#Claire/Jamie/John

[saltybenchday]

Important to remember that MARRIAGE is between:

ONE English Lord

ONE bisexual ginger

And ONE outspoken woman who regularly gets accused of being a witch

[fernvehx]

“It's about Jamie”

|from Outlander season 7B official trailer|

[outlander-online]

UHQ stills from Outlander 7B

📸: FFAway

[gotham-ruaidh]

when u have nothing but heart eyes for ur OTP

but also kinda want to be one half of the OTP

and then u do

but it's the wrong half

...

see also: Lord John Grey

[maleficent088]

I think Lord John should get to smash and bite, be petty and mean, and even kill.

[sassenach77yle]

7x10 “Brotherly Love”

He’d lost people before. Some of them dearly loved, more than life itself. But now he’d lost himself.

He walked slowly back toward his house in a numb daze. He hadn’t slept since the news had come, save in the snatches of complete physical exhaustion, slumped in the chair on Mercy Woodcock’s porch, waking disoriented, sticky with sap from the sycamores in her yard and covered with the tiny green caterpillars that swung down from the leaves on invisible strands of silk.“Lord John.” He became aware of an insistent voice, and with it, the realization that whoever was speaking had called his name several times already. He stopped, and turned to find himself facing Captain Richardson. His mind went quite blank. Possibly his face had, too, for Richardson took him by the arm in a most familiar manner and drew him into an ordinary.“Come with me,” Richardson said in a low voice, releasing his arm, but jerking his head toward the stair. Faint stirrings of curiosity and wariness made themselves felt through the haze that wrapped him, but he followed, the sound of his shoes hollow in the wooden stairwell.Richardson closed the door of the room behind him and began speaking before Grey could gather his wits to begin questioning him regarding the very peculiar circumstances William had recounted.

“Mrs. Fraser,” Richardson said without preamble. “How well do you know her?”Grey was so taken aback by this that he answered.“She is the wife—the widow”—he corrected himself, feeling as though he had stuck a pin into a raw wound—“of a good friend.”“A good friend,” Richardson repeated, with no particular emphasis. The man could scarcely look more nondescript, Grey thought, and had a sudden creeping vision of Hubert Bowles. The most dangerous spies were men whom no one would look at twice.“A good friend,” Grey repeated firmly. “His political loyalties are no longer an issue, are they?”“Not if he’s truly dead, no,” Richardson agreed. “You think he is?”“I am quite sure of it. What is it you wish to know, sir? I have business.”Richardson smiled a little at this patently false statement.“I propose to arrest the lady as a spy, Lord John, and wished to be certain that there was no … personal attachment on your part, before I did so.”Grey sat down, rather abruptly, and braced his hands on the table.“I—she—what the devil for?” he demanded.Richardson courteously sat down opposite him.“She has been passing seditious materials to and fro all over Philadelphia for the last three months—possibly longer. And before you ask, yes, I’m sure. One of my men intercepted some of the material; have a look, if you like.” He reached into his coat and withdrew an untidy wad of papers, these looking to have passed through several hands. Grey didn’t think Richardson was practicing upon him, but took his time in deliberate examination. He put down the papers, feeling bloodless.“I heard that the lady had been received at your house, and that she is often at the house where your nephew abides,” Richardson said. His eyes rested on Grey’s face, intent. “But she is not a … friend?”“She is a physician,” Grey said, and had the small satisfaction of seeing Richardson’s brows shoot up. “She has been of—of the greatest service to me and my nephew.” It occurred to him that it was likely better that Richardson did not know how much esteem he might hold for Mrs. Fraser, as if he thought there was a personal interest, he would immediately cease to give Grey information. “That is ended, though,” he added, speaking as casually as possible. “I respect the lady, of course, but there is no attachment, no.” He rose then, in a decided manner, and took his leave, for to ask more questions would compromise the impression of indifference.

He set off toward Walnut Street, no longer numb. He felt once more himself, strong and determined. There was, after all, one more service he might perform for Jamie Fraser.

“YOU MUST MARRY me,” he repeated.

