#alan grant fic

[mlmxreader]

Ecologists | Alan Grant x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ I wish to encourage your interests and read about hot men! 60. “You do realise that I knew you had a crush on me, right?” With Dr Alan Grant pretty please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ At Ellie's behest, Grant goes to visit an ecologist who he knows quite well... maybe a little bit too well, actually.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, age gaps, roaches (specifically my baby Riot !!)

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It wasn't that Grant disliked ecologists, exactly, he actually respected them greatly and everything they did for conservation efforts, but he didn't like how he felt around you, specifically; half his age, you were strikingly handsome, and never failed to make his stomach turn into knots every time you smiled at him.

He was approaching fifty, you probably just saw him as a colleague and little else; his beard was growing thicker and longer, bits of dust constantly stuck between the strands.

Unprofessional and scruffy, Grant had showed up to your office in his usual dig attire - roughed up jeans, a stretched and worn shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and knocked around shoes that had certainly seen past their prime.

He looked around the office with his hands shoved into his pockets after seeing the various tanks and vivariums telling him not to touch; a vicious, large, snake watched him from behind glass panes. He knew the species, it wasn't venomous, but could certainly pack a punch if it wanted to; he had been bitten by one before, and didn't really want to be reminded of that.

The door opened, and Grant turned to look at you as he moved to hold his hat in his hands; idly fiddling with the brim as he watched you wonder around for a moment, a large cockroach perched on your shoulder.

"So," you hummed, laying a thick log book on the table between you both. "What can I help you with, Doctor Grant?"

He shrugged, putting his hat down beside the book and gesturing to the cockroach on your shoulder. "You have, a..."

You nodded, not even flinching. "Yeah, I know. It's fine, he won't bite... so, you called?"

Grant nodded, biting at the inside of his lip for a moment. "I got an invitation yesterday to see Hammond's island."

"I'm not going anywhere that that rich cunt has laid on his hands on," you scowled, and he laughed to himself. "So this isn't a social call?"

You sounded disappointed, but he pushed it from his mind as he shook his head.

"No," he said quietly. "Me and Ellie need you there. Need your perspective."

"I dunno," you mused, coaxing the roach onto your hand and letting it sit on the back. Its little padded feet rested on your knuckles as you locked eyes with it. "What do you think?"

The roach didn't make a sound, staring back at you until you nodded and looked back at Grant.

"Sorry, he says I can't."

A smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. "Ian Malcolm is going."

"And?" You scoffed, letting the roach wander up your arm again. "Doctor Grant, between us? I always thought he was a bit of a pillock... I'd rather stick with you and Ellie."

He was trying so hard not to laugh. "Well, we're going to this island tomorrow. You can come with us... and knowing you, you'd probably run off anyway the second you see something... you know, he probably has roaches there. Geckos, too."

You turned to look at your little friend as he clung to your sleeve and looked at you. You sighed, gently trading a finger down his back. "Alright. Fine, but only because you've insisted."

Grant smiled, relief washing over him for a moment; he still hated how he felt around you. His hands shook and his heart raced, his words had to be carefully spoken to prevent him stumbling over them. He hated how he felt. "Thank you, really."

You shrugged, coaxing your small friend onto the table. "You know, this species is fascinating. They're densely armoured and larger than others, but when it comes to males fighting over partners, they don't bite. They just sort of shove each other."

Grant nodded, bending down to get a good look at it. Its orange complexion against dark markings was certainly something to behold. "You know, we have reason to believe that these guys appeared in the Late Jurassic... maybe you should come on a dig with us, you can have a fossilised one if we find out."

"Doctor Grant," you breathed out with a soft laugh. "That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."

He froze. He could feel his face heating up and turning pink, and he hated it. His words failed, until you laughed loudly and patted him on the shoulder.

"Did you now know?" He heard you ask.

He shook his head. "Sorry, what?"

"You do realise that I knew you had a crush on my, right?" You cocked a brow, and he shook his head. Watching as you casually let the roach clamber onto your hand. "I'm young, not stupid, Grant. I just wondered when you were gonna ask."

