#fergus claudel fraser

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Wednesday 100: His Father and Mine

this was written for the Beside the Seaside universe, but could just as easily be a canon-compliant or canon-divergent drabble as well 🥰

“Have ye thought of any middle names?”

Jamie’s voice was barely above a whisper, so as not to disturb the baby in Claire’s arms, introduced to them as Germain Fraser. Of course it was middle names — Claire couldn’t help the smile that came with the thought.

“Alexander Claudel,” Fergus said readily, softly. “Claudel for his father, and Alexander for mine.”

She looked up from the baby to see Jamie’s throat bob, his gaze turn glassy, and then she couldn’t see much else for the tears in her own eyes but felt his fingers lace through hers over Germain’s tiny frame.

[brian-in-finance]

Screenshot: Blacklanderz

S03E11 Uncharted • 26 November 2017 Official Script

Outlander Rewatch 2023 Countdown To Season 7

Favourite Word

What lass would lie wi' ye? Ye're like a tatterdemalion and smell of fartleberries. — Hayes

Screenshots: Outlander-Online

Favourite Line

His name is Fergus Claudel Fraser. — Jamie

Gifs: @moghraidhs

Favourite Image

Jamie hops out of the beached jolly boat (manned by Lesley, Hayes, Willoughby, Fergus, and Manzetti) and onto the shore where Claire launches into his arms. They hold each other. Both relieved, astounded and filled with joy to have found each other, yet again.

Gifs: @jamiedornaniseverything

Remember… Mac Dubh's wife turns up in the most unlikely of places, does she no? — Lesley

40th of 75 • Friday, 12 May 2023

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander Story) Timeline - 17th and 18th Centuries

Thought I would a timeline here as my timeline is a mix of my own stuff and the show/books. This will be getting updated as I go along. This is also for our own sanity to look back at. Advice is not to read if not up to date with current story as spoilers. Been split into two.

Masterlist

(19th and 20th Centuries)

23 December 1688 - James VII and II is deposed in the Glorious Revolution and is succeeded by his daughter Mary II as Queen of England, Scotland, and Ireland along with her husband and co-ruler King William III and II

March 1689 to February 1692 - First Jacobite rising

1691 - Brian Robert David Fraser is born (Lovat/Davina)

1695 - Ellen Catriona Sileas Mackenzie is born (Jacob/Anne)

8 March 1702 - Anne becomes Queen of England, Scotland, and Ireland then Queen of Great Britain and Ireland on 1 May 1707

1 August 1714 - Queen Anne I dies and is succeeded by George I, King of Great Britain and Ireland

September 1715 to February 1716 - Second Jacobite rising

1716 - Brian and Ellen marry and William Simon Murtagh Mackenzie Fraser is born (Brian/Ellen)

1719 - Janet (Jenny) Flora Arabella Fraser is born (Brian/Ellen)

5 June 1719 - Battle of Glen Shiel (third Jacobite attempt)

May 1720 - Ian Murray is born

1 May 1721 - James (Jamie) Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser is born (Brian/Ellen)

1726 - Laoghaire MacKenzie is born

1727 - King George I dies and his son succeeds him as George II, King of Great Britain and Ireland and Jamie’s brother William dies of smallpox

1729 - Lord John Grey is born and Ellen Fraser dies giving birth to Robert Brian Gordon Mackenzie Fraser (Brian/Ellen) who dies as well

1 May 1733 - Gillian Edgars/Geillis Duncan arrives through the stones from 1968

1735 - Fergus Claudel Fraser is born

1739 - Geneva Dunsany Ransom is born

October 1740 - Jamie is captured by Captain Jack Randall, Brian Fraser dies of a stroke and Jamie flees to France

1740 - Jenny marries Ian Murray

1741 - James (Young Jamie) Alexander Gordon Fraser Murray is born (Jenny/Ian)

May 1743 - Claire arrives through the stones at Craigh na Dun and meets Jamie who's returned to Scotland

June 1743 - Claire and Jamie get married

November 1743 - Margaret (Maggie) Ellen Fraser Murray is born (Jenny/Ian)

January 1744 - William Buccleigh Mackenzie is born (Dougal/Geillis)

February 1744 - Claire and Jamie leave for France

12 May 1744 - Brian Ian Fraser is born in Paris

August 1744 - Jamie returns from the Bastille

September 1744 - Arrive at Lallybroch

February 1745 - Katherine (Kitty) Mary Fraser Murray is born (Jenny/Ian)

July 1745 - Battles begin (fourth and final Jacobite rising)

17 September 1745 - The Jacobites take Edinburgh

September 1745 - Lord John and Brian meet

21 September 1745 - Jacobite victory at Prestonpans

December 1745 - The Jacobites take Derby few hundred miles from London then retreat north

17 January 1746 - Last Jacobite victory at Falkirk

March 1746 - Mary Hawkins marries Jack Randall

16 April 1746 - The Culloden near Inverness defeat and Brian almost 2 sent to future through the stones at Craigh na Dun with Claire (2 months pregnant) and appear mid April 1948

1748 - Michael and Janet Fraser Murray is born (Jenny/Ian)

December 1749 - Caitlin Fraser Murray is born and dies (Jenny/Ian)

1751 - Marsali Jane MacKimmie is born (Simon/Loaghaire)

15 November 1752 - Young Ian James Fitzgibbons Fraser Murray born (Jenny/Ian)

February 1753 - Fergus loses his hand to a British soldier

16 May 1753 - Jamie enters Ardsmuir Prison

1755 - Lizzie Wemyss is born (Joseph)

