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Sicktember #9

Prompt: White Coat Syndrome

Fandom/OCs: Jurassic World (Claire and Owen)

Words: 1700

Inspiration: None

Author’s comments/background: Set before the events of the first Jurassic World movie, a few days after the last fic I wrote for this fandom (read it here if you want). I know this isn’t a super popular fandom, but as I said before, it’s one I know well and can write easily. And guys like Owen are the perfect whumpees in my opinion.

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Claire wasn't sure what led her to go check on Owen that evening, except that she had a hunch he might need some help. The Monday after their strange “date”, he didn’t show up for work, and after some digging, she learned he had called in sick. A man like Owen Grady, born and raised in the military, doesn’t call into work for a cold, or for anything short of being near death. He hadn’t been well on Saturday, but it hadn’t seemed like anything alarming. Had he worsened over the rest of the weekend?

Going completely against her character, she actually left work early that day. “I won’t even leave in time to make sure I get dinner at a decent hour, but I’m leaving early to check on some random guy. What does that say about me?” she muttered to herself as she drove over to his bungalow.

It looked much the same as it had two days prior, though today it had an almost deserted feel. With some trepidation, Claire mounted the steps and knocked. It took several tries before he answered, and when he did she regretted not texting ahead like she’d considered. He was an awful mess, looking sicker than anyone she’d ever seen. He was sweaty and disheveled, and he sagged against the doorframe as if his legs couldn’t hold him, yawning and shirtless and dressed in athletic shorts. Behind him his house was dark with all the blinds drawn, so she couldn’t see what lay beyond.

“Claire?” he croaked, squinting into the afternoon sunlight, though he stayed as far back from the light as he could. “Whadt are you doi’g here?”

“I heard you were still sick, so I came to check on you. I’m glad I did, because, wow, are you looking horrible. Are you… okay?”

“I mbean… I’ve been bedder. I wouldn’t have called in if I wasn’t sigck as hell.” He coughed wetly, proving his point. “Did you cumb jusdt to see for yourself, vouch to the bosses thadt I’mb ndot playi’g hooky?

“I came because I was worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself. Can I… come in for a minute?”

Owen ran a hand through his tangled hair. “I mbean… thadt’s really ndot ndecessary. I’mb fide. But I guess suidt yourself.” He stood aside to let her brush past.

“I can see from here that you’re most certainly not fine. You said it yourself, you wouldn’t have called in if you were fine. Here, sit. Or lie down if you want. I’m sorry I got you out of bed. Can I get you anything?”

“Ndo. I told you, I’mb fide. I’mb… I’mb handli’g idt.” He gingerly lowered himself to the couch and lay back as he spoke, pressing a hand to his forehead as if in pain.

“Nothing? Not even a glass of water? I can run to the store too. Whatever you need.”

“I guess sumb water. Budt you really don’t have to stay. I don’t wandt you to catch this.”

She ignored him and fetched him a tall glass of ice water. He sat up awkwardly, drinking down the liquid as if he hadn’t drunk anything all day. The way the fever sweat was pouring off him, she guessed he probably felt like he hadn’t. She’d brought a clean, dry cloth back with her from the kitchen and sponged off the sweat from his face and neck as he drank, then pressed her palm to his forehead. He was roaring with heat, much warmer than he’d been only a few nights before. He groaned softly as he leaned into her touch.

“Damn, I should’ve brought a thermometer,” she sighed. “What hurts? You have to have some sort of infection with a fever like that.”

He shrugged, stifling a cough. “Mbainly jusdt mby head. I’ve had the worst splitti’g headache since yesterday. Mby ndose, I guess. Jusdt totally plugged up.”

“Is there green mucus when you sneeze?”

“Umb… yeah,” he mumbled, embarrassed.

“And your headache is here?” she gently touched right between his eyes. He nodded miserably, pressing the ice-filled glass to the spot as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Sinus infection,” she said, nodding sagely. “That means antibiotics. C’mon, I’ll drive you to the doctor. I don’t trust you behind the wheel, since I’m sure your head hurts too badly to see straight.”

Owen made a face. “I’ll jusdt ledt idt run idt’s course. I’mb ndot goi’g to the doctor jusdt for a cold.”

“Sinus infection,” Claire corrected. “And yes you are. It’ll take weeks to clear up on its own, if it ever does, and you’ll get worse before you get better. Trust me, the doctor is what you want.”

“Ndo, I really don’t. I’mb fide withoudt,” he insisted, and this time Claire thought she saw a flash of fear in his eyes.

Claire raised her eyebrows. “Owen Grady, are you afraid of going to the doctor? You are, aren’t you!” she answered herself when he shook his head mutely, his eyes wide. “You’re not afraid of raptors, but you’re afraid of people in white coats?”

He sighed, then coughed wetly, glancing away. “Adt least the raptors would kill mbe fasdt. Doctors poke and prod you until you die a slow, paindful death instead. I had enough of thadt in the service.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” she said. “It’ll be a short visit. Just in and out to get a prescription. And I’ll be with you every step of the way. Consider it a second date. We can even get food after, if it’ll make you feel better.”

She had definitely piqued his interest upon mentioning a date, but she saw him continuing to war internally. “You’re sure I ndeed mbedicine?”

“Pretty certain, yeah. And you can’t tell me you aren’t wanting something to help you feel better faster.”

He shrugged as he looked up at her again, and all she saw was nervousness, which when paired with his visible illness made him seem incredibly boyish. “If I go, you’ll stay with mbe?”

“The whole time. If that’s what you want.”

He thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Thed I guess I’ll do idt. Since I can tell you’re ndot goi’g to ledt idt go.”

“Nope, I'm not. So I’m glad you’re being reasonable. Do you need help getting ready?”

She saw a flash of the old, roguish Owen then. “Are you offeri’g?” he asked with a smirk.

“You know what, forget I said anything. You go ahead, and take as long as you need. But try to not collapse while you’re naked, please. Neither of us wants that.”

“Yes mba’am,” came the slightly deflated response.

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The urgent care visit and subsequent pharmacy run were unremarkable. Owen was a ball of anxiety the whole time, fidgeting and agitated. He was brusque and borderline rude to the nurses, even though most of them were very pretty, and Claire watched this transpire with curiosity. The telling moment came when they were taking his blood pressure and pulse, though.

“Those are both pretty high,” came the verdict from the nurse. She looked at him seriously. “And you're not on any blood pressure meds. Other than your respiratory symptoms, are you feeling okay?”

“I’mb fide, like I keep telli’g everyone. I jusdt don’t wandt to be here,” he spat.

A look of understanding crossed her face. “Oh, so a case of whitecoat syndrome, then. Got it.” She made a note in his chart, and nothing more was said about it, though Claire gave him a playful nudge when they were alone to try to lighten the mood. He mostly ignored her and stared at his feet, shivering in long sleeves and sweatpants and looking utterly pathetic.

She could tell he was more than relieved when they pulled into his driveway after all was said and done, and beyond exhausted as well. It seemed like he barely made it to the couch before collapsing, burying his face into a throw pillow.

Claire bustled around, setting things down and fetching him water and medicine as she listened to him sniffle and cough endlessly. Finally she perched on the edge of the couch and rubbed his back to get his attention. He turned to meet her eyes, his own heavy-lidded and fever-bright.

“Just take this medicine and drink a glass of water, and then I’ll let you sleep,” she promised.

He took the items and did as he was instructed before settling down again. Claire continued to stroke his back for a bit, and his eyes slipped closed under her touch. After a few moments she stood and stretched.

“Are you leavi’g?” he croaked, opening his eyes as soon as her hand was gone.

“I guess so. You should get some sleep, and so should I. It’s getting late.”

His face fell. “Oh. Okay.”

“What? There’s nothing else I can do for you right now. We got everything you need at the pharmacy. There’s no reason for me to stay.”

“Can you… adt leasdt stay until I fall asleebp?” he asked, boyish and shy again. He wondered if he was doing that intentionally, because it was very effective.

“And why would I do that?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe, echoing their exchange from a few nights prior with a smirk.

He clearly remembered, and smiled back. “Idt’s jusdt… you prombised you’d be with mbe every stebp of the way. The ndight’s ndot over yedt.”

Claire shook her head, still smiling. “So I did. Okay. Until you fall asleep, then.”

“Will you rub mby bagck again? Thadt feldt so good,” came the final congested request.

“Give an inch and he asks for a mile," she laughed. "Fine, scoot over a bit, then.”

Owen eagerly complied, closing his eyes again as soon as Claire resumed scratching and rubbing his back.

“Do you thingk you’ll cumb bagck tomorrow?” he asked sleepily after a few moments.

“Maybe. We’ll see. If you play your cards right.”

“Thed I hope I gedt the besdt damn hand ever.”

