He says bluntly. He is tired and drained but no one can convince him that reviving er-ge wasn't the right choice.

Xichen-ge doesn't reply because no one can look at the devastated expression on Lan Wangji's face and say it wasn't worth it.

Huaisang doesn't feel the absence of the core as keenly as someone else might. He had only developed it during the Sunshot Campaign, after all.

He isn't like er-ge or Wangji-xiong, with their powerful cores and potent spiritual energy. The loss would've been devastating to them but is only an afterthought to him.

---

They realize something is off when Wei Wuxian opens his eyes and looks at them with distant wariness instead of familiar affection. He looks around and is instantly on guard, "Where... Why am I here?"

He looks directly at Wangji-xiong, "Lan Zhan? What are you... Have you brought me here?" He demanded, his expression shifting to something hostile, "Are we in Gusu?"

"Wei-gongzi," Xichen-ge calls for his attention, "I know you're very confused but please don't be alarmed. We're in your home at the Unclean Realm, not in Gusu."

Er-ge narrows his eyes and Huaisang recognizes that expression, even though it has never been directed towards them. A look of cool calculation as er-ge tries to decipher their motives. "My home?" He asks.

Wangji-xiong knows er-ge almost as well as they do. He reaches forward, "Wei Ying, let us explain, please."

It appears that this Wei Wuxian is just as vulnerable to Wangji-xiong as his brother had been because he softens immediately. His body is still tense but he seems to be willing to listen.

"You died in this world, saving Huaisang's life." Da-ge begins gruffly. Huaisang winces at the bluntness but er-ge seems to appreciate it, his sharp gaze focusing on their elder brother, "Yes, this world," Da-ge confirms, "Our didi decided he wouldn't tolerate it and decided to use one of our forbidden rituals to revive you. He didn't read things clearly. The ritual dragged your soul from another world and placed you in his body."

Er-ge's expression is skeptical, "Our didi..."

Wangji-xiong sucks in a sharp breath, "Wei Ying," His brother's gaze moves to his 'best friend', "You are Wei Wuxian, 23 years old, the Head Disciple of QingheNie Sect, the adopted younger brother of Nie Mingjue and older brother to Nie Huaisang. You were adopted by the former Nie-zongzhu when you were six years old."

Er-ge stares at Wangji-xiong in stunned disbelief but there's no denial in his expression.

No wonder, Wangji-xiong never lies. That must be true in his world as well.

"a-Xian," Er-ge winces and looks at Xichen-ge, "You need to rest and recover. Your Golden Core is stab-"

Er-ge gasps and immediately sits up, placing his hand on his chest. He closes his eyes and almost violently summons his spiritual energy.

"Wei Ying!" Wangji-xiong calls out in alarm but his brother doesn't pay any attention, his focus entirely inward.

"I have my Golden Core back..." Er-ge breathes, astonished but his skin goes white and he loses consciousness.

They exchange stunned glances before scrambling forward to check on him.

---

No one can deny Wei Wuxian has changed. It takes a month for his body to recover but his heart is still unsteady. He puts on every appearance of being alright, but Huaisang has grown up with this man. He knows something is off.

It is only when er-ge decides he needs to start training again that things start to become clear. Er-ge has trained all of his life to fight with a Dao. His movements are powerful and aggressive, designed to overwhelm the enemy.

Er-ge's mind, however, is accustomed to the traditional Jian. He seems to expect his movements to be lighter, faster. More agile and less powerful.

The dissonance makes him clumsy and he loses his first fight against Lan Wangji in a long time.

"Wei Ying?" Wangji-xiong frowns, "Your movements."

Da-ge has his concerned scowl on and he grabs Baxia, stepping into the training field, "With me, Wuxian."

This fight is faster and more brutal. Huaisang almost wants to protest but he can see er-ge adjust and adapt quickly.

His eyes gain a razor-sharp focus and his battle instincts come to the fore. "Good," Xichen-ge observes, "He's accepting his body."

Indeed, he is. Against da-ge's overwhelming force, there's nothing er-ge can do but react instinctively. They engage in several bouts and keep at it for over a shichen.

By the end of it, er-ge is exhausted but faintly triumphant.

