#Laird of Lallybroch

[gotham-ruaidh]

you can feel the beat within [a 7x02 story]

Her tears had stopped some time ago. Her breaths had calmed, no longer gasping for air, her back softly rising and falling as his fingertips skimmed her spine.

Again he kissed her forehead. Watched the breeze swirl the curtains across the room, the black night an endless void beyond. Shifted her in his arms, sheltering her.

Her hands tightened at his elbows. Knees hooked behind his.

He felt her swallow against his shoulder.

“What happened, when you watched me go?”

He sighed. “I suppose I’ve never told you.”

“You don’t need to,” she whispered. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it.”

His hand splayed over the small of her back. Pressing her deeper against him.

“You were in my arms. And then you were just…gone. In a blink. I had thought it would be slow, like salt dissolving in water. But no. It was as if you had never existed.”

Her thumb traced two parallel scars on his back. “I was so scared it would pull me apart. Me and the baby.”

“I ken it was the right thing.” She heard the tears in his eyes. “I meant to die, and I meant to save my family. But…God, Claire. You were gone, and all I had was your arisaid, and it smelled of you.”

He inhaled deeply at her hairline. Gasping.

“I was ready for my body to die on that battlefield. Because my heart was already dead.”

She pulled back from his shoulder. Rose up on an elbow to look at him. Cradled his face in her hands.

“Your heart beats within me. It beats in our daughter, and our grandchildren. They are worth it. All of it.”

“I…” his voice broke, pulse elevated, eyes bright with tears. “I ken that. But…”

“You don’t hate me for it, Jamie?”

His brows furrowed. “Hate you? How?”

She pulled away, drawing into herself. Sat up, wrapping her hands around her shoulders. Wishing she hadn’t discarded her shift, damp with sweat and tears, sometime before.

“All of the losses you’ve had…that we’ve had, Jamie.” She couldn’t look at him. “It’s because of me.”

“What? Sassenach, I dinna understand.”

“You lost your parents and brother before I knew you. But everything after that – your home. Your soul, after Wentworth. Our Faith. Angus and Rupert and all the men we knew in the Rising. You lost your birthright as laird. You went to prison. William. Your printshop. Murtagh. You’ve lost all of it because of me. Because you married me. Because I told you what would happen to the Highland culture. Because I came back, and because I know how this war will end. Because I know what’s wrong with Mandy.”

Now she dared to look up at him – torn, beautiful, so beautiful in the candlelight that her heart almost burst.

“How can you not hate me for that, Jamie?”

He reached out, tentatively, and rested a big, warm hand on her knee.

“We had a conversation like this in Paris. We forgave each other. But how long have you felt this way now?”

She rested her hand – her right hand – on top of his. Silver ring softly glowing in the candlelight.

“Too long.”

He smiled sadly. “We are a pair, mo chridhe. For I have long feared you’d think the same of me. Hate me for it.”

She pursed her lips, not understanding. He shifted to sit in front of her, interlocking their fingers.

“You lost your world when you first came to me. Your husband, who I ken was a good man. It tore you up inside, Claire. I made you choose between us when it should have been me against him.”

“Jamie – ”

“I couldnae give you a proper home until we built this one. We lost our daughter in Paris. We returned to Lallybroch, and it was a wonderful time, but we lost that too. We lost the chance to raise Bree together. We lost a life in Edinburgh, and then at Lallyboch because of Laoghaire. We came to the Ridge, but we lost it being a safe place for you.”

Her thumb traced the scars on the back of his fingers.

“I’ve wondered - how could you not hate me? For it’s because of me, all this has happened to you. To us.”

Somewhere outside, a dove cooed mournfully.

He brought the back of her hand to his lips for a kiss. “But I cannae hate my own heart. Can you?”

She looked at him for a long moment. “Of course not.”

He made a small sound, and in a rush gathered her to him. Squeezing so tight.

“I have loved you from the very beginning of it, Claire. Holding you like this, in my arms, when you wept at Leoch. It felt right, did it no?”

She rested her forehead against his. Kissed the salt at the corner of his eyes.

“You are my heart,” she whispered. “As I am yours. When yours hurts, mine hurts. When mine hurts, so does yours. Two hundred years can’t change that.”

A kiss.

His thumb traced her heart.

“Look…”

Jamie pulled away, smiling. Softly spun her around to rest against the steady strength of his chest.

She settled against him. Looking out the window. Smiling at the shower of tiny kisses against the shell of her ear.

His heart a low, steady thump against her back.

Her heart singing.

Watching dawn – the gift of another day together – touch the Ridge.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire

[thetruthwilloutsworld]

X The Hub Productions @TheHUBBUB

Coming to Australia in February for the first Hublander event, our inaugural guest is none other than the true laird of Lallybroch - @SamHeughan himself! If you're a fan of Outlander, this is one event you can't afford to miss!

Sydney 24th February 2024

Melbourne 25 February 2024

[lady-o-ren]

FROM THE EDGE OF THE BLACK SEA

After a deadly confrontation with the Laird and Warchief of Clan Mackenzie, the last son of Lallybroch goes on a frantic search for his one true love, praying he isn't too late . . .

//

Jamie's found his runaway heart in the ruins of an old abbey by the sea.

He swings his long leg from off his great stallion's back and crosses what's left of the crumbling stone archway to the back where the wall of the abbey has collapsed.

Claire sits there amongst the rubble and weeds with her knees pulled up to her chest, transfixed by the rhythmic rise and fall of the black ocean waves. Was she longing for them to sweep her away?

Jamie couldn't bear the thought of losing her, even as guilt gnawed away at his guts for being the one to have selfishly brought her to this savage place.

For failing to keep her safe.

He can see the bruises on her neck with the lifting of her long dark curls by the cold misty wind and can only imagine what other marks hide beneath her cloak and crumpled dress, making his blood burn black with rage.

As if she's heard the mad thrashing of his heart, Claire looks over her shoulder and her eyes that could bewitch a man into giving up his soul widen in a burst of golden surprise.

