#outlander au

[anoutlandishfanfic]

Chapter 32: Departure

This chapter has been a long time coming. It's short, but there's more to come. Thank you to all of you who have stuck around and hello to all of you who are just discovering Metamorphosis. I truly hope you enjoy it and I cannot wait to bring you more chapters of this fic. 💙

You can find a master list of previous chapters here or this fic is also on AO3 if you'd like to read it there.

Enjoy! 💚

February 22nd, 1744; Afternoon. Claire.

The swell of angry voices grew to a thunderous pitch, drowning out any form of coherent thought. My heart lodged itself at the back of my throat as the floor beneath me creaked and groaned and harkened the arrival of my worst nightmare. 

Gritting my teeth, I lifted my head to face my foe but it was the midwife’s face that swam before mine. 

I frowned at her and shook my head in confusion as she motioned towards the babies. A hideous sound left my lips as she reached out and tore them from my arms. 

Jamie’s name twisted on my tongue, contorting into a desperate plea for help as I careened after her. My vision blurred as the tips of my fingers brushed against her skirts and I threw myself forward, frantically trying to grab hold of her. 

My head spun as I hit the floor. The impact stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me gasping for air. I could hear the men approaching, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe as they grabbed me and lifted me off the ground. 

The shock of their soggy clothes against my skin freed my reflexes just enough for me to strike out blindly. 

“Christ, Sassenach,” they cursed as my fist hit their nose. 

“Tis me!”

I froze, staring up at Jamie in surprise. 

He blinked rapidly for a moment before a half snort, half laugh escaped him as he commented, “I canna fault yer aim, mo nighean donn, but warn me next time, aye?”

I turned my face into his chest and promptly dissolved into a blubbering mess. Jamie’s arms tightened around me as I began to tremble from head to toe. A blanket materialized out of thin air and covered me from head to toe, but it did little to thaw the bitter chill that numbed my lips and immobilized my limbs. 

My eyes slid shut as he began to rock me back and forth. He bent his head, his lips moving against my hair as he apologized. 

“Forgive me,” Jamie repeated over and over, first in English before slipping into Gàidhlig. “Oh, God, Claire… please forgive me. 

He stroked my back and the familiar, steady movement stemmed my tears, slowly quieting the raging storm within my heart. I managed one deep breath and then another as my head stopped spinning. 

I heard Jamie speaking to someone and could feel the deep vibrations in his chest against my cheek, but couldn’t make out his words. Their conversation stayed out of reach as more voices joined them, swirling and swelling around me until I could no longer distinguish one person from another. 

A hand rested on my shoulder for a moment before Jamie shifted me in his arms, loosening his embrace as he eased me back into a more reclined position. I cracked open one eye to assess the situation and found the midwife kneeling beside me. 

“It is time to bring you to my home, my dear,” she smiled gently. “You have waited long enough.”

One of the babies was tucked safely in the crook of her elbow, now bundled warmly and ready for the journey. He began to cry and she bent forward as she brought his tiny face near mine. 

He stopped immediately as I kissed his brow and cheek. His eyes opened as he scowled at me and seemed to study me closely for a moment before sighing heavily. 

“Aye, a bhalaich,” Jamie chuckled softly. 

“I ken just what ye mean.”

#outlander #outlander au #outlander fanfic #metamorphosis au #metamorphosis ch32

[lara-frasers]

For Auld Lang Syne

Here's a NYE one-shot I wrote, featuring an AU version of Jamie and Claire 🥰 I hope you like it!

You can read it here

Happy New Year! ✨🎉

#au #outlander au #outlander fic #fanfic #ao3 #claire x jamie #jamie x claire

[arielchelby]

Under the Same Stars / Ch 11 / The Reckoning Part 2

Sparks fly between Jon and Dany after their escape from King’s Landing as they’re forced to face the differences between them. Their situation only gets more complicated when they reach Riverrun and they must answer to Robb and the Northern lords.

Thank you to @moondancer71 and @evax3 for beta reading! This was a complicated chapter and I was really grateful for their feedback.

