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imagineclaireandjamie · 4 years

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For the Modern Glasgow au: the bairns and Murtagh organizing a secret big renewal vows party for Jamie & Claire for a milestone anniversary in place of the one they didn't have on their actual wedding.

Modern Glasgow AU

It started with an accident.

Murtagh still didn’t quite know how it had happened - only that it had ended with sixteen-year-old William racing into the house one afternoon, screaming for Claire to come quickly and that Jamie was hurt.

Quickly he’d kissed Suzette goodbye and raced out with Claire and William toward the barn and then around the side. Jamie sat ramrod straight up against one wall, Ian Murray’s strong hand on shoulder to steady him, his bloody left hand curled up against his side.

He’d held Jamie’s other shoulder and William had held his Da’s right hand as Claire meticulously uncurled his broken fingers, wiped away the blood and cleaned and sutured the wounds.

The hardest part wasn’t seeing Jamie’s reaction to the pain. It was his reaction to Claire’s matter-of-fact statement, about fifteen minutes after they arrived:

“Jamie - I need to cut off your wedding ring. It’s cutting off the blood flow to your finger.”

Indeed it was - for Jamie’s fingers had all swollen to far larger than their normal size.

Murtagh squeezed his godson’s shoulder. “Ye need to do it, lad. It’s just a ring. It can be fixed.”

Gently Claire raised one hand - smeared with Jamie’s blood - to cradle her husband’s cheek. Looking into his pained eyes. “Let me do this to heal you.”

He sighed, and nodded.

“The cutters please, William,” Claire said gently. William rooted around in her emergency box and three short snips later, Claire deposited the ring - snipped neatly into an open circle - into Ian Murray’s waiting hand.

“Dinna fash,” he said to his brother-in-law, concerned eyes meeting Murtagh’s. “We’ll set it right.”

---

A few years before, Murtagh had asked auld Hiram Crombie - an institution in the wee village of Broch Mordha, just a few miles from Lallybroch - to repair a few pieces of old jewelry that Suzette had inherited from her mother and grandmother. They were small but precise repairs - and Suzette had been so surprised and pleased when he’d given them to her for their anniversary.

So after he and Claire and William and Ian had helped Jamie back to the house - hearing all about the old shelf that had collapsed on him and the sharp tools that had rained down on his hands as he protected his head - Murtagh got to thinking.

That’s why he murmured to Claire, once they had tucked Jamie into bed and he had been surrounded by Julia and Bree and Jenny and Faith and Mrs. Crook and Fergus and Marsali and everyone else in the house who had missed the excitement outside - “Let me take care of fixing this.”

Claire had been surprised, of course - yet grateful.

And Hiram was glad to make the repair.

“I’ve a wee bit of silver in the back,” he said softly, examining the cut ring with his enormous magnified spectacles. “Should be a straightforward job. Ready to pick up next Tuesday.”

Turns out it wasn’t only Murtagh who had a plan - for when he returned home to Lallybroch, Julia and Fergus buttonholed him and sat him down in the parlor, where William and Bree and Faith and Marsali were waiting.

“We were thinking,” Fergus explained, “that because Maman and Papa did not have a big wedding - when Papa’s ring is ready, we can surprise them with another wedding.”

Murtagh narrowed his eyes at his eldest godson/grandson. “Says the man who eloped and didnae even tell his family until afterward.”

Fergus shrugged and exchanged glances with his wife, who rubbed her pregnant belly. “Fergus and I - we’ll have our big wedding when we’re ready. But Jamie and Claire are at the point where they deserve one.”

“They didnae want a fuss for their 20th anniversary last year,” Faith reasoned. “But there’s no reason why we can’t pull together something for them now.”

Murtagh crossed his arms. “I dinnae suppose you have a priest in mind and everything?”

Bree nodded, smiling. “Father Kenneth will do it. It’s all sorted.”

Murtagh looked at all the Frasers - not so wee anymore - one by one. So proud of the young adults they had become.

“Weel - Hiram said Tuesday. That’s five days from now.”

“Plenty of time.” William pulled out a much-folded piece of paper. “We just need you to be the distraction.”

