#this one is hers

[renee-writer]

Loved Her First Chapter 1 The Stones

A/N @omgbarbiegurl came up with this brilliant idea. As she didn't wish to tackle it alone, I offered to write it with her. We are doing alternate chapters. This one is hers. 💙💙💙

AO3

Claire cuddled Faith closer to her as Jamie galloped down the road. 

She was so confused as to where they were going, Lallybroch was back the other way, she thought. 

Her confusion turned to fear when the sight of Craigh na Dun. He got off the horse, and helped her down. 

She shook her head and tried to run from him, but he held her arm firmly. 

“Ye must go Sassenach, this world is done, the battle already lost. Ye ken it.” 

“No!” 

At her shout, Faith starts to cry, Jamie takes her into his arms. “Shhh caileag bheag bhòidheach.” 

Claire didn’t brush away the tears that were falling. 

“At the witch trial at Cranesmuir; if I’d gone to the stake with Geillis, would you have left me?” 

Jamie rocked Faith side to side, she was starting to quiet now. 

“I would have gone to the stake with you, and to hell and beyond, if it had come to that.” He gave her his sweet half smile. “But I wasn’t carrying your child.” 

Claire felt her face fall. “You can’t tell that. It’s much too soon.” 

He moved closer to her, putting Faith into her limp arms. She tightened her grip on the baby, still in shock. 

“Sassenach, ye haven’t been a day late in your courses in all the time since ye first took me to yer bed. It’s been two months now.” 

“We are in the middle of a bloody fucking war, and you kept track?!” 

He pressed a kiss to her lips, and then to Faith’s head. 

“She, and this bairn is all that will be left of me...ever. I beg ye, Claire…”

“No, please Jamie, no.” 

She looks down at Faith’s red head. Her sweet little girl, born so early. She was so sure she would die, but between Mother Hildergard and Master Raymond, she lived. A precious gift to both of her parents. 

And now she was expected to take this precious thing that she shared with Jamie, and play happy family with Frank. 

“And how shall I explain all this...when I get back?” She sways Faith a little. 

“To Frank? That I leave to you. Tell him what you will about me. About us. It’s likely he’ll no want to hear. But if he does; tell him I’m grateful, tell him I trust him, and tell him I hate him to the marrow of his bones!” 

“Jamie, come with us!” 

“I canna come Sassenach, ye know this. My destiny is on the moor.” 

He pressed his lips to hers and then to Faith’s head. 

“Blood of my Blood.” 

Claire fought back her tears. “Bone of my Bone.” 

He reaches into his Sporran and pulls out a ring. “Give this to Bairn, when he is old enough.” 

“I’ll name him Brian, for your Father.” 

He gave her a small smile and tapped Faith’s cheek, making her giggle. 

“Young Miss, this is for ye.” 

He pulls out a gold locket with a diamond. Inside is a miniature of a Baby Jamie.

“Yer Grandmother Ellen painted this. It is a family legacy Faith Elizabeth, carry it well.” 

He places it around her neck and kisses her cheek. 

There is a distant echo of Cannon Fire. Jamie looks out over the hills, knowingly. 

“It has started, it is time for you two to go.” 

Claire sobbed as she pushed her backwards, Faith was starting to cry now, confused. 

“I love you, Jamie.”

“And I you.” 

And then they were gone. 

Claire woke up at the foot of the stones, clutching a crying Faith. Her 18th century garments were bedraggled and filthy, but they were both alive and whole. 

She hoped the 3rd member of their party was as well. 

She set Faith down for a moment to get to her feet, but baby completely fell to pieces, clutching her mother’s skirt, screaming at the top of her lungs, which made it impossible for Claire to get to her feet. 

“Faith! You have to calm down my love. Everything is fine!” 

For an almost 3-year-old, the baby had a grip like an adult. 

“Faith Elizabeth Fraser! You let go of me right now.” 

The firmness in her Mother’s voice made her start, and she really started to howl. 

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ!” Tears started to fall from her eyes as she joined Faith in sobbing.

“Ma’am? Are ye alright?” 

She started at a male’s voice, half expecting it to be Jamie, but it was a just a man in a derby hat. 

She wrenched Faith off of her skirt, and marched over to the man. 

“What...year is this?” 

“The year?” 

“Tell me the fucking year!” 

“Why it’s... nineteen hundred and forty-eight.” 

Claire sobbed as she collapsed into the man’s arms. 

The man calls an ambulance, and Claire and Faith are taken to the hospital. 

They are both declared healthy, if not a little dehydrated and malnourished. 

Claire is given a sedative as she gets hysterical when they ask her where she has been, and even more so when they try to take Faith from her. 

In the end, they give her a sedative and put the baby in a cot in the same room. 

And of course, they called Frank. 

