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Owens favorite shirts keep mysteriously going missing until one day he comes home to find claire asleep in a shirt he has been looking for for weeks.

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 03:10:10 -0400

As a byproduct of being in the Navy, Owen was surprisingly neat. And he also kept few personal possessions.

So it was a total mystery to him where his favorite shirts were disappearing to. It had happened to at least three of his Henleys, and he was really starting to wonder if they were growing legs and walking away on their own.

He mentioned it to Claire, who had shrugged and said she hadn’t seen them, but she’d keep an eye out, and he sort of forgot about it.

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ragingbulldurham: Part three of the Zach and Gray seek asylum at Aunt Claire’s and Uncle Owen’s!...

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 03:10:00 -0400

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Part three of the Zach and Gray seek asylum at Aunt Claire’s and Uncle Owen’s! This thing is getting away from me, and I’m not really sorry.

“We saw a shark,” was the first thing out of Gray’s mouth when her three boys trooped in hours later. “It was huge, Aunt Claire!” Claire raised an eyebrow in the direction of her husband, who clamped a hand down on Gray’s shoulder.

“It wasn’t that big,” Owen argued. Behind him, Zach shook his head emphatically.

“It was huge,” he echoed his brother’s words.

“It only looked big because it was far away. Far away. It wasn’t close at all,” Owen tried to placate his wife.

“Yes it was!” Gray insisted. “It nearly swam up right past Uncle Owen. It was close enough that he could touch it!”

“You are not helping,” Owen gritted out between a tight, closed mouth smile.

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clawen prompt! Claire and Owen both work as teachers at the same school where the students think they hate each other, but Claire and Owen are actually secretly married

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 03:05:39 -0400

So this isn’t exactly what you asked. I tweaked it a bit. Or a lot. Claire and Owen are secretly married at the Park, and no one knows, pre-movie. And there will be more chapters after this one. That’s the good news. The bad news is that I’m going on vacation until next week so I may not be able to update until the end of next week. Hang in there, pals! And enjoy!

No one knew that they were together.

Not only that they were together, but they were married. Honest to God, stood up in front of God and the law and pledged to only love one another for all eternity, exchanged rings married.

No one, save for two people. Zara and Barry were the only ones on the island that knew about Claire and Owen and only really because it would have been impossible to keep either one of them in the dark about it. Both Zara and Barry often had to track their bosses down, and Claire made the executive decision early on that it could only help to have some allies.

They were it, though. Other than those two, they decided it was best to keep things quiet. Claire didn’t need anyone accusing her of playing favorites, and Owen didn’t need for people to think he got special treatment for sleeping with the boss.

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clawenlibrary: Sunsets and Silhouette DreamsWritten by:...

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 02:51:03 -0400

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Sunsets and Silhouette Dreams
Written by: BbbStrwbrry

clawenlibrary: In His ArmsWritten by: @mrsquill

Mon, 18 Jun 2018 02:50:56 -0400

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In His Arms
Written by: @mrsquill

22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au + clawen

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 22:47:15 -0400

22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au (also requested by bumvoyage )

Karen had an intensely interfering nature. Claire would be having words. Claire would be having several words, some of them would be expletives and there’d likely be many a hand gesture that the boys would not be allowed to see. She’d booked time off of work to come to the wedding, to play maid of honour and babysit Gray and Zach for the weekend while the happy couple went on their honeymoon. It had been seven years since she had last seen them before the run up to the wedding and she was now making up for it. She’d thought she’d be lumbered with the children’s table or sat next to Karen while she rambled on about the joys of motherhood. Instead, the happy couple got their own table for two and she was seated next to the best man. Owen Grady. Rude, arrogant, interrupting Owen Grady.

She’d kill Karen.

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clawenlibrary: Learning To Live AgainWritten by: TheNightOwl

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 22:47:08 -0400

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Learning To Live Again
Written by: TheNightOwl

Clawen: How bout Claire getting jealous when she sees Owen getting closer to Zara, her assistant :D

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 22:46:37 -0400

She didn’t want to date him.

That wasn’t it. That wasn’t it, at all.

She absolutely, positively, did not want to date him.

So this wasn’t about jealousy. This was about behaving appropriately in a workplace environment. This was simply about respecting boundaries, and knowing what was acceptable and what was not.

Everyone knew that dating a coworker was a very bad idea. Messy at best, disastrous and uncomfortable at worst, and while they weren’t technically coworkers, they did have to work together. Often.

And what would happen if they went on a date and it didn’t work out? What then? (She wouldn’t allow herself to think about what would happen if they went on a date and it did work out. Because it wouldn’t. But it wasn’t because she wanted to date him. It wasn’t.)

So no, she didn’t like the idea of her assistant Zara going out on a date with resident raptor whisperer Owen Grady. And it had nothing, nothing, to do with jealousy. Because she was not interested, thank you very much. He was completely, totally, one-hundred percent not her type.