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“...Not sure why I needed to come wi’ ye,” Jamie said for the third time, in the passenger seat of Murtagh’s battered Volvo. “Claire has her own car.”

“All will be revealed.” Murtagh slid into the visitor parking space outside of the clinic that Claire ran, and pulled the parking brake. “Trust me.”

Jamie sighed. “I suppose I can still surprise Claire every now and again. I cannae remember the last time I met her at the end of a shift. Though I did do that a lot right at the beginning...”

The door opened and Claire - still clad in her bright blue scrubs - emerged. Jamie opened the car door, stood, and waved. Murtagh watched her smile and quickly approach them, stopping for a quick kiss.

“Not that I’m unhappy to see you, but I have my own car.”

“I’m under strict orders from Murtagh that you’re to come with us back home,” Jamie explained. “We can pick up your car later.”

He slid inside and scooched over so that Claire could sit beside him.

“Now - seatbelts please,” Murtagh said as he shifted into reverse and backed out of the parking space. “I have six wee fiends back home who will insist.”

Jamie raised a questioning eyebrow toward his wife, who smiled and shrugged and took his hand in hers for the drive back home.

---

Jamie’s mouth hurt from smiling so much.

At the row of Fraser and Murray children waiting in two lines outside the entrance to Lallybroch.

At Father Kenneth waiting in the landing.

At Suzette and Mrs. Crook standing behind a table laden with cake and punch.

At Jenny and Ian, so happy to be sharing the special day that they had missed the first time around.

At Julia and William and Bree and Faith and Fergus, who had calmly explained what was to happen and then produced his repaired wedding ring.

At Claire, still wearing her scrubs, smiling through happy tears as they renewed their vows - this time in the presence of a priest.

Much later, nestled against Claire and sharing a tumbler of thirty-year whisky, huddled around the fire with his children, the words “thank you” seemed inadequate.

One by one they rose to hug their parents, whispering words of congratulations, before retiring to their own bedrooms upstairs.

Jamie lay his hand - still bruised and with a few sutures still in place - on Claire’s knee, his wide silver ring shining in the firelight.

“There is no end to my love for you,” he whispered, holding her close.

She pressed her own left hand - with her own silver ring, Ellen’s ring - atop his. “And for my love for you,” she whispered. “No end. Never.”

He leaned over for a kiss. “Not ever,” he promised.

#;mod gotham #modern glasgow au

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isitgintimeyet · 5 years

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Road To The Aisles

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So, another weekend, another chapter. Thank you all for reading,reblogging, liking and commenting. It means a lot to me.

Thanks to @mo-nighean-rouge, @happytoobserve, @wickedgoodbooks for their help and support.

Chapter 6: A Celebratory Repast

Phil: [upon receiving Claire's gift] I am so excited. [Opens envelope] Coupons for...five free hugs.

Claire: You don't like it?

Phil: Are you kidding me? I love it. It's so creative--coupons for hugs, which are usually free, but this makes it official, which is so great.

Modern Family

Claire paused as the waiter poured their wine, then took a large sip and continued her conversation with Geillis.

“So, G, what do you think? It’s our first anniversary coming up and I still haven’t got a clue what to get Jamie. I want to do something, but what?”

Geillis pursed her lips and closed her eyes momentarily as if deep in thought. “Weel, personally I dinna think ye need to get anything. The fact ye’ve stuck with him through the past year is gift enough in ma opinion. And, if it were me, I’d be wanting something special wrapped up on ma plate from him too.”

“I know, I know.” Claire laughed. “But just stick with me. Give me some ideas, please. I tried to book the restaurant where we had our first date, but I couldn’t get a table. So... any thoughts? What do you give Dougal?”

“Generally I give him a voucher…”

“I was hoping for something a bit more original, but ok. Where from? John Lewis? Marks and Spencer’s? Sports shop?”

“Och no, I make him a voucher meself. It entitles him tae one night of, er, living his fantasies, shall we say? I mean, last year it started with-”

Claire held her hands up. Having sat through some of her friend’s more ‘intimate’ stories, she guessed where the story would lead and she was keen to get back to the matter at hand -- her and Jamie’s one year anniversary.

