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La créatrice de mode Mary Quant, les Lionnes et le guitariste de Queen Brian May font partie des personnes reconnues lors des premiers honneurs du nouvel an du règne du roi.Quant, 92 ans, qui, en tant que l'une des personnalités de la mode les plus influentes des années 60, a popularisé la minijupe et le pantalon chaud, devient un compagnon d'honneur, l'un des plus grands honneurs.May, 75 ans, astrophysicienne et militante du bien-être animal, est anoblie. Il a dit : « Je considère cela comme une sorte de charge, comme une sorte de commission pour faire les choses qu'on attendrait d'un chevalier : se battre pour la justice, se battre pour des gens qui n'ont pas de voix. Et, dans mon cas, pour toutes les créatures qui n'ont pas de voix, et je considère cela comme une sorte d'approbation de ce que je fais.Grayson Perry, 62 ans, l'artiste, écrivain et diffuseur, est également anobli.Virginia McKenna, 91 ans, actrice et cofondatrice de la Born Free Foundation, est nommée dame en reconnaissance de son travail de conservation de la faune. Elle a déclaré que le prix "appartient vraiment à tous ceux qui s'efforcent de mettre fin à la souffrance des animaux sauvages et de garder la faune sauvage".La médaillée d'or olympique de l'heptathlon Denise Lewis, 50 ans, aujourd'hui présidente des Jeux du Commonwealth en Angleterre, a déclaré à propos de devenir une dame : « C'est un honneur incroyable. J'essaie juste de le comprendre et son énormité.Le professeur Sir Michael Marmot, auteur de The Health Gap et directeur de l'Institut de la santé de l'UCL, qui s'est exprimé sur la façon dont des politiques telles que l'austérité ont affecté la santé publique, devient un compagnon d'honneur. Il s'est dit "étonné".L'idée que ce qu'il a fait devrait être reconnu de cette manière était merveilleuse, a-t-il dit. « Il y a des pays où je ne serais pas autorisé à dire ce que je dis. Je ne serais pas autorisé à dire la vérité.Léa Williamson. Photographie : David Price/Arsenal FC/Getty ImagesDans le sport, l'équipe féminine de football d'Angleterre a obtenu de bons résultats, la capitaine Leah Williamson recevant un OBE, et Lucy Bronze, Beth Mead et Ellen White - la meilleure buteuse de tous les temps des Lionnes - ont reçu des MBE. L'entraîneur-chef néerlandais de l'équipe, Sarina Wiegman, est nommé CBE honoraire par le ministère des Affaires étrangères. L'ancien gardien nord-irlandais Pat Jennings, 77 ans, a été nommé CBE.La première femme à diriger l'une des plus grandes banques britanniques, Alison Rose, directrice générale du groupe NatWest, est l'une des 15 femmes devenues dames, et a déclaré que cet honneur était « le reflet du travail fantastique de tous mes collègues du groupe NatWest ». Sur un total de 1 107 récipiendaires de tous les honneurs, 50 % sont des femmes. Au niveau CBE ou au-dessus, 45% sont des femmes.David Harwood. Photographie : David M Benett/Getty ImagesL'acteur et diffuseur David Harewood, 57 ans, qui a acquis une renommée internationale en tant que réalisateur de la CIA David Estes dans le drame américain Homeland, reçoit un OBE après être devenu un éminent défenseur d'un meilleur soutien en matière de santé mentale. Stephen Graham, 49 ans, la star de This is England et bien connu pour ses rôles très médiatisés dans plusieurs films et drames primés, devient également OBE.Frank Skinner, 65 ans, le diffuseur et comédien, devient MBE et a déclaré: «Je m'occupe principalement de rires et d'applaudissements et ils disparaissent assez rapidement dans les airs. Donc, obtenir une médaille appropriée que vous pouvez conserver et polir régulièrement se sent [as if it] a donné à ma carrière un sentiment de permanence que j'aime.La saxophoniste, animatrice et lauréate de deux prix Mobo, YolanDa Brown, 40 ans, s'est dite "excitée et honorée" d'avoir été nommée OBE. Janet Kay, 64 ans, connue sous le nom de "Queen of Lovers Rock", qui a atteint les palmarès dans les années 1970 avec Silly Games, est nommée MBE. Il en va de même

pour la mezzo-soprano d'opéra Christine Rice, qui a déclaré : « Recevoir un MBE est l'aboutissement de tant d'efforts joyeux et sérieux. Merci!"Le grand rabbin, Ephraim Mirvis, a déclaré qu'il était "énormément honoré et profondément honoré" d'avoir été fait chevalier, ajoutant : "Ce sera particulièrement émouvant pour moi de recevoir ce prix de sa majesté le roi au cours de sa première année en tant que notre monarque".Noreen Riols, 96 ans, la dernière femme membre survivante de la section française du Special Operations Executive - l'organisation britannique d'espionnage et de sabotage connue sous le nom d '"armée secrète de Churchill" - a dédié son MBE à la mémoire de ses défunts camarades.La liste reconnaît également les hauts diplomates à l'avant-garde de la réponse du Royaume-Uni à la guerre en Ukraine, avec des féminités pour Melinda Simmons, l'ambassadrice à Kyiv, et Deborah Bronnert, l'ambassadrice à Moscou.Rosamund Adoo-Kissi-Debrah, qui a fait campagne pour la loi sur la qualité de l'air connue sous le nom de loi d'Ella, du nom de sa fille décédée en 2013 des suites de la pollution de l'air, est nommée CBE. Elle a dit que sa fille serait fière de ce qu'elle avait accompli jusqu'à présent dans sa lutte pour un air plus pur.Inscrivez-vous pour Première éditionNewsletter quotidienne gratuiteArchie Bland et Nimo Omer vous guident à travers les meilleures histoires et ce qu'elles signifient, gratuitement tous les matins de la semaine

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imagineclaireandjamie · 4 years

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Prompt: Victory!

Brian and Ellen AU / Tell Me About Your Family

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12|| Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17

On the morning that changed her father’s life forever, Faith Janet Hildegard Fraser was three months shy of her seventh birthday.

She didn’t quite understand it all at the time, though she clearly remembered Uncle Rab and auld Ned Gowan - whose eyes always looked funny from behind his spectacles - riding through the dooryard and narrowly missing the buckets of washing that Mama and Mistress Crook and Grannie and Auntie Jenny had set up in the dooryard.

She remembered Mama sending Fergus racing inside, and him returning moments later with Grandda and Uncle Ian and Da.

She remembered how worried Da looked. And then how Da had let out a whoop of joy, twirling Mama around, when auld Ned had handed him a wee scrap of paper.

She also remembered how she’d stained the front of her dress later that day, mixing berries to help Mistress Crook bake a pie to celebrate Da’s freedom. How happy they had been that evening - and how she was allowed to stay up with the grown-ups as they sat around the fire. And the strong arms of her father, carrying her up to bed and kissing her goodnight before bringing the quilt up to her chin.

“Da?” she had asked him, sleepily.

“Aye?” he had whispered, mindful of Bree snoring on the other side of the bed.

“Does this mean we can go to Edinburgh now?”

He had ruffled her hair. “Aye. And Aberdeen and Glasgow and wherever yer heart desires, a leannan. We can talk more about it in the morning.”

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“Is she all right?”

Jamie kissed the crown of Claire’s head as he settled back down next to her on the settee. “Aye. Tired out, puir thing. She wants so badly to grow up.”

Claire took his hand, squeezing. So full of joy.

Across the room, Brian poured Ned another dram. “So what will ye do now?”

Jamie pursed his lips. “I’m no’ leaving Lallybroch, if that’s what ye’re thinking. This is my home.”

Ellen let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. “But surely ye want to at least go to the village, perhaps?”

“Aye - in good time. I’ve lived these past years wi’out it. Will be strange to see people who aren’t one of you.”

“I’ve the five certified copies in my satchel,” Ned repeated - unknowingly - for the third time that evening, his face cheerily flushed with mirth and whisky.

“Ye should have seen him.” Rab smiled at the wizened old man beside him, then clapped him heartily on the back. Ned choked a bit, but cleared his throat with even more whisky. “Arguing yer case in that room full of magistrates. He’s a force of nature.”

“My father did right when he brought you into his service,” Ellen remarked.

Ned blinked owlishly, hand gripping the side of the couch. “I realized long ago that I wouldn’t make my way in this world with my back or my arms - but rather with my brain.” He wiped his nose on his sleeve. “I’m afraid I won’t be of much use to you here, now that this mission is accomplished.”

“Nonsense.” Brian’s voice was slow and clear. “You’re welcome to stay with us until the end of your days. A man deserves to live out his auld age in peace. And ye’ve got many good years ahead of you yet.”

Ned sighed. “I cannot tell you how grateful I am, Brian. Ellen.”

“It’s us who are grateful,” Claire interjected quietly. “You’ve given so much to our family.”