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Together for Survival

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 22:46:19 -0400

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This is my first Clawen fic! I’m such Clawen trash. I don’t normally have a lot of time to write, but I’m sick and I’ve had this idea for a fic rattling around in my head, so I thought, why not?
Disclaimer: Sadly, Claire and Owen do not belong to me.
I was originally planning on making this a one-shot, but it ended up being pretty long, so I’m splitting it into two chapters.
Part 1:
Claire gets sick and is stubborn about it. Owen takes care of her.
Claire Dearing is not sick. She is not sick. She blows her nose for the sixth time that morning and irritably tosses the tissue into the waste basket, where it lands softly atop the five others she had already gone through. She rests her throbbing head in the palms of her hands and braces her elbows on the cool surface of her desk. She can’t be sick. There’s just too much work to do. Even though in the two months since she had returned to Isla Nublar most of the dinosaurs (the particularly dangerous ones, at least) have all been herded back into their enclosures and the park is in the process of being cleared of the major debris, there is still mountains of paperwork that must be finished. And she has yet another major cooperate meeting requiring her attendance in approximately five minutes.

She mentally curses her weakened immune system for failing her like this. It probably doesn’t help, though, that she has practically worked every day until she drops, and has hardly slept at all since returning to the island. Her insomnia has nothing to do with not having Owen Grady by her side every night, though. Nothing at all.
After the disastrous day the park fell, they had agreed to stick together. For survival. And that’s what they did. He’d had no where to go, and she couldn’t bear the thought of being alone, so she had offered him the spare bedroom in her apartment. The spare bedroom turned into the other side of her bed, which then turned into holding each other tightly when the nightmares came. Once back on the island, though, Claire had her apartment and Owen had his bungalow, so there was really no good excuse to continue living together. They weren’t even a couple, were they? It was… complicated. Neither of them had even brought up their kiss in the midst of the Pteranodon attack since the incident. It was easier to chalk it up to adrenaline and pretend it hadn’t really changed anything. They had hardly spent any time together since returning to the island anyways. Claire basically has a company to run. Owen once again has Blue and Delta, and two new raptor eggs incubating at the labs. And he seems to go about his life and job perfectly normally and happily, so Claire is not about to admit that she misses him so much it hurts. Claire Dearing has never been dependent on anyone, though, so it’s rather concerning how much she has come to rely on Owen. It’s probably better that they keep their distance, for now, so everything can get back to normal.

Claire sighs, rises from her chair, and heads for the board room empty handed before her dripping nose makes her think twice. She returns to her desk and stuffs a few tissues into her skirt pockets, just in case. And if anyone asks, she’s fine. Absolutely fine. Just some mild allergies.

Claire normally doesn’t mind board meetings, but this one is miserable. It drags on and on, and only seems to rehash issues that have already been discussed at length. The meeting requires the attendance of all of the park’s major staff. That of course means Owen Grady is there, reclining a bit too casually in a chair across the table from her, wearing a suit that he has absolutely no right to look so good in. As if her muddled brain doesn’t have enough to think about without him clouding her thoughts. It takes all her willpower to not make eye contact with him and at least pretend she is paying attention to the speaker. Her head feels foggy, the board room is freezing, she’s running dangerously low on tissues, and the bright light of the presentation projected on the wall hurts her eyes. When the meeting finally draws to a close – without really accomplishing anything – Claire glances at her watch and decides it’s an acceptable time to head home. She can finish some more of her paperwork curled up on her couch with a blanket and a mug of tea.
She’s almost successfully made to the building’s main entrance without anyone bringing up some pressing matter that she needs to attend to, and is about to congratulate herself on this good fortune when Owen Grady catches up to her.
“Hey Claire, if you’ve got a moment, there’s some paperwork for the new raptors down at the lab that I really need someone to sign off on.” He looks at her expectantly. If he was anyone else, anyone else , she would have said no. She’s certain there are other people qualified to sign whatever Owen needs signed. But he chose to come to her, she knows how much those raptors mean to him, and he’s not just anyone else, so she pushes the picture of her couch and mug of tea out of her mind for a while and agrees to help him. God she misses spending time with him
“Sure. I’ve got a moment.” She smiles softy, despite her throbbing head and throat that’s beginning to feel like she swallowed several knives or burning matches. . Owen doesn’t smile back as she expected though. Instead, he pulls back a bit and tilts his head to the side, while his face dons a rather concerned expression.
“Are you okay Claire?” He inquires, sounded genuinely worried. “You sound kind of like you have a cold.”
Of course he would notice.
“I’m fine.” She crosses her arms across her chest defensively. Owen looks less than convinced, but doesn’t say anything. If there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that arguing with Claire Dearing usually does not end well for him.
They walk out into the parking lot, and Owen offers to drive them over to the lab. As soon as he gets in the car, he pulls his suit jacket and tie off and unbuttons the collar of his shirt. Suits and topical climates are just not a good combination. Claire, though, slides into the passenger seat and shivers lightly, despite the white jacket she has on. They make small talk as he navigates the roads to the lab. She asks about his raptors, and he asks how all the paperwork is coming. Eventually she just falls silent, because silence with Owen is not uncomfortable, and her throat hurts too much to talk. She’s freezing, though, and her eyes land on Owen’s suit jacket draped unceremoniously across the console.
“Can I borrow your jacket?” His eyes dart over to her for a moment with a look of confusion.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
She gratefully pulls her arms through the sleeves and wraps the thick material around her. And she’s still shivering. So much so that Owen notices. He gives her another look of concern.
“Could you possibly turn the heat on?” She hates how miserable she sounds.
“The heat? What -” He pulls over to the side of the road and stops the car, turning in his seat to face her. She lay slumped against the car door, eyes half shut. “Claire, are you sure you’re okay?” She’s seriously worrying him.
“I’m fine,” she mumbles. “Perfectly fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” She doesn’t feel like keeping her eyes open anymore, so she misses his incredulous expression.
“Well,” he begins slowly, “for starters, it’s like 85 degrees, you’re wearing two jackets, you’re shivering, and you just asked me to turn the heat on. That does not sound fine.” She feels like she could make a more convincing argument if she opened her eyes, but it’s much harder than it should be. He reaches a hand over to her, and she makes a lame attempt to swat it away. He easily dodges the assault, brushes her bangs aside, and presses the back of his hand to her forehead. Her soft skin feels like it’s on fire.
“ Jesus , Claire, you are not fine. You’re burning up.” She doesn’t say anything in protest. He quickly puts the car in drive and pulls back onto the road. Claire opens her eyes a few minutes later when she feels the car turn from the main smooth road onto a rougher dirt path. She struggles to make her voice work.
“Where are we going? This is not the way to the lab.”
“Nope.” That’s the only response he offers.
“But the raptors. The paperwork – ”
“ – Can wait.” He finishes, his green eyes meeting her blue ones. They drive in silence for the nest few minutes, until his bungalow comes into view. He pulls the car to a stop, climbs out, walks around to the passenger side, and opens her door.
“Owen, what are you doing?”
He reaches down and gently pulls her out of the car and to her feet, tucking her into his chest.
“Taking care of you. We stick together, remember?” He presses his lips to the top of her head.
“For survival?” She mumbles into his chest. He laughs softly, and she relishes the feel of it vibrating through his body, relishes being this close to him again.
“For survival.”