"You idiot!" She cries to Jamie's horror. "You damned stupid fool!"

Seizing a rock, Claire hurls it at his head, followed by another and another after that. She then attempts to run when Jamie makes a move to grab her and becomes trapped against his chest.

"Let go of me!" She shouts, jerking violently in his arms wrapped ironclad around her.

"Sassenach! Claire! I'm not here to hurt ye!"

"Let go of me, damn you! Let go!"

The desperation in her voice tears at Jamie's very soul making his arms drop like lead at his sides.

Claire stumbles forward but doesn't run off like he feared she would. Instead she turns to face him, glaring fiercely, with her breath coming out in hurried white puffs around her flushed and freckled cheeks.

"Why did you follow me?" She demands.

"Why the hell did ye leave the castle wi'out telling me? Surely ye must've kent I'd search night and day for ye," Jamie fires back, shuddering with frustration and exhaustion from his tireless pursuit of her.

"It doesn't matter why. You weren't supposed to follow me anyhow." She waves her hand to the trees beyond them that blanket the hills. "Now Dougal will send the entire clan after us thinking you've betrayed him. "

"He won't. I made sure of that," says Jamie, voice cold and unrepentant as the tide crashing against the cliff side, eyeing her bruised throat.

Claire clasps her hand to it.

The same one she slashed Dougal's face and bare chest with in the shadows of her bedchamber, drawing blood that she can still taste like poison on her lips.

"You didn't have to - he didn't -"

Blood rushes to Jamie's face, furious as a thundercloud.

"I did what needed to be done to protect ye, Claire. "

"Jamie, that's all you've ever done for me. That's why I didn't tell you about Dougal. I didn't want to put you in danger."

"You think I care about myself? He hurt ye dammit!"

Jamie slams his fist against a standing stone.

"The one I've waited all my life for. Who holds the whole of my heart . . ." He takes a step closer, voice low and thick with passion. "The one I love."

Claire takes a step back, not daring to believe. Her voice a quivering whisper.

"You can't mean that."

Jamie fixes her with a searing blue gaze and says -

"Have I ever lied to ye?"

The tears come hot and fast down Claire's cheeks and Jamie does his best to thumb them away, lifting her face that's ethereal as a star in his big hands. Oh, how lovely she is.

"Since when?" She murmurs tearily. "How long?"

"From the moment I gave ye the breath of my body while you struggled for air on the shore, when ye weeped in my arms for what was lost to ye that first night at Leoch, my heart and soul have belonged to you. Even in death when I'm nothing more than dust in the wind and far beyond the hereafter, my love for you will never waver." He rests his brow against hers, bowed as if in prayer. "This I promise you wi' all that I am. Will you have me?"

Claire reluctantly pulls away and looks up at his face beaming with devotion she's never known, could never dream of, hands grasping at his chest.

"More than anything I want to say yes -"

"Then say yes!" Jamie sings, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth as he says so, clutching her waist to his.

"But the clan -" Claire pleads, cupping his stubbled cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. "They'll kill you because of me."

Jamie lays his hand on her wrist, feeling her pulse throbbing hard against his palm and squeezes it.

"My uncle had many enemies and a great many of them are drinking to his death right now not knowing who gave their laird the final blow nor caring. And as for us," a shy and hopeful smile illuminates his face that gives Claire's heart an ache so sweet. "They'll think we've eloped just like my mother and father did. That damned fool James Fraser, they'll say, bewitched by his silkie bride."

And then there's no longer a need for words or even air as Claire once more takes Jamie's breath away, this time with a joyful, heavenly kiss.

//

Backstory: Jamie finds Claire on a rocky shoreline thinking she's a dead seal. But when the seal starts to move he thinks there's a pup trapped inside. He slashes the belly open and out comes Claire. Bloodied. White as bone. And her first gasp of human life leaves her choking and breathless hence Jamie giving her the breath of his body so that she may live.

Also I couldn't think of a better name for this drabble nonsense so I went with the first thing that popped into my head. The song by The Cure - The edge of the deep green sea. That song has a totally different vibe than what's conveyed here but damn what a great song.

Forgive the stupidity of the drabble pls

#jamie x claire #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #outlander

[theawkwardterrier]

Wednesday 100: Home and Away

Traveling through cold and rain never bothered Jamie. He wouldn’t dwell on it now, riding with MacQuarrie's men, but his mind returns to keeping Claire warm on the way to Leoch, to wrapping her in his plaid as they rode to Lallybroch, to them entwined in the bed that is beginning to become theirs.

He imagines her in the laird's room, washing — it's evening and she likes to be clean from the day. He will stop on the way back, he decides. He’ll buy her a ewer, simple and solid and good, to make his home even more theirs.

#Wednesday100 #Outlander #Jamie Fraser #Jamie/Claire #went back and forth so many times on ''a ewer'' versus ''an ewer''

[always-outlander]

The Outlander 31 Day Challenge: Day 1

Shoutout to @gotham-ruaidh

Day 1: Favorite Season 1-3 Episode:

For me it would have to be episode 12, “Lallybroch”

Season 1 in so many ways is my comfort season, but this episode in particular provided so much. These two had been working towards this moment, and finding this place and time of peace since we first met them in episode one. To finally reach this one goal of theirs together was a monumental moment in their relationship.

And even though it is short lived, this glimpse into what their life here is like and could be is such a much needed pause in the larger story of their lives. Jamie and Claire love each other deeply at this point, but do not verbalize it until this episode. They have shown their love with their actions and commitment, but to hear the words spoken between them was so beautiful to watch.

For Jamie, this episode is paramount. This place shaped who he is entirely. He was raised here yes, but he carry’s the weight of his home and the people who inhabit it with him daily. The loss of his father was profoundly significant to everyone at Lallybroch and in his family. Jamie feels guilty for his fathers death, remorse that he was unable to see him buried or mourn him properly. Ashamed that he has been unable to return home and live there as the proud son and laird he was destined to become. To bring Claire home to Lallybroch was his singular goal since he met her. To give her a simple life that he longed for, in the place he longs for. He made her ring from his key because it is the only thing he can offer her. Lallybroch will always be home for him, but sharing it with Claire? That would make him whole. But as we see in this episode, it is because Jamie is unable to stay and become Laird, that the weight of the household falls on Ian and Jenny.