Read here on A03

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#jonerys #jonerys fanfic #jonerys fanfiction #jon snow #daenerys targaryen #under the same stars #outlander au #ariel writes

[katzenmas]

Outlander

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── This idea came to me in a vision while i was rewatching the show. This first chapter is more of an introduction because the reader (SPOILER AHEAD) hasn't travelled back in time yet. I wanted to get this chapter out of the way as soon as possible so i can start writing the more interesting ones hehe. This fic will be a Johnny Soap MacTavish X Reader, but you are technically married to Graves in this chapter. He won't really show up after this unless you're talking about him.

Warnings : Some suggestive dialogue, implied sex. No use of Y/N, Female Reader ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

PART 1 Inverness, 2018 People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Young girls run away from home. Children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish into the smoke of imported cigars. Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations. The little inn did not look like a place people would disappear in. Mrs. Baird’s looked like any other run down Highland bed and breakfast. With peeling paint and near dead flowers, the smell of cigarette smoke stuck to the walls in the rooms. Mrs. Baird herself almost looked like her inn. In her late sixties, always bustling and talking, still she made no objections when Phillip turned the room she rented us into a second office. His laptop and papers strewn around the desk, walls now had something akin to maps tacked onto them. It was your husband’s great idea to take a second honeymoon trip. Inverness was a strange choice, the setting so different from the one you were used to in Texas. But when Phillip came to you with two plane tickets and news that a one month break was needed, you wouldn’t even dare to turn him down. Walking down the rickety stairs of the inn, you found your husband sitting in an armchair near a fireplace, a book about the Jacobite rebellion in his hands. He looked so peaceful sitting in the maroon chair, the flames from the fire basking him in a soft glow. “How long are you going to stand there and stare at me Mrs. Graves?” your lips quirked up in a smile as you walked over to your husband. He set his book down on a coffee table and beckoned you to sit across his lap. Your hands found their home looped around his neck and he smoked into your collarbone. “I don’t know Mr. Graves, you make a fine subject for staring, maybe I’ll never stop” you giggled and ran your hands through his hair. The sudden quietness behind you two told you that Mrs. Baird has put down her broom and was covertly watching you. While golf and fishing are Scotland’s most popular outdoor sports, gossip is the most popular indoor sport. And when it rains as much as it does in Scotland, people spend a lot of time indoors. “She’s staring again” You mumbled and Phillip donned a devilish grin. Suddenly he hoisted you up and ran the length of the stairs to your room. The sudden change made giggles erupt from your mouth as you clutched tighter to him. ‘“What in god’s name are you doing!” You yelled at him through fits of your giggles and your husband threw you down on the bed, before getting on it himself. He was halfway sitting up, with his knees digging into the mattress and he smiled at you. “I’d hate for the dear old thing to be disappointed in us,” he answered. Sitting up on the side of the ancient bed, he bounced gently up and down, creating a piercing rhythmic squeak. The footsteps in the hall stopped abruptly. After a minute or two of bouncing, Phillip gave a loud, theatrical groan and collapsed backward with a twang of protesting springs. You giggled helplessly into a pillow, so as not to disturb the breathless silence outside. Phillip waggled his eyebrows at you. “You’re supposed to moan ecstatically, not giggle,” he admonished in a whisper. “She’ll think I’m not a good lover.” “You’ll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans,” You answered. “Two minutes doesn’t deserve any more than a giggle.” “Inconsiderate little wench. I came here for a rest, remember?”

“Lazybones. You’ll never manage the next branch on your family tree unless you show a bit more industry than that.” Both of you chuckled as Phillip moved to lay next to you, bringing his hand around your middle and squishing you closer to his chest. That’s how sleep found you, being held close by your husband’s strong arms as his rhythmic heartbeat slowly lulled you into sweet sleep. The rustling sounds of your husband getting dressed stirred you from your dreams. You slowly sat up in the bed and stretched, the downpour outside has finally stopped which meant you two would be walking around town tonight. “ Let’s stop at that pub from yesterday. That might’ve been the best salmon I’ve ever eaten” Phillip noticed that you woke up and started making plans about today’s escapades. First you were going to meet some tour guide that would drive you two to some historical sites and then back to Inverness. “I distinctly heard the barman at that pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs.”