1756 - Josiah Beardsley and Keziah Beardsley are born

September 1756 - Jamie arrives at Helwater

9 January 1758 - William (Willie) Clarence Henry George Ransom is born (Geneva/Jamie) and Geneva Dunsany Ransom dies

1760 - Rachel Hunter is born

25 October 1760 - King George II dies and his grandson succeeds him as George III, King of Great Britain and Ireland

26 April 1764 - William Tryon becomes Governor of North Carolina

July 1764 - Jamie leaves Helwater

Early 1765 - Jamie marries Laoghaire but soon moves to Edinburgh

1766 - Rollo is born

November 1766 - Claire comes through stones at Craigh na Dun from 1968 leading to Jamie’s annulment to Laoghaire

Spring 1767 - Fergus and Marsali marry in Jamaica

September 1767 - Jamie and Claire settling on newly established Fraser's Ridge

December 1767 - Germain Alexander Claudel Mackenzie Fraser is born (Fergus/Marsali)

May 1769 - Brian and Ellen come through the stones at Craigh na Dun

June 1769 - Meet the Murray's

July 1769 - Brian and Ellen meet Lizzie Wemyss and travel to the US

September 1769 - Meet with Roger in US, Bonnet’s attack then find reunite with family

November 1769 - It’s revealed Ellen is pregnant and Roger is sold to the Mohawks

December 1769 - Move to River Run as Claire, Jamie and Ian look for Roger

5 March 1770 - Boston Massacre

March 1770 - Re-meet Lord John

April 1770 - Fergus and Marsali arrive at River Run on their way to Frasers’ Ridge

May 1770 - Claire and Jamie return (Ian has been adopted by Kanyen’kehaka) and Jeremiah (Jem or Jemmy) Alexander Ian Fraser MacKenzie is born (Ellen/Roger)

June 1770 - Roger returns to Fraser’s Ridge

September 1770 - Joan Laoghaire Claire Fraser is born (Fergus/Marsali) and Hillsborough Riot

October 1770 - The Gathering at Mount Helicon where Ellen and Roger marry, Lord John comes with news of Bonnet, Fiery Cross and Brian meets Brynmor

December 1770 - Building a Militia to hunt regulators (Beardsley's and Brownsville) then orders to dismantle then Lieutenant Knox’s death

March 1771 - Jocasta's wedding to Duncan Innes at River Run

May 1771 - Battle of Alamance - Murtagh’s death and Brian nearly dies by hanging

[renee-writer]

Single Chapter 30

AO3

At Kyle’s Christening, Claire and Jamie decide to re-Christen Brianna too. As well as officially welcoming their first son, into the family.

 

He explains what he wants to the good father, who is happy to oblige.

 

The children are dressed in their best clothes. Kyle in a Christening gown handed down through many generations.

 

The family gathering in the great room. Jenny and Ian ‘s twins are also to be Christened.

 

“Let us do the infants first.”

 

Murtagh stands as their Godfather. He holds Janet and Michael in his arms.

 

“Who presents these children to the church today?”

 

“I do with my wife.” Ian replies.

 

“You denounce Satan and all his influence, allowing them to join the church, renouncing their sins?”

 

“We do.”

 

“And what are the names of these children of God?”

 

“Michael Ian and Janet Arabella Murray.”

 

Murtagh hands Michael over to him.

 

“Michael Ian Murray, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and  the Holy Ghost.”

 

He does the same with Janet.

 

Murtagh hands the now crying babies over to their parents. He takes up Kyle.

 

“Who presents this child for baptism?”

 

“I and his mama do.” Jamie says with pride.

 

“You renounce Satan and all his influence, allowing him to join the church and renounce all his sins?”

 

“We do.”

 

“What is the name of this child of God?”

 

“Kyle Henry Fraser.”

 

The priest takes him up. “Kyle Henry Fraser, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.” The lad was asleep until the water hit his face. His eyes open and he frowns. With the next drop, his lips tremble, with the final, he lets out an offended scream.

 

All are relieved but Bree, who just sees her baby brother being bothered.

 

“What are you doing to Kyle?” She demands. Her hands are on her hips and her eyes flash. Jamie fights laughter as Claire cuddles her baby.

 

“It is alright. Father McGraw is just Christening him. Bringing him to God. We shall do the same with you and Fergus.”

 

She gives the priest a side eye. “Didn’t hurt Kyle or my cousins?”

 

“Not at all lass.”

 

“Alright.”

 

“Now who presents this wee spitfire for Baptism?”

 

“Her mama and I do.” He is still trying not to laugh.

 

“Wonderful. What is your name lass?”

 

“Brianna Ellen Fraser.” She still looks suspicious at him.

 

“Brianna Ellen Fraser,” he kneels down to her level, “Do you denounce Satan and all his influence and wish to join the church renouncing all your sins?” She looks to her mama and daddy, who are both nodding.

 

“Aye.”

 

“Brianna Ellen Fraser  I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.” He sprinkles the Holy water on her face.

 

Then he turns to Fergus.

 

He looks at his family. “Me, as well?”

 

“Aye mom mhac.”

 

“Who presents this lad for baptism?”

 

“We do.” Jamie declares.

 

“What is your name lad?”

 

Fergus gets flustered.

 

“Fergus.” He blurts out, forgetting the rest.

 

“Fergus Claudel Fraser.” Jamie adds.

 

“Very good,” to Fergus, “Fergus Claudel Fraser, do you denounce Satan and all his influence and do you wish to join the church, denouncing all your sins?”

 

“Ouí.” He stands straight and proud, his eyes full of tears. It isn’t just joining the church, it is knowing this makes him a Fraser in its eyes, now and forever.

 

“I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.”

 

The holy water mixes with his tears.

[heronpoxed]

Claire and Jamie with their first child...

But the writers seem to have forgotten that.

[timetravelingfanfics]

Just In Time

Written By: Tabitha (me)

Request: wasn’t requested .

Pairing: Fergus Fraser x Reader

Well, fuck.

Of course. Right when Fergus goes to help Jamie with something-

Damn him.

How was she to do this alone?

Well, she wasn’t alone but- she needed him there.

