#( .ahv41 )

[wanderingguest]

multistoty​:

[ liked for a starter, i missed you baby]

Jamie Fraser was not a poet in the traditional vocation of such a term, but the way her eyes sparkled in the light of the sun on the highlands would be enough to have any man proposing sonnets in the wee hours of the morning. He enjoyed the propelling she gave him by teasing and genuinely fighting off his rather hard head at times. Yet, he was still a wonder at God’s handwork with this beautiful creature. His finger longed to belong to her flesh just as much as the ring signified the joint of their soul. He longed to memorize the constellations of freckles on her back or the sharp cupids bow of her lip. Wanted to know the fresh honey that her snorting laugh was and the great conspiracy of knowing that part of her beyond what she wanted him to see. Beyond what the world got to see, because each flaw was as endearingly wonderful to him as the last. It would never be easy to hold the weight of what she trusted him with. Hearts were breakable cargo in even the best of his hands. They’d taken Donnas out on an early morning ride. He knew she was still a bit wary of horses, but he also didn’t at all mind having her ride with him. The warmth of their bodies pressed together would always bring a smile to his lips. Being with her was like breathing after centuries of drowning. The tease in his smile had not at all left even as he had gotten lost in her gentle features laughing at his questions about the death traps called cars. The future was an odd creature, but he could listen to his wife speak about grass for hours and still find it animated. Maybe love did make one a fool. Jamie prayed that he never wake up from such a state if that were true. All he wanted was to be her fool. “You know, mo stor, i will love the very worst of you until the oceans are dust. I will fight harder and faster than any foe coming your way. And I will always find my way back to you if only to hear you prattle on about that death trap again or scrunch your nose at me that way again.”

@wanderingguest

Truth be told, Anna wasn’t nearly as afraid of horses as she had been. Still, there would never be a complaint about how close they currently were. Being pressed against him, breathing in both Jamie and the Scottish countryside, she realized that he was the only home she had ever really had. There was nothing more important than being by his side, than living this life. Whatever she’d had before had become of no consequence. This was the life she was meant for and he was the person. Of course, there were moments where she wondered about her old life, what had become of people she might have considered friends, but it was still her past as far as she was concerned. And her present was, oddly enough, in the past.

“You sweet talker,” she chuckled and leaned into his chest a bit more. Jamie had a strange way of making her feel like all of the things that nearly cost her her life no longer mattered. Instead, she had lived and survived to make it here, with him. Because of that gift he’d given her, she would do absolutely anything to keep what they had. “Perhaps if you’d avoid death traps, I wouldn’t have to prattle on,” she chuckled softly, “Maybe we should take a break? My backside is starting to ache.”

[ liked for a starter, i missed you baby]

Jamie Fraser was not a poet in the traditional vocation of such a term, but the way her eyes sparkled in the light of the sun on the highlands would be enough to have any man proposing sonnets in the wee hours of the morning. He enjoyed the propelling she gave him by teasing and genuinely fighting off his rather hard head at times. Yet, he was still a wonder at God’s handwork with this beautiful creature. His finger longed to belong to her flesh just as much as the ring signified the joint of their soul. He longed to memorize the constellations of freckles on her back or the sharp cupids bow of her lip. Wanted to know the fresh honey that her snorting laugh was and the great conspiracy of knowing that part of her beyond what she wanted him to see. Beyond what the world got to see, because each flaw was as endearingly wonderful to him as the last. It would never be easy to hold the weight of what she trusted him with. Hearts were breakable cargo in even the best of his hands. They’d taken Donnas out on an early morning ride. He knew she was still a bit wary of horses, but he also didn’t at all mind having her ride with him. The warmth of their bodies pressed together would always bring a smile to his lips. Being with her was like breathing after centuries of drowning. The tease in his smile had not at all left even as he had gotten lost in her gentle features laughing at his questions about the death traps called cars. The future was an odd creature, but he could listen to his wife speak about grass for hours and still find it animated. Maybe love did make one a fool. Jamie prayed that he never wake up from such a state if that were true. All he wanted was to be her fool. “You know, mo stor, i will love the very worst of you until the oceans are dust. I will fight harder and faster than any foe coming your way. And I will always find my way back to you if only to hear you prattle on about that death trap again or scrunch your nose at me that way again.”

@wanderingguest

[wanderingguest]

+ @multistoty​ sent: 💋 (Multistoty, from Jamie if that’s okay) get some smooches from a muse / accepting

As a general rule, Anna kept her emotions in check. More than once in her life, she’d been called unflappable. Of course, she’d also been called a cold bitch, but that was neither here nor there. Because she wasn’t unflappable and this situation? More than proved it. While she’d kept herself together for the most part, face to face with a man who positively oozed evil, when she’d found herself on the floor, a boot connecting several times over with her middle, the facade began to crack. Why hadn’t she used her abilities? The answer was obvious, of course. She could survive a beating, but she had no desire to be burned as a witch. Which was why she allowed the pain to lance through her, even felt tears burn paths along her cheeks. And she’d felt unrelenting relief as the elder MacKenzie became a brief knight in shining armor. Dougal had his moments, even if he could make her as uncomfortable as grateful.