~Will You?~

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 22:45:51 -0400

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Clawen week; Day 5: Long Awaiting

~Will You?~

“Flight 202, first call for boarding.”

Claire sighed as her flight had been called, she was going to Minnesota to spend Christmas with Karen and the boy’s. However, Owen was not going with her. They had went together to the Mitchell’s the previous year and Owen’s family wanted to see him, especially after the incident that happened a few years ago. Owen wanted Claire to go with him, but Claire refused to abandon her sister on Christmas. There was no argument, they purchased separate tickets for December 15th and packed their suitcases.

She gripped Owen’s hand, not wanting to leave his side. His thumb brushed against her knuckles, calming her nerves down. Owen stood up and pulled her to her feet, embracing her in a tight hug.Claire nuzzled herself into his chest and gripped on tighter to his torso, this would be their first Christmas spent apart from each other since they began dating. She looked up at Owen and frowned, they wouldn’t be reunited until New Years, and with Minnesota’s frequent snow storms, she didn’t know when she would be home.

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Long Showers - Claire x Owen Fic

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 20:52:35 -0400

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Summary: Owen has no place to go after the island, so Claire offers her home for him to stay in. Close quarters can result in close situations.

A/N: Enjoy this smutty mess. Also, find this on AO3 and give it the love it deserves. If you think it deserves more smutty goodness, send me a message and I’ll happy take note.

They didn’t expect this to happen. Well, how could they expect it to happen? Maybe Owen did, maybe, but Claire, she didn’t even think of it. Owen had an arm wrapped around her belly, his leg intertwined with hers and his stubble scratching across her arm. They both lay naked underneath the thin sheet, their bodies a combination of sweat and water.

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clawenlibrary: For SurvivalWritten by: Rose Dawson

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 20:51:34 -0400

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For Survival
Written by: Rose Dawson

A Number of Those Three Words

Sun, 17 Jun 2018 20:49:47 -0400

i-am-drowning-in-the-rain:

Five times Owen tries to tell Claire he loves her, and the one time she hears. Based on a prompt I got on AO3. I’m not really sure that I like how this turned out, but I’m going to post it anyways.

1. The first time he tells her he loves her, it’s kind of an accident, and she’s not even there to hear it.

He’s reading a note she left stuck to the door of the raptor pen. (Because of course she’d be the type to leave a note after hours instead of coming to talk to him face-to-face or, heaven forbid, call him on the phone.) Even though it’s just a notice about turning his paperwork in on time, the words she has printed on the note in her impeccable penmanship make him laugh because it’s just so her. As he’s shaking his head and chuckling, the “Oh, Claire, I love you,” that slips out feels as natural as breathing, despite their enormous failure of a date.

It’s only when he looks up to find Barry eyeing him with a strange expression on his dark features that Owen realizes what he’s said. Barry doesn’t say anything about it, though, so neither does he. He does spend the rest of the day wondering whether or not he meant it.

2. The second time, it’s not so much that he verbalizes it as writes it. He’s stuck in yet another agonizingly long board meeting, trapped in a stiff suit that definitely doesn’t belong in a Central American climate. There are, however, two pluses to the situation, he notes. Claire is trapped in the meeting with him (though knowing her, she probably enjoys events such as these) and he did catch her staring at him a moment too long when he appeared in the board room no less than ten minutes late but wearing a full suit and tie. He decides that he might wear suits more often when he sees the faint blush appear on her cheeks. The color lingers a few moments even after she clears her throat and snaps her eyes back to the speaker at the head of the table.

