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Kit Harington about his prank on Rose Leslie (x)

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!!!!!! your fic is really interesting and tbh i'm kind of jealous that i hadn't thought of that idea before! i can't wait to see where you take the story!!! (my ol sideblog is mibasiamille, btw, idk if you know me or not!)

Aww thanks! Honestly, I was a bit surprised that there wasn’tmuch about Claire’s parents, and I’ve got a soft spot for minor characters so I’mreally excited to see where this story takes me. I’ve got a rough idea of whereI want it to go, but suggestions for subplots are welcome!

I guess I’m trying to pull a DG -this is my “practice round” and a way to stretch my writing muscles :)

I loved your paperboy au story as well as the prompts, and Ihope you update soon!

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Ellen Caitriona Sileas HELLLLL-YAH  MacKenzie Fraser. I LOVE IT!!

EHF? Be honest, are you Ellen Fraser? 😜 welcome!

Bonnie, my hero! Ahhhhhh fangirl moment!!!

Umm…. I don’t know ;) Would you like me to be?? Although, TBH, I’m more of a Jamie kind of gal, but Brian Dubh will do just fine, thank you! 

What would the H stand for? Ellen Caitriona Sileas MacKenzie Fraser….is there room for another name?

You will be seeing quite a bit of the worthy lady in my story, so sit tight  :) And baby Frasers. All three of ‘em!

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EHF? Be honest, are you Ellen Fraser? 😜 welcome!

Bonnie, my hero! Ahhhhhh fangirl moment!!!

Umm.... I don’t know ;) Would you like me to be?? Although, TBH, I’m more of a Jamie kind of gal, but Brian Dubh will do just fine, thank you! 

What would the H stand for? Ellen Caitriona Sileas MacKenzie Fraser....is there room for another name?

You will be seeing quite a bit of the worthy lady in my story, so sit tight  :) And baby Frasers. All three of ‘em!

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Hey guys!

A huge thank you to @gotham-ruaidh for the shoutout and all her support and to everyone who reblogged, liked, and commented!

This is my first serious attempt at a chaptered fic, so I really hope you can bear with me as I navigate the choppy waters and that you stick around to see where the story goes:

Julia Beauchmap (nee Moriston) didn’t die in the crash that killed her husband, Henry and left their five year-old daughter, Claire, an orphan. She is, however, seriously injured and finds herself in a hospital with no memory of the tragic event, nor of the daughter she left behind. 

Chapter 1

Like I said, this is a first, so I’d really appreciate any *ahem* constructive *cough* criticism you can send my way. My inbox is open- not accepting standalone prompts just yet- so come chat with me about any plot bunnies and where you’d like to see the fic go. Please feel free to message me if you are so inclined and I can’t wait to hear your feedback!

Chapter 2 is in the works as we speak, so stick around for a bit ;)

EHF

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Age's Future Shade

Julia Beauchamp (nee Moriston) didn’t die in the crash that killed her husband, Henry and left their five year-old daughter, Claire, an orphan. She is, however, seriously injured and finds herself in a hospital with no memory of the tragic event, nor of the daughter she left behind. 

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Chapter 1

A bang… A screech of tires…Glass shattering...Then... Darkness…

A blinding pain in her left temple.

Then the darkness engulfs her once again.

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She woke with the sun streaming into the room, its warmth caressing the soft lids over her eyes. She couldn’t open them. Not yet.

And her head.

That was the first thing she noticed. Her head. It ached like nothing had ever ached before. So did the rest of her body, particularly the spot right over her left rib.

Broken? Shattered?

She slowly lifted her hand to feel on the side of her head. Strange. There was something soft and scratchy where her hair should have been.

A bandage? Why would there be a bandage over her ear? Had she injured it recently?

This conclusive stream of thought was interrupted by the slight squeaking of the door as it opened, and the soft footsteps of someone coming to stand beside her bed. A cheery female voice jarred its way painfully into her muddled thoughts.

“Ah, glad to see you are awake, dear! How are we feeling this morning? Lovely morning, isn’t it. Sun’s shinin’ birds singin’”

Who was this woman and why was she so damn happy? She just wanted to sleep. Forever, maybe. Just listening to that voice was already exhausting her.  

“My head” came a dry, croaking noise that suddenly seemed to be coming from her own throat.

Funny how it felt like said throat hadn’t done this in a while. Days? Years?

“Of course, dearie. That’s to be expected. Let’s get this medicine into you and then you can get some rest”, bubbled the cloyingly sweet tone again.

A brief taste of sandpaper in her mouth, and she slept.

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She awoke-for the second time-to the soft glow of a light near her bed and darkness behind the window outside. This time, slightly clearer thoughts flooded her consciousness, like the daintiest butterflies, and she snatched at one to examine it.

Julia.

That was the name that kept flitting through her mind, and with a start, she realized it was her own.

Julia what, though? Did she even have a surname? M- Mor--- Moriston! That was it. She was Julia Moriston--and that was the extent of what she remembered. She briefly wondered how she’d even remembered that much, but that thought was instantly pushed out of the way by the realization that she was in a hospital, of all places.

Yes, it was a hospital!

There was the bare frame of the bed, white paint peeling from the bars of the footboard. Over the noise of her confused brain she could hear the slight clatter of metal against metal and louder still, hushed voices calling to each other beyond the bare grey walls her room. The white sheath on her pain-wracked body and the bandage around the left side of her head.

Thirsty. She was so thirsty. It felt like she hadn’t seen a drop of water since...?

“Water” came the croaking from her throat again, this time a little louder, a little clearer. “Water!”, she tried again, and was immediately rewarded with footsteps hurrying towards her door.

“The patient has finally wakened!”, announced the white-cloaked older gentleman as he entered the room. He had a cropped head of yellow-white hair, neatly parted down the side, and a pair of wiry glasses perched on his long nose. He also had a stethoscope hanging beneath the lapels of his coat, in true doctorly fashion, thought Julia wryly. He exuded an air of kind authority and smiled down at her from his bespectacled, twinkling blue eyes. Julia grinned back weakly, gingerly accepted the glass of water he was holding, and gratefully sipped the cool liquid. The sip quickly turned into a gulp as her body quenched its thirst for the first time in days. She drained the glass in seconds, and blinked up at the doctor.

“How are you feeling, my dear?” he asked and patted the hand lying on the bed with his soft, wrinkled one. Before she could answer, he continued, “My name is Dr. Woodward and I have been supervising your treatment. It seems you were involved in a large-scale injury about three weeks ago, possibly by an automobile collision, and-” he trailed off, apparently seeing nothing but blank acknowledgement in the patient’s eyes. “Oh God.” His eyes widened with understanding. “Do you not remember anything? Helen said she suspected as much. Hmmm…Tell me, darling, do you remember your name, at least?”

“Julia” she blurted. “My name is Julia Moriston”. And she burst into tears.