“And the bairns love ye something fierce,” Jenny added, adjusting a sleeping Kitty against her shoulder. “Not to mention - with the way things are going wi’ the redcoats these days...we could use a good lawyer to keep things to right.”

Ned stood, then - legs wobbly - and placed his hand over his heart.

“Then I pledge my fealty to the Frasers of Lallybroch,” he proclaimed.

Then he gently collapsed back onto the couch, stone asleep.

“Do ye think he’ll remember that oath come morning?” Ian smiled.

“Oh, aye.” Ellen rose to fetch a blanket from the closet in the hallway. “My father didnae bring him on for nothing - and Ned didnae survive Colum and Dougal wi’out developing a few peculiar talents. He’ll remember, all right.”

Ned’s snores echoed off the walls of the room.

Jamie rose, Claire right beside him. “We’re lucky to have him.” He turned to face his family. “And I’m lucky to have you. All of you.”

Brian could only smile. “It’s us who are lucky to have you, Jamie. And to celebrate your freedom.”

For free Jamie was - his honor restored - and the world was open and bright and fresh with hope and possibility.

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thebrochtuarachs · 3 years

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All That Was Good

A/N: One of my many versions of "What if Jamie and Claire both passed through the stones before Culloden?" stories. This came about just this weekend and my brain would not stop until I wrote it down and shared it with you all. I know the 20-year separation of Jamie and Claire is one of the most used plots in the Outlander-verse (I, for one, am all for it) so here's my wee contribution to it! I'm bad at summaries but hope you like this wee one! As always, your comments and suggestions are very much welcome.

AO3

xxxxx

This cannot be it.

As their hands moved closer together to touch the stone, Claire’s heart was feeling a million emotions but her mind was clear with just one thing - Jamie.

This cannot be it.

In the three years they’ve been together, neither of them could’ve known just how much they’d mean to each other, depend on each other, care for each other, let alone, love each other - so deeply and passionately that they were willing to change history if it came to that.

This cannot be it.

“Goodbye, Claire” she felt his breath and lips in her temple as he pulled her closer to him by the waist, desperately trying to keep themselves together for as long as they could and engrain the memory of their bodies molded as one. And in the middle, was the miracle they prayed and hoped for who will never know his father and grow up with a family he deserved.

This cannot be it.

Her fingers can almost feel the roughness of the stone surface and the journey that will follow after. She wanted to turn her head and see his face one last time, beg him to release her from her promise and let her stay in this time. But time was running out. In the last seconds, Claire made her wish known again and again.

Me. Jamie. Our Baby. Our Family. Anywhere. Anytime. Together.

Claire expected the deafening buzz that usually came with the stones - but what was new was the blinding light that suddenly seemed to emit from it. She wondered if Jamie could see it since he couldn’t hear the buzz and she got her confirmation when she heard Jamie exclaim a “What in the devil..?!” just before everything went black.

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The journey to the stones is never easy. It feels like you're being taken apart and then weaved back together. It really takes a toll to the body.

Claire stirred to someone stroking her hair. Once her mind was a little bit more awake, she took a mental stock of herself. She felt whole, alive, and for some reason, she was sitting in some armchair with her head laid down on the table.

She slowly opened her eyes, cautious just in case she got affected somehow by the last light she saw and to prepare herself to know the aftermath of this trip.

“Thank Christ!” was the first sound she heard. “Are ye alright?"

Her mind raced, she needed to respond. In another effort to finally face her reality, she lifted her, fully opened her eyes and saw the two most worried ocean eyes boring straight into hers.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her. Impossible.

“Ja - Jamie?” she softly called out, a hand unsure to touch his face.

“Aye, tis me, Claire. Do ye remember me? I was afraid you wouldn’t recognize me” he replied.

“Jamie, oh my god!” her dizziness forgotten, she quickly stood up as Jamie did too and they held each other so tightly she was sure she couldn’t breath.

She pulled away and started inspecting every part of him she could. “Are you alright? What happened?!”

“I don’t know. All I remember was I brought ye to the stones, we we’re about to touch it when a light beamed through. Next thing I knew, I woke up leaning by that shelf, wearing this clothes, and saw you passed out here.” Jamie shared.

“So you did see the light too! I haven’t experienced or seen that before so I thought it could’ve been just for me but...here you are.”

“Here I am” he said simply.

As their dizziness wore off and their mind became more rational, they needed to investigate fast on where and when they were.

Claire was wearing a white sleeveless shirtwaist dress, almost similar to the one she was wearing the first time she went through the stones, while Jamie was wearing a navy blue knitted shirt tucked in light brown fitted trousers.

They were definitely not in the 1740s anymore.

They were in an old scottish cottage, though obviously renovated and restored, with most of the items inside looking museum grade. A sign hanged up wrote “Old Leanach Cottage” and below it in smaller letters were the words “Culloden Moor” .

They were at Culloden.

Lastly, together they gravitated towards a notebook, a visitor log, and found that the year was 1948.

They were in Claire’s time.

Stunned and a little bit confused, Jamie and Claire looked at each other as the shock passed through them.

Impossible, indeed.

Claire and Jamie had more questions than answers and the place they currently were seemed different that what Claire was used to so both of them are pretty much out of place until they knew more about their present lives.

“Whatever this is, whatever has happened” Jamie’s firm voice broke the ice. “We’ll figure it out together.”

“Okay.” Claire replied. The unknowns were endless but with the strength of having Jamie by her side, there was nothing much to fear. “Of course” Claire nodded surely and then leaned her face to Jamie’s for a single deep kiss.

There’s always something that stirs between them whenever they kiss and they both smile at the fact that that feeling hasn’t gone away. Whatever they need it to be, it will be that. And right now, this kiss was a kiss of love, gratitude, comfort, and security.

Just as they were to pull away, they heard voices outside the cottage call for them.

“Jamie, Clare, are you guys finished?” a man’s voice asked.

Surprised by the interaction, Jamie’s first action was to protect Claire. His hands automatically reached out to his side where his sgian dubh always reside but he grasped for nothing in the air. Another reminder that they were in a different time.

“Jamie, those voices…”

“D’ye know them, Sassenach?”

Claire shook her head. Her mind was swirling - the voices we’re so familiar, she was sure she knew them - but she couldn’t put a name or a face.

“Come on, you two! Chop, chop! We still have a 3-hour ride ahead of us.” a woman’s voice followed.

“Should we just head out and see?” she asked. Jamie shrugged in agreement, took Claire’s hand, and led them out of the cottage.

Nothing could’ve prepared either of them for what was to happen next. They were both frozen in place as a couple turned around and in front of them is Henry and Julia Beauchamp.

“There you are!” Julie exclaimed. “What took you so long? We thought you’re only signing the visitor’s log book”. She noticed their confused looks, and slowly reached out a hand. “Are you guys...okay?”

Without another thought, Claire gravitated towards her parents and pulled her mother to a tight embrace and cried.

“Mama” Claire said softly.

“You haven’t called me that in a long time” Julie replied, hugging her daughter back. She pulled her daughter back when she felt a wetness in her shoulder. “Why are you crying?”

Claire didn’t reply but went to her dad and hugged him just as tight. “While I do love this,” Henry began, “I’m not sure what’s going on.” He patted her back, “Claire?”

“I’m sorry, I…” Claire started to think of an explanation while wiping her eyes and fixing herself up. “I just missed you so much”

There was so much more she wanted to say, just in case this was all a dream, but her last words summarized what was at the core of it all.

“I know, we missed you guys too. It’s been almost a month since we got together and this is a little overdue. Do you think you can make it back the car, though? I really don’t want to miss lunch.” Henry teased.

“Let’s go! I don’t want to be late. You know how strict Brian and Ellen are with the lunch schedule. Last time we missed it, there were hardly any food left.” Julia followed.

It was Jamie’s turn to feel more disbelief. “I’m sorry, what?” He didn’t know how we found his voice but, at the moment, his mind had life of its on and the words came flying out.

“What do you mean ‘what’? We’re on our way to see your parents at Lallybroch, James.”