Jenny Fraser might be one of my favorite characters in the series, and this episode she truly shines. She proves her mettle in more ways than one, and exposes Jamie’s weak points in subtle but effective ways. She has held their home and family together without him, created a family of her own, and has loved and supported Jamie from afar in her own way. The two siblings deeply love one another, and their stubborn natures are what make their dynamics so fiery and intense at times. But at the end of the day, you can see parts of each other reflected in both of them. Jamie was so young when his mother passed, when Jenny was attacked, when his father died. They both had to grow up earlier than what was fair. Because of that, they have taken different approaches to their healing. Jenny has taken on responsibilities Jamie is both unaware of and disinterested in. He believes that he is able to step into the role of Laird with ease, and Jenny makes sure to point out that being a Laird is more than a title. She teaches Jamie so much in this one episode, and makes an immeasurable impact on Claire.

Claire says it herself in this episode, that being at Lallybroch makes her feel like she actually might belong there. “There” can mean many things; there, in that house with Jamie, Jenny and Ian. Or there, in that time period, back 200 years in the past…with Jamie. She is happy and contented and in love. It’s the first episode that we as viewers see and know without a doubt that her love for Jamie is real and worth it to her. And it’s also when we see her allow other people close to her and Jamie to imprint on her, particularly Jenny. She never had a sister, she never had a family beyond her uncle. These people are wary at first, but you can see in this episode that they are willing to accept her and will love her, and she loves them. Claire’s first true introduction of her new, accepted life in the past takes place in this episode. She looks around and knows she will be happy to stay here, with Jamie and his family. By the end of the episode we know that they are once again thrust into danger, but for now it’s a much needed moment of reprieve.

Ian Murray is hugely important in this episode, and makes a palpable impact on the viewer and Claire. He’s the first person who can give Claire and the viewer insight into Jamie’s life before we first see him in the opening episode. He was with him in France, he was Jamie’s closest childhood friend, and he represents the life Jamie would be living had he not become an outlaw. I think we see that in some ways Jamie looks at Ian and pity’s the simple life he leads (while recognizing a lot of that has to do with his leg). Jamie craves a life of adventure and enjoys the mischief and excitement of being an outlaw. But Ian shows Jamie what a contented life with the woman you love looks like. With kids, with a home and community around you. Now that Jamie has Claire, his whole world has changed. He can envision a life with kids, and we see how heartbroken he is when Claire reveals she cannot provide them with that life he’s spent the episode envisioning. Ian also is the window into Jenny for the viewers and for Claire. He softens Jenny’s personality and interprets her actions for her so that the viewers (and Claire) understand that despite her stubborn exterior, she has a heart of gold just like her brother. She’s a fighter, and she is fierce. Ian is the anchor for both of the Frasers, it seems. His impact was huge in this one episode. It also serves a duel purpose, because when we eventually meet young Ian, we can understand his character due in large part to understanding who his father is.

This little home is the cornerstone of this show in many ways, and this episode always makes me smile when I watch it. It might not be the most action packed, or have the most important moments in regards to moving the plot along, but in many ways it is the real turning point of the story. A break amongst the cruel realities that plague this couple, and a window into the souls of some of our favorite characters, especially Jamie.

#outlander #outlanderedit #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #sam heughan #claire x jamie #jammf #caitriona balfe #james alexander malcolm mackenzie fraser #outlander challenge #the outlander 31 day challenge #outlander 31 day challenge

[scapegrace74-blog]

The Man from Black Water, Chapter 1

A/N  Thanks to everyone who voted in my unofficial straw poll.  As you can see, I’ve decided to write the Outlander / Man from Snowy River crossover next, mostly because it requires the least amount of planning or research.  You can thank 38cm of fresh snow and a busted knee for the fact I churned out this first chapter so quickly.  Subsequent chapters should arrive at a rate of 2 or 3 per week.

For those not familiar with The Man from Snowy River, it was a movie released in 1982, set in frontier Australia.  This might seem like the least likely contender for a crossover, and maybe it is, but Jim Craig, the protagonist of the film, and Jamie Fraser share a lot of similarities, as do Jessica Harrison and Claire.  Plus, I just really love the film.  It’s pure rom-com fluff with a side of horses and history - what’s not to love?

For those who do know the movie, I have essentially shifted it to 1880s Scotland and made the necessary adjustments, plus a few extra twists to keep things fresh.  I will include a full character mapping in the notes on Ao3, if you’re interested.

Rocky clods of Scottish earth struck the pine coffin, their percussion muffled by a steady downpour and dark clouds that stole the daylight from the sky.  Insensible to the punishing weather, Jamie Fraser knelt in the mud by his father’s grave, his lips moving in silent prayer.  Rivulets of rain stained his auburn hair to mahogany, dripping from his forelock like tears.

Lallybroch’s thin soil had to be convinced to permit Brian Fraser’s burial, as though protesting his untimely death.  A wooden headstone marked the callous details of the Highlander’s life in roughly carved letters:  

                                  Brian Robert David Fraser

                                Died of Accident – May 1885

 Next to the freshly turned earth, another headstone was already grey and weathered to the point that it could barely be read:

                                   Ellen Mackenzie Fraser

                       Gone Home to God – December 1882

At long last, Jamie rose to his full height and redonned his tweed bonnet.  He trudged to where Murtagh awaited him in his ramshackle wagon, feeling far too broken for his nineteen years.  Rollo, the family dog, followed faithfully behind him.

“United in death, the minister said,” he looked up at Murtagh who sat in his only Sunday suit, impervious to the rain.

“Superstitious rubbish,” Murtagh spat.  “Fit fer widows an’ glaikit fools.”

“Tis’ a nice thought, Murtagh,” Jamie defended, tugging at his waistcoat with reddened hands.

“There’s more tae life than death, lad.”

