#outlander imagines

[inmyfxith]

Get-together

Pairing: Lord John Grey x wife!reader; Claire Fraser x daughter!reader

A/N: Here, Brianna never met Lord John + There will probably be a part 2.

Warnings: None

Words: 1k8

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Comfortably seated on one of the marble benches that decorated the large garden of the estate, you were facing an idyllic landscape straight out of one of Camille Corot's paintings. This inner reflection made you smile softly because in the time where you were now, this talented French painter had not even come out of his mother's womb yet. Time was frozen around you, the wind was blowing extraordinarily little which made the air dry but nevertheless not very stifling. The birds had fallen silent for a second and nothing could have made the moment you were living more soothing. You had been waiting for this time to come for a little over two years, two years in which you had gone through hell after making a decision that you could have avoided.

Emily, your maid, and great friend had run from home to bring you the last letter your husband sent from Wilmington, North Carolina. On one of his many trips, Lord John Grey had visited, as was his custom, one of his dearest friends, James Fraser. After exchanging a few small talks, John had the pleasure of talking about his recent marriage to a young woman whose appearance left no doubt about her Gaelic origins.

His words were well-chosen, sweet without being too suspicious in case someone from the outside intercepted the letter. Out of guilt for leaving you alone so often, he sent you regular letters that you took immense pleasure in answering. However, this time there was something about the way he wrote that was different from previous missives, as if something was haunting his mind. In fact, you did not know it yet, but John had just met your exact look-alike. That is why, instead of his usual little comments about the people he had met, John had written a paragraph asking you to join him in Wilmington with William. It seemed clear then that his more than singular experience with his friend had planted a seed of doubt in the Lord's mind.

And so, just a few weeks later, you and William had set foot in the indomitable city of Wilmington. The trip had been long, and more than a little unwarranted, but you were glad to have arrived in one piece. On the docks, amidst the dozens of red coats and fishermen, Lord John stood straight, his benevolent smile on his face as if he had spotted you before you even stepped off the boat. William had been the first to greet him before you approached him in turn. Out in public, you and John were trying to maintain a normal couple relationship, and unlike in your day, which did not mean holding hands on every ride or kissing every time you met. Your relationship was very conservative, and therefore highly respected by other British noble couples.

Relieved to see you off the boat, John gave you a few days in Wilmington to gather your strength before traveling to Fraser's Ridge.

On the way to James Fraser's lands, you, John, and William were playing a card game that had not yet been invented, President. Placing down your last card, you had just won the game and, to titillate John's gambling spirit, you had leaned over William's shoulder to observe his play. Waiting for your approval to lay down a card, the young lord finally laid down his last card in turn.

"That, young man, is called cheating." Seeing John's disappointed look at his defeat, you could not help but let out a small chuckle. Letting your gaze wander through the small window of the carriage, the first cabins quickly made their appearance. The few farmers and other settlers turned to look at you, or at the imposing carriage that they were not used to seeing. In an almost childish way, you waved and smiled at them, but their reaction was not what you expected. Instead of responding with a nod or simply ignoring you, the farmers' faces closed. Frowning, the expressions they returned to you seemed to be a mixture of incomprehension, doubt, and denial. Touched by their attitudes, you sank into your seat before closing the small curtain to hide the window.

"I thought the Scots were open minded people."

"They are not all like that. Besides, there's no doubt that once they meet you, they'll fall under your spell."

Taking your hand in his, John maintained eye contact. His gaze was soft and reassuring, as was the smile on his face.

"You really are impossible not to like." He knew better than anyone how to play with your emotions so that it was rare that you felt uncomfortable when you were in his presence. That was one of your husband's main qualities.

How you met was more than unusual. Two years earlier, you had emerged from the standing stones of Craigh Na Dun, Scotland, not really knowing what you were looking for. Unprepared, the redcoats quickly caught up with you after their authority in the area intensified. A woman, whom you did not know, had made accusations of witchcraft against you. A trial did take place, but it was not very fair. Witness after witness were brought before a judge who had already made the decision to burn you alive before you even entered the courtroom. However, as the cruel judgment was about to be handed down, a man, with one of his legs missing, raised his voice and, in an inexplicable way, had managed to bribe the judge to have you momentarily cleared. It was then that John had entered the scene. As a favor to the man who had saved you, Helwater had quickly become your new home and it was to silence the gossip that John had decided to make you a true English lady.

The carriage stopped in front of the imposing and rustic home of the Fraser family. Information about them was thin and came only from what John had told you. He was a Scotsman whom your husband had met when he oversaw Ardsmuir Prison and she was a talented doctor, which for the time you found very impressive. John was the first to step out of the carriage, then it was William's turn to appear before the proud Jamie Fraser.

Hidden behind a large hat adorned with French lace, you emerged from the vehicle with the help of John whose arm had been used for support. You were now facing your host. Clearing your face, your gaze met that of the owner of Fraser's Ridge whose face did not hide his astonishment.

"Brianna? I thought you were with your mother." His reflection chilled your blood, as much as the voice that emerged from behind your carriage and sounded so familiar.

"It's nice to see you again, Lord John. I..." It was impossible for you to believe, not after all that had happened to you in the past two years. And yet, there, stepping forward to position herself beside her husband, your mother seemed just as shocked as you were.

After a moment of hesitation, during which no one really dared to speak, you fell into each other's arms, your eyes filled with tears. When Brianna appeared, it only took John a few seconds to realize what was happening. The reunion with your family was particularly emotional, and while Jamie and John were discussing matters of some importance, your mother and sister had decided it would be a clever idea for you to take a walk and have a more intimate conversation.

Holding your mother's arm, she asked you a bunch of questions about why you had come to North Carolina.

"You mentioned the stones circle and, since we were in Scotland, I wanted to see it with my own eyes." Attentive to your words, Claire sat on a tree trunk to make sure she did not miss anything of your story.

"When I arrived, it was as if the main stone were calling to me, as if I was drawn to it and couldn't pull back. And I ended up touching it." Your way of speaking was calm, clear as John had taught you.

"Scotland was hostile, and no sooner had I set foot in Inverness than I was arrested for witchcraft. A picture of my face was plastered all over the city and one woman claimed loudly that she had seen me act like one.” Hearing what you had to say, Brianna lowered her head as if she felt guilty about something. Because it was not you the woman was accusing, it was Brianna. However, your faces and mannerisms were so identical that she had not bothered to see your differences. You then continued your story, trying not to leave out any details. And you concluded by talking about John and Helwater. This place had been the perfect place for you to adapt to your new era because of its location away from the city centers. And it was simply to remove the doubts that had arisen in John's mind that you had accepted the trip to North Carolina.

After much discussion, the sun had finally set, and you had returned together to Claire's house where Ms. Bug had prepared a room for you and Lord John. Contrary to your habits at Helwater, Lord John insisted that you share a room, claiming that he did not want the house cleaner to have extra work. He needed to be reassured about what had just happened. Facing a wall, and unable to lie to him any longer, you went into an endless monologue about why you never told him that part of your family was in North Carolina.

Sitting up in bed, knees pressed together against your chest, your eyes were focused on the fire that was warming the room. Throughout your tirade, John had not bothered to look at you. He was standing in front of the fireplace, and as he did not respond, a form of anxiety began to take hold of you.

"I know this story sounds insane, and I will totally understand if my place at Helwater was taken away from me..." John suddenly looked back at you, his eyebrows were furrowed but he did not seem angry.

"There was never any question of taking anything away from you. Just understand my position, a few months before I showed up here and your sister's looks caught my eye." He did not believe you, at least his doubts were still relatively present and visible. Letting out a deep sigh, he came however to lie down beside you. "Now I know why I like you so much." Sometimes you snooped around John's office when he was abroad. Most of the time it was just to borrow his letter opener or use his pens. However, one day you came across one of the letters he had wanted to send to a certain J. Fraser but never had the strength to do so because of the contents of the letter. So, you thought that John was not happy with you and that a woman, elsewhere, was the reason for his repeated trips. But it was not so, for several months you had been jealous of... your own father.

#outlander #outlander imagine #outlander imagines #lord john grey #lord john x reader #claire fraser #claire randall #claire beauchamp #claire fraser x reader #brianna x reader #brianna mackenzie #brianna fraser #jamie fraser x reader #james fraser #jamie fraser

[lovelyygirl8]

Julie Janet Fraser headcannons <3

(oc from ‘Divine Light’, a series I’m starting) (idk why her hair and eyes r brown in the gif, her hair is black and her eyes r actually green, this is just the only gif I could find of Alice Pagani where her hair is long)

• she’s named after Claire’s mother Julia, and Jenny whose actual name is Janet

• she is 12 minutes younger than Brianna

• she isn’t particularly a morning person or a night person, she can go to bed late and wake up early, go to bed early and wake up late, or go to bed early and wake up early, it’s just rlly random

• she got into painting when she was 10 and after years of experimenting with different mediums, she found her love for oil paints. Her favourite things to paint were people and landscapes, and her paintings of sceneries were always signed and hung around the house, along with some of her paintings of her family.

• she loved wearing skirts and dresses, and her fashion style was very angel-like, with lots of lace and light florals, but she also wore clothes that were very trendy as well when she felt like it (money definitely wasn’t a problem for them with franks job and Claire’s, despite the gendered pay gap)

• her and Fergus get on so well they’re brother and sister they’re best friends they’re partners in crime (not actually tho at least atm, we’ll see what happens)

• her and Marsali also get on so well, especially since Marsali never really knew girls her own age growing up, and she misses Jodie so much, so Julie would fill the void a little, but not take Jodie’s place.

• she can’t decide on a new colour, she feels like she’s always discovering new ones even if it’s the slightest difference from one she’s seen before, but she loves green and pink and blue a lot, but she also loves orange and yellow and purple a lot. She goes in spirals like that tiny one when people ask cause she can never decide and if she does decide on one it’ll change very quickly

• she view emotions as different colours: any shade of bright or pastel pink from blush to fuchsia is happiness, sadness is a dark shade of purple (#460457 - type that into safari and it’ll show you the exact colour), anger is an orange that leans toward red rather than yellow #eb4200, calm is a deep warm brown #542b16, fear is a dark muted yellow #8a8460

• her favourite flowers are delphinium, foxglove, bearded iris, Himalayan poppy, wisteria, carnation, and her favourite “filler flowers” are sweet pea, forget me not, astilbe, and spirea.

• like Brianna, she went to Harvard, but she studied Botany and Geology for her bachelors degree. Since Brianna was 20 when she met Roger, I’m just gonna assume she was doing a Masters degree, which requires an extra year or so, since she was still in university and changing her degree and people tend to start university at 18. I tried to find out how old people generally were when starting university in the 60s but i didn’t find anything. Assuming they did go to university at 18, Julie is done with university when she travels through the stones (we don’t see anything about Brianna graduating and I think that’s just because she changed her degree so to engineering from history so I think she wouldn’t have graduated when Julie did).

Thank you for reading 🫶🏼

#claire fraser #jamie fraser #brianna fraser #roger mackenzie #outlander imagines #outlander #oc #original character #headcanon #headcanons #imagines #oneshot #murtaugh fraser #marsali fraser #fergus fraser

[devilsrecreation]

I’ve had this in my mind for a while so now I give you

Outlander Pirate AU (feat. Makuu)

-This is definitely one of the Zootopia-esque au’s because who doesn’t love animal pirates?

-The hyenas and vultures are part of one big crew, with Janja as the Captain and Mzingo as his first mate

-Jasiri and Reirei both defied gender roles by being Captains of their crew. Reirei met Goigoi while captured on another ship and she rose to the top. She married Goigoi and her crew grew from there

-Jasiri is actually a privateer who works under newly crowned King Kion. She eventually convinces Janja’s crew to merge with hers and is known as “The Pirate Queen” by everyone else.

Janja agreed cuz he maaay or may not have a repressed crush on Jasiri but he’ll obviously take that to his watery grave

-Captain Kiburi formed a new pirate crew after he started a mutiny against his former captain, Makuu. Makuu, however, had seen it coming and was able to fend off Kiburi and his followers. His crew isn’t as big as the other pirate captains, but holy shit can they fight. They’ve killed more animals than the rest combined

-Kenge was found as a stowaway on Kiburi’s ship, with him against the world and turning to piracy for survival. The crocs wanted to kill him on sight, but Kenge had something they didn’t: venom. So when Tamka tried to attack after calling him “little”, he ferociously bit him and held him at knifepoint. It was then when Kiburi had a better idea: Why not put that anger and those fighting skills to good use? He’s now one of the crocs, being Kiburi’s new friend and best fighter. Everyone thinks they should be scared of the crocodiles when it’s really him you gotta worry about. Kiburi likes to use him as a threat. Either give them all the loot or they’ll sick Kenge on you

-Sumu is an interesting story. Kiburi’s crew found him while exploring a desert island. It’s unknown how he got there in the first place (he doesn’t like to talk about it), but he ultimately joins the crew as a cabin boy among Kenge’s suggestion. Kiburi thought nothing of it until he saw Sumu in action. Turns out he can fatally stab people so that’s fun.

-Ushari was once a great pirate, but after too many near death experiences, he decided to become a grumpy innkeeper with Shupavu and Njano as his employees. They usually act as bartenders who serve drinks to the guests.

-After Makuu started a mutiny against him, Pua stepped down from captain of his crew and resides at the inn, telling all kinds of stories to anyone who would listen

-Hodari is a cabin boy in Makuu’s float. It was always his dream to be a pirate and he was able to prove himself when he helped Makuu steal from Kiburi (after Kiburi stole from him first lol)

-All the captains act like mortal enemies at sea, but put them next to each other in a tavern or Ushari’s inn and they’re acting like they’ve been friends for years

-Out of all the crews, Kiburi’s curses the most. They’ve even done it in the inn when they visited for the night. Ushari had to threaten to bite them on the spot if they didn’t stop driving his customers away. The skinks didn’t do much to help, as Shupavu was too busy laughing and Njano was encouraging them

-Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed are also retired pirates, giving their ship to Janja’s crew once they put the life behind them. They own a tavern, which is another popular hangout spot for pirates

-Njano once snuck onto Kiburi’s ship on his day off. It was a disaster

Kiburi’s realization went like this

#may or may not add more to this but this is all i got #no but i can imagine all the outlanders singing fucked with an anchor and jasiri or ushari just like 😑 #don’t be fooled though pirate kiburi still doesn’t sing lmao #tlg au #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Being in a relationship with Enki Ankarian...