"Lan Zhan, again!"

"Wei Ying, you need rest." Wangji-xiong says with a shake of his head, "Don't strain yourself."

"Why were you fighting like you wanted to wield a Jian, didi?" Da-ge asks sternly, "You were hesitant and weak in some strikes."

Er-ge grimaces and Xichen-ge steps forward. It has been over a month and though er-ge has seen how much they all care for him, he remains wary.

"a-Xian," Xichen-ge begins gently, "You weren't a part of the Nie Clan in the past, were you?"

Da-ge's scowl deepens at the thought of er-ge belonging to anyone else but them. They had suspected something like this, of course. But they had hoped that er-ge would've still been a part of the Nie Sect if not the Clan.

Er-ge remains wary but sighs, "No."

"Not the Lans," Xichen-ge observes astutely, "Not the Jins either. Were you a rogue cultivator? Or from a smaller sect?"

Er-ge studies him before shaking his head, "I was the Head Disciple of the Jiangs."

"What?" Wangji-xiong asks, his voice uncharacteristically sharp, "Jiangs?"

Da-ge looks furious and Xichen-ge seems pained. No wonder, given how... problematic the Jiang situation is. That family is entirely unsuitable for someone as loving and giving as his er-ge!

Jiang Wanyin is a complex mix of pride and insecurity. He lags behind all sect heirs, though Huaisang is fairly certain their batch of cultivators is particularly skilled. Er-ge and Wangji-xiong are exceptional in every way and Jin Zixuan is barely a few steps behind.

In the face of such competition, skilled but ordinary cultivators can't help but be overshadowed.

Jiang Fengmian, according to da-ge, is a meek little imitation of his former self. The man that pursued er-ge's mother had been strong and wise. He had the skill, political acumen, and grace to be an admirable Sect Leader.

His marriage to Yu Ziyuan ruined him.

And Yu Ziyuan is a nightmare. The one time she met Wei Wuxian, she had left such an impression that da-ge had cut all ties with the Jiang Sect until its Madam apologized to the Nie Sect Head Disciple.

That hadn't gone down well and the relationship between them is still sour.

"Do you want to return to them?" He blurts out, unable to help himself. If Jiangs are this Wei Wuxian's family then maybe-

"No."

They still because that's a very firm no. It is a complete and utter rejection of the very thought of it.

"No."

---

Getting the whole story out of er-ge is like pulling teeth but between Wangji-xiong's pleas, Xichen-ge's gentle questions, da-ge impassioned demands, and his own begging, they manage.

This Wei Wuxian doesn't love them yet but he sees their love for him clearly. That softens his heart and they get to hear every painful, excruciating aspect of his past life.

Wangji-xiong looks furious, da-ge paces, Xichen-ge is pale, but all of that doesn't matter.

He recognizes the look on er-ge's face. He has never seen it on him before, but he recognizes it.

Er-ge expects them to reject him. To abandon him for his 'sins'.

"Well, I don't have a Golden Core. Can you teach me Demonic Cultivation?"

"Huaisang!" Is yelled from almost every direction but he only has eyes for his older brother.

He sees those tired silver eyes study him for a moment before they soften completely, turning into the color of liquid moonlight. "You brat," Er-ge murmurs affectionately, "The thought of you wielding that power is nothing short of terrifying."

"But er-ge! Can you leave me defenseless, just like that? Don't you feel sorry for me-"

"Huaisang!" Da-ge snaps, "Stop trying to manipulate your brother!"

"Really, a-Sang, it isn't right for you to-"

Er-ge laughs. It's familiar, loud, and openly joyous. Silver eyes sparkle as he looks at them, "Don't worry, da-ge, he's a hundred years too early to manipulate me."

Wangji-xiong huffs, "Wei Ying."

"Lan Zhan," Er-ge teases, "How is that you manage to reprimand me by only saying my name? Shall I try it too? Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!"

"And they're flirting again." He murmurs under his breath, drawing an amused look from Xichen-ge.

"Perhaps we really need to start betrothal negotiations," Xichen-ge says and da-ge scoffs.