“Stop right there, G. Can we get back to discussing a present for Jamie… not a voucher? Besides, why does Dougal need a voucher anyway? I thought it’d be a regular thing.”

Geillis affected a look of mild disgust. “Claire, ye dinna ken what his many and varied fantasies involve. It’s just too fuckin’ expensive. I mean last year I ended up buying a whole new set of cushions… ruined beyond repair they were...”

The conversation paused as the waiter brought the steaming bowls of pasta to their table. Having offered Parmesan and black pepper, he departed, leaving them to pick up where they left off.

“So, G, vouchers are a no-no.”

Geillis shrugged at Claire’s dismissal of her idea. “I dinna ken then. What sort of things did ye get fer Frank?”

“The last birthday present that I bought him was a dehumidifier, to help with his sinuses, you know. And he bought me a water filter. He… we… he didn’t believe in non-practical gifts. And we didn’t bother with anniversaries or Valentine’s, anything like that. Frank was, self-confessed, unromantic.”

Claire twirled several strands of spaghetti around her fork and neatly popped the mass into her mouth. After an accompanying swig of wine, she continued.

“But, you know, that wasn’t all Frank. I never thought I had a romantic bone in my body either. I was perfectly happy not having to remember anniversaries, or pay a fiver for a card that would be thrown away a week later. But now… now, G, it’s different. It feels different. I want to do those things, I want to celebrate anniversaries with Jamie. Just need to find something that’s not too cheesy.”

Geillis smiled. “Then go fer it, girl. Ye’ll think of something, I’m sure.

**************

Over the next few days, Claire was not sure if Jamie really was nonplussed about their forthcoming anniversary, or if he was sensing her very real frustration at not finding a suitable gift for him and was deliberately downplaying the date.

“Och,” he said to her on numerous occasions. “‘Tis no big deal, this anniversary. I ken we’ll have far more tae celebrate over the years. We’ll jes’ head out fer a meal somewhere. Mebbe a curry? Or do ye fancy Chinese?”

“A meal will be great. You decide. I don’t mind.” was her standard response as she scoured the internet looking for inspiration.

But it wasn’t just the gift that was bothering Claire. All her life she had been reluctant to truly and openly express her emotions. As a small child, after the death of her parents, when asked how she was, she would always shrug, smile and answer with a standard “ok”, ignoring the rage and fury swirling around inside. Only with Uncle Lamb had she been willing to drop the façade and give her emotions free rein.

Similarly, with Frank, when faced with another cancelled date or his general displeasure, she would shrug and tuck it quietly away in her mind, along with all the other broken promises and disappointments.

But, with Jamie, she felt her barriers coming down. For the first time, she was beginning to feel comfortable with her emotions and wanted him to know exactly what he meant to her. Finding the right card and message mattered, and was proving tricky.

Eventually, she found what she was looking for and could relax.

************

Jamie’s car was already parked in the drive when Claire arrived home, prompted by a ‘hurry home, Sassenach’ text .

Other than a ‘happy anniversary’ greeting that morning, a blatant disregard for morning breath and a mutually satisfying, albeit speedy, union, there had been no mention of celebratory plans.

Claire found Jamie in the kitchen, already dressed in navy trousers and denim blue shirt, selecting two champagne flutes from the array of glassware in the cupboard.

“Do ye fancy a glass of champagne while ye get ready?” he greeted her as he swiftly deposited the glasses on the kitchen counter and put his hands on her waist, pulling her close against him.

“I’ve booked us a table, and a taxi. So champagne yes or no?”

“Mmm, yes, thanks. Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Och no. But ye are a bit of a vixen when ye’ve had a drink or two. I canna say I mind. And, after all, ‘tis the weekend tomorrow. So go on upstairs and I’ll bring ye a glass.”

It didn’t take Claire long to get ready. A quick shower, a half hearted attempt to tame her curls, two glasses of champagne, and she was dressed and made up just in time for the taxi.

