#ancient ask

I knock ✊️👊 upon the door 🚪 to your inbox 📬📨in the hopes 🙏that I may oh-so-humbly ☺️ request a secret 🤫 of the universe ✨️ from Wisdom themself.😍

If you 😏 would 😌 be 😻 so kind? 😊

Hello, Mr. Charlie soldmysoul, I am doing fantastic, thank you for asking! 😊

Another secret, you say? 🤔

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No not really. It’s fun but for me, it’s a Rorschach test. You learn more from folk’s interpretation than the words or characteristics themselves: 

I found this fic list I started and then forgot about before endgame and it just made me sad to think about how hopeful I was that Tony would survive :(

Liability - Lorde

Boys - Clara Berry & Wooldog

Kept Down - Mother Mother

I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

So this is an ancient ask. It’s one of those I moved to drafts because it inspired a fic. And it inspired a fic that worked for the Slade Robin Weekend. I originally meant answer this with the first chapter but I forgot. Then I was going to wait and post it when I finished the final chapter but that may take a week or two so, in case you haven’t read it yet, here’s the first chapter of Finders Keepers.

Finders Keepers

Rating: E

Warnings: A/B/O, dub/non con, rape elements, kidnapping/abduction

Words: 1330

Pairings: Slade/Robins, Robinpile

Chapter 1

13 Months Ago

Slade has never really considered himself a collector of any kind. He has always fancied himself more a hunter than anything else. However, watching the two older black haired boys snap the third into the restraints on the wall, he can’t help but think that, while they are most certainly trophies, he couldn’t have put together a better set if he’d tried.

He wonders if Bruce did it purposefully. If, when the first kid, an Alpha, didn’t work out, vanishing without a trace, he made the conscious decision that the next would be any other orientation. And when the omega disappeared too, did he specifically go looking for a beta boy with black hair and blue eyes?

The eyes are his favorite part. Dick’s are warm, dark navy, deep as an ocean. Slade got lucky with him. Alpha’s with a natural inclination to submit are as rare as Alphas with a taste for other Alphas. It hadn’t taken as much effort as he’d thought it would to break what little resistance was there. The fight was furious, which is what made it worth Slade’s time, what attracted him in the first place, but ultimately shorter than expected. A couple of years of threats and isolation and deep, scarring bites, bent Dick to his will just in time to help snag his replacement.

The omega, Jason, vicious pale blue-green gaze and foul mouth notwithstanding, was always going to be the easiest. Mostly because biology made it simple. A deep, authoritative growl, firm bite, and shared heat, puts most omegas in their place. Jason was only a little more difficult than the average omega but time, a little help from Dick through a couple more heats, and several months of keeping the boy in a state of constant submission brought him into their pack without much in the way of actual resistance.

“I didn’t believe it,” the last one snaps from where he’s secured to the concrete, thin sheen of sweat covering his bare chest, tone as icy as the little patches of stormy grey-blue peaking out from behind the swollen, bruised faced. Bleeding from a dozen cuts and scraps in varying degrees of severity, Timothy will be the most difficult to break. Betas aren’t as affected by scent as the others, unlikely to be drawn into games of dominance and submission, and a bite is largely just a bite. This one won’t be swayed by rut or heat, teeth or knot. Not in the easy way the others were. Fortunately, Slade is prepared.

“He told me,” the boy continues, disappointed gaze fixed on Dick and Jason, “He told me you betrayed him. I didn’t believe it until now.”

Slade is moderately surprised to hear that Bruce told Tim the truth, considering the lies the Bat had spun for Jason regarding the fate of his predecessor. Ultimately it doesn’t matter, but the change in tactics is certainly interesting.

Sparing a moment to consider his response, Slade feels the older two prizes turn their eyes to him, silently waiting for direction.

He could tell Tim the truth. It would certainly serve to worry, if not straight frighten the young beta to know what was in store for him. But in the unlikely chance the kid escapes, Slade would hate for Bruce to learn the that his first two partners didn’t leave of their own free will. He takes immense pleasure from the knowledge that Batman feels intense and suffocating failure and betrayal every time he thinks of them.

