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troublemaker203 · 1 year ago

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Murtagh Fitzgibbons x Fem! Reader - Arranged Marriage Pt. 3

Word Count: 1854

Summary: After your father had been killed and your brother had been taken by the Redcoats, you were left behind. A group of highlanders come across your ravaged house and decide to take you with them to Castle Leoch. Since you have lost the protection from your father and brother, it is decided that you should be married, in order to keep you protected from the Redcoats.

Warnings: None

Part 2

As soon as the door of Colum's office closed behind you, you panicked. Should you try to escape? No. No, that wasn't a good plan. You would get caught and likely get thrown into the dungeons. So you would get married. Would you, though? This could not be real, right? Absentmindedly, you started to wander through the castle thinking about how you would handle this situation. Did you want to marry either of those men? Who would be worse? Dougal had made it known that he found you quite... pleasant. But did you find him pleasant, too? Not in the least. And Murtagh was a grumpy man; how could you ever find a way to live with such a person? Because you were so caught up in your own thoughts you hadn’t noticed that you had walked outside and were now strolling through the gardens. A voice made you snap out of it. “Hello, Y/N,” Claire said, “I am surprised to see you here.” “Yes, well, I just came from…” you motioned towards the castle and Claire nodded. “Yes, I wondered when they would break the news to you. Have they… Do you know who you are going to marry?” “No. Colum said he will announce it tonight,” you looked down at your feet, “during a great feast, for all to hear.” When you looked back up at Claire, your eyes had welled up. “Hey,” she stepped towards you and put her warm hand on your arm, “I was once in your position, and, yes, I was scared, too, but now I can’t imagine a life without Jamie. Any man would be lucky to have you and I am sure that you will be treated with love and respect.” “But I don’t want to marry either of them,” you whispered, afraid to cry. “Of whom?” “Dougal or Murtagh.” “Oh.” Claire paused for a moment. “Dougal might be a little bit much in the beginning, but he is a strong man and he will protect you with his life, so you will always be safe when you’re with him.” “And Murtagh?” “Murtagh is… well, I think he will be the most loving husband you will ever meet.” “But he does not look friendly at all.” Claire laughed. “I know, but, trust me, he has a heart of gold. Don’t let his surly expression fool you, my dear.” You nodded. “Do you want to help me sort the herbs in my practice? It will help you get your mind off things. Maybe you could help me more often? I could really use some help with all of the patients; I do hope you’re not scared of blood?” You shook your head. “No,” you smiled at Claire, “and I would love to help, thank you.”

You had never been in Claire’s practice before and your eyes widened when you walked down the stairs, into the big room. There were hundreds of jars filled with herbs of which you had never heard the name. “I don’t know how good I am at any of this.” Claire smiled lovingly at you. “Don’t worry, I will teach you everything you need to know, it won’t be that hard.” She handed you some jars after she had set down her basket with herbs and started explaining the various uses and how to prepare them. It took you two the whole afternoon to organize everything and you even helped Claire with a patient: one of the young boys at the castle had hurt himself on the fire in the kitchen and Claire had showed you how to dress his wounds. It was a very educational afternoon and you were relieved that it had taken your mind off things. After a while, mistress Fitzgibbons came down the stairs to fetch you. “Hello, my dear, I came to fetch ye to get ye ready for the evening.” You looked at Claire who gave you an encouraging look. You followed mistress Fitzgibbons to your room where, unbeknownst to you, a beautiful dress was waiting for you. The fabric was sprawled out on your bed and it looked very expensive. You looked questioningly at mistress Fitzgibbons. “It’s a special dress, for a special occasion,” she winked at you, but you couldn’t feel happy about this so-called ‘special’ occasion. You felt like there were rocks in your stomach and you thought about how you could escape, but Claire had already explained that escaping would be impossible, since there were guards everywhere. “Trust me,” she had said, “I have tried.” Mistress Fitz had set you down on a chair in front of the mirror and started brushing your hair. You looked at her in the mirror and she looked at you, giving you a warm smile; she could probably see the fear in your eyes and she wanted you to feel safe. You smiled back at her, but your eyes did not smile. “Dinna fash, lass, you will be in good hands.” You wanted to believe her, but the truth was that you did not know any of those men and now you were expected to marry and, eventually – and sooner than later – share the bed with one of them. You knew that the consummation of a marriage was very important and none of these people would rest before they were sure that it had happened. You could already see them sitting, drinking downstairs, waiting for the moment that you and your husband – whoever that may be – went to bed. You had been sitting in silence for a moment and Mistress Fitz was almost done with your hair. "Do you know when the wedding will be taking place?" you asked, hopeful that she would be able to have an answer to one of your many questions. "Not exactly, but I expect it will happen tomorrow, or the day after." "And..." you hardly dared to ask the question, "do you know to whom...?" The old lady shook her head. "No, I am sorry, dear, but you should not worry too much. These men may bark, but they don't bite, I can tell you that much." You smiled at her, glad for her attempts to put your mind at ease. After she had put the last hand to your hair, she put her hands on your shoulders. "There, such a pretty lass." You looked at yourself in the mirror and she was right, you did look very pretty. "Up you get, let's get you in that dress." You stood up and started to undress yourself with the help of Mistress Fitz. You stepped into the beautiful green dress and the fabric had not only looked expensive, it felt really expensive, too. It was of the loveliest colour green and it suited you very well. You were laced up and as you glanced at yourself in the mirror, you could not believe that the woman staring back at you was really you. Mistress Fitz put a string of pearls around your neck to really finish the look. She handed you a pair of shoes and you knew that this was the last step before you had to go downstairs. Your heart was beating aggressively in your chest and you were afraid that it would jump out.

By the time your shoes were put on by Mistress Fitz, you felt really lightheaded and you grabbed the woman’s arm to steady yourself. “Come on, lass, I willna let ye go. Let us head downstairs.” You nodded, unable to speak, and the two of you started making your way to the great hall.

Once in the hall, you could see that it was greatly decorated and the long tables were filled with enormous amounts of food; it certainly looked like a special occasion. “Now, my dear, I am going to have to let ye go now, since you will be seated at the table in the front.” Still not able to speak you nodded that you had understood what she had said. She carefully let go of your arm, testing to see if your own legs could carry you. Fortunately, your legs had gotten their strength back; at least, enough to carry yourself towards your seat. Colum stood up as you approached the table. “Ah, there she is! Have a seat, Y/N.” “Thank you,” you said, sitting down next to him. Colum started to speak to everyone who was seated in the hall. “Welcome to this special evening, everyone. We are all here to celebrate the marriage that will take place tomorrow. A marriage between this lovely lady here,” he motioned towards you, “and the man who is waiting to reveal himself as her future husband.” You scanned the room. The chair on the other side of Colum was still empty. There was no sight of Dougal; was he to be your husband? You looked for Murtagh but he was not present either. They were both probably waiting outside the hall, and one of them would walk in when Colum would ask for your husband to reveal himself. “So, we have come to the point where it is only fair to this lady to know who her husband will be.” Here we go. “May I ask for the husband-to-be of Y/N to step into the hall?” Everyone had gone quiet and you could hear footsteps approaching. You closed your eyes, not daring to look at who it would be. The footsteps got closer until they stopped. “It will be hard to see who I am when ye’ve got yer eyes closed, lass,” someone said. You did not recognize the voice to be Dougal’s and when you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the friendly, brown eyes of Murtagh. Were you relieved? Murtagh took your hand and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles, followed by a small wink; so small that you were sure only you could see it. Were those small butterflies in your stomach? You could feel your cheeks starting to get red and you quickly looked down. “It is an honour to marry ye, Y/N.” You looked up and smiled at him, not sure what to say. Murtagh had let go of your hand and made his way to his seat. You noticed that Dougal had made his way into the hall as well and a slight hint of jealousy could be detected on his face, though you were unsure why. “A toast,” Colum started, raising his glass and you and everyone else followed him, “to the bride and groom to be.” Everyone raised their glasses higher and took a sip. You took a big sip of the strong – stronger than you expected – wine. “As I mentioned, the wedding will take place tomorrow and I promise that it will be an even bigger feast than tonight and you’re all invited!” This announcement was followed by a lot of people shouting and raising their glasses. You looked at Murtagh and even he was smiling slightly. You would be married to this man tomorrow…

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hiswhiteknight · 4 years ago

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Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 9

Summary: Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 1900

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start, obviously fighting and such

You heard Jamie’s word after he left, ‘You should go up and spend some time with the clan, it might be worth learning a bit more.’ He wasn’t wrong, though it was hard for you to admit it. You took a deep sigh, fixed your hair, and went back up the stairs. You found Mrs. Fitz, who passed you a drink. “Lovely you joined us again Y/N. Everything prepped for the hunt?”

