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solgasart · 7 months
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"Give me a thousand kisses and i'll give you a thousand more"
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sassenach77yle · 23 days
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“You won’t leave me?” I asked at last. “You won’t die?” He shook his head, and squeezed my hand tight.
“You are my courage, as I am your conscience,” he whispered. “You are my heart—and I your compassion. We are neither of us whole, alone. Do ye not know that, Sassenach?”
“I do know that,” I said, and my voice shook. “That’s why I’m so afraid. I don’t want to be half a person again, I can’t bear it.” He thumbed a lock of hair off my wet cheek, and pulled me into his arms, so close that I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He was so solid, so alive, ruddy hair curling gold against bare skin. And yet I had held him so before—and lost him.His hand touched my cheek, warm despite the dampness of my skin. “But do ye not see how verra small a thing is the notion of death, between us two, Claire?” he whispered. My hands curled into fists against his chest. No, I didn’t think it a small thing at all. “All the time after ye left me, after Culloden—I was dead then, was I not?” “I thought you were. That’s why I—oh.” I took a deep, tremulous breath, and he nodded. “Two hundred years from now, I shall most certainly be dead, Sassenach,” he said. He smiled crookedly. “Be it Indians, wild beasts, a plague, the hangman’s rope, or only the blessing of auld age—I will be dead.” “Yes.” “And while ye were there—in your own time—I was dead, no?” I nodded, wordless. Even now, I could look back and see the abyss of despair into which that parting had dropped me, and from which I had climbed, one painful inch at a time.Now I stood with him again upon the summit of life, and could not contemplate descent. He reached down and plucked a stalk of grass, spreading the soft green beards between his fingers. “ ‘Man is like the grass of the field,’ ” he quoted softly, brushing the slender stem over my knuckles, where they rested against his chest. “ ‘Today it blooms; tomorrow it withers and is cast into the oven.’ ” He lifted the silky green tuft to his lips and kissed it, then touched it gently to my mouth.
“I was dead, my Sassenach—and yet all that time, I loved you.”
I closed my eyes, feeling the tickle of the grass on my lips, light as the touch of sun and air. “I loved you, too,” I whispered. “I always will.” The grass fell away. Eyes still closed, I felt him lean toward me, and his mouth on mine, warm as sun, light as air.
“So long as my body lives, and yours—we are one flesh,” he whispered. His fingers touched me, hair and chin and neck and breast, and I breathed his breath and felt him solid under my hand. Then I lay with my head on his shoulder, the strength of him supporting me, the words deep and soft in his chest. “And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.”
The wind stirred the leaves of the chestnut trees nearby, and the scents of late summer rose up rich around us; pine and grass and strawberries, sun-warmed stone and cool water, and the sharp, musky smell of his body next to mine.
“Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.”
“That’s the first law of thermodynamics,” I said, wiping my nose.
“No,” he said. “That’s faith.”
Cap 16 THE FIRST LAW OF THERMODYNAMICS~ DRUMS OF AUTUMN
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silverflameataraxia · 1 month
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themusicsweetly · 1 year
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alannacouture · 1 year
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7 seasons and counting… 
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cathighfive · 1 year
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Day 3: Favorite Murtagh scene
This was a very easy decision for me. My favorite scene with Murtagh is him reuniting with Jamie in America. This is one change from the books that I absolutely love.
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The look on his face when he realizes Jamie Fraser is in his shop is so satisfying and makes my heart so happy. I was literally giddy when watching this scene the first time. I still get excited when I watch it, and it is on my list of scenes that I watch when I just want to watch a happy moment.
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Same with the look on Jamie's face. I love that it took a second to register in his brain that Murtagh was standing right in front of him.
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Aside from the obvious reunion of Jamie and Claire in Season 3 this is by far my favorite Outlander reunion. The bond between the two and the loyalty that they have for one another is one that is not easily broken. The recurring theme of family before everything is one of the many reasons I love Outlander.
