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quindolyn · 3 years

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can you write a james potter smut with a lot of choking, hair pulling and degradation :))

Patience Pays Off || James Potter

Word Count: 3834

A/N: I haven’t written in forever but this was for @randomoutsiders because it’s her birthday today. I know that I’m posting this after midnight her time but it’s still 9 here so I’m still celebrating Isa’s birthday. I love you baby. I’m still getting the hang of dom Jamie because in my head he’s my little sub and I have a hard time as seeing him as anything but the softest dom so this isn’t perfect

Warnings: rough sex, degradation, face slapping, spanking, dumbification, slapping reader’s tits, I think that’s it?

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You were proud of yourself for making it through the entirety of the day without a major incident, since your first class of the day a fire had been burning in your belly, beginning as a mere flame before erupting into a blazing wildfire. Consuming you from the inside out.

The littlest thing made the fire burn hotter and brighter, the way James’ muscles flexed under his uniform as he walked through the hallways, shoulders back and arm around your waist like he owned the place.

You couldn’t help but whimper, catching a glimpse of his toned abdomen as he stretched his arms upwards, loosening himself up after being hunched over a desk all day. You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest watching his hand grip his quill, jotting down notes in his sloppy handwriting.

All you could think about was how many better things we could do with those hands, how wasted they were on Transfiguration.

You couldn’t bear the thought of having to sit through dinner, watching his hands flex as he shoveled food from his plate into his mouth, eyes trained on his lips as he licked them clean of the remnants of his meal. It sounded like hell, but when you’d tugged on his sleeve right before the two of you entered the Great Hall, murmuring into his shoulder about how you just wanted to go up to his dorm you’d been shot down.

Knowing why you were so desperate to escape up to his dorm James simply told you to be patient as he tugged you into the hall, quickly ushering you over to your usual seat with his best friends and roommates.

The whole endeavor had been just as hellish as it had sounded and by the time James was leading you up the stairs to his dorm, Remus and Sirius having disappeared to the Astronomy tower together.

As the door latched behind you you threw yourself at James’ chest, grappling for his shoulders as you smeared your forehead against his strong shoulder.

“Daddy,” You mewled, feeling your pussy throb at the very feeling of his body under your hands as you dug your fingers into his shoulders.

James’ deep chuckle sounded from above you and you could feel the vibrations against your head, “Someone’s needy,” His large hand reached up, his fingers combing through your hair before anchoring themselves up towards the root of your hair.

Using his hold on you he pulled your head backward so that you were forced to peer up at him, eyes wide and hazy from hours of being teased. Tears were beginning to well in your eyes as the sexual frustration of the day began to wash over you.

“M’not needy,” You whimpered, pushing yourself into him because even though you were pressed together it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“No baby? Not needy?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as hazel eyes held yours, the very feeling of his eyes on you had you squirming.

“No Daddy, not needy,” You insisted.

What succeeded that was so abrupt that you almost didn’t register it but James lifted his hand, bringing it down against the side of your face, pulling a pathetic whine from you as the pain from his hand blossomed across your face. Instinctively you brought your hand up to soothe the warming flesh of your cheek but James caught your wrist before you could get too far.

“Don’t lie to me slut,” He growled, eyes darkening as he gazed down at you, said gaze hardening considerably,

“That hurt,” You sniffed but the boy paid you no mind.

“You’ve been needy for me all day, spent all of Charms hanging off my arm, ready to take my cock right there where everyone would’ve seen you. But you were too needy to even think about that.”

You felt shame pool in the pit of your belly at his statement, because no matter how much you’d try to deny it he was right. You would’ve let him take you right there if he wanted to. You could hear James’ voice ring through your head, Daddy’s needy girl.

“Am I wrong baby?” He asked almost like he could read your mind.

You shook your head but quickly remembered that you were to answer him verbally, “No Daddy, you’re not wrong.”

“There we go,” He cooed, bringing his thumb to the seal of your lips before pushing past it and letting his thumb rest against the flat of your tongue. You began sucking on the digit the second it landed on your tongue, humming around his finger as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Eyes open,” Your eyes were startled open as his rough fingers pinched at your clothed nipple through your uniform top and bra.

James was silent as he let his eyes drag over your form, face open and pleading, your chest was heaving from the effort it took not to collapse onto the floor, your legs looking like they were about to buckle as your trembling knees knocked against each other.

“Were you horny all day baby?” He wondered as though the idea had just dawned on him.

You nodded, James' finger still lodged in your mouth before he slipped it out, wiping it clean not on his clothes but the material of your skirt.

“On the bed bunny, and get all these pesky clothes off, I want my pretty whore naked for me.”

You scrambled to comply with his command, fingers clumsily pulling buttons through their respective holes before shrugging the garment off your shoulders allowing it to land somewhere on the floor around you. Your bra quickly followed and having already shed your footwear that left you only in the uniform skirt that had ridden up your thighs to the point where it was useless, barely even covering your panty clad pussy much less your ass.

You didn’t dare glimpse up at James to silently plead for help, knowing it would only ensure more mocking and teasing and you weren’t quite sure if you would be able to stand it. Instead, you stayed struggling with the difficult clasp at the top of the skirt’s zipper, slippery fingers struggling with the small hook.

“What? Can’t get it undone pretty baby?” James asked you from where he stood at the foot of the bed, you stood to the left of the mattress, brows furrowed as your head was dropped to examine the hook.

Your eyes flashed upwards, meeting James’ lust clouded gaze, hazel eyes trained on your face, he was doing little, if anything, to mask the sly smirk forming on his face from watching you fumble uselessly.

“It’s hard,” You insisted, quickly returning your eyes to the task at hand.

“I’m sure it is when you’re a dumb baby.”

“M’not dumb!” You raised your head in indignation, glaring at the boy who stood there as cockily as ever.

“What was that?” His tone was harder than it had been mere seconds ago, the cocky smile slipping from his lips, “Who do you think you are, talking back?”

“You called me dumb Daddy,” You mumbled pathetically, casting your head down as the boy approached you, meeting your smaller figure in only a few strides, “And m’not,” Your voice stalled as your eyes lifted to meet the somber look on James’ face, “M’not dumb.”

James’ following silence was worse than any physical punishment he could dole out to you, the longer you stood there, eyes locked on James’, the louder your heartbeat became in your head.

“Not dumb, huh? Then why is your skirt still fucking on? Did I say you could stop?”

At his words, your eyes dropped back down to the clasp where you found your fingers had stilled, almost shaking due to the intensity of his stare but no longer working on the task you’d been assigned.

Your fingers began to twitch again, trying to figure out the complicated clasp (though it was really only complicated thanks to the fog that had seemed to settle over your mind) but before you could make any progress the piece of fabric was torn from your waist with a force that had you reeling.

You could barely register the stinging along the skin of your waist and hips, all you knew was that there was a rush of slick flooding your pussy at James’ impressive show of strength.

“Fucking useless,” The dark haired boy murmured, “Have to do everything myself.” As the words tumbled from his lips his large hands found the mounds of your breasts, squeezing them to the precipice where pain overrode pleasure.

It took everything you had in you to not let your head tip back at the stimulation and let out the most pathetic whine. Knowing James would only use it as fuel was the only thing that kept you contained.

“Can get your panties off can’t you?” His right hand trailed down your form before encountering the waistband of said underwear, slipping a finger underneath it to pull the strap away from your hip before letting go and letting it snap back against your skin.

The contact stung but not enough for you to argue it with him, having wanted him all day you needed him, and you needed him now. Not even the wanting to voice your disdain for his action was going to get in the way of that.

“Yes, Daddy,” You murmured obediently, sliding the panties down your hips before stepping out of them. A swift pat on the ass had you scampering onto the bed where you positioned yourself on your knees, hands clasped in your lap as you awaited James’ instruction

“Look at you,” The brunette muttered, a strong finger catching under the curve of your chin and using it to direct your visage upwards towards his, “On your knees for me like you know you’re supposed to be.”

“S’because I’m your good girl,” You mewled, trying to lean into James’ touch, seeking the comfort that came with it but sensing your intentions James quickly pulled his hand back, leaving you desperate for him to touch you.

Your thirst for said touch was quickly satisfied when he gripped your jaw in his hand, pushing your cheeks together, your lips forced out into a pout. You were sure that the grip he had on you was melding bruises into the side of your voice but you couldn’t summon the energy to care.

You were embarrassed to admit that the rough hold James had on you sent a tingle down your spine, a familiar throbbing in your pussy.

“Gonna see how good for me you can actually be,” With those words James pushed your shoulders back onto the bed where you landed with a soft thud, straightening out your legs so that James could grab ahold of your ankles and wind them around his waist, pulling closer to you to trail his lips up the length of your torso. Leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses until he came to your tits, pinching each nipple between his fingers.

He delighted in the little whine you let out at that, using it as an invitation to roll the rosy buds between his fingers before palming your breasts, his large hands engulfing them. James groped the flesh before releasing your tits from his hold, an involuntary whimper leaving your lips at the lack of stimulation before he brought the palms of his hands down against them, smacking them harder than he had your face.

“Fuck,” You breathed, attempting to clench your thighs together but met by the resistance of James’ hips positioned between them.

“Watch your mouth,” James scolded absentmindedly as he returned his mouth to your body, sucking hues of yellow and blue and purple into the soft skin before soothing the marks with his tongue. This gentle touch immediately followed by him nipping harshly at the forming bruises was jarring, jarring enough to have you bucking up into his hips.

“Daddy please,” You’d had enough of the teasing touches and mocking smiles, you’d had enough of it all except for the one thing you really needed, his cock.

“Use your words slut, tell me what you want.”

“Want you please, want your cock. Need it so bad Daddy, so so bad,” You begged unabashedly, scratching your fingernails along his shoulder blades as you tried to pull him closer and closer to you.

“Desperate little cockwhore, want my cock so badly,” James grinned as he pushed himself off both you and the bed, peering down at your frame as he made quick work of the belt of his buckle. The clinking of metal was music to your ears and enough to have you propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him as he disrobed, shedding his clothes faster than any human reasonably should be able to.

Your mouth dropped open as James shed his last piece of clothing, inching his boxers down his muscled thighs until the length of his cock was able to pop out, escaping the restraints of the underwear.

Though he hadn’t been letting on, his prick was all you needed to see to know he was as turned on as you were, just much better at hiding it. A good 8 inches in length his cock stood proud and tall, already engorged with blood the tip was a pretty rose color that seemed to be darkening by the second and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the very sight of it.

James took immense pleasure in watching your face as he worked his fist up and down his length, relishing in the way your eyes darkened considerably every time the head poked out the top of his fist.

“Hands and knees for me pretty slut,” You pushed yourself into the requested position, arching your back like you knew James would want you to, making sure to push your ass as far up into the air as possible.

