#outlander fic

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Beside the Seaside: Ch 14

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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#beside the seaside #jamie x claire #outlander #fergus fraser #faith fraser #outlander fic

[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

[theawkwardterrier]

All the Ways Home, epilogue

Between his home and Jenny's, there are photographs of nearly every Hogmanay of Jamie's life. He recalls quite a few of them too, although he isn't entirely sure which memory belongs to which age, blurred as they are with the happiness and excitement of the occasion. There's the flash of Willie's face caught through fluttering eyelashes as he placed a piece of shortbread on the cushion near Jamie's head where he'd dozed off long before midnight, and the feeling of warmth and safety even as his friends laughed and teased when they saw his parents kissing, his mother's hands cupping his father's face and the tight way he held her to him. There was the way his fingers slid, still careful but with growing comfort, between Claire's the first time she'd celebrated with them, and the wash of love, even hazed as it was with exhausted celebration, as he checked on a dreaming Faith or Brianna before finding sleep himself.

These memories take place on familiar ground: Lallybroch, as it had once been, for the earliest, then their house in the village, which later became Jenny and Ian's home. His sister has been a scrupulous hostess and maintainer of the traditions for years now, and so it is a complete shock when she suggests that he and Claire take over the job this year.

"Just this time," she says. "To celebrate yer first year wi' everything finished, and with yer family...Well, it'll be good to have all the extra space, after all."

"Just this time, then," he'd agreed, not mentioning the sentimental brush of tears beneath the sternness she was trying to sustain, but resting a hand on her shoulder and kissing her head anyway.

It is less of a shock when she continues to insert herself over the next months, including surprise reminders at the end of text conversations or between courses at Sunday dinner to buy several bottles more of whisky than they think they need and to select their first foot ahead of time (and make certain that he's still sober enough to do the job).

The latter, at least, Jamie feels he has well in hand. His father had often played the role in Jamie's childhood, or his godfather before he left for the States. There had been various dark-haired neighbors from Broch Mordha over the years, and Jamie still remembers meeting Fergus's eyes and seeing the true and tugging pride beneath the jaunty grin the first time his son had been given the honor as a teenager.

There is, however, only one choice for this year.

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#Outlander #Outlander fic #Jamie Fraser #William Ransom #Claire Fraser #Jamie/Claire #all the family!!

[jamiemackenziefraser]

Hey— remember me?? Remember my faerie Claire and her sweet-as-a-cinnamon-roll Jamie?? Well I just posted an epilogue to All That Was Fair that I’d written years ago. Here is one last glimpse into their happily ever after!

I told you never say never ;)

#outlander fic #outlander #all that was fair

[whorcruxes]

The Knight and the Dragon

Claire goes on a quest, seeking vengeance for her husband Jamie’s death.

AO3

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[labarboteuse]

Is anyone interested in an Outlander fanfiction ? It's quite hard to find here and I’m finally currently working on one (with our delightful William Ransom). If it works, I'm thinking of doing one also about Lord John.

Please tell me ! 🥰

#outlander #outlander imagine #william ransom #lord john grey #john grey #outlander fic #outlander fanfic

[treasurethelittlethings]

WHICH WILL IT BE — JAMIE X CLAIRE❤️

CHAPTER 8: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37252006/chapters/103253463

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[clairecrive]

lets say. shes a time traveller as well, and yes. maybe set when they return from france.

"A blessing in disguise" (Fergus Fraser x reader)

A/n: thank you for requesting! This somehow turned into a Fergus x reader. Hope you like it.

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"Just my damn luck," a girl's groan, "for fuck's sake, will you just move you piece of shit."

Walking through these woods, the last thing Jamie expected to hear was a girl's voice. And a colourful one at that. While he didn't understand every word, the tone was enough. Besides, Claire had used some of those once or twice.

"Hello?" he called trying to locate the poor lass.

"I'm here!" she exclaimed loudly but her voice came out strained. She must be stuck in some way, Jamie thought.

And sure enough, when he found her, the girl was laying on the floor constrained by a considerate piece of branch. Looks like it had fallen on her.

"Are you alright, lass?" He hurried to her side, trying to relieve her of the weight.