“Sure is, Mrs. Fitz, sure is, which means I can drink and be merry,” you watched as the line started to dwindle down as the men took their oaths to Colum. “Anything happen after the oath taking, like that musician, will he be playing today. Love that guy,” you smile down at her.

She looked at you bemused and shook her head, “No, he won’t be playing this evening. There will be dancing later, I’m sure quite a few men would be interested in dancing with you.”

You shook your head at her, “You are not a match maker Mrs. Fitz. I would not dare to go out on that floor. I would insult the good Mackenzie clan with my lack of grace.” A man tripped over his feet in front of you and stumbled on to find his friends.

“Grace is nothing you need to worry about here dear,” she grinned at you. “Not too difficult to figure out, I’ll have Laoghaire show you later,” she tapped you. Laoghaire stood next to her, giving you a strange look, you were sure you didn’t warrant. Suddenly the room grew quiet and you looked up towards the entrance of the hall. Jamie was weaving through the crowd slowly. He had changed and making his way towards the oath taking line. And every eye was on him, except when you turned to observe everyone’s reaction Murtagh was looking at you. You gripped Mrs. Fitz’s arm and pushed towards Murtagh, there was no way you were taking credit for this.

When you made yourself up to him, he was towards the back of the room with his hand gripping the top of his sword, “Why do I have a feeling this involves you?”

“I didn’t do it,” you whispered harshly to him, sounding like a child defending their lack of innocence. He tipped his head over not believing you for a second, “I didn’t do it on purpose, and he told me he could get back just fine.”

“You don’t understand what you just did to him. You signed his death sentence,” he pulled you back further. Murtagh caught you up in the severity of Jamie’s predicament. With every word, you grew more worrisome and filled with guilt. The thought of not having Jamie to rely on as a friend tousled around in your head. You tried to find a way to free Jamie from this situation and the only thought you could manage was start a fire or faint and you didn’t believe either of those situations would help him out of this.

It was Jamie’s turn next and you didn’t acknowledge that you started to hold your breath. Suddenly without reason or thought, you grabbed Murtagh’s forearm. And without much thought, Jamie diplomatically got himself out of the situation looking like a leader. You cursed under your breath, before dusting off the front of your dress, “And you were worried Murtagh. See Jamie came out looking like a,” you paused not being able to come up with a metaphor that would make sense in the 18th century, “I don’t know. He is just fine. Now you can’t be mad at me.”

Murtagh rolled his eyes as Jamie walked up to him, “Couldn’t stay away from trouble, aye?”

Jamie looked towards you, his face grew a knowing smile I didn’t quite understand, “Sometimes trouble finds me than I’m like a moth to flame. Y/N, I see you decided to join the gathering again.”

“You made it sound so exciting and here you were not wrong. Though it doesn’t bode well that you got caught. And now Murtagh here is blaming me for your lack of discretion,” you use your thumb to point back at Murtagh, “And I was starting to win him over.”

Scratching the back of his neck, leaning in to whisper, “Not everyone can be sneaky as you and not get caught.”

“Tis right there sir,” you shoot back at him.

Hearing a big sigh come from his partner in crime, Murtagh gave Jamie an eye roll and pulled him out of the hall, “You’ve had enough of trouble this evening, let’s go.”

“Enjoy your evening, Y/N.”

You shook your head, biting back a snarky comment. You could throttle the man for making everything seem so suave and charming. As Jamie and Murtagh rounded the hall entrance, the phrase you repeated to yourself, ‘your charm doesn’t work on me Jamie.’ It was slowly hitting you that, that mantra might not be as strong as you needed it to be. You looked around, feeling someone starring at you and caught eye contact with Laoghaire. And suddenly she was storming out of your eyesight. The dancing had started and you watched the mesmerizing dance of the culture. Everyone’s laughter put you at ease for a moment. Then suddenly, you were in your head missing your home and brother. You weren’t meant to be here, everything you are is fake or reserved. You couldn’t live like this and the bought of hopelessness took over your soul. In this moment, something inside you became a little toxic.

The next morning, you were up early for the hunt. The way the night ended with the uneasiness sat on your chests as you dressed for the day. This wasn’t your place, this wasn’t your job, and it started to bother you how different the times are. You would never be respected as a woman, an unmarried woman. You tossed your hair in two French braids, per usual fashion when having a busy day. You dropped your hair piece under the bed and you ducked down to grab it to suddenly find a strange bundle. You finished with your hair and brought the bundle down to the kitchen.

You grabbed some bread and sat the bundle on the table, “Dear what are you bringing that into this kitchen,” Mrs. Fitz yelled catching you off guard and causing you to stumble backwards.

“I,” you paused to comprehend the situation, “I, I found it in my room, under my bed and I was going to ask it was some weird potpourri thing. What is it?”

“It’s an ill-wish, a witch’s making,” she tossed it into the fire.

“An ill-wish, what?”

“Someone be wishing to bring you harm dear, what have you gotten into,” she put both her hands on your face, “Try staying out of trouble, someone has an eye to hurt you.”

“I didn’t do anything, literally I have been making myself small at possible Mrs. Fitz,” your voice started to raise. You have done everything in your power to win people over, treat people with kindness, not start a stir when you found injustice to your gender and status. You didn’t believe in witchcraft, though it should cause you to question since you are living the 18th century, which is something you would never believe in.

“All due respect, Mrs. Fitz, but someone is going to get their ass beat hard,” you shot catching everyone’s attention.

“Lass, mind your tongue. That is not the language a lady speaks,” Mrs. Fitz tried to sooth you.

You pull away from her, “No,” you start to gather your things feeling the heat of this betrayal crumble the wall you built around your true self to keep you protected from these people. Every comment, action, and lie you’ve told to keep yourself from being killed, shunned, raped, or imprisoned is bubbling out of your pours. You have reached you limit, “I am not a lady Mrs. Fitz. I do not belong here. I wear pants damn it, I swear, and I could probably kick the ass of half the men here,” you paused, “At the same time,” you paused again, “Maybe not, but I sure would die trying. I do not belong here. Look at how everyone looks at me, treats me, I’m the enemy because I’m different. I’m not part of the clans, I’m an imposter. And rather than whisper about their hatred, someone wants to cause me actual pain with this bullshit. Fuck that. I’m sorry Mrs. Fitz and pardon me, but fuck that.” Your packs were hanging from my shoulder, “Let this spread around the village, anyone that can guarantee me the name of the person who put this under my bed gets all the money I have earned over the time I’ve been here.”

“Y/N,” Mrs. Fitz called after you. She clearly was not offended by your lewdness, but more she was concerned about what you were about to cause with your burst of feelings of revenge and anger.

You stomped up to Angus, “Where the necklace man, I didn’t escape or leave, now give the piece back?”

“Don’t speak to me like that lassie,” he started to feel around his body for the necklace you gave him the night before. With every pat, your already boiling anger grew. That was the only piece from your family you owned. “Might of lost-,” he started to say.

With the beginning of his sentence, you went for your dagger lying on your waistband. Before you could pull it out, Rupert pushed your hand down holding the handle down, “Settle down Y/N, Angus gave me the necklace to watch over. He noted he would lose it.” He pushed the charm in your hand, “If that would have came out, Angus would have gutted you. Does the hunt have you on edge lass?”

“Stupidity has me on edge Rupert and it’s not much of your business,” you stormed away to find your horse. Something had changed in you and you weren’t sure what to do about it.

You struggled to get on your horse, when someone came up and offered you an extra push. Jamie stood in front of you and your horse, “Mrs. Fitz asked me to check on you. She shared you were upset and threatening people. I heard you tried to pull a knife on Angus, what has gotten into you woman.”

This time you didn’t make eye contact with Jamie, “Mind your business Mister MacTavish. If I want to fight or punish someone for their actions against me, then I’ll see fit to do it. Now get out of my way, there is a boar to chase down and murdered.”

Jamie didn’t move, keeping your horse in place, “You going to get yourself killed and as your friend, that does in fact concern me. You shouldn’t be going on the hunt like this.”

You pushed forward with the horse causing Jamie to back up quickly, “I’ve seen Old Yeller, I get the dangers that come from a boar. Right now, you should be worried about the clansmen Mackenzie. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you started to move towards the field.