“Well, why not?” said Phillip. “It only means ‘Englishman,’ after all, or at worst, ‘outlander,’ and we’re all of that.”

“I know what it means. It was the tone I objected to.” Phillip searched through the bureau drawer for a belt. “He was just annoyed because I told him the ale was weak. I told him the true Highland brew requires an old boot to be added to the vat, and the final product to be strained through a well-worn undergarment.”

“Ah, that accounts for the amount of the bill.”

“Well, I phrased it a little more tactfully than that, but only because the Gaelic language hasn’t got a specific word for drawers.”

You reached for a pair of your own underwear, intrigued. “Why not? Did the ancient Gaels not wear undergarments?”

Phillip leered. “You’ve never heard that old song about what a Scotsman wears beneath his kilts?”

“ No and I’d rather not hear about it now. Off to the bath you go, the stench of the fire still clings to your hair” You playfully messed with it and your husband smiles, cupping your face in his hand and kissing your brow.

“Only if you join me”

The walk to the town square was a bit hard, dull ache between your thighs after Phillip decided to fuck you senseless in the shower, was making itself known. Taking small steps you idly window-shopped. Your husband was on the phone, talking to the tour guide when your eyes caught sight of a vase. It looked tacky, the colors were bright and the shape was a bit lopsided but the drawing depicted on the vase itself was beautiful. A myriad of large stones in a valley, the sunset drawn behind it was basking the stone in a soft glow.

Soon you found yourself meeting Phillip at the crossing of the High Street and the Gereside Road and you turned up the road together. He raised his eyebrows at your purchases.

“Vases?” He smiled. “Wonderful. Perhaps now you’ll stop putting flowers in my books.”

“They aren’t flowers, they’re specimens. And it was you who suggested I take up botany. To occupy my mind, now that I’ve not got nursing to do,” You reminded him.

“True.” He nodded good-humoredly. “But I didn’t realize I’d have bits of greenery dropping out into my lap every time I opened a reference. What was that horrible crumbly brown stuff you put in Tuscum and Banks?”

“Groutweed. Good for hemorrhoids.”

“Preparing for my imminent old age, are you? Well, how very thoughtful of you.” You two laughed as suddenly a small green car stopped in front of you. The man in the driver’s side seat looked no more than fifty. Big rimmed glasses sat atop his small nose, wild curly hair had bits of gray in it and you noticed one golden tooth as he sent a smile your way.

“ Mr. and Mrs. Graves! Pleasure to meet ya, I’m Colm I’ll be takin’ ye to Craigh Na Dun”

#call of duty x reader #call of duty au #outlander au #cod x reader #johnny soap mctavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x you #alternative universe

[baisleyarts]

Heika Haddock's fit, before I forget I'm supposed to write her wearing this shi.

#art #httyd #how to train your dragon #outlander au #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #toothless #heika haddock #female hiccup #she likes her belts and buckles

[cookie-de-baunilha]

a j/p modern au fic where john and percy compete with each other to see which one of them solves the cain’s jawbone puzzle first

plot twist: my girl minnie manages to outdo both of them

#john vs percy vs minnie the ultimate spy beef #and it’s just the three of them trying to crack a fictional puzzle but they take it very VERY seriously #outlander #outlander au #lord john series #lord john grey #john grey #percy wainwright #percy beauchamp #minnie grey #minerva grey #john x percy #cain’s jawbone

[atsushis-fangs]

North: we've really got to stop meeting like this Scotland: maybe we would if you stopped breAKING INTO MY HOUSE

@winterwrites23

#hetalia #SoT #incorrect quotes #outlander AU #SoT incorrect quotes #hws northern ireland #hws scotland #etymology is fun so here we have the meaning of callum's name #'callum' is a scottish gaelic variant of the latin name 'columba' which means dove #'dougall' however is the anglicized version of the gaelic 'dubhghall' or 'dúbgall' #which is a combination of 'dubh' (dark) and 'gall' (stranger #so that was todays etymology lesson :D

[winterwrites23]

A million years later, it's finally here!! Thank you for your ongoing support and patience guys :D As a treat, enjoy this 27k-long chapter!