Claire smiled to herself, and so did Owen. In fact, he fell asleep with a smile on his face. She kept rubbing his back, though, and didn’t move for a long time.

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #prompt 9 #jur/assic wor/ld

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enchanted--realm · 1 year ago

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But It’s An Animal Hospital

Prompt by @jurassicsickfics 1: Intense Isla Nublar/Sorna heat causing nausea. Thanks for keeping the fandom alive!

Tags: Clawen, Sickfic, One Shot, Jurassic world, Pre-Jurassic World (2015), Claire Dearing/Owen Grady, Owen Grady takes care of Claire Dearing, heat exhaustion, pov descriptions of feeling sick

Summary: Claire suffers from mild heat exhaustion and Owen takes care of her, cuteness ensues. Clawen one shot sickfic.

Content warning, pov descriptions of feeling sick.

Notes: Personally, I'm not a big fan of reading about stomach upset and think it's really gross, so the descriptions of nausea are pretty mild. No one actually ends up v*miting. So, sorry if that's your thing?? To each their own though.

Happy Jurassic June everyone! Clawenafterdark on twitter, shout out to you!

Also, this is the first Clawen fic I've ever written and I've been obsessing over another fandom lately so this may read a little out of character, I'm not really sure. I tried my best. Thank you so much for reading! < 3

Keep reading under cut

Link to work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47698048

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The sun was beating down on Claire all day, and the humidity felt like it was trying to choke her. It was the hottest day of the year yet, and of course today was the day that Claire's schedule had her running all over the park.

Her usual morning meetings had been replaced by an investors tour which she had been giving around the outdoor paddock of one of their newest attractions. She had answered question after question in the ninety degree heat, trying to look composed while brushing sweat off her brow, and it wasn't even noon then.

She'd known she'd be outside for the majority of the day, and so she had dressed accordingly in her loosest and lightest business attire, but given it was only morning when she started to tire from the heat, she knew she had a brutal day ahead of her.

After the investors tour, which had unfortunately gone overtime, Claire had driven across the park to see about new developments for one of the resorts. Another outdoor meeting. Her car had felt like an oven on the way there with the air conditioning still not working since she kept forgetting to call the auto shop. She had to have all the windows down just so she could breathe. Of course by that time her water had gone warm and did nothing to cool her down.

When she had parked at the resort, she ripped open an instant cooling pack. Over the years of living on the island, she learned to keep them on hand for hot days like this. She hardly had the time to use it though if she wanted to get to her meeting on time, so she had tossed it in the glove compartment after a minute of use.

By the time Claire had gotten back to her car from meeting with the designers she was suffering from a small headache. The meeting had gone well enough, but it was a complete waste of time. All Claire did was nod her head in approval basically. She hated meetings like those. There were a million other things she could have been doing. She supposed the only reason she had been there was to instill fear into the staff and remind them of the standards they had to live up to. They never detoured inside the resort like she had hoped, so that was another sweltering, wasted 40 minutes of her life.

She had looked forward to driving back to her office to enjoy lunch indoors when she had gotten a phone call from one of the directors. There was a major brief happening later that day with Jurassic World's top veterinarian, and one of the directors working on the brief called her to come early, as they were dealing with an emergency that needed her input. She had stayed on the phone with the team as she drove over, and they queued her in on the scenario. She was basically approving the matter over the phone but she still needed to be there in person to see the situation through. By the time their little emergency had been taken care of, it was almost two hours past the matter, and it was now time for the regular scheduled briefing to occur.

This is how Claire found herself now at the main outdoor paddock, standing in the hot sun once again, not having had any break from the heat for the entire five hours she had been at work.

She was hungry, she had a headache, and God it was hot out.

She squinted as she looked around the paddock where herself, the vice president, top directors, the entire veterinarian department, head staff animal handlers, and a few select fellows, were meeting. Zara spotted her near the front of the group and came to stand by her side. Claire smiled at her in greeting and listened as Zara talked about her morning. Claire couldn't remember a word of what her assistant was saying, though. Claire kept zoning in and out of the conversation, tired from the morning she had. Though Claire lived on the island for about a decade now and was used to the Central American heat, she normally spent her work day indoors and wasn't used to spending long hours in the sun like this. It didn't help that she hadn't eaten since breakfast.

Her stomach grumbled a little then, and she tried to ignore the empty concave of her stomach and instead focus on the head veterinarian as he called the briefing to a start.

The brief began outdoors of the paddock, the sun still high in the sky and the heat peaking at the hottest hours of the day. It must have been well over a hundred degrees by now and the humidity was still suffocating. They thankfully moved indoors as they walked through the animal hospital, though the air was stuffy and warm from all the bodies in the room. That's when she noticed Owen Grady in their small crowd. He was standing near a few people she recognized to be animal handlers. He walked with that confident swagger he usually wears, and Claire felt her stomach somersault at the sight of him. She inwardly groaned as the butterflies in her stomach and added flush in her cheeks did nothing to help her feel any better in handling the heat. Her bangs were starting to stick to her forehead. She hoped she didn't look too much of a mess. Immediately, she scolded herself in her thoughts for being worried about what she looked like in front of Owen Grady of all people. She was not going to give that meat-head, scoundrel of a man anymore attention, no matter how handsome he was, nor how his voice dipped when he talked to her. Her stomach flipped again and she cursed in her thoughts. She most certainly did not give any attention to his backside as he followed the group out of the room, most certainly not. She took a deep breath as she followed everyone outside to another paddock. Being one of the last few people to exit the hospital, she ended up standing in the unwanted spot directly in the sun, the rays beating atop her head, most likely making her skin burn as well. She couldn't remember the last time she reapplied her sunblock.

Squinting against the sun, she tried to focus on what the veterinarian was saying but just had to pretend by this point. Gosh, the heat was so strong she was starting to feel lightheaded, she thought. Good thing Zara was taking notes. Claire took another deep breath, resisting the urge to fan herself and willed her mind to stay awake and focused. The briefing was allotted two hours in her calendar. She already felt like they'd been there for five, so it couldn't last much longer. She told herself she just had to keep it together until the meeting was over, and then she could go back to her air conditioned office in peace.

Unconsciously, Claire smacked her lips together, tasting the dryness of her mouth. Her stomach was starting to feel uncomfortably empty, she noticed. If she had some privacy she could let herself falter, she thought, but she couldn't let the staff see her in this state. Sure, Claire was only human like the rest of them, but she didn't want the image of her stumbling away lightheaded living in anyone's mind, especially the staff she commanded. She needed people to respect her.

She swallowed again, her mouth feeling pasty, and then her stomach cramped. She stilled, her breath hitching, until her muscles released and then she took a relieving breath. This could not be happening now, she thought. Perhaps she should find someplace to sit down, but she hesitated at the idea. This briefing was important and she had to be here. Breaking her from her thoughts, she caught some movement in her peripheral vision. Her eyes widened at recognizing Owen Grady standing at her right. She quickly collected her facial expression, hoping he didn't notice her surprise. Was he standing next to her the entire time, she thought? She spared another glimpse his way and tried not to notice the way his hand rested on his hip, or the way his other hand smoothed over his scruff, or how his musky scent drifted over from where he stood. Her cheeks flushed then, and heat swelled through her entire body. A wave of lightheadedness went through her again, and she wasn't sure if she swayed in her footing or if it only felt like she did. She spared a glance at Owen again and he seemed closer to her than before. Did she do that or did he, she wondered. Gosh, her stomach felt awful.

She tested her tongue in her mouth again, detecting a funny taste building up. She had no idea what the head veterinarian was talking about anymore. All she could focus on was the feeling of the sun beating down on her skin, and the beads of sweat trickling down her hairline, making her bangs stick to her forehead. Hot. She felt so hot. She briefly registered Zara's voice and then suddenly a shadow blocked the glaring sun from her eyes. Staring straight ahead, it took her a second to realize Owen Grady stood in her vision. She looked around to see the small crowd dispersing. She hadn't even realized the brief ended.

She heard Owen say her name then, and she turned back to him, finding it difficult to look up into his eyes.

"You okay?" Owen asked. He sounded a little fuzzy in her ears, though she recognized the concern in his voice even if she couldn't see his face.

Another wave of lightheadedness made her delay in response. "Fine," was all she was able to breathe out. Without thinking, she lifted her hand to hold onto his arm to steady herself and started to step towards the animal hospital. Her head instantly felt like it was trying to float away as she walked too quickly. Owen's hand pressed hot to her back, keeping her balanced.

He said something she didn't register and she found it comforting, but at the same time his warm breath was on the skin of her cheek and it made her stomach coil even more than it already was.

She didn't realize he was guiding her inside the animal hospital until the door closed behind them.