He was still in shock, shaking his head to try and free something, anything, from his tongue. "But... I'm older and..."

"And we are in entirely different fields," you pointed out, grabbing some leaves from your various plants on the windowsill. You held them as the roach ate them from between your fingers. "I'm an expert in mine, and you in yours... besides, if my animals tolerate you... I think I will be fine."

His gaze drifted to the roach eating the leaves from your fingers. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Now, are you gonna look at me like I smacked you all day, or are you gonna come into the back, have a beer, and actually fucking kiss me?"

Grant moved to follow you, turning around and grabbing his hat quickly; he held it against his chest. Maybe he should have called and told Ellie that she was right and inviting you to the island did help him tell you how he felt... sort of. He hated when she was right, but he wouldn't have loved to have anyone else as his best friend in the world.

"So," you gently coaxed the roach back into its tank. "This island... are you hoping to use it as an excuse for a date, or does that come with the invite to your digs?"

Grant shrugged, a bit lost for words. He thought you would have immediately rejected him. "Whichever you prefer."

"I'll take the dig," you told him with a curt nod. "I'll still go to the island, but the dig is a better first date... don't you think?"

[warren-keplers-funk-band]

you know what's cool? dinot3 is the first time i've ever seen a polyamorous ship be more popular than an mlm ship in a fandom. there's more alan grant/ian malcolm/ellie sattler fics on ao3 than there are just alan grant/ian malcolm ones. and i think that's beautiful

[finnofamerica]

Shelter - Dr. Alan Grant x Reader | Fluff / Smut

Summary: Alan would do anything to distract his girlfriend, who is afraid of storms.

Word Count: 396 - Short fic

Date Posted: 05.24.23

TW: AFAB language used, descriptions of sex.

Note: Smut under the cut. This was an experiment in creating a scene using minimal dialogue. This was a vanilla scene, surprisingly challenging me as a BDSM content creator.

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Rain pelted the roof of Alan’s trailer at the Snakewater dig site. Not a soul was out digging while this storm hung over them, shaking the trailers and assaulting the tents. The tight quarters of the trailer had been more than enough for you and Alan for the past three months, though you were expected to clear out by late autumn before the first snowfall. 

Alan had you wrapped up in his arms, your ear pressed firmly against his chest, trying to use his heartbeat to drown out the thunder. Every few minutes or so, he’d kiss your head, whispering comforting words. Most people didn’t get to see this side of Alan. He hid away the sweet man who took care of the ones he loved. 

Thunder cracked across the sky, shaking the trailer with fury, making you squeal and hold him close. Alan gently kissed your forehead, then each cheek, and the tip of your nose before finally pressing a firm kiss to your lips. Your hand wound its way to tangle in his hair and matched his passion. No words needed to be spoken at that moment; you both knew what you wanted to distract you from the storm raging outside. 

He slowly dragged his hand up the length of your body. Your thin pajamas do nothing to block the heat from his calloused palm. Gently he worked his hand underneath your top, grazing over your taut nipples, making you let out a sharp breath at their sensitivity. Alan kissed down your chin, latching onto your neck, surely leaving a hickey in place.  

Time seemed to slow as you both stripped out of your clothes. The whole world fell away as you lost yourself in Alan’s love. He peppered kisses over your chest as he bottomed out, staying still for a moment so you could adjust to his size. Once you were comfortable, he pulled nearly all the way out before easing himself back in again. Each long slow stroke grazed your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through you. 

Alan spent what felt like hours that night coaxing you to orgasm over and over, never taking his own release until he was assured that you were fully and completely satisfied. 

“Do you hear that?” He whispered to you as your exhausted bodies collapsed on the couch. 

“No? What?” You chuckled. 

“The storm has passed.” 

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

I'm Working on the Winners from the Last Round of Ideas (Having a Tough Time Writing Two of Them) SOOOOO...