The conference drags on and on, and Owen’s certain that they’ve been trapped here for most of the day, but when he checks his watch, it’s only been a little over an hour. The meeting switches speakers, and someone hands out packets of information while the speaker pulls up a power point packed with meaningless data and graphs to make it look fancy. Owen absently leafs through the information packet with his head propped on a fist. Judging by the scratching sound of pencil on paper around the table, he’s supposed to be taking notes. He’d long ago tuned out the speaker, though, because they only seem to keep rehashing issues previously discussed, so he picks up his pencil and begins doodling in the margins instead.

Occasionally members around the table will chime in on the discussion, and Owen finds himself looking forward to the times Claire speaks or takes the lead in the discussion, even if it is just rattling off data points and statistics. At least then if he stares it just looks like he’s actually paying attention, instead of memorizing the soft way her lips move when she talks, or the way the tips her copper hair brush her shoulders. While she speaks, his pencil idly traces over and over the doodle in the margins of his paper. She’d most defiantly kill him if saw it.

So maybe doodling the name Claire with a heart around it isn’t very mature, and definitely doesn’t apply to the meeting, but it’s about all his brain will focus on at the moment.

3. The third time he tells her he loves her, their world has fallen apart around them. There’s fire and ash and ruble and red, so much red. They run. They fight. And somehow, though it all, they stick together. He can’t think about the countless times he’s almost lost her, how much everything has changed in a few hours, because if he does, he thinks he might fall apart, and he can’t fall apart now because they’re still fighting to survive. He has to keep going for Claire, for her nephews.

In the end, she’s the one that saves them all. When he sees her round the corner, bright red flare in her hand and Tyrannosaurus and her heals, he’s terrified beyond belief and utterly amazed, and he thinks he is most certainly 100% in love with Claire Dearing. He’s seen another side of her today, a side that is unbelievably strong, brave, and selfless. She is the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.

Then the mosasaur leaps from the water in a mighty rush, and it’s all over so fast it’s hard to believe that this is really the end. Zach and Gray are running towards Claire, and somehow Owen’s arms end up around her while the two boys clutch at the both of them. They’re a mess; Gray is crying, and he’s pretty sure Zach is too. Then lights are flashing and emergency personnel are surrounding them and ushering them towards a building they’ve set up as an evacuation center.

Owen tightens his grip on Claire and buries his face in her shoulder. The’ ’I love you’ he whispers in pure relief is lost in the commotion.

4. The fourth time he tells her he loves her, he means every word of it with everything in him. He’s so beyond-a-doubt sure of it that it scares him a little, because they don’t actually know each other very well, all things considered. And if it scares him, it might scare her, so he tries with everything in him not to say it. Not yet, at least. He can’t even imagine life without her anymore.

They’d headed back to the States and left the island far behind. In the two weeks since the ‘incident’, as they’ve, come to call it, they’ve hardly spent more than a few hours apart. He’d had no where to go and readily accepted when she’d offered a place in her apartment, even if it was only on her couch.

It was simultaneously so comforting to have her near all the the time and also incredibly frustrating. Frustrating in that she’d sometimes stand close enough that he could see the faint dusting of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and he desperately wanted to brush his lips across each and every one of them. Or how in the mornings, when she’d blow on her tea to cool it down, her pink lips would form a prefect O, and it look all his willpower not to just pull her flush against him and kiss her. Or how sometimes when they’d watch a movie together late at night, she’d fall asleep with her head on his shoulder where he could smell the soft scent of her shampoo, and he just wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her.

Or how when she’d have a nightmare and cry out in her sleep, it was like a physical pain in his chest, and he’d run to her side and comb his fingers through her hair until she fell back asleep.

They may have left the island, but the island never really left them.

One night he’s awakened by the sound of her tossing and turning. He doesn’t even have to think as his bare feet pad down the hall to her room. He gently pushes the door open and peers inside. The light from the moon glows softly through the window, and he sees that she’s already awake and sitting with her arms around her knees and her face buried in her lap. She looks up and chokes back a sob as he walks in, and his chest clenches at the sight of her tear stained face. He do anything to never see her cry. He motions for her to scooch over, and he sits next to her on the bed.

“It’s my fault,” she says, and her voice is thick with tears. At first he thinks she must be still partially asleep, because that doesn’t make any sense.

“What’s your fault Claire?” he asks softly.

“Everything.” A fresh wave of tears rolls down her cheeks, and his heart breaks. He reaches over and pulls her into his lap, tucking her head against his chest and brushing the tears away with his thumb.

“Oh Claire, it’s not your fault.” He knows what she means. He’s found countless ways to blame himself for what happened on the island. If only he hadn’t gone into the Indominous paddock until they had checked her location with the control room. If only, if only, if only.

“Yes it is.” Her fingers twist his shirt. “I was one of the people who authorized the creation of that monster. I could have stopped it. I could’ve stopped all of it, and I didn’t. And now I’m the only one who’s not…” Her voice quivers, and the word ’dead’ hangs in the silence. “So It’s my fault,” she repeats, and he pulls her tighter against her chest.