"The heat," she managed to breath out as she followed him to where she knew there was a private break room. Owen walked them too fast for her liking, though she knew they were walking slowly anyhow, and she feared she would faint on the way there, tightening her grip on his hand that she was apparently holding. The moment Owen opened the door to the small break room the cold air hit her face and she felt instant relief. She stepped through the door and breathed in the cold like she was gulping down ice water. She stumbled immediately into a chair at the small round table in the center of the room and rested her head in her hands, closing her eyes. One of her hands quickly moved to her stomach when she felt it tighten with another wave of nausea. She couldn't help the small cry that escaped her lips at the feeling.

"Claire." Owen pushed her hair out of her face. His strong voice helped her focus her mind.

"I'm okay. I'm okay," she panted, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt Owen brush her hair once more before leaving her side and heard him rumbling through the cabinets of the kitchenette. Claire continued to breathe in the cool air and felt her head steady to a slightly less floating sensation. It calmed her down a little and her heartbeat started to regulate.

"Drink this." She heard Owen's rough voice and then something thumped onto the table. She blinked her eyes open to half-lidded and saw an opened bottle of water in front of her.

She just stared at it for a moment, not having the strength to move right away. Then she lifted the hand from her stomach and reached for the water, raising her head just enough so she could take a drink. Owen sat to her right, fumbling with whatever else he brought over to the table, she didn't know what. Her stomach churned as she brought the water closer, but she knew she should at least try to drink something. She brought the bottle to her lips and took the smallest sip. When she swallowed she felt another wave of nausea, and she scrunched her face, turning away and setting the bottle back on the table.

"Try to drink some more," he prompted her softly.

"Mm." She shook head, still scrunching her eyes closed. "Nauseous," she explained, leaning her elbows on the table and resting her head on her hand again. She panted lightly as she gazed mindlessly in front of her, her heartbeat picking up again.

She heard Owen move something plastic around. "Here. This will help," he said.

She gasped as an icy cold sensation landed between her shoulder blades and then quickly relaxed, almost groaning at how pleasurable it felt. A shiver ran through her body and she sighed as she relaxed more, leaning her elbows further and sinking into the table. Her head slid in her hand as she tilted to look sideways, meeting Owen's eyes for the first time since being in the room. She just blinked at him as he stared at her, and then she closed her eyes again, too tired to focus on anything.

She relaxed like that for a minute before she felt Owen moving the ice pack up to the back of her neck. She breathed deeply again in relief.

"How are you feeling?" Owen asked softly.

Claire's head was still floating and her stomach a little sick, but she could feel her mind starting to come back to her at least. She sat up the slightest bit, still propping her head up by her chin.

Claire licked her lip before speaking. "A little better," she admitted, her voice slightly hoarse so she cleared it. She blinked at him, finally able to hold her focus on Owen clearly. His gaze was soft and there was a pretty shine in his eyes, she thought. Her stomach somersaulted for non-sick-related reasons, and she had to break eye contact with him in order to steady herself. She couldn't find the strength to lift her head from her hand, so she held the weight of it as she stared at the first aid kit Owen found, seeing the open wrapper of an instant cooling pack, not unlike one of the ones she used earlier today. "Mmm...I'm a little lightheaded. And nauseous still," she informed him. She lifted her free hand to grasp at the ice pack Owen held to her neck, and he argued with her not to bother. She grasped around his fingers anyway, noticing how cool his hand felt in comparison to hers, and told him she wanted the pack at her forehead, in which case he gave way and let her move it to where she wanted.

She held the pack against her head, closing her eyes as she absorbed the cold, glad to have the heat disappearing from the palm of her hand as well. It felt like her mind was waking up more with every passing minute, which she was grateful for. She heard Owen shuffle in his seat, then.

"Did you eat today?" His voice was tender still.

"Just breakfast," she responded honestly, and she heard the creak of the chair as he got up and rummaged around the kitchenet.

Her hands finally started feeling a normal temperature as she moved the ice pack to her left hand and leaned her temple into the pack, reveling in the cold soaking straight into her pulse point. She took in another deep breath and opened her eyes. She couldn't see Owen, just the empty chair he sat in before. She looked to her right using just her eyes, too tired to turn her head, and saw the blurry image of Owen in the corner of her vision, standing over the counter. The refrigerator hummed annoyingly in the background. She couldn't tell what Owen was doing, but she liked that she got to gaze at him, even in this blurry state. His shape came into focus as she followed him with her eyes as he returned to her. He placed a sports drink on the table, along with an opened box of crackers. She followed a drop of condensation with her eyes as it rolled down the length of the bottle when she heard his voice again.

"I know your stomach isn't feeling well, but you should try to get something in your system," he urged mildly, and she turned her gaze to his face.

His hazel eyes stared back at her, waiting. She inhaled as she looked back to the sports drink. She felt like she was coming back to her senses enough. She could try again at holding down a drink, she thought. Lifting her head from her hand for the first time since she came into the room, she let the ice pack slide from her temple down to her neck and held it there until she had to use both her hands to open the drink. She tried to unscrew the cap but it was sealed tight, and she didn't have the grip strength to try harder. Owen took the bottle immediately from her hands and opened it without effort, before placing it back in front of her and mumbling an apology.

"Thanks." Claire suppressed a smile. Gingerly, she lifted the drink to her lips and paused before taking a sip of the artificially bright yellow liquid. The moment the ice-cold drink filled her mouth her mind instantly woke up, her eyes widening as she pursed her lips at the strong sugary, citrus flavor before gulping it down. She blinked a few times and felt herself straighten up a little in her chair.

"There she is!" Owen's voice boomed throughout the small room and almost made her jump in her seat.

She turned towards him and saw the grin on his face that she knew would be there, the smile reaching his eyes and making them twinkle a certain way that she tried desperately not to find adorable.

She sat still for a moment, gauging the cool feeling in her throat and the way the cold liquid settled in her stomach. Her nausea didn't feel any worse, so she chanced another drink. It felt good.

She slouched in her chair again, resting her head on her hand as she held the ice pack behind her ear and looked at Owen. Her head was no longer floating, instead feeling a little heavy now, like a pressure headache had built up from her brain having melted in the sun. She took another drink, feeling the cold liquid settle in her stomach. She finally processed the whole of what happened here, and suddenly, she felt very intimate with Owen Grady. He was still looking at her with a smile in his eyes, and her heartbeat picked back up.

"You're looking better," he stated. "Your color’s gone back to normal."

She felt herself wanting to hide her face at his notice of her color, instead just faltering her gaze before looking back at him.

"Thank you,” she started, “but you didn't have to do this." Claire felt the urge to deflect his attention, hardly getting out the sentence before Owen started protesting.

"I had to make sure you were okay, Claire," he interrupted her, but she spoke on top of him, saying she would have been fine on her own to which his facial expression immediately objected.

"You were p-practically fainting, Claire. I couldn't ignore that. I had to make sure you were alright." He cut himself off then, and she wondered how strong his worry for her was. She thought his face said it enough, with his intense stare and the way he shook his head like he couldn't think of words to say. She noticed how his chest puffed as he breathed deeply and recalled how sharp his voice was just now. She thought she'd go easy on him and just accept his concern.

"Thank you," she gave honestly. She had to admit, it was sweet of him to stay with her and care for her in the first place. It was nice knowing someone cared. Or at least she let herself be hopeful enough or delusional enough, she wasn't sure which, to think he really cared, not just about the safety of a person, because she knew Owen would help anyone who needed it, but that he cared about her.

"I'm okay, now, Owen. Thank you, honest, but you don't have to stay," she regretted saying the words as soon they came out of her mouth, not wanting him to leave and more than that, seeing the way his eyes shifted away from hers. She didn't want him to think she wanted him to leave so she quickly added, "I mean, you're welcome to stay, but...you don't need to. I don’t want to hold you up." She fisted her hand in her lap. She couldn't understand how she could be commanding a boardroom one minute, and then when it came to this man she could hardly look him in the eye. Her stomach flipped and it made her nausea act up a little, a sour taste coming into her mouth. She cleared her throat and took another sip of the sports drink to bring a pleasant taste back.

"You're not holding me up." A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth, and she was glad to have said something right. His gaze quickly changed as he looked her over. "I'll leave, though, if you want to be alone," he hesitated and started to rise from his seat, and before she knew it she'd blurted out for him to stay.

Owen immediately froze, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Stay," she said again more clearly, processing her words this time. "I want you to...if you want to," she finished, finding it hard to keep eye contact with him. Her heart beat harder, and she felt the repercussions of it in her pounding headache.

Owen relaxed back into his seat, keeping his gaze locked on Claire.

"I want to," he replied softly. She noticed his eyes doing that twinkling thing again, and she had to look away. She scolded herself internally for her weakness.

"Then it’s settled," she ended, composing her thoughts and shifting the pack against her other temple.