Because clearly, a woman couldn’t take a piss without needing a man around. 

No, no, she needed to change her attitude. Jamie was gone, Scotland had lost Culloden; he was dust in his grave now. 

She only had herself, Faith, and the new baby.

She stroked her belly gently and sighed softly as the matronly nurse swung into the room. 

“Breakfast for ye Mrs. Randall! Your husband is on the way.” 

“Fabulous.” 

Faith stirred in her cot and sat up, her red hair was fluffy and curled like a halo, she looked so much like Jamie, she wanted to cry. 

But instead, she smiled at the nurse. 

“Can you hand her to me so I can share my breakfast with her?” 

“Of course.” 

The nurse set Faith on the bed with her. Claire fed her bits of food, until Frank arrived. 

He stared at her for a moment, and then at Faith who was looking at him with wide blue eyes. 

“I-”

“Frank, I know you have just arrived, But I have a favor to ask of you.  It’s a long story, and I’ll try to

relate it all exactly as it happened. Please let me tell it at my own pace and keep any questions until the end.” 

He nodded and Claire took a deep breath. 

“You’ll remember that I had gone back to Craigh na Dun that day looking for a flower I’d seen near the standing stones…” 

She recounted everything. Slowly, painfully, and cathartically. 

She held Faith tighter during the story of her birth, and sobbed into her hair when she talked about the last day with Jamie. The baby fell asleep as she got to Culloden. 

“And then the man brought me here, I was hysterical until they gave me a sedative.” 

Frank said nothing for a long moment, and then he cleared his throat. “And did this Jamie believe you, when you told him you were from the future.” 

“Yes.” 

“Then I can as well.” 

“There is something else that may cause you to rethink that.” 

“What?” 

“I’m pregnant.” 

She can see the brief look of incandescent joy on his face, and then complete and utter heartbreak.  

“If this is not going to work for you, or you can’t reconcile yourself with it, tell me now so I can make other arrangements.” 

“What arrangements?” 

“Housing and money. I still have my inheritance from my parents and Uncle Lamb.” 

Frank puffed out a breath. 

“I was offered a position at Harvard, I wasn’t going to take it. However, with these circumstances, I feel we should. I can accept this Claire, Faith and this new child.”

“Just like that? We just... pick up where we left off?

“No, we can start over in Boston. Leave everything behind.” 

Claire looked down at Faith and nodded. “I suppose we could try. But I am sure you have conditions.” 

He nods. “One, We shall raise the children as our own. Ours. Yours and mine.” 

“In a lie.” She said softly. 

“Raised with a father. A living, breathing, man -- not an echo of a memory they can never catch.”

She nodded. “And the second?” 

“I cannot share you with another man while I draw breath on this earth. No research. No searching through the libraries of the world hoping to find some reference to him or the lives you once led. You must let Jamie go.” 

She hesitated only for a moment, before she nodded. 

“I can agree to that.” 

He smiled and kissed her hand lightly. 

“Reverend Wakefield has been kind enough to invite us to the Manses for you and…Faith to recover. After you two are steadier, we shall go to Boston.” 

Claire gave him a faint smile. 

“To Boston.” 

#my writing #omgbarbiegurl and I's #we are writing alternate chapters. #this one is hers #outlander fanfic #loved her first #the stones #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

#dungeon meshi #falin touden #marcille donato #farcille #I always loved how chapter 27 ends with them both so bloody and 28 starts with them in the bath. #not just because of how iconic the bathtub moment is but because you know they had to scrap off so much gore first. #I think everyone in the party took a very long and methodical bath but Falin was basically *all* blood*. #Being covered in blood is one of those 'just girly things' that women deserve to stop being shamed about. #I just don't think Chilchuck is progressive enough. He probably made them take a bath first B*/ #Okay jestering aside I want to just highlight - #The magnitude of Marcille's joy at seeing her dearest friend again! Of holding her and sharing her presence in the same room! #Something about this reunion feels like a beautiful dream you are afraid of waking up from...

[calamitys-child]

What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas

#other good ones are crocuses and lilacs #one time I was ill and depressed and my mum brought me a lil milk bottle full of fresh cut sweet peas from her garden 💖 #i like that theyre colourful and i like climbing plants and they smell amazing #posts brought to you by me going to the park on my lunch break just to see all the crocuses

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

#your brother is a vampire. he's sitting across the table from you chatting with your mother about her day #and he's dead and he's gone and he's never coming back. #he laughs the same and he talks the same but his arm is cold when he grabs you in a headlock and your dog won't be in the same room with hi #he'll still hang around watching TV with you and give you wedgies and make stupid jokes #but you can't tell him about the bullies at school anymore because this thing with your brother's face will just find them and kill them. #and not even stupid fucking Jason deserves what the monster in your dead brother's skin would do to him. #your brother is dead and lost and right there in arm's reach and gone forever with no hope of ever getting him back. #i'm sure there are corollaries to be written about like ghosts and zombies but this is the one i'm personally hung up on recently