You inhaled sharply as you felt the mattress shift, knowing that it was James settling in behind you you felt your pulse speed up, the anticipation was palpable as James smeared the leaking head of his cock over the globes of your ass.

“My whore, letting me rub my cock on her ass, making her all sticky and messy,” James punctuated his remark with a slap to your ass, though not the first time his hands had come down against you that night it for certain came with the most force behind it. You jolted forward at the impact before quickly sliding back into your position.

You could feel the blood rushing to your ass as it warmed under James’ hand which was now rubbing the afflicted area in attempts to soothe the skin. All efforts were in vain though when the hand was drawn back once again and brought down on almost the exact same spot.

This time he managed to pull a strangled gasp from you, the pain only contributing to the heat beginning to boil in the pit of your belly.

“Please,” You whined, arching your back even more and pushing your ass up against James, needing for him to relent and fill you up like you knew he could, “I’m done being patient I just need you.”

“Like you were ever patient, to begin with.”

“I was, I spent all day waiting for you to get up so you could fuck me and-”

Your bratty words had gotten you just what you wanted, James cut you off mid sentence as he pushed his cock into you, not even easing himself in he simply impaled you on his member. Hands found your hips and pulled you back to meet his so that your ass was still high in the air and he could be as deep inside of you as possible.

“Happy now you fucking cockslut? Happy now that Daddy’s fucking his pretty pussy?”

“Y-yes Daddy, your pussy” You stuttered out as the force of James’ thrusts dropped you down from your hands to your elbows, your hair tumbling in front of your face and effectively obscuring your vision.

This issue was quickly fixed as you felt James tug you up by your hair, using it to stabilize himself as he thrusted in and out of your ribbed walls. The friction his movement provided felt incredible, accompanied by the feeling of being full of his cock had the pleasure in your belly continuing to simmer.

If the distinctly wet sound of your pussy was any indicator you were absolutely soaked, James’ rough handling of you only reminding you how big and strong your boyfriend really was, how if he wanted to he could break you.

The pleasure in your belly was building quickly, with every sound of skin slapping against skin you felt your pussy ache, no matter that you were already stuffed full of his cock already. You needed more, you always needed more of him.

“Slutty bunny,” James grunted as he planted his hands on your hips to hold you into place as he lifted his hips, able to reach deeper and deeper inside of you, “Such a whore for my cock, drooling over me all day. Is this what you wanted baby? Wanted Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes! S’what I wanted, feels so good.”

“Of course it does, cock sluts just need to be full of Daddy’s cock, is that what you want bunny?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You screamed as you felt yourself being pushed further and further towards the edge of orgasm. Dancing dangerously close to the precipice of pleasure, so close you risked cumming without permission, and after hours and hours of desperation, you couldn’t afford to disappoint him.

“Can feel you clenching around me slutty girl, you feel so fucking good around me, it’s like you were made for my cock.”

“I was Daddy, was made for your cock,” You were ready to say anything you needed to in order to get James’ permission to cum. Having abandoned all embarrassment, all shame, you didn’t care how much of a fool you’d make of yourself you just needed to cum.

“That’s right slutty baby, you wanna cum? You wanna cum for Daddy?”

His offer was enough to have you squealing if you weren’t gasping for breath with every powerful thrust, but you summoned the breath from within you to speak just a few simple words, “Yes please, wanna cum, let me cum please Daddy, have needed to cum all day I need it I need it please.”

Taking pity on you due to the desperation conveyed through your words James grunted his assent as he continued pistoning in and out of you. Eyes clenched as he felt your walls spasm around him, not wanting to cum quite yet.

You released a string of curses as you allowed yourself to tip over the edge of pleasure, putting up no resistance as it swallowed you in your entirety. You felt warmth rush through your every nerve as you became painfully aware of every sound and texture around you.

The sounds of James’ low moans, the feeling of the silky sheets against your swaying breasts, the heat that emanated from your partner’s palms which had found sanctuary on the small of your back. It was like it was all sharpened to maximize the pleasure already coursing through your body, the feeling of James still moving in and out of you was intoxicating as your vision began to white over.

The briefly sharpened senses faded, the noise in the room seemed to quiet to a low hum as you came down from your orgasm. But relief wasn’t what you were met with, instead it was James, still buried balls deep inside of you, allowing you to ride out your orgasm completely around his cock.

“Made such a fucking mess,” To prove his point James’ fingers dipped into the slick that had gathered at the apex of your thighs. Bringing the cum covered hand up he swiped the wetness off onto your back, adoring the way you looked covered in your own release.

“Thank you, Daddy,” You blubbered, “Thank you for letting me cum.”

“Not quite done bunny,” James expertly flipped you from your knees onto your back, eyes watching hungrily as your tits bounced, nipples still hard from him playing with them earlier, “Daddy hasn’t cum yet, thinking I’m gonna cum on your pretty tits, look so hot when they bounce for me.”

Once you were settled in on your back James resumed his movements in and out of your cunt, he too was quickly approaching his release and the feeling of you around him was absolutely heavenly.

“So fucked out for me baby,” James grunted as his right hand found your throat, long fingers curling around your neck easily before squeezing lightly, watching the way your eyes went wide, “Stupid slut’s dumb on my cock. Giving you what you asked for and you’re too dumb to even try to work for it, I’ve gotta do all the work.”

You whined out at his degradation, squirming underneath him as his assault on your cunt overstimulated you to the brink of a second orgasm.

“G-gonna cum again Daddy,” You warned him, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overwhelmed each of your senses. Even the room reeked of sex.

“Are you there baby? Gonna cum twice before Daddy’s even cum once, greedy little thing,” James squeezed harder on your throat to the point where your mind became even fuzzier and a new sort of cloud settled over your mind. Just as the fuzz was beginning to get to be too much he released his hold on your throat.

Feeling himself approach orgasm James pulled out of your pussy, his hand quickly finding his cock and pumping it up and down as quickly as his wrist would allow him.

“Gonna cum on your tits baby, gonna cum all over your titties,” He moaned as he straddled your waist, continuing to work his cock in his hand.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” You closed your eyes as rope after rope of hot, white cum was shot across your tits, a few landing higher up on your body decorating your neck and one even reaching the side of your cheek.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

You whined as the cum decorated your skin, making you even more pathetic looking than you already were.

“My slutty baby looks so pretty covered in my cum,” James smirked, collecting a line of cum off your chest on his finger before bringing the digit to your already parted lips. You dutifully sucked the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before he pulled it from the warm cavity.

“M’not slutty,” You insisted.

“No? What kinda good girl lets her Daddy cum all over her then?”

You were silent, too gone to even begin to pick that fight.

“That’s right like I said, you’re my dumb slut.”

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lady-o-ren · 3 years

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My Dearest Disaster

Claire's on her knees, banging her head against the door of her flat, muttering, "Bloody. Fucking. Hell" with each bruising thump.

Her key has broken in the lock.

And there's only one person who can hear and help her at 1 AM.

Jamie Fraser, her neighbor, opens his door. Red hair thoroughly disheveled, wearing a rumpled grey shirt and plaid sleep trousers.

Their eyes meet. Both ringed with fatigue. And a long miserable groan leaves both their lips.

They've been here before.

He debates leaving her there in the hallway, just shutting his door and climbing back to bed. But something he's yet to figure out keeps him rooted where he stands. Makes him rake his hands over his face and through his hair.

"What is it this time, Sassenach?"

Claire hesitates to answer but she's got nowhere to go. It's late and every friend of hers is either too far away, or shagging Tom Christie (damn you Geillie!).

She sighs. "My key. It broke in the lock."

She holds two pieces out for him to see and her neighbor mutters beneath his breath, "Fer fucks sake. . ." Before going back inside.

He comes back with a pair of pliers and cocks his scruffy chin at her.

"Ye ken the rule. 6 ft from me. Always and more."

Claire rolls her eyes.

"Honestly, Fraser."

Jamie promptly turns back into his flat.

"Fine!" She agrees, and leans against the opposite wall, hands behind her back, lips pursed.

Satisfied, Jamie gets on his knees in front of her door and begins to fiddle with the lock, eyes squinting in the harsh overhead light .

"How can a wee lass like you break a key in three places. It's like it's welded in there."

"I didn't plan on breaking it," she argues back, puffing at a curl wandering towards her mouth.

He looks over his shoulder, eyes dark and narrowed.

"No, ye're just a walking bad omen," he says and it's all Claire can do to not whack him over his big ginger head.

She hadn't always felt this way though. And neither had he.

Back when Claire first moved in, she thought Jamie Fraser had been sent to her from a dream. He was tall and terribly handsome, with warm-hearted eyes of brightest sky blue, and a boyish smile that made her stomach do flips. Her heart to thrum and race.

He'd offered to help carry her boxes inside, seeing her struggle to balance their weight. She of course said yes, wishing she had at least brushed her hair or had worn a clean shirt. Could stop smiling like an idiot.

But one step towards her and he was on the ground, gripping his ankle having tripped over nothing but the air. Claire had tried to help him up, had tried to asses his injury. . .

But that made matters only worse and Jamie ended up in the hospital with not only a sprained ankle but a busted wrist too.

Feeling guilty, Claire had asked him over for dinner. Offered to cook whatever he liked or order his favorite takeout. He had agreed on the condition she'd stop her apologizing.

It was just a fluke what happened to him, he assured her. She wasn't to blame. And he'd be the one bringing her his favorite curry.

So there amid the boxes, Jamie sat at her kitchen table, ankle wrapped, his wrist in a brace . . . and a bright red scratch on his cheek from her kitten Adso. Only five months old and wicked to the bone.

But still he had taken it in stride and joked with her until she set their plates with curry hot and steaming. . .

And the second the fork touched his tongue it had swollen like a slug and he was back at the hospital.

Twice in one day.

Both wondered what the hell was going on.

But disaster hadn't stopped there.

Anytime they were in the same flat lift it would break down on the spot and Jamie would end up covered in hives, a prayer for mercy on his lips.

If they met in the stairwell trying to avoid one another (which they had by unspoken agreement), Jamie would inevitably trip or slip and end up bruised or broken or sprained.

And now a year in of knowing one another, he didn't even need to be looking at Claire to know she was near, like a rash he could feel her presence and try to run but it was always too late.

He feels that itch now along his neck in warning.

His heart pulsing just thinking about her just behind him.

But at last Jamie pulls out the last piece of the key with a triumphant, "HA!" And tosses the broken piece her way.

Claire says thank you as he gets up to leave and means it. Truly. He can hear it in her voice. Soft as when she first spoke to him and said, Hullo.