Read on ff.net

Summary:

North felt off. He couldn’t really explain it but in the last few days, he felt like he was waiting for something to happen. Like when you put two slices of bread into a toaster, waiting in anticipation as time ticked by, but no matter how much you stare at the toaster you still get startled when the toast pops out. North was feeling like that. There was a metaphorical toaster going on, ready to ding any second now, except he didn’t know what the hell was toasting in there. It was starting to get annoying.

#it's finally here guys! Enjoy :D #hetalia #outlander au #SoT #hws northern ireland #story update #thank you nov 5th for motivating me to finish this 🙌🏼🙌🏼

[pleasing-louis]

billow and breeze (islands and seas) (102K) for the @1dhistoricalficfest

It was bright; that was the first thing Louis could recall. With a groan, he winced at the throbbing behind the sockets of his eyes and rubbed his temples in an effort to soothe the pain. Maybe he really did hit his head when he took his tumble. The omega squinted as he looked at the surrounding rolling hills and fog hanging over the countryside. As strange as it was, the world felt different, though it looked practically the same.

Disoriented and confused, Louis padded through the moss and listened for his husband. “Liam?” he croaked shakily. Nothing but a symphony of woodland creatures met his ears. His footsteps were muted by mossy green grass beneath his feet and soil fragrant as he neared the crest of the hill. At the top, he froze, lips parted in horror and eyes widening at the expanse of empty farmland—not a soul in sight. It had only been less than ten minutes prior that he could see Inverness from the crest, but now there was nothing.

“Impossible,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief—his mind not quite able to make sense of it.

The Outlander AU where Louis wakes up in 1743 Scotland.

#my fics #my fic #bottom louis #1dhff #outlander au #blouis #abo

[dianaforever]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall Characters: Murtagh Fraser, Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp, Mrs. Graham (Outlander), Frank Randall Additional Tags: Post-Battle of Culloden, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Season/Series 03, Outlander Season 3 Summary:

On another day perhaps I will have time for regret, but not today, no not this bloody day.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #outlander au #time travel #outlander season 3 #jamie travels #murtagh

[anoutlandishfanfic]

Chapter Thirty: Dhà

Hellooooo!!! Thank you so much for your patience as you’ve waited for this update. Life has been... an adventure, but its been really fun to come back to this. I may be a bit rusty, but I cannot wait to show you the rest of the (continuing) story.

You can find previous chapters HERE on Tumblr.

Or HERE on AO3.

{Dhà means two in Scots Gaelic... a second child... a second start at this fic. I thought it would be fitting.}

February 22nd, 1744. Claire.

The door slammed open with a mighty gust of wind, making me flinch and waking Brian from a sound sleep. He whimpered, then let out a full throated protest at the intrusion. Jamie’s face lit up as we heard the sound of a woman’s voice over his cries.

“Over here!” he leaned away from me, craning his neck to see the doorway without leaving my side. “This way!!”

My heart soared as she cheerily answered in French, “Hello! Yes, we hear you!!”

Jamie turned back to me and draped my arisaid a bit more modestly over my chest as I tried to soothe Brian.

The irony of my husband’s ministrations was not lost on me as this stranger was going to see a good deal more than my bare breasts if she was going to be helpful… but its welcome warmth had me sinking deeper into its folds, settling the baby and loosening the knot of tension around my heart.

The stranger appeared at the edge of our nest a moment later, followed closely by a second woman, and with Murtagh hot on their heels.

My gaze flew back to Jamie as he shifted, hesitantly positioning himself in front of me — even as we both knew just how much we needed her presence and guiding hand.

Let her be a help and not a hindrance, my soul whispered as a chill ran up my spine.

The woman’s face was weathered, her frame slight underneath her billowing, dripping cloak. She quickly assessed all three of us in a glance as she set her overflowing basket down and rid herself of her outer garments, rolling up her sleeves as she introduced herself.