Claire's stomach dropped when she saw a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day Claire Dearing admits she wants me around," he said, leaning into her space with his elbows on the table, and she instantly regretted making him feel comfortable in this situation. She ignored the musky scent that filled her space and rolled her eyes halfheartedly, her head feeling funny when her eyes went too far back.

"Don't make me regret asking you to stay," she warned, turning her head away from him and leaning against her other hand. "Can't imagine what would make me ask you to stay in the first place," she continued despite herself. "Oh, yeah, maybe the delusion from having my brain fried in the sun," she finished her statement by giving him a pointed look before turning back around. She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to roll them when she heard him chuckling behind her.

"Yep. You must be feeling better if you're already picking a fight with me," he laughed.

Shifting in her seat, she attempted to kick him under the table.

Owen scoffed. "Ms. Dearing, that is the most unprofessional behavior I've ever witnessed." Owen faked offense.

"Then good thing no one's here to witness," she replied easily without any strength behind the statement. She turned back to face front, eyes blinking before falling inevitably closed, her headache still evident.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take this up with the boss," he continued.

She turned to Owen this time and opened her eyes, half-lidded, and smiled slightly.

"Lucky for me, then, I'm the boss." She held his stare and her smile grew when he cracked a toothy grin. Only then did she twist back front to rest.

There was a moment’s pause between them and then Owen spoke up again.

"Is that still cool enough for you?" he asked.

"Mm, 's fine," she hummed and continued resting. She took another drink from the bottle and they sat in silence for a few minutes, Claire dozing off with her eyes closed and Owen just watching her. She felt the table move under her arms and could tell Owen leaned more into the table top. She heard his soft sigh.

"Do you need anything?" Owen asked gently, his voice so deep and so low and so close to her that it did things to her insides.

"Mm, no," Claire hummed in response, blinking her eyes a few times before giving back into her fatigue. "Thank you."

Owen's "OK" in response was so quiet she almost didn't hear it.

She let herself fall back into their comfortable silence, content to relax in his presence.

A couple of minutes had passed when Claire suddenly felt a tickle near her bangs. Her eyelids flinched at the sensation but she never opened them. She figured that was Owen touching her hair. She didn't mind exactly and allowed him to move the invisible strand of hair from her face, sighing lightly at his delicate touch. She wasn't sure what to make of the action or the fact that she let it happen, but it felt nice all the same.

He didn't touch her again after that and sat there with her silently for the next few minutes. After some time, Claire finally started to feel more like herself, her stomach mostly settled, fatigue wearing off, and headache greatly lessened.

She blinked her eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the light of the room. Lifting her head from her hands, she turned to see Owen sitting up straight.

She supposed she should feel a little embarrassed right now about the whole situation but she didn't.

"You feeling better?" He looked her up and down once.

"Much better, yes." She nodded lightly and slowly made to stand up out of her seat. Owen followed suit and stood tall in front of her.

She tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes. She liked being able to actually look up at his face when she spoke this time.

"I should be getting back to my office," she noted regrettably, and Owen nodded in response.

"Do you need me to drive you back?" he offered, but she assured him she would be fine driving herself.

She didn't want to leave just yet, so she kept talking. "I had been outside all day," she explained, and he looked into her eyes and waited for her to continue. "My meetings had all taken place outside, and then something unexpected came up which distracted me from lunch. Of course all this happened on the day it decided to be over 100 degrees," she finished, looking up at him and he nodded still. She couldn't look away from his stare. His hazel eyes looked brighter than she remembered, maybe from all the sun they've been getting this week.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Owen finally spoke, his voice coming out tight, and suddenly she felt their close proximity, unsure of who even closed the gap between them.

Claire cleared her throat and broke eye contact first, taking a step back. "Well, thank you, Owen." She couldn't possibly call him Mr. Grady like she usually did, not after the way he looked after her just now. She hoped the look in her eye conveyed how much she appreciated his care.

"You're welcome, Claire," he replied softly, and she met his eyes once more before turning to move towards the door. Placing her hand on the knob, she spared him one last glance, keeping the image of him smiling softly at her in her mind as she left the room. She didn't realize she was holding her breath until she closed the door behind her and let it out.

She managed to get back to her office safely and spent the rest of the day inside, only half paying attention to her work, one, because she was still recovering from heat exhaustion, and two, if she were honest, mainly because she kept remembering Owen Grady. After the way he cared for her and stayed with her it was difficult not to let herself indulge in those thoughts just a little bit. She couldn't get the image of his stare out of her mind and pondered if she should finally give in to the urge to go on a date with him. She let her mind wander in out of those thoughts as she worked and by the end of the day, realized she didn't get nearly as much work done as she should have. If anyone asked she'd blame it on the heat, but she knew to blame it on Owen Grady.

#clawen #clawen fanfic #clawen sickfic #clawen sick #claire dearing pov #pre jurassic world #my fic #sickfic #clawen fic #clawen fanfiction #clawen ff #one shot #but its an animal hospital #jurassic june #jurassic world

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avengingmikaelsonlover · 2 months ago

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Prompt Character List......

Denny Duquette

Clark Kent

Lincoln [The 100]

Nyko [The 100]

Marcus Kane [The 100]

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

{Ethan} Hawkins {I think that's his name}

Jimmy Borelli

Frank Castle

Max [The Resident]

Klaus Mikaelson

Wade Wilson

Kol Mikaelson

Bill Cadogan [The 100]

Elijah Mikaelson

Russell Lightbourn [7th] [The 100]

Finn Mikaelson

Damon Salvatore

Logan

Matt Murdoch

Shane Walsh

Rick Grimes

Eugene

Paul {Jesus}

Lex Luthor

Negan Smith

Aegon II {House of The Dragon}

Robb Stark {Game of Thrones}

Jon Snow {Game of Thrones}

Aemond “One Eye” {House of The Dragon}

Thoros of Myr {GOT

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Pietro Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Winn Schott

Jack Reacher

Andy Barber

Henry Delarue

Henry 8th [Other Boleyn Girl-Tudors]

Charles Brandon [Tudors] [Henry Cavil]

Richard of Shrewsbury [The White Princess]

Richard 3rd [The White Queen]

Cesare Borgia [Borgias-2007]

Henry [7th] [The White Princess]

Philip Blake [The Governor]

Reuben Palchuk

Glenn Morrison

Mason Lockwood

Scott Lang

Hope Van Dyne

Joker [Suicide Squad]

Harley Quinn [Suicide Squad]

Miles Quaritch [Avatar]

Nathanial Taylor [Terranova]

Lucas Taylor [Terranova]

Eddie Brock

Eddie Brock with Venom

Spiderman [Peter Parker] {Tom Holland]

Hannibal Lecter [Hannibal]

Frederick Chilton [Hannibal]

Raoul De Chagny [Phantom of the Opera]

Mathias Vogel [Tomb Raider 2018]

Johann Struensee [Royal Affair]

Ido Dyson [Alita Battle Angel]

Geralt of Rivia {Henry Cavil} [The Witcher]

Dusan [Downsized] {Christoph Waltz}

Multiple Characters [From the Same Show]

Qaletaqa Walker [Fear the Walking Dead]

Travis [Fear the Walking Dead]

Daryl Dixon

Meryl Dixon

Alexander Grayson [Dracula] {Jonathan Rhys-Meyers]

Vlad Dracula [Dracula Untold] {Luke Evans}

Deckard Shaw

Owen Shaw

Dominic Toretto

Luke Hobbs

Tormund Giantsbane

Normand Nordstrom

Dante Reyes

Connor Slaughter

Stephen Strange

Erik Lehnsherr {Magneto}

Gambit [Remy LeBeau] {Taylor Kitsch}

Kraven {Aaron Taylor-Johnson]

Chon [Savages]

Ben [savages]

Ben and Chon [Savages]

Miguel “Lado’ Arroyo [Savages]

Haldir

Elrond

Thranduil

Fili

Kili

Thorin Oakenshield

Miguel O'Hara

Troy Otto

Hector [Troy]

Black Adam/Teth Adam

Superman [Henry Cavil]

August Walker [Mission Impossible? -6]

The Collector [Guardians of The Galaxy]

Yondu [Guardians of The Galaxy]

Ronan [Guardians of The Galaxy]

Carol Danvers [Marvels]

Grant Ward [S.H.I.E.L.D.]

Jim Shannon [Terra Nova]

Director Mace [S.H.I.E.L.D.]