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procyon-kiryu-heaven · 2 years

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Soooo...I was reblogging Will-Nico-Lou Ellen-Cecil with the tag "They <3" and accidentaly I write "Them" and, yeah...Good Omens AU were they are "The Them"

#will solace #Nico di Angelo #lou ellen blackstone #cecil markowitz #the them #Pjo #Hoo #Good Omens #GO #Good Omens AU #Nico as Adam #Lou Ellen as Pepper #Brian as Cecil #Will as Wensleydale #Jason as Warlock #And make it Jasico!!!!!#they <3

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underthewingsofthblackeagle · 6 years

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The Murderess from the Grunewald (18): “Preparing for War” (1)

“Berlin - View to the Brandenburg Gate and to the Red City Hall” by Interculture01

Jamie left the prison through the main entrance. He meant to walk on clouds. Yes, everything seemed to be floating. Although he had said goodbye to Claire ten minutes ago, he still smelled her hair and deodorant. Closing his eyes for a moment, Jamie knew that he would recognize that smell everywhere and under all circumstances. She allowed him to comfort her, let him embrace her. Secretly, since their first meeting, he had wished to touch her, let his hands slide over her hair. But he had not dared to hope that it would ever happen. It seemed to him that the sudden fulfillment of this wish had opened a whole new dimension of life to him. 'She becomes my wife. She will be my wife! I will share my life with her.' The words ran like a mantra in an endless loop through his head and he felt as if not blood, but pure adrenaline rushed through his veins. Shortly thereafter, he unlocked the door of his BMW. When he sat down and started the engine, he was tempted to drive the car to the nearest highway to drive its engine out unto its speed limit. That would help him to come down from his adrenaline rush. But no, today he would resist that temptation.

He would have done so before. Jamie had not always been the disciplined, thoughtful acting person he had become in the last fifteen years. There was a time when he had lived aimlessly and recklessly. His father was a respected, even famous lawyer, his family had money. What could happen to him? The world just waited to be explored by him! But the painful experiences that life had allotted for him forced James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser to take time to reflect on his life's path. The first heavy blow that hit him was the unexpected death of his mother Ellen. It was a Sunday just a few days before her 52nd birthday. While the family spent the bright summer afternoon together in the garden of their country estate near Potsdam, Ellen collapsed abruptly next to one of her favorite rose bushes. Jenny, who was setting the table for the afternoon coffee on the terrace, was the first to realize that something was wrong with her mother. She saw her stumble and then fall. Without thinking, Jenny pulled her smartphone out of her pocket and called the emergency call center. Then she called for her father and brother. When her husband appeared on the terrace, she yelled at him to keep the children away from the garden and keep them occupied in the house. Ian did not know what had happened, but he knew his wife well enough to know that her wish would have a good reason. As Jamie and Brian came running into the garden, Jenny was already kneeling beside her mother. But all attempts to help her were in vain. Before the ambulance arrived, they had lost her. Since Ellen had been an otherwise perfectly healthy woman and the emergency doctor didn't find a natural cause of death, he certified an unnatural death. Two policemen came and questioned the family members. Then the corpse was brought by an undertaker to the Brandenburg State Institute of Legal Medicine. There, according to the order of the public prosecutor, the autopsy of the deceased was to be performed. Five days later, the family was informed that Ellen Fraser had died of an (as yet undiscovered) brain aneurysm. Ten days after her sudden death, Ellen Fraser was laid to rest in the Fraser’s Family Mausoleum at the Old Potsdam Cemetery. Although Jamie was already 25 years old at the time, he needed years to process the loss of his beloved mother.

“Cemetry - Potsdam” by PeterBe

But his mother's death had not been the first major loss the family had suffered. Jamie's brother Robert had not completed his first year of life. The doctors diagnosed sudden infant death syndrome as the reason for the sudden demise of the third son of Ellen and Brian Fraser. Jamie, who was still a teenager at that time, tried to outplay the grief he saw and experienced in his parents' life. But in his soul, it all left deep traces. For the first time in his young life, he began to wonder what meaning life could have if it could end anytime. Two years after the loss of his mother, another accident hit the Fraser family. Jamie's brother William, the first born of the family and his great role model, was killed in a car accident. He was only 32 years old. They never came to knew whether it was really the icy road, that caused his car to crash against a tree, or whether William might have chosen that kind of death by himself. Only days before, his fiancée had separated from him. He had met Annabelle a few years earlier in Paris, and for William, she had been the woman of his life. Annabelle's love did not seem to go that far. She did not even appear at William's funeral. After William's death, the family finally hoped to come to rest and for almost three years this wish seemed to come true. Looking back, Jamie was grateful that his family had used every opportunity to spend time together. However, when one morning - he was working on case files in his office - that call from Mr. Schaller reached him, time seemed to stand still. The steward told him that he had found Brian Fraser lifeless in the hall of his mansion. The hurriedly summoned doctor could only determine the death of Jamie's father. The doctors later explained that a severe stroke had affected Brian so badly that he died of it. Everything that happened then, Jamie experienced it like through a dense fog. Brian's funeral. The opening of his father's last will. The assumption of management responsibility at the law firm. He was grateful that at least Jenny was alive. Ned Gowan's help in the professional and business challenges that Brian's death brought upon the last son of the Fraser family had been invaluable. Jamie knew, he probably would not have made it without Ned's help. Brian's death triggered a feeling in Jamie's soul that he could hardly describe. He felt as if his life had come to a point where it could come to an end. He was not tired of life, but in a way, he was fed up with life. Brian Fraser had always been as a big, supporting pillar in the house of his life. He never pushed himself upon his children, but he was always there when they needed him. Jamie always looked forward to working with his father for many more years. Maybe one day he would marry and start a family. He imagined his father playing not only with Jenny's but also with his own children. After Brian's death, this all seemed meaningless to him.

“Preussischer Kavalleriesäbel aus dem 19. Jahrhundert ” by Silar [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)]

Of course, there was the law firm that had to be run - now by him and Ned. Jamie was not an irresponsible person. He would fulfill his duties. On the day of his father's funeral, the family saber had been handed to him and now hung in a display above a dresser in his bedroom. The first Prussian-born Fraser to carry this weapon had been an ancestor named Simon Frederick William Fraser. This one of his forefathers had fought in the Prussian Wars of Liberation between 1813 and 1815. Since then, the weapon had been handed down from one generation to the next. For over 200 years now, it had been the indelible symbol that generations of Frasers had done their duty and that this was now expected of him. But without the day-to-day meeting with his father, their shared jokes, and the earnest conversation about the development of individual cases, he had lost the joy of his past work. In the morning he arose out of a sense of duty, drove to his office out of duty, read and edited his case files out of duty, went to the court out of duty, defended his clients out of duty and drove home again. Several times he had thought that - had he been born in ancient Greece - he would have made a good Stoic. If there was no other kind of motivation, one had to remember that everyone was responsible for fulfilling his duties. "Happiness" or "becoming happy" could not be a life goal. First, there was no standard for what "happiness" was. Everybody had a different understanding of the word. And second, most of the time what people saw as "happiness" was dependent on external circumstances and therefore always temporary. The fulfillment of duties, however, for Jamie, arose from an inner conviction. Therefore, unlike many others, he did not regard the fulfillment of his duties as a compulsion, but as an integral part of his honor. Of course, there was Jenny, his sister. But Jenny had her own family, her own duties, her own worries. In addition, his sister had changed so much since the death of her father. Their relationship had lost its former easiness. But then he had met Claire and it seemed to him that for the first time in nearly four years, the sun would break through the dark cloud he had been living under. He had instantly fallen in love with her and today he had come one step closer. He would not waste the power that was released in him by this experience in a ride without a speed limit on the highway. He would use this power for more important things. Now it was time to prepare for the "war", to inspect "the weapons" and "the troops".

Jamie drove the car out of the parking lot of the prison and to his house, adjusted to the speed of city traffic. There he let Bismarck take a short trip to the garden and gave the dachshund some petting. Afterward, he put a frozen pasta dish into the microwave and while the machine was humming, he and Bismarck climbed the stairs to the loft. Ten minutes later he rolled a dusty silver suitcase into the kitchen. "We'll clean it when I've eaten," he told Bismarck, putting the food out of the microwave and on a plate. Bismarck jumped on the bench and looked expectantly at Jamie, who had also taken a seat. "No, you will not get anything, you little greedy monster. You'll get some dry food later. " The dog, who had recognized the rebuke in Jamie's eyes, rested his head on the cushion and let out a loud sigh. "Character traits like a frustrated human," Jamie thought but avoided looking at Bismarck. A look out of the eyes of the little black sausage and he would give him a noodle. And of course, it would not stay with one noodle. In the end, the devoured little guy would eat half of the pack and if he returned late at night ... Oh no! In addition, ready meals were unhealthy for animals. All these spices, salts, additives! No! No mercy. Not today, dachshund!