***************

The restaurant was exactly the same as that night the year before. Jamie took Claire’s hand and led her to the bar.

“What would ye like tae drink, Sassenach?”

Claire smiled at Jamie as the memories from their first evening came flooding back. “Glenmorangie, please.”

“Ice?” He asked, grinning.

“Er… well…” Claire hesitated before continuing. “Just joking. No ice, thank you.

I’m surprised you carried on with our date when you saw me putting ice in my single malt.”

“Aye, weel, it was a close thing, ye ken. It was only the thought of yer arse next tae me that kept me on ma seat.” His hand snaked down her back to briefly cup a buttock to prove the point.

Laughing, Claire batted his hand away before she perched on a tall bar stool and sipped her whisky contentedly. “I tried to book a table here for tonight... tried a couple of weeks ago. How did you manage it, was there a cancellation?”

“No, I booked it last month.”

“So all that crap you were spouting about getting a Chinese or Indian was…”

“Was just tae throw ye off the scent. I didna want ye tae feel ye had to do anything special fer today… no pressure.”

Jamie placed his whisky on the bar next to Claire’s glass, her hand still wrapped around it. A slight movement of his finger was all it took to touch her, to lightly stroke the back of her hand.

“When we touch…” she began to speak quietly, not wanting the barman to overhear. “It’s always different. It’s like… like electricity sparks between us.”

Jamie leaned closer to Claire, so close she could feel his breath warm on her neck, sending goosebumps down her spine. “Aye, it’s no’ usual between a man and a woman what we feel --“

The ringtone of his mobile broke the moment. Sighing, he reached in his pocket, pulled out his phone and declined the call.

“Geneva,” he explained apologetically.

“Hadn’t you better take it? What if it’s important… William?”

Jamie typed a short message and pressed send. A ping swiftly followed. After another short message, Jamie’s phone went back into his pocket.

“She wants tae discuss nurseries fer William. I said I’d call her tomorrow. Ah, here comes the Maître d’. Looks like our table’s ready.”

It was, Claire noted, the same intimate semi-circular booth that they had occupied before. She knew that Jamie would have asked for this spot again

A year ago, there had been a hesitancy before they dared to touch, each unsure of the other. Now, there was no need for thought. They slid along the curved seat to meet in the middle -- thighs, hips and shoulders in contact, Claire’s hand resting on Jamie’s thigh, his hand rubbing circles on the back of her neck.

With one free hand each, they shared the menu, quickly scanning the choices. The menu was unchanged and so with unspoken agreement, Jamie ordered for both of them.

“I wonder what sort of nurseries Geneva will be wanting to look at.” Claire began as the waiter poured two glasses of red wine.

“Nah, no talk about Geneva tonight, or her mother, or even William. This is about us tonight.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Claire took a sip of her wine as Jamie began to fumble around in his jacket. “Have you lost something?”

“No… ah here it is…”

He pulled a cracked leather pouch from an inner pocket and placed it on the table in front of Claire. He opened it before taking her hand and tipping the contents out.

Claire gasped as the creamy white pearls cascaded over her outstretched palm. She looked up at Jamie, who was watching her expectantly, and stroked his cheek, the pearls rubbing smoothly between their skin.

“Jamie, I don’t know what to say. They’re beautiful. Thank you… thank you.”

He smiled. “They were ma mother’s… and ma grandmother’s. My grandda gave them tae her on their wedding, and then Da gave them tae Mam when they got married. And now they belong tae ye. And one day our son will give them tae his wife. I hoped ye’d like them.”

Claire turned away as Jamie carefully fastened the necklace around her neck.

“They look sae bonny on ye. I was thinking ye could wear them on our wedding day… that’s the something old.”

Her fingers lightly traced a path over the necklace. “Jamie, I love them. And the story behind them. It means so much.”

“Aye, they’re verra precious tae me… as are ye, Claire.” Jamie’s finger followed the same path.

“And I ken we’ve had sae much going on, we’ve no’ spoken about wedding plans yet. But I want us tae start planning. I dinna want a long engagement… unless ye do, of course. Let’s get married this year, Sassenach… if ye want tae?”

