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Jamie: Quick, Mrs. Beauchamp, take my hand! Claire: Now what? Jamie: Nothing. I just wanted to hold hands.
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xradiant · 5 months
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"You know this could get us killed, don't you?" @handywolfman
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"I think everything we do could get us killed." He answered simply, regarding the other closely. He had done so much during this war that should have left him a corpse in one of those Redcoat prisons. He had very nearly died under the hands of Black Jack Randall. "But when it means something this big - why not take the chance?"
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fraserstanclub · 18 days
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WIP Wednesday
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I think I should be doing this so that I keep myself accountable for writing on a regular basis. It is my dream, after all, to become a full time published author 😊
Exceprt from Sutures Ch. 9: Rumors, Part 2 [SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN'T READ CH 8]
Alice put on what Jamie could only describe as a “thinking face.” After a few seconds, she answered, “oh aye! He kept saying something about horrible headaches and gripping pains in the belly. He would be sitting at the supper table and seem to struggle with holding a fork, as if he’d never been civilized before!” Jamie was watching both Alice as she talked, and Claire as she listened. He watched Claire’s face change with some kind of revelation the more Alice went on about Obediah’s last days on earth. “What could all this mean?” Alice finished with a heartbreaking sob, and Jamie fished a wee square out of his pocket to hand to her. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose before trying to give it back to him. He waved a hand in refusal, indicating that she was welcome to keep it.
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Beside the Seaside: Ch 12
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Chapter 12
The sun rose on the morning of Claire and Jamie’s wedding completely shrouded by dark gray clouds that warned of rain.
“Dinna fash yerself if it does rain, lass,” Claire heard Ellen Fraser speak up from behind her, “it’s good luck if it does.” Claire was not usually one for silly superstitions, but the first thought that came to mind was that on the day she married Frank, it had been a beautifully sunny day…
“I’m not worried,” she promised, turning from the window in her room — the last day that it could be considered as such. “It’s not as though a little rain will make much of a difference anyhow; it’s a short drive to the registrar office in town.” She hoped she said the words without any hint of dismay. They couldn’t get married in a church on account of her divorce, and while that hadn’t really mattered to Claire, she knew Jamie’s faith was deeply important to him. And she wondered, not for the first time, what Jamie’s mother must’ve thought of all this; in the short time that she’d known the woman, Ellen Fraser had proved exceptionally hard to read. That’s where Jamie gets it from, she thought.
The door to Claire’s room opened then, and Faith swung it shut promptly behind her, appearing a little out of breath. “I didnae let anyone see me,” she said in a rush.
“What?”
“It’s bad luck,” Faith explained.
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The Gloaming - Chapter 6 preview 🏰
Ch 6: Madame Beauchamp
Feeling at a loose end after supper that evening Jamie made his way to the library. As Joe had promised, the library at Wolverton Hall was indeed an extensive one and having finished re-reading his favourite book Robinson Crusoe, Jamie was looking for something new to discover. Access to reading materials at the workhouse had been quite limited (even more so at the blacksmith’s) and he relished being able to wander the shelves and choose from vast numbers of books on a myriad of different topics. He ran a finger along the leather-bound spines as he considered his options before pulling out Candide by Voltaire and began thumbing through.
“I didn’t know you spoke French, Mr Fraser?”
The tips of his ears pinking, Jamie whirled around to see Lady Randall standing not two feet away. If she was annoyed to find someone interrupting the solitude of her library she didn’t show it. In fact, she looked decidedly pleased to see him. Eyes sparkling in the lamplight, she motioned to the book in his hands with a smile.
“I confess my French isn’t much. I’ve been trying to teach myself but when one has to stop every fourth word to look it up its meaning in the dictionary I’m afraid it’s rather slow going”
Jamie was silent a moment, unused to this convivial tone from her. It was completely unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome.
“My father taught me, I think he’d planned for me to attend university in France one day”
“Your father was French?”
With a tone of of mock-outrage at the suggestion, Jamie explained that his father Brian had been Scots through-and-through but that he - like Jamie, was something of a polyglot. In addition to French and English, they also spoke Gàidhlig in his childhood home.