“The look of the dachshund” by Brummeier

When Jamie had finished his meal, he cleaned the suitcase. Then he filled Bismarck's water bowl and poured dry food into the feeding bowl. Wherever Bismarck was at the time, he had heard the sound and had returned to the kitchen, apparently at the speed of lightning. While the dog ate, Jamie stroked his back. Then he put a bovine chew bone in Bismarck's doghouse and left the kitchen. He stowed the suitcase in the trunk of his car and drove it to Claire's apartment. Having arrived at Candestrasse, he carefully opened the door as usual, and when Adso did not appear immediately, he entered the house. He parked the suitcase in the living room and then went to the kitchen. Here he cleaned the cat's feeding bowl. Then he filled the drinking bowl with water, took out a can of cat food, and the moment he put the opener on the can, Adso appeared. This time he did not jump at Jamie but sat down expectantly next to the bowls. "It seems you have learned your lesson, old boy. Well. As a reward, you get a can of 'Chicken Royal'. He filled the contents of the can into the bowl and the cat began to eat immediately. "Enjoy your meal!" Jamie took the door hook from the cleaning cabinet and went to the first floor. There he opened the hatch that led to the loft and slowly pulled down the retractable staircase. When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned on the light and looked around. Then he let out an audible sigh. Nothing had changed. Everything was just as he had left it. Nobody had been here. He walked over to Claire's desk and grabbed all the books that contained personal notes in a large plastic carry bag he had taken from the kitchen. Then he opened the desk drawers and took out everything that looked like personal papers. He also put these documents in the big bag. Finally, he took the laptop with the cable and put it on top of the books and the papers. He then placed the screen behind the leather sofa so that nobody would take notice of it. With a duster that he had also brought from the kitchen, he wiped the dust from the small table and from Claire's desk. There was no longer any sign that there had been a laptop or books in these places. Carefully he went down the stairs. The bag was heavy and he did not want to accidentally drop it. Back on the first floor, he closed the roof hatch and went down to the ground floor with his heavy cargo. There he opened the suitcase and packed the books, papers, and the laptop into it. When he was almost done, he heard a whining sound from the kitchen. He had shot the door behind him and locked it because he did not want the animal to follow him to the loft this time. Jamie went and opened the door. He expected Adso to come out, stroke around his legs and then follow him to one of the sofas. Inwardly, he had already adjusted to the thought that he had to cuddle the cat for at least a quarter of an hour. But Adso shot past him, jumped up the stairs, and then Jamie heard that the animal pushed open the door to the bathroom. Obviously, there was something more important to Adso than being cuddled. Jamie packed the last things into the suitcase and closed it as quietly as possible. He would clean the litter box the next day. Today there were more important things for him too. From Claire’s house, he drove to his office. Once there, he greeted Tessa Lüttgenjohann and asked her to bring him a pot of coffee with two cups. When the secretary arrived at his office shortly thereafter, she carried a tray on which the desired items stood. She set the dishes on the table in the sitting area and Jamie asked her to take a seat. He poured coffee for her and him. As he sat down, he began to tell Tessa about the contents of the silver-colored suitcase. She immediately agreed to keep it safely in the basement of her house. Jamie had not expected otherwise. When he first met Joe Abernathy and his wife Gail, he had wondered if Claire and Joe's relationship resembled the relationship that linked him to Tessa. Professional yet friendly, not too tight and yet trusting. Everyone knew that this relationship would never go any further, but everyone would give the last shirt for the other. Jamie was grateful that he had found someone like Tessa, someone he could trust one hundred percent. Since the death of his father and everything that happened after it, there were not many people he trusted. His colleagues were among them, especially Ned Gowan and Ben Hombach. Tessa Lüttgenjohann and the Schallers. David de Koning and his brother-in-law Ian. Ian was more than a brother-in-law. He was a true friend. Jenny had met him during a stay in Scotland, fell in love with him and convinced him - in her very own way - to marry her. Ian left Scotland for her, and together they lived with their growing band of children at the country estate of the Frasers near Potsdam. By diligence and inventiveness and of course by the knowledge he had acquired in the context of his studies of agriculture, Ian had changed the former run-down farm estate into a flourishing company again. At first, he had started to order the fields and meadows belonging to the estate. Then he created a management plan for the forest, which also belonged to the estate, and leased parts of it. Ian also started a small animal breeding business, which he expanded a little more every year. First, he bought pigs, then cattle and two years ago he started to build a small stud. In the meantime, Ian's work also bore fruit financially. Jamie, who, like his father, Ned Gowan, and several others had supported the project with a generous financial investment at the beginning, received a slightly higher return each year. He used to visit his family in Brandenburg almost every weekend. He loved being outdoors and spending time with his nephews and nieces. It had always been a pleasure to talk to Ian about his latest plans, and about the visible growth and prosperity of family estate. But Jamie had not been there for nearly four years. For almost four years he had not seen Jenny or the children in person. Jamie sent gifts to the children for birthdays and holidays. Jenny and Ian got their gifts too. Of course, he also got gifts and card greetings in return. But the only personal connection he had to them was Ian. Jenny, however, knew nothing about it. Her husband had set up an e-mail address she did not know. Through this account - [email protected] - he communicated with Jamie - [email protected] - and also provided him with current photos of his nieces and nephews. Only now and then was it possible for Ian to come to Berlin. Then he combined business with private affairs and met with his brother-in-law. Although Ian had tried several times, he had failed to persuade Jamie to visit Potsdam. Too deep and too fresh were the wounds Jenny had dug into his soul. Ian wondered if they could ever become the family they once were. After the short coffee break, Tessa reminded Jamie that the next day at 10:30 am, the telephone conference with Prof. Dr. Nerz was scheduled and that she had reserved for him and David de Koning a table at the Ferenc’s for that evening. He had three hours left by that time. However, he should plan at least half an hour of driving time because the traffic news had predicted a traffic jam for the inner city. Just another visit of just another foreign head of state in Berlin. Nothing new. Nothing important. Then Tessa took the tray and turned to go. Jamie thanked her and sat down at his desk.

“Victory column Berlin” by LoboStudioHamburg

He looked out of the large panoramic window towards the Great Star. Twilight had already set in and soon the illumination of the Victory Column would start. Anyone who knew the history of the monument knew that it was not just a monument of a victory after a war. It was a constant reminder of the wrestling of this nation for its liberty and its unity. First in the Liberation Wars against Napoleon from 1813 - 1815, then in the Wars of Unification between 1864 - 1871. For Jamie, it was also a synonym for the resilience with which this country had fought for its reunification the 40 years after World War II. He loved the view from his office because there was something encouraging about the monument. And that encouragement he needed very much. Right now, when he had to prepare a "war" - when it was necessary to "muster" his weapons and his troops.

Thank you for reading. Next time, read “The Murderess from the Grunewald (19): Secret Whitsun Holidays on Rügen (8): Sharing Joy and Sorrow (6)”

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phoenixflames12 · 6 years

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Lay Your Head

A/N: A Modern AU one shot that I wrote last summer but never published.

Trigger warning for a major character death.

Caught in a hit and run accident on his way home from work, Jamie Fraser’s last moments are spent clinging to the memories of those whom he loves

Sirens.

Shouts.

The street lit up with noise and voices and a crush of people surging somewhere, the heat of their bodies streaking past him as if the fast forward button on a remote has been pressed for too long.

He brings his head up above them, gulping in the crispness of the night, watching the beams of light that streaked across his vision with a detached awareness.

The lights flicker and dance before his vision, bright sparks piercing against the womb-like darkness of the night. He is a child once more as he sees them, a child that had been ripped from Ellen Mackenzie Fraser’s womb in a river of blood, sucking on stolen light, a stolen life.

‘Pretty’, he thinks, reaching up to cradle the lights, watching them filter and float through his fingers in a kieladscope of colour.

It is colour that burns, the heat rising from the darkness of the pavement. He staggers, somehow suddenly unable to stand.

It does not matter now, he thinks. All that matters now is that Claire is safe. Brianna, Roger, Fergus and Marsali are safe. He has provided all he can for them and now, if he is to die here, today, he can join the realms of his whispering dead with a clear conscious.

He can already feel them whispering, voices that had been long forgotten in this world jostling at the corners of deep unconsciousness.

‘You have done so well, mo mac. So verra, verra well.’ His parents, he thinks hazily, the warmth of his fathers’ smile and the depth of warm darkness in Brian’s eyes swimming before him.

Perhaps it would not be so hard to die, after all.

The thought patters persistently against the steadily growing pain like rain on a cold window. Condensation fogs the glass and a memory of Brianna, aged seven or so, floats through the darkness, the image shoving through the dying chorus of exploding synapses.

Brianna, aged seven or eight, sitting in the rear of the family car. It had been mid December, the final rush for Christmas presents almost upon them and his daughter with her cascading mane of curls, ringlets of russet with hints of auburn and russet, glinting roan and amber, pressing her face against the frost fugged window.

He had passed the car with a grin, near staggering under a weight of books and wagged his ears at her. She had smiled, whole face lighting up at the sight of him.

Lay your head man.

The weight of Claire’s lap pressing up against his shoulder blades, holding him to earth when he had come home battered and fevered, reeling from a late night that had ended in an alcohol fuelled fist fight, over the mistreatment of some unknown girl in a bar on Sauchiehall Street. It had been late in the year and he had stumbled home without a coat, all but falling into the rented flat.

Lay your head man.

A streaking wail of red and blue, the unbearable heat of the pavement receding into soothing coolness.

The weight of fingers against his neck feeling desperately for a pulse.

The hush of voices, a palm pressed into his, forcing him to cling to life.