Hot sweat ran down her face and neck, damp hair covered her forehead, and nails digging into the hand of Brianna Fraser.

“Where is he?!” She panted, looking up at her friend worriedly.

“He’ll be here, don’t worry!”

She screamed out as she felt another pain in her abdomen, squeezing Bree’s hand tightly.

Claire Fraser walked in, and touched Y/n’s cheek, softly. “we have to start.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, “No! I-it can’t be!” She groaned out. “He needs to be here!”

“Y/n if we don’t deliver this baby now, there won’t be anything to be here for-“

Another groan. Y/n gave one last pleading look to Claire before letting her head fall back with a loud whine in defeat.

“I hate him. I hate him I hate him I hate-“

“You don’t hate him, breathe, Y/n” Bree wiped the hair from her forehead. “It’s gonna be oka-“

The loud door opening and footsteps running in interrupted the redheads sentence. A tall figure made its way next to the woman in labor and he blurted out bunches of apologies.

“And then Ian got lost so we had to-“ his words quieted down as his love put a hand on his cheek.

“You made it. That’s all that matters.” She croaked, giving him a light smile. Fergus smiled back, fondly. He placed his good hand softly on hers, looking down at her stomach, and back at her.

The moment was sweet. Too sweet for the baby’s liking.

Y/n let out a scream and Fergus knelt down to her, bringing her face in his chest. He shushed and consoled her, but his eyes wandered to Claire who had been preparing, she looked back at him and stared intently. Her quick nod was enough for him.

He gently pulled back to look into y/n’s eyes, “It’s time, mon amour.”

“I figured as much.”

“Milady, will take good care of you...and I’ll be here the whole time.”

“I know.” She looked up at him. “We’re gonna be parents.”

He laughed, softly, “We are.”

She hissed in pain and looked to Claire, “let’s get the show on the road.”

The birth went smoothly. Incredibly painful. But smoothly. Fergus was there the whole time, and Claire had been the best doctor. She felt safe.

And now, she watched as Fergus held his baby boy, rocking him to sleep. They both grew teary-eyed at the sight of their child.

Their child.

Fergus and Y/n’s.

Wow.

[let-the-dream-begin]

A Place to Belong: Chapter 13 Grave Robber

Chapter 12

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The crisp October air filled Claire’s lungs as she worked at her garden. Her little garden faery had been much too invested in her doll to join her outside this morning, which was probably for the best, seeing as it was perhaps the coldest day of the month so far. Fergus had left about half an hour ago to check his traps. Jenny was working beside her in the vegetable garden, and they were quietly chatting about this or that. Claire was vaguely aware of the dull ache in her lower back that would occasionally escalate to a sharp pinch, but she didn’t think much of it. Her entire body had been throbbing lately with one month to go in her pregnancy.

“Everything will freeze over soon, don’t you think?” Claire asked.

“Oh, aye,” Jenny said. “This’ll likely be the last of the turnips fer the year.”

Claire exhaled sharply through a particularly searing pain in her back, clutching it hastily. Jenny opened her mouth to say something in concern, when suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats started coming toward them, loud and urgent. Claire looked up from her work to see Fergus, flying on his horse faster than she’d ever seen him go. She watched him get closer, bewildered, not even knowing he could go that fast on horseback.

“Maman!” he called as he crossed beneath the archway. He stopped the horse and jumped off, breathless. “Redcoats, coming up the road.”

Jenny and Claire exchanged a panicked look.

“Ye must be hidden,” Jenny said, snatching Claire by the arm and pulling her inside. “Fergus, take a blanket from Kitty’s old cot and wrap potatoes in it.”

“Whatever for?” Claire asked, bewildered, as Fergus flew past them to do as he was told.

“I told them last time they were here that I was wi’ child.”

“You’re going to hold a bundle of potatoes and pretend it’s a baby?” Claire sputtered in disbelief as Jenny opened the priest hole.

“Dinna have a choice,” Jenny said. “I canna tell them I lost the child. If they come back after the bairn is born they’ll be suspicious.”

Fergus appeared with the lumpy bundle, and Jenny struggled frantically to arrange it well enough.

“Does it look like a bairn?” she said. Fergus and Claire exchanged a look.

“Perhaps another blanket, Milady,” Fergus said.

“Hurry!” Jenny cried. “Get inside now, Claire. Dinna make a sound.”

Claire descended the ladder and Jenny sealed up the hole above her. It was dark and damp. She could not see more than half a foot in front of her. She sat herself in the middle of the floor (struggling greatly due to the enormity of her size). “This would be easier if you really were a sack of potatoes,” Claire whispered wryly to her baby.

Fergus came back with another, thicker blanket. Jenny pulled him into the parlor, sat them both down on the sofa, and she wrapped the bundle in the new blanket. “That’s better, no?”

“Oui, Milady,”

“What’s happening, Mistress?” Mrs. Crook appeared.

“Redcoats coming. Keep the children in the nursery.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Mrs. Crook said dutifully, her voice slightly tinged with panic.

“Dinna say a word about yer mam or about Jamie. D’ye understand?” Jenny said firmly to Fergus.

“Yes, of course.”

“This is my bairn. If they ask about his size, he came early.”

“He?” Fergus said. “What if Maman has a girl? And they come back later and it has changed?”

“Oh, Father help us.” Jenny threw a look up. There was no time to contemplate, however, as the door burst open.

The sound of boots echoed through the house. Jenny began bouncing the little bundle, and she nudged Fergus. He took the hint and started cupping the “head,” smiling at it as if it were a real baby.

“Ah! There you are.”

Jenny and Fergus looked up from the bundle, Jenny still bouncing it, Fergus still caressing it. The same officer stood in the entrance to the parlor, flanked by the very same men that had burned their tartans and their books.

“Good morning to ye, officer,” Jenny said.