You were fully aware he would not get the reference from the 21st century, but you did not care. The thought of taking the horse and charging out of the village to the stones drifted to your mind. But you still cared to get back to your brother at the moment and that meant you had to have a chance to survive, “Y/N,” Jamie yelled after you.

“Leave me alone, Mister MacTavish, I have business to attend to,” you shouted back.

Part 10

Taglist: @doctorwhatwhenandwhere @damnedandbroken @blushingpogue @blancastans @slytherinambitious @kinky-asher @lovesanimals @bilesxbilinskixlahey

#Outlander #fanfiction #outlander fanfiction #outlander imagine #Jamie Fraser #jamie fraser imagine #jamie fraser imagines #jamie fraser x reader #jamie frazier x reader

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cas-kingdom · 4 years ago

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All My Tears by Ane Brun with Jamie from Outlander please x x

All My Tears

Summary: In France with your sister and Jamie, you can’t help but feel homesick.

Another sob wracked your body as you sat on the edge of the inn’s bed and put your head in your hands, already feeling the tears soak your palms. Why was it so hard? You’d gone months without feeling an ounce of homesickness, and now suddenly, in France, it was smacking you repeatedly in the face like a damn baseball!

You didn’t lift your head when the door opened.

“Y/N? Yer sister and I are heading to town for food. Are ye com- Y/N?” The soft Scottish voice you knew to be Jamie’s stopped mid-sentence as he apparently noticed your position. You heard the door close gently a moment later and the bed next to you dip as he supposedly came to sit next to you.

“Why the tears, bean bheag?”

Not removing your head from your hands, you took in yet another shaky breath. “I miss home!” you cried out.

Jamie’s eyebrows pinched together in slight confusion. “Scotland?” he asked. “We’ve only been in France-” You lifted your head and gave him a look. His expression swiftly changed to one of realisation. “Ah,” he said. “Ye miss-”

“Nineteen-bloody-forty-nine, yes!” And you sobbed yet again, squeezing your eyes shut and feeling the tears leak out from under them. In all honesty, you weren’t sure why it was suddenly hitting you. You loved the seventeen hundreds. And, really, you hadn’t left as much behind as Claire had. Perhaps it was just the little things. The radio in the morning. Your old dog waiting for you at home. Goddamn pizza.

Jamie placed an arm around your shoulders and drew you close to him. “Hey, now,” he soothed, rubbing your arm. “I often got homesick, too, ye ken, in my years away from Lallybroch.”

Your head against his shoulder, you rubbed at your red eyes. “How did you alleviate it?”

He shrugged and turned his head upwards a little, obviously thinking to himself. “Well, I just thought of home. Knowing... knowing I was going to be back soon was enough to keep me going.”

At his words, your face scrunched up yet again and a fresh wave of tears rose to your eyes, flooding down your cheeks. Jamie realised what he’d said and hissed slightly in apology. “I’m sorry,” he said, tugging you even closer, “I s’pose that may not work for ye. I’m no’ helping much, am I?”

You released a watery laugh, wiping the tears from your face. “Not really, no.”

“Sorry,” he said again.

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault.”

“No. See, I dinna have much experience with... time travellers.”

“Neither do I,” you told him with a smile, sniffling yet again. “It’s harder than I perhaps thought it might be.”

He nodded in understanding. “Should we go see yer sister?” he asked, craning his head a little to peer at you. “She always has the right words.” He gained a faint smirk and leaned forward a little, lowering his voice. “Also, I dread to think what Murtagh would say should he see ye. He’s got a bit of a soft spot for ye, ye ken.”

That made you giggle a little, clearly Jamie’s intention, and he pat your upper arm with a victorious grin, standing to his feet and offering you his hand to pull you up.

You supposed, after a while, you’d learn to see that home wasn’t a radio, dog and pizza, but the people you loved and cared for.

Jamie would soon be your home.

Outlander Masterpost

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bonniebird · 5 years ago

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Murtagh x Reader

requested by @alwaysadreamingoptimist

You shivered as you sat by the fire. Eragon and Murtagh had left to go to town for supplies. Arya wasn’t well and you hopped they’d be back soon. They had magic that could help her but you didn't.

“(Y/N)!” Murtagh said quietly as they returned. He smiled and set the bundles on his back down, picking on out to carry it for you.

“You were both fairly quick.” You said and smiled when he chuckled.

“Well we almost got recognised so we left as quickly as we could.” He explained as he handed you the bundle.

“I managed to get you that Yule gift I promised, back when it was the Yule celebration.” He smiled a little before sighing, thinking about the times when you both went town to town unnoticed. Before finding Eragon.

Unwrapping the bundle you found a set of new winter boots and a winter travel cloak. “Murtagh!” You gasped, recalling the gift you’d given him. A few new arrows and a new strap for his quiver. It didn’t seem to match up. “The price limit was 20 gold!”

“Well I figured the rule would change. Given how we are now on the run from the empire and winter is upon us.” He smiled, wrapping the cloak around you.

“Thank you Murtagh.” You said grateful. He gently kissed your cheek before turning his attention to the fire Saphira had started before flying off to watch out for any soldiers.

#Murtagh Morzansson #murtagh morzansson x reader #bonniebird #bonniebirddoeschristmas #eragon

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bisexual-in-every-gender · 4 years ago

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Book survey

A - Author you’ve read the most books from - Cassandra Clare by far. I’ve read EVERYTHING she ever wrote about the Shadowhunters!

B - Best sequel ever - Not a fan of sequels. I like stand-alones. But probably Inkblood by Cornelia Funke

C - Currently reading - Redefining Realness by Janet Mock (with the wifey), The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

D - Drink of choice while reading - coffee. Nothing better than a hot mug of coffee and books to read.

E - E-reader or physical book - Physical. Although the convenience of e-books and the availability of books is amazing, nothing compares to the feeling I get when I just sit down and flip the pages of a physical book ---> I agree with this wholeheartedly.

F - Fictional character you would have/would date - To be honest, I know he’s gay for men only but I really like Tiny from Will Grayson Will Grayson. Simon from the Mortal Instruments, too. Dustfinger from the ink-Trilogy I like, too. Also, for years I had a crush on both Murtagh and Nasuada from the Inheritance Cycle series.

G - Glad you gave this book a chance - Only we know by Karen Perry. I had never heard of it and was not immensely keen but ended up really liking it! And Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult ended up being one of my all-time favourites when I literally just bought it in Spain out of sheer boredom!

H - Hidden gem book - Definitely Will Grayson Will Grayson by John Green. It too often is overshadowed by his more well-known work but it’s very heartwarming and a good laugh.

I - Important moment in your reading life - When I finished the Mortal Instruments series, a part of my heart died.

J - Just finished - Girl Woman Other by Bernardine Evaristo.

K - Kind of books you won’t read - I don’t read a lot of non-fiction unless the topic really interests me. And although I love horrors and thrillers as movie genres, they don’t work as well for me in book form.

L - Longest book you’ve read - Oooof, should I count pages now? I think it was The Physician by Noah Gordon

M - Major book hangover because of - The Mortal Instruments. Still. After all these years. And The Never-Ending Story by Michael Ende.

N - Number of bookcases you own - None, lol

O - One book you’ve read multiple times - Only one??? I re-read all of my books at least once in my life but The Never-Ending Story I read religiously every single year.

P - Preferred place to read - My bed or the couch

Q - Quote that inspired you/gave you all the feels - As pathetic as that sounds, I really can’t come up with one straight away.

R - Reading regret - “The Argonauts” by Maggie Nelson. Lots of fancy pretentious words with nothing behind them.

S - Series you’ve started and need to finish - The Mortal Engines series by Philip Reeve

T - Three of your all-time favorite books - City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare, The Never-Ending Story by Michael Ende, Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult

U - Unapologetic fangirl for - The Mortal Instruments series. Shoot me.

V - Very excited for this release - Transition by Munroe Bergdorf. Also, “the book of two ways” by Jodi Picoult

W - Worst bookish habits - I start several books at once and always end up abandoning one after a while.

X - X marks the spot! Start at the top left of your bookshelf and pick your 27th book - uh, I’m not at home at the moment and also, I own more than one bookshelf...