“It’s not your fault, Claire. Blaming yourself won’t solve anything.” He swallows. “Believe me, I’ve tried.” She doesn’t say anything in reply, and he doesn’t know what he could possibly say to make her feel better, so he stays quiet, gently threading his fingers through her hair, hoping that maybe just being there for her would be enough. Eventually her sobs fade and her breathing slows, her eyelids fluttering shut. He gently runs the pad of his thumb over her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear and desperately trying to ignore how warm she is, how good it feels to have her in his arms, and how easy it would be for him to fall asleep just like this.

He doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, though, so he carefully untangles her from his arms and lays her back down on her pillow, pulling the blankets up snugly around her. Silently he climbs off her bed, giving her one last lingering look before returning to his quarters on the living room couch.

He lays down and picks up the blankets from where they’d fallen onto the floor, but now he’s the one who can’t sleep. When he closes his eyes he sees the blood, hears the screams, so he settles for keeping his eyes open and focused on the ceiling tiles till his lids grow heavy. He’s learned to pass the time by counting heartbeats, each one a steady reminder that he’s alive. That the nightmare is over. He can’t help but think that it would be easier if he had Claire close enough to feel her heartbeat too.

Just as Owen is beginning to doze off, he hears footsteps padding lightly down the hall, the slight stick of bare feat making their way towards the couch. He wordlessly pulls his blankets back, and Claire climbs onto the couch, settling her head on his chest under his chin, draping her legs between his. He pulls the blankets back up around them, and his hands find a place on her back, holding her close.

He feels the steady beat of her heart against his chest, and in that moment, he feels like everything might be okay. They’re both alive. They’re both safe.

“I love you,” he whispers before he can even think about it.

But she’s already asleep.

5. The fifth time he tells her, she’s mad at him, and he’s being a jerk and he knows it. It’s definitely not because he’s jealous.

It’s all Karen’s fault, really. With her troublesome marriage, she was at an all-time low in her own love life, and, as a result, had taken it upon herself to help her sister out with her’s.

After the incident at Jurassic World, Karen and Scott have been trying to repair their relationship, for the sake of the boys at least. It seemed unfair that after going through such a traumatic event they would then have to witness the divide of their family. So, with the goal of repairing her relationship with Scott and helping Claire out in the romance department, Karen had come up with the idea of a double date. At first Karen’s sons had her convinced that Owen was “Aunt Claire’s bad-ass boyfriend”, so she figured that a double date with her and Scott, and Claire and Owen would be the perfect opportunity to accomplish both of her missions, as well as finally get to know Owen better. When she found out that this was not the case, she had balked.

“What do you mean, ‘not actually together’? He lives with you, for Christ’s sake!” Karen had exclaimed.

“He’s just sleeping on my couch until he finds a place of his own.” Claire had insisted. She didn’t mention that he hasn’t even looked for a place of his own (she thinks she might die if he ever left) or that most nights he ends up sleeping next to her in her bed.

Karen raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

“Claire, you’d have to be blind to miss how much he cares about you.”

A simple statement that that shouldn’t have made her feel like her heart might pound right out of her chest.

“Well, it’s not like there have been any offers.” Claire told her. “Besides, it’s not like that.”

“If you say so.”

And so, Karen had taken it upon herself to fix her sister’s lack-of-romance problem, insisting that in order to really heal from her traumatic experience, Claire needed to start moving on with her life.

She of course had to set Claire up with an unfairly attractive and wealthy lawyer with an affinity for three-piece suits.

Ok, so Owen is completely jealous.

Because this lawyer guy is much more of Claire’s type than Owen could ever possibly hope to be. And now he’s fuming, because he’s partially to blame for this whole situation. He should have done something, should have said something sooner, because now it’s too late and now he might loose Claire. And he is beyond terrified of loosing her.

Claire’s not exactly happy either. She doesn’t know what she expected Owen to do when she first told him about her date, (jump up and declare his undying love for her?) but it certainly wasn’t his emotionless response of “Oh, have fun,” while continuing to sit on the couch and stare at the TV, not even looking her way once.

(If she had looked just a little more closely, she might have noticed the way his mouth pressed into a firm line, the way his knuckles whitened around the remote, or heard the faint crunching of plastic in his fingers.)

The next day, the day of the dreaded date, as it’s been labeled in Owen’s mind, he begins formulating ideas to sabotage Claire’s date. Maybe he feels a little guilty about it, but come on. There’s no way he can let her go through with this, right? Claire’s out running some errands, so he has plenty of time to himself to come up with a foolproof plan. He spends the next several hours coming up with several ideas, but quickly abandons all of them. Setting the restaurant on fire seemed a bit extreme, and could likely result in Claire getting hurt and him ending up in jail, so that plan is off the list. He’d considered disguising himself as a waiter, but he’s fairly certain Claire would recognize him. Maybe, if there was a car accident near the restaurant blocking all traffic…. No, no. That will never work. He can’t think of any ways to organize a car accident. And besides, they could always just go to another restaurant. He needs a plan that will ruin the date before they’ve even left…

An idea pops into his mind.

Owen jumps off the couch and swiftly crosses the living room to the door of the apartment, stepping out into the hallway. His eyes quickly scan the walls before coming to rest on a small red box. He quickly approaches the fire alarm, taking note of the emergency sprinklers attached to the ceiling. Staring at the fire alarm, a plan begins to develop in his mind. If he pulls the fire alarm right after Claire and her date leave the apartment, the sprinklers would be activated, drenching them and ruining their outfits. Plus, with the commotion that pulling the alarm would undoubtedly cause and the arrival of the fire department and emergency vehicles, there would be to time for them to change clothes in time for their date. Yes, this could work.