“I understand congratulations are in order?” He took a few steps into the room.

“Yes.” Jenny stood to prevent him from peering down into the blankets. She pressed the potatoes into her chest. “Born just five days ago.”

“What a joyful occasion.” His smile made her stomach turn. “Early, was it not?”

“Oh, aye, just a bit.” Jenny bounced decoy and smiled down at it. “Gave us quite a scare, did ye no’, mo chridhe?” She chose her words very carefully, deliberately not revealing a gender, her heart pounding in her ears.

“I dare say, it is quite a great deal quieter than it was during our last visit.” The officer gave a sweeping glance around the room. “Where is the rest of the household?”

“In the fields,” Jenny said. “Harvest season, ye ken.”

“Ah yes. The humble potato.”

Jenny’s heart leapt into her throat. Was he suspecting?

“Such a…hardy crop, is it not?”

“Indeed, sir.” Jenny bounced her own potatoes nervously.

The officer turned to his men. “Retrieve the man of the house.”

“Yes sir.”

“I’ll remain here with the bundle of joy.” He smiled again, slimy as ever.

Jenny’s breathing was becoming shallow. What did they want with Ian? How much longer would he believe that this still, lumpy bundle was anything more than a sack of potatoes? If he even believed it at all?”

“Care to have a seat?” Jenny said, gesturing with her head to one of the armchairs. “I could have the lad fetch ye a dram.”

The officer took the invitation to sit. “A drink would be fine.”

Fergus sprang up, but Jenny stopped him.

“Take the bairn to Mrs. Crook, will ye lad?” She carefully handed the bundle to Fergus. “Fetch the finest glass for our distinguished guest.” She turned to the officer with a smile. “And make sure Mrs. Crook holds the bairn close.” She gave Fergus a hard look, praying her meaning wasn’t lost on him: make sure Mrs. Crook holds the bairn close if they search the room so they willna see.

“Bairns need as much body heat as they can get when they come early,” she said, emphasizing as much as she could without raising the officer’s suspicions.

“Yes, Milady.” Fergus nodded deliberately.

He knows. Clever lad.

“Whatever is a French boy doing in your employ, Mistress Murray?” the officer said with a chuckle as Fergus went up the stairs.

“My husband employed him during a long stay in France and couldna bear to part wi’ him when it came time to leave. He’s like one of our own now. Very dear to us.”

“Charming.”

His dripping sarcasm was not lost on Jenny as she sat down on the sofa, smoothing her skirt uncomfortably.

“What can we help ye with today, Captain?”

“Where is the other woman?” he said suddenly, ignoring her question. “She was with you when you celebrated your being with child.” Jenny blanched for a moment. “Curly hair?”

“Oh, aye. She is my cousin,” Jenny said quickly. “She was visiting then, but she’s returned home since.”

“Cousin,” he said thoughtfully. “And would her home happen to be in England?”

“Beg pardon?” Jenny asked.

“Forgive me. Perhaps I was not clear.” He leaned forward in his seat. “This cousin of yours. Is she English?”

“Of course no’,” Jenny said, feigning confusion. “She’s my blood cousin, Scottish through and through.”

“I see.”

Fergus returned with the whisky and a glass. He poured it out and handed him the glass.

“Merci,” the officer said to him with deliberate condescension. Fergus’s eyes narrowed. He gave a mocking bow before joining Jenny on the sofa.

“You mean to tell me, Mistress Murray,” he continued after sipping the whisky. “That none in your family have ever…tainted your Scottish blood?”

Jenny could feel Fergus tense beside her, and it took everything in her not to tense up herself. “I’m afraid I dinna quite understand.”

“No one in your family married a sassenach, as you’d call it?” He took another sip of his whisky. “Your…brother, for example?”

Jenny swallowed thickly. “Oh, aye. A sassenach witch,” she said firmly. “Forgive me fer no’ saying it myself. He is a brother to me no longer. We dinna discuss traitors to the crown in this home.”

“A fine example, indeed.” He raised his glass to her before taking another sip. “I’m sure you know Red Jamie was killed in battle.” He raised an eyebrow from behind his glass.

Jenny’s heart stung, but she nodded curtly. “Makes no difference. He was dead to me the moment he joined that bloody cause.”

“Of course, of course,” he mused. “But his wife…this ‘sassenach witch’ as you say…do you know what’s become of her?”

“I always thought she was killed as well,” Jenny said dismissively, despite how saying it made her sick to her stomach. “Wished it, almost. Good riddance, ye ken.”

“Indeed,” he affirmed, nodding. “This uh…cousin of yours…no relation at all to the sassenach witch?”

“None at all,” Jenny said, feigning confusion once more. “She’s my blood cousin. No’ a drop of English blood.”

He opened his mouth to continue, but the back door opened and the stomping of boots started again, this time accompanied by the sound of wood dragging on the floor.

Ian’s leg.

Jenny’s throat went dry.

The officer put down the glass and stood. Jenny and Fergus stood as well. The three soldiers appeared, two of them each holding one of Ian’s arms, dragging him along.

“Ian Murray, sir,” one of the soldiers boomed. “Man of the house.”

“Ah, yes!” The officer beamed. “If it isn't the infamous Pegleg Grave Robber of Culloden Moor!”

——

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

Claire’s heart leapt into her throat. She’d been listening as intently as possible, unable to hear very clearly until now.

How on Earth did they track Ian here? And why on Earth did it take them so long to decide to reprimand him for something that happened months ago?

“I’m sure I don’t know what yer talking about — ”

Ian’s voice was cut off by the sound of a blow, to the stomach most likely, based on the noise he made. Claire heard Jenny gasp.

“We want nothing to do with that bloody moor! Nor any Jacobites that were on it!” she heard Jenny cry out.

“Not even your darling brother? Was it not his body you were looking for?”