“My name is Camille, my dear,” her gaze softened and my guard began to slip a bit. “Your father found my daughter and I in the market… May I see how we can be of help?”

“Please.”

The word tumbled from my lips in desperation before I could stem it and I felt Jamie tense against me as the woman took a step closer, kneeling about an arm’s length from my feet.

“Your baby sounds healthy and strong,” she nodded to Brian, her smile growing. “Shall I examine him?”

My words stuck in the back of my throat as the pull of another contraction began and I looked helplessly to Jamie, my mouth gone completely dry.

“He is well, but his brother is on his way,” Jamie’s hoarse voice betrayed his own emotions as he simply and swiftly explained the situation.

Understanding dawned at once and she inched closer as she began to ask a series of rapid questions –  none of which I heard.

The blood roared in my ears and the room began to spin around me as I fought to keep my head above the rising tide... to make out what the woman was saying.

I turned my head towards Jamie, my mouth opening and shutting again as the words stuck in my throat.

Help. me.

Great, black spots swam into my vision as hands suddenly reached out and tried to tear Brian from my arms.

“No!” I cried out as I clutched him even tighter against my chest, curling inwards as I tried to shield him.

My entire body began to shake… trembling from head to toe out of a panic that was quickly turning into a blind rage.

Get your fucking hands off my baby.

“Stop!” I tried again, gasping, and tried to find my husband in the chaos around me.

“Jamie!”

But it was Murtagh’s face that suddenly appeared before me and his warm, steady hand on my arm as he coaxed, “Much, a nighean… much.”

Blinking hard, I could finally make out Jamie just behind him. His face had gone completely white and he raked his good hand through his hair, standing it on end.

“Here,” Murtagh’s hand lifted and cupped the back of Brian’s tiny head, nearly swallowing him whole. 

“Give him to me, aye? He’ll come to nae harm… I give ye my word.”

I reluctantly nodded and loosened my grip on Brian as I shifted him against me. Murtagh opened his arms, eyes bright with unshed tears as he gently took him from me. Jamie murmured something in Gaelic to them both as he settled our son more securely in his godfather’s arms and sent them off into the shadows with a nod.

I began to tremble again as I lost sight of them, feeling completely unmoored and tossed about in a raging sea of pain without him in my arms. A mighty sob welling up deep within me and gained strength as it ran up my spine, bursting from my lips before I could stem it.

“Jamie.”

He surged forward and grabbed hold of my hand in an instant.

“I’m here, mo ghraidh,” he murmured low, squeezing my hand gently.

“Show me wha’ ye need.”

I tugged him towards me and he eagerly moved closer, slipping carefully into place behind me.

I turned my face towards his as he brushed away the curls that clung to the hot tears streaming down my cheeks and tried to gain a footing against him as wave after wave threatened to tear me in two.

He kissed me, then, long and hard. His spirit lifted mine, soothing and strengthening as slowly, ever so slowly, the tide that bound me began to recede. He kept his face close as I fought to both catch my breath and regain my bearings.

Jesus H Roosevelt Christ, I mentally spat as everything came crashing back into focus.

The absolute stranger at my feet… another perched on a crate at the edge of my view… Brian’s small noises from somewhere in the shadows… and the realization that this was happening a hell of a lot faster the second time around.

I slid my eyes shut with a hiccuping sigh and gripped Jamie’s hand even tighter.

“Aye, tha’s the way,” the rumble of his voice against my back and his reassuring words compelled the writhing mass of doubt within me to cease.

But it would not.

He registered this and let go of my hand, shifting me in his arms until he could see my face. Concern lined his face as studied me for a moment and his thumb stroked my cheek before he lowered his lips once more to mine, pulling all of the remaining tension from within me with his kiss.

I tried to settle against him and groaned in frustration as another contraction began, right on the heels of the last. I shifted listlessly in his arms, struggling to find a position that eased the pain in any amount.

“Here,” the woman’s hand rested on my knee as she moved closer, guiding me and helping me turn so that I could lean more squarely against Jamie.

I kept hold of her hand as my breath hitched and my eyes widened in surprise at the sudden strength of this new contraction.