“Yes, Jamie. That’s what I want too.”

***************

Full of good food and slightly merry from the champagne, whisky and wine, Claire and Jamie made their way home. The short taxi ride from the restaurant felt, to Claire, like an eternity. She longed to get home and give her gift to Jamie. And then she longed to go to bed and lie next to him, touching skin to skin the length of their bodies, and run her fingers through his chest hairs before wrapping her legs around his hips and urging him into her…

She squirmed involuntarily in her seat. Jamie, somehow sensing her thoughts, laced his fingers with hers. His thumb drew rhythmic circles on her palm, only increasing her longing.

***********

Once back in their house, Claire rushed upstairs to retrieve Jamie’s gift -- hidden in her wardrobe -- before joining him in the living room.

Spotting the large present in her hands, he grinned. “Ye didna have tae get me anything, ye ken.”

“I know. But I wanted to. I wanted to tell you exactly what you mean to me. I don’t always find it easy to say the words to you…”

“But ye show me in everything ye do fer me... and now fer William.”

“Well, go on and open it, then.”

Jamie ripped the paper off and studied the gift, a framed photograph, closely.

“See,” Claire explained nervously. “It’s a print of the night sky. That’s the stars and constellations in the Glasgow sky a year ago tonight. When we were on our first date. Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it sae much… that was above us when I was falling in love with ye. I knew then ye were the only one fer me.”

“And there’s a card. I couldn’t find one in the shops, so I had to make it.”

Jamie opened the envelope to find a photo of the glen near Lallybroch where they first exchanged ‘I love you’s’. He turned it over and read out loud.

Whenever I am away from you,

The distance between us

A burdensome thing,

I always think of you in colors,

The smell of coffee as you so

proudly make it for me,

the perfect sunlight spilling

In through the window.

I miss you even when you

are beside me.

I dream of your body

even when you are sleeping in my arms.

The words I love you

could never be enough.

I suppose we’ll have to invent

new ones.

Jamie pulled Claire into his chest, her cheeks wet against his skin.

His voice was choked with emotion. “Oh, Claire, ma Sassenach. How much do I love ye?”

****

The poem is by Christopher Poindexter. Generally I am an unromantic soul and do not read poetry, but this poem I found so beautiful and moving, it gives me shivers.

#outlander fan fiction #outlander fanfic #Road To The Aisles #Jamie Fraser #claire beauchamp #modern au #Chapter 6 #Anniversary Fluff

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laird-brochtuarach · 5 years

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“Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone, I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done.”

― Outlander, Diana Gabaldon.

Happy 276th Wedding Anniversary Jamie and Claire 🌹

#Jamie Fraser #Claire Fraser #Outlander #Sam Heughan #my edits

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renee-writer · 3 years

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Without Remorse Chapter 14 Scenes from the Reception

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“Look at her!” Henry exclaims, his voice full of pride and a bit of melancholy. “She is so happy.”

“As it should be.” Julia replies as she watches her daughter dance under the stars, with her new husband. “It is her wedding day.”

“Yes. She is truly his, isn’t she?” Julia puts her arms around her husband, hugging him from the back.

“Oh darling, she has been since their eyes meet. She is still our Claire. We just have to share her.”

Frank and Mary are dancing together also. They glide across the grass away from the newlyweds. “He is a good guy, right?”

“Jamie is the best. You needn’t worry about Claire. She is in good hands with him. He loves her. Lord, he adores her.”

“Claire is crazy about him. I guess they will make it.” He chuckles.

“They will definitely make it. I would lay a million pounds on us coming to their 50th anniversary.”

“Us?” He darkness hides his blush.

“Well, I mean..”

On the other side of the area reserved for the reception, Jenny stands with her parents. They watch the dancers also.

“A month and a week since the meet.” Jenny comments. Ellen nods placing her arm around her daughter.

“Aye, but look how happy he is?”

“That he is. But mam..”

“Janet, it is how I told him it would be. An instant awareness that couldn’t be denied. For both of them. It will be wonderful.” Her da interjects.