I’d heard him the first time, but it made no more sense upon repetition.

I stuck a finger in one ear and wiggled it, then repeated the process with the other.“You can’t possibly have said what I think you said.”

“Indeed I did,” he said, his normal dry edge returning.

The numbness of shock was beginning to wear off, and something horrible was beginning to crawl out of a small hole in my heart. I couldn’t look at that and took refuge in staring at Lord John.“I know I’m shocked,” I told him, “but I’m sure I’m neither delusional nor hearing things. Why the bloody hell are you saying that, for God’s sake?!” I rose abruptly, wanting to strike him. He saw it and took a smart step back.“You are going to marry me,” he said, a fierce edge in his voice. “Are you aware that you are about to be arrested as a spy?”“I—no.” I sat down again, as abruptly as I’d stood up. “What… why?”“You would know that better than I would,” he said coldly.In fact, I would. I repressed the sudden flutter of panic that threatened to overwhelm me, thinking of the papers I had conveyed secretly from one pair of hands to another in the cover of my basket, feeding the secret network of the Sons of Liberty.“Even if that were true,” I said, struggling to keep my own voice level, “why the bloody hell would I marry you? Let alone why you would want to marry me, which I don’t believe for an instant.”“Believe it,” he advised me briefly. “I will do it because it is the last service I can render Jamie Fraser. I can protect you; as my wife, no one can touch you. And you will do it because…” He cast a bleak glance behind me, raising his chin, and I looked around to see all four of Fergus’s children huddled in the doorway, the girls and Henri-Christian watching me with huge, round eyes. Germain was looking straight at Lord John, fear and defiance plain on his long, handsome face.“Them, too?” I asked, taking a deep breath and turning to meet his gaze. “You can protect them, too?”“Yes.”“I—yes. All right.”

I rested both hands flat on the counter, as though that somehow could keep me from spinning off into space.

“When?”“Now,” he said, and took my elbow. “There is no time to lose.”

93 A SERIES OF SHORT, SHARP SHOCKS ~ An Echo in the Bone

[jaybee2000]

If I had a nickel for every time Clarie Beauchamp Randall Fraser Grey accidentally committed bigamy, I’d have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[lilpotatjj]

Here we go guys. Poll is over.

After NYCC we all know what Sam was thinking about John...let's just find out in what mood he was when he was with Cait all alone ;)

Warning: just sweet and adorable Cait and Sam. Some jealousy Sam and lots of kisses🫠

(GIF is not mine)

!You belong to me!

"Are you still hungry?" Cait asked Sam with a questioning face as Sam held the door outside for her. The NYCC was once again one of the big spectacles, just like every year. He hesitated thoughtfully. "Not really". The Scot made a strangled sound that did not go unnoticed. Cait looked at him quietly, thought her part and they both left the forecourt to Sam's car.

Back at the hotel, it was raining. It was a chilly October, rather unusual for LA's warmth. They both got out as Sam parked the car and walked through the large main entrance of the hotel. He was rather quiet until then. Unusual for him. The usually so jittery and yet relaxed Scotsman was anything but deeply relaxed, to Cait's disadvantage. 

'Ok Mr Heughan... are you going to spit out what's bothering you or do I have to tease it out of you?'. Her gaze playful, with an underlying seriousness.

'Nah...nothing,' he poured himself the whisky as they both arrived at the hotel room. His Sassenach whisky. He didn't get a chance to sip as Cait took the drink from his hand and almost emptied the whole glass herself in one big gulp. She frowned at him and he rolled his eyes, playfully annoyed. With a jerk, he drops onto the large, comfortable couch in the centre of the room and lets out an exasperated breath. 'Well... it's been an exhausting day today,' he rubs his face tiredly with his hand. 

'Aha,' says Cait ironically and sits down next to him with his glass in her hand. 'It was emotional...and we haven't had as many fans as today at the venue for a long time,' she said contentedly, draining her glass. 'But that's not it...isn't it?' she said. 

Cait set her glass aside on one of the dressers next to the couch. 