Barry Allen [Flash TV]

Arthur Curry

Peter Quill {Star Lord}

Owen Grady [Jurassic World]

Ajax {Francis Freeman} [Deadpool]

Zapan [Alita Battle Angel]

Martouf [SG-1]

Martouf/Lantash [SG-1]

Ra [Stargate Movie]

Zipacna [SG-1]

Ba'al [Stargate-Multi Appearances]

Carson Beckett [SG-A]

Varro [SG-U]

Wade Wilson {Alternate Universe}

Judge Turpin [Sweeney Todd Demon Barber]

Severus Snape

Lucius Malfoy

Sirius Black

Voldemort

Xerxes [300]

Aaron Hotchner [BAU]

Spencer Reid [BAU]

Derek Morgan [BAU]

Luke Alvarez [BAU]

Emily Prentiss [BAU]

Jake Riley [Containment]

Ichabod Crane [Sleepy Hollow] {TV}

Jack Daniels | Whiskey [Kingsman Golden Circle]

Sam Winchester [Supernatural]

Dean Winchester [Supernatural]

Crowley [Supernatural]

John Wick [John Wick]

Joel Miller [Last of Us]

Ned [Pushing Daisy's]

Cleon {Empire-All Clones} [Foundation]

Ethan Sawyer [Those Who Wish Me Dead]

Rafael Barba [Law and Order SVU]

Master Chief John-118 [Halo TV 2022]

Christian Grey [50 Shades of Grey Movie Series]

Tequila [Kingsman Golden Circle]

Tom Chandler [Last Ship]

Mike Slattery [Last Ship]

Mills [65]

Guy [Free Guy]

Erik Green

Phil Constantino

Bill Kohler

Asmodeus

Stolas-Blitz

Lucifer [Helluva Boss]

Lucifer [Lucifer]

Adam [Hazbin Hotel]

The Ghoul [Fallout]

Richard B. Riddick [Riddick]

Kaulder [The Last Witch Hunter]

Beauregard ‘Bo’ [House of Wax]

Vincent ‘Vince’ [House of Wax]

Sebastian Monroe [Revolution]

Garret [Twilight]

Emmett [Twilight]

Carlisle [Twilight]

Jasper [Twilight]

Aro [Twilight]

Caius [Twilight]

Marcus [Twilight]

Paul Lahote [Twilight]

Jared Cameron [Twilight]

Sam Uley [Twilight]

Billy Black [Twilight]

Charlie Swan [Twilight]

Dimitri Belikov [Vampire Academy]

Lucien [Underworld]

Vasiliy Fet [The Strain]

Gabriel Bolivar [The Strain]

Cyrus Grissom [Con-Air]

Sabas [Underworld]

Braxton [The accountant]

Griff [Baby Driver]

Brad Bodnick [Wolf of Wall Street]

Matt Rayburn [Wind River]

Kandomere [Bright]

Ransom Drysdale [Knives Out]

John Proudstar [Gifted | X- Men] {Thunderbird}

Warpath {John Proudstar's Brother}

Kilgrave [Jessica Jones] [David Tenant]

Johnny Storm [Fantastic 4] [Chris Evans]

Miami Man [Bad Batch]

#fandom ships #movies #character list #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfics

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freakrenaissance · 7 months ago

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OMG, this was fab! Part 2 is everything! 😆 When Maisie came out with her bag packed, I lost it 🥺 but OMG, I loved everything about this!

Everything is Made to Last-Part II

Hi guys! I finished the second part. I might write a third? If people are into it? And I gave it a title. It comes from the song by Ciaran Lavary. Anyhoo. This follows this prompt (and you should probably read that first.)

Enjoy!

Maisie knows something is up.

She doesn’t know what, but she does know something is up. Owen’s not surprised–she’s a smart kid. Hell, she’s a lot smarter than he is. She hasn’t missed the hushed conversations between Owen and Claire, the way that Owen hasn’t been able to keep his hands from Claire. He needs to be touching her–a hand on her arm, or her waist, his fingers tangled in her hair–he’s always had the urge, but he can’t help himself since she told him she was pregnant. Maisie’s caught all of it. And she watches them both with wary eyes. It’s at dinner one night, as Claire chats about her day and Owen keeps a hand on her thigh that Maisie finally slams down her fork. “You’re keeping something from me,” she declares and Claire’s mouth drops slightly as she catches Owen’s eye. “What do you mean sweetheart?” She recovers faster than her husband. “You guys are whispering all the time and you stop talking when I come into the room and did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?” Maisie asks and Claire feels so small and stupid for making her feel this way. She immediately moves from her chair to tug Maisie into her arms. “Oh honey, you didn’t do anything wrong. We’re absolutely not mad at you,” Claire soothes. She looks up at Owen and he gives a small nod. “We do have some news, though.” She pulls back and brushes the hair from Maisie’s red cheeks. “I’m pregnant, Maise.”

“You’re going to be a big sister,” Owen chimes in with a soft smile, leaning over with his hands on his knees towards them. Maisie is quiet for a second, her eyes darting between Owen’s soft smile and Claire’s nervous one. “Okay,” she finally answers, and then looks down at her plate. “May I be excused?” Owen is stunned into silence by her non-reaction, but Claire–who had been expecting as much or possibly worse–just gives a small nod of her head and Maisie is gone from the table faster than they can blink an eye. “Well,” Claire exclaims rocking back on her heels to straighten up. “That could have gone better.” She drops down into her chair, and Owen leans over and brushes a kiss to her cheek.

“I’ll go talk to her,” he suggests, standing and heading into the house where Maisie’s room is. He knocks twice, and gets nothing in response, so he knocks harder. “Maisie? It’s me, I’m coming in.” He pushes open the door and finds the little girl face down on the bed, her face buried in a pillow. He sinks onto the bed next to her, putting a gentle hand on her back. “Can we talk?” Maisie’s answer is muffled, and Owen shakes his head a little. “Was that a yes or a no?” And Maisie sighs, flopping over onto her back. “I take it you’re not too excited about this?” She shrugs, and plays with the corner of her blanket, avoiding making eye contact. “When will the baby come?” She finally asks.

“In about five months,” Owen answers. She gives a small nod. “Okay,” she says again. And Owen’s about to open his mouth, but he catches Claire standing in the doorway to Maisie’s room and she gives him a small shake of her head. He raises an eyebrow, and Claire moves into the room, leaning down to drop a soft kiss to Maisie’s forehead. “We just sprung this on you, and you probably need a little bit of time,” her voice is soft and soothing and Owen is struck by just how great a mother she already is and will be to the new baby. “If you need us or you have any questions, we’ll be out in the living room, okay?” And Maisie flops back onto her stomach, her head burying again in the pillow and Claire reaches down a hand to pull Owen to his feet.

She closes the bedroom door gently, and then sighs and Owen wraps her in his arms. “She’ll warm up to the idea,” he tells her. And Claire is surprised by his optimism. It’s usually her trying to find the silver lining, hoping for the best, rose-colored glasses on. It’s an odd reversal for them, but she knows he’s so excited for the baby. He’s been on cloud nine since she told him, and he can’t fathom why anyone wouldn’t be as happy about it as he is (and Claire is. She’s beyond happy, but she’s also beyond terrified. The three of them make a great team. What if a baby tips the balance? What if it turns out that Maisie is a fluke and Claire is actually a terrible mother? What if, what if, what if?) Claire hums a noncommittal answer and glances back at Maisie’s closed door. Hopefully, she thinks.

Maisie doesn’t say anything more about the baby during the next couple of days, and is oddly quiet and reserved. Claire knows it’s bothering her, but she’s trying to give the little girl space to work through things on her own. She knows her own mother had been suffocating as a child, what are you feeling, Claire? How do you feel about this? Do you want to talk about it? Let’s talk about it. And sometimes Claire did want to talk about it, and sometimes she definitely did not, and her mother never seemed to know when to back off slightly and let her have room to process things. Owen wants to take the opposite approach (probably due to his own childhood of never talking about anything. Claire’s learning through the sink or swim method of parenting they’ve chosen that she and Owen make a good team when they meet in the middle, but old habits die hard and she’s not willing to concede or compromise because she knows she’s right, damn it), and he’s itching to talk to Maisie about it. It all comes to a head on day three when Maisie appears before them in the living room with a packed bag and a look on her face that tells Claire she’s dangerously close to tears. “What’s that?” Owen asks. “Could you drive me into town?” Maisie asks, her bottom lip wobbling. “I’m going to catch the bus and go to where Iris is living. I think she’ll take care of me.”

“Sweetie,” Claire starts to move towards Maisie, and Owen puts a hand on Claire’s knee to stop her.

“Maise,” Owen’s voice is gentle, “why would you need to go live with Iris?” “Because,” and now Maisie is crying full force, her little body shaking with tears, “you won’t want me now that you’ll have your own baby.” And Claire can’t stand it, she catapults from the chair, pulling Maisie into her arms. Maisie hesitates at first, and then grips onto Claire just as tightly as Claire is holding onto her. “Never,” Claire keeps repeating as tears roll down both of their faces. “Never, never, never, never. We will always want you, do you hear me? Nothing will ever change that.”