“I dinna have a brother any longer! Please, we are loyal subjects to the crown.”

“I have the word of a fellow soldier that he shot a man with a pegleg on the moor about three months ago.”

“Surely there are others — ”

“Others specifically having lost the right leg?”

A blinding pain suddenly surged through Claire, causing her to cry out softly, involuntarily. She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth. The shouting above her hadn’t stopped, thank God; they hadn’t heard her.

She began breathing heavily in panic.

It’s too soon…it’s too soon…

Another wave of pain came, and she clamped down on her hand, her teeth digging painfully into her flesh.

It’s too soon! It’s too soon!

“If he is indeed innocent, surely you wouldn’t mind if we took him in for questioning.”

“But the harvest!” A new voice. A young boy.

Fergus, don't you say another damn word.

“Milord is needed in the fields to finish the harvest!”

“Do they teach you to talk back to your superiors in France, then?”

The crisp sound of a hand on soft flesh sounded.

Claire bit down on her hand again, this time to stop herself from crying out to her son. Then another wave came. She clamped her other hand over her mouth as well, this time moans were audible, even through her hands. She pinched her nose in attempt to stop this as well.

God, please…not again…it’s too soon…

“The graveyard,” Ian’s voice panted. “There’s a grave wi’ his name, but it’s empty.”

No.

“We did it to honor him wi’out his body. If ye must, ye may unearth the grave. Why would we bury an empty casket if I’d taken his body from the moor?”

“To my recollection, you were shot before you could retrieve a body. This empty grave proves nothing.”

“Ask the mason in the village, and the carpenter. The date the stone and the casket was made will pre-date the night this other pegleg was on the moor. I swear it.”

Claire was trying to breathe evenly and yet quietly as possible, but she was interrupted by another contraction.

No. It can��t be that. It’s too soon.

She bit down on her hand, drawing blood now.

But what else could it be?

“Very well. We will question the mason and the carpenter of Broch Mordha. Until then, you’ll be taken into custody.”

The sound of Ian’s wooden leg dragging on the floor started again, along with the clomping of boots. Claire was seeing stars now, and whatever vision she had in the dark hole was becoming hazy.

“Oh…and we’ll be back to inspect this empty grave.” Even through the floor and walls, Claire could hear the slime in his voice. “We must be sure everything…lines up.”

“Connard!”

“Fergus, don’t!” Jenny cried. Claire prayed she was holding him back. “Hold yer whisht, lad. It’ll be alright.”

“You are the grave robbers!” Fergus spat. “You will go to hell!”

“Silence that frog at once!” the Captain barked. “Or I will drag him away as well, child or not.”

Claire could picture him, yanking against Jenny’s strong grip like a bull ready to charge. And then blinding white pain surged through her again, and she squeezed her hand over her mouth, her nose. Air was blocked from any entrance into her body, her throat burned with the need to cry out, her chest begged for air.

She felt consciousness slipping away from her.

Perhaps that would be for the best…

——

Jenny watched from the porch as Ian disappeared in the cart, tears blurring her vision. She fiercely bit her lip as he vanished from her sight.

“I will kill them,” Fergus said bitterly.

“That’s enough,” Jenny said firmly. “If ye mouth off like that to them again ye may get Ian killed. No’ to mention yerself.”

Fergus sighed in frustration. “They will see Milord’s tartan when they return.”

“Aye. They will.”

“We must move it!”

“No, Fergus. They’ll know we’ve unearthed it ourselves and then they’ll know we’re hiding something.” Jenny sighed. “Best to let them find it and tell them we buried it before they came to take them away.”

“It is not fair!” Fergus exploded. “They take everything away!”

“I ken, lad…I ken.” Jenny wiped her eyes. “Best go check on yer mam.”

She put an arm around his shoulders and ushered him to the priest hole.

“Claire,” she called, opening it up. “D’ye need anything, sister?”

She didn’t answer.

“It is alright, Maman. They are gone for now.”

Still no answer.

“Claire?” Jenny descended the ladder, and her heart dropped. Even in the faint light she could see her limp form. “Claire!”

“What is wrong?”

“She’s fainted,” Jenny called up to him. “Claire?” Jenny gathered her into her arms. “Claire what’s happened?”

“What can I do?”

“A cold rag, she’s dripping wi’ sweat.”

Without another word, Fergus was off.

Claire uttered a pained groan, her eyes fluttering open.

“I’m here, sister.” Jenny clasped her hand. “Talk to me. Is it the bairn?”

“I’m…having contractions…” she panted, her eyes widening. “It’s too soon, Jenny…”

“I ken it is, but ye’ll be alright…” she assured her, despite the panic that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach.

“Here, Milady.” Fergus tossed the rag down the hole into Jenny’s hands.

“Fergus…?” Claire whimpered. “Is he alright?”

“He’s fine.” Jenny patted down Claire’s sweaty face. “Despite his being a damned fool, he’s just fine.”

Claire let out a short, breathy laugh. “How is…the potato baby?”

Jenny laughed at that. “Oh, he’s braw. Redcoats never knew any better.”

Claire smiled, breathing heavily.

“Is yer hand bleeding?” Jenny asked, bewildered.

“I bit down on it,” Claire said. “So I wouldn't scream.”

“Ye poor thing.” Jenny tutted in sympathy. “It’ll be alright now. When was the last one?”

“Before I fainted.”

Jenny nodded. “Let me take a look.”

She peered beneath Claire’s skirts, and Claire opened her legs to allow inspection.

“It doesna seem like anything has changed.”

“No bleeding?” Claire said desperately.

“None at all.”

“Thank God,” she breathed in relief.

“No more pains?” Jenny asked, looking up at Claire.

“No…not since you woke me.”

Jenny smiled with a relieved sigh. “False labor.”

Claire, too, gave an enormous sigh of relief. “Of course. Braxton Hicks contractions.”