'Right,' he said 'Richard was still half drunk and Sophie was totally in her element'

'I see.' Cait raised her eyebrows questioningly and looked at him with mock conviction, crossing her arms. 'Right and John...' she paused to tease him a little more and sat down next to him. He raised an eyebrow, lifted his hand and guided it to her back, which was still only slightly covered thanks to her outfit. 

'How dare he just touch you,' he said through clenched teeth. She smiled at him and savoured his touch. 'it's all so relaxed between us all, whether it's on set or off, but slowly....' he paused to sort out his words. '...I'm getting tired of holding back. Making sure we don't stand out too much'. Cait gave him a warm smile. 'You don't seriously think John had ulterior motives, do you?' She looks at him scrutinisingly as he pressed his hand more firmly into her back. 'Of course not, but I still don't like to see others getting too close to you.' He looks at her penetratingly, pulls her closer to him and kisses her with an underlying jealousy. With his other hand, he takes her face and holds it firmly so that she can't run away. As if she would do that. Of course she wouldn't. He released the kiss slowly and looked piercingly into her eyes. 

'So many people have touched you today,' he said in a rough and discreetly dominant voice. 'It doesn't bother me...' she said quietly and the thought of seeing her own husband so jealous for once appealed to her. She watched him closely. A different side to the usually so relaxed Scotsman.

He kissed her shoulder and arm as if he wanted to mark every single spot on her body. Every now and then he bit a little harder, only to kiss over it apologetically afterwards. She grinned and hid her face in his neck, tolerating his actions. She inhaled deeply, savoured his scent and closed her eyes. 'You almost scared the poor boy,' she said with amusement. 'John was totally uptight after that. What did you actually do? beating up his tiny ass?' she laughed softly and looked up at him. 'I gave him a very warning look, one he could feel.

He approached her with a playful soft growl and kissed the tip of her nose. She giggled her typical laugh and raised an eyebrow. 'I'm tired' Cait stood up and changed her outfit provocatively in front of him, but so that he could only see her back. Standing in front of the wardrobe, she took a loose jumper from him and a short trouser, put them on and hopped onto the bed in the same room, relaxed. 'You're showing me every nook and cranny you've been touched today!' He got up from the couch and hastily and very clumsily took off his jacket, threw it on the couch and disappeared into the bathroom.

He came back just in his white bathrobe. Cait scrutinised him in detail and raised an eyebrow questioningly in the air. 'That's not exactly fair of you ma laird.. to appear here like this. Naked and only in a bathrobe,' she said.

He grinned cheekily at her words and slowly leant towards her, leaning on his hands and pressing her gently onto the bed with a kiss. It was soft and gentle, just right after such an exhausting day. 

She surrendered rather reluctantly and grinned into the kiss. 'Then you'll have to undress too...we want to keep to the bed rules Mrs Heughan' he purred lovingly and helped her undress. 

'Show me...where has everyone touched you today?' his voice sounded possessive and left no room for discussion. She loved the side of him, playful with a touch of dominance. Anything but how he showed himself in public. Here just for her alone. 

'There...' she pointed slowly at her shoulders, then wandered to her neck and back. His eyes watched her every movement closely, never leaving her.

It was so quiet that you could only hear her breathing as well as his. The air was literally charged. He leant down to her again and kissed her shoulder delicately, repeating it over and over again, careful not to miss an inch. Her breathing quickened and she gasped for air as he moved to her neck. 'Sam...' he couldn't help but grin as he kissed her neck one last time. All at once he raised his eyes to meet hers, completely befuddled by what he was doing, hoping for more. 'Turn round,' he said with a cheeky undertone and grabbed her by the arms to turn her round. She squeaked in surprise and before she knew it, she was lying on her stomach. He looked at her back as if he were a T-Rex looking at his prey. The thought of John's hands over her back made him sick to his guts.

'Here?' She flinched slightly at his first kiss, gentle and loving on her back. 'Sam!' He ignores her and carries on. A second...a third... 

'Darling! That tickles!' she giggled softly and did everything she could to pull herself together. 