He spins them around unaware and unconcerned that they are the topic of conversation all around them. His entire focus is on his bride. His wife. She fits against his chest and under his neck like she was created to fit there. They slow dance no matter what the song. Her hands are wrapped tight around his shoulders. His are on her waist, holding her tight. They are as close as they can be until they are alone in their honeymoon beach house.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #without remorse #scenes from the reception #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom #modern au

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otheroutlandertales · 6 years

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Anonymous said: Hi, this is a prompt for Abby. Abby would you write a missing scene of Fergus reuniting with Bree after she comes through the stones in DOA? Thanks!

Starlight, Starbright

by @abbydebeaupreposts

He knew they would be there, had no doubts whatsoever that milord would come for him and that Marsali would be right by his side. Still, it was a relief to catch sight of her blonde tresses and milord’s ruddy curls pressed together sharing a conspiratorial whisper as they waited for his case to be called. The room was packed tight, he was definitely today’s main attraction-- or, rather, the crowd had come to see what Jamie Fraser had to say, how he might react.

Milord’s story-- pardoned Jacobite prisoner and claimholder of thousands of prime North Carolina acreage was well known in these parts. As was the tacit understanding that Deputy Berowne was in cahoots with Sergeant Murchison, an old foe of Jamie’s from Ardsmuir. Together, the two officials of the crown conspired to drum up false charges of assault and tax evasion against him hoping to cause trouble for Jamie during the busy harvest season. But he trusted milord to handle it and seeing the knowing gleam when their eyes met, he relaxed and prepared to enjoy the spectacle like everyone else.

Glancing towards Marsali at milord’s side, he saw she was giving him one of her melty, doe-eyed looks. He cleared his throat at the yearning he read in her expression. Her heart-shaped face, so dear to him that when she smiled, he couldn’t help returning it. It was hot in the stuffy room. He looked at the window longingly, maybe they would open it soon? Just then his attention was diverted by someone reaching around Marsali to touch Jamie’s arm.

Fergus watched milord’s face as he leaned over to speak to her. There was an unutterable tenderness around his eyes, something of wonder in his features that surprised him. He followed the line of that arm, across his wife’s middle-- his eyes narrowing at the imperceptible thickness he thought he detected there-- and he looked up… and up… and up until he saw her. The woman’s hair was bound in a tight chignon but the color of it was unmistakable, as were those sharp cheekbones and slanted, piercing blue eyes. Mon Dieu! It was milord’s petite étoile -- his little star-- it had to be!

Fergus’s gaze shot back to Jamie just as the realization dawned and a silent question and answer volleyed between them. Jamie’s look of pride and the small private smile of confirmation was enough. Fergus’ face flushed pink with pleasure. A puff of amused breath came from Marsali whose cocked, raised brow and small flick of her eyes left and right made him chuckle, too. His wife’s sense of humor was still intact and she was quite right--- bookended between those red-headed giants, she looked more like a small child.

From that point until he emerged from Jocasta’s bathing chamber, freshly washed and in clean clothes at last, the afternoon had been a blur. They’d had all charges dismissed, of course. Fergus hadn’t doubted Jamie’s abilities on this front and he’d thanked Ian for his fast riding to get an official copy of the grant of lands from the governor in time. He’d snuggled up with Germain as Marsali was putting him down for a nap and had time to reassure his wife in private. They’d exchanged a little gossip about the girl, Brianna, who had turned up so unexpectedly yesterday afternoon. Now, finally, he came face to face with Jamie’s daughter.

“Mademoiselle,” he bowed low. Up close, he saw her eyes really were the exact replica of her father’s. Fergus offered her his arm and then walked with her down to the riverbank. “Your mother must be so happy that her letter reached you in time.” He felt her startle at his words.

“Her letter?” Her brows rose up in puzzlement.

“Oui, when we realized the Artemis had landed in the Colonies, well, you can just imagine how excited we all were that providence had flung us upon the very shores where she had raised milord’s long lost daughter.” Fergus looked sideways at her.

