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"It's a letter from Claire. She's with Sandringham." "Vir meus. My husband. She wants you." Jamie Fraser -> receiving coded letters from Claire in captivity Outlander 2x11 | 7x01 ↳ Requested by @gotham-ruaidh 💜
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frasers-of-my-heart · 4 months
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Wednesday 100: The Godfather
Brianna was leaning against the animals’ enclosure when Murtagh sidled up to her. She smiled at him and he saw Jamie in the way she drew up her mouth, but her eyes showed the same light he’d always seen in Claire’s.
“What were they like?” She interrupted his thoughts.
“Yer parents?” He asked and Bree nodded. “Hm, intolerable comes to mind,” he smirked at her, “much the same as they are today.”
“It’s not so bad, having parents so in love with each other…”
“They started as an arranged marriage, aye? But yer Da, he was gone from the first.”
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troublemaker203 · 7 months
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Murtagh Fitzgibbons x Fem! Reader - Arranged Marriage Pt. 3
Word Count: 1854
Summary: After your father had been killed and your brother had been taken by the Redcoats, you were left behind. A group of highlanders come across your ravaged house and decide to take you with them to Castle Leoch. Since you have lost the protection from your father and brother, it is decided that you should be married, in order to keep you protected from the Redcoats.
Warnings: None
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As soon as the door of Colum's office closed behind you, you panicked. Should you try to escape? No. No, that wasn't a good plan. You would get caught and likely get thrown into the dungeons. So you would get married. Would you, though? This could not be real, right? Absentmindedly, you started to wander through the castle thinking about how you would handle this situation. Did you want to marry either of those men? Who would be worse? Dougal had made it known that he found you quite... pleasant. But did you find him pleasant, too? Not in the least. And Murtagh was a grumpy man; how could you ever find a way to live with such a person?               Because you were so caught up in your own thoughts you hadn’t noticed that you had walked outside and were now strolling through the gardens. A voice made you snap out of it. “Hello, Y/N,” Claire said, “I am surprised to see you here.” “Yes, well, I just came from…” you motioned towards the castle and Claire nodded. “Yes, I wondered when they would break the news to you. Have they… Do you know who you are going to marry?” “No. Colum said he will announce it tonight,” you looked down at your feet, “during a great feast, for all to hear.” When you looked back up at Claire, your eyes had welled up. “Hey,” she stepped towards you and put her warm hand on your arm, “I was once in your position, and, yes, I was scared, too, but now I can’t imagine a life without Jamie. Any man would be lucky to have you and I am sure that you will be treated with love and respect.” “But I don’t want to marry either of them,” you whispered, afraid to cry. “Of whom?” “Dougal or Murtagh.” “Oh.” Claire paused for a moment. “Dougal might be a little bit much in the beginning, but he is a strong man and he will protect you with his life, so you will always be safe when you’re with him.” “And Murtagh?” “Murtagh is… well, I think he will be the most loving husband you will ever meet.” “But he does not look friendly at all.” Claire laughed. “I know, but, trust me, he has a heart of gold. Don’t let his surly expression fool you, my dear.” You nodded. “Do you want to help me sort the herbs in my practice? It will help you get your mind off things. Maybe you could help me more often? I could really use some help with all of the patients; I do hope you’re not scared of blood?” You shook your head. “No,” you smiled at Claire, “and I would love to help, thank you.”