'tickle huh?' He bit gently and she drew in a soft, sharp breath as she struggled. 'Stop it! Otherwise you'll leave marks!' she said, looking sideways at him. 'So be it...let everyone see that you're happy!' He bit gently again without hesitation, alternating with his kisses. Bit by bit, he worked his way up her back to her neck. 

'Sam, babe don't!' She looked at him pleadingly and yet you would have thought she was begging him to continue rather than stop. She was tired of playing hide and seek too. He looked at her free neck and began to kiss it in slow motion. Carefully and just so hard that you could clearly see that she belonged to someone. The marks were impossible to miss. When he cuddled up to her shortly afterwards, he took her in his arms. She buried her face in his neck at first, but then looked up at him reproachfully and pouted at him.

'Don't look like that my love....or do you want more?' he said quietly. Her gaze darkened playfully and he raised an eyebrow. 'I think if we're going to show who I belong to, we should do it properly...!' He suddenly looked at her questioningly. 'Wha-...' before he could say anything, she pushed him into bed by the shoulders, sat right on his lap and gave him the most diabolical look she could. 

'Sassenach...? What are you going to do?' he asked, looking frightened. 

Before she spoke, she kissed him firmly on his neck and shoulder.

'Show everyone that YOU are mine!' 

[theoutlanderevangelist]

—7x12 “CARNAL KNOWLEDGE”—

[picspammer]

Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir

Derry Girls (S2, E2 Ms De Brún and the Child of Prague) created by Lisa McGee, dir. Michael Lennox

[scenesandscreens]

All of Us Strangers (2023)

Director - Andrew Haigh, Cinematography - Jamie D. Ramsay

"I know I was never good at saying it-I couldn't get the words out. But I do love you, very much. Somehow even more now that I know you."

[saltybenchday]

“Do you have the faintest idea what the knowledge of your death did to her?”

Something I don’t see talked about much is that Jamie really doesn’t have the faintest idea. He didn’t have a front row seat to her anguish, her self destruction. The moments when she wanted to simply give up.

John did! He was there, he heard her screaming and held her as she wept and hit and scratched at him. John was the one who dragged her from the depths of her grief, who refused to let her give up.

That’s something Jamie simply will never understand, at least not in the way John does. What it’s like for Claire to mourn HIM.

Yes they’ve shared loss and pain and plenty of other hard times, no doubt. But THIS he will never understand as viscerally as John does.

When you think about that, and the fact that Jamie was almost laughing as John tried to explain what their grief drove them to, I think Jamie’s just lucky John didn’t punch first.

[fernvehx]

Brianna gets to know her brother William

[cookie-de-baunilha]

John is really going through The Horrors because imagine getting the news that your best friend (who is also the man you’ve been unrequitedly in love with for decades) is dead lost at sea and now you have to marry his widow because that’s the only way to protect her in the middle of a war, so you marry her out of convenience but you two end up having sex (even though you are gay) because the both of you are grief stricken and drunk af, but wait!, her husband is actually NOT DEAD, he is back and now you have the unpleasant task to tell him what happened when he was allegedly dead, and when you do, he beats the shit out of you because, well, you slept with his wife, but mostly because you told him you were both fucking HIM in your minds, so now you are all beaten and ragged, with an injured eye and taken as a prisoner, and, as if all of that wasn’t enough, you run into your ex from 20 years ago and find yourself pondering whether you should kill him or fuck him nasty.

[gotham-ruaidh]

All three of Claire's marriages happen at a moment's notice.

It can be said she was never exactly thrilled at the prospect.

And, it can be said that she never really had a choice in the matter.

If there's anybody who deserves a choice - who deserves a beautiful wedding, to a husband she loves deeply - it's Claire.

And I think that's precisely why, at her second wedding (and, to the extent possible, at her third wedding, too) - her groom really, really tries his best.

To make it about her, not about him.

To honor, respect, and cherish her.

Trying to make it just a bit easier for her.

To show her love. In the way she deserves, and in the only way he can.

[outlander-online]

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