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outlanderrepublic · 3 months
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What if...?
Y que hubiese pasado si las cosas se daban de otra manera...
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La pequeña Faith nace en Francia...
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Jamie puede cruzar las piedras, no se queda a luchar en Culloden y se va con Claire embarazada y la pequeña Faith al futuro, Inverness finales de los años 40
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Entonces Jamie es el feliz y orgulloso padre de Faith y Brianna Fraser y las cría en un futuro que nunca creyó posible.
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frasers-of-my-heart · 2 months
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Wednesday 100: Faith
Faith curled up, wrapping herself around Claire’s growing belly as she slept. “Mummy and Da are worried about ye, wee bairn. Stay put ‘til it’s time, aye?” Claire had woken as she spoke, but didn’t let on. She held the tear in her eye as Faith patted her sibling through her, echoing the same plea. Suddenly the baby answered and kicked so hard that Faith’s hand bounced up and down making her giggle and Claire joined in.
“I remember when your father first felt you like that, you know.”
“Aye, so do I,” Jamie rolled over and held them all.
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Beside the Seaside: Ch 14
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Chapter 14
“This column here shows the room numbers and next to that, how many beds.” The words were innocent enough, a simple instruction like she’d asked for — this inn was her home now, her family’s business, and she wanted to know the running of it, should she need to pitch in. Jamie’s mouth at her ear as he stood behind her and his hand splayed possessively over her hip and abdomen were… less innocent. Especially when he nipped at her earlobe.
“Jamie.” She spun in his arms, trapped by the wall of his chest and the front desk counter biting into her lower back. Her husband only grinned, unrepentant. “You’re terrible at staying on task,” she teased, feeling the tug of her own smile.
“I think I’m doing verra well, actually.” His fingers traced a pattern over the small of her back. She knew she didn’t have any room to judge — he damn near drove her to distraction with just his presence. Nevermind when he touched her…
She gave in and kissed him.
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theawkwardterrier · 7 months
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All the Ways Home, chapter 4
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The transition to Lallybroch hasn't been as awful as the quiet worry which had soaked into Faith had tried to convince her that it would be when Mum and Da first told them. Still, even months after they’ve moved in, she always seems to wake confused and startled in her new bedroom, wondering for that split second as her eyes slit open why the light looks different, why the air has the extra bite, why she isn't settled in her familiar space in Inverness.
Today she comes to consciousness with an additional weight that it takes her a moment to identify. Then the previous day comes rippling back through her, and she burrows beneath her duvet, eyes shut tight as if that might block out the knowledge of a new brother, of whatever this all means about her father.
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cajon-desastre · 8 months
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dianaforever · 11 months
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Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Brian Fraser/Ellen MacKenzie Fraser, Jenny Fraser/Ian Murray, Joe Abernathy/Gail Abernathy, Alex/Mary Randall Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Angus, Rupert MacKenzie, Frank Randall, Alex Randall (Outlander), Mary Hawkins Randall, Ellen MacKenzie Fraser, Brian Fraser, Faith Fraser, Murtagh Fraser Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Murder, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Romance, some foul language, Faith Lives Summary:
Jamie Fraser is a Homicide Detective for the Edinburgh Police Department. He loves Blues Music he frequently visits a small bar. This story is full of Love, heartache and loneliness, also fun, laughter, smut and more smut. Oh yes and murder. Angst with a happy ending, I think. That's the way it's planned but not every chapter goes as planned.
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adsosfraser · 10 months
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wednesday 100
The first week, she can’t stomach the flowers on the dirt, already wilting into the rich scottish soil. The next, she’s too numb to do anything but sit with her husband, braiding her fingers through the grass. Her hands shakily turn pages of unused children’s books, her voice thick with tears as she recounts tales. She brings things she hopes are comforting. Umbrellas during the harsh storms to protect what’s safe beneath, blankets when it’s cold. The toys change as she ages. A rattle, a ball, a doll, a football, a little race car, a princess wand, chess. Through the years, it anchors her to the land: Lallybroch.
She plants forget-me-nots, hoping her green thumb will be passed on to her daughter. They flourish, and once she’s rested beside her baby, her children look for the flowers as they creep over to where she and her husband lay as well.
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coralsillustrations · 10 months
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Brand new fanart with an AU prompt/idea…
Soon after Culloden Jamie is able to find their wee Faith that actually survived and was take away from them. Meanwhile Claire gives birth to baby Brianna.
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silverflameataraxia · 2 years
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Outlander
(s2, e7, "Faith")
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viking-raider · 1 year
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So, I'm doing my traditional pre-new Outlander season rewatch, where I watch from Season One to the Season before the new one is going to air.
Just finished Episode Seven of Season Three and something has deeply bothered me. -- When Claire gives Jamie issue for not telling Elder Ian that Young Ian is with him in Edinburgh. That he didn't understand what it was like to be a worried parent.
Now, I understand Claire's point, he should have told Ian. But, in truth, I find a bit cruel of her to say.