Jenny cocked an eyebrow. “Is that what you fancy healers call it, then?”

Claire gave a soft chuckle. “I suppose you could say that.”

Jenny returned Claire’s skirts to their proper place.

“So…they took Ian?”

“Aye,” Jenny said distantly. “And they’ll be back to desecrate Jamie’s grave.”

Rage bubbled in Claire’s chest, tears of white hot anger gathered in her eyes.

“What more can they possibly take away from me?” Claire spat.

Jenny put a hand on her shoulder. “I ken, sister. It’ll turn my stomach to see them do it. Be grateful at least ye willna have to see it.”

“They’ll take his tartan,” Claire said flatly.

“Aye, they will.”

An angry sob left her lips and she pounded her fists into the stone floor. “Damn them! Bloody fucking bastards!”

“Aye, that they are,” Jenny said, tears spilling out of her own eyes. “It’s alright mo ghràidh…” She wrapped her arms around Claire’s shuddering frame. “They canna take him away from yer heart, ye ken?”

“I know…it’s just…”

“I ken, sister. I ken.”

“Maman, Milady! They are coming back!”

They pulled apart. “Will ye be alright?”

“Yes…I’m fine.” Claire sniffled and wiped her eyes. “As long as my little potato doesn’t cause any more trouble.” She caressed her stomach.

Jenny chuckled in spite of her anguish. “Alright. I’ll come back fer ye when they’ve gone again.”

Jenny climbed the ladder and sealed the priest hole up again. The Redcoats didn’t bother coming into the house this time, so Fergus and Jenny made their way to the graveyard. They watched from a distance as a small handful of Redcoats dug up the long undisturbed earth. Jenny kept her hands firmly on Fergus’s shoulders even as he struggled to break free, though she wondered if she’d be able to stop herself once they removed the casket itself.

Remove it they did, and they simply tossed the lid off and threw it aside. She could hear them laughing as they dumped the tartan out of the casket. Jenny’s blood boiled. Fergus jerked in her grip again, but she clamped down harder.

Even from the distance, Jenny could see the officer shake his head and light another match.

“No!” Fergus cried.

“It willna help, lad!” Jenny said firmly, wrapping her arms around him from behind now. “It willna help.”

The bastard deliberately looked at them, as far away as they were, as he dropped the match into the casket.

Jenny bit her lip as the casket and the tartan went up in flames. Claire’s words echoed over and over in her head:

“What more can they possibly take away from me?”

Fergus finally stopped fighting her, and he burst into tears in her arms. Jenny laid her cheek atop his curly head and wept silently into his hair.

Forgive me, a bhràthair…I tried to honor ye properly…I’m sorry…I tried…

[boyneriver-fraser]

How ‘bout that early release of Episode 1 The Fiery Cross? Spoilers, shmoilers. Pfft… what’s a 75-hour Tumblr embargo* when you’re accustomed to a 25-hour one?

After much whining, Season 5 finally arrived chez moi. What did I think?

Cold Open: Gave me chills, despite having seen it during promo. Murtz. In a kilt. Walking across a grassy field. Wind blowing through his hair. Reassuring a bereaved child. What’s not to love?

Theme Song: Missed (Mrs. Bear McCreary) Raya Yarbrough’s solo, but the choral version is already growing on me.

Opening Credits: Quietly thrilled to see Producer Caitriona Balfe, Producer Sam Heughan, and look forward to seeing their influence mid-season forward. (Remember, they received the new gigs after S5 production was well underway.)

Wedding Preparation: Beautiful dress with so many details to highlight the Scottish heritage the bride only recently discovered. So many sweet moments between Claire and Brianna and between Jamie and Brianna. “Je suis prest.” Da, your daughter’s a Fraser.

The (New) Wedding: The Frasers of the Ridge are here! (Chills 2) Loved the callback to S1E7 The Wedding — Jamie and Brianna’s walk through the doorway into the sunlight. Thought the juxtapositions were poignant — A reluctant bride in a dark church, hesitatingly saying her vows. A joyous bride in the great outdoors, eagerly saying hers. A small group of men, a tavern hostess, a prostitute, and no family-of-the-bride as guests. A huge gathering of friends and tenants of all genders and ages, and the bride’s parents, son, brother, sister-in-law, nephew, niece, great-aunt… and great-godfather, who managed to catch a glimpse from afar, as guests.

Fraser-MacKenzie Kids: Germain and Jemmy and Joanie, oh my! And Fergus and Marsali’s privately celebrating Félicité “in utero” was a lovely moment. (For anyone confused about number of the babies, Lizzie looked after Jemmy during the wedding ceremony, while Marsali held Joanie on her knee.)

“Some Shakespeare, anyone?”: Really, Lord John? 🤦🏻‍♀️

L is for the way you look at me: If you’ve never had someone pick up a guitar and sing a love song just for you… well, let’s just say Murtz wasn’t the first man to steal my heart. Rik Rankin truly has a lovely singing voice, and I will dearly miss Roger’s when… well… you know. Sigh.

Favourite Line: “I’ve got more on my mind than kissin’ and what have you, Mr. Fraser, Sir.” (Josiah Beardsley) What have you… 😂

Jocasta Cameron: Snob? Sly? Slut? All of the above?

Black Jack The Sequel: What is it with these corrupt redcoats? Governor Tryon annoys me more with each scene.

Hair Tics: I’m confident me ol’ pal @saint-hildegard-of-bingen​ is unable to count the number of times I’ve referred to myself as a heretic while talking to her, something I never did prior to reading the Outlander series, particularly The Fiery Cross. 😎

The Kilt: Oh, the kilt! (Chills 3) And the callback to S2E9 Je Suis Prest with the song Moch Sa Mhadainn. Powerful Scottish stuff.