Rollo’s ears pricked up, signaling danger with a low growl.  Riding out of the clag were a half dozen men, their faces obscured by thick beards and low-brimmed caps.

“Wha’ do they want?” Jamie said, pulling his shoulders back to brandish the height and breadth he’d inherited from his father.

“Campbells, by the look o’ them.  Best go ‘ave a listen tae wha’ they ‘ave tae say.”

By the tone of his voice, it was clear Murtagh knew what was coming, but Jamie did not.  The Campbell ringleader, a man with a barrel chest and a thunderous voice, ordered Jamie from his land until he was man enough to farm it.

“Lallybroch is my place now,” his voice rose in defiance.  “I own it!”

In the eyes of the law this statement was patently untrue, and Jamie knew it.  Centuries of tradition saw Highland crofts passed from father to son, while the local laird technically owned the land and collected rents for farms that were considered next-to-useless.  With the arrival of English land barons and the introduction of sheep farming, crofters were being pushed from their holdings, either by ever-increasing rents or through outright eviction.  In Glenshee, Brian Fraser had been one of the last hereditary crofters, clinging to his birthright by sheer tenacity and hard graft.  Now, Brian Fraser was dead.

“Look!” the Campbell henchman bellowed so loudly his horse jumped. “Ye’ll gang down tae the Lowlands, and earn the right tae live up here, jes as yer faither did.”

Without waiting for Jamie to acknowledge this ultimatum, the men wheeled their horses, galloping away until the mist enveloped them.

“I dinna ken what they’d have me do,” Jamie railed at Murtagh as he loaded his meagre belongings into his godfather’s wagon.  “Da sold off the stock bit by bit tae pay their criminal rents. If I leave, wha’s tae stop the Duke from seizing the land outright?”

“Tis a hard country.  Makes fer hard men,” Murtagh shared in his dour philosophical way, slapping his wooden prosthetic leg for emphasis.

Jamie slumped on the wagon’s bench, pulling an oilskin over his shoulders to escape the worst of the rain.  With a flick of the reins, the old wagon bounced across the rocky ground, heading away from Lallybroch.  From behind him, Rollo let out a plaintive whine.  Jamie kept his eyes fixed forward, refusing to glance back in farewell.

***

Unlike Brian Fraser, Murtagh Fitzgibbons had no right to his home, customary or otherwise.  He lived a bothy high in Glen Isla, so old it appeared to have sprouted directly from the stony earth.  There, he scratched out a meagre living raising a small herd of scraggly sheep and reiving the occasional cow that strayed into the secluded glen.

For as long as Jamie could remember, Murtagh also distilled whisky, guarding the location of his still and the source of its water with religious fervour.  Only Brian Fraser had known the secret and had taken it with him to his grave.  

Entering the bothy with an awkward but surprisingly spry gait, Murtagh set about unsmooring the fire and grabbing an unlabeled bottle from the mantle. Jamie stood in the centre of the familiar room, feeling like he might cry.

“A toast,” Murtagh proposed as he filled two filmy glasses with a pale amber liquid.  Lifting his glass to the heavens, he then intoned:

Here’s a bottle and an honest man – What would ye wish for mair, man. Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o’ care, man.

So catch the moments as they fly, And use them as ye ought, man. Believe me, happiness is shy, And comes not aye when sought, man.

The poem was by Robert Burns, and one of Henry Fraser’s favourites.  Jamie raised his own glass in reply and knocked back the entire dram.  It burned his already tight throat and smoldered in his belly, making him forget the damp chill of the stone hut.  Dashing away an errant tear, he filled both glasses again and gave his own short but heartfelt eulogy.

“Tae Brian Fraser, the best man I knew.  May I do honour tae him as his son by keeping Lallybroch in Fraser hands.”

Two drams of whisky combined with the sorrows and indignities of the day, making Jamie’s temper burn hot.  His adolescent ego licked its wounds, committed to revenge both sudden and complete.  He would pour his heart and soul into making Lallybroch profitable once again, and once that was done, he would track down those Campbell henchmen and offer them the rough justice of his fists.

“Ye should concern yerself wi’ keepin’ yerself alive,” Murtagh injected his usual dose of cold reality.  “If ye return tae Lallybroch now, the Campbells will shoot first an’ ask questions later.”

“They’d ha’ tae catch me first,” Jamie blustered.

“Shouldna be sae hard, considerin’ ye’d be on foot.”  

Seeing the lad crumple at the renewed realization of his dire circumstances, Murtagh took pity on him and led him outside to where a small corral hid in the lee of a rock face.  The old nag responsible for pulling Murtagh’s cart stood next to the feed trough, dwarfed by a dark bay gelding with inquisitive ears and a kind eye.

“I’ve no notion of his breeding,” Murtagh began, “but he’s a Highland horse, sure-footed as they come.  He’s yours.”

“I canna pay ye fer him,” Jamie sputtered, shocked by his godfather’s generosity.

“He’s no’ fer sale,” the old man insisted gruffly.  “A man wi’out a horse is like a man wi’out a leg.”

Brian Fraser would often say that his old friend was like a sea urchin: spiny on the outside but filled with tenderness.  Never had this truth been more apparent.

Jamie climbed through the fence, extending a hand until the gelding nuzzled it warmly.  Despite everything, he smiled, having always felt a bond with any animal.

“Thank ye, Murtagh.  Truly,” he said with the utmost sincerity.   “Does he have a name?”

Murtagh grunted in the negative.

“I shall call him Donas, then.  A wee devil tae help me rain misery down on those scabby Campbell louts and win back Lallybroch.”

“Dinna throw effort after foolishness,” Murtagh admonished.  “Ye’ve got a lot tae learn about bein’ a man, Jamie Fraser.”

#my writing #outlander #fanfiction

[renee-writer]

Letters Chapter 1

AO3

The house draws her. Having finished university, she is looking for one to let. She has no interest in buying one, especially an old manor house, five times as big as she needs with a ton of repairs needed.

 

So why does she find herself, standing in the crumbling, once great room, talking terms with the realtor?