"Oh, yeah. Just laying here, having the time of my life," she huffed.

Jamie couldn't help but chuckle at her outburst. "Aye, should I leave you here then?"

"So funny, look I've pissed my pants." At this, Jamie stopped, arching a brow in confusion. What?

"Will you help me, please?" Putting aside his confusion for the moment, he took the branch in his hands and lifted it just so she was able to wiggle out from under it.

"Fucking finally!" Tossing her wild hair behind, she tried to stand on her feet. Unfortunately, the wood seemed to have pushed on one of her feet twisting it.

"Oh my god, of fucking course I have twisted my ankle. I must have been a bitch in another life to deserve this." She groaned looking at her foot. It was bent in the wrong way, Jamie had to admit.

While she was crouched on the floor holding her injured foot, Jamie took this as a chance to take her in. Her bizarre speech was matched by her unusual appearance. The clothes looked appropriate enough, but the coloured nails and the piece of metal swinging from her ears only cemented Jamie's suspicion further.

He didn't know how to help her though, so he thought it best to patch her up the best he could and bring her to Claire. Crouching down as well, he began to talk when a familiar voice came behind him along with the sound of hoots.

"Milord!" Fergus had the uncanny ability to show up just when Jamie needed him.

"Ah, here ye are lad. Come here," he gestured for him to dismount and come to him.

At the sound of the newcomer, the girl had curled even more on herself. Probably only now realising that she was alone in the middle of the woods, injured and surrounded by two men.

"Dinna fash lass, we mean you no harm." Jamie tried to reassure her but he could see that his words had little effect on her.

"Who are you?" Cradling her foot close to her, the girl regarded Jamie with a mix of suspicion and hope. She needed help, that much was clear, but she knew very well not to trust strange men. Especially in this century. Men here seemed to find girls fit only for one thing if they weren't a lady. And even then...

"I'm Fergus," the newcomer spoke at last and bent over the red haired man to offer her his hand, "pleasure to meet you." The girl shook his hand, which left Fergus a bit startled, but the obvious French accent left her confused. What were a Frenchman and a Scotsman doing together in the middle of the woods?

Almost as if he could read the question behind her eyes, Jamie said, "Fergus is my son. We were on our way to meet my wife when we heard your voice. My wife's a doctor, she'll know what to do with your foot if you want to come with us."

"A woman doctor?" The girl asked impressed and shocked. Women weren't allowed to study and work in this century, were they?

"Aye, Milady is an impressive woman, " the Frenchmen, Fergus, said. The girl looked back at him, really looked at him this time and damn. He was handsome. His face didn't have sharp features like his father, it was more feminine, more French.

Realizing she had been looking at him for too long, the girl cleared her throat and acted as if nothing had happened. Her blush, however, gave her away but neither Jamie nor Fergus said anything. Yes, they were gentlemen but this somehow didn't prevent Fergus to sport a smug smile nor Jamie an amused one.

"I bet she is," she acquiesced. "I thank you for your help, sir. I know what to do with my ankle but I'm afraid I need a doctor's assistance nonetheless."

"Is no problem at all, lass. My wife will be happy to look at yer foot," he smiled gently at her before standing up again. "Fergus lad, help the lady on her feet. Claire must be waiting for us."

The boy bent forward as if to pick her up but the girl stopped him. "Oh, no please there's no need. Just give me a hand, will you?" She shyly reached for his hand when he offered and together they managed to pull her up.

Once on her feet, or foot rather, she started wobbling and lost her balance, unused to standing only on one foot. "Allow me miss," Fergus went again to pick her up.

"How far to where his wife is waiting for you?" she asked breathless both for the strain and the pain and for Fergus's close presence.

"A bit, you can't possibly walk there, " he said motioning to his horse.

"Alright," she conceded knowing fully well that even 5 steps would be more than she could manage in this state. "You don't need to pick me up, though, I'm heavy. Just give me a hand to get up on the horse, I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to do even with two able feet."

"You've never been on a horse?" Fergus asked surprised while she hopped to his horse.

Ah, shit.

She had messed up. For an XVIII century man, it must have been impossible to fathom the idea of never having been on a horse. Not knowing what to say, she simply shook her shoulders abashed.