Her face softened as she gave my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and moving closer to me, settling herself into a better position to help.

My jaw clenched as I dug my feet into the mattress beneath me.

Bloody. fucking. hell.

… ...

Jamie.

Claire sagged against me, completely spent as her pain finally eased for a moment. They were coming one right after another now, without time for her to rest before the next one hit.

“He’s sure in a hurry,” she grumbled, echoing my own thoughts.

The midwife lifted her head and I repeated the sentiment in French. She chuckled softly, nodding reassuringly as she patted Claire’s thigh.

“He’ll be in your arms soon, mo chridhe,” I reassured her, praying it would be true.

She nodded, a shuddering moan leaving her lips as she was plunged into battle once more.

“Tha’s the way, Sorcha,” I encouraged as she began to push.

The midwife ducked her head to peer beneath the hem of Claire’s shift for a moment and helped my wife settle more fully into her task. They worked together, coaxing and crooning until they finally broke through to the other side.

“Fuck,” Claire moaned, sliding her eyes shut in exhaustion. “Damn you, James Fraser.”

My gut clenched at this and my heart dropped to the floor.

Watching you pay for the cost of my love is hell enough, my own.

“Oh, aye,” I hoarsely agreed and brushed a kiss across her temple, then more earnestly as she shifted against me and lifted her face towards mine.

“Take what ye need of me, mo ghraidh,” I hovered close. “I’ve got ye… I’m here.”

I tried to recall what had helped her before… my mind racing to remember what I’d said or done to give her comfort the first time. I could see her face better then, as she’d faced me, but there was something about supporting her in this way — holding her close as she gave everything within her to bring our second child into the world – that made it all entirely new.

I felt her stiffen in my arms and I laced my fingers through hers as she dove in, head first back into the storm… but she had a new spirit, a strength that had been all but gone not a moment before.

“Good!” the midwife exclaimed, beaming. “Here he comes!”

Her head disappeared completely from sight as she tucked Claire’s shift up around her hips and out of the way as she readied herself to guide my son into the world.

Claire’s nails bit into the tops of my thighs as the midwife guided her through the pain until she suddenly collapsed against me, a choking, strangled cry exploding from her lips.

“Well done, my dear!!” she cheered.

“A dhia, no chridhe,” I murmured, placing a kiss atop her head. “How verra braw ye are.

But my pride quickly turned to panic as the next pain started and I felt something change within Claire… the heels of her hands pushed against the tops of my thighs as her voice rose, twisting and clawing at the ceiling.

The midwife turned away from my wife for the first time since she’d arrived and beckoned wildly to the other woman in the shadows. Her assistant was at her side in an instant and she addressed me — not Claire — as urgency contorted her face.

“We need to move her,” she instructed. “She needs to lay back.”

I nodded and quickly moved to do her bidding, supporting Claire’s shoulders as I helped her lay against the make-shift pillows behind her.

Claire cried out again as they drew her knees up towards her chest, the knife edge of her scream flaying me wide open as I hovered above her. Her gaze grew distant, her face contorting as she writhed in pain.

“Sorcha.”

My hand trembled as much as my voice as I tried to reach her in her agony. 

“Sorcha, look at me,” I begged, my hands cradling her face.

“Please.”

Her eyes were wide, staring right past me as she screamed again.

Turn… Shoulder…

I could only catch fragments of the women’s words, but the next made my blood run cold.

Stuck.

I slipped my hand beneath Claire’s head and I leaned forward, bringing her lips to mine in a desperate attempt to keep her at my side.

Mary, Michael, and Bride — help her!

She trembled in my arms as I pulled away, but her gaze finally found mine for a moment as I hovered above her.

“Stay wi’ me, Sorcha,” I begged.

Claire jerked suddenly and let out a bloodcurdling shout, going completely limp in my arms. I frantically looked over my shoulder, but my plea for help stopped short at the sight of a bairn squirming in the midwife’s hands.

She looked up and beamed at me, announcing, “You have another son.”

My heart soared and the tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I turned back to Claire.