"Not going to happen unless you're willing to part with your brother. Mine is my heir. He's not marrying into the Lans."

"Da-ge, be reasonable-"

Huaisang tunes them out and waves his fan in front of his face, his mind whirling.

He doesn't care about er-ge's marriage negotiations. He has bigger fish to fry.

Really, those Jins and Jiangs are getting too bold.

#short prompts #nie!wwx #wei wuxian #nie huaisang #lan wangji #lan xichen #nie mingjue #anti jiang cheng #anti jiang sect

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writersbloxx · 5 months ago

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Body Language

When someone is...

Sad

Face/Body:

Avoidant/reduced eye contact

Drooping eyelids

Downcast eyes

Frowning

Raised inner ends of eyebrows

Dropped or furrowed eyebrows

Quivering lip/biting lip

Wrinkled nose

Voice:

Soft pitch

Low lone

Pauses/hesitant speech

Quiet/breathy

Slow speech

Voice cracks/breaking voice

Gestures/Posture:

Slouching/lowered head

Rigid/tense posture

Half formed/slow movement

Fidgeting or clasped hands

Sniffing or heavy swallows

Self soothing gestures (running hands over the arms, hand over heart, holding face in palms, etc)

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lilliesand-valleys · 11 months ago

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#short prompt #spilled ink #spilled words #poetry riot #writers creed #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writing prompt #angst prompt #poets of tumblr #love quotes #words words words #words #quote #on love #poetry #lit

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theaftersundown · 5 months ago

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a constant problem

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anawrites3 · 1 year ago

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kid from future tries to set up dickstroke pls

Okay so I messed up a little and wrote their kid as from alternative dimension instead of timetravel aaannd also it turned out kind of long? Because it has a bit over 1.8K words sooo I'm posting it on ao3 as well

If that's what you prefer you can find the ao3 version right here

And now for the story! Thank you for your ask, anon, I hope you'll like it!

The boy pushed his hands into his pockets, resting his back easily against the wall. He looked good in the three-piece-suit they managed to get for him last minute – the navy blue looking nicely with his blue-gray eyes and dark messy hair that curled slightly by his nape – and Dick couldn’t stop glancing at him.

That’s why Dick noticed the moment he eyed the waiter offering guests champagne. He glanced in Dick’s direction and when noticed him looking, quickly turned away with a blush.

“I can get you some apple juice if you’re thirsty, junior.” Dick grinned, nudging him with an elbow.

“I was just looking.” The boy insisted with an unhappy twist of his lips. “Besides, I’m seventeen, not five! I could have a few sips.”

“Suuure.” He drawled. “But you won’t.”

Jaden rolled his eyes, crossing arms across his chest. “Pops would let me.” He grumbled.

“Well, you can ask him when you see him.” Dick teased with a smile, making the boy frown even more, even as his eyes gleamed with amusement.

A week ago a portal to an alternate dimension opened up in Dick’s kitchen to spat out Jaden, a seventeen years old boy, who was Dick’s son in another world. Even after those seven days spent together, Dick couldn’t quite get used to the sight of him or even to the thought that somewhere there he managed to lead a life where he got a family. A real, happy family.

There was something ugly like jealousy burning in his chest whenever he thought about it too hard but… he was happy for the other him, he really was. Jaden was a great kid and he was clearly a Grayson, never able to sit still for too long and always more than ready to climb trees, walls and chandeliers.

They weren’t able to send Jaden back to his world right away – they had to wait for the right time for the portal to open again and Bruce’s calculation said that day was another week from now. So until then, Jaden lived with Dick.

And… Dick knew that Jaden wasn’t really his but he was his son, son of some version of him and he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. So right now, they were at Bruce's gala because Dick was forced to attend and Jaden wanted to go with him.

Suddenly the boy perked up and when Dick looked at him again, his lips were stretched in a smile and his blue-gray eyes gleamed as he stared at the crowd before them.

“Hey, da-aaaring.” He started, quickly trying to save up the slip with a wince.

Dick burst out laughing, not able to stop himself, “That’s even worse!” He cackled, making Jaden laugh as well.