"Not to worry, ma belle fille, I'll help you." He promised, flashing her a charming smile that made her lose her balance again, much to her embarrassment.

"D'ye need a hand with the lass, Fergus?" Jamie, by now already on his horse, asked with a note of humour.

"Non," he threw a look at the red-haired man who simply nodded, "I can take care of her." He smiled at her and helped her up.

"Will you walk all the way?" She asked when she noticed that he hadn't joined her on the horse.

"It's not that far," he simply said gathering the horse's reins in his hand.

"Please, don't let me stop you. This is your horse. I'm grateful for your help but I do not wish to be a burden," she insisted, leaning over him.

"You're not a burden, miss. It's not proper for me to join you seeing as we're barely acquainted."

"Since when did the French care about what's proper?" she arched a brow, trying to hide her smile.

"Ah," he chuckled taken aback, "but we're not in France, no?"

"Even so, I do not share the English's prudery either."

"You're not English, eh, miss?"

"No, I'm not," she admitted, "and y/n will do."

"Y/n", he repeated almost as if he was trying it out. His French accent made your name sound exotic and oh my god, what is wrong with me?

"Now that we know each other's name, I'd say we're at least acquaintances, no?"

"Come on Fergus, listen to the lass, I'll wager she dinna mind your company," Jamie, who both y/n and Fergus had forgotten was even there, spoke acting as a deus ex machina.

"Oh god, he looks so cute when he blushes." That was the first thing y/n thought.

"No need to call me out like that," she mumbled under her breath as she scooted forward to create space for Fergus.

"What?" The red-haired man insisted. This man is having the time of his life, putting me on the spot.

"I asked what's your name, sir," she cleared her throat, sitting up straight.

"You can call me Jamie, lass." And with that, he urged his horse forward and trotted away with them following behind.

Part 2?

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[lady-o-ren]

JUST BETWEEN LOVERS

Ao3 link (HERE)

CHAPTER NINE

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

That particular verse of poetry would sometimes whisper into my ear when I'd find myself ridiculously happy, driving a stake of fear through my chest that only a kiss could quell.  

But sometimes I needed something a great deal more forceful to assure me that I wouldn't be swept away again and wake to a life deprived of love. 

Lucky for me, I knew someone who was more than up to the challenge. He thrived on it actually. 

//

"Aye, lemme hear ye, woman. Lemme hear ye scream," growled Jamie, as he slid his calloused fingers inside me and set me spectacularly aflame.

 . . .

My heart was pounding like thunder when I came to while Jamie chuckled with a ragged smugness against my all too tender flesh that had me squirming and swatting blindly at his head. The bastard only chuckled louder, holding my body still, as he dragged his rough stubbled cheek affectionately against my straining thighs with a fiendish persistence that had me trembling with anticipation. 

All was not over it seemed.

With what little breath I had to spare I smiled and reached for Jamie, looking smug and savage between my legs.

"You arse, come here."

With one last tantalizing kiss that made me gasp and tremble, Jamie heaved himself up over me where my head was thrown back against a pillow and draped by my sex wrecked curls.

"Ye're looking a bit winded there, mo nighean donn. Should I go easier on ye?" He grinned, eyes sparkling, and pinched the tip of my breast, now a rosy sore peak.

"I take it back. You're worse than an arse, Jamie Fraser. You're a bloody tease," I said, swatting at his massive chest between breaths, without an ounce of strength.

Jamie laughed and kissed my nose, my neck, where he'd bitten me earlier. The flushed skin tingling still. 

"Maybe so," he breathed along my ear," but I ken there's nothing ye like more than having yer wretch of a husband worship ye. And I'm doing a damn good job of it, aye, Sassenach?" I arched into his hand in answer, palming at my breast, and was just about to grab him by his gorgeous curls. Those lips of his just a kiss away . . .

"But if ye want me to stop . . ." Jamie pulled away, smirking down at me.

His amusement didn't last long though. 

I dug my fingers into the hard roped muscles of his arms holding him up and locked my legs around his hips, bringing his straining hot erection to the throbbing cradle between my thighs that made his eyes go to slits and mouth to part with a tortured moan. 

"I want you to get on with it," I panted, with a roll of my hips. 