 

“It is a steal, Miss Beauchamp, a real steal. This is a buyers market anyway and with the property standing vacant for so long, the owners are practically giving it away. Why, with all the acreage  that comes with it, it is a foolish person that would turn it down.”

 

She was no fool. She knows that Mrs. Fitz was just trying to make a sale. Still, there is something intangible that is drawing her in. She finds herself signing the paperwork.

 

With the money her parents and her Uncle Lamb left her, she can afford it. Still, there are the repairs and the simple fact that she had no intention of buying the house in the first place.

 

Shaking her head, she walks through the huge investment she just committed to. Was it the age of the property that drew her? She was partially raised by an archeology professor, after all, and Lallybroch ( yes the house has a name) is well over three hundred years.

 

“You would love her Uncle Lamb.” She speaks aloud in the cavernous space to hear her own voice echo back at her. It doesn’t creep her out. To the contrary, it makes her feel less alone. “Hello house. My name is Claire and I will be living here.” A smile as ‘ living here ‘ bounces around her.

 

“As soon as I figure out where to begin.” She adds in her head.

 

A contractor is called.

 

While she waits, she walks back through. It is different, knowing it is hers. She is looking for a room she can make a temporary bedroom. She soon realizes that, until some work is done, none will do.

 

Resting against one of the walls in what was the master or Laird’s  bedroom, she feels something slide. With a frown, she turns and looks.

 

“Why, it is a secret hideaway!” Her voice echoes around as she fully moves the stone, kicking up stone dust that makes her sneeze. She reaches her hand in with hesitation. Who knows what could be there?

 

What she finds is a stack of letters. Enchanted, she slides to the floor and unties the ribbon holding them.

 

“I wonder if they are old love letters.” She muses before lifting the first envelope up.

 

The paper is heavy. She swears she can taste the age of them in the dust and light perfume that rises as she opens it.

 

The first line shocks her.

 

“My dearest Claire,

I knew, in time, this letter would find you, even if it took three hundred years.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #letters #chapter 1 #new story #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

[anon-argentine]

Hey, outlander fanfic writers, I have a proposition for you.

Genderbent Claire and Jaime.

WW2 Army Physician Clarence Beauchamp is on a trip with his friend Frank in Scotland, to celebrate the end of the war. Druids, stones, he finds himself in the 18th century. Enter a group of Scots that save him from Randall (who uncannily resembles Frank), and with them a fearless red-headed Scottish woman named Jenny. (Yes, in this AU, Jenny is Jaime laird of Lallybroch while his rebel sister is thought to be dead).

Jenny McTavish seems to have the respect of all the men that surround her, they treat her like one of their own. Clarence later learns of the bounty on Red Jenny’s head, etc, etc.

Plot goes along essentially the same. Clarence is taken to Castle Leoch, he wins their tentative respect due to his prowess as a healer. Jack Randall is trying to get him, Dougal still has him marry Jenny so that Clarence has some legal clan protection. Any other changes to characters and plot are up to you.

Someone tag me when they write this, I’d love to read it.

#outlander #outlander fandom #outlander fic #someone write this #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #james alexander malcolm mackenzie fraser #genderbend #gender swap au #someone draw this

[imaginecottageridge]

Laird and Lady of Lallybroch

#outlander #outlanderedit #claire x jamie #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #clairefraseredit #1700s #history #book series #lovers #Scotland

[minny5ca2018]

New Outlander fanfiction

This will be based on an idea that came to me.

An Alternate Universe...

Part 1

May 20, 2022

James Fraser looked around the crowd of fellow tv reporters and smiled. As a sports news reporter for the Glasgow Globe, it was his job to cover all the major rugby events. As an avid fan who absolutely loved the sport, his job at the Globe was like a dream come true. He followed all the games, both local and international. In the last six years as a news reporter he’d won several Pulitzer awards for his writing. He loved the sport and the players and the fans. Loving his work and integrating with people made his writing even better. His hard work and dedication had led him to where he was today. On a cruise ship with friends and fellow colleagues. News and sports reporters like himself who’d worked hard in gaining their status and achievements. The cruise event was a prize from the major publications enterprise who supported most of their endeavors. He looked about at the bustling crowd and smiled. Most of them were acquaintances, but many he considered friends as well as colleagues.

Jamie was a native of the Scottish highlands, an area known as Broch Turach. He was James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser and was actually Laird of a now derelict castle known as Lallybroch. While he still owned much of the surrounding land, the dwelling itself had been vacant and derelict for years. A fact of life in modern times, it was simply too costly to maintain or repair the structure. He now kept a large flat in Glasgow when he wasn’t traveling for the Globe that is.

“Ooch, now Jamie, are you going to stay here in yer corner like this, or are you coming out to mingle with the rest of us?” Geillis Duncan asked him with a smile.

Jamie smiled back at the petite Scottish woman. Geillis was pretty in an odd sort of way with her light copper hair and big green eyes. There was always something about her that troubled Jamie. She always somehow rubbed him the wrong way. He laughed and shook his head. “Now, Geillis, you know that I like to sit back with my whisky and watch others while they move about. I like observing people. No worries, Geillis, I am fine where I am right now.” He replied in his best formal English in a manner intended just to annoy her. He didn’t trust or like Geillis. He wasn’t sure why. But the woman simply irked him somehow.

Geillis nodded. “Oh, verry well, ya wee Fox cub.” She replied. Jamie was a striking figure with his deep auburn red hair, slavic cheekbones and deep blue eyes that could penetrate your veru soul. Shaking her head, she slowly began moving away from him. Looking back, ske murmured softly, “I’ll be on the deck should you change your mind.”

Jamie nodded and sipped a little bit more of his whisky.

^^^

May 20, 1948

Claire stared one more time at Frank as he once more stared her down. She shook her head in defiance. “No. I told you already Frank. You can beg, but I will not marry you. I do not love you, now or ever.” She insisted, glaring at him over the coppery flames coming from the fire in the hearth.