Lighting Of The Cross: (Chills 4) I loved it and I’m not sorry. Highland chieftains set fire to a cross to call their men to arms. Period. Jamie lit his cross 90-something years before someone bastardized the long-held Scottish tradition.

Stand By My Hand: (Chills 5) So. Many. Feels. Loved the callback to S1E4 The Gathering. Isaiah Morton’s** realizing Roger didn’t quite get Jamie’s invitation, and teaching by doing, made me smile. Jamie’s being impressed Roger didn’t need to “Repeat what I say” made me smile more. Jamie’s looking to Brianna for confirmation before accepting Roger’s pledge made me tear up. Marsali’s pride at Fergus’s pledging his fealty — and at her not having to prompt Jamie to recognize Fergus’s worth — released those tears. The rest of the men’s lining up to more Moch Sa Mhadainn sealed the deal. Favourite scene, hands down.

Ghoistidh: Jamie’s knowing he’ll abandon Tryon eventually to fight alongside Washington, conflicting with Murtagh’s need to lead the Regulators and antagonize Tryon now, breaks my heart. And don’t get me started on Jamie’s releasing Murtz from his decades-old vow. 😭

Forewarning: If Murtz dies as a Regulator, and if Jamie is directly involved in his death, I will be inconsolable… about losing TV-Murtagh. Real Life Murtagh™ is safe, at home with me. 

Sadly Absent: Young Ian. I really missed Ian. And Rollo. (Which is more than I can say for Lizzie. She looked at Josiah Beardsley on the big house verandah the same way she looked at Young Ian on the Cape Fear boat.) Hurry home…

Reality Bites: Too clean? Too modern? Too fancy? Too funny. Three of the four main characters touched a rock and instantaneously travelled 200 years. One of them three stinkin’ times. Reality left the building at 37:41 of the first episode. (Well, Frank saw a ghost at 24:20, but who wants to talk about Frank?) Embrace the fiction…

Closing Credits: Reports of Ronald D. Moore’s executive-producer death have been greatly exaggerated. Like the author’s, we see his name in big, bold font immediately before and after the episode. **I recognized Isaiah Morton by John Quincy Myers’ “Come on, Morton, time waits for no man” during the drinking game (if you didn’t catch him there, Isaiah was the first man to pledge fealty to Jamie), but I can’t put faces to book-familiar names Murdina & Arch Bug, Margaret Chisholm, Duncan Innes, or Ronnie Sinclair. Could you? 🤔

Get your act together, Starz, and offer your app to the rest of the world. *On W Network in Canada I’m able to start watching Outlander 25 hours after Starz app users in the USA and Puerto Rico start watching it. Of course when you change your cable package without subscribing to W Network and discover your thinking it’s available for free preview in February is a mistake, 75 hours extends to 85 hours, minimum, what with having to wait till morning to call to subscribe. Blah blah blah. 🧀 🧀 🧀 to accompany the whine.

Note: If you choose to read my recap/review(s), and think, “Of course she’s all positive and happy about the show; she wouldn’t say shite if her mooth was full of it,” you’re sadly mistaken. Few things come more naturally to me than being negative and critical. I grew up in an environment where, if you have nothing nice to say, you make sure everyone can hear it. I wrestle with the ghost of that environment every time I open my mouth. I refuse to let it haunt my blog. #TV #Fiction #Fun

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Gifs: @mclintocks​ (1 & 2), @thewanderingace​ (3)

#Outlander #Personal #Review #TFC #S5E1 The Fiery Cross #Claire Fraser #Jamie Fraser #Brianna MacKenzie #Roger MacKenzie #Fergus Claudel Fraser #Marsali Fraser #Jocasta Cameron #Ulysses #Too Much Of Frank #Murcasta shmurcasta 🙄 #Slut #190 #021820

[simply-ellas-stuff]

Do Fergus and Marsali ever learn what Claire, Bree & Roger are??

[unswerving-dysfunctional-loyalty]

Excuse me, Jamie and Claire, you most certainly do have a grandchild- Fergus and Marsali’s babe is well on it’s way. That boy is your tall, weird, French son and I best not hear you saying you don’t have grandchildren again.

[constellationclarke]

Jamie: "Fraser. His name is Fergus Claudel Fraser"

Me:

[whenfrasermetbeauchamp]

“Name,” he said abruptly. “I have to have a name. Can’t get married without a name. Just like a cock. Can’t get married without a name; can’t get married without a c—”

“Marsali Jane MacKimmie Joyce!” Marsali spoke up loudly, drowning him out.

“Yes, yes,” he said hurriedly. “Of course it is. Marsali. Mar-sa-lee. Just so. Well, then, do you Mar-sa-lee take this man—even though he’s missing a hand and possibly other parts not visible—to be your lawful husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward, forsaking…” At this point he trailed off, his attention fixed on one of the sheep that had wandered into the light and was chewing industriously on a discarded stocking of striped wool.

“I do!”

Father Fogden blinked, brought back to attention. He made an unsuccessful attempt to stifle another belch, and transferred his bright blue gaze to Fergus.

“You have a name, too? And a cock?”

“Yes,” said Fergus, wisely choosing not to be more specific. “Fergus.”

The priest frowned slightly at this. “Fergus?” he said. “Fergus. Fergus. Yes, Fergus, got that. That’s all? No more name? Need more names, surely.”

“Fergus,” Fergus repeated, with a note of strain in his voice. Fergus was the only name he had ever had—bar his original French name of Claudel. Jamie had given him the name Fergus in Paris, when they had met, twenty years before. But naturally a brothel-born bastard would have no last name to give a wife.

“Fraser,” said a deep, sure voice beside me. Fergus and Marsali both glanced back in surprise, and Jamie nodded. His eyes met Fergus’s, and he smiled faintly.

“Fergus Claudel Fraser,” he said, slowly and clearly. One eyebrow lifted as he looked at Fergus.