Jamie then sees her scrubs for the first time beneath her long coat and realizes she's only just come home from a shift at the hospital. She was a nurse wasn't she? He tries to remember, feeling a spike of guilt for speaking so harshly with her.

"Of course, Sassenach. Just make sure to lock yer door tonight, aye?"

She scoffs at being treated like a child but holds her tongue, at least this once. He's trying to be kind. Thoughtful too. She can hear it in his voice. Almost like when he first spoke to her and said Hello.

"I will," she says, and they shuffle away from one another in a practiced dance.

Jamie waits for her to go into her flat first, waits to hear the metal clank, locking into place and sighs.

There was once a time he thought Claire Beauchamp to be the best thing to come into his life.

Why did it have to go wrong?

Why did he always have to risk life and limb around her?

With that last thought, gaze lingering on her door, Jamie turns around to go back into his flat but knocks his face into his closed door instead.

Breaking his nose.

"Bloody Fecking Hell!"

A/N: I wrote this drabble like 2 yrs ago as a modern version of my first fic. I think the idea was that Laoghaire cursed Jamie to never be with his true love or face certain death (so anytime he's near Claire). So it's not Claire that's cursed but Jamie.

Also I'm shit with naming things. If you gotta better title hit me with it.

#jamie x claire #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #drabble nonsense #outlander

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lholland14 · 3 years

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Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? (Jill Roord x Reader)

Jill Jamie Roord rarely got jealous. She knows Y/n is hers and only hers. Besides who in the world could possibly be an upgrade from her.

It was December 20th when Jill and Y/n boarded the flight to Oldenzaal, Netherlands to spend Christmas with her family. Not only was it Jill's first time home for Christmas, but it was also Y/n's first time meeting Jill's family.

~~~

When we finally landed Jill bounced up from her seat grinning, energized by the smell of the Dutch air. While she was excited to come home, I was dreading it.

Let's get things straight, I'm from Spain I speak Spanish, and English not Dutch. My girlfriend's family is Dutch. I don't know Dutch. I- ugh. This is going to suck.

As we drove to her home Jill pointed out landmarks, her favourite places, and just places in general. I could see her brimming delight at the prospect of seeing her family after so long.

~~~

When we finally arrived she bounded to there front door and didn't even knock twice before an older man opened the door with a smile.

"Dad!" Jill shouted hugging the man I presumed was her father

"Jill! Hallo, hoe gaat het? "Jill! Hello, how are you?"

"Ik voel me goed." "I'm good"

I awaited awkwardly for Jill to be finished greeting her dad so she could introduce me, but along came to boys bonding out the door.

They both looked very similar to Jill, so I guessed they were her brothers Jill told me so much about. The one with the moustache (who I presumed was to be Davy) hugged Jill and proceeded into conversation, the other brother, Boyd, walked over to me.

"So, you must be Y/n" He grinned sticking out his hand.

As I shook it I matched his grin and replied "You must be Boyd"

~~~

It was December 22th when Y/n was fully accepted by the Roord's. However Jill wasn't as pleased as she thought she would have been, it all started in the morning, or rather at 3am

~~~

I couldn't sleep. No matter how perfectly perfect my body temperature, no matter how comforting Jill's hand was around my waist was, I couldn't sleep. And it all because it was snowing, lightly, beautifully, like a perfect winters day. I had to go out and see it.

I put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and quietly walked out the door, only to run into Boyd.

He cursed as he dropped some of his hot chocolate he was holding onto my sweatshirt.

"Schijten" He cursed. As he tried to dabb at the already stained shirt I stopped him since I knew it was useless.

He sighed and looked at me apologetically before offering his own sweatshirt.

"Here," He handed me his own sweatshirt, but when I tried to refuse he continued speaking "Take it. It's only fair since I ruined your sweatshirt."

I thanked him and put it on. We were both silent until I made an offer that I presume would cause this whole debacle.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

He grinned before taking my hand and walked quickly to the door.

~~~

It was around 6 when we decided to actually build a snowman. We called him Billy, because Boyd liked the name.

After we created Billy we sat in the snow just talking, telling stories, spilling the tea on Jill.

Not noticing Jill had walked outside looking for me.

~~~

Jill's prov

When I walked outside I was worried until, I saw how close Boyd was to my girlfriend.

They were laughing, Y/n looked happy. Suddenly all the self doubt I had when we started dating resurfaced.

Was I enough?

Is she happy with me?

Would she be happier with someone else?

I simply tapped Y/n's shoulder to direct her to the door, since I knew she must be freezing. Maybe that's why Boyd had his arm around her.

She was cold. Thats all. She doesn't like him, she loves me.

I hope she still loves me.

The self doubt rose as Y/n sped her way around me to walk with Boyd while chatting with Davy.

~~~

It was December 24th when Y/n was getting the cold shoulder from her girlfriend. She thought it couldn't get any worse, but noooo it did. This time it all started at night or rather in the late evening.

~~~

I unlike many people I throughly enjoyed being in the kitchen. I loved to bake, but my true passion was cooking. I enjoyed it because no matter what you always get a result, and sometimes the result may vary, from burnt cakes to light Mac-n-Cheese.

Turns out Davy just happened to share my passion. So if someone shares your passion, its only reasonable to do that passion together.

So we decided to cook for the family. We kicked everyone out of the kitchen (except for Boyd because he wanted to help) and got ready. Of course we needed ingredients so Boyd and I went shopping together.

After an hour of kinda shopping and more joking around we came back to the house to start cooking.

Finally after a couple of hours and almost burning the house down thanks to Boyd, everything was ready. We made the rest of the family sit down while we presented the food.

While we ate Davy told me all about his girlfriend and Boyd joked that if Jill doesn't marry me soon he might. Jill abruptly left after that comment.

She later told me it was just because she was tired, but I didn't believe her.

~~~

It was December 25th when Y/n finally figured out the problem. This time it all started at promptly at 3pm.

~~~

"Whats wrong with you?"

Jill turned at the sharp voice of her younger brother Boyd.

"Nothing." She replied quietly

"No Jillie. I know you, why are being so distant to Y/n?"

"Just leave me alone."

"Did Y/n do something?"

Abruptly Jill turned around in order to face Boyd. He shrunk back when he saw the anger in her eyes.

"We're not having this conversation."

"Why not?" He replied starting to become angry. He had grown close to the kind girl and felt like an older brother towards her.

She scoffed "Why don't you have this conversation with Y/n? You two seem close."

"Wait a minute," His eyes widened as he understood the root of the problem "You're blaming me?"

"Of course I blame you!" She argued "You're the one that is stealing Y/n away from me."

Just as Boyd was about to argue back Y/n came in the room. She looked terrible, like she hadn't been sleeping there were also tear stain under her eyes as well. I looked over at Jill and saw her entire facade start to crumble.

Immediately she pulled Y/n into her room and shut the door.

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Y/n prov

Jill gently pulled me into our room, shut the door then walked me over to the side of the bed for me to sit down. After I sat she went to the bathroom to get a cool wet clothe to wipe my face.

All this was done in silence as I stared at her while she gently wiped my face.

Finally I decided to speak up.

"You okay

"I'm fine," Jill replied, but you knew she wasn't.

Jill always said she was fine, but you could see past that. Whenever she was angry their became a paradox between her personalties. Usually she was sweet and extroverted, when she was angry she became introverted and snarky.

Sure you got angry with each other but the only difference was, Jill would act on her emotions. You were the rational one in the relationship, she was usually emotional but you could always figure out why. This time however, you were completely and utterly complexed.

You still didn't understand that she was scared of losing you, even more than you were scared of losing her. You thought she knew that you were hers and only hers.

"No it isn't. Jill, please something is obviously bothering you," I pleaded and Jill sighed. "Just talk to me! Please."

"Fine," Jill sat on the ground in front of me and you gave her a little smile. "Um, okay, I want, no I need you to know that I love you," She started, stumbling over her words. "You know that I'm yours and only yours. I'd like to think that you're mine, but sometimes I get insecure. You're this amazing person and player. You're smart, kind and everyone loves you, but that's the problem I guess. Everyone loves you. Everyone." She admitted. "It's just hard. Sharing you like that."

Finally she stopped ranting and stared at me. The silence thickened as I thought about what to say, then I decided to do something that didn't involve talking and was Jill's favourite pastime.

I kissed her. I kissed her like I was leaving for a year. I kissed her like she won the world cup. I kissed her.

"I promise you that there hasn't been a day that I stopped loving you, that I stopped wanting you. I promise you that no matter what you have always stayed in my head since the first time I played eyes on you. You are mine, and I am yours. Thats it, I will always choose you, no matter the time, the place, the situation. I. Choose. You." I told Jill when we parted.

She grinned before climbing into me lap to kiss me again.

"Besides you were the main topic of conversation." I admitted to Jill

She looked at me before looking outside again "Its still snowing out. Do you wanna build a snowman?"

#jill roord #woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #jill roord imagine #jill roord x reader

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ao3fromthevault · 3 years

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A big message and just my ramblings about writing Illicit Affairs as well as my gratitude for a huge milestone under the cut:

Hi all!

So, where do I even begin?

Illicit Affairs hit 1000 kudos on ao3, and I’m sitting here with my mouth wide open, not quite believing that people from all over the world actually sit there and read my stuff? And not just read but.. like it, add to the bookmarks, and some readers (I know that) recommend the story to their friends. Unbelievable. Wow. Grateful is an understatement.

Little did I know I would reach this milestone when I posted the first chapter, scared to death. (And still scared everytime I post a chapter!) Or when, deeply heartbroken, I was this 🤏 close to deleting the whole thing after receiving nothing but hate for the chapter I thought was my best. (I bet you know that story). But my friends, who knew I was writing Illicit Affairs and who are still supporting and rooting for me, told me to disable the comments and continue writing the fic the way I wanted to write it. And so I did, and here I am - still writing it.

Only recently I found happiness and joy in writing again. And I’m so proud of myself. I love my characters with all their imperfections and bad doings. I enjoy making these little moodboards, and go through my playlist to find a name for the next chapter. And I love it when I wake up and see a message here from one of my readers, since the tumblr askbox is the only place to leave feedback now. And I smile and squee when I get support, and it makes my heart flutter.

But at the same time I’m still vulnerable, still insecure, still doubting myself sometimes. Because no matter how many kudos or hits your story receives, no matter how much love and support you get, there will always be that one comment/remark/question that would make you regret you even started writing the story in the first place.

I said it already in the very beginning, and I’m gonna say it again - Illicit Affairs is an OOC story (out of character) and I’m aware of that, I’m aware that this is not really canon characters, and some actions are not what Jamie and Claire from the books-show would do. So what? :) Is it the only story in the fandom where the characters are not themselves and do the things you don’t expect them to do? Like, when they are teenagers, when Claire is never a doctor or Jamie’s parents are alive?