At The End Of The Hall: Short anthology fic where fathers are haunted by their sons in the literal sense. (Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd, Alan Scott & Todd Rice, Slade Wilson & Grant Wilson, etc.) (batfam, jsa; horror AU)

Bury Me Soon: AU where Jason suffers from Cotard delusion. (batfam; no powers AU)

Cyber Ghosts: Lonnie disappears from the hospital following Jason's return to Gotham. A string of cyber crimes and the distribution of ill-gotten wealth lead the family to believe Jason and Lonnie are working together. (batfam; Canon divergent au)

The Hand I Once Held: Judy Garrick was quick to adjust to her new boarding school until she started to lose time... And memories of her family. (flashfam, jsa; Dark academia AU, no powers AU)

Little Monte Cristo: AU where Jason isn't adopted by Bruce, and he still becomes a vigilante with a reputation for his decisive and brutal methods. (Jason is 12-19 in this fic probably) (batfam; Canon divergent AU)

In This Together: AU where Jason and Steph are foster siblings, and they team up to foil their father's heists. (batfam; Canon divergent AU)

After Midnight: While moonlighting as a bartender at a gay bar, Stephanie spots Jason. They cover for each other, keeping their chance meeting a secret and getting to know each other as friends as a result. (batfam)

Monet Blue, Dilly Dilly: AU where Don and Meloni meet as children in a museum and secretly continue to meet there over the years. (flashfam; No powers AU)

Demolition Derby: Scott Free falls for the toughest girl in the school after his father and nanny force him to take up wrestling. (new gods, fourth world; HS AU, wrestling AU, roller derby AU)

Dead Sons Club: Jason Todd and Grant Wilson walk into a bar... And they're both supposed to be dead. (batfam; Canon divergent AU, maybe a oneshot)

Tread Carefully: Bruce and Harvey struggle to hide their romantic relationship from the public during Harvey's campaign to become the new D.A. (batfam; No capes AU, secret relationship AU)

[cissyenthusiast010155]

I Need You, Alan ~Ellie Sattler x Alan Grant (Grantler)

Summary— Ellie Sattler finds herself in a difficult marriage after all these years with kids to take care of. One night it just all gets to be too much, so the woman turns to her lifelong, old friend Dr. Alan Grant who always seems to be there for the woman when she needs it.

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Warnings: anxiety, panic, implied panic attack, talk to abuse, talk of verbal abuse, talk of physical abuse, comforting, happy ending?, etc.

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Loud. That was all that Ellie could register at this point. Her vision began to blur, whether it was from the impending tears or the impending dizziness, she couldn’t tell. Probably both. She wanted to press the palms of her hands to her ears, try to block out the booming voice. She hated when he did this. Her husband would come home from work and just go off on her. Just start yelling. It would be like that off and on the entire evening. She would put her best foot forward and greet him with a smile, and she would get berated. She would have his laundry folded and put away, and still get shouted at. She would serve him dinner and still get screamed at.

Ellie wasn’t surprised that he’d start going off on her, but deep down she always hoped that he would just come home one day and stop all together. Tragic right? But everyday, her husband would come home and he’d fall back into that all familiar pattern of hollering. Shock was the first thing she’d feel. Then came the anger coursing through her veins like a lit fuse. But every time the anger would be quickly pushed aside by fear, worry, and guilt. The fear lived in her mind, he had a talent for cultivating that in her. He’d put the fears of failure, and abandonment, and neglect, and anything that would hook the woman into her mind. The worry lived in her body. Tremors were something she was accustomed to, a result of the amount of worry weighing on her shoulders. The guilt lived in her gut and in her throat. And he knew how to ramp those up oh so well.

He made her feel so stupid. According to him, Ellie did nothing right. For the 17 years of their marriage, she couldn’t do a single thing right. According to her husband, she was incompetent. She felt her knees start to get weak, start to shake and she felt a lump in her throat. She couldn’t look him in the eyes as tears began to flow. She hated crying in front of him. He’d just laugh at her, or worse, he’d completely ignore it. She hated his condescending, commanding, demanding tone. It shook her to her core. It made her feel so small. It made her not dare say a word back to him. He always had the last word. Always.