“He’s here, mo ghraidh,” I murmured as I felt her hand stir on my arm, her eyes closed.

I brushed a kiss across her brow and she lifted her hand to my neck. Her eyelids flickered and she blinked up at me.

Wee noises began to sound from behind me and I watched as the chiseled lines of pain immediately left her face and she was transformed with a curious, eager joy. She turned her head, trying to see around me, and I moved out of her way.

The bairn’s wee squawking turned into a loud, hearty cry and Claire reached out  for him. The midwife eagerly obliged and gently placed him within reach beside her.

She sighed heavily as her fingers brushed against the top of his head, skimming down each limb and finding him whole.

“Ye’ve done it, mo chridhe,” I swallowed hard, my voice breaking as a slow, weary smile lit her face.

“They’re both here.”

I could hear the midwife moving behind me, her hands flitting into view as she readied to cut the bairn’s cord.

The next moment she lifted him, easing him off the mattress and settled him on Claire’s chest.

I heard Claire’s breath catch, then release in a contented sigh as she held him close for the first time. Her hand trembled as her fingers traced the curve of his brow.

“He’s perfect,” she murmured in awe.

I couldn’t help but agree, nodding slowly as I added, “An’ sae wee.”

Her face changed, worry creeping into her eyes as she looked up and scanned the shadows just beyond us.

“Murtagh?” Her voice broke as she called out to him.

I could make out his dark shape as he moved at once, answering back “Aye, a leannan… I’m here.”

He quickly crossed the room and knelt beside us, his eyes bright and cheeks wet.

“Thank you,” I swallowed hard as I lifted Brian back into my arms. “Thank you for holding him close, ghoistidh.”

One corner of his lips lifted in acknowledgement, but he didn’t reply. His hand lingered on the bairn for a moment as I settled Brian more securely in my arms, then moved out of the way as I turned back to Claire.

I shifted beside her, moving Brian until his head was near his brother’s.

My heart soared as I saw them side by side for the first time. Claire’s hand moved to rest on Brian, looking from one to the other as she studied their faces.

“Wha’ will ye name him, then?”

Murtagh’s voice was so low that I almost didn’t hear him.

I looked up to find him beaming down at the miracle before him… the biggest smile I’d ever seen stretching across his face.

“Henry,” I whispered hoarsely. “Henry an’ Brian.”

#outlander #outlander au #Metamorphosis AU #chapter 30

[darkcrowprincess]

Jegulus and Wolfstar idea: Outlander au!

Sirius and Regulus Black, two brothers born and raised in France go on a family trip to Scotland during the 1970s. While there they find the stone rings and accidentally go to the past. 1743 to be exact. Could be the wizardry world mix in this or not. Either way they go to the past and end up separated. Regulus meets an injured James Potter and his toddler Harry. His wife killed, they were attacked by a man named Tom Riddle. Meanwhile Sirius is taken prisoner by a group called the Death Eaters, there he meets a fellow prisoner called Remus Lupin. Along the way they meet other members of the marauders Era in the past and a few familiar villians. Will Regulus and Sirius reunite? Will they get back home? Will they want to? Especially with the both of them deeply falling in love with men from the past.

@silence-between-seconds @achillvs @sophsicle

#my thoughts #outlander au #harry potter #jegulus #wolfstar #regulus black #sirius black #sirius and regulus #james potter #remus lupin #ideas #anyone is free to use this idea for themselves

[arielchelby]

Under the Same Stars | Ch 10 | The Reckoning Part 1

In the present, Jon Stark travels to Volantis for answers, and in the past, Jon Snow races to the Red Keep to save his bride. Dany fights to keep her sanity as she’s thrown into a nightmare.

Thank you so much to @moondancer71 and @evax3 for beta reading! I wrote a chunk of this chapter for Eva's birthday last year and I've finally made it to that part of the story.

Also, edit credit goes to @moondancer71 ❤️

Read here on A03

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[i-am-still-bb]

No. 9

“Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.” | Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”

Fili/Kili, T Outlander AU (Tumblr / Ao3) 359 words

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Fili flinched when Kili said those words. They hit him like a physical blow. “I didn’t lie to you,” Fili protested. “I would never lie.”