He was okay with Jaden calling him dad – and if warmth spread over his chest every time it happened, it was no one’s business but his own – but they couldn’t really do that while in public. The press would eat him up – Dick Grayson in his early thirties, having a seventeen years old son?

Yeah, no, thanks.

When they finally calmed down, Jaden nudged him with his elbow, the same way Dick had done to him a moment earlier. “Alright, that was awful. Sorry.” He chuckled.

“I appreciate the effort.” Dick reached out to ruffle his hair with a grin and Jaden let him do it with an answering smile. “What was that?”

“I was going to say,” Jaden slipped his hands back into his pockets, voice a happy smug hum. “that that guy right there looks like he’d be a good dance partner for you.”

“Oh come on. You’re the best dance partner I could ask for.” Dick teased but he turned to look at the man Jaden was pointing to. “Which one do you-”

Deathstroke.

Slade Wilson was standing on the other side of the ballroom, dressed in a dark suit that hugged his muscled arms. His hair was pulled into a neat ponytail against his nape and he was busy talking to one of the ladies but Dick had no doubt the man was well aware of Dick’s presence not far away.

Dick was able to feel his heart in his throat. Slade being here meant trouble, more often than not it meant death or at least an attempt at it and Dick couldn’t let Jaden get dragged into this. Yes, Jade knew about him being Nightwing – both in this and his own world – but it wasn’t the same, Slade was… Dick couldn’t let him get close to Jaden.

But then Jaden nudged him again, saying, “The one over there, with white hair and eyepatch.”

Dick wheezed, “You can’t be-”

“I’m gonna go say hello.” He smiled and before Dick could blink, the boy was already weaving through the sea of guests and towards fucking Deathstroke the Terminator.

“Jaden, wait-!” He tried calling but Jaden just waved him off and in a next second he disappeared behind some man, his little body slipping through the crowd with no problem.

What was between Dick and Slade was… complicated, to say the least. Slade didn’t try to kill him anymore and they were somewhat of friends but... some time ago Slade had a contract in Bludhaven. Somewhere during the fight Dick got pinned to the ground on one of the Blud’s rooftops, Slade leaning over him with a sneer of his lips and. They kissed.

And maybe it would be fine, if it was just a kiss. But it grew heated very quickly and Dick would let Slade fuck him right then and there if Jason didn’t chime in his comms to say he got the alert for Dick’s vitals going crazy and he was on his way to his location.

Then, the next time Dick saw Slade was in New York, when Dick managed to ruin his contract. Not delay the inevitable but actually, completely ruin the contract.

The one Slade would get paid over a million dollars for.

Dick rushed forward, doing his best not to look too terrified nor bring any unnecessary attention to himself but people were in his way, blocking him and making him waste precious seconds and by the time he pushed his way through, Jaden was already a few steps away from Slade.

Slade noticed Jaden coming his way, of course, and said something to the lady who nodded with a smile and walked away. Dick tried to get to the boy before Jaden got to Slade but he couldn’t just run through the ballroom like crazy so he was forced to just look as Jaden stopped right before Slade and smiled up at him.

“Hey there, old man.” He basically beamed at the mercenary.

Slade cocked an eyebrow that but his lips curled into a smirk. “Hello.” He said pleasantly. “Can I help you?”

After ruining Slade’s contract in New York, Dick had three broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, so many cuts across his body that required stitches that Dick wasn’t able to count them all and bruises in shapes of hands wrapped around his throat that took weeks to fully heal.

“You can, actually!” Jaden laced his fingers behind his back, leaning a bit closer to Slade with that happy smile. “I was wondering if you’d let me have some of the champagne.”

Slade barked out a laugh at that, visibly not expecting something like this. His shoulders shook as he laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling just slightly and Jaden’s smile widened even more as he watched it happen.

He looked over his shoulder at Dick to show him a thumb-up with excited open-mouthed smile and shining eyes and Dick was going to ground him for so long-

“Of course.” Slade grinned. “Wayne always serves the best liquor, it would be a shame if you didn’t at least try it.”

He glanced in Dick’s direction for an exact second but it was enough for Dick to notice and then he grabbed two flute’s from the waiter passing them. Slade handed the champagne to Jaden, who took the first sip just as Dick stopped by their side.