After a while, all the yelling blurred together. Ellie knew what he liked to continually say. Why can’t you be a better wife?! You are such a disappointment! You’re lucky I’ll take you, no one else would have someone like you!! And whatever bullshit he could get her to believe. She managed a shallow breath as terrified chills ran down her spine. She was frozen. She was always frozen. She tried to focus on the good… At least he wasn’t hitting her. On bad days, he could get physical, and today, from what she could gather, seemed like a day where he just wanted to let off some steam yelling wise. But it was hard to tell. It was hard to expect what he’d do. And that terrified her.

By the time Ellie managed to get away from his grasp for the night, she was shaking as she stood outside fumbling with the keys to the minivan. She drove with a pit in her stomache. She knew she’d have to return. She knew she didn’t have that long. She just drove and drove, unsure as to where exactly she was headed. Until she reached a line of apartments. She managed to get out of the car as she staggered through the halls. Her ears were still ringing. Her vision still blurred. Her body trembled. She walked up to the door of a particular apartment that practically looked abandoned. She anxiously fidgeted at the doorway, unsure if this was a good idea. There was no going back if she did this. With the last bit of strength in her, she knocked on the door. Alan Grant opened with a soft smile that quickly contorted downwards at the sight of the woman.

“Ellie?”

“It’s George…” she stammered, breathless, dazed, and confused.

Ellie didn’t know what else to say. She didn’t know how else to explain driving across town and showing up at her friend’s house at such an ungodly hour. Where was she supposed to start? What was she supposed to say? She hadn’t thought that she’d get this far. But something seemed to register with Alan, a resonating glint in his eye allowed the broken woman to sigh in relief.

“I see. Please come in.”

Somehow Alan always understood. He led Ellie inside, guiding her to take a seat before providing some light snacks and refreshments for the poor woman to catch her breath. While Ellie was still vibrating with nerves, she found comfort in her old friend’s presence. She didn’t know much, but what she did know was that talking to Alan was the right thing to do. Alan would understand.

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[agender-wolfie]

Someone needs to write an Alan Grant x gn!reader where reader straddles him on the couch and they make out with some heavy petting and grinding and reader tells Alan that they want him to take their virginity. And it’s just soft and loving and sweet and uggghh ❤️😫

[vex-verlain]

An as yet unrevealed author wrote a really spectacular story for me and I would love for it to get more attention/interaction because it honestly deserves it.

This fic features so many things.  Here are a few of them:

The mortifying ordeal of writing a celebrity memoir.

Billy’s niece, whose name is Harriet (but she goes by Harry).  She’s awesome and adorable and should have her own movie.

Alan meeting a young Owen Grady at a book signing!

A write-up of Alan’s novel in The New Yorker.

Bones and Blood: A Jurassic Park Survivor's Story by [author not yet revealed]

Fandom: Jurassic Park (movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Length: 10,286 words Pairing: Billy Brennan/Alan Grant

Summary:

Billy was still staring at him. His face looked narrow and shadowed in the spotty kitchen lighting. Alan always thought about geometry when he looked at Billy: angles and rays and points and transversals. He was beautiful in the way that math was beautiful: like an equation that was beyond Alan's abilities, too complex for him to handle. But there, nonetheless. Holding all the secrets of the universe, if only Alan could figure out how to solve him.

[read the full story on AO3]

[lollipencil]

Nightmare, or Warning?

Literally thought of this when writing the scene for the Jurassic Park 1 crossover. Thought it was neat. This would have been with the Jurassic Park 3 prompt if it had won.

At this rate, I might as well do a similar thing for Fallen Kingdom.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

Something felt off to Alan as he stirred. His eyes creaked open to the brim of his hat, which was expected. It being pulled up to show no one at the controls was not. Suddenly more awake, he began to look around for the pilot (or anyone else).

Only to look into the eyes of his worst nightmare.