Y - Your latest book purchase - The Reflective Workbook for Partners of Transgender People

Z - ZZZ-snatcher book: Last book that kept you up all night - Small Great Things by Jodi Picoult

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playbucky · 8 years ago

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Travel

Requested by @weirdnewbie - Hello. Could you do a Lethal Weapons imagine with Martin Riggs? Maybe the reader is a family friend of the Murtagh's and she travels a lot and she meets Riggs when he stops by late at night and she talks about all the places she's been and maybe places he wants to go and it's all cute and fluffy. Thank you💜💜 Word Count – 755 Characters – Reader x Riggs and Murtaugh

‘Yo, Murtaugh.’ You said as you saw his back to you. He was standing next to a man in wrinkled clothes and curly hair. Murtaugh turned around and raised his arms. ‘Y/N.’ He said as he headed towards you, wrapping you in a hug as much as he could with your bag on your back. ‘What you doing back?’ He asked as you took the bag off and sat it next to you on the street. ‘Thought I’d come and see you, since I was lately informed of your heart attack.’ You gave him a pointed look as he took in a deep breath and shook his head. You were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. ‘Riggs, sorry. I forgot this is Y/N. She’s a close friend.’ Murtaugh said and you nodded your head at Riggs. ‘Forget, you seem to be forgetting everything. Nice to meet you Riggs but I better be off and see Trish.’ You said and he nodded. ‘Nice to see you.’ He spoke for the first time. You turned to Murtaugh and pulled him in for a hug. ‘I’ll see you later.’ You said before you lifted you bag and hauled a taxi. You waved through the window as the taxi drove away.

You stepped outside of the house to the where the pool seats were seated before noticing a figure sitting on one, you noticed the clothing before speaking up. ‘Does he know you’re out here?’ You asked Riggs. ‘Who? Murtaugh? Sure.’ He said, taking a swig of his beer and you shook your head and sat on the pool seat beside him. He offered you a beer which you accepted. ‘So you from around here?’ Riggs asked. ‘Yeah.’ You replied and looked out onto the street. ‘You’re not here often, are you?’ Riggs asked as he leant back. ‘Wow amazing detective skills.’ You said sarcastically taking a sip of the beer. ‘No, I travel a lot. Don’t like staying tied down in one place.’ ‘You haven’t met the one yet.’ Riggs said lowly, but you heard him. ‘You’re right I probably haven’t but I’m living my life.’ You said with a shrug of the shoulders. ‘You should while you can.’ He said and you watched him as he didn’t focus on anything in particular. You both went quiet afterwards, neither speaking only the sounds of the few cars passing by and breathing from both of you. ‘Why you out here?’ Riggs asked. ‘Can’t sleep at night.’ You responded and Riggs raised an eyebrow at you. ‘everything happens at night. Day turns to night and night turns to day, everyone sleeps and missing both them.’ You said as you placed the beer can down and stared at the sky. ‘You ever travelled?’ You asked, still looking at the sky. ‘Nope.’ He said popping the p. ‘Ever wanted to?’ You asked him again, turning to face him this time. ‘All the time. Getting away from here would be amazing.’ He stated. ‘So why don’t you?’ You asked him. ‘To many strings attached here.’ He simply said. ‘So, doesn’t mean you can’t come back. I have friends and family here, doesn’t stop me.’ You said to him as he faced you. ‘It’s different.’ He said and moved his hair out his face. ‘Trish filled me in…’ You said and trailed off not wanting to go too much into the subject, since you just met him. ‘I think you should travel. If you and she wanted to travel together you should make the memories that she wanted.’ You told him as he took another sip of a new can of beer. ‘I don’t think I could.’ ‘Well tell me where you’d like to go, and I’ll tell you if I’ve been and what it’s like.’ You suggested and he shrugged his shoulders. ‘Paris?’ He asked. ‘Been and it’s lovely. Romantic and dreamy, best part was the Eiffel tower. Next.’ You said. ‘Netherlands?’ He asked again. ‘Cold, but worth it. Especially the Vincent Van Gogh museum.’ You said and he nodded his head. ‘Fiji Islands? Heard they are good.’ He said as he sat up more. ‘Never been there.’ You said with a frown. ‘That sucks.’ He said and focused on you. ‘Not really, it’s on my list which means I’ll get to it eventually.’ ‘Let me know when I’ll think about coming.’ He said before turning back to the sky. You smiled and leaned back in the chair. ‘Will do.’ You replied to him. You dozed off holding a can of beer, smiling.

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excaliburfist · 7 years ago

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A to Z Tag Game

I was tagged by @punkrockprincesswastaken

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… And most importantly, have fun!

I tag: @punkartwastaken @aceandoutofplace

A- age: 22

B- biggest fear: Failure

C- current time: 4:54 pm

D- drink you had last: Water

E- every day starts with: League of legends game

F- favorite song: Killing Giants by Puppet and Murtagh

G- ghosts, are they real: Maybe.

H- hometown: San Antonio the hottest place on the planet earth.

I- in love with: Saber.

J- jealous of: not the jealous type.

K- killed someone: Yes, my will to live.

L-last time you cried: When my mom died.

M- middle name: Daniel

N- number of siblings: One younger.

O- one wish: Lots of good anime.

P- person you last called/texted: My dad.

Q- questions you’re always asked: Why is your face red? Why are you so tall?

R- reasons to smiled: Anime, videogames, money, aanime figures, cute gifs.

S- Song last sang: Sad machine by Porter Robinson

T- time you woke up: 4:00 Pm

U- underwear color: Well hm,

V- vacation destination: Japan.

W- worst habit: Buying on impulse.

X- x-rays you’ve had: Idk.

Y- your favorite food: Peanut butter/Apples.

Z- zodiac sign: Gemini

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ivorydragoness44 · 2 years ago

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Murtagh Morzansson x Reader: Comparisons

Word Count: 1,073 Summary: An elf speaks cruelly about Murtagh, the Reader overhears and is ready to ‘throw hands’ with them. Will Murtagh let the Reader beat the elf to a pulp? Warnings: No explicit language, but a somewhat crude phrase used toward the elf. Also, teasing Eragon from a distance, and the usual fluff.

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The training grounds. Essentially, a plain span of open field that was deemed suitable for practicing to use weapons. Particularly swords, but no limited to. It was there that you looked on as Eragon and elves were training a few new Riders how to handle a sword without injuring themselves. Their dragons were likewise sitting around and keeping a close eye on their companions. Usually, you would find yourself gathered with the rest of the Dragon Riders who would like to oversee the others’ progress on the grounds. However, this time, not that it was a new occurrence, you stood beside Murtagh. Another usual sight, was to see the various races of teachers carry their preferred weapons with them. With absolutely no kind of threats within the community, or miles in either direction, you thought it odd. The thought had crossed your mind before, and your dragon and yourself had concluded that with the lives they had been living, it was normal. They had their reasons. And after progressively learning Murtagh’s story as your trust and relationship grew, you never questioned why his sword rested against his hip. “If I were to tell you that Eragon’s hair is sticking up in the back…could he hear us?” You whispered out of the corner of your mouth. Murtagh’s light laugh turned into an audible chuckle as the two of you saw Eragon swipe a free hand over the back of his head. “I think you have your answer.” You laughed with him at the sight. Teasing his half brother was rare and harmless. And if it resulted with Saphira laughing as well, it made for a more memorable moment. The laugh bubbling out of you slowly lessened. Your attention shifted as your ears picked up on a collection of words.