“Slade.” Dick greeted, throat clenched as if there was an invisible hand wrapped around it.

“Grayson.” Slade raised his flute in mock cheers. He looked Dick over slowly, his gaze a physical weight on his body as if he tried to see right through the material. Jaden turned his head away, taking another sip of champagne with a hum. “You look good, little bird.”

Dick was grateful he wasn’t holding a glass himself because otherwise it would surely shatter in his grip.

“I know.” He forced the words through his lips, making the corners of Slade’s lips twitch up. “Jay-”

“You can’t say I’m in trouble.” Jaden said quickly, pointing his finger at Dick. “You said I can ask him, I did, he let me have some champagne. I just did what you told me to.”

Dick blinked. What-

“No. No, I said to ask your-” …father. They were joking about Jaden asking his other dad if he could get a drink and then he suddenly rushed over to Slade as if he didn’t know who Deathstroke the Terminator… was…

It was like all the air got punched out of Dick’s lungs.

Because Deathstroke the fucking Terminator was Jaden’s second father.

“You can’t be serious.” He breathed out. “He’s-”

“Yep!” Jaden grinned, popping the ‘p’. “Now, I think you two should dance. What do you say, old man?” He asked, glancing at Slade.

Slade shook his head with a laugh huffed out through his nose. There was no way he knew what the whole thing was about but he didn’t look like he particularly minded it right now. He reached to ruffle Jaden’s hair who beamed at him again, “I say I like you, kid. Jay, was it?”

“Jaden Wil- Jaden.” He coughed. “Just Jaden, really.”

Slade hummed, watching him carefully for a few seconds. “Sure.”

Blush covered Jaden’s cheeks and he scratched nervously under his nose but the smile on his lips didn’t flatten even for a second.

“Now go dance!” The boy waved them off. “Go have some fun!”

Dick found himself glancing at Slade. He didn’t look angry, mostly amused and when his gaze found Dick’s he simply offered him his hand with a curl of his lips that Dick would almost call fond.

“Shall we, then?” He asked, voice almost a purr.

Jaden was smiling at him, smug and proud of himself and Dick- Dick was going to kick his ass later.

He was probably going to regret it. There was no way Slade just forgot how Dick cost him half a million dollars and even if he wasn’t angry right now, he would still make sure that Dick pays for ruining his contract. If not now then later and no doubt taking pleasure in keeping him on his toes the whole time.

But now… now Slade looked almost gentle. Under the ballroom’s light, dressed in the three-piece-suit he almost seemed like a normal human and not a super-soldier mercenary.

Before he could think better of it, he took a deep breath and placed his hand in Slade’s.

“Alright.”

#my writing #dickstroke #sladick #and jaden!#anon #short prompts #well not so short this time #but ya know #1.8K isn't that long either

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DL: Descent Short Stories: Lullaby

This is one of several short prompts I had written within the Descent world but didn't put in the fics cuz they're short. I didn't think much about sharing them before because most are random stuff. But this is one of my strongest so here you go. Also, I dunno if this is required but tw for child death? Even though it's a Screamer? Regardless the theme here is a bit heavy.

For some reason, a district of Scanderoon stirred.

It was nosier than usual. The child whimpered, mixing crying with laughing. He couldn't understand why today, the others were making so much noise.

Was it food? Noise meant the big ones had found a prey. He was hungry but he would have to wait until much later, when the food had lost its freshness.

Then came the horrid screams.

And that stopped the child from wailing. He hunched up like a little scared animal and listened carefully. He was small - he couldn't fight even if he could.

There was noise. Something was happened. Something actually frightened the bigger ones. He heard a hiss - a show of dominance - followed by a painful yelp and a thud.

Run! Run from the outcast! the infected communicated to each other.

Outcast?

He thought it was the really, REALLY furious ones. But they came out at night-

Behind him, light suddenly beamed in as the beaded curtains were pulled back.

No. Something came to him!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the Screamer burst. Warning the danger to leave him alone. Warning the big ones to come help.

"Arrgh!" whatever was behind him hollered in a hoarse voice, covering its ears. But instead of backing away and fleeing like the other dangers had done approaching the child, this one kept going. "Stupid ears!"