"Ye're a cruel, bossy wee thing, Sassenach," Jamie rasped, rocking hard against me, making my vision blur with each jolt of pleasure.

"I can't help it. We never got to this part. I woke up too soon the last time," I whimpered, trying to capture his mouth, but succeeded in only nipping his scruffy chin between my hands. 

Jamie stopped moving, struggling to keep his wits from unraveling and hips from thrusting home.

 "Those dreams of yers again?" He asked, staring down at me with concern.

Dreams. Glimpses of another life. Whatever force that brought me to Jamie. I didn't question it anymore. But I wanted more than anything to chase the end of what was robbed from me over a year ago. 

"The kind that makes me scream and call you lord and master," I moaned, rubbing myself against him like a damn cat in heat. "Now stuff that big prick of yours inside me or I'll do it myself."

A gleam of wild desire darkened Jamie's eyes.

"Say that last part again," he growled, grabbing the plump fullness of my bottom to maneuver me to just the right angle.

"Make me." 

Jamie bit off an expletive and sucked in a short excited breath, seeing my breasts heave with breathy anticipation as I prepared myself to be punished into well-loved and fucked submission.

But then his expression warmed with sudden tenderness when he lowered his gaze and gently laid a loving hand against the tiny swell of my belly where our child was no bigger than the tip of their father's finger. 

"Weel, I've been told ye ought to indulge expectant mothers."

My hand covered his, daylight glinting off our wedding rings, and together we shared a joyful smile that bridged our hearts together. 

No, this wasn't another dream.

This, here with Jamie, and our child growing inside me, was blissfully real. 

#outlander #jamie x claire #outlander fanfic #outlander fic #jbl

[fraserstanclub]

approving all the lovely comments on ao3 yall really making me feel seen and loved coming out of fic writing retirement i love you guys so much

#fandom love #outlander #outlander fic #fic feedback #queue belong wi me sassenach

[pxnsneverland]

Autumn Roses | Young Ian x OC (part 1)

plot summary: As a half black half white slave in colonial North Carolina, Rose has struggled with her place in the world. After her mother's death in childbirth and finding out that the recently deceased River Run plantation master was her father, the mistress of River Run, Jocasta Cameron, took her in treating her as more of a daughter than a slave. Jocasta educated and raised Rose with no one outside the house ever being the wiser. But the arrival of Jocasta's nephew Jamie Fraser and his wife Clare threaten to turn Rose's world upside down especially when they bring along their bright haired, blue eyed nephew Ian Murray.

pairings: Young Ian x OC

fandom: Outlander

word count: 2286

warnings/notes: Hey guys! I've had this Outlander fan fiction idea for awhile and I finally put pen to paper so to speak. I hope you all enjoy it! And those of you that know me from my Elvis fan fiction, no worries. I'm still writing it and will be updating soon :) 

Chapter 1: The Fateful Meeting

               River Run was not a locale where one could expect to encounter a plethora of thrilling events. Each day followed a set routine, a carefully crafted plan. Each individual was aware of their designated position. All but myself, I presume. There wasn't much of a place for negros in North Carolina society. They were considered slaves or possessions by the affluent white individuals who possessed the financial means to acquire them. I, too, followed in the footsteps of my mother, as countless others have done before me. From the moment of my birth, I was thrust into the cruel and inhumane world of slavery. Yet, despite my lowly status, I was afforded a modicum of respect and deference that set me apart from my fellow slaves. The circumstances surrounding my birth were shrouded in mystery, as my mother had passed away during delivery. It was not until years later that I was able to uncover the identity of my father, and the reasons behind my unique position as a lighter-skinned slave who resided within the household rather than toiling in the fields alongside my peers. Upon the passing of Master Cameron, I was summoned by his wife, Jocasta Cameron, at the tender age of eight. It was then that she imparted upon me the knowledge of my origins - a child born of a man who wielded his power over his possessions. Devoid of any offspring to call her own, she developed a fondness for my company. From that moment forward, my status shifted from that of a mere slave to that of a ward, receiving a different kind of treatment. Under the veil of secrecy, within the confines of River Run's protective isolation, Mistress Cameron imparted upon me a wealth of knowledge and skills. She taught me the art of reading and writing, the importance of proper speech, the intricacies of chess, the melodies of the piano, and any other subject that she would have typically taught her own flesh and blood. Tears streamed down my face as I contemplated the plight of my brethren who toiled ceaselessly in the fields and within the confines of the main house. For I, too, was akin to them - a mere possession adorned with precious jewels. In due course, I succumbed to the monotony of everyday life, much like the masses. However, my place left much to be desired, and the apprehension of never discovering my rightful place consumed me, as if such a haven was merely a figment of my imagination.   