‘I’m here Jamie, I’m here. You’re going to be just fine.’

He catches that no-nonsense nurses’ tone in her voice that he loves so much, telling him that he does not have a choice in the matter.

Ego te absolvo, a priest had told him after his brothers’ death, dragging his feet to mass because his father and Jenny wished it.

He had hated him. Hated the serene calmness, the fathomless hazel eyes that seemed so kind and yet understood nothing.

Where are ye, Willie? Where are ye, a bhalaiach? Mo bhalaiach?

His soul had screamed then as he had lifted his palms to the priest and felt the hard skin of age and time fall into them.

It screams now, fighting against the hand that holds it down.

Ego te absolvo.

Around him, the ghosts of the past are gathering.

He can feel them, all of them, as surely as he can feel the weight of the hand in his, slowly slipping into nothingness.

‘I am sorry, mo ghraidh,’ his heart cries out to her, the darkness pressing firmly against his eyes. Mo Sorcha. Sassenach. Claire.

‘I know’, he thinks he hears her say; the words choked with tears. As the darkness pulls him under, it is a comfort to think that after all these years, she can still cry for him.

Fin

#mine #writing #fanfiction #outlander #modern au #jamie fraser #claire beecham #brianna randall #marsali #roger wakefield #brian fraser #ellen fraser #jenny murray #blood of my blood #death for tw #thoughts?

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takemeawaytocamelot · 7 years

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Bashful Beauchamp - Teenage AU

Finally! We got to see Jamie over for dinner with Claire and Lambert. Now we get to see Claire meeting the Fraser clan! How will she do? Will they treat her kindly? Read on to find out!

Shout out to @diversemediums for helping me edit this and @outlandishchridhe for helping me with a new title!

Catch up on Jamie’s dinner in Flustered Fraser

Jamie had worn his kilt when he’d come to dinner with me and my uncle. Now it’s my turn to impress his family. So I’m standing in front of my wardrobe, trying to decide what a sensible English girl would wear. Uncle Lamb is in the living room, waiting for me to dress so we can leave.

I have my red dress, a black dress, and a blue dress all laid out on my small bed.

“Uncle Lamb!” I cry, my voice sounding frantic to my own ears.

After a moment, I hear him come down the hall to my room. He knocks and walks in.

“What is it, Claire Bear?”

“I’m having a girl moment,” I tell him. “I don’t know what to wear!”

Uncle Lamb takes a long, deep breath and looks at what I have.

“Wear the blue one.”

“Should I put on makeup?”

“No, darling,” he says with a soft smile. “Your Scot likes you the way you are.”

I nod and put the other dresses away.

“Thanks Uncle Lamb.”

“Your parents would be proud of you.”

I stare at him in shock. He never talks about my parents and I rarely ask. It’s still painful for both of us.

“You think so?”

“Maybe not proud of you getting caught snogging in the cupboard, but yes. Your Scot seems to be a very kind young man.”

“Thanks,” I say softly, trying to keep from crying.

I’m not wearing makeup, but crying will flush my face and my nose will start running.

Lamb leaves and I dress quickly. I decide to pin my hair back, but leave most of it down. I’ll keep it from falling in front of my face, but the curl was too nice to hide away. I grab my coat and walk out to where Lamb waits. We follow the directions Jamie texted me until we reach Lallybroch, the Fraser estate.

It’s a cute house, I think, and it looks old. But it’s a fully functional farm and it looks well used. Jamie is waiting for me on the front steps, which he descends when he sees us pull up.

“Ye made it! I was worriet,” he says, beaming at me.

“We did. Uncle Lamb only had to turn around once.”

We stare at each other awkwardly before Lamb clears his throat.

“Aye! Sorry. Would ye like to come in for a moment, Mr. Lamb?”

“If it isn’t too much trouble. I won’t stay long,” he says when I give him a pleading look. “But I’d like to meet your parents.”

Jamie hops nimbly up the stairs and holds the door open. As I walk past him, he grabs my hand and squeezes it briefly before leading us further into the house. His home is incredible. Everything looks like it belongs in a museum, but it’s all obviously in use.

“My God!” Lamb squeaks behind me. “Is that an eighteenth century pistol?”

“Aye,” Jamie says. “We’ve kept a few artifacts o’er the years. Perhaps ye and Miss Beauchamp should come back out here and let Da show ye around. He loves to talk about the Fraser history.”

Uncle Lamb stares longingly at the pistol before getting a hold of himself.

“Perhaps we shall.”

Jamie stops by a doorway and motions us inside.

“I’ll introduce ye to Mam and go find Da.”

I come around the corner and see exactly where Jamie gets his looks. The woman, who’s pregnant belly is huge, is a mirror image of him. She struggles a little to sit up and Jamie rushes to her side.

“Careful, Mam. Ye’ve yer appointment in a few days.”

“I ken that, love. But I need to get a good look at this lass ye canna stop talkin’ about.”

The tips of Jamie’s ears turn deep red and he hastily looks at the floor.

“Mam, this is Claire Beauchamp and her Uncle Lambert. Miss Beauchamp, Mr. Lambert, this is my mother, Ellen Fraser.”

Ellen puts her hand out to shake and, after a moment, Lamb steps forward to greet her.

“Lovely to meet you, Mrs. Fraser.”

“I’m sorry I canna get up just now. Gettin’ down the stairs is hard enough and Brian, my husband, would be verra cross wi’ me if I strained myself.”

“Of course, of course.”

Ellen’s beautiful eyes turn to me.

“Come here into light, love. Let me see ye.”

I do as she asks and she smiles.

“I think Jamie’s got the right of it,” she says sweetly. “You are verra beautiful indeed. Just as he described.”

“Mam!”

“Hush, lad. Take yer lass to the kitchen to meet Jenny and Willie, please. I’d like to speak wi’ Mr. Lambert for a bit. And call yer Da, please love.”

Jamie offers his arm to me and I take it, casting a worried glance over to my uncle. As we weave through the halls, Jamie pulls out his cell phone and punches a number.

“Da? Mam’s in the sittin’ room wi’ Claire’s uncle. She’s askin’ for ye.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Aye. I’m takin’ her to meet Jenny and Willie.”

He slips the phone back into his pocket and turns to me.

“I’m glad ye’re here, Claire.”

“Me too.”

“I ken you’re probably a wee bit scairt. But ye dinna need to fear anyone here, especially when I’m wi’ ye.”

I shake my head.

“I’m not scared.”

He smiled and cups my cheek in his broad hand.

“Everything ye think and feel is written across yer face, mo nighean donn. It’s okay. No one will question your bravery in coming.”

He licks his lips and looks around quickly before leaning in to kiss me. I’m rather proud that I haven’t bitten him (on accident at least) in some time. We don’t let it go too long, not with my uncle and his mother only a few feet away.

“Isn’t that how we got into this mess, Mr. Fraser,” I ask quietly, smiling up at him.

“Aye. But I havena kissed ye in several days. I need to be sure ye dinna forget me.”

Taking his arm again, I lean on him a little while we walk. In the kitchen, a few people bustle around, one of them very obviously related to Jamie.

“Jenny, Willie, I’d like ye to meet my girlfriend Claire Beauchamp.”

Two faces turn to look at me and I take a step back, into Jamie’s body. The one I knew was related to Jamie is as tall and broad as he is. The other is a bit shorter than her brothers, but I can see a bit of them both in her face. She doesn’t have Ellen’s bright red curls, but rather seems to take after her father with dark, straight hair.

“H-hello,” I say, taking a deep breath and hoping my hair isn’t sticking out funny.

“Ooohhh,” says Willie.

I’m surprised that his voice is so much deeper than Jamie’s.

“This is her, then?” Jenny asks.

“Aye,” Jamie says, giving my hand a squeeze. “Be nice to her, aye?”

“Of course we will, mo bhràthair!” Willie says. “You’ve never brought a girl home before!”

Not knowing what else to do, I stay quiet.

“It’s lovely to meet ye, Claire,” Jenny says, giving me a polite smile. “Ye’ll have to excuse me. I’ve got to help finish gettin’ our dinner ready.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I offer, needing to do something.

“Oh! Weel,” Jenny looks around the kitchen. “If ye wouldna mind cleaning the lettuce and preparing the salad, I’d appreciate it.”

I smile and wash my hands before getting to work. Jamie stares at me for a moment before joining me.

“I don’t mind at all. I do most of the cooking at home. Uncle Lamb almost burned our flat down trying to boil water.”

Jenny, Willie, and Jamie all laugh.

“Willie’s no’ verra good wi’ the cooking either,” Jenny says. “Claims it’s women’s work. But I taught Jamie better before Willie could corrupt him. My wee brother is a fair hand when he wants to be.”

“I’m no’ your wee brother anymore, Janet. I’m taller than you.”

“Aye,” Jenny says, pulling a tray of rolls from the oven. “But I’m still older than ye.”