Off to your side were a pair of elves talking amongst themselves. You were well aware that listening in on other people’s conversations was beyond rude and disrespectful, but you could not stop. The use of the Forsworn and Morzan’s name was particularly jarring. They were not even necessarily trying to hide the topic of their conversation. If Murtagh had heard it too, he gave no indication that he had. You remained silent, trying to readjust your focus, but it was not to be when Murtagh was clearly the subject. “—a betrayer, a killer…like his father.” When you heard the horrid assortment of words leave the elf’s mouth, you involuntarily sucked in a breath. Beneath your skin, the blood boiled and a raging warmth encompassed your body. You could hear the air move sharply as your dragon whipped their head in your direction. That is not the wisest decision, they warned, sensing your need. Tell that to them, you said, your internal snarl striking outwardly in the next moment. “How dare you!” “How dare we?” The volume of your voice startled them far more than your words. “Yes,” you said, your voice as hard as stone. “How dare you speak so poorly of Murtagh.” The expressions on their faces hardly altered, speaking so dismissively. “Perhaps you should mind your tongue, youngling.” “As should you.” It was then that you felt Murtagh’s hands on you, saying your names with a soft firmness, wanting to lead you away. “Don’t bother…it’s not worth it,” Murtagh said, pulling you away from the elves. With your focus chained onto the elf, it was only through your dragon’s sight that you saw the alarmed face of Eragon jogging over. He likely wanted to diffuse the tension. What sense you had lingering left let Murtagh steer you away from the growing number of curious eyes. You could feel the anger lessen under his touch, but even when you turned away from the elves, they felt the hierarchal need to say more. “You have much to learn Shur’tugal!” They called after you. Murtagh’s gentle hold tightened as you spun back around, fire returning to your eyes. “Yeah, and you know exactly where you can shove that lesson!” In only a split second did you manage to witness the elves’ and Eragon’s faces. Their eyebrows were nearly lost in their hairlines when Murtagh yanked you back to him. Striding quickly out of earshot, Murtagh did not slow his pace or release his hold on you until his dwelling was within reach. “I appreciate what you said,” his voice lower than before, “…but maybe don’t antagonize the elves…considering they know where we sleep at night.” Grabbing ahold of his hand, you shrugged. “People do crazy things…when they’re in love.” He smiled, dipping his head down for a moment. “Please don’t turn people against you for me,” he gave your hand a squeeze. “I will do what I think is right and what is good for me. I will not conform to how people want me to be…I left that life behind.” “Let’s get inside,” he said, his voice just above a whisper as he reached for the door. Once you were both indoors, Murtagh turned to you and held both of your hands close to his chest. “I will never ask you to change who you are…I’ve been through that, and it’s certainly something that I would never want you to experience. Anything against your will, magically or not is awful. And whatever comes our way, like those egotistical elves, I’ll take what they want to throw at me. I know who I am. What they say can’t change that. For what you said, defending me…I could not be more grateful to have you in my life.” He let out a breath of a laugh. “It’s times like these where I feel like you would go up against every last person in Alagaësia and beyond just to prove that they are wrong about me.” “I would, because you deserve all of the kindness in the world,” you said, slipping your hands out of his to hug him around the waist. The feeling of his arms around you was like nothing else. The love and security that radiated within his embrace made all of the problems of the world disappear. “Would you like to stay here with me for a while?” He asked, kissing your forehead. “And wait for everything to settle outside? I’m sure Eragon has his hands full.” “As if I would say ‘no’ to time with you,” you laughed, nuzzling your face into his chest.

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troublemaker203 · 1 year ago

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Murtagh Fitzgibbons x Fem! Reader - Arranged Marriage Pt. 2

Word Count: 2176

Part 1

You woke up in the morning from the sound of multiple men moving around the house. You opened your eyes, but quickly shut them again, shielding them from the sunlight. “Finally, she’s awake,” you heard one of the men say. “Oh shut up, Angus. She has been through enough, clearly she doesn’t need to deal with your moody self, too,” Claire said. Suddenly it dawned on you what had happened the day before and your eyes welled up with tears within seconds. When you finally opened again, you were greeted by Claire’s friendly face. “Good morning,” she said, “I figured you could use some extra sleep, so don’t mind Angus.” You smiled at her, grateful for her presence; for the presence of another woman. “I am afraid we are all out of breakfast, but I am sure we will find something along the way. I did manage to save some water for you, though.” She handed you a flask and you eagerly took it, being thirsty from the night before. Claire stood up and you tried to sit up straight, but you quickly noticed a throbbing feeling in your head. You sighed and took a few sips of water, hoping it would ease your headache a bit, to no avail. You figured you couldn’t do anything else than standing up and trying to man up. Murtagh’s coat slipped from your shoulders and you had forgotten that he had handed you his coat. You felt your cheeks starting to redden and you picked it up. After a quick look around, you noticed that he wasn’t in the living room. He was probably already outside. “All right, lass,” Dougal approached you, “anything you wish to take with you to Castle Leoch?” You reached into the pocket of your dress and you shook your head when you felt your fingers close around the silver brooch. “Great, let’s go.” Dougal walked outside and you followed him towards the horses. You started to worry a little bit, because there were not enough horses, meaning that you would have to ride with someone else. Clearly, Dougal wasn’t worried about the matter at all, because he patted a horse and beckoned you towards the horse. Dougal didn’t waste a second: as soon as you were close to the horse he grabbed you by the waist. ��Up you go, lass.” He lifted you up, placing you on the back of the horse and he soon followed, sitting down behind you with a soft thud. He grabbed the reins, locking you in-between his arms and you slightly tensed up. You weren’t exactly used to being this close to a man. The others had mounted their horses as well and when Dougal steered his horse towards the path, they all followed. It was a quiet journey for the first couple of hours; no one said anything and the only thing that could be heard was singing birds, the rustling of the leaves of the trees, and the soft sounds of hooves on muddy grounds. You liked the silence; you didn’t feel like talking a whole lot anyway. You feared that you might cry once you opened your mouth to try to say anything. The events of the previous day kept repeating themselves over and over again in your head. Jamie eventually broke the silence. “Do you know why the Redcoats came to your house, Y/N?” You nodded. “Yes. I often heard my father speak to my brother about money; how we did not have much and probably needed to leave our house soon. I guess he owed the Redcoats a pretty significant sum, but I did not expect they would come to collect their debt so soon.” You swallowed the big lump that had started to form in your throat. “And do the Redcoats know about your existence?” Dougal joined the conversation. “I don’t know, they might.” “If they didn’t already, they might torture your brother into telling them about you,” Jamie said, more to himself than to anyone else; he knew like no other how the Redcoats could torture a man. Claire turned her head around to face Jamie. She had a worried, but soft expression on her face. Of course, she had heard Jamie’s stories about these evil man, but she, too, knew just how evil the Redcoats could be. You remember Jamie saying yesterday that your brother would barely be alive if he wasn’t dead already. You turned your head around, facing Dougal. “Do you think I’m in danger?” “Well, lass, everyone is always in danger as long as the Redcoats are around.” Your eyes widened with fear. “But I think it would take at least a couple of days before ye’re in real danger.” You turned around, not reassured at all. Dougal laughed and you could feel the vibrations from his chest against your back. “Dinna worry yerself, lass, ye’re safe as long as ye’re wi’ us,” he whispered in your ear.

You had been riding in silence for the remainder of the journey and it had gotten dark hours before you finally reached Castle Leoch. The beautiful castle lay peaceful in the distance and the prospect of being inside made you feel relieved. “Welcome to Castle Leoch,” Dougal said. “Home sweet home.” As you approached the castle, you nervously started to tug at your dress. It was dirty and there were some tears in the fabric from hiding in the forest. Claire noticed it and quickly told you not to worry. “We will have some time to clean up before the feast starts.” “Feast?” you asked. “Och aye, a great feast,” Angus said with a twinkle in his eyes. “What’s the occasion?” you asked. “You are,” Dougal said. “Early this morning I sent Willie and Geordie ahead, to announce our arrival tonight, and that we would be bringing a guest wi’ us.” Until now, you hadn’t noticed that two of the men were missing. You had been too wrapped up in your own mind. Dougal lightly kicked his horse in its sides, making it gallop, causing Castle Leoch to appear closer and closer.

When you all arrived on castle grounds, Dougal dismounted his horse and grabbed you by your waist again, planting you firmly on the ground. You were still tightly gripping Murtagh’s coat, but you only noticed it until now. You hadn’t had any time to give it to him before Dougal had lifted you onto his horse this morning. You walked over to him, once he had dismounted his horse, and shyly held out his coat to him. “I still have your coat, Murtagh. I forgot to give it to you this morning.” He took it from you. “That’s a’right, lass. It wasna cold anyway.” You smiled at him and you weren’t sure, but it seemed like his expression had become softer, too. It was probably your imagination, though. Once inside the castle, you were taken to your room by a very sweet, older lady. She undressed you as soon as she closed the door, muttering all kinds of things about making you look pretty. She bathed you, combed your hair and dressed you in the most beautiful dress and you wondered where it came from. “There, you look beautiful, lass,” she said, after she had tied the last bow on your dress. You looked at yourself in the mirror and your reflection nearly made you cry; your father would never be able to see you like this. The woman put her hand on your shoulder and softly squeezed it. You smiled at her in the mirror, grateful that someone was here with you. “I think it is time for ye to go downstairs, they’ll be waitin’ for ye,” she said and you nodded. She guided you towards the great hall where the feast would be held and as soon as you entered the grand room, Dougal stood up to guide you towards the table at the front. “My dear brother, this is Y/N,” he presented you to the man who was sitting at the table, “Y/N, this is Colum Mackenzie, Laird of the Mackenzie clan and my brother.” You held out your hand towards the man and he took it, placing a kiss on top of it. “Welcome to Castle Leoch, Y/N. This is my wife Letitia,” he motioned towards the woman who was sitting next to him and you curtsied. “Please, take a seat at our table and dine with us,” she said. You sat down in the empty seat and Colum made a small speech. Soon after, everyone started eating and, for a while, cutlery meeting the plates was the only sound that could be heard. After the wonderful dinner, you went to your room and let yourself fall down onto the soft bed. It didn’t take long before you closed your eyes and fell into a deep slumber.