On a stunning autumn day, I made the decision to settle beneath the grand oak tree in my front yard. With a book in hand, I whiled away the hours in peaceful solitude. Mistress Cameron sat on the porch, accompanied by her attendant Ulysses. He was a slave who assisted her in all her endeavors, given her blindness. Despite residing in the house slave quarters, he was treated almost as well as I. However, I had been granted my own room years ago, located in a separate wing of the house, far from any visitors who might chance upon it. I sensed the unwavering gaze of Mistress Cameron upon me, despite her lack of visual confirmation. Her admiration for me was so profound that I made every effort to avoid disappointing her. With my head bowed and my lips sealed, I remained hidden as instructed. The stakes were high, for if anyone were to discover that Mistress Cameron was imparting her knowledge upon me and treating me with her customary kindness, both she and I would face certain death.

            The day was a delight, with the gentle autumn breeze causing small ripples to form along the river nearby. The season of autumn had always held a special place in my heart. The leaves underwent a stunning transformation, displaying a vibrant array of colors. The fruits of one's labor were bountifully harvested. Perhaps I could have continued to relish the moment, were it not for the gradual approach of a boat traversing the river, its sound growing ever louder. With haste, I rose from my spot and sought refuge behind the towering tree, ensuring that I remained concealed from the body of water. The boat glided past me before coming to a halt just a stone's throw away from the walkway leading up to the house. I cautiously poked my head out, curious to catch a glimpse of the unexpected visitor. Anticipating the arrival of esteemed guests at River Run, I envisioned the likes of the governor, a soldier, or a lord, among the customary high-ranking individuals who graced us with their presence. In lieu of that, my gaze fell upon a towering, robust Scottish gentleman in the prime of his life, boasting locks of hair so fiery that they appeared to ignite in the sun's rays. He gallantly assisted a slender woman, who appeared to be slightly senior to him, in disembarking from the vessel. Her hair, pinned to the back of her head, was almost as curly as mine. Her skin was as pure as freshly fallen snow, unmarred by any imperfections, unlike that of so many other women. As she emerged from the boat, her gracefulness was striking.

Mistress Jocasta had risen from her seat, bringing Ulysses along with her. She now stood before them, a smile adorning her countenance. “Jamie. Welcome to River Run.”

            Jamie respectfully nodded his head. “Auntie Jocasta.” With a gallant gesture, he removed his hat and bestowed upon her a graceful bow.

            With open arms, Mistress Jocasta welcomed him into her embrace. Accepting her invitation, he embraced her tightly, conveying through the hug the length of time that had passed since their last meeting. “Blessed be,” she whispered softly, “You’ve grown to be a giant. That’ll be the Mackenzie blood flowing through ye.”

            A soft smile graced Jamie's lips. “I was no more than a bairn when you last saw me. Had nowhere to go but up.”

            So, the individual in question was Jamie. Mistress Cameron had devoted considerable time to recounting to me the tales of her family's history in Scotland and her formative years. Jamie, the youngest son of her sister Ellen, had been a name that had reached my ears. Mistress Cameron spoke of him in a manner akin to how she conversed with Ulysses about me, as if he were her very own offspring. Finally, I had the pleasure of putting a face to the name.

             “I recall ye had a most gorgeous heid of red hair,” she remarked, “Oh, how yer mother adored you.”

            “She adored you as well. Always spoke of you wi’ love.”

            “I miss her still.”

            “As do I,” he replied. Jamie hesitated for a moment before proceeding, “Ah, Auntie, may I present my wife Claire?”

            With a confident stride, Claire advanced towards Mistress Cameron, who lowered her head in deference. A smile appeared on Claire's lips. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Cameron.” Her English heritage piqued my interest slightly. The union of a Scotsman and an English woman was a rare sight indeed.

