#brianna randall fraser

[fernvehx]

Alternative universe - what if Jamie and Claire had raised Brianna together from the start?

[televisionpromos]

Outlander 7x11 "A Hundredweight Of Stones" Promo - Claire turns to John Grey for comfort as they process difficult news; Ian and Rachel discuss their love and their future; Brianna confronts an intruder at Lallybroch.

[coralsillustrations]

Brand new fanart with an AU prompt/idea…

Soon after Culloden Jamie is able to find their wee Faith that actually survived and was take away from them. Meanwhile Claire gives birth to baby Brianna.

[demisexualemmaswan]

I’m living my best outlander modern AU life with the knowledge that the cast went to the Taylor Swift concert because uhh

where are my fics of Jamie and Bree going to the Taylor Swift concert together

I need swiftie dad jamie fraser and I need it now

like the premise of your fic could even be like Claire took Bree to the Fearless and Speak Now tours

and then when Jamie comes back into their lives, he’s looking for a way to bond with Bree and Claire’s like “taylor swift”

[clara-oswinoswald]

Also why does every character on outlander have a rape scene? I'm so tired of this type of "historical accuracy"

And Roger isn't even a good man. The misogyny is strong with that one. I hate how manipulative and sexist he is. You're my wife now, you should start listening to me... 🤮🤮🤮

If Bree was older I think she would see all those red flags.

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[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN ||SEASON 7 EPISODE 02 || THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

THE SKY WAS A FLAT, LEADEN COLOR, threatening rain, and the wind gusted through the palmettos, rattling the leaves like sabers. Down in the depths of the tidal forest, the four stones loomed beside the creek. “I am the wife of the laird of Balnain,” Brianna whispered, next to me. “The faeries have stolen me over again.” She was white to the lips, Amanda clutched close to her breast. We had made our farewells—we had been saying farewell, I thought, since the day I pressed the stethoscope to Mandy’s heart. But Brianna turned and flung herself—baby and all—at Jamie, who pressed her so tight against his heart, I thought one of them must break. Then she was flying at me, a cloud of cloak and loosened hair, and her face was cold against mine, her tears and mine mingling on my skin. “I love you, Mama! I love you!” she said in desperation, then turned and, without looking back, began to walk the pattern Donner had described, quietly chanting under her breath. A circle right, between two stones, a circle left, and back through the center—and then to the left of the largest stone. I had been expecting it; when she began to walk the pattern, I had run away from the stones, stopping at what I thought a safe distance. It wasn’t. The sound of them—a roar, this time, instead of a shriek—thundered through me, stopping my breath and nearly my heart. Pain froze in a band round my chest and I dropped to my knees, swaying and helpless. They were gone. I could see Jamie and Roger running to check—terrified of finding bodies, at once desolate and elated to find none. I couldn’t see well—my vision swam, flickering in and out—but didn’t need to. I knew they were gone, from the hole in my heart. “TWO DOWN,” Roger whispered. His voice was no more than a faint rasp, and he cleared his throat, hard. “Jeremiah.” He looked down at Jem, who blinked and sniffed, and drew himself up tall at the sound of his formal name. “Ye ken what we’re about now, aye?” Jemmy nodded, though he flicked a scared glance toward the towering stone where his mother and his baby sister had just vanished. He swallowed hard, and wiped the tears off his cheeks. “Well, then.” Roger reached out a hand and rested it gently on Jemmy’s head. “Know this, mo mac—I shall love ye all my life, and never forget ye. But this is a terrible thing we’re doing, and ye need not come with me. Ye can stay with your grandda and grannie Claire; it will be all right.” “Won’t I—won’t I see Mama again?” Jemmy’s eyes were huge, and he couldn’t keep from looking at the stone. “I don’t know,” Roger said, and I could see the tears he was fighting himself, and hear them in his thickened voice. He didn’t know whether he would ever see Brianna again himself, or baby Mandy. “Probably . . . probably not.” Jamie looked down at Jem, who was clinging to his hand, looking back and forth between father and grandfather, confusion, fright, and longing in his face. “If one day, a bhailach,” Jamie said conversationally, “ye should meet a verra large mouse named Michael—ye’ll tell him your grandsire sends his regards.” He opened his hand, then, letting go, and nodded toward Roger. Jem stood staring for a moment, then dug in his feet and sprinted toward Roger, sand spurting from under his shoes. He leaped into his father’s arms, clutching him around the neck, and with a final glance backward, Roger turned and stepped behind the stone, and the inside of my head exploded in fire. Unimaginable time later, I came slowly back, coming down from the clouds in fragments, like hailstones. And found myself lying with my head in Jamie’s lap. And heard him saying softly, to himself or to me,

“For your sake, I will continue—though for mine alone . . . I would not.”

120 IF ONLY FOR MYSELF ~ A BREATH OF SNOW AND ASHES

[themusicsweetly]

All the time the ghosts flit past and through us, hiding in the future.  We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway.  By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.

[wardrobeoftime]

Outlander + Costumes

Brianna Randall's brown & grey-blue dress in Season 04, Episode 07.

// requested by @lulu-cat-princess

[for-my-reading-pleasure]

Keeping it in the family.

Remember that time Brianna was faux-engaged to her half-brother’s stepfather, a man who later briefly became Brianna’s own stepfather?

Because I do.

[bramblrose]

“For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. Don't be afraid. There's the two of us now. Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone.”

[silverflameataraxia]

[inlovewithquotes]

Choose a man like your father, I wrote. Either of them. I shook my head over that--could there be two men more different?--but left it, thinking of Roger Wakefield. Once you've chosen a man, don't try to change him, I wrote, with more confidence. It can't be done. More important--don't let him try to change you. He can't do it either, but men always try.

-Claire Fraser

[televisionpromos]

Outlander 7x04 "A Most Uncomfortable Woman" Promo - On the way to Scotland, Jamie is pulled back into the Revolutionary War. William is sent on a covert mission. Roger and Brianna struggle to adapt to life in the 1980s.

[theoutlanderevangelist]

3x05 “FREEDOM & WHISKY” | 001

More of my edits:

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[opheliapenning]

In these pages, I first understood what it meant to be another person. True empathy. Even if I was just a fledgling being constantly adapting, I could always dip my toes into the lives of others. It wasn’t imagination, as such, because I was there. These characters sunk their teeth somewhere inside my soul, and I was glad of it. No greater teacher existed. 

- Ophelia Penning

[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 4 EPISODE 05 || SAVAGES ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

“It’s good to be home again,” I said softly. “It is.” Jamie sighed and pulled me closer, my head tucked into the curve of his shoulder. “I did have the strangest dreams, sleeping in the cold.”

“You did?” I stretched, luxuriating in the soft yielding of the feather-stuffed mattress. “What did you dream about?” “All kinds of things.” He sounded a bit shy.

“I dreamt of Brianna, now and again.”

“Really?”

That was a little startling; I too had dreamt of Brianna in our icy shelter—something I seldom did.

“I did wonder …” Jamie hesitated for a moment. “Has she a birthmark, Sassenach? And if so, did ye tell me of it?”

“She does,” I said slowly, thinking. “I don’t think I ever told you about it, though; it isn’t visible most of the time, so it’s been years since I noticed it, myself. It’s a—” His hand tightening on my shoulder stopped me.

“It’s a wee brown mark, shaped like a diamond,” he said. “Just behind her left ear. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.” It was warm and cozy in bed, but a small coolness on the back of my neck made me shiver suddenly. “Did you see that in your dream?”

“I kissed her there,” he said softly.

21 NIGHT ON A SNOWY MOUNTAIN