The next morning, you were woken up by voices outside your door. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but the voices came from men and they sounded concerned. The mumbling was shortly followed by a few quick knocks on your door. “Come in,” you said. The door opened and three man walked into your room: Dougal, Jamie and Murtagh, who was standing mostly in the hallway than in your room. “Morning, lass,” Dougal said. “Ye need to get yerself dressed, my brother wants to see you in fifteen minutes. “Why?” you asked. “It is normal for you to want answers, but it is best if you save your questions for later,” Jamie said. You nodded. Though, you were still confused, you understood that it was better for you to just to as you were told. The men left with a quick nod of their heads, leaving you in your bed.

Fifteen minutes later you walked up to the door of Colum’s office and one of the guards opened the door for you. “Ah, Y/N, welcome,” Colum said as soon as you walked through the door. He wasn’t alone in his office. Dougal, Jamie and Murtagh were present, too, but there was another, unfamiliar man as well. “Y/N, this is Ned Gowan. He is the best lawyer I know and has been the legal advisor of Clan Mackenzie for many years,” Colum said, introducing you to Ned. A lawyer? you thought. Why would there be a lawyer? “Am I…?” you hesitated, “did I do something wrong?” “No, my dear lass, but we do have some concerns.” “Yes,” Ned Gowan began, “I have heard about what has happened to you and your family. The fact of the matter is that you are without a guardian. Your father is dead and your brother is in prison, that is, if he is still alive. The Redcoats will likely go looking for you, since we believe your father was in debt to them and these men will not stop until your father has paid his debt; a debt which will likely be paid by you and your body and we will not let the redcoats have you,” Ned Gowan paused for a moment, looking at you to see if you understand where he is going with this. You were not quite sure yet. Ned continued: “Young Jamie here has saved a lady from the redcoats, too. I believe you have met Claire already?” You nodded. “If Jamie hadn’t married Claire, she likely would have fallen into the hands of the Redcoats.” Your eyes widened. Married? Did he want you to get married? Jamie stepped into the conversation: “Dinna fash lass, Claire was scared as well, but it was for her, and now for your own safety.” Dougal nodded in agreement. “We cannot let the Redcoats have ye.” “But… to whom…?” you did not even dare ask the question in full. “We have discussed the matter at length and since Jamie is already married, he cannot marry you, too; this leaves Dougal and Murtagh. There are a lot of other men who were willing, believe me, Rupert and Angus were really eager,” Ned winked at you, “but I am sure that either Dougal or Murtagh would be a great candidate; they are respected men and will be able to provide for you.” Your mind was racing. You couldn’t possibly get married to either of these men, right? You barely knew them, only their names. “Do you expect me to choose?” you asked. “Well, not really, no. Now that you are aware of the fact, we will have to make some further decisions. I just thought you would appreciate knowing about it beforehand, instead of having to marry all of a sudden,” Ned placed a hand on your shoulder and you looked at him. He had a friendly face and you believed he wanted what was best for you, but it did not make the situation any less difficult. “When…?” you looked at both Dougal and Murtagh. “We will share our decision tonight, during a great feast,” Colum announced cheerfully, but you were sure you wouldn’t be able to eat anything.

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hiswhiteknight · 4 years ago

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Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 10

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 1400

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start, obvious fighting and violence, mention of suicide

*I’ll be honest, this chapter is more of a fuller, substance chapter. If you wanted to be added to the tag list, please send me a message or chat. Thank you for everyone’s patience!

The hunt still left you plenty in your thoughts. It should be on helping in whatever way you can, but you kept thinking on your role here and how you clearly will never belong, no matter how to try to be kind and open to the culture, no matter how much you push away your own values and morals for these people. It will never matter. Rupert yelled your name, catching your attention. A man got hurt and you help mend what you can before instructing Rupert to bring him back to the village. Another scream, a different type of scream caused you to be pulled from you own thoughts of now and into the times of wartime. You charge to the scream, you found a man losing blood quickly, and a shot pulled you from your thoughts. The boar that did this must have been shot, “Mistress Y/L/N, am I going to die?”

All the pressure and anger you felt subsided, “Hold of Geordie, let me look at you,” several clansmen surrounded you. Dougal showed up to hold Geordie as you tried to patch up his leg. Dougal and him were exchanging words when you saw the wounds to his abdomen. Dougal made eye contact with you and you knew he knew what you were saying. You pulled off the tourniquet, and grabbed his hand, “Geordie, the pain is going to be go soon, but while we wait, I have a bet with Angus.” Geordie looked at you the way many men have looked at you before in the Marine. You had to bring him peace in the time of his panic, “I bet Angus that the colonies had more beautiful sites than Scotland. Tell me about your home, what’s it like?”

Georgie perked up as he told you about his home and you gripped his hand with all your might and continue to stroke his hair to help sooth him. And soon he was gone, you quickly got up and made your way to your horse. Before you knew what you were doing, you made your way to the castle. You needed some busy work, like stitching up the leg of the man who was also attacked by the boar. Afterwards, you walked outside to see the men playing field hockey, which you played for a few years in high school. This was far more barbaric, and you could see Dougal taking his rage out on Jamie. He could cope in anger, but if you did this, you would be gutted.

You wondered who would win in a fight and you had no doubt Jamie would win. When you saw Dougal on the ground, a young girl from one of your lessons tugged on your arm, “Well hello Molly dear, you enjoying the gathering?” There is no reason to take your rage on children, they didn’t do anything wrong. Honestly, teaching them defense things and survival tactics was the most time you felt at peace, well except when you were with – never mind that thought.

“Aye mistress, very much,” you smile down at her, “I heard about your ill-wish and I know who made it. They did not know it was intended for you when they gave it to the girl.”

Guilt hit your chest again, someone was scared you were going to hurt them for being an accomplice. You were letting the harshness of one person hurt your relationship with the majority, “You know who put it under my bed?”

“Aye mistress,” she whispered, “You wouldn’t be telling my mother, would you? She wouldn’t be wanting me to get into others business.”

You bent down to her level, “Tell you what,” you pull out your coin bag with most of the money you made for yourself while staying here – your escape money, “I’ll tell your mother you helped me collect supplies for the gathering, which is why I paid you all this. And you tell me who put it under my bed?”

“Mistress, I don’t need your money. Girls aren’t allowed to learn the things you are teaching. You don’t deserve any ill-wishes. You’re lovely,” you smile up at her.

You pass her the bag, “You’ve earned it dear, I keep my word. Give me the name and the money is yours.”

“Laoghaire,” she whispered. You shot up, looking around completely shocked.

“Alrighty lass,” you pat her on the shoulder, “If you don’t mind, I have business to take care of.”

“Be careful, please,” she urged after you.

You had a hyper focus again, you intended to kick her ass, like you reported. And you found her socializing where most of the clan put up tent for the gathering. You passed Murtagh and Jamie, taking off your sling bag off and your dagger from your waistband and handed it to one of them, “Murtagh, could you mind this for me?”

“I’m not your errand boy, lass, and where you going that you won’t need this,” he questioned.

“You’re a pretty face, Murtagh, you ask too many questions,” you sass to him, looking at your target. Jamie and him stopped leaning on a post, both putting their drinks down. They could clearly tell you mean business. “Hey, Laoghaire, you two faced, toxic bitch, I got your gift earlier and I would like show you my appreciation.”

She had the audacity to give you a glare, before she realized she was in real danger. She started to step backwards, and the crowd started to grow around you as you moved closer to the girl, “Leave me alone, wench.”

“Oh, you do have words now that you can use. I thought you might be too stupid to speak up and say something since you chose to instead use this voodoo bullshit to get at me. You want to bring me pain lady, let’s go at it,” you finally were within three feet of her. Before you could make a grab at her, she ran in another direction.

You were about to put your running skills to work, when Murtagh gripped your arm, “Come on lass, you made your point let’s get you back to the surgery.”