Angered, Frank grabbed her by the arm and violently shook her. “You will! You will obey! I want you and I will bloody well have you! Any way I can get you!” he shouted at her. He moved toward her menacingly …

Claire suddenly cowered in fear. Frank’s family had special powers that dated back to ancient times and heaven knows what he would do to her. She shook her head. “No. I reject you. I do not love you. I will not marry you, Frank.” She persisted.

Frank glowered down at her. He pointed a finger at her. “Then you will pay the price, for all eternity.”

Before Claire could react or even move, she found herself inside a small furnished glass bottle. She was miniaturized and wearing a harem style costume. She could see Frank staring down at her.

Frank smiled wickedly. “That’s right. You are now a genie and as your Master and holder of your bottle, you will obey my every command. You will serve me.” Frank told her.

Claire shook her head in utter despair. “Noooo,” sne began tearfully. “Noooo,” she pleaded.

May 20, 2022

Claire looked at Frank and cried softly. “No, please Frank. I do not want to go back in the bottle while you are away. Please, I beg you, I will behave.”

Frank shook his head. “No. In your bottle you go, you wicked genie.” With a motion, he pointed his finger and smoked her into her bottle. Once she was inside, he quickly capped the top. “And that is where you will stay until I return from my business trip. He laughed. People of the modern world really had no idea that the seemingly quiet Professor from Oxford was actually one the world’s most powerful Jinns. When Claire had refused him, he had simply made her into a genie. As the holder of her bottle, she had to obey his every whim. There was only one other Jinn who was more powerful than Frank. And he suddenly realized with horror as he walked through the halls of Oxford that he was suddenly staring right at him.

“Hadji. What, what are you doing here?” Frank asked him, trying to sound unconcerned by Hadji’s sudden appearance.

Hadji merely glared at Frank. “Doing what I always do by tradition, Frank. Observing the world and our people in relation to all of that.” He replied. He looked at Frank sternly. “I have been watching you for a long time. I don’t like your behavior. You deliberately interfered with a young girl who was from the mortal world. Worse, after making her a genie, you’ve been mistreating her badly.” He told him. “It was bad enough when it all began over fifty years ago. But, it is getting worse. You are really mistreating the girl. Hurting her. And it has to stop. And you will be punished for it. Even we have our rules and guidelines.”

Frank shook his head,  pleading with Hadji. “No, please I will do better. I promise. Give me another chance with her.” Frank begged.

Hadji shook his head. “No. You will be punished.” He pointed his finger and with a single motion, miniaturized Frank into a glass bottle. Hadji quickly capped the bottle and placed it in a large trunk. He quickly locked it and labelled it storage room. He smiled. Frank likely would not be discovered for a long time. Hadji chuckled. As for the girl, he would place her in an area where, when the person finds her there will become the love of her life.

^^^

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[gotham-ruaidh]

Outlander 31 Day Challenge: Day 24

Welcome to the Outlander 31 Day Challenge!

Today is Day 24: Favorite Jamie + Claire being silly/adorable scene

This would have to be - hands down - the adorable, amazing Drunk!Jamie scene in 01x12 “Lallybroch.” Why?

- LOVE LOVE LOVE the drunk!violin (nicely echoes the tipsy!violin when Jamie comes down the stairs in 01x07 “The Wedding”)

- Jamie thinks he’s being soooo sneaky when he comes in the door

- Claire is all sassy in a tired, “I can’t believe I married this idiot” kind of way

- Drunk!Jamie has to be asked to speak English - proof that Gaelic is his default setting

- “I had to show him the difference between abuse and discipline” - followed by the butt slap that echoed around the world. The fact that Drunk!Jamie is not-so-subtly referring to his ill-fated attempt to “discipline” Claire, and their conversations about it later at Leoch, shows just how deeply that episode has affected him

- Claire’s adorable reaction to the butt slap - oh no he didn’t!

- “I told him he’d have to answer to the laird of Broch Tuarach. That’s me!” — Seriously Jamie, are you five?

- Wait, wait, oh my God, Claire has actually seen an elephant!!

- And my absolute favorite part of the scene: the head roll. Why sit up when you can just roll all over your understanding, accommodating wife?

#outlander #outlander 31 day challenge #outlander 01x12 #jamie and claire

[immobiliter]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 ――   Repost, don’t reblog;

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――

FULL NAME:  James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser NICKNAME: Jamie ALIASES: Jamie Mactavish, Laird Broch Tuarach, Red Jamie, Dunbonnet, Alex Mackenzie, Jamie Roy / Alexander Malcolm, Colonel Fraser. SEX: male. SIZE:  6'2". AGE: I write him between the age of 22 and his late 50s. ZODIAC: Taurus (May 1st) SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Gaelic, English, French

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――

HAIR:  a red/auburn colour, long and worn loose in his youth, but tied up more frequently later in life. FACIAL HAIR: he normally has some light stubble. EYES: blue. SKIN TONE: he's a pale scot. BODY TYPE:  well built, muscular. VOICE:  enjoy. DOMINANT HAND:  right. POSTURE:  he carries himself like any soldier would, tall and broad, often towering over everyone else. SCARS: Jamie has many scars, but most notable are the lash marks across his back, and the healed gash on his inner thigh from Culloden. TATTOOS: none. PIERCINGS: none. BIRTHMARKS:  none. MOST NOTABLE FEATURES:  his mop of auburn hair, the scars on his back, his broad shoulders.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ――

PLACE OF BIRTH: Lallybroch, Scotland. HOMETOWN: Lallybroch, Scotland. SIBLINGS: William Fraser, Jenny Fraser, Robert Fraser. PARENTS:  Brian & Ellen Fraser.

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ――

OCCUPATION:  Scottish Laird, Jacobite rebel, Prisoner, Printer, Smuggler and Landowner. Not all at the same time, mind you lmao. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Fraser's Ridge, North Carolina. CLOSE FRIENDS: Lord John Grey, Murtagh Fitzgibbons, Anora Theirin, Elizabeth Swann. FINANCIAL STATUS:  verse dependent, but mostly comfortable. DRIVER'S LICENSE: n/a. CRIMINAL RECORD: a reformed (maybe) enemy of the British Crown and former Jacobite.  VICES: his anger and pride for sure, his tendency to act first, think later, the fact that he is a violent man, as well as his somewhat traditionalist views.