              You had never been in Claire’s practice before and your eyes widened when you walked down the stairs, into the big room. There were hundreds of jars filled with herbs of which you had never heard the name. “I don’t know how good I am at any of this.” Claire smiled lovingly at you. “Don’t worry, I will teach you everything you need to know, it won’t be that hard.” She handed you some jars after she had set down her basket with herbs and started explaining the various uses and how to prepare them. It took you two the whole afternoon to organize everything and you even helped Claire with a patient: one of the young boys at the castle had hurt himself on the fire in the kitchen and Claire had showed you how to dress his wounds. It was a very educational afternoon and you were relieved that it had taken your mind off things.               After a while, mistress Fitzgibbons came down the stairs to fetch you. “Hello, my dear, I came to fetch ye to get ye ready for the evening.” You looked at Claire who gave you an encouraging look. You followed mistress Fitzgibbons to your room where, unbeknownst to you, a beautiful dress was waiting for you. The fabric was sprawled out on your bed and it looked very expensive. You looked questioningly at mistress Fitzgibbons. “It’s a special dress, for a special occasion,” she winked at you, but you couldn’t feel happy about this so-called ‘special’ occasion. You felt like there were rocks in your stomach and you thought about how you could escape, but Claire had already explained that escaping would be impossible, since there were guards everywhere. “Trust me,” she had said, “I have tried.” Mistress Fitz had set you down on a chair in front of the mirror and started brushing your hair. You looked at her in the mirror and she looked at you, giving you a warm smile; she could probably see the fear in your eyes and she wanted you to feel safe. You smiled back at her, but your eyes did not smile. “Dinna fash, lass, you will be in good hands.” You wanted to believe her, but the truth was that you did not know any of those men and now you were expected to marry and, eventually – and sooner than later – share the bed with one of them. You knew that the consummation of a marriage was very important and none of these people would rest before they were sure that it had happened. You could already see them sitting, drinking downstairs, waiting for the moment that you and your husband – whoever that may be – went to bed.              You had been sitting in silence for a moment and Mistress Fitz was almost done with your hair. "Do you know when the wedding will be taking place?" you asked, hopeful that she would be able to have an answer to one of your many questions. "Not exactly, but I expect it will happen tomorrow, or the day after." "And..." you hardly dared to ask the question, "do you know to whom...?" The old lady shook her head. "No, I am sorry, dear, but you should not worry too much. These men may bark, but they don't bite, I can tell you that much." You smiled at her, glad for her attempts to put your mind at ease.        After she had put the last hand to your hair, she put her hands on your shoulders. "There, such a pretty lass." You looked at yourself in the mirror and she was right, you did look very pretty. "Up you get, let's get you in that dress." You stood up and started to undress yourself with the help of Mistress Fitz. You stepped into the beautiful green dress and the fabric had not only looked expensive, it felt really expensive, too. It was of the loveliest colour green and it suited you very well. You were laced up and as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, you could not believe that the woman staring back at you was really you. Mistress Fitz put a string of pearls around your neck to really finish the look. She handed you a pair of shoes and you knew that this was the last step before you had to go downstairs. Your heart was beating aggressively in your chest and you were afraid that it would jump out.
By the time your shoes were put on by Mistress Fitz, you felt really lightheaded and you grabbed the woman’s arm to steady yourself. “Come on, lass, I willna let ye go. Let us head downstairs.” You nodded, unable to speak, and the two of you started making your way to the great hall.
Once in the hall, you could see that it was greatly decorated and the long tables were filled with enormous amounts of food; it certainly looked like a special occasion. “Now, my dear, I am going to have to let ye go now, since you will be seated at the table in the front.” Still not able to speak you nodded that you had understood what she had said. She carefully let go of your arm, testing to see if your own legs could carry you. Fortunately, your legs had gotten their strength back; at least, enough to carry yourself towards your seat. Colum stood up as you approached the table. “Ah, there she is! Have a seat, Y/N.” “Thank you,” you said, sitting down next to him. Colum started to speak to everyone who was seated in the hall. “Welcome to this special evening, everyone. We are all here to celebrate the marriage that will take place tomorrow. A marriage between this lovely lady here,” he motioned towards you, “and the man who is waiting to reveal himself as her future husband.” You scanned the room. The chair on the other side of Colum was still empty. There was no sight of Dougal; was he to be your husband? You looked for Murtagh but he was not present either. They were both probably waiting outside the hall, and one of them would walk in when Colum would ask for your husband to reveal himself. “So, we have