✨cuddling that turns into being pinned down and absolutely wrecked✨
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still cradling this beautiful image @asoriadraws did of my tav like one would hold a baby bird
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Wednesday 100: A verra fine healer
Jamie fell asleep on the floor of Ardsmuir that night and found himself in a crowded room not of his time. There was a stage, but no players. Instead, one man stood at a lectern and men in robes lined up to the side. In the midst of them, one woman. Her curly wig was somehow tamed, but he knew it was her. They were all called one by one.
“Doctor Claire Randall.” His wife walked across the stage and he wondered if she could feel him there as she looked out. His mouth drew up in a proud smile.
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Wednesday 100: Wherever I’m With You
In readjusting to life in the cabin after the Big House, Claire found the once-familiar rhythm each December morning, rising and quietly bustling around the hearth to make tea, piping hot to burn away the chill.
She didn’t look up at the sound of small feet scurrying down the loft’s ladder and into the bed, but when Claire turned back towards them with two mugs, Bonnie was already tucked under Jamie’s arm and drifting back to sleep. Watching them, she felt both the magnanimous loss of their home, and how her whole world could still fit in a one-room cabin.
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Uhh I just checked my watch and it looks like it's time to be manhandled
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Wednesday 100: Samhain
Jamie laid down, thinking of Claire as he always did, but this night was always a little more special— it marked fifteen years since she came to him. And the thirteenth year he’d celebrated alone. He fell asleep, looking for her.
She had a pumpkin in front of her and a tall, black hat upon her head that came to a sharp point at the top. She wore glasses that were bigger than any he’d seen in his time and her hair, while lacking its wild curls, was just as plentiful as ever, silver streaks cascading down.
My Sassenach.
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day one - go ahead and cry little boy, you know your daddy did too
collab with fic by kawwwaritai
“Shut up!” Yuri snarls. He made it a point to learn those words in particular, in almost every language. “I… I saw your dad cry!” he shoots back, also in English. It made more sense in the Russian in his head, he thinks, but the intended vitriol definitely comes across. Probably.
read on AO3 🍁 @yurisbirthdaybash
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