            “Oh, I hope you’ll call me Auntie, dear. We are kin after all.”

            “Of course,” Claire replied with a soft chuckle, “Auntie it is then.”

            “It’s lovely to meet you, Claire.” Mistress Cameron enveloped her upper arms with a warm embrace.

All of a sudden, a boy emerged and began to make his way up the path, catching my attention as I had not previously noticed his presence on the boat. He appeared to be no older than myself, perhaps even the same age of 16. With his lengthy blonde locks neatly tied back, his complexion, which was of a light hue, glistened with perspiration from diligently transferring their possessions from the vessel. With a wide and sincere grin, he drew near. The sight of that smile was enough to elicit a reciprocal grin from anyone who caught a glimpse of it. His striking good looks caused my heart to flutter uncontrollably, and I desperately willed it to cease its erratic beating.

            Ian. His name perfectly complemented his countenance - unassuming and charming.

            Ian clutched a bushel of wildflowers in his hands. “I’m very pleased to meet ye, Great-Aunt Jocasta.” He extended the bouquet of flowers towards her.

            “Ye’re welcome, lad.” You are most welcome, young man. I realized when she didn't take the flowers that Ian probably didn't realize she was blind. After all, he had never laid eyes on her.

            Ulysses came to the rescue, his voice a soft whisper in Mistress Cameron's ear as he spoke of the flowers that Ian had presented to her. As the realization dawned on her, her eyes widened with a sudden spark of understanding. Without hesitation, she reached out and took hold of the bushel, her fingers curling around it with a sense of purpose. “Thank you kindly, Ian. Forgive me. It is a long time since my sight had left me, though I still see shapes and shadows.”

            “I’m sorry to hear, Great-Auntie.” His countenance reflected the genuine distress he felt upon receiving the news. His kindness was palpable.

            “Oh, fear not, lad. It has been a blessing. I am now gifted with hearing that would be the envy of many a gossip, and the ability to sent truth from lies, if ye catch my meanin’.” His face lit up with a smile. Mistress Cameron spoke the truth. Throughout the duration of our acquaintance, she had consistently refused to regard her lack of sight as a hindrance. She navigated her surroundings with remarkable ease, almost as if she possessed perfect vision. Ulysses, her trusted companion, provided only sporadic assistance. I held great admiration for her actions. In that moment, a canine hastily approached Ian, positioning itself by his side with an uncontainable wag of its tail. With a joyful bark, he bid farewell to Mistress Jocasta and sprang off into the distance. “Oh goodness. Who have we there? Another acquaintance to be made.”

            With a quick movement of the eyes, Jamie stole a glance at Ian. “Young Ian’s…mongrel, Rollo. Take hold of your beast, lad.”

            With a nod, Ian chased after Rollo. No matter how hard he attempted to seize him, the dog darted beyond his grasp. A chuckle escaped my lips as I observed the comical sight of their cat-and-mouse game. Lost in my own amusement, I remained oblivious to Rollo's presence until he gently nudged the hem of my skirt from behind the tree. With a grin adorning his face, he patiently awaited my reaction. However, I found myself unable to respond. As Ian drew near, my heart nearly ceased beating, until he finally caught up to Rollo. “Rollo, you mangy beast, you can’t just go running off on Great-Auntie’s land.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze, his blue eyes widening as if he had just seen a ghost. Despite his pleasant demeanor towards Mistress Jocasta, I couldn't help but feel apprehensive about the potential harm he could inflict upon me. With a swift kick, I sent the book I had been engrossed in hurtling behind me, out of sight.

A lump had formed in my throat, impeding my breathing. Nonetheless, I persevered and managed to bow to him, my gaze fixed on the ground. “I’m sorry, Master Murray. I dinna mean to have any association with yer pet. Please forgive me.” At no other moment had I been as cognizant of the Scottish lilt that had been adopted from Mistress Cameron as I was presently.

Ian remained silent, leaving me on edge. I braced myself for any possible outcome, whether it be a physical altercation or an attack from his canine companion. My jaw tightened in anticipation. With a look of astonishment in his gaze, he uttered, “Ye’re the bonniest lass I’ve ever seen.”