come to the point where it is only fair to this lady to know who her husband will be.” Here we go. “May I ask for the husband-to-be of Y/N to step into the hall?” Everyone had gone quiet and you could hear footsteps approaching. You closed your eyes, not daring to look at who it would be. The footsteps got closer until they stopped. “It will be hard to see who I am when ye’ve got yer eyes closed, lass,” someone said. You did not recognize the voice to be Dougal’s and when you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the friendly, brown eyes of Murtagh. Were you relieved? Murtagh took your hand and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles, followed by a small wink; so small that you were sure only you could see it. Were those small butterflies in your stomach? You could feel your cheeks starting to get red and you quickly looked down. “It is an honour to marry ye, Y/N.” You looked up and smiled at him, not sure what to say. Murtagh had let go of your hand and made his way to his seat. You noticed that Dougal had made his way into the hall as well and a slight hint of jealousy could be detected on his face, though you were unsure why. “A toast,” Colum started, raising his glass and you and everyone else followed him, “to the bride and groom to be.” Everyone raised their glasses higher and took a sip. You took a big sip of the strong – stronger than you expected – wine. “As I mentioned, the wedding will take place tomorrow and I promise that it will be an even bigger feast than tonight and you’re all invited!” This announcement was followed by a lot of people shouting and raising their glasses. You looked at Murtagh and even he was smiling slightly. You would be married to this man tomorrow…
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firegoddess96 · 10 months
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Bean duine briste
(Wife of a Broken Man)
Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser x Female OC
*I own only the OC, all other characters belong to the creators of Outlander*
Summery:
Having served with Claire as a nurse in WWII, Isla went with Claire and Frank to Scotland to see her mother’s home country. Her aunt Mrs.Baird told her stories of the stones and both Isla and Claire went to see for themselves the magic of the place. Neither expected to be transported 200 years into the past, nor did they expect to fall for rough and ruggedly handsome highlanders.
Will the women get back to their time and the loved ones they left behind, or will they fall too deeply into the strong arms of our favorite Fraser men?
18+ to Read!! (There will be smut down the road!)
Chapter 1:
One the road Claire and Isla traveled from village to village with the rent party. Slowly it dawned on the women that the men they were accompanying were more than just rent collectors, they were in fact Jacobites, supporters of the Stuart prince across the sea.
Night after night Dougal made a show of ripping off Jamie’s shirt to use his scars for their cause, horrifying Isla more that Claire, as she had never seen these scars and wasn’t told the story of his whipping. That first night when Dougal threw the shirt at Claire to mend and she fought him, Isla grabbed it and mended it instead without saying a word. Murtagh was grateful for her kindness and often started to show her small acts of kindness as thanks, after all, Jamie was the man’s heart and soul. So any act towards Jamie affected him greatly.
Every night throughout their journey Isla would mend the torn shirt and find small gifts the next morning. One day it was a few ripe apples and pears, another morning she found a bushel of heather flowers next to her pillow. It wasn’t until one morning, when she woke up to the smell of roasting meat, that she realized who was leaving these sweet gifts. Murtagh finished roasting the freshly caught duck and plated the bird just for her, finally thanking her verbally for the kindness and compassion she was showing his godson. He told her about the incident back at Lallybroch, the attack on young Jenny, the whipping, and the consequent death of Jamie’s father at the sight of it. Isla understood a little more of the stoic and quiet man after he shared the story, she realized the man held a strong love and loyalty to the young man who he followed everywhere.
They all continued their travels for a few more weeks, Claire tending to minor wounds with Isla’s help. Isla continued to mend the shirt when it was torn, and Murtagh spent more time with Isla, sharing meals and stories, until the day the English officer showed up at one of the villages. Claire had gotten drunk with some of the local wives and had made a scene trying to steal a goat back from the rents to help a mother feed her baby. And that was how Dougal arrived with Claire and Isla in the company of British officers telling stories of how they came to Scotland, planning their journey home. A plan cut short by the appearance of Black Jack himself.
Once again attacked by the vicious man, Claire being almost assaulted again, and Isla bruised and concussed. Dougal stormed in and took them away, stopping at a stream to make the women drink from a foul smelling river. Isla recognized it as the truth river, lies were said to burn the throat once one drinks from the stream. They both drank and both told him that they were not spies and simply came here by accident. Dougal, finally believing them, told them the only solution he could think of for their current predicament, for the two woman to marry Scotsmen and become Scottish citizens.
Back at the camp the other men are made aware of what happened….