Owen moves over to where they’re a tangle of limbs on the floor, and drops down next to them, running a hand over Maisie’s head as she sobs into Claire’s neck. “Sweetheart, we love you so much,” he tells her gently. “The baby won’t change that.”

“You make us whole, Maise,” Claire pulls back so that she can look at her and wipes a tear with her thumb from Maisie’s cheek. “And this baby is going to need a big sister. He or she is going to need you. We need you. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you time to sort out your thoughts, and I should have been very clear about how much we love you. What you mean to us.” “Sorry to tell you, you’re stuck with us, kiddo,” Owen teases with a smile. He waits until both of them have calmed down, Maisie’s sobs dissolving into hiccups and Claire’s tears mostly dried. “Here, let’s get you guys up off the floor.” He helps Maisie up and she throws her arms around him, as Claire gets herself up off the floor, swiping at the last tears running down her cheeks. “Let’s go unpack your bag,” Claire says, leaning down to pick up the bag. She doesn’t want to see it anymore. She doesn’t want to think Maisie thinking that they would want her to leave. It breaks Claire’s heart and she’s so upset with herself that she wasn’t clearer to Maisie that in no way did the baby mean that they didn’t love and want her. She intertwines Maisie’s fingers with hers, rubbing a thumb down the back of Maisie’s hand as they make their way to Maisie’s bedroom, Owen a step behind. Under the piles of clothes and books that Maisie had stashed into the bag, Claire’s fingers brush along something else. She pulls out a photograph of the three of them. They had tried to take a selfie on the hammock, Owen’s long arm extended out, but Claire and Maisie weren’t paying attention, instead giggling at each other. It was one of Claire’s favorite photos. Apparently it was also one of Maisie’s. Claire feels her breath catch in her throat, and her vision swim. Owen, paying close attention, isn’t sure what exactly set Claire off, but he claps a hand on Maisie’s shoulder and ushers her out of the room with the promise of ice cream, using a stage voice whisper to tell her, “We’ll make Claire put the rest of that stuff away,” and Claire is so grateful for the moment alone to compose herself. She sinks onto Maisie’s bed and cries into her hands and stays there until she feels a hand on her shoulder. She glances up through red-rimmed eyes to see Owen standing there.

“I fucked up,” she takes a deep, shuddering breath. “You were right, we should have talked to her. I just..” she shrugs. “I’m letting my hang ups with my mother get in the way. And God, fuck, my mom probably meant well. I’m just…”

“Hey,” he soothes, sitting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “We’re doing our best, we’re trying to figure this all out.” “I need to remember that Maisie is not me, and I am not my mother,” Claire drops her head to his shoulder and he, in turn, drops a kiss into her hair. They’re quiet for a minute. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “She’s helping set the table for dinner. Why don’t we go back out there? You okay now?” She turns so her face is buried in his shoulder and presses a kiss through his t-shirt and nods. He takes her hand as they walk back toward the kitchen. Claire wraps her arms around Maisie from behind and kisses the top of her head. “I love you,” she says softly to the little girl. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

It’s weeks later when Maisie plops down next to Owen on the front porch. “Claire still sleeping on the couch?” Owen asks. Claire’s been sleeping a lot more lately, (“The second trimester is supposed to be easier than the first!” She yelled at Owen earlier. “This is your fault. It’s because this kid is a Grady.” And Owen can’t help the large smile that breaks on his face. This kid is a Grady. And he kisses her, whispering half-hearted apologies onto her lips).

“She says the baby is a parasite that’s sucking the life out of her,” Maisie answers with a giggle, and Owen rolls his eyes. “She would,” he snorts. “I made something,” Maisie says after beat. “For the baby. I wanted to show you first to see if you think Claire might like it. I didn’t want her to cry.” The other new thing is Claire crying at the drop of a hat. Over everything. (And getting angry at Owen at the drop of a hat. But she’s also aroused the rest of the time and so he figures you win some, you lose some and he’s not complaining). “I’m sure she’s going to love it,” Owen replies immediately, and it’s Maisie’s turn to roll her eyes.

“You haven’t even seen it yet,” she shot back before darting into the house to grab whatever it is. She’s been slowly coming around to the idea of the baby, asking more questions, taking more of an interest. She reappears in front of him, something hidden behind her back, and then presents it to him, dropping it onto his lap. It’s a blanket, unbelievably soft, made of yellow yarn. “You made this?” Owen is shocked. “How did you…where did you…you know how to knit?”

“Iris taught me,” Maisie explains. “I asked Karen to send me the yarn.” And Owen remembers a few weeks ago when a package came for Maisie, and she was oddly secretive about it, grabbing it from Owen and declaring that Gray had sent it to her and it was just a book he thought she might like. She had then been holing herself in her room after dinner, announcing that she wanted to read. Claire had been slightly worried that there was residual anxiety about the new baby, but every time she or Owen asked Maisie denied it. “I’ve been working on it at night. I hope you’re not mad that I was staying up past my bedtime a little.” “Oh, honey, of course I’m not mad. It’s beautiful, I can’t believe you made this.” He’s blown away, and he tugs Maisie into his arms and gives her a hug.

“You really like it?” She asks.

“I love it,” he replies. “But I do have some bad news for you. Claire’s definitely going to cry when you give her this.” She does.

She weeps and throws her arms around Maisie and stays there until Owen pries her away, and she clings to him then, her arms reaching around his waist as he puts his arm around her shoulder pulling her into him. “It’s so beautiful,” she keeps repeating, and Maisie looks embarrassed but pleased. Claire finally calms, wiping at her tears, and muttering, “damn hormones,” under her breath as she runs her fingers along the edges of the impossibly soft blanket. “This baby is so damn lucky to have you, Maisie girl.”

I’m the lucky one, Claire thinks, reaching over to give Maisie’s hand a squeeze, Owen’s arm still slung around her shoulder. I’m so damn lucky.

#& the baby blanket #omg the cuteness #clawen #Owen x Claire #claire dearing #owen grady #maisie lockwood #prompt #continuation #fanfiction #fanfic #jurrasic world fallen kingdom spoilers #everything is made to last #part II #fanfic rec #fanfic blog #reblogging is love

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professoreed · 1 year ago

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asking for any

alan grant, ellie sattler, ian malcom, lex and tim murphy, sarah harding, owen grady, or/and any dinosaurs !

for any rp ideas/prompts with lyle reed !

please check pinned post for more lyle content and information ! !

#lyle reed #ocs #oc rp #rp ad #open rp #jurassic park #jurassic park rp #jurassic world #jurassic world rp #alan grant #ellie sattler #ian malcolm #owen grady #lex murphy #tim murphy #sarah harding

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clawen-forsurvival · 2 years ago

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Prompt: Claire is severely injured after she ejected her seat and Owen finds her nearly dead

of course i started with the angst! why wouldn't I?

I'm planning on working on a few more prompts today as well so keep your eyes out! and as always thanks for all the love!

contains minor spoilers for jw: dominion (takes place during the movie but you don't really need to have seen it)

Claire Dearing doesn’t know a lot about dinosaurs.

She really doesn’t, despite her involvement in the DPG and her work at Jurassic World she knows startlingly little about the prehistoric creatures.

But she knows this: Dinosaurs can smell blood, they sniff it out in search of their next meal.

And Claire is covered in blood.

Despite being attacked by pteranodons on her way down Claire’s landing had been relatively easy. She’d been able to untangle herself from the straps of the eject seat easily and fell ungracefully to the jungle floor.

That’s when the pain hits her.

She has a large gash across her left arm and both of her legs are shredded. She can’t walk, she knows that much, not until she gets bandaged up.

Despite this Claire begins to hobble between the trees, her body lighting up with pain. She has no idea where she’s going but knows that she needs to move fast.

And then she hears it. The unmistakable sound of a dinosaur tromping through the forest.

She drops to her stomach before she can process it, crawling slowly through the wooded area in hopes to stay out of sight.

Claire suddenly remembers Owen explaining why Zach and Gray had made a good choice when they jumped into the waterfall on Isla Nublar. She decides to follow the sound of water in front of her, slowly lowering herself into the river when she gets close enough.

The water stings every inch of her body and once she lowers her head underneath it she lets a silent scream out.

The dinosaur passes and Claire barely drags herself up onto the bank of the river. Her body is aching and the cuts on her legs have begun to bleed again.

She thinks of Owen and Maisie as her eyes slide shut, her body falling limp against the ground.

When Owen finds the eject seat he knows something is deeply wrong.

The chair is covered in blood, too much blood.

The ground is covered in blood splatters, a dull red trail that snakes down into the forest. The splatters quickly morph into drag marks and his heart speeds up, his feet moving faster as he scans the perimeter for any sign of Claire.