Of course you have to end this scene with "Who are you calling an old coot?"
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fraserstanclub · 1 year
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endless gifs of the frasers - 15/∞
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flllk · 1 year
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Claire Fraser in OUTLANDER 4x02 "Do No Harm"
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pxnsneverland · 11 days
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Autumn Roses | Young Ian x OC (part 2)
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plot summary: As a half black half white slave in colonial North Carolina, Rose has struggled with her place in the world. After her mother's death in childbirth and finding out that the recently deceased River Run plantation master was her father, the mistress of River Run, Jocasta Cameron, took her in treating her as more of a daughter than a slave. Jocasta educated and raised Rose with no one outside the house ever being the wiser. But the arrival of Jocasta's nephew Jamie Fraser and his wife Clare threaten to turn Rose's world upside down especially when they bring along their bright haired, blue eyed nephew Ian Murray.
Part 1
pairings: Young Ian x OC
fandom: Outlander
word count: 1426
warnings/notes: Hey guys! I know it's been forever since updating this fanfic and I almost shelved it but I decided to write a few more parts and see how it goes. Hope you enjoy :)
Chapter 2
We all sat in the parlor in silence after Mistress Cameron explained everything to her family. I held my breath waiting for the storm I was sure was about to come. Mistress Cameron guided us to a sitting room adorned with plush velvet chairs and intricately woven tapestries that told stories of battles fought and loves lost. We gathered around a crackling fire, its flames casting a comforting warmth upon us all.
Seated in a high-backed chair, Mistress Jocasta fixed her gaze upon each of us in turn, her expression grave yet resolute. "There are secrets buried deep within these walls," she began, her voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. "Secrets I’ve been keeping for decades, I’m afraid. Rose is my late husband’s bastard.” She stole a glance at me as if it pained her to say the word. “I was furious at first, ashamed even. But her mother died and she was such a sweet child and I had lost my own daughter years ago, ye see…” Mistress Jocasta swallowed the clear lump in her throat. She dabbed unshed tears from her glassy eyes.
Claire put a hand on Jocasta’s shoulder bending down so she could smile at her with the sweetest expression. “It’s very admirable what you have done for Rose.”
“And never mind nothin’, Auntie.” Jamie tipped his head towards her. “We will keep your secret during our time at River Run. After all, Rose is family.” He smiled at me and I felt a warmth in my heart I didn’t quite know what to make of.
To not have to hide and duck around corners for the months Jamie, Claire and Ian were visiting was a relief. I watched the scene unfold before me, a whirlwind of emotions churning within my chest. My mind struggled to process the weight of it all. Jamie and Claire's unwavering support only added to the mix of gratitude and confusion swirling inside me.
As the fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows around the room, I felt a sense of belonging I hadn't experienced before. To be acknowledged and accepted by these newfound relatives was both overwhelming and comforting in equal measure. Ian, ever the kind soul, reached out a hand to squeeze mine in silent solidarity. His gesture left me blushing and I quickly pulled my hand away from his. I tried to smile to show him I was grateful, just hesitant, but I don’t know how well I did. Even as I tried not to look at him, I could feel his eyes still on me. My heart was beating so loud I was sure the whole room could hear it.
“Ye’re a true Mackenzie no doubt,” he said with a slight smile, “Always gettin’ into trouble for the sake of others.”
Claire placed a hand over her heart, seeming warmed by the news. “In this day and age, with how people feel about slaves, especially the mixed children being produced…I admire you.”
Mistress Cameron let out a relieved sigh. “Well, I am glad of that. I would much rather have ye sayin’ here without lookin’ at me with contempt everyday.” 
“We’re in no place to judge, Auntie,” Ian said, “What people around here think about slaves and the Indians are no different than what the English think about Scots. After all, look at what happened on the river wit’ us bein’ mugged.”
Jocasta smiled, nodding her approval of the young lad. Even I had to crack a smile. When the mugging was mentioned I was suddenly over concerned. “Mugged.”