“So, I have made up my mind about Mrs, Beauchamp, Jamie you will marry the lass. She’s a good woman, smart and Bonnie. And I ken ye are fond of the lass.” Dougal told Jamie, causing a blush to form on his face and the teasing laughs from the other men as they had all seen his interest in her.
“As for Ms Burns…” Dougal starts “I’ll marry the lass” Murtagh interrupts, staring expressionless at the chieftain.
“Will ye now? Well, I guess that will do fine, if the lass will have ye.” Surprised that the stoic man would take an interest in marrying a woman, after all, he had see murtagh fawn over his sister Ellen for years. It was hard to imagine another capturing his heart in the same way.
Across the field Claire and Isla sat discussing the new turn their lives were about to take.
“I feel like I am betraying Frank.” Isla’s heart broke for Claire, she had after all met frank and knew of the love they had shared. But it was looking more and more like they would never make it home to their own time. Isla knew that living in the past meant that they needed protection, and the only way to get that now was a husband. Isla had also seen the glances shared by Claire and her soon to be husband, knew that they could grow to love one another and be happy, which is all she wanted for her friend.
“Claire, Jamie is a kind and caring man, he would never hurt you and he’d continue to protect you. I know you love Frank, and he loves you, which is why he would understand. Frank researched this time, it was his specialty, and he would understand that the only way for you to stay alive and safe is to marry someone else. The man would move heaven and earth to keep you safe, he would want this for you.”
“What about you? You never mentioned anyone, is there someone you had back home? A man waiting for you?”
“God no! I’ve actually never been in a serious relationship, I’ve had the odd date here and there, but it never really went anywhere. None of them struck that spark, you know?”
“I do. Do you know who Dougal picked for you by chance? I didn’t hear him say.”
“No, he didn’t. At least you already know who you’re husband is going to be. And you know what to expect, I’ve never been with a man intimately, and now I don’t even know who I will be expected to sleep with.” A blush rose in her cheeks at the thought of a certain rugged highlander in her bed.
A silence lulled between the women, which shortly after was interrupted by Jamie and Murtagh walking towards them across the field.
“May I have a word lass?” Murtagh’s asked Isla causing her blush to deepen.
“Of course, I’ll talk to you later Claire.” She followed Murtagh into the near by woods, heart racing trying to keep her emotions and hopes in check.
“What is it Murtagh? Is something wrong? Did Jamie not agree to marry…”
“No lass, it’s not about that. Jamie will marry Claire, he agrees tis a good match. And he is ver’a fond of the lass.” He cleared his throat and stared fidgeting with his hands nervously.
“What’s wrong Murtagh?”
“It’s actually yer predicament which I wished to discuss Ms Burns.” Her brows creased questioningly at the sudden formality. “I wish to offer my hand as the solution to your problem. If ye would have me, I’d me honored to have ye as my bride.” A blush rose on his face so deep it was vibrant through his dark beard.
“Why are you offering Murtagh? Not that It is an unwelcome offer, quite the opposite actually.” His eyes widen in shock, believing that she would reject his offer, “But I will not say yes if you are doing this purely for kindness, like all the gifts you have given me.” Isla felt like she had just put her foot in her mouth and ruined her chance of getting the man she wanted, but she needed to know that he was choosing her for the right reasons.
“Isla, lass, have ye not realized? I have wanted ye since the night I first saw ye. “He grabs her chin and makes her look him in the eye. “Bonnie thing, with curves in all the right places, with that giant backside pressed right against me rocking the whole ride home” he growls stirring something in her. “Mind ye, it’s not just yer body I want, no lass, ye have made me want yer heart as ye have clearly stolen away wi’ mine. Yer kindness, to even the most cruel and distant of strangers. That someone would heal her captures and help a man w’out asking of his past.” His rough hand caresses her cheek as her eyes stared at him, with pure love and adoration, tear up at his sudden declarations.
“Isla, If ye will have me, I will protect ye and love ye, as I ne’er thought I’d love again. If ye say yes, ye will have all o’ me. What do ye say lass?” His eyes travel from her eyes to her lips, waiting for her answer. She leans in to him, like magnets they come together, their lips barely touching.