“Well I shall know who to come to next time I find a passage en français I can’t make heads nor tails of then”
She smiled again, revealing straight white teeth. As he took her in, Jamie swallowed, trying not to let his surprise show too much. Gone was the closed-off stance of their first meeting, replaced with a welcoming expression that he suddenly realised he’d been craving for weeks. Dare he push his luck and attempt to continue their conversation? Reasoning he might not get this chance again, he decided to press on.
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dreamerofmidnight · 4 years
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weloveperioddrama · 7 years
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Jamie Fraser + hair & smile appreciation (requested by @ellie-williams)
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“That amount of time doesn’t exist”
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catsandcoffeebycc · 4 years
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Outlander, Season 5
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dreamerwithapen1 · 4 years
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Jamie Fraser + Nicolette Ambroise
time, curious time
gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
were there clues I didn’t see?
time, mystical time
cutting me open, then healing me fine
were there clues I didn’t see?
~invisible string (taylor swift)
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alannadale · 7 years
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“For I have lied, killed, stolen, betrayed… and broken trust. But when I stand before God, I’ll have one thing to say to weigh against all the rest. Lord, you gave me a rare woman. And, God, I loved her well.”
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Jamie: So, erm, I’m-I’m a virgin.
Claire: Oh, that’s fine. We don't have to...
Jamie: Oh no, no, no, we’re definitely having sex. I’m just saying I can’t do tricks, you know?
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xradiant · 6 months
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There was no way at all that he was going to be complaining when it came to having her. She was everything all at once, every ounce of feeling inside of him that mattered. He loved her as though she were the better parts of the world and remained the only thing left that mattered. He could walk through an eternity of darkness after his death if it meant that he would carry these memories of her with him always. He had always had a kind of rebellious nature but the one thing that rebelled the most against the natural need between a man and a woman it was this. This feeling that overwhelmed him, burned through him far more brightly than should be normal perhaps. "What are you going to do if I am?" He asked with a small grin as he he trailed his fingers down her side and then up again so he can rake them back through the curls of her dark hair. Her hair was like silk against his skin. "Are you going to punish me?" His grin grew as he looked between her eyes. "I can't say that I won't enjoy it."
@tothedevilsshow xxx
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Beside the Seaside: Ch 10
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MAKE SURE YOU HAVE READ CHAPTER 9 BEFORE PROCEEDING
Chapter 10
“So… will ye marry me, Claire?”
He had actually said that — or asked, rather. Jamie Fraser had actually, out of the blue, proposed to her.
And she had fled, taking Fergus’s for once well-timed entrance as the escape that it was and left Jamie in the study without another word — or answer to his question.
“I thought we might go out for lunch,” she explained when she caught Fergus’s questioning stare. Out in the sunshine now, with Fergus’s arm linked through hers, she could at least put her mind elsewhere for the moment, and not on Jamie’s proposal.
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The Gloaming - Ch 7 preview 🏰
Ch 7: Snowdrops
Out riding Lambert one afternoon Jamie came across a glade covered in a carpet of small white bell shaped flowers — snowdrops. The sight made him smile and knowing Lady Randall’s love of that particular bloom he stopped to pick some, securing the stems with a piece of twine. Presenting the makeshift bouquet to her that evening he was rewarded with a delighted smile and a most attractive pinking of her cheeks; his stomach doing a little flip knowing he’d made her happy.
“This is so thoughtful of you Mr Fraser, these will certainly brighten my sitting room”
Leaning close, Lady Randall gave Jamie a peck on the cheek in gratitude. The gesture itself was innocent in nature, but the touch of her lips sent a shiver down his spine. As she began rummaging around for a vase, Jamie’s hand rose to touch the spot she’d kissed; it radiated warmth. Eyes narrowing, he watched as she arranged the snowdrops, cogs in his head slowly turning to catch up to what his subconscious had known for months. Her swan-like neck, the ample swell of her breasts, the rosebud pink of her lips. She was the most stunningly beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Blood thrummed in Jamie’s veins, desire for Lady Randall rushing through him like a gale blowing fiercely across a moor.
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themackenzies · 4 years
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· THE FIERY CROSS, CHAPTER 1 ·
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