“Aye,” Jamie confirmed from his place by the window, a china tea cup in his hands. “Mugged by a criminal I helped escape the noose. Thought I was doin’ him a kindness, trustin’ my gut. They stole our coin and gem stone. Left us with little more than the clothes on our back.”
Jocasta huffed. “Wicked! Just wicked. To repay your kindness in such fashion. Bonnet and his men should be hangit.”
“He woulda been were it not for me.”
“You sought the goodness in him, and there was none to be found.” I felt bad for Jamie for I could see the turmoil in his eyes from his decision. Regardless, I admired him for it. Being able to see the good where others saw none was a habit of mine as well. And I had equal reason as Jamie not to trust the masses.
“Pray think on it no more,” Jocasta continued in her quest to calm Jamie’s worries, “Ye’re welcome to stay here as long as ye need.”
I felt Ian’s eyes on me at Mistress Cameron’s invitation. I allowed myself to glance at him as well and our eyes met making my chest flutter once again. He smiled brightly as if just getting me to look at him was the highlight of his day. I looked away feeling myself blush. As curious as I was to learn more about Ian, it was dangerous territory to walk into. 
“I’ll not be a burden to you,” Jamie continued, taking a seat next to Jocasta.
“No, we don’t intend to stay that long,” Claire said.
Mistress Cameron just gave them a warm smile. “Bless ye, dears, ye’re kin. Twill not be a burden to have a man of such strength and mind for business at my disposal. Why the good women and men of Cape Fear will be clamorin’ to engage with ye, especially once they’ve had the pleasure of making yer acquaintance at a wee gatherin’ I intend to hold in yer honor.”
A breathy laugh came out of Jamie’s mouth followed by a crooked smile. “Ye’re familiar wi’ my business dealings.”
“Mistress Cameron has kept up wi’ ye over the years, Master Fraser,” I said, finding some confidence amidst the casual atmosphere. I had rarely ever talked to anyone outside River Run, but Jamie and Claire made everything seem so comfortable and approachable. “She’s had me read her resources for her, letters and such. Like when you were in Paris and Edinburgh.”
“Ye flatter me, Rose. And call me Jamie, please.”
Jocasta sighed with amusement on her lips. “You’re no fond of flattery. Well, ‘tis her right to do so as well as mine. I have no sons of my own. Besides Rose, who else am I to lavish my attentions upon?”
Jamie smiled so appreciatively at her I wished she could have seen it. It was clear that no matter how long it had been, he still loved his aunt just as much as he did when they were both back in Scotland. I felt a little envious. I longed for a family such as that, a place to belong, a place where I didn’t have to hide in fear. I sipped my tea hoping no one noticed the slight disappointment on my face. Thankfully, I was saved by Rollo barging into the room through the front door. Immediately, a foul stench filled up the room forcing me to use my skirts to cover my nose.
Ian walked over to his dog who was whining terribly. “Dear God, Rollo, what happened to ye?”
The slave attendant holding onto Rollo’s tether dipped his head. “I’m sorry, Mistress Cameron. The beast ran after a skunk and got sprayed in the process.” 
“What in the devil is a skunk?”
Claire sat her tea cup down on a nearby table using her now free hand to cover her nose. “It’s an animal quite common around here. It sprays a foul liquid when it gets scared to ward off predators.”
Jamie looked as if he were about to gag. “Is it venomous?”
“No. Just malodorous.” Claire started to shoo Ian and Rollo out of the room. 
Mistress Cameron composed herself long enough to say, “It just so happens that my friend John Quincy Myers is visiting. He’s a man of the wild who can rid your mongrel of the stench.”
Ian sighed in relief. “Thank you, great-aunt.”
“Rose, why don’t you go show Ian the way? I’m such John Quincy is where he always is, by the riverbank.”