“You know what, I’m a little busy right now. But I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a few, we can have some tea to cleanse our spirit, la de da and all,” you keep her in your eye sights. You were about to start your chase when you were tossed over a shoulder. Murtagh was carrying you back as you banged on his back. You were mad in this moment because you gave your dagger away to this meathead or he would have suffered from a few, no lethal jabs. He dropped you in the surgery room, “Damn it, Murtagh what the hell is wrong with you?”

“With me, you were about to put a big target on your back. You’re a guest here lass, they don’t take too kindly to guests attacking one of their kin,” he leaned against the counter.

You started to cry, and you usually do not cry, “Does it mean nothing I didn’t start it? Her action deserves a consequence. I watch all men here fight over nothing and here I am fighting against an injustice and my life is at danger. Do I not matter to anyone where? Should I just go to the tallest tower and jump?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, an ill wish is nothing,” he urged to you. He didn’t seem too phased by the fact you were crying, though he did soften his voice to show sympathy, “I know you don’t believe any of nonsense. You are a smart woman.” You started to toss things about the surgery, organizing all the stuff you brought out for the hunt. Murtagh walked over to you and stopped you by gripping the top of both your arms, “Y/N, you matter more than you know. Stop this behavior, you’ll get accustomed.”

“Murtagh, why do I always have to be the one to change? What do I have to do to feel like I belong here, how long will it take for people to believe I’m not an outsider?”

He took a deep breath again, “I know it doesn’t seem it now and I don’t know how, but you do belong here. It’ll come in time. Until then, stop picking fights.”

“Yes father,” you rolled your eyes, “Where is Jamie, I assume he has my bags and things?”

“Aye, right now he is taken care of Laoghaire, so you needed be worrying about her anymore,” he said, making his way to the stairs.

“Unless he has killed her and hid the body, I’ll keep to worry about her and her no good deeds, thank you,” you shouted at him. “And make sure Jamie brings back my things sooner rather than later.”

And before Jamie could drop off your things, Dougal Mackenzie came down to share you would be journeying out to collect rent from the clan who wasn’t able to make it.

PART 11

Taglist: @doctorwhatwhenandwhere @damnedandbroken @blushingpogue @blancastans @slytherinambitious @kinky-asher @lovesanimals @bilesxbilinskixlahey

#Outlander #outlander fanfiction #outlander imagine #Jamie Fraser #jamie fraser imagines #jamie fraser x reader #jamie fraser imagine #jamie frazier x reader

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throughhelenhighwater · 7 years ago

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A-Z Book Recommendations 📚✨

Inspired by @macrolit's post: (x)

this is basically a list of all of my favorite books, each title has a link to a description of the book on the b+n website

A...American Gods by Neil Gaiman⚡️

B...Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates 🌍

C...Carry On by Rainbow Rowell 🌈

D...Do Unto Animals by Tracey Stewart 🐶

E...The Enemy Has a Face by Gloria D. Miklowitz❔

F...Finding Audrey by Sophie Kinsella 🕶

...Frankenstein by Mary Shelley ⚗️

G...Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn🔪

...The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 🎲

H...The House of the Scorpion by Nancy Farmer 🦂

...Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones 🔥

I...The Inkheart trilogy by Cornelia Funke 🖋

J...Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë 👒

K...The King's Equal by Katherine Paterson 👑

L...The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J. R. R. Tolkien 🗡

M...The Magician's Elephant by Kate DiCamillo 🐘

N...Norte-Dame de Paris by Victor Hugo 🕓

...Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman 🗺

O...The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan ☂️

...The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton 📻

P...Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen 💌

...The Penderwicks series by Jeanne Birdsall 🌿

Q...?

R...Redwall by Brian Jacques ⚔️

S...The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway 🌅

...The Complete Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 🔬

T...A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens 🇫🇷

...To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee ⚖️

U...Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe 🏞

V...The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis 🌊

W...The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin 💵

...The Wedding Planner's Daughter by Coleen Murtagh Paratore 👰

X...Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathon Safran Foer 🏙

Y...The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman 🌼

Z...A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin ☄️

123...2001: A Space Odyssey by Arthur C. Clarke 🚀

...1984 by George Orwell 👁

pls read them all!! :))

#books #reading #reading list #literature #:)

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bonniebird · 6 years ago

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Murtagh x Reader

Requested by @cokecola4211

“Do you know who you’re meeting?” Eragon asked quietly as they came to a pathway that Saphira would have to fly over.

“Yes of course I do.” Murtagh muttered and headed forward without much care to the closed off space and that if they were attacked there wasn’t much they could do to defend themselves.

“Who? If you don’t mind me asking?” Eragon added when Murtagh paused and frowned at him.

“My wife.” He answered simply. Eragon’s feet stopped short and he almost slid forwards wanting more information and to stop completely to recover from the shock of what he’d said.

“But how!” He asked and rushed to keep up.

“It was a secret. We managed to hide it for a while.” He said, not really wanting to explain more but being newly reunited with his half brother meant divulging nonsense until Eragon was satisfied. “She was a maiden of the court.”

“He let you marry her? Galbatorix?” Eragon asked as he fell in step with Murtagh.

“No, of course not. Hence the secret. His warlocks found out about it and she fled.” He explained and Eragon nodded, understanding how difficult Murtagh had been about telling him anything.

They started quiet as they made it out of the enclosed path, reaching trees that hung together to make a tunnel. Saphira landed far ahead and Eragon jogged to catch up with him. A string of swearing and cursing was chased by a volley of arrows that skittered off Saphira’s scale, irritating her enough to growl at you.

“(Y/N)! They are with me.” Murtagh called and the rain of arrows stopped.

“Murtagh!” You called, rushing between the dragon's legs, causing him to hop about as you rushed to fling yourself at Murtagh who hugged you close.

“I am sorry it took so long to find you. We only found you by chance. You hid too well.” He chuckled and you nodded proudly.

“My talents have far improved. Angela said you were coming. I am glad you’re ok Murtagh.” You motioned for him to follow you. Eragon prodded into your little log cottage and noted the clutter of magical objects and crafts. After a moment, you flung open the window for Saphira, who rested her head on the bench outside, happy to listen, rather than stick her snout into the house.

#murtagh #Murtagh Morzansson #bonniebird #eragon

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dreamrlu · 8 years ago

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I wasn’t tagged but

So I saw this tag post and it was written that anyone could do it and since I have nothing better to do....

A. Age: 16

B. Birthplace: Yongxiu, Jiangxi, China

C. Current time: 1:48 AM

D. Drink you had last: ...apple juice

E. Easiest person to talk to: either my best friend or one of my male friends

F. Favorite song: currently my favorite songs are: Koda - Leaving ; Tokyo Machine - FIGHT ; Puppet & Murtagh - Killing Giants (ft. Richard Cadock).

G. Grossest memory: idk in what term of gross... but uh... once a caterpillar just..peed on my hand and later on the same day, a ladybug peed on my hand..

H. Horror yes or no: Horror movies are meh... but horror games are cool if there’s not too much jumpscares

I. In love?: nah

J. Jealous of people: Sadly yes...

K. Killed someone?: no. who the heck would seriously say yes to that. (a psychopath, idiot)

L. Love at first sight or should I walk past again?: don’t really believe in that... but again, never happened to me so idk

M. Middle name: .........what?

N. Number of siblings: 0

One wish: Release my oh-so-plannified webcomic and game already...

P. Person I called last: my best friend

Q. Question you’re always asked?: “So like, you’re Chinese or Japanese?”

R. Reason to smile: henry from FE:A

S. Song you last sang: Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish

T. Time you woke up: 9:45 AM

U. Underwear color: black

V. Vacation: uh... not sure what i’m supposed to put here but.. uh... as a real term of vacation the one that was most fun was when i went to antigua to join my friend who was doing a world trip with her parents on their boat.

X. X-rays: head, chest, left foot

Y. Favorite food: Either Filet Mignon or Angel food cake is that how its called--

Z. Zodiac sign: Leo

Not gonna tag anyone, but anyone can do it!