“Yes” he crushes her body to him as he passionately kisses her. She responds in kind one hand on his neck, the other combing up into his hair pulling him closer still. His hands wander along her curves, on her lower back in an attempt to bring her closer yet, while his other hand traveled further south over her hip and cupping her buttock firmly, causing a yelp which he happily devoured from her lips.
Reluctantly he pulled himself away, laughing at her lips chasing his. A blush deepening to a vibrant rose on her cheeks and a glazed look in her eyes.
“Dinna fash lass, ye will get more soon. But ye will be mine when ye do, and ye will no’ be leaving my side once ye are.” Murtagh whispers in her ear making her shiver and clench her thighs. Her response didn’t escape his notice, and his eyes darkened with lust at just how responsive his little bunny really was.
“Let’s get back to everyone and plan the joint ceremony, shall we lass?” Isla nodded and followed Murtagh back towards the clearing when they planned a joint ceremony with Jamie, Claire hiding somewhere until she had to be married the next day.
See you at the wedding….
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cajon-desastre · 24 days
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dianaforever · 8 months
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Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall Characters: Murtagh Fraser, Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp, Mrs. Graham (Outlander), Frank Randall Additional Tags: Post-Battle of Culloden, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Season/Series 03, Outlander Season 3 Summary:
On another day perhaps I will have time for regret, but not today, no not this bloody day.
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sassenach77yle · 6 months
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Outlander 2x09 “Je suis prest.”
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always-outlander · 1 year
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The Outlander 31 Day Challenge: Day 3
Day 3: Favorite Murtagh scene
Murtagh is one of my favorite characters so choosing a favorite scene was difficult, but when I think of him I always think of the scene during The Wedding with Jamie in the stables.
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This is the biggest decision of Jamie’s life, and you can tell that Murtagh’s opinion means everything to him. He is Jamie’s family, and he’s been his father figure and mentor for his formative years. He also knew Jamie’s parents better than most, and loved Jamie’s mother deeply. He knows what love looks like, and what Jamie needs.
Murtagh knows Claire will make Jamie happy, and even though this marriage is arranged, and a risk for someone in Jamie’s position, he encourages Jamie. He knows that their life together will not be “normal”, but I think in this scene he knows Jamie loves her, and that his encouragement will help Jamie feel joy on his wedding day that otherwise might not be there. That’s love, man! And that encompasses Murtagh’s selfless nature so well.
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OUTLANDER ⇢ 2x11 | VENGEANCE IS MINE
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lordofthemushrooms · 9 months
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Murtagh cutting off the Dukes head and laying it at Claire’s feet was hotter and more romantic than anything Jamie has done or will ever do.
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theawkwardterrier · 4 months
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Wednesday 100: Morning Moments
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"And what're ye doing there, young Fraser?"
Willie turns to Murtagh with bright, overly innocent eyes — clearly learned from Fergus. Jamie was usually brasher as a child, and Claire likely didn't apologize for herself either.
Woefully: "It's cold out, e'en if she's got a coat."
"Aye, and she'll be warm enough in the barn. Besides, I dinna think yer auntie Jenny'll much care for dirty prints from you both all 'cross the floors."
Willie begins looking stubborn. Murtagh prepares to bargain him upstairs, but secretly he's glad. After seeing the lad so ill, it’s good to have him returned to form.
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Willie is not in his place in the bed, tucked between his siblings and a snuffly Claire, but Jamie doesn't panic. Still, when there's no sign in the nursery, or the kitchen, or the yard...
Jamie takes the stairs two at a time, remembering Willie curled up beneath the desk listening to Fergus's lessons. Through the study door, he hears his son's voice.
"And d'ye—d'ye think she'll have puppies then?"
"No' if she kens what's good for her," grumbles Murtagh. Jamie, not fooled, grins and relaxes. His godfather will soften toward any pups, just as he softens for his grandchildren.
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Wee Jamie and uncle Murtagh, modern AU
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troublemaker203 · 9 months
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Murtagh Fitzgibbons x Fem! Reader - Arranged Marriage Pt. 1
Word count: 1688
Summary: After your father had been killed and your brother had been taken by the Redcoats, you were left behind. A group of highlanders come across your ravaged house and decide to take you with them to Castle Leoch. Since you have lost the protection from your father and brother, it is decided that you should be married, in order to keep you protected from the Redcoats.