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ――

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  heterosexual. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE:  switch. TURN OFFS:  this is pretty tricky to define aside from "anyone who is not Claire" lmao. but I think, talking about an AU during the twenty years without Claire, Jamie would struggle to go for anyone who wasn't strong-willed and stubborn. LOVE LANGUAGE: physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, gift giving, quality time. all of it, basically. he loves to love. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: completely and utterly devoted ? he's the most romantic bastard ever.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ――

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE: moch sa mhadainn HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Jamie enjoys reading, playing chess, hunting, fishing and busying himself with his hands around Fraser's Ridge. He built the main house in Fraser's Ridge mostly by himself and enjoyed every second of it. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: left brained. SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL: he is pretty confident in himself, his moral compass, and the love he holds for those around him.

TAGGED BY: @goldenngore   TAGGING: anyone who would like to do this!

#* / character study ( jamie fraser. ) #i just love him ok #he's loud in my brain rn

[lordjohnlander]

Teaser Tuesday - Episode 14

It’s Teaser Tuesday

This week on the Lord Johnlander podcast, @jesuisprest747 and @mistresspandorawritesthings chat about Episode 112 “Lallybroch,” unpack some of Laird Dumbass’s baggage from his latest guilt trips (yes, plural), and lament the lack of John in the upcoming prequel series.

Warning: This episode contains discussion of sexual violence. Listener discretion is advised.

Survivors of sexual violence in the US can contact RAINN at 1-800-656-4673 for support or visit the website to access a variety of resources from anywhere, or chat confidentially with a trained volunteer.

The Lord Johnlander Podcast is available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, Amazon, iHeartRadio, and more.

#youtube #podcast #lord johnlander podcast #lord johnlander #lord john grey #jamie fraser #claire fraser #outlander #teaser tuesday

[fraserstanclub]

I love your" "I'm NO stable boy " I remember that in thee BTS ! Just wanted to tell you I don't know why but that phrase stayed with me...also in season 6 "Who the hell is Mary McNabb?" when Claire says that ....I guess it is just the way they say it ..anyway just wanted to stop by and tell you that I liked thee name of your blog..have a happy new year...xoxoxo karen

HAPPY NEW YEAR! My apologies for the super duper uber late reply, my family and I recently bought a house and we're slowly getting moved in lol Whenever I join a new fandom and decide to create a blog for it, I always want to think of usernames and catch phrases that aren't as commonly used. There are a million and one "sassenachs" and any combination of any common yet iconic phrases from the books and shows, and there's nothing wrong with that! (my very first username before to get me started was 'sassenachlife' until I came up with 'lallybrochloser' and then 'fraserstanclub') but when it came to the header on my blog, that s1 BTS clip, like you, stuck with me!

fun fact, in my old blog, on the front page it would say "im no stable boy," but if you were on the browser version and clicked to see my full blog, the header would change to "I'm the Laird of Lallybroch" 😁

lol anyway, thanks for your love! I've missed wee things like this about being on tumblr. I look forward to making more content now that my home office is fully established. Have a great week! <3 elizabeth

#answered #krayonsblog #thanks for the love! #queue are the best shit ever

[ofmythsandfablesaa]

Jamie Fraser

VERSES

On The Run (1743 ; Aged 23)

Jamie is in hiding from the British going by Jamie MacTavish, having a price over his head for a crime he didn’t commit. He lives with his uncle who is Laird of Leoch, and is sheltering Jamie from being found.

Laird of Broch Tuarach

Jamie finally returns home to become Laird at Lallybroch. He lives with his sister Jenny, brother-in-law, and nephew. Though, Jamie never lets his guard down, knowing danger is always around the corner and is worried he’s putting his family in jeopardy.

Est-ce que tu parles français? - 1745 (aged 25)

After a close call with the British, Jamie flees to France to live with his cousin. There, he runs a home as well as his cousin’s wine business while he travels for some time. Not entirely realizing it, he begins to enjoy the finer side of living and falls into step with it well. Here, Jamie is furthering the cause of the Jacobite rising.

Battle of Culloden - Could take place weeks before the battle or after.

Jamie returns to Scotland to fight against the British. Though the Scots lose the battle, Jamie gains revenge on Jack Randall even though he is taken to a jail, far from home, for being a Jacobite.

Home Again - 1765 (aged 45)

Yes, twenty years have passed. Jamie is back in Scotland and under a different name, Alexander Malcolm. Working as a printer and owning his own business in the town of Edinburgh, he lives a quiet, low life. Or at least, he tries to.

America, The Colonies - 1765

After a harrowing journey across the seas, Jamie ends up in America. North Carolina, to be precise, and settles down as best he can with his own land called Fraser’s Ridge.

(This verse will include the current season, 6.)

Through the Stones (Modern day ; Aged 25-35, depending)

Just a week before the Battle of Culloden, Jamie has accidentally gone through the stones at Craigh na Dun and wound up in the 21st century. He’s been living in Edinburgh for ten years, and though it hasn’t been easy to adjust, Jamie’s been doing his best and working as a bartender in a local pub.

(If one would rather a younger modern Jamie not too long after falling through the stones, discuss with me first)

!!! IMPORTANT !!!

Depending on the verses, there’s much more detail in each of their stories. As for one detail, being captured and raped by Captain Jack Randall, which happens at the end of Season 1 (this is during his time at Leoch, though transitioning into becoming Laird of Broch Tuarach),

I will not write those scenes out.

It was traumatizing to watch, and I could never write that horrific scene. BUT, I can and will write about his PTSD with that certain event, because I think part of that makes up the Jamie we all know and love. As far as any other details goes, depending on the verse, I will be more than happy to explain to any of those who are not an Outlander fan or just haven’t a clue what it’s about in full depth if you would like to know what Jamie is internally going through. The poor man goes through A LOT in each season, so to list it all here in each verse would be too much to read lol so if you’re curious, let me know and I’d be happy to oblige!