Being born with the Enlightened Soul, Enki was cursed and blessed with a restless need to constantly seek for new knowledge and secrets hidden away from the massive community of common folk. Such a trait had started manifesting within him at a very young age, as he was chosen to become a Dark Priest upon his and his twin sister’s birth. 

Despite their rather close relationship, they were pitted against each other, typical to such occult rites, and had to fight to death with ritual daggers. Unfortunately for him, Enki was born with a frail body, that only remained fragile due to his extensive overindulging in studying, and lack of going outside or doing any kind of physical activities - Thus, his sister easily overpowered him, her dagger on his neck, waiting for the final blow.

She, however, showed mercy that he was incapable of, and withdrew her dagger, stepping away, as the high priest masters glared gleefully at the ridiculously pitiful event unfolding before their very eyes.

Unable to accept defeat, Enki rose from the ground, as soon as his sister’s back was carelessly turned to him, and he stroke his dagger to her spine, watching with cold, empty eyes as she collapsed to the ground. The high priests seemed especially pleased with this and prepared for his ascension ceremony, where he resurrected his deceased sister into a ghoul, using the newly acquired skill of Necromancy. 

The cold, blank corpse of his sister brought a smile of satisfaction and accomplishment on his otherwise emotionless, pale face. 

After his ascension to Dark Priesthood, he left the temple grounds to learn occult on his own, in a dark pilgrimage. He began praying to Gro-Goroth as he began dedicating his studies to the knowledge of Old-Gods.

Enki travelled across the Western continent, learning about different Gods, deities, blood magic and all known sciences. His studies didn’t come without their merit, as he was rightfully acknowledged by the top scholars of modern times, being granted a pass to the great libraries of the Kingdom of Rondon, having the collection of all known history and science at his grasp. 

During his intensive research, drowning in a copious amount of piles of books and paintings, swimming in an endless ocean of knowledge, when suddenly, he felt compelled to raise his head, for a single split second - But that was enough to feast his eyes on the radiant presence of a woman that seemed to glow with such an aura that was unfamiliar to Enki.

For some reason, this human made Enki want to approach her, to delight himself with that Sun-like warmth and gentleness, and never let go. His brain had gone hay-wire for that exact single second, and he imagined her Ascension, defeating even Alll-mer in influence and radiance, for she would be worthy of worship far and wide, a single Goddess above them all, be them New or Old alike.

Ha! What a fool he’s been, allowing himself to fall prey to a woman’s charm, as if he is alike any of those petty mundane wretches, much beneath them. Surely, there was nothing that she had, except for a pretty face, and long soft locks, and a dress so beautiful and embellished with rich ornaments and golden thread embroidery... And there he goes again, losing time with meaningless thoughts!

O, and how he wished she would stop living rent-free inside his head, just so he could return to his endless studying already... Alas, that woman was gracefully sitting on a velvety chair by the dimly lit window, adopting a relaxed yet incredibly elegant pose as she began reading some kind of large, dusty tome, so old that it was almost ripping apart at the seams.

Such negligence - She might her slender, delicate fingers, but surely, there was no way an uneducated idiot like herself would be able to handle such a frail book!

Fuming, he didn’t quite realise he came up with an unlikely scenario, just to have a reason to march up in front of the beauty and speak to her - Surely, if he was to approach her with his usual misanthropy, she would be compelled to hate him and would avoid him at all costs - What a brilliant plan!

“What do you think you’re doing, you brain dead vermin?! Books like this one are supposed to be handled with intensive care!” in his makeshift rage, he tried to look away from that adorably confused face of hers, or those glowing doe eyes, looking up into his dead eyes with such radiant vitality. He grabbed at her hands, and almost shivered lightly at how soft and soft they were, compared to his skeletal-like cold and clammy ones.

“Oh, forgive me, Sir, I meant no harm.” her voice was so princess-like, compared to his gruff voice, rough from lack of speaking, that he almost felt his whole body caressed with honeyed mead. “You see, I often come to these libraries and rehabilitate old tomes like this one. I either sew protective covers over them, or try to re-write them, so that more copies would be available for people to read. There have been numerous cases of books being destroyed or going missing, and there was no way of retrieving the lost knowledge.” that sweet smile applied some colour to his otherwise ghost-white face, and for the first time in his life, Enki felt his heart pounding in his chest, harder than that time when his sister almost killed him.

Slowly, Enki let go of her hands and peered down at the book’s covers - Indeed, the seaming was freshly done, and the gold thread was adequately holding together the hardboiled leather. Even the inscription of the title was masterfully done, so much so that he found no defect to complain about or scold her for. Which meant, he also had no other reason to keep in contact or speak with this woman - So what was he supposed to do?! He had no clue how to react in such a difficult social dilemma.

“I am glad that there are more attentive people like yourself, with a genuinely love for knowledge and books!” she chirped softly, radiating with kindness and warmth. “If there were more people like yourself, it would be so much easier to preserve all this precious fountain of knowledge and allow a wider range of people to access it.” “You’re delusional.” contrary to what he was truly thinking, Enki grumbled under his breath, the corner of his mouth turning upwards in a disgusted sneer. “You wouldn’t be the first to call me that!” her giggle seemed as tender as an angel’s embrace. “It’s quite alright though! I just do what I like to do, and if people can benefit from my work, then all the best!” he was speechless, from a variety of reasons. “Are you quite alright, Sir? You seem unusually pale. Are you feeling ill?” at the same time that the beauty reached out her hands to cup his cold face and feel him up, Enki’s eyes widened like a dead fish’s, and he violently retracted away from her touch, as though he was terrified of getting burnt by her Sun-like warmth. Not only that, but the tome from her lap fell to the ground with a thud and a large cloud of dust, which ultimately made them both cough. “I’m fine. Mind your own business, woman.” he grunted in between coughs, crouching down to get the book - Only to feel her hand underneath his own - Was it fate, that such a continuous string of intimate coincidences keep happening? Was he supposed to meet her? Was there truly a red string of destiny wrapped around them both, pulling them together? “Oh, forgive me, Sir.” she smiled softly at him, waiting for him to remove his larger hand from on top of hers. He didn’t, captivated and lost in her eyes. “You may take the book at home for studying, if you’d like. I can guarantee for you. You seem like a man who truly treasures knowledge and books.” “Stop calling me Sir, it’s annoying. Enki Ankarian.” he grumbled, snatching away his hand from over hers, before cradling the tome to his chest, as though it’s his most cherished possession.  “It is lovely meeting you, Mr. Ankarian.” the glare she received made her offer a sheepish grin. “Uh... Mr. Enki?” the glare got harsher. “Enki...?” his glare dissipated, replaced once again by a blank stare, and a weird sense of relief and content washed over him. “My name is Y/N. You must be having an Enlightened Soul, right?” Enki rose a questioning eyebrow - Was it truly that evident, even to somehow he just met for the first time? Still, he grunted a positive answer. “No wonder - Then, I have all the more reason to trust you with borrowing books from our library.” Enki couldn’t help but pick up on the odd choice of a possessive pronoun. “Good to know.” he mumbled under his breath. “Whose library is it?” “Loosely speaking, it belongs to the Kingdom of Rondon, but it was my family who founded it, long ago, and we’ve kept taking care of it, having scholars, maesters and priests over, leaving imprints of their knowledge here and what not.” the way she was speaking of her family and the library seemed to make her exceedingly proud and happy. “Do you have a Radiating Soul or what?!” Enki found himself blurting out without as much as any bit of consideration or a normal, social filter. But the woman before him didn’t seem to mind it, nor was she seemingly bothered by it at all. For a delicate damsel like herself, she seemed to be tanking his brashness and rudeness with an impenetrable shield of white light. “Oh, yes, you are correct! As expected of someone bright like yourself!” she seemed to be bubbling over with glee. No wonder he was immediately attracted to her, from the second she entered the room. People like her were born to have tons of people flocking around her like moths to the flame. How annoying.

Enki couldn’t help but glare at the woman before him, smiling so brightly, as though she’s never even heard of the horrors of the world, let alone experience them; A creature so pure, that the glimmers of hope sparkle all around them. This woman was the perfect opposite of him, so much so that he almost felt afraid of being anywhere near her. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Such a situation went much over the parameters of his abilities and skills. 

“Will I see you around tomorrow also?” Enki’s breath hitched in his throat and his heart stopped beating, as soon as he heard that God forsaken question. “I have to return the book, don’t I?” he found himself successfully grunting a satisfactory answer. “Wonderful!” she chimed happily. “Then, it is time for me to return home and bake some cookies!” with his eyes bulging out of his sockets, and his jaw slightly agape, Enki felt his throat dry, wondering - What the hell has he gotten himself into?

From then on, almost on a daily basis, Enki would spent day in and day out at the libraries of Rondon, accompanied by that annoyingly beautiful woman, who captured his dead heart in such a weird way. 

You would bring over trays of snacks and cookies she made, along with tea, coffee, with small recipients with milk and honey for sweetening - Of course, you would drink the sweetest beverages, whilst he liked them black and bitter - And he has to admit, everything you made, was out of this world delicious.

His skin even started getting some colour, and his body wasn’t as skeletal-skinny, due to being unconsciously taken care of, to the point that you even invited him over at your rather lavish house, where he’d eventually move in, without much protest.

Years later, he still isn’t quite sure how the hell did he end up moving in so quickly and effortlessly - It all felt incredibly natural, and he didn’t even realise what had happened, until it was too late, and he had slept over in his own dormitory for over a month. It was a comfortable life he was living, with no restrictions about studying, nor the need to work ; Though, in a way, he did feel as though he was taking advantage of your kindness, which irked him enough into thinking of way to compensate you in some way.

Realising there was nothing that he owned, which he could offer you, he proposed to teach you offensive magic. He knew well enough that you were safe and sound in Rondon, and you were well versed in the healing arts to begin with, but there comes no harm in having ways to defend yourself, correct? His sister should have been taught that lesson sooner.

With unexpected patience, Enki would put you closer to him on the sofa, with a book on his lap and an arm around your waist, reading to you whatever he was interested in at that moment, and would explain everything in great detail, making sure you understand everything there is of interest about that said topic.

And when it comes to practicing blood magic of any kind, he will have you practicing, in a safe environment, on wooden dummies. Hell, he was impressed by how easily you picked up on his teachings, that he even muttered out a bit of praise! Wonderous achievement!

Enki finds great comfort in brushing your hair, and would take all the time in the world just playing with those soft locks, even idly braiding it or twisting it around, as a means of relaxing or de-stressing.

At some point, during the hotter times of the year, he would begrudgingly allow you to also braid his hair and style it in a bun - You wear the same hairstyles more often than not - Mostly at home though, where there’s no one else to see.

When he gets frustrated, he would absent-mindedly doodle random runes or symbols all over your hand or arm, before going out into the cold rain to cool himself and start over whatever he project he was working on.

Though he always hisses like a cat, he loves it when you kiss his cheeks or forehead whenever you pass by his study desk. He loves your touch more than he’d like to admit, and he loves the way your plump, soft lips feel against his own, capable of pulling him out of this world - But what he loves more than anything, is how small you feel in his embrace, as you cuddle or hug - There is no words being said, only swimming in the love and bliss, feeling each other’s heartbeat, reveling in each other’s warmth.

When you get intimate, he’ll always stay above you, cradling your head and peppering your face with tons of lingering kisses, going down to your jaw and neck. Every sound you make, every twitch of your body, only drive him crazy. He’ll take his time with you, slow and steady, long strokes, until you see stars before your eyes, and him in the center of your world. If you try to look away as you climax, he’ll lightly tug on your hair, inching your face to make you look at him and only him as you come undone in his arms.

He might not admit to it, and he’ll never ever admit to it, not even to himself, but he loves you as much as he loves studying. On the days you’re going out together, strolling through the busy cobbled streets of Rondon, he will keep his arm around your waist, glaring at anyone who’d dare look at you - And with your Radiant Soul, there were plenty of people attracted to you. No one could get anywhere close to his little angel.

Though he found himself happiest and most comfortable living with you, his studies were never neglected, to the point that he found himself despairing for having nothing more that he can learn - This empty husk, limited to the Earthly, can only get him so far. He had reached the limits of any human can achieve, and all because of his Enlightened Soul, he was unable to find any means of keeping himself under control. He was going crazy, and there was nothing even you could do, even suggesting going traveling abroad, that could calm him down from his insanity.

There was no satisfaction, nor fulfilment that he could get. He allowed the Dark Priests to crucify him on the statue, naked, in the middle of the city, ready to be taken to the other world by Alll-mer. There was no silver lining waiting at the end; The purpose of all humans was to liver under the cold sun that the Gods have set above them all. 

Just as the Priests were ready to sacrifice him, Enki saw a vision - He wasn’t sure if it was your desperate visage that gave him new thirst for living, guilty of breaking your heart, or that mysterious thing flashing in the corner of his eyes - Whichever the case, he understood his new purpose, and was ready to start anew, to flip a new chapter in this agonising life.

Once the Priests brought him down, you immediately ran up to him, wrapping him up in a blanket to keep his cold, clammy skin warm. You were ready to bring him home, cook him a warm meal, bring him a hot tea - But he was far too excited about this new prophecy that he was shown, this revelation that foretold a man meant for greatness, who will begin a new era for mankind - Why would he share the spotlight of the Gods with any mortal man, anyway?

Prophecies are only for those who are weak enough to bend to their sorry fates. Enki was hell-bent on finding this man and learning more about him and this so-called destiny of his. As far as he’s aware, this man is imprisoned in the notorious dungeons of Fear and Hunger.

He knew this was it - The stairway to his Enlightenment, and he was dead set on discovering all the ancient secrets that this stronghold kept, all to reach the ultimate understanding of the greater scheme of things.