I knew from day one that I wanted to write an unusual and unpredictable story, and I’m writing it. And judging by the amount of likes and hits, people are enjoying it? Like, still enjoying it.

I know, I’m aware of the fact that some may find this particular story triggering, that it may hit home or awaken the old wounds. And I’m sorry for that, it’s not and never has been my intention to hurt anybody with my fictional story. Because, believe it or not, this story is personal to me as well. But, the rules are simple here, and they never changed: don’t like - don't read.

I know that we as authors shouldn’t pay attention to hate. But it’s easier to say than to do. Because it hurts when you spend hours/days on a chapter, and you post it and then there’s a simple “I hate this storyline” or “Jamie/Claire/insert any other character name/ is horrible in this story,” etc that just kills all everything. Guys, it may surprise you, but this is not what an author expects to hear after working hard on a chapter, okay? ❤️

This may be a newsflash for you, but writing a fic is bloody difficult. Yes, it is difficult when you sit and write and rewrite sentences over and over for hours until you make them perfect, when you google phrases and grammar because English is not your first language, when you either have zero ideas in mind for weeks, or have 33 ideas that don’t correlate with each other.

It’s not easy. But we keep doing that. Why? Our fics are our babies, and we share them with you - readers. And even when it gets difficult, we take a break, and still write our stories. We love our babies, and we don’t drop our babies. Even sometimes when I’m not happy with a chapter, positive feedback from a friend or a random reader makes me think it was all worth it.

I believe that this post is not only my way to express gratitude for 1k kudos (I never write for the numbers anyways, I’m still shocked), but also my way to address those people who leave hateful and judgmental comments. Please think twice or thrice before you say what you think you have all the rights to say.

When I see fellow authors deal with negativity and hate, I can’t help but think why do these people who admire Outlander and its characters so much, and most likely admire the actors as well, learn absolutely nothing from them? Why do you spit and spread hate? Why do you make authors feel like shit? Why?

This is definitely something to think about.

As much as I don't want the story to end, I will have to. And once I post the last chapter (I feel like crying just thinking about it) I will enable the comments.

Congratulations, you are still reading this post. Thank you so much for your time.

And thank you for your support!

xoxo

#outlander #outlander fanfiction #my ramblings #you dont have to read or agree #this is just something I had on my mind for so long lol

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kithri00 · 3 years

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A List of Reasons That I'm Obsessed With John and Jamie's Relationship:

Fraser inhaled through his nose, seeming to swell with it. "Draw on me and be damned," he said contemptuously. "Armed or no, ye canna master me." "You think not? I tell you," Grey said, and fought so hard to control the fury in his voice that it emerged as no more than a whisper, "I tell you, sir--were I to take you to my bed--I could make you scream. And by God, I would do it."

The road was narrow, and they jostled against each other now and then, blinded between the dark wood and the brilliance of the rising moon. He could hear Jamie's breath, or thought he could-it seemed part of the soft wind that touched his face. He could smell Jamie, smell the musk of his body, the dried sweat and dust in his clothes, and felt suddenly wolflike and feral, longing changed to outright hunger. He wanted. Master me, he thought, breathing deep, or shall I your master be?……...Distracted by the vision of amphibians in their thousands locked in slime-wrapped sexual congress amid the dark waters, he caught his foot in a root and fell heavily. Fraser, close beside, felt him go and grabbed him, catching him round the middle and jerking him upright again. "Are ye all right?" he asked, low-voiced, his breath warm on Grey's cheek

"Her Grace says that ye did it for the sake of your friendship with me," Fraser said at last, quietly. "And I am inclined to think her right."

"I shall probably want you to the day I die"

Then, as though suddenly making up his mind to it, (Jamie) stepped forward and bending down, cupped Grey's face between his hands. Grey felt the big hands warm on the skin of his face, light and strong as the brush of an eagle's feather, and then Jamie Fraser's soft wide mouth touched his own. There was a fleeting impression of tenderness and strength held in check, the faint taste of ale and fresh-baked bread. Then it was gone, and John Grey stood blinking in the brilliant sun.

Oh, God, John!" he said….Framed in the half-open door was Jamie, head bowed as he pressed Lord John Grey tight in a fervent embrace.

I did not come with the intention of seducing your husband, I assure you," he said. "John!" Jamie's fist struck the table with a force that rattled the teacups

"I have all that man could want," he said quietly. "A place, and honorable work. My wife at my side. The knowledge that my son is safe and well cared for." He looked up then, at Grey. "And a good friend." He reached over, clasped Lord John's hand, and let it go. "I want no more."

"I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I could not forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back."

He does still love you, you know," I said quietly. He nodded, but didn't look at me..."Would you rather he didn't?" He paused, then nodded again. This time, though, he did turn to look at me."I would, aye. For myself. For him, certainly. But for William?" He shook his head, uncertain.

"Ye canna be so close to another," he said finally. "To be within each other, to smell their sweat, and rub the hairs of your body with theirs and see nothing of their soul.

Without hesitation, but with some difficulty-the ring had been worn a long time, and had sunk a little way into the flesh of his finger-he twisted it off and dropped it into Jamie's hand. Fraser's brows rose in astonishment. "This? Are ye sur-" "Take it." He reached out then, and closed Jamie's fingers around it with his own. The contact was fleeting, but his hand tingled, and he closed his own fist, hoping to keep the sensation. "Thank you," Jamie said again, quietly. "It is-my very great pleasure."

He'd lost people before. Some of them dearly loved, more than life itself. But now he'd lost himself.

"I will not mourn him alone tonight."

"Did you regret it?" I asked. "Not taking him up on his offer, I mean?" "Ten thousand times, at the very least," he assured me, breaking into a rueful grin. "At the same time... refusing him was one of the few acts of true nobility to which I would lay claim for myself. It's true, you know," he added, "selflessness does carry its own reward-for if I had taken him, that would have destroyed forever what did exist between us. "To have given him instead the gift of my understanding, hard come by as it was," he added ironically, "left me with his friendship. So I am left with momentary regret on the one hand, but satisfaction on the other. And in the end it was the friendship that I valued most."

"Damn you, neither one of us was making love to the other-we were both f**king you!"

"I'm not bloody sorry!"

#jamie/john #lord john grey #jamie fraser #john x jamie

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marvel-fanfic-writer-8675 · 2 years

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Those Ocean Blues

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, not friends to lovers, mission confessions

Summary: All I need is love challenge by @mculibrary I choose the prompt “You cannot look in his eyes /Because your pulse must not say / What must not be said.” - to be in love, gwendolyn brooks

“Hey team! Everyone get ready, we have a new team member joining us, her name is Y/N, she’ll tell you the rest herself,” Steve explained to the team who he gathered in the main living room. “Is she hot?” Tony asked, while Natasha just scoffed at his comment. “Tony,” Steve warned. “Ugh, fine, I won’t flirt with her, more or less.” “Is that all?” Bucky asked, bored already. “What Tin Man, don’t want to be social?” Bucky rolled his eyes and looked at Steve expectantly. “Buck, please stay to greet her then you can go, alright?” Bucky nodded and went to grab a plum to tide him over.

You were nervous to join the Avengers, who wouldn’t be. The elevator doors just opened and you stood nervously, “ummm, hi, I’m Y/N.” “Hey Y/N! I’m Steve it’s great to meet you!” Steve went around and introduced you to everyone, he went to Bucky last, “and this is James, or Bucky, he’s a super soldier like me.” You smiled and stuck your hand out to shake his but he just stared at you. “So, what’s your powers and stuff?” Nat asked, to try and clear the tension.“Well, I can control plants,” you grew a plant in your hand to demonstrate. “Woah! That’s so cool! And don’t worry about Grumpy over there, he’s like that with everyone.” You smiled at Sam’s words but on the inside you were sad, I mean god he was so attractive, you definitely wanted to get to know him.

~time skip~

It had been a few months and you were friends with all the team except Bucky. That guy with the blue ocean eyes, who always kept his distance no matter how nice you were. You didn’t know but the reason Bucky avoided you was because he couldn’t be in the same room as you without wanting to kiss you. Steve constantly teased him over it, and how much he ‘looooooved you.’

One night, which you couldn’t get to sleep you were up late reading. Then you heard a scream. You knew Bucky had nightmares, but Steve was always there to help, but not tonight. Fury sent Steve on an emergency solo mission so he wasn’t home. You made a split second decision and ran to Bucky’s room.

“Hey, James, wake up, wake up, come on James,” you shook him awake. He started trying to thrash around so you created roots to keep him still. He woke up and freaked out more when he saw he was trapped. You instantly released him, and pulled him into your arms. “Shhh, Jamie, it’s alright, just a nightmare, it’s alright Jamie.” You rubbed his back, and whispered to him reassuringly as his breath steadied.

“Thank you doll, really, I’m sorry you had to see that.” You squeezed him, “James, don’t apologize, we all have nightmares, and I don’t mind, really.”

The next few days were tense. You and Bucky avoiding each other even more. Then Fury sent you two on a mission to collect a flash drive 3 hours away, hidden in a tree. To get there, you had to hike a few miles and drive 2 hours. “Steve! You know I can’t go on a mission with her! I’ll freak!” Bucky was begging Steve to take his place, something would go wrong, he would probably confess his love to you and you would reject him. “Buck, you’ll be fine. You’re going, now go pack you jerk.” Bucky rolled his eyes, “whatever punk.”

“Nat, Wanda, I can’t!” They laughed again, “look Y/N, you’ll be fine, it’s not that bad.” “I can’t even look him in the eyes! How am I going to do a mission alone with him!” “Just do it! What’s so bad about looking him in the eyes?” “If I look at him in the eyes my heart rate increases. He’s a super soldier he can hear that. And my pulse will say, what must not be said.” They looked at you dumbfounded, “bro, that was really poetic, see, you’ll be okay.” You rolled your eyes and left to pack.

“Hey, you ready for this?” “Yeah I guess, you?” You and Bucky were having an awkward conversation and small talk in the car on the way there. You made it to the forest and started the hike. “Woah! Watch out Jamie!” You stopped him from falling face first into the dirt by catching him. It looked like a dip from a salsa dance. You made eye contact with those ocean blues and your heart rate increased. “Uh, thanks doll,” he got up and brushed off the dirt. He heard your heart pick up and thought it was because you didn’t like him. “Yeah, no problem…. Oh! Look, it should be right…. Here it is!” You pulled the drive out of the tree trunk. “Sweet, let’s head home I guess, I’ll hold it if you want.” You passed him the flash drive and you both started the trek home.