#&. * jamie — verses

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander)

Chapter 16: Lost Family

Masterlist

June 1769

Claire and Frank had both been only children, as far as Brian knew. Frank Randall had had distant relatives, but Brian and Ellen had never met any of them and only rarely had they received cards at Christmas, the stained and faded postmarks telling of distant lives in remote countries, half a world away.

Brian and Ellen had set out to find their mother and father, find them and warn them. Brian had not expected and had not been prepared to find a whole new family in the process.

——

Jenny looks up at him with a beaming smile. Jenny Murray is barely five feet tall and as lightly built as a sparrow. Her ebony black hair streaked liberally with grey is pulled back into a bun and the lines that run from nose to mouth are stretched out in a familiar shaped smile. Her slanted cat-eyes, one's Mama had described Jamie as having, one's Brian has seen reflect back at him when he looks into a mirror. However, Jenny's eyes are somewhat softer, greyer than the sharp blades of blue that Brian and Ellen have inherited from their father.

One hand reaches up to trace his cheek, feeling the high Mackenzie cheekbones while the other does the same to Ellen before falling to seize her own. "Yer truly his, there's no denyin' it."

"Told yer Ma." Says Young Jamie. He stands tall and broad-shouldered as he stands next to Brian and Ellen, meeting in height with the former and towering over the latter. Everything about him describes the man of the house. Brian recalls the document Mama had shown them from the rising that said Lallybroch would be passed to Jenny and Ian's son. It's odd to think that before Brian and his mother travelled to the future, Brian and Young Jamie had known one another.

Jenny then takes notice of the ring which sat upon his hand, taking it between hers to examine in the light for a moment, before replacing it at his side.

"But it had been his as Laird before then, an' our father Brian's first, yer grandsire. Traditionally, given t' the eldest son. But wha' happened te it?" Her thumb strokes the scorched metal of the ring.

Brian swallows uncomfortably, sharing a look with Ellen. "Mama said it got damaged." It doesn't seem their aunt knows about the time travel so he's not going to explain that the gem inside it got lost when his mother travelled through time.

Any further conversation however is stilled with a door further down the hallway opening and the sound of wood hitting the boards of the hallway accompanied by the sound of a single foot hitting hard onto the ground.

"Jen? Jamie? Wha' going on?" A tall man with a long, work worn face and deep brown eyes comes out of a door. He looks almost exactly like Young Jamie but of a smaller build. His eyes widen in surprise. "Are they?" His voice is soft.

"Aye. They're Jamie's bairns." Jenny answers.

"I'm yer Uncle Ian, lad, lass. Welcome te ye." Uncle. Aunt. Cousin. A new-found family that Brian had never known he had. He isn't complaining.

——

Brian watches as Laoghaire is ushered out of the Murray household. His sister clings to their mother's, grandmother's, pearls. Brian can see she's shaken by Laoghaire's words.

He sees the young girl who followed her in still standing awkwardly on her own. He flashes a smile at her, hoping to make her feel better and she blushes before scuttling off after Laoghaire. Brian frowns as he watches.

"Poor lass." Jenny remarks. "Te ha' a mother like tha'."

——

Brian and Ellen learn that Mama and Jamie are already in the States. Jenny eagerly shows them letters sent by her brother. Brian gazes with amazement at his- Jamie's words, the man feeling more real than ever.

Jenny and the family welcome Brian and Ellen enthusiastically and encourage them to stay with them for a few days while their travel arrangements are being made.

Their guides down the hall when a painting catches his eye causing Ellen to let out a startled noise as she bumps into him, but he doesn't take any notice as he gazes upon the portrait. Brian has seen this portrait on a school trip. Two hundred years from now, he will stand in the National Gallery of London and look at the same portrait.

"That's yer grandmother, Ellen." Jenny speaks. His grandmother's portrait still hanging in a museum two hundred years from now. Knowing that she will endure like that is fitting.

"Amazing talent." Ellen remarks.

"Aye. She painted it herself." Jenny tells them.

Brian grins at his sister. "That's where you got your talent for art."

Jenny looks at her eagerly. "Yer paint?"

Ellen blushes. "Draw mostly."

Jenny grabs Ellen's arm and pulls her along as she talks all about her mother's talent. Ellen glances over her shoulder at Brian who just gives her a grin.

——

Brian learns that Young Jamie, who's married with a few children, isn't his only cousin. There's also Maggie whom Brian re-meets in the days they stay at Lallybroch as well as Kitty, both married with children. There's Michael, who's in France working for a family-run wine business and married, and there's Janet as well. Sadly, one of his cousins, Caitlin, died soon after her birth. His aunt sombrely shows him her birth and death recorded in the family bible. Young Ian, the youngest, isn't here as he is actually in the colonies with Brian and Ellen's parents.

Their Uncle Ian eagerly shows them around Lallybroch. The sheep and potatoes. He tells them it was Mama's idea to plant them, and it kept them from starving more than once. He says it was also her urging to eat leafy green vegetables that he still has most of his teeth. Brian feels proud of his mother.

Ian even suggests that Lallybroch might rightfully be Brian's. Ellen immediately dismisses the notion, insisting that it belongs to the Murrays and that they only came to find their parents.

Brian nods along. He knows Ellen isn't eager to stay in this world, she just wants to warn their parents and go. Brian on the other hand is feeling more comfortable in this world than he has ever felt in the 20th.

——

The day before they leave, Jenny gets pulled away for a birth but is able to return to see them off.

Jenny smiles, briefly turning to her nephew and niece as she embraces both of them in turn tightly.

"Tell Young Ian te write a letter every once in a while, if ye dinnae mind." She asks, holding their elbows, with great care.

Brian grins. "Of course."

He's genuinely sorry that they're not staying, he wishes he could stay longer and get to know his lost family, but they need to get on. They need to find Mama and Jamie.

——

A/N: Jamie won't be appearing in the next one but he'll be in the one after that!

Please leave comments on how you're enjoying this story and what you think.

#outlander