No matter how much he wished to keep you at home and promise you that he’ll return in time for dinner, he couldn’t. Not only was it impossible for him to lie to you like that, but he was also unable of stopping you from joining him, no matter how many times he warned you that he might not be able to keep you safe during this mess of a quest, or even as much as say with certainty that neither of you will die. Still, you were persistent, and though you felt your body shivering with fear as soon as you reached the courtyard to the two entrances, you still didn’t back down - You were going to stay by his side, through thick and thin.

From the very second that you got in front of the dungeons, he could see your body trembling softly with fear, from the sheer malevolent and suffocating pressure that it emanated. Enki was unable of reassuring you with words, but he held your hand, guiding you blindly through the intricate hallways of the labyrinthine dungeon, though he had no idea where exactly he had to go. The only thing he knew was that he had to find Le’Garde somewhere deep underneath the dungeons, in the prison levels... Probably.

As torches would go out far too quickly, leaving you to stumble blindly through the place, you used a simple magic spell to create a ball of light in your palm.

In a place as decrepit and plagued such as the Fear and Hunger dungeon, even your Radiating Soul seemed to be greying and fading tragically.

It was thanks to Enki’s level-headed and composed self that you could feel relatively safe. That, and his almost unsettling Necromancy skill, which aided him in creating a small army of ghouls and skeletons to aid your journey to success.

The two of you first encountered an enormous prison guard, with rather disproportionate genitals, ready to tackle you and destroy you entirely. You were absolutely terrified, stunned and rooted to the spot - Thankfully, the Dark Priest and his powerful dark magic were able to quickly massacre the foe.

To calm you down, Enki cupped your face and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering loving words until he could feel your bode relaxing under his touch, ready to go on with your long and perilous journey.

You scavenged various crates and barrels, finding food, armors and weapons useful for the future, though the two of you still relied on your own powerful magic, and the cannon fodder dead as meat shields.

You killed two dark priests, taking their soul stones and purifying talismans, sacrificing a man and raising affinity with Gro-Goroth, before unsealing the magic door using Counter-Magic and venturing inside where they found a Hexen and learnt Greater blood magic.

In one of the libraries, there weren’t all that many books of interest. Somewhere further along, you found a ritualistic circle painted on the ground with blood, over a carved up symbol of Gro-Goroth. You looked up at Enki, confused, as he studied the book on the pedestal closely.

“Gor-Goroth requires a sacrifice, doesn’t he? And Sylvian wants love. Alll-mer wants prayer, doesn’t he? What are we supposed to do?” you ask, looking down at the intricate circle. “Nothing. I’ll do a quick prayer for the God of Destruction, but nothing more. Get out of that circle right now, I don’t want to risk your safety.” he ushered you away quickly as he prayed, and took you out of that place immediately.

On a book shelf, somewhere up, beyond your reach, Enki found the renowned Necronomicon. With trembling hands and deep excitement, he dares to read the Black Book, and even learns the Black Orb spell. This new-found knowledge only seemed to further excite the Dark Priest, so much so that he smirked with deep triumph.

Probably one of the worst parts of the journey was traversing through the Blood-Flesh pit to get to the prisons and activate the elevator for the ground levels; Honestly, how in the world could such a disgusting thing exist, anyway? Everything was so fleshy, squishy, juicy and revolting, it made your skin crawl.

Out in the courtyard, you found a massive statue of Alll-mer, to which you begrudgingly prayed to, but funny enough, somewhere to the left of the courtyard, a huge orgy was taking place, with a bunch of naked people wearing only bunny masks. They were in a trance-like state, and the act seemed rather painful for the submissive one; It was absolutely terrifying to watch, especially as none were letting out a single noise. It seemed that love for the sake of Sylvian had completely gone corrupted. Seeing how uncomfortable it made you, Enki grabbed your wrist and took you away from there without another word. No Godly Affinity was worth your discomfort.

The next location you went to was the Mines, where you noticed a presence that didn’t seem to indicate any kind of malice. Though Enki was a little more weary, as he felt responsible for your well-being, you found yourself encouraged to step forward and introduce yourself. This man looked very similar to Enki, with long and well-kept hair, pale skin, and a dust-grey priest robe. There was something about his soul also, something familiar, that made you feel you could trust this man called Nosramus.

He, also, had an Enlightened Soul. No wonder you felt at ease in his presence. Enki, also, seemed to be feeling the same way. Nosramus revealed he is an alchemist and he lives in this God-Forsaken place. Unfortunately, he had to run away, as he had forgotten his kettle on. What a shame.

Stumbling around blindly through the mines, you had to battle a rather hostile Yellow Mage, though with some rather cunning talk from Enki, he retriever a rather interesting Talisman, before killing that ridiculous dancing foe.

After defeating the Salmonsnake and a ton of ghosts, passing by the cannibal orgy dedicated to Gro-Goroth, Enki summons a portal passage towards the bridge to Ma’habre, pulling you in with him along the ancient city. Somewhere up in the sky, you could see the ghostly silhouette of the four New Gods, who disappeared one by one, but not before a promise of reunion. You were sent back to the mines after that. What a peculiar manifestation of magic!

You went through a whole city of inoffensive yet rather creepy cave-dwellers before finding your way to attack a huge, armoured Knight and its phantasmal counterpart which blocked the path towards Nosramus’ laboratory. He seemed to greet you with open arms and a genuine smile on his face.

Enki asked him what his studies consisted in, and he claims he studies just about all fields of knowledge, like a true renaissance man would, like blood magic, deities, gods and what not, though now he’s most interested in nature and the heartbeat of the earth. Enki smirked a little, realising that such interest aligns with your own. He seemed rather light-hearted and jovial, joking around about having been around for an eternity, and that this dungeon is vital for his studies. Though, when asked about this particular man, he seemed vague, though he confirmed he must be a few floors below them, and they should hurry.

Emboldened by his affirmation, they returned to the Cave-Dwellers’ village and searched around for clues, until they found a rather intricate and particular artifact in the form of a cube. It was the Cube of the Depths. Unfortunately, as soon as they grabbed it, the otherwise peaceful Cave-Dwellers became hostile and started attacking them once spotted. What a shame.

Once escaped, they found themselves deep inside a rather terrifying thicket, chased around by poisoned mumblers, though here, they found a weird, large, bulbous thing like a chist, pulsating and throbbing. They destroyed it immediately, before going down a hole in the ground, reaching the Level 7 Catacombs and finding another such thing.

Unfortunately, just down that corridor, they found the prison cell where the Man of the Prophecy was being shackled. He was already long dead. They were much too late. They failed the task they set out to. How annoying.

Looking at each other, you and Enki exited the prison cell hand in hand, looking down in disappointment - There was no reason for you to be there anymore, was it? Alas, Enki’s path to Enlightenment was shattered in front of him. Mumbling a few curses, he was deaf to the sound of footsteps approaching. “Nosramus!” Enki was brought back to reality by your sweet voice gasping out the alchemist’s name.

The man seemed to have already guessed the one called Le’Garde was long dead. He must have thought he’d have had a much bigger role in the greater scheme of things, but apparently, not so much. Still, the seed of what he planted continues to grow and branch. Nosramus encouraged you to venture further into the darkness and figure out this enigmatic riddle for yourselves. With you thirst for success, Enki dragged you to a large stone gate, engraved with a variety of runes. He brought out the Cube, and the doors opened, to the Tomb of the Gods. Fantastic! This area looks to be from the distant past, how intriguing!

The Priest rushed with you through the many corridors of the Tomb, until you reached the outside; The darkness was hiding away the city, though with your magic, you could get a small glimpse of the odd architecture of this ancient city. It truly was a work of art and historical fountain.

A little unsure of what to do, you reach a Beacon, which seemed to react to the Cube. It grew taller by a few levels, glowing bright green, and suddenly, you and Enki were in Ma’Habre, now illuminated by the bright daylight. The two of you could only stare in shock and wonder at the sight before your eyes - Neither of you ever thought you would witness such a miracle. You were grateful to Nosramus for his guidance. That man knew so much more than he led on.

The Ancient City was wonderous to explore, and it felt almost as though you were sight-seeing, and you were just a newly-married couple enjoying their honeymoon vacation abroad; Though most of the time, you spent in the Grand Library was the most welcomed, as you found so many long-forgotten books to study. Of course, you found yourself stealing a few of them, eager to take them home, restore them, copy them and place them in your own Rondon Library, to benefit other scholars also.

When you were ready to leave the Library, you got attacked by something that you could only call a giant head with its brain out... And uh... An eye that looks awfully phallic.

After guarding from a headbutt and summoning a blood golem, Enki tries talking some sense to the God of Enlightenment... The great Enlightened Valeil became this weird, huge head. Bewildering. Though he didn’t seem to react to his words, a stream of ideas, concepts and questions fill your head.

“Among us... The new Gods... I am Valteil to the Enlightenment as Francois is to the Domination. Who is Torment...?” the voice inside your head asked. At once, Enki answered correctly, mentioning Chambara’s name. The boss took a good amount of damage. Whilst you kept using defensive and healing spells, the undead army kept attacking, allowing Enki safe space to speak and destroy the boss.

“The dark continent... Whence the darkness slowly leaks to the Western World... Where the day only shines... Eternal darkness and grey gloom... What is it called among the people of Europa?” Enki answered correct with his answer of Vinland, causing the Enlightened One a massive headache.

“We, the new Gods... Whilst still walking among men... Our fellowship, when did we embark on our journey to Ascension?” Year 809 was the correct answer, as expected of someone like your remarkable husband. Valteil’s right hemisphere and that ridiculous eye had been destroyed, and then his left hemisphere also. He remained a hallow skull.

“Alll-mer, the Ascended one... The last of the older Gods. What year marks the birth of his new self?” Year 0 was the right answer, of course, and with that, Valteil was defeated. The head of Valteil the Enlightened One falls down to the darkness from where it once rose. The millennia of wisdom and knowledge that is too much for a normal person to bear passes through your heads. You only get glimpses of what is waiting for you on the other side, but this information stream is too much for your mind to handle. Your head hurts, and you feel a little shaken up. You look at Enki, who’s clutching his head also, yet he seems completely ecstatic with the knowledge that something far greater has just started to change.

The cogs of Fear and Hunger have just began to rotate on a larger scale. You got the Enlightened Soul. Enki’s hand squeezed yours, and it was clear, he’s never been more thrilled than with this experience. For a brief second there, he wanted to regret embarking in such a dangerous adventure, yet now, he was pumped up and ready to learn more.

Traversing back through the intricate library, you found Valteil’s mortal body, strung up at the waist with a rope. He seemed absolutely depressed, saying that mankind has no hope, and that ascension was never the right path. Enki admitted he was also on the path of Enlightenment, to which he was warned not to be fooled by power or blinded by the golden throne. One must admit his own mistakes in order to grow, he said. There was, however, one amongst them who was right, though Valteil hadn’t expanded on that, leaving them with more questions than answers.

Enki found an empty scroll, on which he scribbled a request to Alll-mer, to be taught how to walk on water, so you could return back to where you killed the Salmonsnake and reach the other side of the mines. There, you were met with a menacing lizardman, and a bunch of humans strung upside down. They were skinned and mutilated. Seeing your horrified look, Enki held your hand and rushed through the mines, trying to shield your view from the atrocities.

You reached a sealed door, which Enki unlocked with the use of Counter-magic again, and inside, you found none other than Nosramus himself! What a coincidence! He asked about Valteil, somehow sensing they you met him. When Enki told him that he was regretting his past actions, the Alchemist seemed amused and intrigued. It was the first time he had heard about Valteil admitting his mistakes.

“Nosramus, forgive me for asking, but you were friends, weren’t you? You, and all the others.” Nosramus finds himself smiling a little wider hearing you speak. “Valteil mentioned one of his friends being on the correct path - That must have been you, right?” the Alchemist gave a nostalgic nod of his head, explaining that Valteil’s belief was that one could achieve Enlightenment with a snap of his fingers, if only he Ascended. Of course, a ridiculous idea, and Nosramus, to this day, is still bewildered to how easily his friend fell into that trap. The ultimate truth was just one, that there is no end to the path of Enlightenment. New information, new forms of science, new people, new worlds... The knowledge of the world keeps on increasing. How could you settle down thinking you are at the end of it all, he wondered rhetorically.

“We learn our whole life.” Enki found himself mumbling under his breath, his eyes wide with realisation. That quote made Nosramus smile with pride. Unknown to the alchemist, it was you who once told Enki that little thing, and now, to think some words could mean so much, could hold such value. Enki turned his head to you, and once again, amidst the darkness, he saw you radiating brightly - So bright, in fact, like a muse, like the Sun brightens up the whole world at once.

Nosramus then recommended that Enki sits on the golden throne to meet his reflection - Surely, there will be incredible insight and knowledge, especially of the New Gods, which he could learn. Still, he had to heed caution - If he truly was a scholar of sciences, he must only observe, not surrender to the lust of power, like those before him. Thus, the Alchemist offered him the Spirit Anchor.

Enki was a little too bewildered to speak, and could only watch as you embraced the Alchemist, thanking him for his kindness and benevolence is sharing such a gift with you. “Thank you for all of your help, Nosramus. Without you, I am sure, my husband would never truly be happy. It is through knowledge that he finds happiness - And I can only be happy, when seeing him like this. You have saved him from despair, and from himself. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” the Forgotten One simply chuckled light-hearted, patting your head as though you were his little sister or daughter, reassuring you it wasn’t a big deal he was doing, before ushering you on your way.

Your radiating smile painted a little colour on Enki’s pale cheeks, and you excitedly grabbed both of his hands, dragging him back to the Blood Portal, so you could return to the Ancient City and continue your fantastic journey. You reached the back alleys of the city, and using a stone, you searched for a safe place to land. Clearly, you couldn’t trust the ghouls to hold a rope for you to descend, so you had to jump and land, albeit a little rough, on a small piece of safe land that reached inside an underground cave. Thankfully, Enki caught you, alleviating the pain of your legs.