A velociraptor. Its front claws braced on the seat in front of it as if waiting for the plane to land. Turning its head, it snarls. Alan pushes himself back hard. Apparently hard enough that the plane suddenly buckles. With a horrific screach of raptor and metal, Alan flies backwards though an inprompto door in the fuselage.

In suprisingly little time at all, his freefall is broken by trees and then the ground itself. The sky had been drained almost every trace of light when he opened his eyes. Only the cold light of the full moon remained.

As soon as he could gather himself mentally, Alan was on his feet. But there was no sign of the plane. But before he could finish registering this fact, the ground shook.

At once, his body locked up. Between each booming footstep, came the haunting call of raptors. But he still dared not move.

What finally emerged from the tall trees was a very different creature than expected. Much larger than the T-Rex, this Spinosaurus had failed to completely shake off the shroud of death. Bones visibly jutted out of gaps between linen bandages, like it had been treated for an ancient egyptian burial, weaving a recreation of its sail with the neural spines. Its skull was striped of flesh and linen, leaving the bare bone to the open air.

As it strode into the moonlight, three raptors followed. All pale scaled with each bearing feathers along the backs of their necks. And yet, rather than fighting with the larger predator, they acted like it was their leader, fanning out to cover the area in front of Alan. All of their eyes glowed with the same moonlight that shone down on them. "Alan Grant," boomed the spinosuarus, "Do not land on Isle Sorna. Leave the Resurrected to their peace. The innocent will be retrieved by other means."

The raptors chirped in seeming agreement. And began walking forward.

Alan's feet finally get the hint to move backwards. They kept approaching, chirping the whole time. Each step back covers no distance. The closer they get, Alan can finally see one difference between them. Their feathers are, from right to left, were white, grey, and black. Suddenly, the calls fade to words. "Alan," they call, the same voice but different pitches and accents. And somehow familar.

Suddenly the grey-feathered one pauses: "Dr Grant-?"

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Alan's eyes snap open with a gasp. For a moment, he could still see that raptor, then it cleared. "Dr Grant?" one of the men the Kirbys had hired also, Marc if he remembered correctly, soothed, "We're here." Alan nodded in thanks, unsure of his voice. Marc nodded back, patted his seat, and adjusts his grey scarf on his way to the cockpit.

[satansluckycigarette]

28, with Alan and Ted, Please?

[countrymusiclover]

Daughter of Dino Legends readers, hit me up with any ideas you have because I am stuck on what should happen next

@abaker74 @oldmanwithashield

[jurassic-park-inthe-world]

Father Malcolm

Summary: The OC, Jane, is Ian Malcolm's adopted daughter, like Kelly, and is being bullied. Her dad's angry and kind of (clearly) flips out a little.

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Third Person POV

Ian Malcolm used to only have one kid: a cute little Black girl named Kelly. Now, he had two: Kelly and Jane, a small Irish girl maybe a year or two older than Kelly, who was now 16. The reason Ian adopted her was because he used to know her great-grandfather, John Hammond, and hated to see that when he'd died, she'd go into the system. He adopted her right away, knowing John wouldn't want his great-granddaughter at risk in the system. Ian loved her, very much, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in Bubble Wrap and keep her from the world forever, just like Kelly.

The day his daughter told him a boy hit her, he flipped. Bad. I mean, Ian was all about protecting kids, the innocents who needed it, if he could help. But a boy? Putting hands on his daughter? The kid was as good as dead. Jane was severely upset, and she told him, "I didn't even do anything, he just doesn't like me!" "Ignore that, for now," Ian said, feeling the rage building in his blood like a pot on boil. he desperately wanted to find this kid and beat him, but he couldn't, because...well, because he as a minor, for one, and two, he didn't think going to jail would be very helpful right now. "Come here." He led her to the garage, where her old drum set was. "I've heard you practicing, can you play me something?" He asked, and jane nodded, smiling shyly. She took a seat and picked up the sticks. "Any requests?" She asked in her soft voice. "Something badass," Ian smirked.