We subside into giggles as Jenny and Jamie exchange good-natured insults. I always hate being an orphan. Not only because I no longer have my mum and dad around, but because I’ll never have siblings. I’ll never have a sister upset with me for borrowing her clothes or a brother to scare off boyfriends. But instead of allowing myself to drown in the sadness, I decide to enjoy the family Jamie invited me to join.

“Claire?”

I stop laughing, hearing my Uncle’s voice.

“Uncle Lamb? I’m in the kitchen with the others.”

My hands are full of veggies to put in the salad, or I would go out to him. Lamb finds his way into the kitchen and smiles at me.

“Ah, I should have known I’d find you elbow deep in something. I’m popping off now. Call me when you’re ready to come home. No later than nine.”

“Yes, Uncle.”

A strange expression comes across his face, something I don’t recognize. He walks around the large wooden table in the middle of the kitchen and hugs me.

“Have fun, lovie,” he whispers in my ear.

My breath catches when he uses that word. He told me, when I was younger, that ‘lovie’ was what my mother had always called me, something she’d picked up from her own mother. Whenever he used it, he did so to include my parents in my life.

“Thanks Uncle Lamb.”

He straightens up and looks Jamie in the eye.

“You take care of her.”

“Yessir.”

Then my Uncle is gone. Jenny and Willie go about their duties, getting dinner ready. Jamie and I keep nudging each other while we prepare the salad.

“Alright you two,” Jenny says with a smirk. “Go on and take that out to the table. Mam and Da should be ready by now.”

I follow Jamie out to the dining room but we both stop when we hear quiet voices.

“Dinna fash, my love. I’m doing everything the doctor said.”

“I ken that, mo nighean ruaidh.”

I don’t eavesdrop on people. It’s rude and intrusive. But I can’t help but peek around Jamie to see what he’s staring at. Brian is sitting in a chair beside his wife, one hand caressing her stomach while the other is rubbing her shoulder.

“If I got through gi’ing birth to that giant ye call a son, this one will turn out fine. Just have faith.”

Brian takes a deep breath and kisses his wife’s cheek.

“Ye better keep fighting, then. Ye’ve been a Fraser long enough to be as stubborn as the rest of us.”

“Aye, and so I have. I promise I’ll keep fighting for me and for our bairn.”

Jamie takes a step back, out of sight and takes a long breath. I follow him, waiting for him to pull himself together. I know how worried he is about his mother, he’s told me more than once. But this isn’t the time or place for him to talk about it, so he goes into the room and I follow.

“Ah! James Fraser!” Ellen scolds, her eyes wide and mouth tight. “Tell me ye didna force this sweet lass into workin’ in the kitchen!”

“No, Mrs. Fraser,” I smile at her. “I offered. I hate just standing around. But Jenny’s kicked us out, so I expect there’s not much more to do.”

“Aye, probably not. Come here and sit so we can talk. Your Uncle is a very lively man.”

I sit down in the seat to her left, Jamie taking the empty one beside me.

“Yes, he’s quite a character, my Uncle.”

“I want ye to ken ye have an open invitation to join us for dinner at any time,” Ellen says. “And I suspect your Uncle will also want a grand tour of the estate.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“He’s an anthropology professor, so he’s a little obsessed with historical artifacts.”

“A little?” says Brian before Ellen swats him.

Before I can say anything else, Jenny, Willie, and another woman I wasn’t introduced to, come out with dinner.

Unlike the dinner with my Uncle, the Fraser family doesn’t interrogate me. Rather, they seem more interested in telling the most embarrassing stories about Jamie. His face is flushed red all through the meal.

“No!” I say as everyone sits back in their chairs after dessert. “That’s not how it happened at all!”

“Weel that’s what he told us,” Ellen said. “He said it was the worst presentation he’s ever given.”

I shake my head at Jamie in disbelief.

“Not at all. I think it was the best of the whole group. And I thought that before he asked me out.”

The table chuckles and Jamie gives me a small smile.

“Claire, darling,” Ellen says gently. “Ye should call yer uncle soon, I dinna want ye to be late for curfew.”

I glance down at my watch and gasp. Talking with the Frasers had completely distracted me from watching the time.

“Excuse me. This has been a lovely evening.”

I get up and move away from the table, calling my Uncle as I did.

“I was about to call you,” he answers after the second ring. “Ready to come home?”

“Yes,” I say. “It’s been great fun. They said I could come back any time.”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me all about it on the ride home. I’ll be there soon.”

I hang up and turn to see Jamie waiting for me.

“They like ye,” he says quietly.

“I like them too.”

“I think Mam wants to adopt ye. But I’m glad ye got to meet everyone.”

Jamie steps forward and wraps me in a warm, solid hug. He smells clean and a little of the outdoors.

“My Uncle is on his way. I should go and make my goodbyes before he gets here.”

Jamie takes my hand and leads me back to the dining room where Willie is beginning to gather plates.

“My Uncle will be here soon,” I tell everyone. “This has been… This has been absolutely wonderful. Thank you so much for having me over.”

Ellen, hands folded over her belly, gives me a sweet smile.

“It’s been a pleasure to meet ye, Claire. I meant what I said. Ye can come back any time ye like. We’d love to have ye again.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Jamie walks with me to the front door where we can watch the drive. The rest of the family decided to give us these few minutes, which I appreciated.

“Are ye alright, a nighean?”

“Yes, I’m okay. It’s just… It’s hard, sometimes. I’ve never had a family like this.”

“Aye, I ken it must be difficult.”

I shrug.

“But it’s beautiful. You’ve got such a lovely family, Jamie. It’s wonderful to see.”

“I hope ye take Mam up on her invitation. Willie will go back to uni soon, but I’d like to have ye back.”

“I’ll talk to my Uncle.”

Lights draw my attention and I see my Uncle’s car pulling down the long drive.

“Do I get a kiss goodnight?” I ask, biting my bottom lip.

He smiles and leans down to do as I asked, his mouth still tasting strongly of the dark chocolate from dessert. Our kiss comes to a slow, happy end just as my Uncle gets out of the car. Jamie presses his lips to my ear.

“I forgot to tell ye how beautiful ye looked tonight, Sassenach. Took my breath away when I saw ye.”

“Like you took my breath in your kilt.”

Uncle Lamb knocks on the door. Jamie opens it and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank ye for a lovely evening, Miss Beauchamp,” he says, giving me that same bow he had when he’d come to dinner at my flat.

“Thank you, Mister Fraser,” I say, offering a slight curtsey.

I follow my Uncle out to his car and collapse into the front seat.

“Did you have a good time then, Claire Bear?”

I sigh, smiling as I wave back at Jamie.

“Uncle Lamb… I think I’m in love.”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #teenage au #takemeawaytocamelot #jamie x claire #also featuring: brian fraser #also featuring: ellen fraser #also featuring: jenny #also featuring: willie #also featuring: uncle lamb

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thelallybrochlibrary · 3 years

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Hello librarians! I’m looking for a fic in which Claire was raised by Jamie’s parents. Does that ring a bell? Thank you!

Hi there @beckyrdh,

There’s a few fics that could be what you’re looking for.

Chain of Command by Mod MBD on @imagineclaireandjamie - Claire is a servant in the Fraser’s home, but Brian and Ellen do take a hand in raising her.

Forget Me Not by melodyheart - Modern AU where Claire was raised by Brian and Ellen.

Guardian Scotsman by @writtenthroughtime - Not exactly what you described, but along the same vein; Claire comes through the stones as a child and is found and taken in by Murtagh.

To Love You Always by @lallybrochloser - Jamie and Claire are born six months apart, and Claire eventually is taken in by the Fraser family after the death of her parents.

If these aren’t quite what you were looking for, please feel free to send us another ask!

Happy Reading!

#outlander #outlander fanfic #asks #fic: chain of command #author: Mod MBD #author: mybeautifuldecay #fic: forget me not #author: melodyheart #fic: guardian scotsman #author: writtenthroughtime #librarian: julia #beckyrdh #fic: to love you always #author: lallybrochloser

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renee-writer · 3 years

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Just a Tattoo

A/N For the @writersmonth prompt, Tattoo Parlor AU, Claire finds herself getting her first tattoo and finding her soulmate in Jamie, the tattoo artist.

“Must we do this Gel?”

“Yes, we must.” She places emphasis on the last word as she told her eyes at her best mate, her way to stuffy best mate. “I hear this guy is the best. You hardly feel it.”

“Yeah right.” Her eyes roll but she follows her mate into Fraser’s Tattoos and Piercings.

“What will it be today, lasses. A tattoo or a piercing?” The lass that greets them has a lot of both. Tats up and down her arms, her ears gaged, her tongue and eyebrows pierced.

“Just two simple tattoos.” Claire says. Maybe Geillis is right. If the lady at the front of the tattoo shop intimidates her, maybe it is time to step out a bit of her comfort zone.