This cave was filled to the brim with wooden mannequins and a weird machine which, when adding Enki’s blood, it... Created a human husk in his image. Now, you had a rather awkward Enki, looking with disgust and embarrassment at his naked clone, shamelessly prancing around the place. Your amused giggle only made him huff and look away, grabbing you to move along and exit the cave. 

Climbing up a ladder, with the clone following you, you found yourselves inside the Temple of Torment. The atmosphere was so thick and heavy that you felt compelled to leave for the moment and explore a little more.

You reached the Tower of the Endless, where you found a bed. Weirdly enough, you felt rather safe in this place, as though you could rest a little. You have been running around for so long, that perhaps a little shut-eyes was welcomed. Enki agreed, laying down on the bed, making room for you to cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

However, weirdly enough, you met inside your joined dream, and you found yourselves in Rondon. Though confused, you found yourselves inside a brothel, seeing a mercenary speak to his prostitute wife about his future job and how he wants to provide for her - It was to rescue the very man they found dead. Next, you had to relieve the moment Enki tried to get himself sacrificed, to which the man in cause took you away, not wanting to have you experiencing such heartbreak a second time.

Walking further, you found yourselves deep inside the Oldegard forests, where you saw an Outlander mourning the death of his comrades who were massacred in a war with the Rondon knights who sought an artifact they found. The Outlander seemed to realise his wife and son were in danger, so he rushed to this barn, on a path soaked in blood and corpses. This man was defeated with the knowledge of his family’s death, and he swore revenge on the monster who did this.

Once the Outlander’s memory disappeared, you and Enki walked inside the barn, seeing a Skin Granny, which you had to fight and defeat through all of her phases - Thankfully, it wasn’t that difficult a fight, thanks to your greater magic proficiency and the many undead fighters shielding you two. Once defeated, you excited the barn, seeing a vision of Le’Garde, the man of the prophecy, speaking to one of his female knights rather cryptically. She seemed completely blinded with love for him, but he was simply using her.

As this memory, too, ended, you were engulfed in nothing but a white light, and a woman, Nilvan the Endless, appeared before you. She caressed her swollen belly, begging you to take her child to the darkness, to save the child, and thus, she offered you the Endless Soul. How amusing though, considering neither of you even encountered a child to begin with, but her soul was more than welcomed.

Refreshed and feeling stronger, mentally and emotionally, you and Enki smoked a little and ate well before returning to the Temple of Torment, ready for an arduous fight. As soon as you enter the Temple, a loud, echoing scream, like that of a man deep in anguish and agony, resounded through the whole place, sending shivers down your neck. It was the most terrifying thing you’ve ever heard, and you instinctively clinged onto Enki’s arm for some comfort.

Somewhere inside a long room, you found a weird torture mechanism, and with a heavy heart, you placed the clone on the hooks, ready to sacrifice the husk - Though Enki didn’t seem the least bit disturbed at seeing his own mirror image being tortured to the point of having his skin painfully ripped apart by the hooks, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at it, your heart shattering as the skeletons kept rotating the wheels.

The Red Man continued shrieking loudly as blood streamed everywhere through the temple, and the deep pit was now full with blood, from which the Tormented One emerged silently. Defeating him once was easy, though the New God succumbed deep inside the pool of blood, as a terrible sensation filled you, as if something was about to happen that should forever remain unknown to human eyes. Thus, he emerged one again, in the middle of three spiky wheels of torment swinging around their axis. One by one, they jammed and destroyed the horrific wheels, and their suffering God, until they all sank into the pool of blood as quietly as when they rose from it. 

Though it was a terrifying sight and battle, you feel as if a millennia of torment just slipped before your eyes. You feel sorry for this tormented deity, though Enki not so much. Regardless, you gain the third soul, the Tormented Soul.

Thus, you return to the City Center of Ma’habre, ready to defeat the guard blocking your path from entering the Golden Temple. Inside the Temple, you found an older version of Francois the Dominating, and you engaged in a rather interesting conversation with him, who advised you on how to defeat his younger, more cocky self. After killing the last purple, throbbing heart, you return into the past of the Ancient City, using the Cube of the Depths, ready to defeat the last God.

You found Francois sitting on the golden throne, speaking down on you as though you were vermin or even less. Thankfully, with the use of the old Francois and some cunning speech, you were able to destroy his younger self’s ego enough to make him reckless and vulnerable and destroy him forever, taking his Dominating Soul.

Looking at the golden throne, you felt your body softly trembling, before shifting your gaze towards your lover. You threw your arms around him, bringing him into a tight embrace, confession your love for him over and over and over again, your eyes stinging with tears of sheer fear. Enki simply cupped your face and pulled you into a deep, loving kiss. 

It was the first time Enki ever truly told you ‘I love you’.

He tried to tell you he will return to you, but something caught in his throat, rendering him unable to promise something like that. Instead, he felt an electrifying feeling down his spine, and not even once did you break eye contact, as he slowly sat down on the throne of the New Gods.

A bright light engulfed you, and surprisingly, you found yourself in an incomprehensible dimension or world, transported by the throne. Enki was still sitting, while you stood in front of him, both of you deeply confused. Hand in hand, you and the undead army searched for a path towards... Who knew?

As you stepped in the middle of a bridge that separated two large bodies of lands, something started slowly rising from the green hue. Coiling, slimy tentacles were dancing above the green smoke, before the monolithic creature slowly rose from inside the green fog. You and Enki looked at one another, unable to properly comprehend what were you battling, yet you knew, the being before you had tremendous power. 

This creature was the Goddess of Life and Love, Sylvian. Tentacles slammed and swirled around in an erratic manner, damaged the protecting undead and blood golems. Suddenly, you noticed the creature growing a large tumor in a humanoid shape, and it was wriggling in pain.

With great difficulty, you managed to cut the four tentacles lashing out at you and the humanoid tumour, before finally descending back into the green smokes, letting you go in peace. What a relief. Battling an Old God took its toll on you two, and you needed a few seconds of respiro, smoking some opium, before finding some strength in your feet to walk forward and have... A New God, oddly resembling Enki, with a cage on his head, greeting you.

“Knowledge... It suffocates those who are not able to adjust to it. I could not bear the world with everything I’ve learned with the Enlightenment and my Ascension. It is said that ignorance is bliss and knowledge only enhances the pain. The only way for me to continue existing was to change. Knowledge changes one permanently. There is no looking back after a certain point.” the reflection of Enki spoke to him in a monotone voice.

That reflection was what he was to become. He felt great lust for power take over him - It would have been so easy to give in and learn secrets that are only whispered among mortals - But he came prepared, and had been warned about such lust; Not only that, a single look into your eyes was enough to remind him of his true purpose, his true happiness. He didn’t want to end up like Valteil, trapping himself in the corner, with nothing left to do but rot away, forgotten by the world. No, he was destined for so much more - Though a mortal, he felt content continuing his path towards Enlightenment with you by his side. 

You declined the Godhood and managed to step out of the plane of the ascended that was coloured by the green hue that radiated from the underground pits. It’s not like your ascension wasn’t without its merits, even if you withdrew at the last second. You saw the reflection after all and understood its intents. With newly found knowledge, he took the grand libraries of the ancient city as his own, and once he was done with a book, he would pass it on to you, to read, copy and restore, so that you could make your own Great Library of Rondon the most Enlightened one in the whole world. The Enlightened Library.

Thankfully, the library of Ma’habre already contained more information than one could digest in multiple lifetimes, yet lucky for you, Enki, with a little help from Nosramus, discovered the secrets of a prolonged life pretty soon.

You found out how the older Gods had left this world long ago. You had taken care of the New Gods that resided in the city of the Gods. Enki did not need Godhood to chase after the true Enlightenment. He did not need Godhood to become the most powerful mortal to exist. 

He already WAS the most accomplished mortal that ever was, and will ever be. 

And with your Radiating warmth, love, beauty and support, along with his new-found friend, the Alchemist Nosramus, the Forgotten One, life has become a truly happy bliss.

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Sorry, James Fraser...

Just a quick little lusty through of Jamie. Rated X; angry sex, orgasm denial, dabble of domination...

Summary  You’ve insulted Jamie in the slightest on the walk home through town.  A simple joke, or so you thought, as you both were poking fun at each other.  But taking an insult to Jamies name, one step too far has you in hot water…

“Jamie! I’m sorry!” You giggle through your gasps.

“Ay, like hell you are…” He replies, locking his hand up against your scalp with a fistful of hair.  “...But ye will be..”

Jamie leans his body up against yours; pinned between him and the cold concrete wall.  You swallow back a gleeful grin, as Jamies free hand creeps up under your skirts.  His huge, blunt, warm fingertips grazing against your sensitive soft thigh. You try to push back and free yourself of him, but at no use to his huge toned body. 

“Be a good girl, and take it, aye, for once?” 

You chuckle a bit in your throat, biting back your lip and giving into his hand creeping around the front of your thigh between your legs. His warm breath tickles the back of your neck as he pants against you, holding you still.  You await his touch eagerly, when finally the warm spark of his touch reaches your center. You jump a bit against him and hear him chuckle in his throat against you, edging him on. His fingers circle slowly around your sensitive bud as he leans in against you. You feel him breathing heavily, as you suck in a deep breath of your own before allowing a long moan to escape you. 

Jamie grips your handful of hair tighter and snaps your head back a bit as you suck in a sharp breath. 

“Jamie!” You pant against the brick wall. 

His fingers circle faster around your swollen core, as he presses up against you harder.  You hear him moan as he takes hold of your neck with his mouth, sucking in your soft skin, as his fingers trace elegant designs between your legs. You gasp loudly, your hands searching for him to clutch.

“We’ve only just begun…don’t you dare think about finishing on me already.” Jamie mutters breathessley against your neck.

You squint your eyes shut and try desperately to tear yourself from his grip. He only leans harder against you, while his huge fingers begin to dip in between your quaking folds.

You gasp against the hard cold wall as you feel him plunge his fingers within you, his thumb still circling around your pulsating bud with your slickness. As his fingers plunge in and out against the growing pleasure within you, his mouth meets your neck again sending shivers down your spine. 

His hand releases your hair and wraps around the front of your throat, gently clutching and making you gasp harder for air. 

“Jamie!” You moan, feeling your body beginning to tingle with the pleasure building up inside ready to explode. 

“Not yet..” He huffs, his hand working your core like never before. 

“...Not till I say!” He grunts against you. 

You try to suppress the pleasure as much as you can.

“I can’t Jamie!” You cry between breaths.

“No!?” he groans. “I thought you were sorry?!” He curses through breaths, “Aye! Show me, how sorry…you really are…” He instructs you through gritted teeth.

You groan helpless beneath him trying to hold back from spilling over as he plunges in and out of your core. Your body tingles with pleasure and your stomach twists into a chuning mess, far ready to come undone within his arms. You swallow hard, his hand clutched against your throat as you do and grind your back against him.  Your hands gripped as tight as possible while being grated against the hard brick wall. You bite back your groans trying to keep yourself from cuming, when you finally feel him release you and your eyes spark open. Jamie whips you around pinning you back against the wall; your legs trembling uncontrollably as he does. 

You look down towards the belt of his pants before his giant hand clasps your throat again and makes your eyes meet his. 

Your body; still tingling as he clutches your jaw and stares madly down into your eyes. Your chest heaves, your breasts spilling over the plunging neckline of your dress as he softly meets your lips with his. You groan against him and suck his tongue eagerly into your mouth, relishing in his musky sweet flavor of lust and vengeance. You slowly allow your hands to trace around the waist of his pants, trying to unbutton the entrance of them. He groans into you as he sucks your flavor into his mouth, cupping your chin in his huge hand and eagerly caresses your breast from its neckline. His blunt calloused fingertips revel over your sensitive nipple and send your body into chills. His buttons; one by one begin to free him, bursting at the last moment eagerly till finally the last one. 

Jamie's hands release you and gather your skirts up around your waist. He effortlessly plucks you up from the ground and traps you again between himself and the wall behind you, you wrap your arms around his huge broad neck, watching as his gleaming chests puffs up and down as he stares madly up into your eyes. You try your best to bite back your giggle as he slams against you, sending your body into the brick wall and your center expands around him deep seated inside you. 

Jamie grunts through a wicked smile as he watches your eyes flutter open and closed, sending himself impossibly deep inside you, as your body forms around him in his arms. Your core begins to quiver again, as he slams you repeatedly and steadily. Your body growing limp as the sensations spiral up through your skin, Jamie holds you steady and sends himself into the spot inside that makes your stomach twist with pleasure. 

“Jamie!” you pant as your climax grows near again. 

He holds you steady and continues bucking into your sweet tender spot, deep inside you.

“Are you sorry?” He mutters against your mouth. “For being a bad little woman, soiling my name?” He huffs through kisses.

“I am! I swear I am. You moan against him.

“Say it!” He demands, thrusting in against you.

“I'm sorry!” you grumble through him.

“Say it again!”

“I’m Sorry!” You repeat a bit louder.

“Say it like you mean it, woman!” Jamie demands, grinding perfectly in and out of you.

“I’m sorry Jamie!” You moan out.

“Say it again!”

Your stomach twists and swirls as he makes your climax boil in your core.

“I’m sorry Jamie!” you squeal while your core quivers with each of his thrusts.

“Jamie, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Jamie! Ahhh Jamie, right there!” You moan out before he finally captures your mouth and silences you. 

You feel him slow and the rush of heat within your stomach as you convulse in his arms while your high spills throughout your body. Jamie keeps himself buried deep within you, giving a few last thrusts sending jolts through your body as you heave from breathlessness in his arms. He pants against you, capturing your mouth and holds your face gently as he sets you down and finally pulls himself out of you. You wrap your arms around his huge broad neck and steady yourself while still trying to catch your breath.  He meets your eye and grins a playful smirk at you.

“Sorry James Fraser..” You tell him coyly through your own grin.

‘Ey, I know.” he replies before kissing you again. “But don't do that again..” He warns with a wink.

You smile up at him biting back your lip. “Well… not till we get home at least!” You tell him before running off ahead of him with a playful giggle filling the air echoing around you and Jamie, off the tall brick walls.