“Hey doll,” you looked over at Bucky, “yeah Jamie?” He smiled, god it looked so good, you wished he would smiled more. “Why do you call me Jamie, doll?” “Hmmm, well, I guess as a nickname, like how you call me doll,” you explained, “do you want me to stop or something?” “No, no, no, I uh, I like it doll, and, I like you, well more than like, I, I, I think I love you.” You smiled at his rambling, “I think I love you too Jamie.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss.

The rest was history. He took you out on a date, and another, and lots after that. Steve, and the girls were happy as well. They finally got to see their love sick puppy friends get together.

Tags for the challenge:

@ozarkthedog @thecornerlot @wayward-blonde @adorecevans @a-little-counter-esperanto @sidepartskinnyjeans @mculibrary

#marvel #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fic #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic #mcu all you need is love challenge

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blindbatalex · 3 years

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Here have this carraville university au by the one and only raisin anon ♥

8 am lectures were the absolute worst in Jamie’s ever so humble opinion, conveniently ignoring the fact that he had indeed signed up for it and had little ground to complain. But it didhappen to be a somewhat interesting course, and as advanced courses usually go, the number of students was low, and the professor was roughly five million times more laid back than the freshly graduated doctorates doing the introductory courses for the freshers.

So it sort of made up for it.

And Gary was in it, of course. That most definitely made up for it. And considering how little time they had had together lately, it was a treat in itself. They didn’t actually study the same thing, as Jamie was on sports science, but after developing a somewhat interest in the business side of commercial top-flight sport, he had taken up some extra economics courses and well. Who could blame him if macroeconomics wasn’t as interesting looking at cute boys?

He didn’t particularly like the vast majority of the people there either, to be perfectly honest. Mostly it was kids from wealthy, well-to-do backgrounds, looking to take up positions in some bank or another, recommendation letters most likely written by their daddy and his associates.

But Gary wasn’t like that. He was more clever than most of them, but Jamie could never see him on a stock exchange or in a high ranking executives office. The first lecture in this new environment Jamie had looked around the small auditorium and decided on who looked the least like a rich, posh twat. Gary had fit the bill. And then he had opened his mouth and revealed not only was he from Manchester, but he was also a United fan. So twat, after all, then.

Jamie’s twat, however, it turned out.

Two months into the semester and he was slumped in an armchair in his and Stevie’s shared flat, lamenting his misery in having a crush on a Manc. What would his mother possibly say, her oldest disgracing their proud scouse roots like that? Stevie, for his part, had absolutely zero sympathy and only judgment.

Four months into the semester, he knew he needn’t have worried about his mother. She had smiled and asked if he was happy. Jamie had blushed and mumbled out an embarrassed yeah, trying to not care about his brothers snickering behind him. Gary was invited for dinner the following Sunday and had made Jamie wonder if being charmed by Mancs was perhaps something of a family trait, going by his mother’s giggling. The look she had thrown Jamie as Gary had volunteered to help clean up the dishes was as obvious as it was strict. You better bloody keep this one.

“Pay attention” an elbow hit his ribs, and Jamie snapped back to reality, to the voice of his professor droning on and on, drawing up something or the other on the blackboard, and a group of bleary-eyed students trying to seem more or less alert and interested.

“I was. And that hurt,” he hissed back at his boyfriend, rubbing absentmindedly where the elbow had hit him. It didn’t really hurt, but he had been up since six-thirty and reckoned some moaning was allowed.

“No, you weren’t. And no, it didn’t,”Gary mumbled back, not even looking at him, too busy scribbling down notes from the blackboard.

Jamie rolled his eyes at Gary’s insistent innocence but decided against bickering any further in solidarity with the girl sitting in front of them.

Instead, he moved his leg closer to Gary’s calf under the desk and indulged himself with five seconds of playing footsie, a bit for his own fun and bit to show he wasn’t really angry. Going by the tiny quirk of the corners of Gary’s lips, he didn’t particularly mind either.

“Any questions with that, boys and girls ?” the professor asked from where he had turned his back on the blackboard and looked expectedly at them.

A few hands shot up, thankfully enough that the professor wouldn’t pull his overused oh so I suppose you all are experts then joke, asking for clarification or elaboration. Personally, Jamie was very well in the realm of not even understanding what you don’t understand and simply nodded along if a question sounded particularly interesting. Gary would help him with the assignments later, he was sure.

His lack of understanding, however, didn’t stop him from stalling ever so slightly when the lecture came to its conclusion. As their schedules diverted, he wasn’t above wasting one or two minutes simply to talk with his boyfriend for a bit. Especially when he knew they didn’t have time to meet up either later in the day or any of the coming either.

“I want a proper date night this weekend, you know. Make up for all the days we’re too busy to do anything,” he said as they walked side by side out the door, throwing a ta for today at the professor still standing at the desk, discussing whatever with one of the more kiss-ass students.

“Go for a film, and I’ll let you get the sweet popcorn?” Gary suggested. He grabbed Jamie’s hand and dragged him over to the corner of the staircase where he would continue down the hall to his next lecture and Jamie would go upstairs to the library.

“You can walk me home after, holding my hand and kiss me goodnight, and I can invite you to stay over. Have a little slumber party, just you and me?”

Gary said it with such innocence, as if he wasn’t perfectly well aware of what he was insinuating and what it was doing to Jamie. He bit his lip and batted his eyelashes, the flirty smile slowly growing into a laughing grin as his poor acting skills gave away.

Jamie laughed with him.

“You know me so well, love,” he said and leaned in to peck him on the lips. It was a bit more PDA than they really tended to display, but they hadn’t seen each other all that much outside of Uni lately, and screw it, they could still be considered to be a little bit in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

“I’ll call you later tonight, yeah?” Gary said as they pulled away.

“Yes, please. Enjoy ESG Risks and Regulations”

“I will. Enjoy the library.”

“Always.”

Jamie kissed him again, a little because he felt like it and a little because he wanted to make the random blond pretty-boy walking past just then jealous that Jamie was most definitely getting some. He didn’t restrict himself to just a light peck this time.

He smiled when he pulled back, and had they been together for longer, and the setting was more romantic, he might’ve even dropped a casual love you. As it happened, though, they weren’t there quite yet, but he was definitely starting to feel it. Give him a few more months and it would more than likely plop out sooner rather than later. Judging by the way Gary was looking back at him, he was getting there too.

He let go of his hand slowly and stepped back to let Gary walk past and down the hallway. It felt dangerously close to something straight of out a romantic period drama, if Jane Austen had been writing about two working-class boys at university who barely got any time together, restricted only to early lectures and staring longingly down hallways.

“Bye, love”

“See you”

He watched as the dark mop of hair on Gary’s head disappeared into the flock of students crowding the hall, and no matter how sappy, or clingy or desperate of him it was, he almost missed him already.

Fucking hell, he was going to make this date night the best one ever.

#carraville #raisin anon #fic rec

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scapegrace74-blog · 3 years

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Wolf Like Me

A/N So there I was, all ready to keep working on my new historical AU, when Metric Jamie and Claire barged into my brain and started making demands. I’d been neglecting them, they said. I hardly ever let them indulge in smut, they said. I could only go back to writing the AU once I gave them their due. The things I do for these two loons, man...

The title song is by TV on the Radio and doesn’t have much to do with the subject matter, except for one line which has always made me... *pulls at imaginary collar*

The entire Metric Universe, now chronologically ordered, can be found here. I’m placing this new installment between Ceremonies and Lazy Dancer, so sometime during the first month or so of their physical relationship.

The light filtering into their compact kitchen was diffuse, watery and dull as the weather outside. He went through the motions of preparing coffee, despite the fact he wasn’t working until later in the afternoon. By all rights, he should be sound asleep. His aching body had lifted him from the shoals of sleep and his weighty thoughts had kept him grounded there.

Carrying his mug and a reheated meat pasty over to the sofa, he lowered himself gingerly to the cushions. He had been ridden hard and put away wet, he mused. On the surface, this wasn’t a disagreeable state, but very little about his budding relationship with Claire could be safely interpreted on its surface.

As though summoned by his thoughts, his one-time roommate and seemingly voracious lover emerged from his room and padded down the hallway to the bathroom. She looked like a cross between an albino gazelle and a harried hedgehog. Even in his current mood, he couldn’t help but smile fondly. His love for this woman was monumental, rooted deep in his soul and reaching out to span the horizons of his life. He only had to find a way to keep it, and her, from killing him. Piece of cake.

Frazzled hair now somewhat tamed, Claire settled gracefully next to him with her own coffee, near-translucent eyelids lowering in bliss as she took her first sip. He wondered if she could sense to waves of tension that emanated from his skin like heat from a sunbaked street.

“So,” she murmured at last, “last night was pretty wild, huh?”

Right topic, wrong interpretation. Still, she had brought it up, and that was the best opening he could hope for.

“Mmhmm,” he replied non-committedly.

“I thought I might have to hook you up to a saline I.V. there at the end. What was that, four times?” She grinned slyly at him from over the rim of her mug.

“Three,” he corrected, although he couldn’t fault her observations. His balls were still tender.

Finally reading his mood, Claire placed her mug down deliberately on the table. She turned to face him, eyes narrowed in scrutiny.

“Don’t overdo the accolades on my account. Jesus, Jamie, you’d think I ruined your favourite rugby jersey, not rocked your world in bed. Are you mad about the handcuffs?”

Despite everything, his cock twitched in his shorts at Claire’s mention of last night’s foray into light bondage: his, not hers. While not a kink he’d explored before, his reaction has been far from disinterested. No, he wasn’t mad about the handcuffs.

“Ye seem verra keen tae discuss my opinion o’ last night, Sassenach. What I’d like tae ken is did ye like it?”

Spluttering, Claire ran her hands nervously through her hair. He watched her carefully as she tried to navigate towards an acceptable answer. It was a delicate operation he was undertaking. He would need all of Claire’s surgical dexterity to broach the topic without cutting through the tender tissue of her perfectionism.

“What a ridiculous question, Jamie!” she finally said. “I’m pretty certain our neighbours needed a cigarette by the time I was done.” Collecting her still half-full mug, she made to rise. He held her in place with a palm across her thigh. Beneath his touch, her muscles were twitching.

“Aye, but were ye?”

“Was I wot?” Her eyes were fixed on the kitchen, as though longing for escape.

“Were ye done?” He spoke slowly, softly, tiptoeing into a minefield.

“Jamie...” she chuckled nervously.

“I want tae say somethin’ to ye, Sassenach, and I dinna want ye tae take it fer criticism...”

“Jamie,” she repeated, this time in a warning tone.

“Nah, ye need tae hear this, Claire. I love ye, as ye ken well. I love everything about ye, even the annoying bits. An’ because I love ye, nothing makes me happier than tae see ye well pleased and tae ken twas I who brought ye that pleasure. Do ye understand my meaning?”