Jamie does understand what it's like to be a worried parent. Perhaps not like she does, getting to raise Brianna. But Jamie was a parent worried about a daughter, and a son in William, that can't have a hand in helping or watching his children's lives be shaped. He was a worried parent not knowing what happened to his and Claire's child once she vanished through the stones.
Did she and the baby make it through the stones safely?
Did she get back to her own time, and not some other random time?
Did Frank take her back and was he good to a barn that was conceived with his wife's, other husband 200yrs before?
Did Claire have the baby, or did she miscarry again, like she had with Faith?
It annoys me further, his own sister, Jenny, rubs something of the same in Jamie's face in the next episode, after he suggests a different punishment for Young Ian running off. Asking if Jamie is "an expert on raising barns now?"
I'd say, out of all of them, James Alexander Malcom MacKenzie Fraser, has the most experience and is the expert at being a worried parent for his children.
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walkinginland · 1 year
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happy birthday, faith fraser <3 (shuffle drabble #3)
a little drabble I wrote awhile ago for our favorite girl. you deserved a whole beautiful life with your family ❤
One Summer night on the Copperline Slip away past supper time Wood smoke and moonshine Down on Copperline One time I saw my daddy dance Watched him moving like a man in a trance He bought it back from the war in France Down onto Copperline
- James Taylor
Da stood from tending the fire, the smoke curling up. He stretched his hand out to Mama, asking for a dance and bowing at the waist, setting her giggling and Mama rolling her eyes.
Mama still took his hand, laughing as Da twirled her. “Jamie, I haven’t done this in nearly a decade! I don’t remember the steps.”
“Och, dinna fash.” He shrugged. “We don’t have music to misstep anyways.”
She watched them swaying gently until Da spotted her watching and stretched out his hand again. “Come on then, Faith. I’ll teach ye.”
She jumped up, grinning, and joined them.
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any time I rewatch s2 of Outlander, I just have to tell myself that it’s not real. Claire won’t have a baby and Culloden will happen. It’s comforting but also heartbreaking. It was nice while it lasted.
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frasers-of-my-heart · 4 months
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Wednesday 100: Bedtime Story
Claire and Jamie were putting Faith and Brianna to bed, tucking the sheets tightly around and beneath them as they always did.
“We dinna want to go to bed!” Faith whined, supposedly on behalf of her and her sister.
“Oh you don’t, do you?” Claire challenged their eldest daughter as she gestured to Brianna whose eyes were already falling shut as a sleepy smile resembling her father’s appeared.
“Fine, I dinna! Da, will ye tell me a story?”
“Now then a leannan, yer mam says it’s time for bed.”
“Just for a minute?”
Jamie looked at Claire and she relented.
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Beside the Seaside: Ch 13
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Chapter 13
She woke to no alarm clock or pestering from Fergus, and stretched leisurely in her bed, her body pleasantly sore in a way she hadn’t felt in God knew how long. It was that familiar ache that reminded her before she even checked her surroundings that she wasn’t in her third-story room at Fairy Hill, but in a different inn entirely and with—
Her hand reached for Jamie but only caught in the empty sheets, and she lifted her head to look for her new husband. She could see his broad form in the ensuite bathroom, standing before the sink in his undershirt and shorts, shaving his morning shadow. Claire propped her head in her hand and watched him, enjoying the view and the vaguely possessive notion that she was allowed to study him like this. She smiled unabashedly when he caught her gaze in the mirror just as he was finishing up.
Jamie crawled back into bed, bracing his weight on his arms above her as he leaned down and kissed her. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.” He said it so easily, so infused with joy, and she hadn’t any defense against that kind of genuine affection.
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faithfraserlivesau · 2 years
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“I will find you," he whispered in my ear. "I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you - then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, killed, stolen, betrayed, and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest."
His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me.
“Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.”
Those words that Jamie had said to me at Craigh na Dun echoed in my mind as I stared into the eyes of a woman—my daughter, whom I had thought dead for over twenty years. A grown woman, young in the face, old in her eyes. She carried the weight of the world in those whiskey eyes of hers.
Faith Fraser was alive but she was dead to her family. To me and Jamie and Bree, she was an Angel in heaven. To Faith Fraser, she was better off dead at this point. Nearly three hundred years alive and witness to countless wars, famine, tragedies. Three hundred years of revolutions, of family feuds on the global scale, deaths of innocents; the daughter of time and history, cursed to forever bear witness to tragedy and never be able to change it. Was this the cost of Jamie and I meddling with time? The life of our daughter? And why was Bree spared and given a happy life but Faith had to bear the burden alone? What were Master Raymond and that Auld Witch thinking?
“Please, don’t look at me like that.” Faith pleaded, “don’t look at me like you pity me and blame yourself. I don’t want your pity. I’m not angry, I don’t resent anyone, now it’s time for you to go back home. Forget me, forget all you saw here. Live a happy life with the family you know, leave me be, please.”
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cajon-desastre · 1 year
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It's not you I've lost, but the world.
Ingeborg Bachmann. A Kind of Loss
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