He almost yells her name, dinosaurs be damned, but knows that he’ll be of no help to her or to Maisie if he’s dead.

“Owen…”

Kayla’s solemnly pointing to the riverbed across from them and before he can think about it he’s running through the shallow waters and kneeling at Claire’s side.

“Claire? Hey, you gotta get up. Come on baby get up. Claire?”

“She’s banged up, we have to move her.”

“Claire wake up please, come on.”

“Owen we have to move her.”

“Please Claire, I can’t do this without you. You can’t leave me.”

“Owen.”

Kayla’s hand is on his shoulder and he realizes with a start that he’s crying. Claire has been injured before, hell she’s almost been eaten by dinosaurs before, but something about this feels different.

There’s so much more on the line now.

He pulls himself together quickly, shaking his head and listening as Kayla points to an outpost close by. Owen looks down and gathers Claire in his arms, following Kayla and praying to every god he doesn’t believe in to get them all of this island alive.

#clawen #clawen fanfic #owen grady #claire dearing #jurassic world #jw dominion #prompts

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letthewhumpbegin · 2 years ago

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Who / what fandoms I write for

Here's a list of the fandoms and the characters within said fandom I write about.

The characters listed will be the whumpees in the imagines I write. The caretaker does not specifically have to be on this list, but can be anyone from the same fandom (if you have a preference, please specify with your request).

Want to send in your request? I am currently only taking requests from my prompts list, which you can find here and you can also send in your request through there.

A-Team (movie): Face, Murdock

Aladdin (live action movie): Aladdin

American Assassin: Mitch Rapp

Avengers / Marvel: Ant-Man/Scott Lang, Captain America/Steve Rogers, Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange, Hawkeye/Clint Barton, Loki, Thor

The Batman (2022): Bruce Wayne

The Blacklist: Donald Ressler

Bullet Train: Tangerine

Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid

CSI: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes

CSI NY: Danny Messer, Don Flack, Adam Ross

Dune: Paul Atreides

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander

Game of Thrones: Jon Snow, Robb Stark

Guardians of the Galaxy: Peter Quill

Hannibal (tv series): Will Graham

The Hobbit: Fili, Kili, Thorin, Thranduil

Inception: Arthur

James Bond (Daniel Craig era): James Bond, Q

Jurassic World: Owen Grady

Justified: Raylan Givens, Tim Gutterson

Kingsman: Eggsy Unwin

The Last of Us: Joel Miller

Lie to Me: Cal Lightman, Eli Loker

Lord of the Rings: Aragorn, Faramir, Legolas

MacGyver: Angus MacGyver

Maze Runner: Newt, Thomas

Now You See Me: Daniel Atlas

Olympus Has Fallen / London Has Fallen: Mike Banning

Our Flag Means Death: Ed Teach/Blackbeard

Pride + Prejudice + Zombies: Mr. Darcy

Prodigal Son: Malcolm Bright

The Purge (movies): Leo Barnes

Shadow & Bone / Six of Crow: Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Wylan van Eck

Sherlock (BBC): Sherlock Holmes

Star Trek (2009): Jim Kirk, Spock

Spiderman (Tom Holland era): Peter Parker

Star Wars: Poe Dameron

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Top Gun Maverick: Rooster/Bradley Bradshaw, Hangman/Jake Seresin

Uncharted (movie): Nathan Drake

Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes

Wonka: Willy Wonka

X-Men: Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy

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supercorp-shipper · 2 years ago

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Claire Dearing, Owen Grady, and Maisie Lockwood Prompts

Most prompts set after Jurassic World: Dominion.

Claire and Owen got to Maisie’s first soccer game. Set after JWD and Maisie is finally going to a public school and she has friends.

Maisie has a crush on a boy or a girl and Claire notices Maisie looking off and asks her about it.

Maisie gets sick and Claire takes care of her.

Maisie gets The Talk from Claire. Lol.

Maisie and Claire have a girls day.

Maisie and Owen have a daughter father day.

Blue and Beta show up at the cabin and Beta looks injured. Owen, Claire, and Maisie help take care of her and Blue stays to be by her daughter.

#Clawen #JurassicWorld #Jurassic Park #Claire Dearing #Owen Grady #Maisie Lockwood #Blue #Beta #Raptor #Dinosaurs #Prompts

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sairanarmi · 2 years ago

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Jurassic World/Star Wars Clone Wars

Inspired by Harry Potter is the Blue Raptor by Hcokey_Lover31

The Force causes 5 clones to be reincarnated into the velociraptors in Jurassic World

Rex = Blue Jesse = Delta Kix = Charlie - not the youngest Echo = Echo - no scar; doesn't try to fight for dominance - second youngest Fives = Foxtrot- the youngest

It also makes them force sensitive (i.e. telepathic- no mind reading but projecting words; maybe empathic; not telekinetic).

+They call Owen Buir, and Barry Ba'vodu

Scenes I thought of

I. In the pig scene, they freeze and Kix goes forward and peers at Leon trying to see if he's injured, tilting his head and putting head up higher.

Owen and Barry get in and remove Leon before anything happens.

Hoskins tries to point this out and say that they would be great military assets.

Fives then tumbles into a plastic play structure in the pin and starts "crying" very loudly, the others quickly surround him and start nudging and crooning at him again very loudly.

Owen raises his eyebrows and says yes that is very definition discreet. That and the fact that they "loose" 95% of the pigs released. Owen doesn't even try to keep them from catching most of them anymore, they just don't catch them. That and most of the time it is only 2 to 3 of them hunting. Kix sits out the most. Rex joins most hunts because it reminds him of Ahsoka.

II. In the training videos in Fallen Kingdom Blue (Rex) isn't the only one to show empathy - maybe instead of peering at Owen's hands he rests his head on his shoulder and leans a bit. Delta (Jesse) starts "singing" "Stand by Me", Charlie (Kix) drops a box of Kleenex on Owen's head, Echo pulls a blanket off a nearby chair and pulls it over. Fives cocks his head a couple of different ways and then starts rolling around on the floor - "accidently" bumping into Owen. Or something like this. The only one I'm attached to is Kix dropping a box of Kleenex.

III.

In the Indominus Rex hunt, they fake agreeing with her. Then when she is far enough away they stop chasing everyone (no one is killed, there might be some scrapes - from falls and tree limbs). They disappear into the woods a regroup around Owen and Barry.

Rex is so frustrated with that plan he project to everyone in the woods "What kind of osik plan was that! I think shinnies straight off of Kamino could have come up with better. That thing was bigger than all of us combined!"

Either one of the other clones or Rex continuing "You know that di'kut Hoskins came up with this jaro plan"

They give up pretending not being human, but don't give their real names, they don't want any confusion. There's still confusion, voices male = bodies female. They call Owen Buir and Barry Ba'vode without explaining what those mean.

IV Come up with plan to get rit of Indominus, possibly tricking her close to Mosasaurus tank. IDK

At the end, every one (including security team that is alive because the raptors didn't kill them) is on the dock.

Fives goes "Okay now what Buir?"

Someone: How are you talking?

Clone: "IDK, Force Osik, same way we've been reborn into these bodies

Wait are you saying you were human.

Yes. -introducing themselves by stepping forward, then back in line with others. -no CT numbers until Fives says his name and explains he named himself because his CT number is CT-27-5555, explain they were clones

Owen: Wait you were male human clones and now you're female raptor clones, right

Unfortunately, Buir, yes.

Barry: What does buir and ba'vodu mean?

Clones: Uh, Buir is parent and Ba'vodu is parent's sibling. Mandoa is gender neutral so we've been talking mostly in it for our own sanity.

Owen: What about your first parent?

Clones: What parent?

They tell Hoskins that they will never fight another being’s war again.

#Jurassic World #star wars clone wars #captain rex #clone trooper fives #clone trooper echo #Owen Grady #Barry Sembène #clone medic kix #clone trooper jesse #fic prompt #free to good home #plot bunny

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tibbardraws · 2 years ago

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So I just saw Jurassic World Dominion (spoilers)

I cannot be the only one absolutely convinced Owen was Ellie Stattler’s son right???? They lined it up sooo well, the movie’s already focused on parenthood. Anyway, I think we were robbed and I need a fic ASAP

#jurassic park dominion #jurassic park #owen grady #ellie sattler #jurassic world #jurassic world dominion #dinosaur #dinosaurs #fic prompt #guys I’m just saying this movie is begging for a fix-it fic

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owengradyfanfic · 7 years ago

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Vacation Week - Chapter 1

Twice a year the park closes for a week for routine maintenance. Missy has no vacation planned and as it turns out, neither does Owen. But who is watching the pair, just waiting for his chance to strike?