#james fraser #jamie fraser smut #outlander x reader #outlander jamie x reader #outlander jamie fraser #outlander smut #jamie fraser outlander #jamie fraser #outlander #jamie x reader #jamie x reader smut #jamie outlander #jamie smut #reader x jamie #outlander fanfic #outlander imagine #jamie imagine #james fraser imagine #jamie fraser imagaine

[spinnysocks]

stupid lion guard screenshots :3

i'm freeing these from the depths my phone lmao

#I HAVE SO MANY CROC ONES HGFHDH #there's probably more #if i find them i'll make a rb #goigoi is literally showing off the thing that's gonna almost murder janja 😭😭😭 #idk if he knew the plan but imagine he spilled #that scar was gonna trap them. even if accidental #that would be an au and half 💀 #the kenge one makes me giggle hysterically I CAN'T #these r too funny #OMG I JUST NOTICED ONO'S FACE IN THAT FIFTH ONE LMFAOOO #someone tell me why the crocs are always flying 😭😭 #sorry about the degrading image quality 😭 #these are the type of shots you can only get when you legitimately watch the show and you just happen to pause hgghfj #the lion guard #tlg #tlg outlanders #tlg memes #tlg screenshots #the lion guard memes #the lion guard screenshots

[inmyfxith]

Reminiscence

Pairing: Claire x daughter!reader; Brianna x stepsister!reader; Jamie x Claire's daughter!reader

Warnings: None I think

Words: 2k9

-> Requested

When your eyes first opened, mechanically, your mother saw only the positive. For your part, a severe form of panic overcame you. Your eyelids moved slowly, very slowly, so that your dry eyes began to produce tears. Looking up at the wooded ceiling, it was impossible to take your eyes off it. The reasons for your feeling of panic were multiple. Your whole body was paralyzed, your brain ordered your arm to rise but nothing happened. Then you could not recognize the room or even the delicate smell.

However, your doubts and other worries were lessened when your mother came to stand beside you. Her relieved expression was nonetheless intriguing. Her first words were particularly reassuring. Without mentioning the event that had put you in this condition, your mother told you that she had no doubt that your health would improve with time. In a maternal gesture, Claire began to caress the top of your head with great delicacy.

Your mother was right, as the days went by, your body gradually returned to full function. After a few weeks, you were able to sit up for a few hours. However, your episodic memory seemed to have been severely affected by what had happened to you. While you were able to recognize your mother, you were unable to locate yourself or the clothes she was wearing.

Sitting in your bed with your back against the wooden wall of what looked like an old-fashioned physician's office, you were eating breakfast when a tall man with red hair entered the room with a basket full of wild herbs. He was not the first stranger to come to see Claire; many people had sat on the center table where your mother performed her diagnoses. But this man seemed different. After giving you a more than friendly smile, he turned to your mother before asking her about your health.

"She still needs some rest, but I'm sure she'll recover!" The technical prowess put into place during your recovery had been impressive. Claire had set aside her entire life to keep you alive and it was obviously thanks to her that you were now able to recover in the best possible condition.

"I ken she'd make it!" After placing his basket on the table, he turned to you with a warm smile.

"As soon as I saw ye arrive, I ken right away that ye were a tough lass! Once ye recover, I promise to teach ye how to tame thon horse." Not really knowing what he was talking about, you simply smiled back before nodding slightly. The man certainly was not expecting this reaction from you as he cleared his throat before leaving as quickly as he had entered. Putting back the bunch of thyme she had retrieved from the basket, Claire frowned before releasing you from the tray on which your plate rested.

"You could have at least said thank you to him."

"I wish I did, but I don't even know who he is." Probably thinking you were making fun of her, your mother let out a slight chuckle.

"Darling, Jamie is just trying to be nice to you. He knows how complicated the situation you're in is." She then took a seat on the edge of your bed, gently stroking your hair as she examined the stitches that decorated part of your forehead and continued down your skull. Her face closed, however, when she saw the expression on your face. It was now obvious to her that something was wrong. You were not kidding, your mind had no idea who Jamie could be.

"Do you know who Jamie is?" As an answer, you only nodded negatively. There had been a Jamie in your class years before, but it seemed clear that your mother was not talking about him. This answer heightened the sense of anxiety that had overtaken Claire after this short episode.

To make a more precise diagnosis of your potential memory loss, Claire will have you take psychological tests based on questions about recent events as well as everyday facts. Questions such as What is the complete date of today? or What year is it? Your answer to this last question did not satisfy her. It did not satisfy her because you answered 1968. Therefore, Fraser's Ridge was an unfamiliar place to you as was the new historical period into which you were moving.

After a few weeks, Claire thought it would be good for you to see the sun again. Your recovery was not yet complete, but there was no reason you could not get some fresh air. So, she took the time to help you get dressed, not to tighten your corset too much, and to give you time to get used to the usual style of dress in the ridge again. Settled in a chair a few feet from the house your mother shared with the man she called Jamie, you turned your back to her, facing the expanse of green that surrounded Fraser's Ridge.

A hat covered your head, a hat to which Brianna had added a colored ribbon to make it look a little more like you. However, this accessory did not prevent your hair from being caught in the morning breeze that floated over North Carolina. The surroundings were unknown to you. The cabins that emerged from the horizon, the people who walked around you and who, out of politeness, greeted you. With equal courtesy, you nodded or smiled at them to avoid showing that you had absolutely no idea who they were.

Watching your reactions from the doorway, Claire found herself extremely upset about your condition. Through her questions, she had been able to determine that your most recent memory was from the previous year, specifically the last Christmas party you had spent in Boston with her. This meant that all the efforts they, Jamie, Brianna, and herself, had made to make you feel like you belonged had come to naught.

Acclimating to an unfamiliar environment was not an easy thing for a girl your age, and even more so when it meant a complete change of era. Claire could not help but feel guilty because the decision to leave Boston had not really been yours. Your arrival in the middle of the eighteenth century had meant tremendous changes. In the first few months, the vocabulary, the way of acting and living like a 20th century girl was dissipating as the customs of your new era took over. It was then that you faced an episode of depression, nostalgia, and homesickness.

To keep you company, Brianna had decided to set up a chair next to yours and keep herself busy by drawing for you. So, you took advantage of this time with her to ask her all the questions that were swirling around in your mind.

"What happened to me?" Putting her piece of charcoal back down, Brianna frowned, and her focused expression gave way to a form of sadness that almost immediately made you regret your curiosity.

"Mom decided to get you a horse for your birthday. You were so excited to ride it that you rode around the forest together, she explained to me that she lost sight of you for a while. And, as she was looking for you, the horse came home alone." The cadence of her explanations was slow, it became almost obvious as you watched her that your stepsister was reliving through her words one of the most anxiety-provoking days of her entire life.

It was to fill your sadness that Claire had produced the idea of the horse. It was clear that you did not belong at Fraser's Ridge, and every time you looked at the house, you saw an image of a close-knit family to which you would never fully belong.

Your biological father was not Frank, nor was Jamie. As a doctor, your mother had used her professional status to use some form of medically assisted procedure on an expedited basis. Claire had never really bothered to tell you more about the donor, reinforcing your questions about identity. As you mounted the stallion, a distant noise startled him and he began to run at an uncontrollable pace through the forest, taking you with him. Unable to anticipate anything, your head collided with a thick branch, and the violent impact caused you to fall and lose consciousness.

When you were brought back to the house, Claire did her best to wake you up, without success. The open wound on your forehead left little doubt about the diagnosis. Because of your obvious head injury, your GCS scores had come out extremely low, allowing Claire to deduce that you had fallen into some form of coma because of your accident.

It is a strange feeling to be told about events that you have no memory of. Part of you rejected the information coming from Brianna's mouth, she had no reason to lie to you and yet your brain refused to believe something it did not register itself. Mechanically, your fingers went to the wound that decorated your forehead. It had been stitched up and you could still feel the threads sticking out. As if sensing your emotion, your stepsister placed her hand on your thigh before smiling at you.

"It's going to be okay, I'll be here to help you adjust!" Your sense of guilt grew as the days passed. When someone unintentionally commented on an event you could not remember, you felt guilty for turning a shared memory into a worthless piece of life. The expression you would return to the people who brought it up would systematically change when they became aware of your condition, reminding you every day that maybe if you had not acted in a certain way, nothing would have really changed. But it was that look on your mother's face that hurt the most. She had done everything she could to keep you alive, to make you appreciate life in North Carolina, and you felt like you were thanking her by reminding her at every turn that you had almost lost your life. You could also feel her guilt. Claire brought you here, she was the one who wanted you to discover the eighteenth century, to meet Jamie, and most of all to live with a stable family situation.

Woken up at dawn by your mother, it was a big day. Jamie had decided that today he would take you on a walk around the ridge, and Claire had thought that this little excursion would be good for both you and him.

"On yer feet lass" he said to you as you ate your breakfast and tried to stay awake. You barely had time to clean your plate until you realized that Jamie had his coat over his shoulders and his hat on his head. Walking over to you, Claire helped you put yours on before placing her hands on your cheeks.

"You promise me to be very careful, listen to what Jamie tells you, and most of all, have an enjoyable time." Your mother placed her lips on your forehead and left a soft kiss there before she gave her husband instructions. The sun was just emerging on the horizon but the light of its first rays was already illuminating the surroundings perfectly. Waiting for Jamie on the front porch of the house, you observed the beauty of the place. A slight whinny, however, made you feel panicky, and then you saw him. Mounted by your mother's husband, a black-coated stallion was striding toward you.

Knowing what trauma can do, Claire did not stand extremely far from you, just in case. Taking the proper amount of time, Jamie finally reached out to you.

"Ye no gaunnae ride alone, no this time" Riding through the forest, the light coming through the leaves of the trees made the place even more pleasing to the eyes than it already was. The horse was moving at a steady pace, but not too fast. Jamie's right hand held the bridles firmly while his other hand held you against him. It was obvious that he was being extremely protective, even a little too much, but you knew that your mother would not forgive him if anything happened to you again.

At one point, Jamie pulled on the reins, making the horse stop.

"Why did we stop?" you asked, looking around for something out of the ordinary that might explain his action. But there was nothing around, nothing but trees, grasses, and flowers of various shapes and smells and small animals running here and there after hearing the hooves of the mount.

"I wanna show ye somethin" Jamie dismounted first before tying up the horse, which he named Alec. Then he extended his hands in your direction to help you dismount safely before you set off together. Stopping in front of a tree trunk in bad condition, Jamie gestured to you to observe it carefully. Nothing caught your eye, it was only the rotting corpse of a plant that must have been majestic because of the size of its base.

"What is it?" you finally asked with a frown, unsure of what you were supposed to find. Jamie's face was suddenly graced with an almost proud smile.

"That's where I taught ye how to use a rifle! Ye see the impacts," he leaned over to the trunk and stroked his fingertips over the few holes where some of the bugs had taken refuge, "that's one of mine, and those, those are yers." His expression suddenly changed, as did those of the other people trying to talk to you. He cleared his throat before looking off into the horizon with his back to you.

"But obviously ye dinnae remember." One thing surprised you though, his tone seemed strangely filled with emotion, as if the fact that you did not remember that moment was especially affecting him. Jamie took a deep breath and turned to you with a surprisingly benevolent smile again.

"I'll teach ye again, in a few months. I doubt ye ma will approve for a while." After winking at you, he put his hand on your back for the two of you to continue your walk. On the way to the next point, he told you the story of his encounter with the Mohawks, of how his nephew, Young Ian, whom he called your cousin here, had joined the tribe with great bravery.

"I should like very much to meet him."

"Ye have, at last, I am sure he will return to us soon." You then arrived at the boundary of the Fraser's Ridge landowner's land, a boundary marked by an engraving on a tree. Leaning where he could, Jamie pointed to the mark with his chin. His words about the Indians were carefully chosen to tell you that you should never venture beyond this mark alone, he made you promise that.

As the sun neared its zenith, but also because you had left early, Jamie found a quiet spot by a stream for you to eat what Claire had had the brilliance of mind to prepare. Sitting each on a rock, eating, you found it an opportune time to say what you had to say.

"I must apologize to you." you said as you bowed your head, breaking the silence of the moment. Raising his head to you, Jamie placed his sandwich on the piece of cloth spread across his lap before frowning.

"Aboot what?"

"The day you came to bring my mom some herbs, and you said you'd help me ride, I, I didn't thank you for your offer, and I'm sorry." Looking down, you twirled your sandwich between your fingers as if to divert your attention from what you were doing. Jamie then let out a slight sigh of relief, the poor man had thought for a moment that you had done something that would embarrass him.

"Ye have no need to apologize in any way, simply because I am no mad. Ye had just woken up, and I was not aware of what had happened to ye."

"I wish you'd been my da..." That was what had been running through your mind since you had heard the way he had talked about your condition in front of the tree trunk. Only Claire or Brianna had expressed so much emotion about your accident. Your revelation caught him off guard, yet he knew in his heart how to respond in the most accurate way possible.

"I am, in every other way that matters." His answer brought tears to your eyes because now, even if you did not share his blood, you knew you would not be a total stranger in his home.

The rest of the meal was silent, each of you satisfied with the way things had turned out. When the big house appeared on the horizon, Jamie stopped his horse again and whispered a few words in your ear.

"If I had enough patience to teach ye things once, ye can be sure I'll have even more the second time around." Claire greeted you with a big smile and wide-open arms. After dropping you off, still perched on Alec's back, Jamie gave you a confident look.

"Same thing next week? I will teach ye how to tame that old nag!" In response, you nodded with a smile before telling him thank you both for his offer but also for the first good memory you would have of your new life.

#outlander #outlander imagine #outlander imagines #claire fraser #claire beauchamp #claire x reader #brianna mackenzie #brianna fraser #brianna x reader #jamie fraser #james fraser #james alexander malcolm mackenzie fraser #jamie x reader #jamie fraser x reader #requested

[lovelyygirl8]

I reckon I might start some oc series for different fandoms where it’s imagines, blurbs, & headcanons about them and their love interests and stuff and maybe I’ll eventually make them proper series but I’ve already got some in mind.