[moncuries]

guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)

#hee hee #it was cute #(disclaimer i do not subscribe to d+ so my dollar was not going there iykyk) #pjo #percy jackson #grover underwood #annabeth chase #my art #fanart #hoo #i had to take silly pics of myself 2 get percys arm hand thing right #and then just cropped it bc yea #i almost gave annabeth the hair i did in the last one but i thought #why do i feel compelled to change her hair to fit the old image i had from the books and not the others #and i drew her actual hair from the show #and it looks sm better

[dazzlerazz]

You should draw that girl with missing teeth. You should draw that girl with a crooked nose. You should draw that girl with a double chin. You should draw that girl with fat on her body. You should draw that girl with a buzz cut. You should draw that girl with large eyebrows. You should draw that girl with a lazy eye. You should draw that girl with large nostrils. You should draw that girl smiling with gums. You should draw that girl with body hair. It's enrichment for her, treat her right

#art stuff #those who were here for thorne raise your had #and the one pic I posted of her ages ago

[steveharrington]

i think ultimately the core of what irritates me about the t swift craze is that she’s constantly getting props for things that … literally aren’t true. people act like she’s self made, she is not. people act like she’s a social activist, she is not. people act like she’s constantly going to great lengths to uplift other women, she is not. like if people were just like yeah i love her music :) then okay! but it’s the constanttttt applause and praise and worshipping for things that are just patently false that really makes me feel insane

#it would be like. if someone was like ‘we LOVE phoebe bridgers and how she saves puppies from house fires’ #then you google it and it’s just like one pic of her holding a dog from 4 years ago

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

#My art #One Piece #Nico Robin #Sir Crocodile #Y'all the OP brainrot is BAD #According to an SBS Crocodile would absolutely spoil his child rotten if he had one. *We all know how Robin's childhood went* #Scary mofo who does not know how to parent a child but boy does he have the spirit + Child who has never had proper parent in her life #They'd make. An absolute disaster of a duo. This AU concept is so fucking funny to me okay #But also sad because I would fucking die for baby Robin she deserves the fucking world #This poor girl has never been spoiled in her entire life AND NOW PAPADILE IS HERE TO SPOIL HER #You know it's funny. I know 11 yo Robin should LOOK older than 8 year old Robin. But Crocodile is a fucking giant so she's still baby sized #Also I just had too much fun drawing Robin looking as pathetic as humanly possible lmao #She's a like a wet kitten in the rain 😭

[rongzhi]

English added by me :)

#ok back to douyins lol #douyin #video #tiktok #she's got good taste tho if these are actually all her outfits #they did one where she wore his outfits but they were all just madden like boo wear her clothes dude #阿丹叔叔

[fandomsandfeminism]

Yall wanna hear a kinda funny, kinda sad story about my grandmother and hetero-normativity?

Ok, so... when my grandmother was in her 50s (I was an infant), she met a woman at the Unitarian Church. And, as can happen when you meet your soul mate, this event made it impossible for her to deny parts of herself that she had fiercely hidden her whole life.

All the drama- their affair being found out, the divorce with my grandfather, the court battle over who got the house, happened while I was a baby. Even in my earliest memories, it's just Mama Jo and Oma, and my grandfather lived elsewhere (first his own apartment, then a nursing home, then with us.)

But here's the thing- no one ever explained any of this to me. No one ever sat down and was like "hey, Rosie, so do you know what a lesbian is?" It was the 90s. It was Texas. I think my mom was still kinda processing all this, and just assumed that like... I was gonna figure it out. Don't mention it, let it just be normal. Like I think my mom thought that if she explained the situation, she would be making it weird? I dunno.

But like. In the 90s, in all the movies I had seen and books I had read, do you know how many same sex couples I had seen? Like. 0. Do you know how many "platonic best friend/roommates" I had seen? A lot. I had no context, is what I'm saying.

I literally thought this was a Golden Girls, roommates, besties situation until I was like...I dunno, 11? 12?

It was actually their parrot, an African Grey named Spike, imitating my grandmothers voice saying "Johanna, honey, it's getting late", that triggered the MIND BLOWN moment as I realized that *there's only one master bedroom and it only has 1 waterbed* when all the pieces finally clicked.

Anyway. I think it's a real important thing for kids to know queer people exist, for a lot of reasons, but also because kids can be clueless and it's embarrassing to have your grandmother be outted by a parrot because everyone just thought you'd figure it out on your own.