Enormously wet eyes stared at him, a furrow between her arched brows as though she was working through a riddle. At last, she nodded in acknowledgement.

“I’m no’ daft, Claire, nor am I sae blinded by lust that I canna see that ofttimes, when we lie t’gether, yer enthusiasm can be a wee bit.... what’s the word? The one the Millennials throw about when a thing is designed for somebody else’s consumption?”

“Performative,” said in a bleak voice.

“Aye, performative. And while it’s a dream come true tae bed you, t’would be a million times better if I kent ye were taking yer bliss for yerself, an’ no’ giving it tae me like some sort of gift ye dinna deserve.”

He paused, trying to read whether his words had found their mark or if she was about to pack her bags and tell him to go to hell. He wasn’t exaggerating. Sex with Claire was infinitely better than any other sex in his life. And while he didn’t have some vast experience of women, he’d been with enough to know when Claire’s enthusiasm was feigned. She wanted him, of that he was certain, but she’d never learned to take. It would be the rarest privilege to be the one to show her, if only she would let him in. He could teach her tricks that would blow her mind.

***

“I feel foolish.”

“Whatever for, mo nighean donn?”

They were lying in his rumpled sheets, still fragrant with the previous night’s debauchery. Rather than tear him a new asshole for his audacity, to his everlasting surprise Claire had crumpled into his side with a breathy sob. He had carried her back to his room like a bridegroom. There, with tender lips and winnowing fingers, he had eased her into a rare moment of emotional vulnerability.

“I’m studying to be a doctor, for Christ’s sake. And I’m hardly a blushing virgin...”

He gritted his teeth, trying to avoid thinking of the selfish men that came before him. They weren’t here now, holding this fierce but complicated woman in their arms, her maple eyes and molasses hair spilling all over him. He wasn’t her first lover, but god willing, he would be her last.

“Ye’re a giver, Sassenach. It’s who ye are, down to yer core. Tis hardly yer fault ye were never taught that pleasure is the gift that gives.”

“Will you? Teach me?”

A shiver ran the length of his spine, lighting his nerves like sparklers. Even after the night they’d just spent, blood flooded to his cock like a bruise. He’d have to be dead to not rouse at such a request from this woman.

“Aye, mo ghradh. It would be my pleasure.” And he meant it.

Rather than immediately strip naked, they spent a good deal of time kissing and petting, their clothed hips settling into an easy grind. Everywhere he sampled, she was sweet and salty, sour and bitter, a smorgasbord for his tongue and his mind. It was this variety, this seemingly endless combination of textures and moods, that captivated him. He was certain he would never tire of her.

As things grew more heated, Claire tried to roll him on top of her, but he resisted.

“No, a nighean. Like this.” He pulled her on top of him until the bulge in his underwear lined up with the furrow in hers.

“Jamie!” she laughed, pulling her hair back from her eyes.

“Makes me feel like a randy lad of fifteen all over again,” he teased. “Ye make me sae hard, Claire.”

She gasped, and he watched in fascination as her pelvis shifted from a steady rock to a deliberate, searching circle. There was a distinct stain of moisture on the pale blue fabric of her knickers, but he couldn’t say if it came from him or her. Both of them, most likely.

“Sae hard,” he continued in a low murmur that shook with restraint, “tae see ye take what ye need from me.”

A high pitched whine indicated his partner was growing frustrated by the ongoing torture of their almost-contact.

“Please, Jamie,” she begged.

“What is it ye want, Sassenach?”

A flash of spitfire defiance met his teasing question.

“Your cock.” The click and suck of her pretty mouth spilling such filth was nearly his undoing. Perhaps it was for the best that she’d nearly drained him dry only eight hours before.

“Then ye better take it, aye?”

Faster than he could have imagined, Claire dragged his boxer-briefs down past his ankles and shed her own knickers. With the sigh of a nomad reaching an oasis in the desert, she sunk down on his length in a single, long draught. She was so wet it oozed down to where his balls where already drawn up tight against his base. Clenching his eyes tight, he counted slowly to ten.

“Now what?” she breathed, seemingly as stunned as he felt.

“Now ye move until ye find the place where it all clicks,” he offered with a flex of his groin.

“What about you?”

“Christ, Sassenach, can ye not feel me throbbing like a bloody split lip inside of ye? Don’t spare a thought for me. This is for you.”

She let out a curious hum and twisted her hips this way and that, rolling him against her inner musculature. A slight arch of her fluted spine. A counter-clockwise roll. A series of rhythmic pulses, and then she found exactly what she was looking for.

“Oh.” It was the exclamation of a prophet, having glimpsed the divine. That of a pilgrim, having reached the mountain top. It wasn’t like him to mingle the sacred and the profane, but the look on Claire’s face was nothing short of holy rapture.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, clawing at the bed clothing to avoid grabbing her and pounding to his own rhythm.

“Oh! Jamie. Oh!”

“Tell me, Claire. Tell me,” he begged, desperate for something, anything, to hold onto on the sheer cliff of madness that suddenly yawned before him.

“I’m... I’m fucking you, Jamie,” she whispered, like it was a secret kept in a locked diary.

“Aye, ye are, a nighean. Dinna stop. Dinna stop, Claire.”

Wispy noises and half-formed words began to slip from her mouth. These weren’t the orchestrated moans and cries of the night before, and they aroused him a hundredfold more. If he had to guess, she wasn’t even aware she was making them.

“Can’t...” she breathed after endless moments, neck straining as she titled her chin skywards, slim hands coming to rest on his chest.

“Aye, ye can,” he urged, though he doubted she heard him.

What only minutes before had looked like budding ecstasy was quickly turning to frustration as her head began to thrash from side to side, whipping her hair across her cheeks.

“Can’tcan’tcan’t,” she chanted almost to herself.

She was teetering on the knife edge between heaven and hell, that much was clear. Half mad with agonized bliss himself, he sought frantically through the atlas of her labyrinthine mind, searching up dark hallways and around blind corners for an answer that would help release her from her self-made snare.

“Take what ye need, Claire,” he panted, offering himself up to be consumed. Then, gambling boldly, he added “Be a good girl an’ take it.”

He knew she’d heard him by her sudden stillness. He held his breath. There was a tremor that started where he was buried inside of her and spread across her surface like wind across a pond, given voice as a rapturous sigh when it reached her face.

She began to move again, a pinched look of determination on her beatific face. A set of dainty fingers sank to where their flesh met, so wet that it burned, bursting full and yet cavernously empty, begging to be drowned. He couldn’t look away, curling up on his spine for a better view, slack-jawed and mesmerized by her practiced movements.

“I’m... I’m... oh my god, Jamie, I’m going to...”

He couldn’t have stopped himself then for all the money in the world. Teeth set, eyes fixed on nothingness, he spun away from gravity just as she let out an otherworldly howl and bore down on him like a wolf ravishing a lamb. Lava rushed down his veins and through his cock in bolts of heat, the whipcrack of release shimmering like electricity across his skin.

Claire folded down over his chest, her arms crossed over her head like she waiting for a bomb to drop from the sky. She still rode him languidly, wrenching ever last drop of pleasure he had to give. Her shoulders shook in some strange cocktail of gasping, laughing and sobbing. At long last, she was still. She had yet to meet his eyes, and he felt unaccountably nervous.

Pushing strands of hair away from where they had stuck to her face, she rested her chin in her stacked hands. Her face was equal parts awestruck and adoring, and he allowed his tense muscles to relax. Seemingly at a loss for words, she placed a lingering kiss on his sternum and rested her cheek once again on her hands, exhaling deeply.

“Sassenach?” he asked, once his breathing was once again under his control.

“Hmmm?”

“I ken ye were only kidding about the I.V., but...”

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All I Want For Christmas Is You Chapter 11 ~One More Day~ The Final Chapter

Previously in Who the Hell is Harry? ...

They lay there like that for a long while, listening to the fireworks subside until only a few isolated booms from a distance could be heard. Their breathing and heartbeats harmonised, bodies interlocking to fit each other. Finally, Jamie eased himself off Claire, kissing her lips tenderly before disposing of the condom.

Moments later, when he returned, she was on her side, watching him with a satisfied smile. "Happy New Year," she said hoarsely.

Jamie got into bed, pulled her into his chest, and bit her earlobe. "Happy New Year to ye tae. That was the best New Year firework display I've ever seen."

She laughed and slid an arm across his waist. Nuzzling her nose on the hollow of his throat, he felt her smile against his skin, but her hold on him remained only for a few seconds before she passed out cold.

Not wanting to disturb the perfection of the moment, he gathered her closer and whispered, "I love you," into her hair, hoping and praying that the New Year will bring them together for good.

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Laughing, Jamie and Willie noisily strode in from the kitchen backdoor at ten in the morning with Rollo in tow. They found Annalise and Claire making shortcrust pastry for the Cornish pasties and preparing sandwiches for lunch. Apparently, the boys were expecting a few of their mates to come over and help with a project.

With no forecast of rain for the whole week, the brothers had decided to knock down Jamie's old shed and build a new and bigger one. A day ago they'd torn it down, cleared the debris, levelled the ground for the extension, laid down some slabs for support and poured the cement for the foundation. This morning, they've completed the base and put up the wall frames, including the waterproof sheeting.

"Good morning, ladies." The brothers said simultaneously, making the girls smile in acknowledgement. Willie gestured for Annalise to follow him, leaving Jamie and Claire alone.

Jamie washed his hands, made himself a coffee and came around to where she was stood dropping cubed butter into the flour. "Have ye seen our progress with the new shed yet?" he asked. But before she could reply, he leaned in and gave her a swift kiss on the lips, making her knock the carton of milk over.

Claire gasped, and Jamie grinned with triumph for catching her off guard. He brought his cup up to his smiling lips and winked.

"I have," she laughed, picking up the milk and wiping the countertop. "Are you sure, it's a shed you're making out there and not a small house?"

He leaned back against the counter and smiled. He'd taken off his jumper and was now only wearing a white long-sleeved t-shirt that stretched across his chest, showing the definitions of his toned muscles and broad shoulders. His eyes gleamed in the soft morning light, and Claire thought of how handsome he looked, making her heart pick up a little.

"It's a shed, but I thought while I'm in the process of restoring it, it would be a brilliant idea to build an additional extension for when ye come over for a visit, and ye wish to write. I'll have a huge window facing the field so ye can look out when ye need an inspiration. It's a grand view overlooking the greens. I'll even soundproof it for ye, so ye willnae be distracted by outside noise."