My gaze was irresistibly drawn upwards, away from the ground. “What?”

Ian shook his head, as if to snap out of the current stream of consciousness that had been occupying his mind. “I’m sorry. I shouldna have been so forward. I’m Ian, Ian Murray.” In a swift motion, he grasped my hand and pressed his lips upon it with the grace of a chivalrous protagonist from a timeless tale. He bestowed upon me one of those smiles that had the power to make my heart flutter even from a distance. But now, as he stood before me, my heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

            As I was preparing to respond to him, my attention was diverted by the sound of my name being called out, “Rose!”

            With haste, I withdrew my hand from Ian's grip as Mistress Jocasta, accompanied by Jamie, Claire, and Ulysses, approached our vicinity. Mistress Jocasta's countenance betrayed a hint of displeasure, yet it was overshadowed by an air of apprehension. “I thought I told you to stay out of sight when we have company.”

            With a subtle movement, I placed my hands behind my back. “I was, Mistress Cameron, but Rollo…he found me…”

            “It was my fault, Great-Anutie,” Ian interjected, “I should have caught up wit’ Rollo before he went sniffin’ around.”

            Her fingers tightened around his shoulder. “It’s alright, lad.” A deep sigh escaped her lips. “We should all go inside. If you all are going to stay here awhile and since ye’re family, there are some things ye must know. I hope ye’ll keep an open mind.” Thus, we trailed after her as she led the way towards the main house. Ian strode alongside me, even though his legs surpassed mine in length. Every now and then, he cast a fleeting glance my way, but I refrained from reciprocating.

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[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Soften Every Edge - "Second"

December in their small corner of France was never quite so biting and brusque as a Scottish winter, but the days grew shorter and the temperatures dipped low just the same, and Jamie was loath to leave Claire and their warm bed each still-dark morning to see to the chores. The rhythm of a farm life was the same in that way too as it was at Lallybroch.

He had finished tending to the horses and had moved on to his recent project in the light of late morning when he heard Claire’s careful tread entering the barn. He glanced over his shoulder to see what had brought her out here, but there was no urgency in her steps or concern lining her expression, so he relaxed a bit. Perhaps she had a patient to visit. “D’ye need Atlas saddled?”

“No,” she said simply, and he turned back to his work, certain she would tell him her reason for being here if she wished to. And then he felt her arms slip around him from behind, her body pressing into his.

“Came to see you.”

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[lara-frasers]

A fight for love and glory

Chapter 8: No Faith

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[theawkwardterrier]

All the Ways Home, chapter 13

The theme of his summer, Will reflects, seems to be that you don't know what you have until it's gone.

He hadn’t truly understood the simple certainty that he’d had just being William Ransom, going about his life being raised by his grandparents, knowing unquestioningly who his friends would be and where he would go on holiday and that his future was in the law, until he found the name James Fraser in Aunt Isobel's letter. He didn't recognize how much comfort he'd actually gained at Lallybroch until he finds himself unable to face the people here anymore, until the prospect of returning to the routines he's formed since he arrived seems impossible and even the person he'd thought he was feels like a lie — someone he can never return to being because he never truly existed.

He didn't recognize how much he wants to stay until he tried to go.

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[rhaenella]

As Luck Would Have It – Stephen Bonnet x Brianna Fraser

└▸ Summary: Brianna just broke up with Roger and she finds herself drinking alone, in a crowded pub on St. Patrick’s Day, trying to drown her sorrows in solitude. But when a downright creep starts harassing Brianna and won’t seem to leave her alone, a charming Irish stranger comes to her rescue. ❦

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[frasers-of-my-heart]

Castle Leoch Jamie POV today for Wednesday100 🥰

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Jamie laid on his back in the hay and closed his eyes, picturing Claire’s face as he crossed the hall to Colum. He thought about her whisky eyes catching his own as he made his decision to take the girl’s punishment. He’s not sure he would have done it if he hadn’t seen her at that moment.

He wanted nothing more than to stand out to her. Well, that wasn’t honest—he wanted her, and knew he’d have a visit from her to look forward to after. He thought of being close to her now and started to feel a twitch…

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