• Outlander :

Alice Pagani as the fc, she’d be the daughter of Clare & Jamie, and twin to Brianna. She would travel through the stones with Claire rather than Brianna.

I also don’t know what the oc’s name is yet, but I want her to be named after Jenny, maybe Genevieve or smthn, please leave suggestions.

“For Frank, it was easy to love Brianna when she looked like Jamie, as he’d never known him, but he knew he was long dead. However, with ‘oc’, it was easy to love her at first, but as his resentment for Claire grew, it grew for her too due to her striking resemblance and closeness to her mother.”

Ik it isn’t necessarily realistic, I wouldn’t know, but I want her to be closer to Claire so that she would travel through the stones with her and be able to accept Jamie as her dad and feel an instant connection without feeling guilt. I also want her to have a suspicion that Frank isn’t her and Brianna’s dad.

She would be maybe a botanist or florist, maybe a painter as Brianna is a drawer and Jocasta was a painter, but regardless she would be very interested in flowers and in their uses and believed meanings, along with crystals.

“ ‘Oc’ is like a ray of divine light being cast upon you on the cloudiest of days. She always has a multitude of flowers (often in her hair or in the form of a flower crown) and crystals on her, and loves to share her knowledge on such matters with anyone willing to listen. She knows what people around her are feeling, and gives flowers and crystals to brighten their days.”

As I said, I have a multitude of ideas, and I ask that you let me know whether you’d be interested in reading them.

#oc #original character #outlander #jamie fraser #james fraser #claire fraser #ian murray #jenny Fraser #fergus fraser #marsali fraser #murtaugh Fraser #imagines #Outlander imagines #blurbs #headcanon

[devilsrecreation]

TLG Human AU shenanigans

Tamka: Kiburi!

Nduli: Kiburi!

Both: KiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKiburiKibu-

Kiburi: What?!

Nduli: Sorry Kiburi, we just wanna let you know something!

Kiburi: Yeah? And what’s that?

Nduli: We love you, Kiburi :)

Kiburi: ….And?

Tamka: And we want a Nokia N-Gage

Kiburi: No you don’t! It went defunct it 2006!

Nduli: Actually, it was in 2007

Kiburi: You know the year it went defunct! Why do you want it?!

Tamka: Cuz it looks cool!

Kiburi: You said that about the OUYA Ya bought last week

Tamka: The OUYA doesn’t have any games

Kiburi: I told you that before we bought it, neither will this!

Nduli: But Kiburi, it’s so cooooooool!

Kiburi: I don’t even think you can play games on that thing! It was a phone service!

Tamka: But Ucheshi said this stuff was awesome!

Kiburi: ……….Boys, stay here

Nduli: Okay, Kiburi.

*Lake Matope or whatever the human equivalent is*

Kiburi: Have you been telling them to buy outdated electronics?

Ucheshi: Yes.

Kiburi: WHY?!

Ucheshi: Because you hurt my boyfriend, fuck you, dude.

Kiburi: Ucheshi, I swear to God-

#this is crack i’m sorry #source: doobus goobus #ucheshi would though #she’s not always the best influence 😭 #i was debating either ucheshi and the crocs or janja and the jackals #lmao imagine janja telling dogo and goigoi to buy outdated electronics cuz reirei tried to kill him or smth #crack #tlg outlanders #oc #the lion guard

[cherienymphe]

Bejeweled (Stephen Bonnet x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON,  MURDER, violence, kidnapping

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies​ | divider by @firefly-graphics

summary: Your journey to America is turned on its head when the captain of the ship wants both your mistress' jewels...and her handmaiden, snatching both in a single night.

~

The large ship gently bobbed and flowed with the smooth movements of the sea. Your mistress was fast asleep, something you envied night after night. You did not get sea sick. No, never that, and you did not even detest the sea. In fact, this was your third time to travel across water, and each time prior, you had loved it. This third passage, however, included something the others had not.

The Gloriana was as beautiful a ship as any other, and you supposed that your lodgings and environment could be so much worse. There was no shortage of food, the ship was cleanly, and thus far, neither you nor your mistress had dealt with any…unscrupulous behavior. None that could be reprimanded, anyway. That thought forced you to bring your legs up onto the bed, wrapping your arms around your knees.

Captain Bonnet was an uncompromising man. He ran a tight ship, and as effective as his methods seemed to be, his authoritarian manner triggered something negative in you. It was reminiscent of your father, an equally intimidating man that would no doubt have killed you had your mistress not offered to take you under her wing as her handmaiden.

Offered was too gentle of a word, you supposed.

You looked at the other woman who was sound asleep, recalling the desperation on her face that day as she had practically begged your father to let her take you off of his hands. You had been clutching your face the entire time, eyes tearful as you fought to ignore the sting in your face. The whole ordeal had shocked you, even more so when your father finally relented. The decision brought out conflicting emotions within you.

The man was abusive, and there was no love lost there, but still. Something in you—some last shred of hope and grace—had wanted your father to hesitate, had wanted him to fight for you. You did not know why, maybe it was for the simple fact that he was your father and he should have, but your disappointment had been heavy on your body. With that being said though, you had not been able to ignore the light feeling in your chest with the reality that you would be free of him.

Of course, there had been a possibility of going into an even worse situation. You did not know your mistress then as well as you did, now, and all manner of things could have befallen you at her hand, this was true, but you had felt no fear. You remembered thinking that you could not face anything worse than you already had.

That was a truth you always held…until some days ago.

Until the day your mistress had secured passage for you both on The Gloriana.

His eyes reminded you of the sea. That was the first thought you recalled having about Captain Bonnet. They were a blue that was nothing at all like the sky, nothing calming or soft about them. They instead reminded you of the sea, of the rough waters that carried men from land to land while also taking the lives of as many as it wanted to claim. A deep blue that was meant to be feared, approached with caution.

“Just the two of ye then?”

It was not a strange question, and the question itself did not even make you uneasy. It was not even the way he said it, tone even and voice deep. It was his hyper focused gaze, the way it settled on your mistress for far too long, as if he were sizing her up. Such a look was not uncommon to see, her beauty something that anyone would take note of. However, it was the glint in his blue stare that forced you to step closer to her.

The movement had grabbed his attention, freezing you in place, and the small curve of his pink lips did not settle you. The man did not appear to be any kind of ashamed at having been caught, returning his gaze back to her. Or…more notably, her chest. You decided then that you did not like the man, and when your mistress pulled you along by the hand, turning to say something to you, the sun glinted off of the impressive jewel she always wore around her neck.

The expensive gift was eye catching, always had been, and it was then you decided that you really did not like that man.

You urged her to hide it after that, something she thankfully agreed with. Captain Bonnet struck you as an opportunistic man, and he seemed the type to not resist temptation once it was in his path. He liked pretty and shiny things, and your mistress had much of that. It was why sleep could not find you as it should while aboard the ship. America’s shores could not come fast enough, night after night witness to your lack of sleep.

“You shall be dead on your feet by the time we arrive,” the other woman said early the next morning over breakfast.

“Maybe so,” you played along with a small smile. “…but at least then I will be able to rest soundly.”

She touched your cheek at that, and as she leaned in some with the action…

You saw it.

It was a small rash, just there where her shoulder and neck met, and your heart sank at the sight. You knew it was only due to the heat in your quarters, something your mistress often dealt with when overheated, but you knew many would not see it that way. You knew of one in particular who would definitely not see it that way.

It was only a day or so ago that Captain Bonnet had thoroughly inspected anyone for any sign of smallpox. You and your mistress had been cleared, but you did not turn a blind eye to the passengers that were here one minute…and gone the next. You did not want to imagine the worst, but fear and desperation drove people to do heinous things. A ship wrought with the pox was enough to drive any man mad.

Your mistress caught sight of your own line of sight before reaching up to her neck with a small smile.

“Tis only from the heat.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “I am aware, but…”

Your words died in the air, and she caught on to what you were getting at. A brief look of discomfort colored her features before she proceeded to wrap her shawl around herself. The smile that she sent you was meant to be reassuring, you were sure, but it did not quell the worry in your heart. You thickly swallowed as she continued to eat.

“Let me go,” you suggested to her hours later when came time for your ration of water. “If Captain Bonnet catches sight of that…”

You gestured to her neck. She had looked ready to protest, but at your reminder, she slowly deflated. With a sharp nod, she allowed you to leave, and you made haste. You did not enjoy walking about the ship without her, severely uncomfortable the few times you had to, but at the moment, you were left with no choice. You could not risk your mistress being seen with that rash, no doubt in your mind as to what would become of her.

One of the Captain’s crewmen was distributing the water, the blond man observing from the side. However, when it was your turn, you were met with the sight of blue eyes instead of brown. You paused only briefly, eyeing him a bit as he fixed you with a smile. It was wrought with amusement, as if your mere presence made him laugh, and you watched him fill the pail.

“So far without your mistress?” he asked you, voice almost soft in nature.

Some of his long hair had escaped his hat, pieces falling into his face as he leaned in, and you paid mind to lean away a bit. This did not go unnoticed by Captain Bonnet, and you clutched the pail as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“She is only just in our quarters,” you told him. “Resting.”

He held your gaze, searching your eyes. For what, you did not know. You were aware that you were not alone with the man, but it certainly felt that way. Or, more importantly, he made you feel that way. Captain Bonnet seemed a bold man the way he swaggered about the ship, and the way he talked to people. He did not seem the type to be deterred by witnesses once he set his mind to do something.

…and that was what scared you.

His smile suddenly grew, the smile bleeding into his eyes a bit as they crinkled.

“Resting,” he repeated. “How very good for her.”

He pressed his hand against the bucket of water lightly, forcing you to take a small step back.

“Use it wisely,” he advised, fingers lingering on it just a tad before you finally turned away.

You did not tell your mistress of the strange encounter with Captain Bonnet when you returned. She was reading when you shut the door, setting the bucket down, and your response remained sparse when she inquired as to how it went. You checked her neck again, and she allowed you, rolling her eyes when you huffed.

“It has not gone yet,” you murmured.

“Tis only due to the heat,” she said. “It will pass in a day or two, and even then, by then we shall be at our destination.”

She sounded so sure, so optimistic, but you could not share in her enthusiasm.

Your own pleas were all that kept her holed away in your quarters, small huffs leaving her each time you reminded her she must stay until the rash was gone. There was only so much reading she could do, this you knew, but you would rather your mistress drive herself crazy with boredom than to be thrown overboard for fear of having the pox.

“Resting.”

That was what you said for the third day in a row. This time, it was to one of the crewmen instead of the captain himself. You never elaborated, feeling no need to. After all, you were her handmaiden, and it was not uncommon for someone of your status to be worked so much. That was never her way, but they did not need to know the benevolent nature of your relationship.

It worked for a time.

Until you woke up to the sound of commotion and yelling.

You were up and at the door before your mistress, keeping yourself covered as you looked down the hall with wide eyes. You could see some of the crewmen, but more importantly, you could see the tall captain among them. The sight of him made your heart skip a beat, and bile turned in your gut as you realized what they were doing.

One of the passengers stood in his doorway, compliant as Captain Bonnet carefully inspected the man, turning his head which way and that. You sharply inhaled, and you were quick to retreat back into your quarters and shut the door. Your hands shook, and you could hear your mistress inquiring from behind you.

“They are inspecting passengers,” you slowly told her, heart picking up speed in your chest.

You only had another day until you reached the Americas. Why now? When you faced her, there was a bit of concern on her face, but not nearly enough. You loved her dearly, but sometimes your mistress could be very naïve about a lot of things. She softly assured you that things would be fine as you inspected her neck, noting that the cluster of bumps had diminished some, but not as much as you would have preferred.

It was just so hot on this damn ship.

You felt panicked, so unsure of how to navigate this when a knock sounded on the door.

You both froze for half a second before you urged her to lie down. She seemed reluctant, but otherwise listened to you, allowing you to pull the sheet over her body. You flinched at the sound of another knock, chest twisting painfully when you heard Captain Bonnet’s voice from the other side.

“Just a moment,” you called, rubbing your hands along the fabric of your gown.

You barely got the door open good before Captain Bonnet was attempting to force his way in. He looked equally amused and impressed as you stood your ground, jutting your chin out. One hand remained on the door, the other on the wall as you held his gaze. His pink lips were curved into the faintest of smirks, and one of his own hands joined yours on the door, fingers just shy of brushing your own.

“Captain Bonnet,” you greeted, sounding a lot surer of yourself than you felt.

He looked past you, gaze roaming over your quarters before his blue eyes met yours again. He tilted his head to the side, and you noticed then that he was without his hat, dark blond hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. The way he sized you up was almost enough to make you falter, but you merely clenched your jaw.

“Poor lass this morning had the pox,” he started, making your heart sink. “Infected about three others with her.”

He did not take his eyes off of yours as he said this.

“We got rid of ‘em quick enough.”

The confirmation of your earlier suspicions only made you feel ill, ignoring the sting behind your eyes as he continued.

“…but now we’ve got to inspect the whole ship, ye see.”

He looked as if it was such a heavy burden on his heart, but you knew better. He may have seen it as a necessary evil, but there was a part of him that reveled in having less mouths to feed. Maybe even a part of him that reveled in throwing innocent people overboard. You just knew it.

“I have no problem with that,” you finally breathed. “…but…my mistress though. The journey has been tiresome for her, and since I know her to be fine, I think it is best you let her rest.”

Captain Bonnet’s gaze was heavy, and he appeared almost impossibly still as he stood before you. He blinked, slowly looking around you, and you moved slightly to keep yourself in his line of vision.

“I shall be the judge of that-.”

“Please, Captain Bonnet, she tires easily and…”

Your words died in your throat as he stepped closer, too close, and when his fingers brushed against yours, you were quick to pull them away. So eager to be as far away from him as possible, the absence of your hand allowed for no resistance as he pushed on the door, shoving past you in the process.

“No, she is sleeping!”

You reached for his sleeve, but it was too late. Your mistress was startled by the feel of the sheet being yanked off of her, and when she sat up to face the blond man, her hair fell behind her shoulders. The reddened and raised skin was plain as day on her neck, and you felt as if you would be sick.