And that’s when Claire rounds the hallway corner, back from her errands, to find Owen staring at the fire alarm like it holds the answers to the universe.

“What are you doing?” Claire’s voice, sounding a good deal suspicious, finally pulls Owen out of his thoughts. He turns around to find her staring at him, both arms loaded down with grocery bags and a puzzled expression on her face.

He glances back at the fire alarm. “It had dust on it,” was the only thing he came come up with as he uses his fingers to brush invisible dust from the top of the box. She doesn’t seem convinced, but the grocery bags are cutting off the circulation to her arms and she’s already running behind, so she lets it go and turns towards the door to their apartment.

“Well, I have to go get ready for my date,” she says, carefully watching his expression. If she emphasized those last two words, he pretends not to notice. She quickly enters the apartment, leaving him alone in the hallway, his plan already dissolving. He eyes the fire alarm one last time before walking back into the apartment and plopping back down on the couch.

He can’t do this to Claire. She’s already put a lot of effort into this date. If she wants to go out with this guy, fine. She deserves to be happy, even if it’s not with him. Doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it, though. He keeps telling himself this, wishing it didn’t hurt so much.

He can hear her getting ready in the bathroom, and it’s slowly driving him insane, knowing that all this effort she’s putting in isn’t for him. Knowing that tonight, she’s someone else’s. Not that she was ever his to begin with.

When he can’t stand it anymore, get get’s up and walks over to the bathroom. She has her makeup done and she’s just finishing up straightening her hair. She looks utterly stunning. And it’s not for him.

“Should I call and warn about the board shorts?” He shouldn’t have said that, and he knows it, but venting his frustration as sarcasm has always come naturally to him.

She jumps in surprise, snapping the flat iron closed right on the top of her ear, hissing in pain and frustration. She hadn’t noticed him approach, but, sure enough, Owen is there, arms crossed and leaning against the bathroom door frame.

“I’m not even going to answer that.” Her voice is icy, and his chuckle is empty.

She doesn’t mean for it to come out quite that snippy, but she’s running behind, her date will be here any minute, and she doesn’t have time for his childish nonsense.

“Don’t forget the itinerary.”

If looks could kill…

“Hey,” he raises his hands in mock surrender, “ I just wanna make sure you have a good time.”

It occurs to her that maybe he’s stalling her, and that maybe she should be flattered, but instead she’s just frustrated. She’s been hoping this whole time that he would show some sort of reaction, and of course now he has to take a sudden interest in her date when she’s going to be late.

She unplugs her flat iron and storms out of the bathroom.

“Why do you even care?”

He thinks it might be easier if she sounded angry, or hurt, or something, but instead her voice is devoid of emotion, and he doesn’t know what to say. The silence stretches on just a few moments before there is a crisp knock on the door. Claire straightens her shoulders, throws Owen one last indecipherable look, and turns to open the door.

Her date is there, in an immaculate charcoal suit and matching tie, smiling at Claire in a way that makes Owen’s blood boil. When he tells Claire she looks beautiful, Owen feels something inside of him die a little, because he thinks of all the times he should have told Claire that, how it should be him standing at the door, ready to take Claire on a date. How he completely blew his chance, and now he might never get another.

Then the door slams shut and they’re gone, the sound echoing in his ears along with Claire’s question, ’why do you even care?’. Owen sighs and drags a hand over his face, shoulders slumping.

“Because I love you, Claire.” The empty room gives no response.

6. They’re on their way back to the island. (And - Owen can’t help but feel glad - far far away from that stupid lawyer and his stupid suits, even if his date with Claire didn’t work out.) Some people (Karen) think they’re crazy. Insane to go back there. And maybe they are. But as the helicopter breaks through the thick mist over the ocean, and the majestic green hills of the island, their island, come into view, they can’t help but feel like they’re coming home.

When they were first approached with the offer to join a team going back to the island, Owen, in less polite words, and basically told InGen and Masrani Global that they could take their offer and shove it up somewhere it would never see the light of day. No way in hell would they ever go back there.

But little by little, the idea began to seem less and less awful. They tried to forget, tried to put the island behind them and move on. They really did. But after living in a place so incredible, living a dream for so ling, normal life couldn’t possibly compare. Isla Nublar held a magic they couldn’t resist. And maybe, just maybe, by beginning to pick up the physical broken pieces of their world, they could finally begin to piece themselves back together. Because while this is the place that broke them, it’s also the place that made them who they are.

Things go slowly at first, and then everything starts falling back into place. They’ve cleared the main street of most of the debris, and construction has begun to repair the major damages. The most dangerous of the dinosaurs, like the tyrannosaurus, are successfully lured back into containment, and plans are being made for the few remaining apatosaurus and repairing the aviary.

When Barry returns to the island, he and Owen manage to track down Blue, their sole remaining velociraptor. Owen’s even convinced InGen to sponsor a new batch of raptors.

All in all, things are good. It seems a little too good to be true, actually, but so far things are running smoothly, progress being made one step at a time.