“Alright my husband will be right with you. He is finishing up. He did all of mine. The ones you can see and the ones you can’t.” a wink. Claire smiles politely while Geillis rolls her eyes. Neither see the man standing behind them.

He is tall, built and has art all over his arms and the parts of his chest not covered with sleeveless shirt.

“What do we have here Laughaire?” he asks. She seems to jerk, not knowing he was behind her.

“Jamie, I didn’t know you were done. This two lasses are here for simple tattoos.”

“Thank you. I got them. You may go to lunch now.”

“Thank you.” She stands and scurries out. Claire and Geillis look at each other. A strange way to treat a wife. He sees and laughs.

“You must excuse Laughaire. She tells tall tales. It is the Scottish way but… She isn’t my wife and if she has tats under her clothes, I didn’t do then. Sorry, my name is Jamie Fraser, the tattoo artist here. This is my place. My mate, Fergus does the piercings.”

“Geillis Duncan and Claire Beauchamp.” Geillis introduces them.

“Geillis and Claire, please follow me back.” As they walk behind him, Claire can’t help notice that he has a fine bum. Geillis sees and nudges her. Claire frowns. “Have either of you lasses had a tattoo before?”

“I have.” Geillis answers as they enter the room filled with prints. “But Claire is a virgin.” His eyes go up.

“A tattoo virgin. I had a long term relationship I just left, so not a…” She trails off, embarrassed.

“I ken what she meant, Claire.” His voice, lowered with that thick Scottish drawl, awoke places in her she thought long asleep.

“I think I want, this one.” Geillis is unaware of their interplay or is chosen to ignore it. She is pointing to a rose. “For the Stuarts.”

Claire rolls her eyes. “She loves the Jacobites, Bonny Prince Charlie and all that. I say she was born at the wrong time.”

“Aye, or the right one. Now you can’t get hanged for claiming Jacobite sympathies.”

“A grand point you make.” She forces her eyes of him and towards the walls full of prints. She is looking for something small but also, something that says she isn’t the same woman that let a certain English professor walk all over her. She sees it in the dragonfly. “This one.” Both Jamie and Geillis come over to see her choice.

“I like it. It suits you.” Geillis approves.

“Aye it does. Who is first.”

“Let me. I am to nervous to wait.” Jamie takes the dragonfly down, gathers up what he will need as he talks to her.

“I am know for painless first times. I will not hurt you on my honor.”

“And you are an honorable man, Jamie?”

“Quite. My name, family and, reputation mean a lot to me. I believe secrets are okay but no lies. If I say something, it is the truth.”

“Okay.” She sits down on the seat he gestures to.

“Where do you want it, lass?” It is a perfectly innocent question but Claire’s mind went straight to the gutter. Geillis watching her, sees and a big grin covers her face. Claire shakes her head to clear it.

“My arm please.”

“To be seen or no.”

“Lower arm. To be seen.” If she is doing this, she is going all the way. Another flush as her mind plummets again.

“Alright.” He takes her arm and carefully cleans it. He then rubs something else over it. “Numbing medicine. I did promise it wouldn’t hurt.” As he waits for it to take effect, he prepares the ink and needles. “Close your eyes Claire.” She does. He touches her arm, then again, pressing harder. “Feel anything?”

“A bit of pressure, that’s all.”

“Brilliant. That is all you will feel.”

He was right. She watches him dip the needle in and out of her flesh as the dragonfly takes shape. She feels nothing but pressure and a building heat between her legs. What is it about him?

“All done. How do you feel?”

She doesn’t know why she said it. Maybe because it has been forever. Maybe because the heat between her legs has reached a point where honesty is all she can do. “Horny.”

Geillis, standing beside her, burst into a fit of laughter. Jamie sitting on the other side, stares for a moment before giggling. “Well that isn’t usually the response I get.”

“Yes I ahh… never have said…oh man…I don’t know if it is depravation or whatever this is between us but…”

“You feel it too?”

“Heck, even I feel it,” Geillis confesses between her bouts of laughter. “You two are making me second hand horny.”

“Jesus H Roosevelt Christ, Gel!” Jamie is wrapping plastic around her arm to protect the new tat. He is also biting his lip to keep from laughing himself.

“Well it is the truth.”

“Claire, let me do Geillis' tattoo and then we can talk, eh?”

“Good idea.”

Geillis is soon done. She pays him for both and slips out to let them talk.

“I don’t know what this is but I have never been so turned on in my life.” She admits.

“You are not alone.” She looks down and sees he isn’t kidding. His jeans can’t hide…

“What do we do?”

“I want to take you out. Get to know you.”

‘Yes let’s.”

It was just to be a tattoo but they are married six months later. When their first baby is born, her husband tattoos her initials on her arm. FEF, Faith Ellen Fraser. A few years later he adds BWF for Brian William Fraser.

Just to be a tattoo but turned out to be the rest of her life.

The end.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #writersmonth2021 #august prompts #tattoo parlor #just a tattoo #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

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marsalimackimmie · 4 years

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Another Outlander Fic Idea

This is set in an AU where Jamie came through the stones to the 20th century soon after Claire returned, and they raised Brianna in the future together.

(I wrote this whole thing out at once and didn’t proof read it so please forgive any typos. It’s a mostly stream of consciousness outline.)

Bree always knew there was something different about her family-- in that they had none. All her friends had grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins… but the Fraser's were an orphaned family. Her Mama and Da had plenty of stories, but always said the people they discussed had died a long time ago. As a kid it made her sad in a detached sort of way, but as she grew older she began having more questions her parents couldn’t answer.

Growing up, Bree had developed an interest in history with her father. He was always reading books, watching documentaries, and always seemed fascinated by everything he learned-- even the things everyone knew, and the things he supposedly lived through himself. It became something they bonded over, and it led Bree to her secret hobby of genealogy.

Unbeknownst to her parents, Brianna one day organized a day trip with her friends up to Broch Morda, the place her parents always claimed Jamie was from. She searched their historical archives and church records, but could find no mention of Jenny, Brian, or Ellen Fraser born in the last few centuries. At one point a librarian said she HAD found people by those names, but perhaps it was a more distant ancestor(?) as they were all from the 18th century.

With this being the only lead Bree had, she dug all in. Every detail that matched up with her parents’ stories (as few details as there were) made her confusion increase. Her first thought was “oh no, my parents are crazy”. Clearly, Jamie had become so lonely as an orphan that he constructed an entire backstory based on the lives of people who shared his last name 200 years ago, who he found through his weird fascination with history. Or was James Fraser even his real name? Oh god, is Fraser even HER real last name?

Freaked out, Bree decides to visit Broch Tuarach’s graveyard to make sure there weren’t just typos or mistakes in the records (it’s not like they’re very valuable or well preserved). The newest graves are full of Murray's, McTavishes, Mackenzies… wow a lot of M’s for a place built by the Fraser clan. She pushes through and finds many faded graves from the early 1800s… quite a few match the names from her supposed family history as well. Brianna is now certain her parents have been lying to her this whole time.

Roger, one of the friends Bree came to Broch Morda with, suggests that maybe they should try some archives in the larger Inverness instead, that maybe this whole Lallybroch business is just a weird coincidence, or a matter of family names repeating themselves. It’s not like Jenny and Ian are uncommon, after all, or James and Katherine for that matter. Brianna is skeptical but agrees.

Back in Inverness, they dig through the library and find articles about Claire’s disappearance through the stones. Surprised, Brianna does the math and realizes her parents must have met when Claire ran away from this ‘Frank Randall’. The lies piling up, Brianna decides to call Frank and ask for any information he has. Frank is reluctant to speak to her when she ambushes him at his office, and she leaves.

Later she returns late at night hoping to break into his files (she’s really mad and not thinking straight, alright?) and instead finds Frank still there, drinking at his desk. In his drunken state, he tells her everything Claire had claimed about time travel, and stones, and that “bloody Scot bastard” who had taken everything from him. Bree is disturbed to find him so bitter and drunk, and honestly can’t fault her mother for leaving the guy-- he seemed awful. And how seriously could she take his story about magic stones when he’s three sheets to the wind?

Still, Bree can’t help but think. Her vacation is over and she goes back home to Claire and Jamie (they live in Edinburgh maybe, or a remote farming village away from modern hustle idk). Despite dropping many subtle hints, she can’t get her parents to crack. She does start writing down small details they mention about the family though-- for comparison to the historic family, out of curiosity, etc-- and trying to suss out whether her father is delusional or just lying. But he seems as sincere as ever, and never contradicts his stories like someone making it up might.

Now Bree is starting to feel like the crazy one. Is there even anything here to uncover? So her parents are orphans; so her mom left a drunkard and married a Scot instead. Everything truly suspicious is just circumstantial, paranoid even. Why is she so fixated on it? In the end, Bree finally decides to drop it.