Warnings: Murder, assault, some drinking. 
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 The Redcoats had really proven their point. Your eyes filled with tears as you slowly walked through the remains of your home. You had watched them nearly burn the whole place to the ground, killing everyone in it, hidden behind trees and bushes.
             When your father noticed red blotches in the distance, he quickly rushed you outside, telling you to hide in the forest. The forest near your house was dark and it would have been hard for the Redcoats to find you. You had quickly run towards one of the bigger bushes and crouched down, closing your eyes, praying the Redcoats wouldn’t do any great harm. You were able to peak through the branches and saw that the Redcoats had approached your house. Your father had walked outside, followed by your older brother. The captain of the Redcoats, Jonathan Wolverton Randall, a.k.a. Black Jack Randall, said something to your father. Your brother took a step towards Randall, but he was quickly stopped by two other Redcoats. One of them aggressively grabbed him and hit him over the head with the back of his rifle, knocking him out. You wanted to run towards them and yell for them to stop, but you couldn’t, it would be your death. Your father yelled something and reached for his gun; one which was always safely tucked between his belt ever since the Redcoats regularly made their rounds through the villages. Before your father could point his gun at Randall, however, the Captain had already pointed his gun at your father, his finger tightly on the trigger. Your father held his hands up in the air and said something, but that did not satisfy Randall at all and, without hesitation, he had shot your father. You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from screaming; your cheeks warm and wet from the endless stream of tears. Randall turned around, motioned to his men and walked towards his horse. Two of his men grabbed your father; two others your brother. Four others entered the house and started taking everything that might be of value, destroying all other things. After they were done they all mounted their horses, taking your brother and father with them.
             After you had seen your brother and father being taken away by the Redcoats, you had closed your eyes and laid on the ground behind the bush for God knows how long. It had gotten dark by the time you finally opened your eyes. Afraid that the Redcoats might come back, you did not dare to move at first. After a while, without any sign of the Redcoats, you decided to get up and return to your house, what was left of it, that is.
Your house was located on the outskirts of the village, near the woods. Chances were that nobody had heard anything about what had happened. Even if you had screamed, nobody in the village would have noticed a thing.
             A single tear rolled down your cheek as you inspected the ruins that used to be your house. Walking through every room made you realize how much they had taken. Not a single silver item was left behind, or was it? Something shimmering in the moonlight caught your attention. It was covered in ashes from the wooden furniture. You carefully picked it up and dusted it off: it was a brooch of your family crest. Looking at the familiar object, you burst into tears.
             You had been sitting on the floor for a long time, staring into nothingness, stroking the brooch with your fingers, when you heard the soft sound of hooves on grass. Scared of more horrible Englishmen, you crouched down beside the windowsill, carefully looking out the window. To your surprise the men on the horses were not dressed in red, instead, they were dressed in kilts. The bearded men approached your house and you could hear them speaking to each other in hushed voices; their accent being the last clue that they were indeed Scotsmen. Still wary you did not dare to reveal your presence yet, so you waited instead. You saw the men dismount their horses and you saw that there was a woman among them as well. You hadn’t noticed her before, probably due to the fact that she was covered by the kilt of the man who was sitting behind her on the horse. The men quickly exchanged some words and two of them took the lead. The tallest of them, a broad-shouldered, bald man with a grey beard, kicked in the door, or what was left of it, making it fall off its hinges. You were sitting by the window on the left side of the house and because of the darkness, it was impossible for them to see you straight away. You made yourself even smaller and tried to hold your breath so you would not produce any sound.
