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Part 2 of A Relationship Told Through Prompts
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2024-12-03
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2025-01-02
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Winter Warmers 2024: Jayde

Summary:

Following the prompts of Winter Warmers to create more murderous Jayde fluff. Can be read as a sequel to Fictober: Jayde, but reading that isn't necessary to understand this.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: A Cold Morning

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Day 1: ❤️‍🔥 Lingerie | 🧣 Coffee on a Cold Morning

Notes:

I guess I'm making more Jason/Slade fluff cause the universe demands it. May my attention span for Jayde last at least another thirty days.

I really went back and forth on whether I was doing this or not (hence why I'm posting late). Because Fictober really was supposed to be it. And (if movies have taught me anything) unplanned sequels are generally never very good. And this is already a dynamic I've written, so I really should be moving on to other shit.

But! The comments on Fictober were (and continue to be) spectacular. And they're so heartwarming and mean so much to me. So, I guess you can consider this my thank you to everyone who's been taking the time to comment. May you enjoy this as much as I've been enjoying your comments.

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Jason can tell the apartment’s freezing without having to get out of bed.  He turns into Slade and buries his face into his chest.  “You should make me some coffee.”

Slade’s arm wraps around his waist.  “I think you should make me some coffee.  You never pamper me.”

“Lies,” Jason replies.  “Lies and slander.”  He hikes the quilt up higher so the lower half of his face is protected from the chill of the apartment.  “And, also, I very clearly told you to turn the heat on last night, which you very clearly did not do.  So, it’s your fault I have no motivation to get out of bed.”

“No,” Slade argues, even as his arm drags Jason in closer.  “We agreed not to turn on the heat because you wanted to move safe houses today, remember?  And why spend the energy it’d take to heat the apartment if we’re just leaving in the morning?  You remember that conversation?”

“No,” Jason replies.  “I do not remember ever being that dumb or shortsighted in my entire life.  Clearly, this conversation only happened in your head, and now you’re blaming me for it, which is awful behavior from a fiance.”

Because they are. Fiances.  Which is something Jason never thought he'd have.  And even more ridiculous is to have it with Slade.  But here they are.  And he's happy.  Ridiculously, heart-wrenchingly happy.  He wouldn't change it for the world. 

“You know what else is awful behavior from a fiance?  Gaslighting,” Slade says before kissing Jason’s forehead.  

“Mm.  Gaslighting.  What’s that?”

“That’s when you decide to be a little shit on purpose,” Slade answers.   

“Ah.  And that gets me closer to coffee how?” 

“I couldn’t say.”

“Then I can’t see why I would ever do that to you.”  Jason kisses Slade’s chest.  “I’m much too good of a fiance to be doing something like that.”

“I honestly don’t think you’re capable of being anything but a little shit,” Slade answers with a smile. 

“You're such a sweet talker,” Jason murmurs.  “The only thing that could make this morning better is some coffee.”

“Yes,” Slade readily agrees.  “You should go make us some.  Then come back to bed so I can thank you properly.”

“Oh?” Jason asks, raising an eyebrow as his smile grows.  “You sweetening the pot?  What kind of thank you?  I might be persuaded to get up for the right price.”

Slade smiles back.  “Well,” he drawls, “I think I would owe a lot to the hero who brought me some coffee, but there are some specifics that come to mind.”

“Mmhm,” Jason hums.  “What kind of specifics?”

“Well, first, I’d-”

“Hey, guys?  Are you up?  I can’t figure out your coffee machine.”

Jason tenses as Slade turns to glare at the door.  “What the fuck is Dick doing in our apartment?” he hisses.

“Don’t ask me,” Slade spits.  “ I didn’t invite him.”

“Oh, don’t say that like I’m the one that invited him,” Jason snaps.  “He’s not even supposed to know about this place.”

“I thought you were supposed to talk to Oracle about keeping things to herself,” Slade says.

“I did!” Jason hisses back.  He glances at the door before he focuses back on Slade.  “He must have found out some other way.  Roy, maybe?”

“I told you we should’ve had him over for dinner at our place on Lefferson.”

“Lefferson has no free counter space.  None!  How the fuck am I supposed to cook in that environment?” Jason asks.

There’s a knock on their bedroom door before the doorknob’s turning.  “Hey, guys,” Dick says.  “You’re awake, right?  I can hear your muttering.”  He pokes his head through the door. 

Jason throws a pillow at him.  “Get the fuck out.  I’m trying to get my dick wet and you’re ruining it!”

“Oh, jeez!  Sorry!” Dick answers before snapping the door closed.  But he doesn’t actually leave.  “Sorry!  I just needed some coffee, and I left my wallet at home, and I’m really tired, so I shouldn’t be driving, but your place was the only close one.  And I really just need some coffee, but I can’t figure out your machine.”

Jason’s head slumps against the mattress, since his pillow is now leaning against their bedroom door.  “I’m going to fucking strangle him,” he whispers to Slade.  “I’m going to strangle him, and then I’m going to dump his body in the harbor, and then I’m going to celebrate his death with vodka and party streamers.”

“You come up with the best ideas,” Slade murmurs even as Jason rips up the blankets covering him and rolls out of bed.  

“I’m going to fucking murder you, Dickie!” Jason calls through the door as he fumbles around looking for his pants.  He shivers.  “It’s cold as fucking balls in here,” he hisses to Slade.  

Slade turns so he’s lying on his back.  “Your fault,” he reminds him.  “You going to bring me back some coffee?”

Jason nods as he slips on some sweatpants.  “Yes, I will bring you back some coffee.  And then I’m going to throw it in your face because I fucking hate you for not turning on the heat last night.”

Slade chuckles.  “Love you too, dear.”

“You owe me a blow job as soon as Dick leaves,” Jason grumbles as he moves to the door. 

“Whatever you’d like, hunny.”

TBC