She smiled, turning to a small digital laptop and pulling up a music loader, selecting a song. The tones of "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath began to play, and she started to go to town. She did amazing, Ian was proud of her. "good choice," He grinned when she was done. "Listen to me, Jane." He said when they got back inside. His daughter turned her bright green eyes on him. "Don't you ever let a boy hit you, okay? If he hits you again, you have my permission to kick his ass." She giggled, and he continued, "I want you to tell me something. Did he say anything to you?" "That you and Uncle Alan and Aunt Ellie didn't love me anymore, that's why I don't have a real family." I'm gonna fucking kill this little shit, Ian swore in his mind. Gritting his teeth, he said sharply, "Well, we do. And that is never going to change, got that?" She smiled, looking a little sleepy. "Yes, dad. I do." "Good." He kissed her forehead. "Go take a nap or something, you look tired." She mock-saluted him. "You're the doctor." Then she smirked slyly. "I mean, you're the chaotician." "Go!" He playfully shouted, and she laughed, running to her room and shutting the door. I'm going to protect her, I swear to God. I will give my life for you, Jane Malcolm, He told himself. And he would.

[kitsune024]

Jurassic Park / World Fanfiction

Of Astronomers and Astronauts by Sparked To Life

After Isla Sorna, Eric's life was never the same. He changes his name and disappears after deciding that he's had enough of being the famous Eric Kirby... And he becomes Owen Grady instead. Or: where Eric Kirby decides to get away from his dinosaur filled past, and semi-accidentally ends up the alpha of a velociraptor pack instead. Because he was always an astronaut.

Chapters: 18/?

[freakrenaissance]

These are allllll facts! 😆 🤣 ok. Back on my dinosaurs again, & my Neverending quest to collect clawen fics! I need the gradys (including Maisie) to be happy forever!!

Jurassic World Dominion spoilers ahead

Ellie Sattler said “break into this facility with me as if we’re super secret spies even though neither of us are remotely qualified to do so” and Alan Grant simply smiled and couldn’t follow her quickly enough…

Seriously though, can’t stop thinking about how Alan was all 😍 whenever Ellie was around and then super protective when things inevitably went sideways and then just came out with “Ellie, I am coming with you…” as if it wouldn’t make me sigh and grin like an idiot in the cinema.

Also bless Maisie for instantly shipping it and making the pair of them face the truth we’ve all seen for nearly 30 years 😄

(Non - AxE side note: legitimately thought Ian was going to sacrifice himself like an idiot during the run in with the giganotosaurus and got all worried. It was the only time in the film I was genuinely concerned about someone. Also when Rexy was fighting and I thought they’d kill her off to ‘end’ the franchise. So glad both made it out of the film alive 😂)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

I'm Working on the Winners from the Last Round of Ideas (Having a Tough Time Writing Two of Them) SOOOOO...

Hiccup in Time: Upon Meloni's return to the home she built with her husband and sons, she's haunted by echoes in her memories. She believes these echoes are the key to discovering what happened to her missing family. (flashfam; horror/supernatural AU)

Blood Lines: Jade and Roy's pasts come back to haunt them (literally) when their curses collide. (arrowfam; horror/supernatural AU, no capes AU)

The War Inside: Runaway turned military school student, Grant Wilson, risks expulsion when he falls for a troublemaking classmate. (boarding school AU, no capes/no powers AU)

Star Light, Star Bright: AU where Natalia didn't die or lose custody, and she accompanies Bruce and Jason to Ethiopia. (batfam; canon divergent AU)

Bunk Buddies: AU where Alan develops feelings for a friend at his boarding school during wartime. (jsa; boarding school AU/dark academia AU)

Chicken or Fish: Garth and Arthur age swap AU where tiny!Arthur becomes Garth's first friend/brother. (aquafam; ageswap AU)

Alone Together: AU where a freshly emancipated Thad is Bart's estranged older brother who takes him in after their Uncle Max falls ill. (flashfam; ageswap AU, no powers AU)

The Inside Scoop: Promising teen reporter, Linda Park, gets a scholarship to attend boarding school after her friend's sister was murdered. (flashfam; boarding school AU, dark academia AU)