Sticking together for survival hasn’t ended here, either. Once it’s safe, both Claire and Owen take up residence in Owen’s bungalow, and it’s both as perfect as sharing her apartment, and a thousand times more frustrating. Frustrating in that the Central American sun makes the faint dusting of freckles blossom across her cheeks and nose, and he still desperately wants to brush his lips across each and every one of them. Or how in the mornings, when she blows on her tea to cool it down, she’ll wear once of his shirts, and it takes every once of his self control to kiss her and tear it off of her. Or how he wakes up in the mornings to her bright red hair fanned across his pillow, and while he loves the relationship they have (whatever that is) he can’t help but want so much more.

Just having her near is enough, though, and he doesn’t want to ruin it, so they each go about their individual lives and jobs, and sleep next to each other at night.

Their jobs keep them apart during most of the days, though. Claire is back in her position as Senior Assets Manager, and overseeing most the the repairs to the park keeps her busy late into the evenings. Owen is busy taking care of Blue, reestablishing their relationship, and tending to three new raptor eggs in the labs.

One day, Claire stops by the lab to drop off some paperwork, only to find Owen there. It’s during most employees lunch break, and he’s the only one there, smiling more brightly than she’s seen in a long time, holding three brand new velociraptor hatchlings. He’s got one curled up on his shoulder, and one cradled in each arm.

“Claire!” His excitement is palpable, and he beckons her over the best he can with his arms full. Despite her better judgment, she sets her stack of paperwork on a counter top and approaches Owen, a smile growing on her own face. “Claire, meet Dusk,” he gestures to the raptor infant on his shoulder, “Ember,” he shows her the one in his left arm, “And…” Before she has a chance to protest, Owen plops the last raptor into Claire’s arms. “This is Clara.”

Claire freezes, the small dinosaur dangling awkwardly from her hands. She blinks, and the creature blinks in return, making a soft purring sound deep in its throat. Its leathery skin is actually quite soft, and, surprising even herself, Claire tucks it carefully into the crook of her arm. Owen is watching her with a look of pure adoration, and, stupidly, the only thing she can think of to say is, “Clara?”

Owen chuckles. “Named after the one and only.” He shrugs. “With a slight twist, of course, to avoid confusion.” Claire looks at the small velociraptor in her arms and smiles, and Owen can’t help but grin watching them.

The scene before him is just so perfect that before Owen even realizes what he’s doing, his lips are on Claire’s.

Claire squeaks in surprise, but then she relaxes and actually kisses him back, winding her free arm around the back of his neck, careful not to crush the baby raptors between them or bump the one on his shoulder. He pulls back, slightly breathless, his forehead brushing hers, her arm still around his neck. He watches her carefully as her eyes flutter open, her chest rising and falling against his.

“Kiss me again?”

He does. Again, and again, and again.

“I love you,” he mumbles between kisses. It’s only when she suddenly freezes that Owen realizes what he’s said, and for a moment all he can think is that he just ruined the moment, ruined their relationship, and now Claire will never speak to him again.

“What?” is all Claire can manage to say.

“I love you?” He doesn’t mean for it to sound like a question, but that’s how it comes out. Since she hasn’t run away yet, he repeats it, more firmly this time. “I love you.” She remains silent for what seems like an absolute eternity, but when she finally raises her eyes to meet his, she has that small shy smile of hers on her lips.

“Good. Because I love you too.” It takes his brain a moment to process what she just said, but when it does, he has to remind himself to breathe.

“Really?”

“Really.” He presses his lips firmly to hers once more.

“Say it again?” he asks, and her soft laugh is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

“I love you, Owen Grady.”

Owen can’t help but think that in this moment, everything is perfect. He has his island, his home, he has his raptors, and he has Claire.

Double Date

Fri, 15 Jun 2018 08:11:18 -0400

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Summary: It was just a double date. How bad could it be?

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“Do you think they’re still waiting for us?” Isadora Smackle asked as they walked briskly to the restaurant they should have been at ten minutes ago.

“We’re only a few minutes behind.” Maya tried to keep the guilt out of her voice, and hoped she didn’t sound exasperated instead. “They’re not going to leave just because we didn’t turn up on the dot. We’re not standing them up. And that’s if they’re even there already in the first place.”

“We would’ve been here on time if you hadn’t been late,” Smackle pointed out in her usual blunt manner, her heels clicking in time with Maya’s.

“I’m sorry! You know I didn’t do it on purpose, Smacks. I took a nap and overslept.”

Which wasn’t exactly the truth. Oversleeping on an afternoon nap implied she’d been awake the whole morning before taking the nap, when in reality, she’d gone to bed sometime around 7.00 am and, completely worn out, had slept like the dead until the evening. And remembering the reason she’d been up the whole night before, well past dawn, had colour rising to her cheeks. Fortunately Smackle didn’t notice, preoccupied as she was with their upcoming double date.

A double date Maya honestly had no interest in anymore.

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guardianavngrs: the MCU men are a blessing

Thu, 14 Jun 2018 22:02:36 -0400

guardianavngrs:

the MCU men are a blessing

adifferentcall: + bonus

Thu, 14 Jun 2018 21:32:23 -0400

adifferentcall:

+ bonus

bettsfic: Wanheda & the HunterTo protect his sister from...