Through it all, however, remained a single thought. She needed to see Jamie again. Whatever plans the other man had, she hardly listened, barely cared. She’d made a vow as she’d laid on that floor, taken blow after blow. A vow that she fully intended to keep, so matter how much her body ached. And, after riding roughly for their encampment, it had hurt more than she could have imagined. None of that stopped her from the way she whipped herself off of the horse as soon as it stopped. Nor did it stop her from rustling up skirts and making a beeline for the redhead. Before he could speak a word, fingers were curled in his vest and jerked down. The kiss wasn’t gentle, and she would be angry at herself over that later, but it was as desperate as she felt. As needy. It mattered little to her that others were around, and it mattered even less that it might do besmirch what little reputation she had built. “I thought I might never see you again,” she murmured when lips parted, “I believed I might die and the only thing I could think of was seeing your face again.”

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[wanderingguest]

+ @multistoty​ ( x )

It seemed to Anna that she was forever being placed in the position of having to leave her husband behind. Be it for his safety or her own, it happened far too often. This time? This time, she would not leave him. She would never leave his side again. But especially in moments like these. “Do not ever ask me to leave your side when you’re wounded and bloody again.” Her words were fierce, eyes bright. She reached to rip away the bottom of her skirts, eyes trained on the blood that seeped across his skin. “I’m going to do what I can to staunch this bleeding and then we are leaving together.” For a moment, she softened, leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw. “You’re my world, James Fraser. I can’t keep leaving the one thing that makes me whole, don’t you understand that?”

[wanderingguest]

+ @multistoty​ ( x )

Normally, being picked up like little more than a doll would have irritated Anna, but she was drunk. More than a little drunk, if she was being honest with herself, and she couldn’t help the soft laugh that bubbled up when he lifted her into his arms. “We, hmm? Is there more than one of you?” Another laugh and she settled easily against him, relieved (for the moment, anyway) to not have any worries creeping up. “Does that mean you won’t stay with me until I fall ‘sleep?” Fall asleep, pass out, it was all the same, right?”

[wanderingguest]

+ @multistoty​ ( x )

It was the smile on his face that softened her completely. Truth be told, she worried about how often they seemed to be separated from one another. She worried that, one day, they wouldn’t be able to find one another again. For now, though, the thought was pushed aside, to the recesses of her mind. Her fingers reached up, curled around red locks. Another way to remind herself that he was there, that he was real. That fate continued to pull them back together. 

“I was positively lost without you, James Fraser.” And it was true. Each day without him by her side and felt like a decade gone by. Each moment the same as the last as the simply tried to survive the days until they were together again. Times like those made her miss modern conveniences. Unable to even call him just to fall asleep to the sound of his tender murmurs, she’d spent many sleepless nights waiting for the moment when she would be curled against his side again. “Tell me you love me again. I’ve been without those words for far too long.”

[wanderingguest]

+ @multistoty​ asked: send ‘🌹’ to give roses to my muse for their reaction. [multistoty, jamie] send those pretty flowers / accepting

The roses were stunning. Where he’d gotten them, she had no idea, but then...they were in Paris and the options tended to be somewhat limitless. Truly, just the sight off the flowers took her breath away. Then again, everything Jamie did for her took her breath away. Her smile was bright, but still soft. 

Fingers traced over dozens of beautiful petals, the scent filling the air as they went and, finally, she turned her smile on him. Carefully, she pressed onto toes and pulled him down for a soft kiss. “These are beautiful, my love. I swear, I don’t deserve you,” eyes turned back to the flowers as she spoke, “What have I done to deserve this bounty of beauty?”

[wanderingguest]

+ @multistoty​ ( x )

A small smile curves her lips as he speaks. Anna knows it’s utter bullshit, the pastry is horrible. In her own time, she is a damn good baker. Here, though, she finds she is still getting used to cooking without modern convenience. While the determination is there to get better, time will tell if she is actually able to. 

There are no complaints, however, when he pulls her closer. Fingers reach out, slide through crimson curls. “You’re lying through your teeth, James Fraser, but I appreciate it all the same.” A small shift, just enough to plop on his lap. “I do hope that I’m sweeter than that abomination you just bit into. Perhaps you should do another taste test? Take a nibble of me instead?”

[wanderingguest]

+ @immorethanasymbol​ ( s.c. ) for: Steve I Wanna Be Your Slave by Maneskin

“I’m a freak that is searching for redemption. I’m a motherfucking monster who’s searching for redemption!”

[wanderingguest]

+ @multistoty​  Jamie & Anna

“In the time I come from, Christmas is so different. Everything covered in brightly colored lights, tinsel as far as the eye can see. All kinds of christmas music. This is so much more understated, but I...I like it.”