The Outcry: Grant Wilson feels as if he's always lived in his brother, Joseph's shadow in this ageswap AU. (ageswap AU, no powers AU)

Before I Hurt You Too: Orion's deceased friend's brother begins to follow him despite Orion's objections. (fourth world; boarding school AU, dark academia AU)

Broken, Left Unspoken: AU where Thad returns three days after Mercury Falling and Bart and Thad move from Alabama to Kansas together. (flashfam; canon divergent AU)

Until Friday: Bart and Jason run into each other at the physical therapist's office and start to hang out as a result. (flashfam, batfam, yj98; no powers AU)

[wheneverfeasible]

🧠🪱Wriggly Wednesday🪱🧠

Thanks for the tag @augustjustice! I was actually just thinking about how I had something for one of these.

So I’ve been reading a lot of historical fic lately, and it really got me wanting to do a royalty au. I don’t have a lot of solid details for it yet, and I don’t know if I’ll ever actually write it as I have a lot on my plate currently, but my basic idea is this:

The kingdom of Hawkins is ruled by a tyrannical king; lazy, prejudiced, and greedy. His queen is beloved by the people for the charity work she does, yet the king never hides the fact that he’s disloyal to her. He doesn’t have to, he’s the king. He doesn’t care if the woman he’s interested in is married or not herself, if he sees her and wants her then he’ll take her and the husband just has to deal with it. It’s almost an honor at this point. (Think very JFK.)

The queen hates it, however, and is just as vicious as her husband, only behind closed doors. She married for the crown, not for love, and her kindness is only a front she puts on for the public. Behind closed doors she is cold and vain and uncaring of the plight of others.

And then they have a son. The prince. He is just as rotten as his father. Lazy, greedy, thinks himself above all others. When he grows bored, he demands a plaything. That’s when the soldiers will sweep the streets and bring him beggars and street urchins and, sometimes, the prince will also demand for a petty criminal to become his plaything instead of being shipped off to slavers or executed. The playthings never seem to last for long, and they’re never seen from again.

One day, Eddie is brought forward as a criminal. It wasn’t actually him, or course, but his father. His father however skipped town and left Eddie to fall in his place. It’s known that Alan Munson was the worst sort of miscreant. A petty thief with a silver tongue that somehow managed to avoid being caught. Until one day he strove for too much and the kingdom was out for his head.

With Al having fled, however, sights turned to his son, Edward. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it? Of course not. At least, that’s what everyone says. So Eddie is brought to trial in his father’s stead. Eddie is certain he will be sent off as a slave or worse. Except.

Prince Steven whines that he’s bored, and he doesn’t want to sit through a whole trial. Can’t he just have the criminal as a plaything since his last one broke?

The king grants his son’s request.

Eddie has heard rumors of what sorts of things the prince gets up to with his playthings. According to some, it was a fate worse than death. At least a judgement of death was swift.

Except.

Well, Steve learned how to wear a public mask from the best of the best: his mother. His mask is more extensive, however, because he wears it inside the castle as well. Even his parents believe him to be nothing more than a spoiled, pampered brat. But in truth, it is quite the opposite. And the playthings?

Steve purposely seeks out the destitute, the needy, the ones who one more night out on the street could mean their death, and brings them in. Criminals too, if he knows they’re innocent, or only stole from necessity to survive, or if he believes the punishment far too harsh for their crimes. He takes them in too, as many as he can without his father growing suspicious.

He takes them in, acts for the public like a monster, and only when it’s just him and the “plaything” does he drop the act and let them know the truth. He’s going to get them out. He’s greedy and materialistic to the public because he gives the items away in secret, helping his playthings start a new life elsewhere. He helps them sneak out of the castle and out of the kingdom, if only they promise to leave their old life behind. It is the only way to keep them and those after them safe.

Eddie, of course, believes the worst of the prince, even when Steve’s mask drops alone in his room. He learned long ago not to trust royals. There’s a little bit of enemies-to-friends-to-lovers here then, as Eddie doesn’t trust Steve at first, and also refuses to leave the kingdom without his uncle.