#tag thing #but not really

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troublemaker203 · 2 years ago

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Murtagh Fitzgibbons x Fem! Reader

Warnings: drinking

Word count: 1461

You were seated at one of the heavy wooden tables and let out a big sigh. The gathering was tonight and for some reason you were not aware of, you felt nervous. As a result, you had barely eaten today. Angus sat down next to you. "Right lass, what's the matter wi' ye?" he asked. "Ye're as white as a ghost. Here, have some wine." He took a jug from the table and poured you a glass. "You smiled weakly as a thank you and took a small sip from the glass. The wine was quite strong. "How's that? Better?" "Yes, thank you." He smiled mischievously as you took another sip and quickly refilled your glass when he noticed you were already halfway. "That's a good lass, drink up now, it'll calm yer nerves." Your cheeks already started glowing and you felt a tingling feeling in your legs. You really should have eaten more today. Maybe a small bite of something would still help. "Angus?" "Hmm?" "Do you know if there's still some bread left?" "Rupert!" he shouted. "What?" Rupert yelled back, from across the hall. "Get the lass some bread, man!" "Get it yerself!" Angus stood up angrily and walked towards Rupert, ready to start a fight. You sighed. "These childish men," you said, annoyed. "Never mind, I'll get it myself," you shouted, and got up to walk to the kitchen. You noticed you were already pretty intoxicated when you took your first step, but at least you weren't nervous anymore. Having waddled your way over to the kitchen, you were grateful to see the lovely Mrs. Fitz. "Och child, are ye all right?" she asked worriedly. "Yes, Mrs. Fitz, thank you." You smiled at her. "I was just a bit hungry, so I was hoping to find some bread." "But of course, sit down lass." Mrs. Fitz pulled out a chair for you and immediately started rummaging around the kitchen, gathering all kinds of lovely things on a plate for you. "Here you go." She handed you the plate and you gratefully took it from her. "Thank you," you said and gratefully took a few bites. After you had finished your food, you thanked Mrs. Fitz again and made your way back into the hall where you were immediately greeted by Angus and Rupert. "Where were ye, lass?" asked Rupert. "I was just getting some food in the kitchen while you two were behaving like children." They both looked at you as if you had just insulted them, which made you laugh a little. "Come on, you two, let's have another drink." You took both of them by the arm, dragged them to a table and sat them down. Rupert immediately poured three glasses of wine and raised one. "Slàinte mhath!" You raised yours as well and took a big sip. You were grateful you had eaten, otherwise you would have been under the table in no time. Now it would just take a bit longer. You could drink a fair bit and all the other men were always surprised at how well you could handle your liquor.

A few glasses later it was nearly time for the gathering and some of the men were re-arranging the tables and seats. Murtagh approached your table and you immediately felt your heartrate increasing. You had a crush on him for some time now, though you had never said a word to him, because, in all fairness, he didn't really look approachable. "Stand up, lass, I need yer seat." You slowly stood up, tightly holding onto the edge of the table, afraid to fall over. "Christ," he said, looking at the empty jugs on the table. He quickly looked around the room, until he found Rupert and Angus, who were sitting drunkenly in a corner. Murtagh made a growling noise, as he often did. "Sit back down." Murtagh grabbed you by your shoulders and carefully placed you back onto your seat and walked towards Rupert and Angus. You couldn't quite hear what he was saying to them, but his tone was angry. After he had scolded the two men, he returned to you. "Right, Y/N, on yer feet. Let's get you to your room." He helped you to stand up and grabbed your arm to put it around his shoulders. As you two started to walk, he quickly realised that this was not going to work. He sighed, before lifting you up and carrying you bridal style out of the hall. "You got yourself a good one, Murtagh!" Dougal shouted after him. "She's drunk, man!" he shouted back, but he secretly didn't mind holding you this close to him.

When he arrived at your room, he opened the door without having to let you go, carrying you inside and placing you carefully on your bed. He took off your shoes and as he was trying to work the laces, you opened your eyes. He looked up at you and you were met with his surly expression, which softened for just a second. He placed your feet on your bed, after he had removed your shoes. He got op and walked over to the small table by the window. A jug of water was resting on the surface. He took it and poured you a glass. "Can you sit up straight?" You nodded, afraid to say no, and tried to get up. It took you a second, but you were finally sitting up straight, resting agains the headboard. "Here, drink up." He handed you the glass of water. "Thank you." "Hm." His familiar sound; a sound which gave you butterflies. Murtagh watched you drink your water, making sure you drank everything. He cared about you and this was his way of letting you know he did. You handed him the glass after you finished it. He refilled it and put it on the table next to your bed. "Don't ever let those fools fill your glass again." You nodded. "Now, I'm needed downstairs, so it is time for you to get some sleep." He turned around to walk towards the door. "Murtagh." "Hm?" He turned around to look at you "Thank you, really." He gave a quick nod, but you could detect a faint smile on his face. You smiled back at him and he went out the door.

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You woke up from someone knocking softly on your door. "Yes?" you answered. The door opened and Murtagh poked his head into your room. "Were you sleeping?" "Yes, but it's okay." "Are ye decent?" You pulled up the blankets, covering your shift, which was the only thing you were still wearing after you had taken off all of your other layers. "Yes, you can come in." He walked into your room and approached your bed. "Claire sent me." He held up a small object which became visible as he moved closer to the candlelight. He handed you the small mug, which contained a brown liquid of some sort. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Fine, I do have a really bad headache, however." "Yeah, I figured as much. That's what the tea is for. Claire just brewed it." "What time is it?" you asked, carefully blowing on the hot beverage before taking a small sip. "Late. Some people are still downstairs, but most of them have gone to bed by now." You took another sip. "Eh, you can sit if you want." Murtagh hesitated, but eventually decided to sit down on your bed. "Thank you for the beverage." "I said Claire could bring it herself, but she insisted that I should be the one who brought it to you." You blushed, glad that is was dark, so Murtagh couldn't see it. After you finished the beverage, your head felt considerably better. You leaned over to put the mug on the small bedside table and, as you did, your shift slipped off your shoulder, exposing the skin. You quickly pulled your dress up and Murtagh scraped his throat. He looked down and up again, locking eyes with you. "I'm sorry," you began, "I didn't mean to..." "It's all right," Murtagh cut you off, shifting a little closer towards you. "Ye're a bonnie lass, you know." You blushed even harder. "I... thank you," you said quietly, "you're not so bad yourself." He smiled, his eyes twinkling. Your cheeks were glowing and your heart started beating fast when you noticed he was moving closer. You moved closer as well and he closed the gap between you two by pressing his lips against yours. His lips were soft, unlike his appearance, and his beard tickled a bit. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. "Dougal was right," he said, "I did get myself a good one."

#outlander #murtagh fitzgibbons fraser #outlander imagine #murtagh fitzgibbons x reader #murtagh fitzgibbons imagine #x reader #imagine

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ivorydragoness44 · 3 years ago

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Murtagh Morzansson x Reader: The Scare

Word Count: 420 Warnings: Fluff? Summary: Dragon playdate and Murtagh pretends like he got hurt.

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The surrounding air was filled with laughter. Each playful step and bounce of your dragon and Thorn shook the ground beneath you. It was a great feeling to take some well-deserved time away from responsibilities. While the Riders, elves, and others were otherwise occupied or sticking their noses up at such a thought, Murtagh and yourself had quickly found yourselves jumping and running around in the open field with your dragons. Your dragon swung their tail at Thorn, hardly making an audible thud. However, the red dragon fell to his side in mock pain, jaw open and letting out small grumbles. As his long tail waved around in his writhing, it flicked over at Murtagh, knocking him over. The initial impact did not appear harmful. As you observed him, however, he struggled, arms shaking as he tried to push himself off of the ground. Your chest tightened at the sight. “Murtagh!” You cried out as you rushed to his side. All you could hear was your own heart pounding in your ears and your panicked breath. By the time you were kneeling beside him, another sound reached your ears. Laughter.

“Murtagh!” You gawked in utter dismay, pushing him onto his back. A pout replaced your shock and you promptly slapped him square on the chest. “You scared me!” “I didn’t…mean to scare you…that much,” he gasped for breath through his bright smile. With his laugh lessening, you kissed his cheek. “I’m glad to see you enjoying yourself. Even though it was at my own expense, you big oaf!” Murtagh’s eyebrows shot up. “An oaf!” He exclaimed, making the both of you go into a fit of laughter. You squealed out when he gave your waist a squeeze. “An oaf, am I?” You found yourself being rolled over into the grass with nothing but Murtagh filling your senses. “No. You’re not an oaf!” Bodies quaking in your self-made hilarity, your cheeks screamed in soreness as your smile broadened from his actions. He held you a little tighter, his arms wrapping around your form. With your arms over his shoulders, you rubbed his back in response. Likewise, the gentle kiss he pressed to your collarbone made you feel like you could have melted into the grass. “I love you,” he said, his voice calmer and controlled. Sliding your hand up into his hair, you guided his face down closer to your own. “I know,” you replied with a quiet laugh and kissed him sweetly, “and I love you.”

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