She arched an eyebrow in surprise. These past few days, she started to notice a lot of new items cropping up in Jamie's cottage. There were a couple of floral throw cushions she'd never seen before. And after Annalise had casually mentioned how much Claire missed her mermaid blanket, a handmade crochet mermaid tail blanket had shown up one night on his sofa while watching a movie. His cupboard was now fully stocked with her evening herbals such as chamomile, Valerian root and lemon balm tea. There was even a pair of soft fluffy memory foam slippers, waiting for her whenever she stayed over. Somehow, she was sensing a sense of permanency and more and more each day, she was starting to feel she belonged to him and his home.

Claire tried not to examine it too deeply and focused more on enjoying the moment, but it was getting harder. Because as each day slowly neared to her departure date, the hollow in the pit of her stomach became wider. And tonight was her last night with Jamie.

"Well, I suppose I won't see the finished product until I come over for a visit," she said with a little sadness in her voice.

Sensing the shift in mood, Jamie put down his cup and closed in on her, his fingers coasting past her jaw into the back of her neck, gently urging her in. He stilled for a moment, smiling an inch from her lips, as she inhaled him, his masculine smell, the coffee on his breath, the faint intoxicating scent of his aftershave mixed with sweat. Then he closed his eyes and kissed her.

"What do ye want to do on yer last night? Fancy going out?" he breathed against her mouth.

She swallowed and shook her head. "Shall we stay in?"

He cupped her face, opened his eyes and held hers with his. "I was hoping ye would say that."

"You don't want to say goodbye to Annalise? It's her last day, too," she half-teased.

"I think she'd want to spend her last night with Willie," he said seriously this time. He glanced down at her lips. "As I do with ye. But I want to spend the evening, not saying goodbye but making memories." He looked back up at her. "Memories that will bring ye back to me sooner."

Her heart pounded. She knew what Jamie was trying to say to her.

She smiled at him. "I'd like that too, Jamie."

"Good, that's settled then."

..........

When Claire and Annalise brought out the Cornish pasties, sausage rolls and sandwiches for lunch, they arranged them on a makeshift buffet made out of wooden planks so the men could help themselves. Although it was in the middle of winter, the sun was out, and it was a lovely day to sit outdoors and soak up the heat. The hungry men descended on the food and sat on the benches Willie had earlier put out. Jamie filled his plate and grabbed a can of cider, and they sat on a thick blanket-covered ground, away from the rest, making sure the sun was on them since it was very chilly in the shade.

"The shed is going to be massive," she observed, her chin in her hand.

"That's the plan," he said, smiling at her, taking a huge bite of the Cornish pasty and humming in his throat to let her know how much he was enjoying his food. "Once the exterior is done, I'll send ye some photos, and then ye can tell me what colour ye want yer writing studio to be painted in."

Claire looked at him for the longest time and then sighed. "Why are you doing all this, Jamie? It's not like we've known each other for a long time."

"But it feels like we've known each other for a long time. Ye know it too." He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "And if ye dinnae like the wee studio, I can always turn it into a workshop."

She smiled. "At least allow me to put some money into it."

He shook his head. "Dinnae fash. Most of the woods we're using are from work, and I got the rest of the stuff from the reclamation yard," he explained with the eagerness of a young boy, his eyes all lit up.

She wanted to kiss him right there and then, and realised how much she would miss this place, especially him. He looked so rugged and at peace with his surrounding and very much part of it. And knowing that he wanted her to be part of his world, made her even more determined to wrap up her work in London as soon as possible and start that writing career she'd always dreamed of. Although a little niggling voice in her head was telling her to slow things down, she dismissed it, knowing that for once, her life had a direction she could look forward to.

She noticed, he hadn't put back his jumper on and was only wearing that long-sleeved shirt.

"Aren't you cold?"

He shrugged. "Here in the sun ...no' at all."

"I'm sat in the sun with you, but I can still feel the chill. Even after working all morning next to the oven, I could not for the life of me just wear a thin shirt like that in this Highland weather. Are you sure you're warm enough?" She frowned, looking over him.

"I am. Do ye want to sit on my lap so I can warm ye up? I have a few ideas on how to quickly achieve that." His eyes gleamed.

She crumpled a paper napkin and threw it at him. He laughed out loud, making the group of men look their way.

The sun rose higher, and the sky was cloudless, a rarity at this time of the year. Somewhere on a speaker played a Simple Minds song Don't You Forget About Me, and Rollo and another dog ran back and forth in the open field.

"I have something to ask you," she said, plucking a weed from the ground and watching the dogs frolic. "At the risk of sounding clingy and needy, I want to know if you've had a lot of girlfriends ...or say, sexual partners." She shrugged and looked down at her hand. "I-I can't help but wonder ...well, you know, not that I have anybody else to compare you to, but I must say you sort of know things, like when we touch and love each other. And you seem to be good at it. So I figured that maybe you've had a lot of experience." Her eyes suddenly widened when she realised what just came out of her mouth. She waved a hand. "I mean, I'm no prude or anything, and I understand a lot of people are early bloomers and have had a lot of sexual partners. I-I just wanted to understand ...if it comes naturally to you."

He grinned at her over his sausage roll as if he was pleased to hear the possessiveness in her tone. "I'm thirty years old, Sassenach, and in as much as I would have loved the idea of ye being my first, I must admit I didnae live the life of a monk. So aye, probably ye can call it that ... experience. But if ye must know, I've never been drawn to anyone like I am with ye."

She cleared her throat. "Fair enough, and since we're sharing our thoughts, I want you to know, I feel the same way." She bit her lower lip and thought over the words she wanted to say. "You kissing me on a first date, making love to me on our second, running after me at the airport on the third day. Very rash, I'd say."

"Only with ye." He laughed.

He slugged the last of his drink, and she got up and grabbed him another cider. "How about your ex-fiancee? Any lingering feelings for her still floating around in the ether?" She asked, sitting back down in front of him.

Looking at her straight in the eyes, he took her hand and rubbed the inside of her wrist. "I will always care for her, Sassenach. But what I feel for her is nothing more than friendship. She's about to be married, and she wants me to be the godfather of Simon's child. And if ye must know, I'm thrilled she's found somebody to share her life. I think Simon would have wanted that for her too as do I ...someone who will take care of her and their child." He twined their fingers together. "What we have between us is rare. Like what ye said, I was rash, but that's ever since meeting ye. Somehow I've lost the ability to guard myself. When it comes to ye, I lose all perspective and control. It's chaotic and scary at the same time, but I wouldnae wish it to be any other way."

She gave him a smile. "Sweet and convincing as you sound right now, I'm still not allowing you to come to London and visit me. It's too risky. I want you to get better first, and one day you will. I believe that."

"I believe that too."

They stared at each other for a while, their surrounding fading into a haze, and it felt like there were only the two of them left. Until the dogs' barking reminded Claire, they weren't alone. "Right now, I would like to kiss you," she said softly. "But I don't know what I feel about people watching us."

A gradual grin crept across his face as he let go of her hand. "Weel, I dinnae see how I cannot oblige ye. Just close yer eyes and dinnae mind them lads."

Smiling, he leaned in close and brushed his lips on the corner of her mouth. When she thought they were done and started to pull away, he caught her lower lip with his teeth, keeping her still. After a few heartbeats, they began to kiss, achingly slow and gentle, his tongue probing into her to tease, taste and mate.

The cheers, sallies and whistles from the men nearby kicked-off almost instantly, and even Rollo started to howl in unison. Intent only on each other, they ignored the raucous banter in the background and continued to kiss.

"Ye ken I'm gonnae get a lot of pelters for this," he murmured against her smiling lips, his eyes closed.

"Well, you might as well make it worth your while."

His chest rumbled with laughter, as he kissed her again, causing more cheers to intensify, utterly oblivious to their surroundings.

"Ah, here's my not so wee brother!" a voice cut through their own bubble, making them both jump.

Jamie tore his lips away from her, and they both glanced up. "Jenny!" He immediately shot to his feet and hugged the petite woman wearing a puffer jacket, black jeans and a pair of wellies. "When did ye get back? I thought I'd see ye just after Christmas."

"Aye, had a last-minute change of plan. I left yer pressies in yer kitchen, and Ian says he'll call one of these days to see ye. He's just got some catching up to do with work."

Claire absentmindedly wiped her hands on her jeans and got up, noticing the other woman's delicate features and black hair tied in a high ponytail. At first glance, Jamie's sister could be mistaken for an adolescent with her five-feet height and small frame. The only tell-tale sign that she was a Fraser was the same blue eyes and dark hair she'd inherited from Brian.

"I told ye no' to bother ..." Jamie's voice trailed off as he looked past her sister's shoulder. "You brought company."

Still not acknowledging Claire, Jenny beamed at Jamie and then motioned for the beautiful tall dark-haired girl standing several yards away to come over. "Ye remember Geneva? Aye? Met her at the centre today and we're going for coffee after. Actually, she told me she's going to be yer new therapist. Yer former one had to leave temporarily for the south of England because of some family emergency. Now isnae that grand Geneva's back? She's going to stay here for good."

The girl, Geneva practically skipped, stopping short of throwing herself in Jamie's arms as her eyes briefly caught Claire's. "Jamie!" she greeted breezily, giving him a slack embrace. "Nice to see you again."

"Aye." Jamie nodded, looking perplexed. "It's been a while. Didnae realise ye were around." Not waiting for Geneva's response, he grabbed Claire's hand, drew her to his side and planted a kiss on top of her head. "By the way, this is Claire, my girlfriend," Jamie said, with a hint of finality in his tone. It was almost as if he was giving a warning to his sister that there would be no discussion about it.

He must have noticed Jenny ignoring her presence and wanted to reassure her he was on her side.

Claire offered a polite smile, a few words of greeting and shook both women's hand, all the while conscious of Jamie's comforting hand on her back. Its weight served as a reminder the promise he'd made to her at the airport, lessening the sting of Jenny's lack of warmth.

"Weel, Jenny, Geneva, nice seeing ye both but I'm afraid I have to cut this short. As ye can see, I still have work to do and Claire and I are in the middle of discussing some personal matters. So if ye'll excuse us, both." Jamie gave his sister a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for the pressies."

"I'll give you a call one of these days to arrange for our first round of session," Geneva said, smiling at Jamie.

Jamie nodded and then he firmly grabbed Claire's hand as they edged past them, without another word. Once alone in the kitchen, Jamie pulled her in his arms and sighed into her hair. "Dinnae mind my sister. I'm sorry she wasn't as welcoming to you as the rest of my family."

She swallowed. "I'm fine, really, and I understand. Jenny is only concern about you. Who is that girl, Geneva?" she asked.

He exhaled and stroke her hair. "A friend of my sister. She used to live in the village but moved to Glasgow a while ago. I guess she's back and will be my new therapist."

"Oh, alright."

Jamie hugged her tight. "I want ye to know, it's ye and me now, Sassenach. I need ye to trust in that. Ye with me?"