“All those times that we talked about something better?” Kili spat, his eyes on fire. “You were always the one talking about joining up. You said you didn’t care what Thorin thought! You didn’t care if he disinherited you!” Kili paced while he spoke. His steps were heavy and his stride long. “And now,” he was practically shouting.

“Shhh,” Fili hissed. “Someone will hear.” Kili froze and stared at Fili, “That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” He ran his hands through his hair. It did not lay flat again. It flared around his face like a wild and unruly mane. “You’re so concerned with what everyone else thinks that you don’t even think for yourself anymore!”

“Because I’ve grown up!” Fili flung back without thinking. “I’m not a child anymore. I know that my actions have consequences that I do not intend. Considering how my actions might hurt people does not make me a coward! It does not make me a liar.” Fili was on his feet now. “It means I’m not a child like you.” He pressed a finger to Kili’s chest with those final words. “I don’t just run off chasing dreams every chance I get.”

Kili’s face shut down. He closed himself off from Fili. His jaw muscles jumped when he clenched his teeth. “So that’s it then.”

Fili was already backpedaling, “Kili…”

“No. I’m a child. I dream of something better than this.” Kili spread his arms wide indicating the storage shed where they had retreated to to talk. “And you don’t.”

And then Kili was gone. The door banged against its frame in the wake of his rage. 

Fili slumped into a storage barrel. 

Kili was right. He was a coward. And a liar. 

He was going to stay here. Safe and sound in the walls of the castle, the walls that had kept him safe for his entire life while Kili went out into the world and tried to make it better for them and for everyone else. 

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Taglist Everything: @silvermoon-scrolls Fili/Kili: @dubhlachen

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[baisleyarts]

Just a Berserker Chief and his time-travelling wife 🥰

outlander au fic

#art #httyd #rtte #how to train your dragon #dagcup #dagur the deranged #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #outlander au #female!hiccup #heika haddock

[cookie-de-baunilha]

I was thinking about an AU where Percy lives, sorts things out with John and goes back to England (as Beauchamp ofc and the rest of the family also moves to England because of the French Revolution — and maybe they don’t have any heirs so Germain ends up taking the Beauchamp name and continuing the line and that’s how Claire exists BUT I DIGRESS).

So back to Percy. Spy days are over I guess? It would be too risky to start spying for England, even if he is using his married name.

But the Beauchamps are loaded, so now that he has time and money he can focus on becoming a full-time artist (in fact I have a headcanon that after marrying into the Beauchamp family Percy actually dedicated most of his free time to art, so his skills improved a lot during those 20 years).

He could also go back to the bookbinding business since it seems like it was something he liked to do, given that scene in Echo in which he talks about it.

I just like the idea of Percy living a low profile life in England, doing his art and getting into the more artistic/bohemian social circles. Nothing too fancy because he can’t risk someone uncovering his true identity — or maybe that wouldn’t be a problem after 20 years, a wig, a “fake” name and a fake French accent? idk

I just keep thinking that if Percy and John got back together, Percy wouldn’t be able to fit into the English upper crust like he tried to do in Brotherhood. They wouldn’t risk him being recognized. Which could be a point of conflict in their relationship, because they would have to keep it even more hidden than before. Like, they wouldn’t be able to hang out publicly in John’s circles.

But I think about what Diana said about their relationship in Brotherhood: how Percy wasn’t a soldier, but was willing to enter that life with John.

So for this AU I thought that (given the proper character development) John could try to fit into Percy’s life, and not the other way around. They would have to keep things low profile af, but it could work.

I don’t know what John would be doing with his life tbh (seriously what is his job atp in the main series?? Is he just a retired officer?). But he would be doing something and in the meantime he could keep running into mysteries and trying to solve them, and Percy could help him with that too.

Also I imagine them taking a few months off London every now and then and traveling to different places. Maybe they could finally go to Rome together 😭

#just ideas i don’t know how to write #loool #outlander #outlander au #percy wainwright #percy beauchamp #lord john grey #john grey #john x percy