Fergus himself looked transfixed. His mouth hung open, eyes wide black pools in the dim light. Then he nodded slightly, and a glow rose in his face, as though he contained a candle that had just been lit.

“Fraser,” he said to the priest. His voice was husky, and he cleared his throat. “Fergus Claudel Fraser.”

Father Fogden had his head tilted back, watching the sky, where a crescent of light floated over the trees, holding the black orb of the moon in its cup. He lowered his head to face Fergus, looking dreamy.

“Well, that’s good,” he said. “Isn’t it?”

— Voyager

Gif: @itsclairefraser, Season Three, Episode Eleven, November 26, 2017 (with Father Fogden)

Gifs: @jamieclaire, Season Three, Episode Eleven, November 26, 2017

Book: Voyager, Diana Gabaldon, 1994

Tumblr: October 26 2018, WhenFraserMetBeauchamp 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿❤️🇬🇧

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[brandeewine]

The proud papa-to-be! #fergusclaudelfraser #outlander #drumsofautumn #outlanderstarz #outlanderfanart #drawingeveryday #postitnoteart #pencil #390of365 #365daysofdrawing #cesardomboy

[legends-of-time]

The Strength of a High and Noble Hill (Outlander Story) Timeline - Fraser Descendants

A/N: Is this needed? Maybe, maybe not but I find this kind of thing satisfying to look at.

Spoilers!!!!

Masterlist

Up to May 1771

Brian Robert David Fraser (b. 1691 - d. October 1740) m. Ellen Catriona Sileas Mackenzie (b. 1695 - d. 1729) on 1716

Their children:

William Simon Murtagh Mackenzie Fraser (b. 1716 - d. 1727)

Janet (Jenny) Flora Arabella Mackenzie Fraser (b. 1719 - ) m. Ian Alastair Robert MacLeod Murray (b. May 1720 - ) on 1740

(1) James (Young Jamie) Alexander Gordon Fraser Murray (b. 1741 - ) m. Joan

Henry Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Matthew Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Caroline Murray (b. before 1766 - )

Benjamin Murray (b. 1766 - )

(2) Margaret (Maggie) Ellen Fraser Murray (b. November 1743 - ) m. Paul Lyle

Angus Walter Edwin Murray Lyle (b. before 1766 - )

Unnamed child (b. before 1766 - )

Anthony Brian Montgomery Lyle (b. between 1767 to 1770 - )

(3) Katherine (Kitty) Mary Fraser Murray (b. February 1745 - )  m. George (Geordie) Silvers

Josephine Silvers (b. before 1766 - )

Abigail Silvers (b. before 1766 - )

(4) Michael Fraser Murray (b. 1748 - ) m. Lilliane (Lillie)

Unborn child (1766/67)

(5) Janet Fraser Murray (b. 1748 - )

(6) Caitlin Fraser Murray (b&d. December 1749)

(7) Ian (Young Ian) James Fitzgibbons Fraser Murray (b. 15 November 1752 - )

James (Jamie) Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser (b. 1 May 1721 - ) m1. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp (b. 20 October 1918 - ) on November 1743; m2. Laoghaire MacKenzie MacKimmie (b. 1726 - ) on 1765 to ann. 1766

(1) Fergus Claudel Fraser (b. 1735 - ) m. Marsali Jane MacKimmie (b. 1751 - ) on Spring 1767

Germain Alexander Claudel Mackenzie Fraser (b. December 1767 - )

Joan Laoghaire Claire Fraser (b. September 1770 - )

(2) Brian Ian Randall Fraser (b. 12 May 1744 / 1946  - )

(3) Ellen Julia Randall Fraser (b. 23 November 1948 / 1746 - ) m. Roger Jeremiah Wakefield MacKenzie (b. 1941 - ) on October 1770

Jeremiah (Jem or Jemmy) Alexander Ian Fraser MacKenzie (b. May 1770 - )

(4) William (Willie) Clarence Henry George Ransom (illegitimate son by Geneva Dunsany Ransom (b. 1739 - d. 9 January 1758)); (b. 9 January 1758 - )

Robert Brian Gordon Mackenzie Fraser (b&d. 1729)

[renee-writer]

Single Chapter 29

AO3

“Baby brother!” Bree is excited to meet Kyle. Jamie gently placed her on the bed.

 

“Now don’t jostle mama and the baby.”

 

Fergus stands by him, looking at the baby with a smile.

 

“Fergus, see baby?” His baby sister insists.

 

“He is handsome mílady. Congratulations mílord.”

 

“Our brother. Bree hold.”

 

“You must sit very still by mama.” She nods hugely. Claire carefully placed the baby in her arms. Jamie and Fergus step closer.

 

“Bree baby.” She announces.

 

“Brianna, Fergus, meet Kyle Henry Fraser.” Jamie proudly says.

 

“Fergus hold.” Bree tries to hand the baby over. Claire takes him.

 

“You mustn’t just thrust him out so. Kyle is very wee.” Jamie says.

 

“Sorry daddy.”

 

“Fergus, would you like to hold him?”

 

“Thank you mílady,” He gently takes the baby up in his arms. “Bonjour Kyle. I am Fergus. What a blessing you are. The first son.”

 

Claire and Jamie share a look.

 

“Fergus, he isn’t our first son. You are.” Jamie says.

 

Fergus looks up from the baby. “ Mílord?”

 

“You are Fergus Claudel Fraser, our first son. Kyle is our first born, but you are our first.”

 

The lad’s lips tremble as tears start to fall. Jamie takes Kyle and hands him back to his mama before drawing the lad into his arms. He weeps unashamedly. Watching them, his mama does the same. Bree looks between them before shrugging and resting against her mama, studying the baby, who closes his eyes in sleep.

[heronpoxed]

I just realized that every single member of the Fraser family, including Fergus, was raped. And don’t forget that Fergus was just a kid when it happened.

Let that sink in.