“No, it is merely from the heat,” you defended, attempting to get in between them. “She’s not sick!”

He was a lot stronger than he looked, a lot stronger than you, and your grip was tight on her arm as he forced her out of the cabin. Her screams of protest were loud in the corridor, almost drowning out the sound of your own pleas.

“Captain Bonnet, please,” you begged, trying in vain to force him to let her go.

With a swift jerk of his head, one of his crewmen had you by the arm, the other hand clenched painfully on the back of your neck. You gasped in pain, but it was nothing in comparison to the pain you felt at watching your mistress be dragged away. You might as well not have put up a fight, at all, with the good it was doing you. Your own name bounced off of the walls as she screamed it, your own voice mixing in as you tried to convince them that she was not sick.

Your face felt tight from all of your tears, fresh ones replacing the old ones as you were led up to the captain’s quarters. After being shoved back into your own room, you waited and waited. Hours you waited, and when your mistress never returned, you were forced to accept the horrible truth. The tears came first…and then the agonizing pain.

You had grown to love her and care for her much since you crossed paths. She had saved you, after all, and now… Now she had been swallowed up by the rough waves of the sea, disappearing into that deep, endless blue. The knowledge left a heavy feeling in your chest, a feeling that made you curl into yourself. She was gone…

…and you were alone.

What would become of you when you got to America? How would you look after yourself? Find work? Her absence left you vulnerable in so many ways, and your uncertain future was enough to make your knees weak, forcing you to practically be dragged to the captain’s cabin.

Once inside, you did not even flinch when the door was tightly shut behind you. You stared ahead at the window behind his desk, unable to focus on any presence that was not your own. You could only think about how frightened your mistress must have been, and you closed your eyes at the unwelcome visions of what her last moments had to have been like.

“It was quick.”

Your eyes slowly opened at the sound of his voice.

“…if that should bring ye any comfort.”

It did not.

“I did what must be done,” he sounded closer, now. “Rather the deaths of a few than of this entire ship, aye?”

He took his time walking by you, arm brushing your own.

“Come now,” he said in a low voice, tone meant to be comforting but it only came off as mocking. “I’m sure you will find a new mistress in no time.”

Your gaze found the floor, eyes remaining there as you felt his own gaze on you.

“Or…some other means of making your livelihood.”

You heard him take a deep breath.

“Provided you show no signs of illness, that is…”

At that, you finally lifted your gaze, tearful eyes resting on him as he leaned against the table behind him. His legs were crossed at the ankle as his hands rested on the wood at his sides, and despite the mirth in his blue eyes, his countenance was dark and serious. He tilted his head, drinking you in.

“I never did inspect ye earlier…and it sure would be a shame to get rid of a bonnie lass such as yourself.”

Both his tone and his words made you uneasy, and you pressed your trembling lips together. It was only moments ago that you felt yourself growing numb with your mistress’ absence, entertaining the thought that you did not care what happened to you. Now, however…

You were very much aware of your isolation with the captain who turned out to be worse than you initially thought.

“I…”

You struggled to say something.

“The two of you were sharing a room, after all. In such close quarters like that…it would be best to be as thorough as possible,” he told you, straightening up.

You took a step back, swallowing.

“I was already inspected by one of your men,” you argued.

It was not a lie. The man’s hands had been rough as he turned your head to inspect your face and neck, but Captain Bonnet only chuckled at your words, moving towards you. You watched him effortlessly remove his hat, smoothing his hair back with a small smile.

“Yes, well, you know what they say, lass. If you want somethin’ done right…”

He trailed off with a wave of his hand, appearing proud of himself as he moved closer. Even if this man had not murdered your mistress and friend under the guise of protecting the rest of the crew and passengers, something in you would still revolt at being so near to him with no one else around. It was as if he could see the decision in your eyes, quick to lunge for you the moment you tried to run for the door.

You winced when your back roughly met the wall.

“Not so fast, darlin’,” he quietly told you. “What kinda captain would I be if I simply let you…walk out of here, mm?”

One of his hands was tight on your neck, fingers pressing into your throat as you stared past him.

“I will rest easy knowing I ‘ave seen your unblemished skin for myself.”

You trembled when his other hand came up to gently trail down the side of your face, and a glint of the light caught your eye, drawing your attention to his pinky finger…and the familiar ring it sported. All of your breath left you as you stared at the familiar piece of jewelry, recalling that your mistress never took it off. The sight of it on his hand reminded you of that first day when he had been eyeing the necklace she wore, and you realized that he lacked the last shred of decency you thought remained.

“You knew she was not sick,” you tearfully murmured, fresh tears escaping.

He lifted his gaze at that, pulling his eyes away from the top of your chest where it had lingered. His blue eyes glinted with mischief, a small smirk dancing along his pink lips as he mulled over your accusation. A low hum left him, and your throat tightened at the feel of his free hand on your waist.

“What a vile accusation,” he mused, that same hand sliding upwards over your chest. “I am simply a cautious captain.”

His expression did not match his words, the smile on his lips sickening, and you shook between him and the wall as he traced his fingers over your neck. Your gaze lifted towards the ceiling, just waiting for this to be over as he touched you in ways that were most inappropriate.

“It is unfortunate indeed what happened to your mistress, but better her than ye, aye?”

You shook your head at such a statement, jerking when his fingers danced along your leg, your gown lifting with them. When you finally had enough, reaching up to slap his hand away and push at his chest, the brief disapproval you saw in his eyes made you shrink. You pressed your back into the wall.

“Lively, you are,” he murmured, and there was almost excitement in his eyes, now. “Brave some might say…stupid, others would say…”

You were unprepared for the feel of his hand fisting into your hair, forcing you to your knees.

“…but lively is what I say.”

You gasped in pain when your forehead hit the floor. An attempt to crawl away was unsuccessful, vision blurring from tears when you felt his hand on your ankle, roughly dragging you back. You knew there was no use in screaming. The ship—and crew—belonged to him, after all. They were loyal to him, and what crewman would risk his life to come to the aid of a lowly handmaiden all alone in the world without her mistress?

Your gown tore with ease, flinching at both the sound and feel of the fabric pulling harshly against your skin before finally releasing. You could feel his callous fingers kneading into your skin as he pulled you back, the man crawling over you to trap you beneath his frame. Your feet banged against the floor as you flailed and fought to get away from him, but one swift slap subdued you enough.

Your head felt both light and heavy at the same time, the room swaying some, and you could not hold back your sobs. You felt as if it were all too much, too many overwhelming events one after the other. You tasted blood on your tongue when it touched your lip, and you shakily reached up to confirm it.

Captain Bonnet’s entry was nothing short of painful, feeling as if you were being ripped in half by the mere feel of his cock. He was rough, no hint of gentleness in his actions, at all, and your back scraped against the wood with every thrust. With no other choice, you pressed your nails into his arm, needing something—anything—to anchor yourself to.

His loud grunts filled the cabin, only rivaled by the sound of your sobs. It was impossible to focus on anything other than the feel of his thrusts, every plunge of his cock as his hips connected with yours. Each one was more painful than the last, your nails drawing blood, now, you were sure. Long strands of blond hair had escaped with the force of his movements, some of them falling down and kissing your face as he hovered above you.

You could feel your mistress’ ring cool against your skin as he held you down. The cool metal made you close your eyes, trying to push the feel of it out of your mind, but it was either focus on that or the rough actions of the man on top of you.

“Where is that lively spirit you had only moments ago, aye?”

The sound of his voice, the feel of his lips at your ear made you shudder, and you wanted him away from you. Your hands futilely pushed against his chest and arm, and when a deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, you realized that was what he wanted. Still, that did not prevent you from trying to get him off by any means necessary. You were desperate and afraid and in pain.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Put up a good fight.”

If you did not, you felt as if you were letting him win, but in doing so, you were giving him just what he wanted…and still letting hm win. You felt his teeth sink into your neck and chest, and you cried out in protest. At some point, you turned your face away completely, staring at the wall as tears cooled your face. You wanted this to be over…and quickly.

…because the sooner it was…the sooner you could put it behind you.

But Captain Stephen Bonnet was not a man content to remain in the past.

“I consider myself a fair man,” he purred into your skin. “I pay for my pleasures.”

You closed your eyes at that, feeling as if you would be sick. You just knew that even after he was done, the scent and feel of him would linger.

“A lone lass such as yourself would get eaten alive out there.”

He hummed against your skin, and you shuddered.

“Consider yourself fortunate I got my hands on you before someone else did.”

#stephen bonnet #stephen bonnet x reader #outlander fanfic #outlander imagine

[spinnysocks]

finally made one of these again! :)

this was so funny to make, i missed doing these. i had so many thoughts so i'll put them in the tags as usual hehe

bonus :3

#i imagine nne and tano probably made up chess. when they were bored in their cave one time #maybe not CHESS but some sort of game #whatever it is. it accurately portrays their dysfunctional family when they all played it HFDGH #idk i usually play board games with family so this automatically makes me think of them a Dysfunctional Family #ANYWAYS #top 4 are self explanatory BUT if there was a throw the chess board option kenge would be that #or a cheat option. shupavu would be that #i decided to let nduli goigoi and dogo win! as a treat :) #good for them! #meanwhile janja chungu and tamka don't know what the fuck is going on #reirei kiburi and mzingo are smart enough to win but don't #njano nne and tano are self explanatory lmao #of course CHEEZi has to ask that #get it #lmao #anyway i laughed making this because their pictures look like how they'd react 😭 #the lion guard #tlg #tlg outlanders #tlg outlanders memes #god i really did miss making these

[inmyfxith]

Blood of my blood - Part. I

Pairing: Claire Fraser x Jamie's daughter!reader / Malva Christie x Jamie's daughter!reader / Thomas Christie x Jamie's daughter!reader

Warnings: Mention of punishment

Words: 1k3

Within a few months, Jamie had lost all reason to live. Claire had returned to her own time and the Jacobites had lost their fight, forcing the last rebels to flee or face the consequences of their actions. He had become a shadow of his former self, a ghost among the living like most of the other Scottish men locked within the walls of Ardsmuir prison.

His arrival at Helwater had changed some things. Claire still haunted his mind, but his work with the horses made his days more bearable. During an evening of drinking with the other servants, Jamie had surrendered to the love of a woman who was not his wife. She was one of Lady Geneva Dunsany's maids, but that didn't matter to the young man. The alcohol had allowed him, for a moment, to imagine Claire lying next to him and that they were sharing together a moment of tenderness that he had eagerly desired since he had seen her fade away through time and space. However, neither of them had thought about the consequences and repercussions of their actions. The young maid, barely out of her teens, had become pregnant.

The young woman's mistress found out from the other maids who despised Jamie's criminal past, which resulted in the immediate dismissal of the maid without her being able to plead her case to the lady. She also disappeared through the thick Scottish fog, finding a place elsewhere, in a tavern in Inverness. Jamie had never tried to find his passing lover, he knew of her pregnancy and would have liked to see the child, but fate decided otherwise.

In the hearts of many Scots, the defeat at the Battle of Culloden had marked the apogee of the power of the English crown over the lands of the Gaels. From then on, the very identity of Scotland had been annihilated. Clans, kilts, tartans and even bagpipes were now outlawed in the territory now dominated by the Anglicans. Many inhabitants left their homeland for the New World, a land sold as a promise by those who had set foot there, a place where everything was possible and where the smallest peasant had a chance to make a name for himself among the greatest.

Every day, dozens of people would step into the wilds of North Carolina after landing in the commercial harbor of Wilmington. For some, the trip was just one step in a well-laid plan, while for others, like you, the geography of the New World was already quite a challenge.

Your mother hadn't had your luck, the fever had decimated part of your traveling group, and so your numbers were cut in half. Over the weeks, Thomas Christie, the leader of your small Presbyterian community, witnessed the gradual loss of hope around him. The various displacements and threats received by the Native American tribes had not helped to raise the morale of the troops. So he had finally put his pride aside by temporarily submitting to the will of James Fraser, owner of the Fraser's Ridge lands.

This name was not unknown to you, far from it. As a teenager, your quest for identity led you to question your mother about your paternity. Alone, it was out of sheer spite that your mother had agreed to join Mr. Christie's little community. Like the other women deemed unclean by Mr. Christie, she had been forced to confess her sins before the rest of the congregation. Before that, Thomas Christie had asked your mother about it, and although you shouldn't have, your curiosity led you to listen. That's when the name James Fraser first came up, or rather Alex MacKenzie. Your mother had confessed that she had been tempted by this fiery-haired man while her mind was consumed with drink. Her description of the man to Mr. Christie left no doubt in her mind that he was the former Lord Broch Tuarach.

That vision of your mother on her knees, begging for forgiveness that no mortal could grant, made your blood run cold. The conclusion you drew had nothing to do with the facts themselves, simply that you had promised yourself you would never, as an adult, obey a man who would not be your father or your husband. The disease had taken her before you had time to question her further, however, and deep in your heart, a part of you needed to be explored.

When you arrived at Fraser's Ridge, only Roger MacKenzie had the courtesy, or more accurately, the patience, to extend greetings to you. The location of your little company was relatively far from the main house of Fraser's without being miles away. But the winds of change were thickening as the weeks went by and, from what you could see in Wilmington, a revolution was underway.

Although younger than her, you immediately hit it off with Malva Christie, the youngest of the family. Attracted by her strong nature, the young woman knew how to stand up to those around her, and that was the quality you admired most about her. Despite your unique birth circumstances, no one had ever really treated you differently. Discreet and particularly well-behaved, it was not uncommon for others to simply forget your presence.

Very quickly, by following Malva in her various moves, you had become close to the owner's wife, Claire. Talented healer, her precise and meticulous gestures as well as her knowledge seemed so important that sometimes you wondered if what she was telling you was true. Mrs. Fraser was a great source of knowledge and, along with Malva, you sometimes dreamed of taking her place. Your first meeting with Jamie was not until well after you had settled in, when the little church on Fraser's Ridge was finally built. It only took one look at him for your doubts to vanish, James Fraser was your father.