Anyway, here is my grandma and her wife, my Oma, after they moved to Albuquerque to be artsy gay cowboys and live their best life. They helped run a "Lesbian Dude Ranch" out there (basically just with funding and financial support. As Oma has explained "traditionally, most lesbians don't have a lot of money" so they wrote the checks and let the younger ladies actually run the ranch.)

#this is the grandmother who passed away unexpectedly earlier this month #she was so cool yall #and so weird #they got married twice by the way once when Massachusetts legalized it and once when New Mexico did #they hiked the grand canyon together #they had a european river cruise planned for this fall #she was 89 and she wanted to see the whole world with her wife #and they were working on it #literally i thought they were roommates #and there was only one bed

[bixels]

There's no such thing as overpreparing for love.

Happy (late) Rarijack Valentine's.

#mlp #rarity #applejack #rarijack #my art #fanart #comic #the grand galloping 20s #bonbon #rose #my little pony #aj is 100% the type to overthink/overdo things especially for people she cares about #panics because she starts second guessing her valentines plans for rarity so she buys out the entire flower boutique cuz she can't remember #her favorite flower. “ten boxes of chocolates is better than one right???” meanwhile rarity gives extremely thoughtful handmade gifts

[ifartconfetti]

Hello neurodivergent people. I was wondering if I'm just weird or it is common to not being able to learn certain motoric skills at the same time as my peers and learned them MUCH later

#poll #a friend of mine only learned to ride her bike in her 20s #i didnt manage to snap my fingers until i was like 18 #i still cant reliably whistle or swim #i was a latebloomer with almost everything that involves having to copy someones physical movement #pretty sure i was the last one to learn to tie my shoes in kindergarten #oops i forgot the option for 'nope' sorry lmao

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

#dungeon meshi #kabru #laios touden #falin touden #Happy Thistle Thursday once again. Have I been holding on to this comic for several weeks? Sure have! #I forgot how long it takes for Chimera Falin to come into play. #I still really love my 'better drawn' art of her - unfortunately it was several weeks too early for the anime only folks. #Slowly getting the hang of drawing Laios. I don't know why I struggle so much but I am getting...somewhere. #Meta time: God damn I love how the chimera shows off the expertise and gap between Kabru and Laios. #The truth is: they are both *right* and they are both *wrong*. #This creature is a combination of monster and human and they only have the skillset to deal with one of those. #Kabru goes for all the human vitals - but she isn't human. #Laios tries to approach her as a monster and is struck down by the humanity he sees in her. #She is something new that defies what they *both* understand about the world. And that makes her such a perfect antagonist. #The damsel was the dragon all along! #...She is really so cute though. Terrifying! But adorable. I am so excited to see the boom of fanart for her.

[lackadaisycal-art]

I'm getting so sick of major female characters in historical media being incredibly feisty, outspoken and public defenders of women's rights with little to no realistic repercussions. Yes it feels like pandering, yes it's unrealistic and takes me out of the story, yes the dialogue almost always rings false - but beyond all that I think it does such a disservice to the women who lived during those periods. I'm not embarrassed of the women in history who didn't use every chance they had to Stick It To The Man. I'm not ashamed of women who were resigned to or enjoyed their lot in life. They weren't letting the side down by not having and representing modern gender ideals. It says a lot about how you view average ordinary women if the idea of one of your main characters behaving like one makes them seem lame and uninteresting to you.

#feminism #media criticism #this doesn't apply to media with large casts of female characters where one or the other is uncommonly outspoken or ahead of her time #and it is dealt with realistically in the setting #im not saying women in the past couldnt be wild and headtsrong and revolutionary #i just think treating it as an essential whenever a female love interest gets added to a historical story about some man is wearing

[punkitt-is-here]

the gang gets snacks

#horsecomix #mlp #mlp:fim #my little pony #applejack #twilight sparkle #rarity #pinkie pie #rainbow dash #fluttershy #my posts #my art #my girlfriend helped color this!!! :D #pinkie is one of my faves to draw because i can just :3 her all day #also hehe there's a cameo in this one

[xshinina]

*Married life playing in the background

This idea was probably funnier in my head

#sansmaeda #sansmaeda wedding #undertale #danganronpa #nagito komaeda #sans undertale #meme post #I swear there's a reason why not everyone attended in nagito's side #no one wanted to go in the first place #sdr2 #fanart #so for the record: #Ibuki DID attend but could't stay put for 5 minutes so she got bored and left #Teruteru is still pretty angry and bitter at Nagito #Hiyoko couldn't care less and thought it was gross #Akane saw no reason to go since her main source of food wouldn't go (Teruteru) #And spoiler alert but Chiaki's fucking dead lmao #she would've gone tho #probably #Also pretend nagito's using really good foundation on his hand cuz I totally forgot about his metal arm