She still had another visit to Inverness planned however, and Roger suggests they go to the Culloden heritage reenactment festival instead of getting stuck in dusty archives. Bree agrees, and Claire helps her assemble a period costume. Claire seems oddly knowledgeable and nostalgic about it, but Bree brushes it aside. In the end she has a costume that looks great, but isn’t totally accurate. It’s cheaper. It has zippers. She never said she was committed to accuracy ok? Still, making and wearing it seem to make her parents’ lips loosen a bit, and they all bond talking about Scotland and history and family the night before she leaves. As she’s going to sleep, she thinks she hears her parents discuss how they think “Jenny and Ian” are faring at Lallybroch, but that’s probably her imagination-- why would they speak in the present tense? And she knows for a fact Lallybroch is empty.

Flash forward-- Bree and Roger have a great time at the festival. (To insert my own headcanon agenda, I should mention Roger and Bree are not romantic, just good friends. Roger knows Bree is secretly gay, and sometimes even tries to be her wingman. Bree is out to her parents after they caught her and Sally McGinnis making out when she was 17; that’s why they trust her to stay at Roger’s during trips without too much shovel talk.) When they get back to the manse, they run into Fiona (who had been dancing at the stones at sunrise and gone all day). She awkwardly lets them know she brought a man back with her, who seems like he just needs some help. Confused, they ask why he wasn’t brought to the hospital, and she says he doesn’t need it. Fiona claims this man was at the reenactment (to explain his clothes) but dodges most of their questions. Still, Roger is very hospitable as a Reverend’s son and lets him stay.

The man, who introduces himself simply as Claudel, seems very friendly if a bit baffled. Still, Roger doesn’t love the idea of Bree staying in the building with a stranger and asks if she’d rather go home. Bree is resistant because she’s not some damsel who has to be protected, but Fiona pipes up and agrees with Roger. Especially since the trains aren’t running right now and the inn is full-- could she call Mr. & Mrs. Fraser to come pick you up, Bree?

Outnumbered, Brianna angrily agrees. She then sulks in the living room until Claudel comes in and they talk for a while. Brianna complains that everyone treats her like she’s less capable, and the man commiserates, pointing out what she had missed earlier-- his missing hand. She asks what happened, and he vaguely says “the war”. (Fiona had briefed him on what happened to him, where/when he is now, and how he should be as vague as possible when he couldn’t give the truth or a good lie.) Brianna decides she doesn’t mind this guy, even though his presence is inadvertently forcing her to be picked up by her parents like a misbehaving child from a slumber party.

About an hour or whatever later, there’s a knock at the door. Bree gets up, long suffering, and jokes with Claudel that it must be ‘her time’. They say goodbye amicably and he offers to walk her to the door like a gentleman.

Bree answers the door to see Claire on the other side, looking equal parts ruffled and concerned, and almost doesn’t notice Claudel freeze behind her. She hears him ask, “Milady?” under his breath, and now her mother is freezing in place too. Do they recognize each other? she wonders.

Bree gets her answer almost instantly, when a smile stretches on her mother’s face and Claire goes to hug the man, saying “oh my god, Fergus. Oh my son.” Cue record scratch noise-- did Mama just call this man her son??? Bree has more questions than ever before.

#outlander #outlander fic #outlander fanfic #fraser family #fergus fraser #brianna fraser #claire fraser #fix it #jamie fraser #outlander au #jamie x claire #to be clear 'claudel' never heard that brianna's last name was fraser #but fiona kinda put it all together and set up this reunion on purpose #she's pretty sly #my writing #plot bunny #mine

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imagineclaireandjamie · 4 years

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High hopes.

Brian and Ellen AU / Tell Me About Your Family

———-

“...but the fairy couldnae return to the place where she had come from, because sadly the magic door between the stones had disappeared.”

Snug in their bed, Faith and Brianna gasped. “But why, Da?”

Sprawled on one side of the bed, arm tightly holding his daughters, Jamie sighed. “Because the magic door was only open at certain days of the year. And sadly, the day that the fairy returned to the stones was one of those days.”

Faith’s dark brows furrowed. “So what did she do? The bad man in red was chasing her!”

“Do ye remember how the fairy had made friends wi’ the hunter?”

Brianna nodded. “He kept her safe when she was sad and lost.”

“Weel - the hunter had gone to the stones wi’ her, just in case there was a problem. And sure enough, he was there to help her.”

“So where did they go, Da?”

He smiled slightly. “Would ye believe that he wrapped her up in his plaid and took her home wi’ him, to a secret place where no’ even the bad men could find them?”

“Yes,” Faith yawned. “Because Lallybroch is that place for you, Da. Aye?”

His heart clenched.

“Aye, lass. It is.”

---

He found Claire in her stillroom downstairs, checking entries in her meticulous ledger.

“Is he asleep?”

Briefly she looked up, then returned to her work, scanning the cramped pages. “Yes - he was a bit fussy, but all is well. What about the girls?”

He leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Giggling like wee fiends. They’ll tire themselves out eventually.”

She stood up straight, and slung her arms around his shoulders. Pulled him closer for a long, slow kiss.

“Mmm. You taste like herbs,” he breathed against her lips.

“And you taste like salt.” Quickly she kissed him again. “Sweat or tears?”

He swallowed. “A bit of both.”

She kissed his chin. “All will be well.”

He pressed his cheek against hers, whispering terrified words in her ear.

“What if it doesnae work? They will know I am here. I’m an outlaw. I’m a danger to all of ye. What if they come to arrest me, and take you away from the bairns? What if - ”

“Hush.” She pulled back to look at him, framing his face between her hands, eyes intent in the candlelight. “One day at a time. What if it does work, Jamie? What about then?”

His eyes were so wide, glassy with tears and fright. “I cannae live wi’out you, Claire. Wi’out my family.”

“You won’t need to,” she insisted. “We have right on our side.” She paused, trailing a finger down the side of his neck in a way she knew would make him shiver.

“I am here with you, right now, beyond all logic and reason and possibility. Our children exist because we defied all of the rules. And we love what we have because we have fought for it, so desperately.”

He nodded, sighing. Heart and mind racing.

“I want to give ye so much more than I have, Claire.” His voice was low, quiet. “More than a life as an outlaw’s wife, living on a remote farm. You deserve something...grander. For all you have sacrificed.”

Carefully she swept her ledger, quill, and assorted bottles to one side of the table, and sat on the edge of the cleared side. Holding her husband’s work-roughened hands. Looking up at him.

“I want what I have. I love our life - I don’t need anything else. And you’ve given me so many things I never thought I’d have. Your family. Our family that we’ve made together.”

She pulled him down for an affirming kiss. Tore her mouth away, to whisper in his ear.

“You’ve given me yourself. The gift I never thought I’d have.”

She felt the shiver echo through his body.

“And I give you myself in return. Now. Please.”

He seized her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his hips. She kissed his smile.

---

Ellen was in bed, reading, when Brian finally made his way upstairs.

“What took you so long?” She set aside her spectacles and lay them atop the book on her bedside table, stretching.

He bolted the door and kicked off his boots. “Was going over the ledgers wi’ Ian. Jamie had promised to be there, but he disappeared into Claire’s stillroom.”

She smiled. “I’m so glad they have each other, now especially. This waiting...it’s excruciating.”

Brian unbelted his breeks. “Aye, and it’s only been two weeks. No word from Ned, either. I dinna ken if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Aye. I’m glad Rab went wi’ him, though. He can advocate for Jamie if Ned can’t. And truth be told - I worry for Ned.”

Brian slid into bed beside her. “When he comes home, wi’ Jamie’s pardon - we need to do something for him.”

Ellen sighed. “Aye. But let’s no’ start planning for something that hasnae happened.”

“Yet,” he insisted.

She nodded. “Ever the dreamer ye are, Brian Fraser.”

He smiled. Christ, when he did that she felt like a lass again.

“I’ve had many a dream in my life, Ellen MacKenzie. But all the most important ones have you in it.”

She lay her hand on top of his.

“Though,” he added, “I do often wonder whether ye regret that I couldnae offer ye a life better than that of a crofter’s wife. I do remember the castle ye were born in.”

She squeezed his hand. “The life you have given me, mo dhu - it’s far richer than any I could have ever dreamed of.”

He kissed her forehead, then her temple - and buried his face in the red curls that had made his heart sing since the first time he saw her, thousands of lifetimes ago on that night at Leoch.

“I do love you, my own,” he whispered.

“I love you,” she whispered. “More than reason.”

---

In the dark of their rented room above a London tavern, Rab Fraser listened to Ned Gowan rehearse his remarks for the ninth time.

“...regardless of the fact that James Fraser was indeed on Culloden Moor on that fateful day, he was only there due to the willful forgery of his signature by the pretender who His Majesty’s court is currently petitioning the Vatican to extradite...”

Rab rubbed his eyes wearily.

Tomorrow would decide everything.

#;mod gotham #brian and ellen au #Anonymous

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