Because of his background, Thomas Christie couldn't stand to see you so close to Claire. Too well educated for a woman of her time, most people she met easily referred to her as a witch. You and Malva's interest in Mrs. Fraser's accomplishments undoubtedly reflected to him the image of his wife, who had been executed for witchcraft years before.

For the sole purpose of getting, you to stop wanting to join her, Tom Christie tended to have a heavy hand when it came to punishment. You and Malva would take turns bending over the table and pulling up your skirt without him ever taking the time to find out who had pushed the other into Claire's cabinet. However, it was obvious that this did not stop you from continuing to learn. The wife of the owner of Fraser's Ridge was not fooled though, she had also been there and could detect the signs that accompanied this kind of event.

However, your life took a strange turn after an evening with Malva. It was particularly late and neither of you seemed able to fall asleep. So, to deal with this, you sat around the fire and talked about things. Without really knowing why, the subject of your fatherhood came up. Malva's curiosity was sometimes so great that the part of you that admired her let down all your boundaries. It was the first time you had spoken relatively freely about this story and the words came out of your mouth as fluidly as possible. When Jamie's name came out, the expression on Malva's face changed dramatically, as if a part of her was jealous of your new situation, and the very next day her behavior toward you changed.

Although you were worried about potentially losing your friend for no reason, you continued to live as if everything was normal until she began to address you in an almost condescending and petty manner. She complained to her father that since your arrival you had been forcing her to meet you at Claire's, blaming you for most of her misbehavior. So, you accepted the punishment, since it was obvious that Mr. Christie would rather trust his daughter than the bastard daughter of a Scot who didn't know she existed.

#outlander #outlander imagines #claire fraser #claire x reader #jamie fraser #james fraser #thomas christie #malva christie #roger mackenzie #outlander fanfiction #blood of my blood

[devilsrecreation]

Sorry I’m stupid like that JFHDGDGD

#i kept thinking about this parallel over and over and decided to make a meme #no but with everybody surrounding both kiburi AND flynn/eugene and them saying ‘i don’t sing’ was too perfect #granted everyone left kiburi alone and no one forced him to sing but imagine #ig if that happened kiburi would physically fight instead of giving in but it’s still funny #tlg outlanders #the lion guard

[hiswhiteknight]

Unbelievably Outlandish - Part 12

Summary: Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: It has been a super long time since I've posted, like a year or more. I'm going to try to post weekly, but it depends on my schedule. As for a tag list, I'll be starting a new one – please send me a message to be added to the tag list. I don't always get to look through comments, so please message me.

Note Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 2700 (SO LONG)

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start

It turned out, in Angus's mind, the dog turned out to be a good distraction for you. It kept you from running around because you found yourself always training the dog. She was an angelic thing, who always got into some kind of trouble along the way. Your whole life you've been much of a rule follower, but as of recently you were finding you had a lot in common with the dog.

With this being said, you have yet to find a name you'd like for her. Often you found yourself filling the boredom by naming old fictional characters you loved when you remember the character Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables. Outside from being incredibly charming, he was intelligent, kind, and had patience and devotion for the ones he loved. You imagined you had a lot in common with Anne Shirley or you hope you did. And with that thought, you named the dog Blythe.

Jamie enjoyed watching you work with the mischievous creature. He could tell this was the first time you were filled with joy since you arrived in Scotland, "Why don't you go over and talk to the girl," Murtagh said from next to him.

He shook out of his daze, acting like he wasn't doing anything weird, "I like my bullocks, thank you."

Murtagh shook his head, "She wouldn't have that mutt if it wasn't for you, you know."

The men continue to work around and pack things away, "You and I both know she is a stubborn woman, if she wanted that dog enough she would have got it without myself or Ned mentioning a word."

"Coward," Murtagh whispered to Jamie.

"Damn right," he chuckled back.

You were working on the pups reactivity and word commands. While growing up you didn't get to have a pet, but your mother told you about when she raised dogs as a child. Your family moved around a lot, so having a pet wasn't in the cards. "Don't get too comfortable girl, we're going to be off soon," Angus barked at you from afar.

You turned around losing the smile on your face. With the time being away from the castle, you still hadn't earned much trust and you most definitely didn't give the men much energy. Outside of the pup, you were like a empty soul and it was coming to be more evident with every passing day. The dog plopped herself next to you watching Angus with her tongue out. Even Blythe was better respected and well liked by the men, even Angus though he'd deny it if anyone commented. Their acceptance of the dog made you more tolerant to their attitude and patriarchal manner. "Yes master," you bow.

"It's nice you are starting to learn your manners," he smirked back while making gestures towards the men.

With a deep inhale and low tolerance of attitude today you started to trudge towards your horse, "It was sarcasm, idiot," you grumbled.

He appeared to have the same tolerance of my attitude, "Watch your tongue girl or you'll get it cut off," Angus advanced forward while gripping his dagger.

Jamie and Murtagh were about to make a move when another man's voice appeared, "Everything alright miss," a British voice caught your attention.

Angus directed an aggressive response to the man. You turned to look at the man and in your daze started to register things about this man. He had a proper accent, boots, and his hair read a gentleman. He was clearly a British soldier and he could mean serious trouble. You turned to look at Jamie for a split second before charming a smile, "Excuse me sir," you asked, ignoring the comments from the other man to rile this man. This was not the time and place.

You could tell the tension with Dougal increased. He didn't trust what you would say, "I was asking if you were alright," he stepped forward again, ignoring the men behind you.

"Oh, I'm sorry you had to hear all that, sir. You shouldn't have had to hear a lady speak out of tune like that. It was very unbecoming of me," you looked embarrassed. Let's hope your acting skills are up to par. You ignored Murtagh mutter unbecoming to make fun of you, "It's just Angus here is a very, very, very," you paused to look at him, "Very distant cousin." You turn back to smile at the officer, "I sometimes gets so overwhelmed by his voice and tone I just lash out. I apologize," you put you hand on your heart. The dog looked up at you oddly, not recognizing your behaviors.

He smiled at you, not acknowledging the grumbling Scots behind you, "Not necessary, my lady I understand quite well actually." He bent down to scratch the puppy sitting in front of you, "I'm sorry your accent."

You scratch the back of you neck, "Right, I must sound so improper. I'm Y/N O'Mulligian. I came to visit some family here from the colonies at my brother's request. He said I could use some real life hard work. He likes to call me a debutante," you sent him a teasing smile.

Responding well to your story, he rises and smiles at you. A relief was lifted off your shoulders, you were almost past this moment when Dougal interrupted, "Enough," he shouted, "She is the guest of the clan MacKenzie and her business is none of yours." You clearly spoke too soon because the officers defenses shot back up.

"So off you go," Angus finished.

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, "Are you sure you are alright, miss," he looked unshaking at you. He clearly felt so much privilege he did not care remotely about the strapping Scottish men standing around him. You wanted to smack yourself in the forehead how stupid these men had to be to not recognize the importance of this one man.

Dougal looked as if he was going to fight the man. You put your arm on his bicep to stop him, "Of course, good sir," you smile, "It's nice to know chivalry is not dead. I have more hard work to learn as you can see, it was very nice meeting you."

"Pleasure is all mine," he smiled back before frowning around the man watching this moment. He backed away into the blacksmith area to continue his work.

A minute passed by and you felt a firm grip on your arm drag you towards your horse, "It's best you didn't speak," Dougal scolded in your ear.

Anger surged through your body and it took every fiber of your being to say nothing. But as you were shoved onto your horse, you looked in the direction of the soldier and back at Jamie. You knew if you yelled it'd bring attention to Jamie, a fugitive to the English Army.

You continue to seethe on the ride. Blythe sat up, doing her best to see over the horses head to look ahead. "What's the dog's name," Jamie trotted next to you.

"Blythe," you muttered directly.

"What a cute English name," he emphasized on one word of his sentence.

You pulled back on your horse and halted, "Excuse me?"

He chose to stop with you, trying to not say directly what he'd like to say. It's been odd between you and Jamie. You weren't sure if you were pushing him away out of anger or fear, but none the less at this moment it appeared to be anger, "Nothing, it's a cute name."

A sarcastic laugh left your mouth, "No, no, you had a tone," the man halt to watch another scene unfold, "You clearly have something you want to add, some hidden message you feel you want to hide. Say it."

"Nothing, you seem to just like the English a bit more than an Irish Woman from the colonies I thought would," he said like his words meant nothing. It didn't matter the fact that maybe he felt jealous or he had a right to comment on any intention or likes you have. That comment engulfed your whole body into volcano, hell fire fiery.

Heat was written all over your face and Murtagh didn't have enough time cool down your fire with rationality, "The boy is just saying, you were awfully chummy with the Brit," Angus chimed in, "like a girl in heat."

And there goes Mt. St. Helen, "Un-Fucking believable, do you know how fucking dumb you are, like every single on of you are just egg head fucking dumb," you scream enough to make the echo quake the woods around you.

"Lass," Ned sent a warning your way.

Tears started to brim your eyes and Jamie knew he'd set you up to fail again. You point to Ned, clearly a man of reason, "That man back there," you continued to yell, "Was an English Officer out patrolling." You looked to Jamie and everything deflated in you. Everything from the past and the reality of your new world just collapsed in your soul, "I was trying to save you."

A sigh leaves your lips and you talk lightly while using your hands to emphasize your point, "Men are idiots and will always fall for charm, so I used mine to protect you all," you continued to go on, "Call me a hussy, I don't care. And that plan to charm the officer actually worked until you opened your trap, my lord," you bowed your head at Dougal. Something than broke in you, in that moment, you were exhausted at being angry. You had no more fight in you. You gave Jamie another look, "I was scared. I was trying to save you," you whisper.

Taking a deep breath, you dismounted from you horse, "Now where are you going," Angus shouted at you.

The anger stirred up again, spinning around to look at him, "To relieve myself, thank you," you speak loudly while stomping into the woods.

You knew what Dougal did to Jamie in the pubs and you weren't sure why. It wasn't much of your business, but you could see it chipping into Jamie. You were stuck again in your thoughts, give into this new world and let these people in or continue to bury who you knew you were inside a dark cave and never leave.

The ride to the next village was quiet, especially after finding Scottish men hung out on display. You wanted to vomit at the lack of humanity in the cruel act. If this was the normal the British did to Scots, I'm not all shocked of their lack of kindness and trust towards me. I'm sure I wasn't helping the matter either.

When you got to the pub, you chose to join in with the drinking. The owner made a bee line as Blythe trotted behind you and laid at your feet, "Lass, we do not let do-," he stopped mid sentence from the look you were giving him. You were sitting up straight, dead face.

"You were saying, sir," you answered curtly.

"What can I get for you miss," he finished instead.

"A pint of whatever, I am not picky," you said, resting your feet on the chair in front of you.

The men went a distance away from you, you imagine to process the thing they just witnessed. A man approached you with a smile on your face and you shake your head putting your other foot on a chair and shoving it away from your table. He quickly turn around, "You'd make more friends if you weren't so prickly."

Murtagh patted at the dog, "My expression and acts are nothing but kind, sir." He shook his head, "Plus, I don't need any more friends when I only need you."

He chuckles, looking at Jamie, "It was a kind thing you did with the soldier. I'll be the only one to admit, that was a good eye you have."

"Don't think much of it, it was also self preservation because I'm not a exactly the kind British soldiers have a keen sense to protect," the man brought you your pint and you started to drink while you viewed in your surroundings.

He pointed at you, "You like everyone to think you're this cold hearted she witch."

"Maybe I am those things," you said like it didn't bother me to have that reputation.

Murtagh shook his head, "You are quite the opposite lass and the only person you are hurting are you." You roll your eyes sighing as he looks at your with a smirk, "And maybe a red headed boy who I suspect would do anything to see you smile once again." You sit up straighter as Murtagh stands while looking at you, while gesturing to Jamie. He lifts his eyebrows speaking you the truth, "Don't think I only talk to you because your good company. I get sick of seeing the boy mope around with his worry for you. A single smile from you can set his day."

You glare at him as your cheeks warm red, "Mind your business."

When he walks away, you sit and continue to process your reality and options. Every now and again you catch a glance at Jamie. You could see his expression and the change in him over the last few weeks. You stand walking your glass over to the bar with Blythe walking behind you. You could tell Dougal was about to start his speech. He wouldn't need Jamie today if you guessed right. Those hanging men were part of this community they didn't need to see Jamie's scars. You leaned against a pillar near Jamie, "You alright," you asked him catching eyes with Murtagh.

You shake off his knowing look. Jamie stood up straight looking at you bewildered from the sudden change in your demeanor, "Are you talking to me?"

"Don't make it a thing, just answer the question," you whisper.

"Aye, I'm fine," he whispers back, glancing at you for a second too long into silence. He clears his thoughts, "If you don't mind me asking, what changed your mind with speaking to me?"

You smirk, "Murtagh paid me."

He shook his head, "Sure," he was trying to hold back a smile. Something appeared to pop up in his head, "Look Deoiridh, I'm sorry about."

"No," you stopped him, "Jamie, I'm stubborn and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm not from a place like this, so."

You noticed a change in his eyes when you said his name instead of Mr. MacTavish. This is where he stopped you, "I only want to help."

"Does that mean you agree I'm stubborn because Murtagh implied I was prickly earlier and that's why I don't make friends," you say while trying to hold back a grin.

He shook his head making his red hair shake with it, “You see comments like that are a trap and I will not be stepping on that one.”

“Smart man,” you say to him.

“And now a compliment, I might think you are wanting to be my friend again,” he whispered back with a smirk.

You see Dougal getting ready to do your speech, “I should be getting out of here and up to my room. I shouldn’t be down here when,” you stopped to look at Dougal, “Well good night.”

“Goodnight Y/N,” he whispered back.

“And Jamie, just for transparency sake, the jury is still out if we are friends,” he paused appearing to hold his breath. You offer a small smile, “I need you to walk over to Murtagh and tell him I was nice then I'll consider being your friend. You know for the sake of proving Murtagh wrong. It's the price you have to pay for my friendship.” And before he can respond, you and Blythe make your way upstairs.

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