She buried her face against his chest, as Jamie's words plunged deep and unearthed the truth she'd been grappling with ever since the count down to her departure date begun. For years she'd been living in a fog in London with no sense of direction searching for something she never had a name for. Now that she'd found it, she didn't want to spend a long time analysing it while doing a job that never gave her a sense of fulfilment. She knew now Jamie would follow her anywhere in the world, but she didn't want him to do that and lose a piece of himself. This was the place where he belonged, and she would find a way to belong here too, with or without Jenny's blessing.

She snuggled closer into his hold. There was a reverence in the way he held her, and all she could think of how cherished, safe and anchored she felt. More than ever, she felt secure in his affections and more optimistic about their future. Jamie was right. All that was left was them. Who would have guessed a month ago she would have her life all planned out around this man in such a short time.

Shivering slightly with excitement, her mind flitted through the countless tasks that needed to be done before she could start her new life. To get back to her Jamie.

Looking up at him, she smiled. "It's you and me now, Jamie and I trust in that. Always."

He looked relieved as he relaxed in her arms, telling her something had lifted off his chest.

..........

That night, Jamie watched Claire from the sofa as she rearranged her suitcase for the umpteenth time. His parents had given her a boozy fruitcake, homemade preserves and a bottle of single malt to take with her, and she'd insisted she didn't need another bag to make everything fit in.

Though her beautiful face looked concentrated and determined with the task at hand, her whisky eyes looked haunted, already dreading the time when she would leave. They'd had a light supper earlier and made love twice, and there was only one truth that mattered. They loved each other. Though he didn't want her to leave, he needed to let her go, for now, be the voice of reason and the face of courage for what might be a lengthy separation. God knows, he understood what she was feeling, but he didn't want their last night together to be filled with uncertainty. He wanted tonight to be a celebration of their love and the future to come.

How many times had he thought of persuading her to let him come even for just a few days? But then again it wouldn't be fair to her if she had to worry about him every single minute of the day when she would be better off concentrating on the work she needed to do. He had enough on his plate as it was with his arboricultural business and his own mental health, and he needed to refocus his attention on that.

He told himself, it was a wee sacrifice, and this time next year, she would be here for good.

With a sigh, he slid down to the floor and picked up her travel diary.

He glanced up at her, waiting for her permission. When she nodded, he smiled. He liked that they sometimes communicated without talking, like it was their own wee secret, instinctively knowing how the other felt or when the other was looking trying to get one's attention.

He carefully opened the travel diary which was thick with postcards Claire had pasted on its pages. A few photos slipped out. Thinking they were postcards, he was about to slide them back into the diary, when he realised he was looking at one of Claire's family photos. His heart leapt, and his eyes immediately zeroed in on Claire's father, confirming his suspicion. Harry is Henry Beauchamp! But how and why? Goosebumps coasted down his back. He didn't know what to feel other than have this urge to laugh out loud. He'd never believed in spirits or ghosts, but something inside him told him tonight was not the night to delve into it. He needed to talk to his godfather and find out more about Harry. And find out why Claire's father's spirit was helping him.

He felt Claire's eyes on him, and they stared at each other for a few moments. He put the diary down, and he opened his arms, and she slid into his embrace and onto his lap.

He breathed in the clean scent of her hair and savoured the length of her body, fitting perfectly to his. His hand travelled down the curve he'd memorised and worshipped with his lips and tongue and touch. And he realised this woman had healed him, with her presence and humour and stubbornness. Harry must surely approve.

Her whisper drifted to his ears like a wisp of smoke. "I have to leave tomorrow."

"I ken."

"Oh, God, but I don't want to."

He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I ken."

She tilted her head back, a soft smile curling her lips. "Speechless for a change, huh?"

He laughed, even though his heart was ripping apart at the idea of her gone from his bed and everyday life, realising what a gift she'd given him this holiday season. "So many things to tell ye but we have little time left. So I'm just gonnae hold ye like this to make up for the long winter ahead."

She blinked twice, a moist sheen apparent in her eyes. "Always the sensible and practical one, aren't you? "

"I willnae be tonight."

Claire caught his intention, and the longing they thought was already sated rose between them once more. He kissed her slow and thorough, taking his time, savouring the taste of chocolate, whisky and sweet honey, sinking deep and demanding everything. And she gave it all and much more, as they made love until all their energy had been spent and fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

..........

Claire walked out of the cottage and found Jamie waiting for her, her suitcase already deposited into the rental car. Willie and Annalise were in their own bubble locked in each other's embrace, whispering promises and secrets. She smiled at them, her heart hurting. Though Annalise's and Willie's relationship looked seamless, they'd had their own share of teething problems resulting in a couple of fights. Claire was glad they'd made up already before their departure. Claire walked with heavy feet over to them and cleared her throat, making Willie grinned boyishly at her. He let go of Annalise and gave her a big hug. Jamie did the same and enfolded her friend into a tight embrace.

"My brother and I are going to miss ye both" Willie whispered into her ears.

"Me too. I heard from Annalise, we'll be seeing you in a couple of weeks. Is that right?"

Willie laughed and drew away. "Aye but unfortunately, I willnae be taking my brother with me. Someone has to be here to run the business."

"I know."

"I'll bring ye his love letters though," he teased.

She laughed.

With one last squeeze, Willie let her go. Claire watched Jamie said his own goodbyes to Annalise, making her friend tear up even more. Who would have thought, Annalise would be reduced to a bumbling mess when she had always been the one who had everything under control. Claire watched them both laugh with moisture in their eyes, both trying to downplay what they were feeling.

"Take care of my lass," Jamie whispered gruffly. "Ye have my number in case anything happens. Ye can call me anytime."

Annalise laughed and pulled Jamie in for another hug. Claire knew Annalise was trying to hide her own tears "You have my number too. Send me some candid photos or videos of Willie, whenever ye can."

"I will. I have a few embarrassing ones already on my phone. I'll send them once ye're in London."

Annalise wiped the tears with the back of her hand. "I'd love that."

Willie motioned Annalise over for another final goodbye.

Her friend looked at Jamie before walking over to Willie. "I'll see you when I see you."

Jamie nodded, smiling.

Claire faced Jamie, sliding her arms around his waist. "I don't like goodbyes," she whispered. "I wish I could teleport myself now to London, so I could just go back to bed and sleep off this feeling."

Jamie caressed her cheek, his soft blue eyes filled with adoration. "Dinnae be sad, Sassenach. Enjoy yer trip back home and have a few laughs with Annalise. I took ye away from her a lot of times, keeping ye all to myself. Maybe ye can both catch up with whatever ye lassies talk about."

"I'm glad I'll have her with me on the way home. She will at least keep me distracted from being sad."

"Ye'll keep one another distracted."

They smiled, and Claire was about to say something when a loud excited barking filled the air, and she glanced over to see Rollo bolting towards them, tongue lolling with excitement. She laughed and let go of Jamie. "I haven't seen the kitten. Where is he?"

"Oh, Adso?

Claire frowned. "Adso?"

"Aye, I've named the wee cheetie, Adso. My ma used to have a cat called Adso, and I couldnae think of any other name, so I'm calling him that."

"Goodness, what a horrible name!"

Jamie laughed. "Try saying that to my ma. Anyway, he's at Mrs Fitz's for now until he's big enough to be on his own."

Smiling, Claire got down to her knees and hugged Rollo, burying her face into its warm fur and inhaling the doggy smell. "Going to miss you, handsome," she murmured, stroking the dog's back. "I'll never forget our first breakfast date. You were a perfect gentleman."

Rollo replied by nudging her neck with his snout.

She unfolded herself from the ground and walked towards the car, where Jamie waited. Annalise was in the driver's seat already while Willie leaned on the window talking to her.

Claire glanced at her watch. "I'll call as soon as we arrive home."

"Looking forward to it."

"Well, this is it." She stuffed her hands in her jean pocket and looked away, rocking to and fro on her heels. "Try that mediation I told you about so you don't have any nightmares at night."

"I haven't had them for almost a fortnight, so I guess you have to talk to me on the phone until I fall asleep," he joked.

"That's very good, Jamie," she said, looking at him thoughtfully, this time ignoring the jest that was common in their conversation. "But try to look into meditation. If it isn't your thing, then at least you've given it your fair shot."

"I promise I'll give it a go tonight."

She smiled. "Good."

"And one more thing, Sassenach."

"What?"

"This." He braced her jaws with both hands and kissed her tenderly, the warmth and feel of his mouth, making her sigh, and her heart expand. When he raised his head, he had a beautiful smile etched on his face, almost beatific if it weren't for the mischief that always seemed to shine from his eyes. "I love ye, Sassenach."

"I love you too. See you around?" Claire whispered, suddenly feeling the odd lump in her throat.

"I'll be waiting."

She stepped away from his hold and quickly got into the car, allowing herself to take one last look at Jamie through her window. Time slowed in that instance, as if her brain needed a mental photograph, a keepsake to give her strength in the times to come. With his legs braced apart, one hand on Rollo's head, his coppery hair blowing in the wind, the leashed strength radiated in waves around him as his pale-blue eyes locked with hers. Annalise started the car, bringing her back into this moment, and he smiled and raised his hand in goodbye. She knew that took a lot of effort to keep that happy expression plastered on his face, so she smiled back, though wobbly, and blinked back the tears. A choked sob rose up from her throat, and it felt like she was losing a piece of herself she'd just found.

With one deep fortifying breath, she tore her gaze away from him and looked straight ahead, as Annalise reversed and drove away.

This time, she didn't look back.

She knew if she did, she'd never leave.

Dear Readers,

Well, here we are ... the final chapter of All I Want For Christmas. I thought I'd still be writing this until Easter. 😂 My problem with me is I get so focused on one scene and write too lengthy details about it, instead of quickly moving to the next. But hey, we live and learn. And the main thing is, I finished this story, even though two days later than I projected.

If you think the ending to this chapter is sad, please don't be disheartened because there will be an arc or Part 2 as I wish to call it.

As I mentioned in the previous chapter, I have decided to make this story into a series. The title of the series is, WONDERWALL. So if you wish to subscribe to the series, click here. As for part 2 of this series, I still have no definite date when I will publish it, but you can always subscribe on AO3 here or check my Tumblr blog if you wish to be updated.

My plans are to start publishing the second part around holidays/special days. So either before Valentine's day or St. Patrick's day, all depending on how well I've rested and how quickly I can put the story together.

Having said that, I thank you all for being part of the journey with this story, and I look forward to writing part 2 of Wonderwall for you. And also thank you so much for the kudos, feedback and follows. It warms my heart to know that you enjoy my story. Big hugs for that!

So for now, I wish you good health and strength in these strange times. Keep the good vibes up, take care always and sending you all love. X

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