I always finish the art I start. I have only a few unfinished sketches I remember about. That is why I was very surprised when I was cleaning my files and found this collage partly done. I completely forgot about this work, as if it wasn't me who painted it. 😅 The art was laying in the folder since last June. So, now I finished it at last. Although this is a sad episode in the lives of the characters, it is still part of their story. So, it is "Faith".
Y que hubiese pasado si las cosas se daban de otra manera...
La pequeña Faith nace en Francia...
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
Entonces Jamie es el feliz y orgulloso padre de Faith y Brianna Fraser y las cría en un futuro que nunca creyó posible.
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.
“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…
tagged by the wonderful @flyinghome-againstthewind 💖 thank you! Here's another snippet of my only current wip 😪
While Jamie read, Faith took it in turns to stare intently at his facial expressions and to look at the book pages, all the while on his lap and her head resting more and more comfortably on the spot where his chest met his shoulder. Jamie felt his chest warm with the knowledge of having the girl’s trust and affection.
It was only a few minutes later, at the moment Alice was falling down the rabbit hole, when Claire was done in the kitchen. She carefully rested against the doorframe, taking in the unusual but adorable sight in front of her.
By the time Alice's feet had reached the ground after the long fall, Jamie felt Faith was quite still and realized she had fallen asleep, with her small lips slightly parted.
Claire came into the room, unaware of the smile on her face, and stretched out her hand to him. Jamie gave her the book but she placed it on the coffee table and motioned for him to pass Faith to her so she could put her to bed.
no pressure tagging @frasers-of-my-heart and can I tag you back, Anna? 😂 nevermind, this is just me being selfish
Some of the small bands that Louis supported or defended, tweeting about getting Louis the number 1 spot.
The Snuts x, Outland x, Fat Dads x, Small Talk x, Cavalcade x, Sam Jackson and Only the Poets x, Lunarca x, The Juice x, Cruz x & Manila Times x (15 November 2022)
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.
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.
Jamie came inside, stopping just long enough to discard his mud-laden boots before going upstairs. He couldn’t wait to relax beside the fire with Claire, but he had one more task. He pushed open the door, setting sight on two red heads peeking out from the blanket, pretending to sleep.
“Och, my lasses are asleep already, I s’pose I’ll head downstairs…”
“Da! We’re no’ truly asleep!” Faith and Bree bound out of the bed and clung to each of his legs.
“Aye, but ye should be ye wee sticklers,” Jamie smirked at them, “come, tell me what ye did today.”
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.