Stalking closer, Slade starts a low, menacing growl that only makes the kid snort. It’s alright that he’s unimpressed, Slade thinks as he makes a small signal behind his back. This is just the first tiny step.“Then it’s possible you’re not as clever as they say you are,” he rumbles into Tim’s ear, nipping sharply at the lobe, then the undersized scent gland beneath it.

Beta’s noses aren’t as keen and the scent glands are there but much smaller, the pheromones they produce much less potent and less plentiful.

But it’s all still there.

Behind him, Dick moves to the far corner of the tiny cell, near the large mattress neatly made up with satin sheets. He places his hand against the wall and a hidden compartment slides open, exposing a keypad. Dick enters a few commands and instantly the buzz of the air conditioner cuts out. A soft hissing noise takes it place.

If Tim was paying more attention, he would have probably been more worried about the telltale sound of sometime being pumped into the room.

As it is, he’s distracted by Jason’s movements, as the large omega removes the nearly invisible scent blockers from each gland before starting on his clothing. Slade is happy to see the way Tim sucks in a breath and his eyes flutter when the sweet smell of heat floods the small space, magnified by the pharmaceutical grade intensifiers, usually used by omegas who have trouble sustaining a meaningfully potent heat, being spewed into the room.

“I timed your abduction strategically,” Slade hums, continuing to scrape his teeth down Tim’s neck as his fingers start to work open the boy’s uniform pants. “This is the first serious day of Jason’s cycle. The intensifiers will prolong his heat for up to a month. Dick’s rut will start in a few days, mine soon after.”

Tim’s body stiffens in realization. “That’s not going to work—ahh!”

Slade wraps his hand around the new kid’s cock and gives a firm stroke. He feels pretty confident when he follows the younger man’s already hooded gaze to where Dick and Jason are having a brief struggle. Jason still makes them ‘earn’ the right to mate with him. Slade likes that.

The scent in the room ratchets up when Dick dodges a half-assed strike and shoves a grinning Jason into the wall before throwing him onto the bed.

Tim shivers at the sight. This may be easier than he thought. Slade just keeps getting lucky.

He grins against the delicate throat. “Get comfortable, kid. You’re gonna be here awhile.”

Then he bites.

Present

Tim groans, loud and wanton in Slade’s lap as the older man thrusts up into him. No matter how many times they do this, he hasn’t quite gotten used to the ease and confidence in the unashamed way Tim expresses his pleasure.

He also hopes he never gets used to the sight of Jason’s warm, wet mouth around Tim’s cock as the omega kneels between both of their spread legs. Or Dick’s soft, sweet lips moving against the youngest‘s as the first Robin lazily slides their tongues together.

“Having fun, kid?”

Dick starts kissing down Tim’s neck so that he can answer but all the beta can manage is another desperate moan when Slade slams against his prostate at the same moment Jason sucks on the head of his dick and digs his tongue into the slit.

“I asked you a question,” Slade growls, stilling his movements, “When I ask questions, I expect answers. I thought we were past the cell but may be you need a—“

“Yes,” Tim manages to gasp, “…having… fun…”

Slade growls again, lower, deeper. A warning. Watches as Dick bites down on Tim’s nipple and Jason uses teeth.

“Alpha! Yes, I’m having fun, Alpha!” Tim cries out, words tapering into a sob as Slade resumes thrusting in reward.

He watches as they all move together. So different, so beautiful.

And they’re his. All of them. His little Alpha, his beta, his omega. His pack. His complete set. Stolen from his rival.

A part of him thinks that Bruce will learn his lesson. They’re out of designations. Batman has lost three little birds. That’s the end. It must be.

But he knows the crazy bastard will try again soon. And Slade has every intention of being there.

He doesn’t know what will come next. How the next one will surprise him. But he’s certain whatever kid comes next will be a fine edition to his collection.

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