             The men made their way further through the house, walking straight past you. You heard their muffled voiced coming from the back of the house. “Right, I think we’re clear,” you heard one of them say, “there’s nobody in the house.”Footsteps were nearing your hiding spot. “Er, Dougal, I think ye’re wrong. There’s a lass here.” More footsteps approached and the one who discovered you crouched down next to you. You did not dare to look at him, so you kept your eyes glued to the ground. He placed a hand on your shoulder, making you startle. “Claire!” the young lad, who had shared his horse with the lady, shouted and ran outside. He came back with the woman, who was, apparently, named Claire. She rushed towards you, nudging the man, who was crouched next to you, out of the way. “Please, Rupert, give her some space.” Her accent was soft, unlike that of the Scotsmen; she was English. Her eyes were friendly, but she had a worried expression on her face. “Are you hurt? Is that blood by the entrance your blood?” You shook your head. “What’s your name?” Claire asked. “Y/N,” you said softly. “Okay, Y/N, do you think you can stand?” You nodded and slowly stood up, supported by Claire and the chubby man named Rupert. “Is this your house?” the tall man with the grey beard asked. “Yes.” “Do you live here all by yourself?” “No sir. I used to live here with my father, mother, and brother. But after my mother passed away it was just my father, brother, and me. Until the Redcoats came this morning. They shot my father, hit my brother and took both of them with them.” The expression on the man’s face had changed. “The Redcoats you say?” You nodded. He turned to his man and they whispered something to each other. The man turned himself to you again. “Ye’re coming wi’ us, lass. We’ve still got a long way to go to Castle Leoch, so I suggest we stay here for the night and leave early in the morning.” “But what if my brother returns?” The young, red-haired lad scraped his throat. “I’m sorry lass, but I don’t think yer brother will still be alive. If he is, he will be hanging on by a thread.” You buried your face in your hands at the thought. Claire put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. You quickly dried your tears and tried to man up. “I think there is still some bread and cheese in the kitchen, maybe some wine, too,” you said, walking towards the remains of the kitchen.
             A quick search through the kitchen resulted in a fair amount of food. You returned to the living room area, content with the items you carried in your arms: two hole loafs of bread, a block of cheese and even a full bottle of wine. You put the food on the ground, but kept hold of the bottle of wine, pulling out the cork and taking a big sip. “Careful, lass,” the grey-bearded man laughed. “Just leave her be, Dougal. The lass has just lost her family, for Christ’s sake,” a brown-haired man said. He had a grumpy expression on his face, but he did not seem unfriendly. “I think she might need some stronger stuff, then,” Dougal said, pulling a flask from his belt and handing it to you. You took off the cap and sniffed it; a strong smell penetrated your nostrils. You took a sip and grimaced, but swallowed anyway. The men all laughed and even Claire chuckled. “You’ll get used to it,” she said, winking at you. You could not help but laugh, grateful for the light mood after having witnessed such a horrible scene before, however, you were still anxious about tomorrow, when you would join these strangers to Castle Leoch.
             After having finished the bread, cheese, and wine, everyone in the room felt tired but satisfied. “Right, we’ve got a long day tomorrow. Better get some sleep in,” Dougal said as he stood up and walked to a corner of the room, sitting down in it. “Angus, you’re the first to keep watch tonight. As for the rest of ye… figure it out amongst yerselves.” The short, brown-haired man called Angus grumpily stood up and walked outside. Claire and the red-haired lad moved to another corner of the room. Rupert stood up. “Come on, Willie,” he said to another young lad, who stood up as well and followed Rupert as he walked outside to join Angus. You looked around the room, trying to find a sport comfortable enough to lay down for a whole night. “Here lass,” the grumpy looking man held out his coat to you. You thankfully took it from him. “Thank you, er…” “Murtagh,” he said. You smiled at him. “Thank you, Murtagh.” You watched him turn around and walk towards another corner and you picked your own spot as well. After you laid down, you pulled Murtagh’s coat over you and when your head touched the ground, you realised how tired you were. After you closed your eyes, you quickly fell asleep.
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This is just the beginning! Please be patient lol
I'll try to post part 2 as soon as I can <3
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Outlander 31 day Challenge, day 13
Favorite scene with Gaelic
@cathighfive already mentioned To Ransom a Man’s Soul. That was my first thought too. So I’ll bring up another scene between Murtagh (my favorite character) and Jamie… when they’re reunited in America.
Jamie’s there with Ian, bitching up a storm about the price of a bit. Murtagh’s there wondering if he is really hearing that voice after all these years. He turns and Jamie is caught completely off guard. Jamie can’t help but slip into Gaelic and whispers “ghoistidh” like a prayer. Hits me so hard in the heart.
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