I nodded feeling my heart drop into my stomach. Standing near Ian had been enough to send my breathing into a panic. Now I was going to practically be alone with him. I wanted to reject her request, but I knew how impolite that would be. It would also spark many questions that I was not even sure how to answer. So I stood up from the couch and followed Ian and Rollo out the door. 
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always-outlander · 2 years
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Jamie Fraser | all eyes on Claire part 4 (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)
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cookie-de-baunilha · 2 months
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One thing that I’ll never forgive the OL writers regarding John’s character: making the “not born the right person for them” line about Isobel instead of Jamie.
I mean, it makes sense in the Isobel context too, I guess. But it’s not… what it was supposed to be.
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xmichaeljacksonx · 2 years
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My Favorite Seasons of Outlander, In Order
This was EXTREMELY difficult, but I look forward to hearing your thoughts!
1. Season 2 - Full of adventure, danger, and suspense. Best sets, best costumes. That. Red. Dress. BEST SUPPORTING CHARACTERS! The plot twist about Mary’s baby-daddy. The Duke’s Beheading. That one transition scene when Claire steps off the plane/boat (you know the one). Jamie and Claire are powerful. I’ve been to Versailles myself, so probably a little biased. 10/10 Season.
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2. Season 1 - The O.G. Season. The time-traveling and it’s costumes and sets are amazing. I’m a sucker for acquaintances to lovers trope. The Wedding. Full English Breakfast. THE RECKONING. Jamie and Claire becoming the power couple we all love. So much plot, so many episodes, yet not many fillers. Perfect blend of developing romance, history, and jaw dropping moments at every turn. Last two episodes hurt too much though. 9/10 Season.
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3. Season 6 - The plots in this season are (chef’s kiss). Following the book to the letter! So much suspense, action, adventure. Jamie’s devotion to Claire is powerful yet soft. Lots of Domestic Frasers screen-time. FERGUS AND MARSALI. Love to hate the Christies- ready for Season 7 to reveal them. Season finale is the best one so far!! Ether got a little annoying, and season too short for obvious reasons, though. So 8/10 Season.
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4. Season 5 - Sam’s new wig takes the cake. I’m finally starting to like Brianna and Roger. The big house is fantastic. IAN MY BOY. Jamie praying to Dougal. The Beardsley house felt like a horror movie. The Ballot of Roger Mac sent be back to Season 1- my new favorite episode in the entire series. Bonnet made me mad- strung that out too long. A few too many filler episodes for my taste. MURTAGH NOOO!!!!!!!!! Still amazing though, 7/10 Season.
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5. Season 3 - Disliked the season’s first half, sucked to see Jamie and Claire apart. Culloden was well done though. Could happily skip episodes 2-5. A MALCOM SAVES THE DAY. “Leg-Hair”, Geneva, and Geillis- WHY SO MANY EVIL WOMEN THO? The entire trip to the West Indies, bravo. Loved these adventures. Turtle Soup and Squeaking Noises were gifts. The drowning boat rescue and the musical score attached was dramatic perfection. 4/10 first half, 8/10 second half = 6/10 total Season.
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6. Season 4 - Do I really need to explain? Lots of filer episodes, ugh. Lack of Jamie and Claire intimacy, ughhh. Sam’s wig, UGH. ALL THE SHIT WITH ROGER AND BRIANNA’S IMMATURITY UGHHHHH. I miss Scotland. Lord John gives this season bonus points, and so does that warm bath scene, but otherwise, 3/10 Season. I don’t watch any of this at all, really.
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sassenach77yle · 4 months
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He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she’d imagined--and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.
(From DRUMS OF AUTUMN by Diana Gabaldon, chapter 41, "Journey's End")
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silverflameataraxia · 28 days
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moonussie · 1 year
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💖💖💖💖💖💖
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confusedbookworm · 1 year
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Every time I think Murtagh is gone, he shows back up! I get worried especially after season 3 onward worried he was gone forever but now he’s come back in season 4.
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