So Eddie and Steve bicker about it, and Steve says fine but Eddie has to play the part of his plaything for the public and his parents, which involves a lot of being caught in compromising positions sometimes to sell it.

Except Eddie starts to grow real feelings when he realizes that Prince Steven really is a good man. Eddie soon has another reason why he doesn’t want to leave the kingdom, even if he believes a prince could never return his feelings.

Plot Possibilities:

- Steve’s last “plaything” was Jonathan. A rare volunteer to be the prince’s plaything in exchange for goods for his poor family. He initially does not trust Steve for a while, but eventually they build a kind of wary friendship.

- Steve was in talks for a betrothal with a noble lady, Nancy. She thought him a cretin as she only knew the mask he wore, while her lady-in-waiting, Barb, would mutter insults about him to her making Nancy have to cover her laughter. Steve heard them and thought they were hilarious, but pretended to be clueless.

- Jonathan sees Nancy and falls in love immediately, making Steve have to figure out a way to get the two of them together without blowing his cover. He eventually succeeds and Steve makes everyone believe Jonathan “broke” and was discarded when on reality he helped smuggle him out with Nancy’s entourage when the betrothal talks fell through and she returned to her land.

- Steve still anonymously takes care of Jonathan’s family like he promised he would, the only way Jonathan would leave with Nancy.

- Robin was originally given to Steve as a tribute, the daughter of an enemy soldier, and Steve keeps her as a plaything for a while (she attacks him the first night before he can explain the truth) and when she “breaks” he shortly thereafter obtains a new servant who looks remarkably like her, named “Rob”.

- During one of the times Steve is manhandling Eddie in public to keep up the act, Eddie gets a very ill-timed boner at the fake threat Steve growls at him, finding out the hard (pun not intended) way that maybe he might like some of the things evil Prince Steven is supposed to be doing to him.

- Eddie seduces Steve realizing the man would never force himself on Eddie. They try out some of things Prince Steven threatened him with and eventually Steve can make his mask’s threats seem far more genuine when Eddie follows him with bruises and a stiff gait afterwards. (Eddie loves every second of it.)

- A minor nobility cannot pay taxes so the king takes his young daughter for his son as payment and to humiliate the noble as a lesson for others. Her name is Chrissy.

- Robin is instantly smitten with Chrissy. The feeling is swiftly mutual once Chrissy realizes “Rob” is a woman.

- something something something

- Steve’s parents die/are murdered/are executed/idk

- Steve is made king and people are wary at first expecting him to be like his father. He can finally drop his mask and it’s revealed that all the good things people thought was his mom was actually him doing it.

- One of the first orders of business he does is grant Rob a title of nobility for loyal service and saving his life (stripping another noble of their title for their disloyalty/treason?).

- Steve tells Rob “he” can have any one wish of his granted. Rob asks for Steve’s concubine Chrissy as his wife (as per previously plotted by the three of them) and Steve grants it.

- Steve frees Eddie from his bondage, expecting Eddie to leave and never look back. He tries not to show how much that hurts.

- Eddie stays. Obviously.

- They go to bed with a bit of role reversal. Steve loves every second of it.

- Steve remains a bachelor king with a questionably close friendship with one of his advisors that the people of the kingdom knowingly smirk about but support because he’s an amazing king who always takes care of his people.

- Steve appoints his heir as this loudmouth whippersnapper with an attitude he takes under his wing for whatever reason. He questions his sanity every day after.

- Years later, King Dustin and Queen Suzie rule the land following in his predecessor’s footsteps; with care, humility, and equal justice for all.

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concept for a fun otherverse fic:

young "witch" who does "magic" but only in the alan moore/grant morrison way of "all art is magic" and the expression of jungian archetypes and is all just self centering rituals for self esteem and regain control over the narrative of her life

but thenshe accidentally, either by sheer repetition or because she stumbled into something legitimate, her spells start actually fucking working for real and she discovers the actual world of the practisce and others and doesnt know what to do with that