The child turned and saw it. The outcast.

It was even bigger than the scary ones at night. Menacing-looking and something was all wrong about the outcast. It didn't smell like the others, it acted weird!

Those silver-blue eyes frightened him.

The Screamer screamed even louder, as loud as his tiny lungs could make.

At first, it seemed like the outcast was giving up. Leave him alone.

Then it suddenly lunged after the infected child.

In panic, the child stopped screaming and quickly ducked under a boarded doorway.

"Dammit!" Crack! Thud! The boards were bashed down but the child ran out of the house and down a covered walkway.

Run! Run like the others told him to! He had been told to run even before. Something was always going to catch him and kill him.

Because that something had once killed someone. It wasn't another Screamer like him but he faintly recalled something like that - a figure in red being eaten up.

And now it was his turn. Something big was coming to eat him up as well!

He had to find another hiding place. Somewhere dark.

Somewhere safe.

"Hm-hm hm hmm-hm-hm

Hm-hm-hm hm-hm hm-hmm."

It was soft.

But also familiar.

"Hm-hm hm-hm hm hm-hmm.

Hm hm hm-hm hm hm?"

The Screamer scrambled to a clumsy but slow halt. A sudden, long-forgotten feeling of sadness overcame the fear and in its daze, it was drawn to the humming from inside a building.

Someone used to sing that to the child long ago. Someone they couldn't remember other than the hazy flashes.

"Hm. Hm-hm-hm-hm, hm hm-hm hm-hm hm hm."

A shape came into view the closer he got to the humming. Human-shaped. Prey but dangerous too.

He needed the bigger infected to come take the prey down and once they've have their meal, he could scavenge for the scraps.

But he didn't scream this time.

The prey was adorned in red.

Someone had worn red before in those flashes.

That someone was crying for some reason in the little fragments inside the child's empty head. She was also holding him - both of them terrified.

But she kept on singing the same tone his prey sang. The stranger from his memory sang him a lullaby to make all the worries go away.

For the first time, in the longest time, his eyes watered. And suddenly, for a split second, he remembered.

Mummy!

He wailed. Bursting out but his throat was all so sore from the screaming. He just wanted to cry.

All these feelings felt alien to him and yet, he realized he had felt them before. He couldn't make sense of everything but there was one thing made clear.

He was scared. He was being chased. He was alone. But now she was back!

Mummy! He wished she could hear him! He ran up to the prey in red with open arms.

And all his pleads were answered. The human stretched out her arms to him.

He embraced her and felt her hands wrap around his bald, boil-covered head.

His mother, who wore a blood-soaked, locally-designed dress. He was a little boy with his mother, hiding from monsters outside their home.

Finally! Finally, he wasn't alone.

Why did he forget her? What happened to them?

It didn't matter anymore. He was reunited with his missing mother.

But he still hadn't had a bite to eat!

And his mother still smelled like prey.

Mummy! Please! I'm hungr-!

SNAP!

It was a loud pop that resounded throughout the infected's body. Suddenly, he couldn't breath. He couldn't move - his arms and legs dropped.

He couldn't sink his teeth on meat. Blackness flashed in his vision as he tried to look up. But he couldn't.

Mummy. I'm scared.

He remembered saying that to the human. And that human hugged him so tightly. After that, it was a blur.

His prey still continued to hum. She held him tightly, rocking back and forth.

The fear disappeared.

"It's ok. Mummy is here," he remembered his mother's weeping. Her lullaby.

"Mother takes care of her child. Mother takes care of their home. Mother works day and night. Mother prepares for the next day."

Yeah.

He was safe with Mummy now.

And she would be with him the next day.

Gradually, his undead heart finally stopped. A gloved hand reached over his dry eyes and closed them shut. The prey laid him down, arms crossed and finally, the poor infected boy was at peace. The 'outcast' joined, standing not too far from the prey.

"Good night, hon," the brunette in the red jacket - his reaper - whispered.

#dying light #dl: the descent #dying light game #dyinglight #kyle crane #Freakazoid #Mad Jack #short prompts #dunno if this will be a regular thing btw

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