Owen Grady/OC

Chapter 1

(REPOSTING! :) )

For two weeks every year the park was closed for a routine cleaning and maintenance. One week during the winter month and one mid-July. It was a necessary inconvenience for visitors to the park, in which the whole place was given routine safety check and a fresh coat of paint.

During these periods most of the staff, excluding the dino-carers and the security staff were given paid vacation days. A sort of thank you from the higher-ups for dealing with the crowds during the peak-season holidays.

Usually Missy would have jumped at the chance of taking a holiday somewhere, but her sister who worked in London had cancelled on her last week. Her friends had urged her to go with them to Miami for a few days when they heard about her cancelled plans but Missy had merely shaken her head and told them to go enjoy themselves.

Instead she was going to spend the entire week relaxing in her bungalow. Perhaps giving the place a clean out while she had the time.

Missy had worked at Jurassic World for two years.

She had the very 'un-coveted' job of administering inoculations to the various dinosaurs of the park. Being genetically bred meant that there was always something new that could cause the animals to become sick. The labs regularly sent herself and a couple of others out with a new vaccine and often gave her special drugs to give to certain species, that she was told would aid them in the growth process and give them upgraded features and traits.

It was noon when Missy finally finished her work in the Gentle Giants Petting Zoo and was now on her way over to the Velociraptor paddock.

She had spent the morning chasing around the juvenile herbivores, giving them each a sharp jab to the right leg. She had been almost done when one of the baby stegosaurus had spewed up all over her blouse the moment she had given it its inoculation.

Missy grimaced as the putrid smell of the vomit rose from her shirt as she drove up towards the looming pen.

On her first day at Jurassic World she had been told with, what she always felt was a hint of glee from her manager, that she would be working with the raptors. And more importantly than that- Owen Grady.

Owen Grady had a bit of a reputation amongst the staff at Jurassic Park to say the least, but all Missy had heard about him when they first met was that he was ex-U.S. Navy and that he had trained with his raptors since they were born.

When she first entered into the velociraptor enclosure at the end of her first couple of weeks at the park, she had immediately felt eyes on the back of her head. Silhouetted against the bright sun had been Owen, stood watching her from the walkway above her head.

For months he ignored her, the most she got out of him was a curt nod as she passed him. Then one day… it happened.

She had been on her seventh month working at the park and that morning a new vaccine needed to be introduced to one of the raptors, Echo, who kept falling sick. They had tranquilised her and Missy was led into the raptor pen to give the unconscious dinosaur the jab.

Normally the raptors were leashed in holding cells while she administered the medicine but this was the first time she had been next to one in its entirety.

Barry had smiled and reassured her that Echo had been given a good enough dose and would be knocked out for hours. The same as every time, she had felt Owen Grady's gaze on the back of her head as she was led over.

But the dose had obviously not been correct, as the moment Missy knelt down beside the raptor, it had opened his eyes and leapt to its feet, knocking Barry to the ground.

Missy had let out a muffled scream and dragged herself away from the beast as she heard pounding feet and yells and shouts coming from behind her.

Echo had swayed on the spot before suddenly his head turned towards Missy.

It had leaned in towards her and given a deep sniff before a tranq dart hit it directly on its neck.

It had given the most ear piercing screech right in Missy's face before collapsing once again onto the floor.

Missy had turned to look behind her, to see Owen Grady standing there, tranquiliser gun in hand.

He gave her a look as if he was about to say something but Missy hadn't lingered long enough to find out. She had merely run past him and out of the paddock taking her supply bag with her.

Outside, up against a wall, far enough away so that no one would see her, Missy had broken down in tears. She had lifted a hand to her mouth to muffle the sobs but her whole body was shaking and tears poured down her cheeks. She had been genuinely frightened for her life.

That is when he had appeared…

Owen.

At first he didn't say anything, he merely came to stand next to her, leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his eyes at the floor.

"That was a pretty scary thing to go through," he had muttered eventually, glancing up at her.

Missy had desperately tried to wipe away tear tracks but the sobs seemed to be coming thick and fast.

"It's happened to me a couple of times. They've caught me off guard and I wasn't mentally prepared," he had uttered.

"What did you do?" Missy asked.

Owen shrugged. "I didn't cry but I came close to it a couple of times."

Missy gazed up at him, all biceps and rumpled clothes and had been shocked at this response. This big, ex-navy guy was showing her his vulnerable side. Was showing her that she shouldn't be emabrssed to cry.

"I've seen you working, I like your style," he had said with a bit of a smile.

Missy had given a sniff. "Thanks," she had mumbled.

"I'm Owen, by the way," he had said holding out his hand.

"Missy," she had replied, wiping tears from her eyes and taking his hand in hers.

And that had how they had become friends. Each and every time Missy had entered the raptor enclosure from then on Owen had come up and talked to her. Most of their conversations at first were fairly formal. Then one evening, when Missy was out at a bar with some girlfriends, Owen had caught her eye at the other end of the bar. Most of her friends had nudged her in the ribs and swooned about how handsome he was but Missy had just rolled her eyes at them. She had chatted with him for a while and he had introduced her to some of his friends. But that night Missy had had way more than she had intended to drink that night and Owen had revelled in speaking really loudly to her when she had turned up at the raptor paddock the next morning.

She hated him but at the same time loved being around him. He was a great guy to be friends with.

Just friends…. that's all they were.

It was 1pm by the time Missy pulled up outside the raptor paddock. Her blouse reeked of stegosaurus spew. She gave a sigh and began to unbutton it. She had a spare, clean shirt next to her on the seat, her bra would only be visible for ten seconds, she thought.

But the moment she peeled her dirty shirt from her skin a loud knocking filled the truck.

She turned to see Owen standing beside the driver's door with a grin plastered across his face.

"Look, I know you just want to get naked when you come near me, but we're at work, you need to control yourself," he said cockily.

Missy rolled her eyes. "Shut up," she said, pulling on a fresh, cotton shirt. "I got Stego vomit me."

He pulled open the door and Missy hopped out and eyed him irritably. "What are you so cheery about?" she asked.

Owen continued to grin and gave a shrug. "It's the day before shut down week. An entire week of vacation, why wouldn't I be cheery about that?"

"Hmm… I guess," uttered Missy, shielding her eyes from the mid-day sun.

Owen glanced at her. "I thought you were going to Europe to visit your sister?" he said narrowing his eyes at her.

Missy gave a sigh as they walked towards the paddock. "She cancelled on me, she's got emergency meetings planned at the bank she works at in London. So I'm gonna hang around here for the week instead. How about you? Have you decided on any plans. The last time I spoke to you, you were still making up your mind."

Owen ran a hand across his stubbly chin. "I'm sticking around here too, as it happens. The fencing around the pens needs some work so I volunteered to fix it."

Missy smiled. "You know that the park can just hire in someone to do that for you," she muttered, shooting him a look.

Owen smiled, his eyes falling to the ground. "I know, but its quicker and easier if I just get it done myself."

The pair of them reached the raptor enclosure where swift shadows could just been seen between the slats of concrete barriers.

"How are they doing today?" asked Missy, nodding towards the pen.

"Pretty good," said Owen folding his arms across himself. "Work with the clicker is improving…. ISNT IT, BLUE?" he yelled loudly.

Suddenly all movement inside the paddock stopped at the sound of his voice. Owen chuckled.

"So what have those geeks in the labs got for us today?" he said turning back to Missy and eyeing the metal case at her side.

Missy quickly opened the case the reveal four heavy duty syringes, all filled with a yellow liquid.

"It's apparently a serum that works to improve the raptors' velocity and power," she said matter-of-factly, gazing up at Owen. But the raptor trainer immediately frowned.

"Those girls are strong enough already, they don't need anything to make them more powerful than they already are. They're animals- not monsters," he said exasperatedly.

"Owen, I'm just doing my job," uttered Missy, staring up at him guiltily.

"I know that," he said softening, touching her gently on the arm. "It just kills me how they're trying to breed them to be weapons, when they're dangerous enough already."

Owen looked down at Missy, a frown at his brow and gazed into her eyes.

She bit her lip as her grey orbs met his green ones.

A long moment passed before she suddenly growled in frustration.

"Fine!" she said, rolling her eyes and reaching down into the bag. "But don't say I don't ever do anything for you."

Glancing this way and that, she pulled out the four syringes and emptied each one out into the bushes beside them.

When she was done she slipped the empty vials into a separate compartment of her bag.

"Happy?" she asked, through gritted teeth.

Owen beamed at her and before even saying a word he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Missy's stomach suddenly lurched.

"You owe me one," she uttered when he pulled away, a blush creeping over her face.

"Definitely," he said grinning. "Anything you want." And with that Owen escorted Missy back over towards her beat-up truck.

What neither of them seemed to notice was that Vic Hoskins, Head of InGen security division, watching them from a walkway high above the raptor pen.

Would you like me to post more?? Also let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this fic! :)

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