Mon, 11 Jun 2018 23:16:06 -0400

bettsfic:

Wanheda & the Hunter
To protect his sister from Death, the hunter must offer Wanheda his heart.
A(n NSFW) fairy tale.
bellarke | mature | 10k
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It’s Not Just You And Me Against the World Anymore

Mon, 11 Jun 2018 23:15:54 -0400

still-watching:

Bellarke post 5x06

I had been hesitating to the post this for the longest time, but then that sneak peak came out for 5x07 and I was like shit, I gotta just post it or I never will.

Clarke is tired.

It’s hardly been a week, but she’s just so fucking tired.

Somehow, surviving on a barren, post-apocalyptic Earth with just a child and a broken radio for company was easier than this.

The worst thing about it is that Clarke and Madi were so close to getting away from it all. So close to escaping someplace safe. Well, maybe not safe, per say — at least not for Clarke — but relatively so considering the sheer terror Clarke feels for Madi in Octavia’s presence.

The girl had been on a downward spiral since Lincoln’s death, that’s true, but these last six years buried any semblance of humanity in her for good. Clarke doesn’t know what Octavia wants with Madi, but there’s nothing she can offer her but a life of blood and fighting and death. A life Clarke never wanted for Madi. And she knew this. Knew that they had to get away, but then Madi, in an effort to protect Clarke, went and revealed her true identity to Octavia, effectively ruling out running as a possibility.

Now, as Clarke walks back to her tent with Madi at her side and Bellamy trailing behind, she finds she really has no idea what the hell she’s going to do. Octavia is expecting Madi in the morning to start her training, and she’s not sure there’s any way out of it. Madi will have to fight. There’s nothing she can do about it. Somehow, Gaia seems to be their best shot at an ally, and the thought doesn’t sit well with Clarke. The helplessness clings to her insides like something heavy is weighing her down. It’s all just too much.

She’s so fucking done with this bullshit. All she wants to do is live a life of peace with Madi, somewhere away from the rest of humanity, who after all this time, are so intent on murdering each other in a pointless war. She won’t hesitate to do it, especially where Madi’s concerned, but she’s so done with all the killing, all the fighting.

Maybe it was foolish of her to have had hope that things could be different this time, but she had — especially when her best friend came back into her life — and having that hope taken from her felt like air being sucked from her lungs.

When they reach the tent, Clarke places her hands on Madi’s shoulders. “I know tonight has been scary, but do you think you can get some rest for a bit?” Madi’s eyes are watery, but she nods. Clarke holds back her own tears and rubs the blood from Madi’s cheeks. Nobody should have to live in such fear, let alone a child—her child. “I’ll meet you in there in just a moment, okay?” Madi nods again and then she disappears into the tent. Clarke turns to face Bellamy. “You didn’t have to walk us back.”

Bellamy shakes his head. “I wanted to make sure you both got back alright. Besides, my tent’s right across from yours.”

“Well,” Clarke says. “We’re back now, so you can…” she gestures for him to leave. Bellamy swallows and makes no move to do so. Clarke exhales. “What?”

Bellamy averts his eyes. “You almost left again.”

“I—“ Clarke blinks. “What?”

“You were just going to leave again, and you didn’t even think to discuss it with me.”

Clarke crosses her arms over her chest, glaring. “You didn’t think to discuss the defector plan with me either.”

“That’s different.”

“Like hell it is,” Clarke scoffs.

“That was about Echo leaving, Clarke,” he licks his lips in that way he does when he’s frustrated, “not me.”

Clarke raises an eyebrow at him. “So?”

“So, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Echo was. You—” Bellamy breaks away for a moment, voice weak now. “You were.”

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Bellarke... kiss good morning

Fri, 08 Jun 2018 14:53:50 -0400

youleftme-clarke:

Clarke hums lazily and stretches, her body pressing against something–someone–behind her. All of a sudden, the previous night flashes through her mind, and without looking, she can just feel how the person behind her is Bellamy. All his sharp edges and hard angles are distinctly his. She remembers how he felt hovering above her the night before, how all of that hardness had given way to something softer, more gentle.

They’d been drunk, but sober enough to know what was happening, and neither of them stopped. Somewhere, deep down, that must mean that he wanted this as much as she did, right? The way he’d murmured her name, so quietly, his mouth beside her ear, sounded like a prayer.

Almost as if her thinking is loud enough to wake up him, he stirs behind her, his arms banding around her waist.

“Why you so far ‘way?” he mumbles.

She turns her head to find his eyes, still half closed and filled with sleep. “Morning,” she says shyly.

In response, his hand slides up her body and into her hair, bringing her mouth to his. He kisses her sweetly, his tongue exploring her mouth slow and easy, and Clarke sighs.

“Morning,” he says.

quick kiss drabbles part 1/50

Any 1 - 5 chapter Bellarke fanfic suggestions? I accidentally (lying) read all of yours over the last two nights, and was wondering whether you had any favourites you could suggest?

Wed, 06 Jun 2018 19:42:45 -0400

I can’t believe that you went and read all my fics omg?? like, I don’t deserve it??

Thing is, I know a lot of 1 chapter fics that are longer than some 10 chapter fics, so I’m going to take your request and average it out to fics around 25k words, since that’s where most of mine sit and you seem to have blown through those. Reasonable? If you want more/something different, let me know!

(after putting this list together, I have come to the conclusion that 99% of my favorite fics are by @asroarke and everything she write is gold)

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