“Oh. Well yes, I was raised in Boston, but when she decided to go… back to find Jamie, I wasn’t able… that is w-we decided that it would be too difficult a trip for me to make with her not knowing exactly what she would find, if it was even him… A. Malcolm. So I stayed… behind.” Brianna told him. “I, uhm, actually was in Scotland when I found out my father was stateside… er in the colonies. Aunt Jenny told me where to find him and I came as soon as I could. My mother doesn’t even know I’m here yet.” She told him, looking away under the scrutiny of Fergus’ soft brown eyes.

Her hair, he couldn’t help but notice, had been restyled in a looser, less formal way and he could see every shade of red, glinting in the sun.

“When Marsali asked when we could expect your arrival, Claire became upset and so we-- Ian and I, you have met him? Milord’s nephew?” Brianna nodded toward the long whipcord thin teen sitting on the veranda. “Ah, well, we thought maybe there was something -- some kind of ailment that you were suffering from? But I can see for myself you are hale and whole. Then milord explained that milady was upset because you were bound for France and they thought perhaps you had left already and she wouldn’t be able to send for you in time. Such a sad turn of events. And now, here you are, la petite étoile!”

“The little star?” Brianna’s high school French was good enough for simple translations.

“Oui.” Fergus gave her a genuine grin of warmth and love. “Do you know much about his life after Culloden?” Bree shook her head. “That is just as well for it was not much of a life. He was ill for months after and then lived in a cave for many years.”

“I have seen the cave.” Brianna blurted out. “When my mother left, we arranged for me to live with friends for a few months and then go to… France.” She said hesitantly, feeling her way through her story. Fergus waited patiently, observing that she did not share her mother’s glass face for he was uncertain how much of the tale was true and how much she was making up on the fly. “But it felt so wrong, her being back with Jam— Da, I mean, and me so far away that I — I set sail after she left, hoping to find her. I was too late to catch you in Edinburgh, but I made it to Lallybroch and met everyone there. They told me a bit about him… Da.” She spoke, shly, in that strange accent of hers and he could tell she wasn’t practiced at calling Jamie “Da” for the word sounded new on the tongue.

“Then you know a little of what it was like for him. The confinement and isolation?” Fergus asked and when Brianna nodded again, continued. “I was the link between him and Lallybroch, transporting game he caught to them and books and fresh greens to him. You know, the only time I heard Jamie speak your mother’s name after Culloden was when I would bring him a basket from Mistress Murray’s garden?” Brianna shook her head, suddenly the Dunbonnet wasn’t a story in a book. “Claire told him he would keep his teeth in his head so long as he scrubbed them everyday and ate his greens. I would make the trip at dusk so the redcoats wouldn’t find the path and follow me. Sometimes we would sit on top of that mountain just outside the cave after it was dark and look up at the sky. Milord would find the brightest star and pray for you and your mother. Many, many times I would overhear him talking to the two of you. He called you his wee bairn in fever dreams when he didn’t know I was with him. But other times, when we sat together at night, he always called you his petite étoile as he looked for you to appear in the evening sky,” he told her. “We thought you were both dead.” He added softly, “And there were times I truly thought the pain of it would kill him.”

Brianna looked stricken, a shudder of recognition went through her. His brows rose up inviting her to answer his unspoken question. She smiled a little. “I thought Daddy-- uhm, the man who raised me?-- was my father. I didn’t know she’d been married before but sometimes when we went camp-- uhm-- travelling... my mother would stargaze and she would get this peaceful look on her face. I don’t think she ever forgot him, Da, I mean.” Brianna’s face was flushed a little. Ah, more like her mother than he thought, or maybe she had yet to learn how to wear her mask as well as milord.

“Well, no, how could she have? For that matter how could he have forgotten her? And now that they are together once again, the two of them are like newlyweds-- for all that they just celebrated their twenty-fourth wedding anniversary! Theirs is a rare kind of love, so wonderful to see them back together after all these years!” Brianna’s confused expression finally registered.

Fergus could’ve kicked himself, how would she know what her mother was like with milord? He realized to his surprise just how few people there were that had known what they’d been like in the time before… before Culloden. Then, again she’d been spared the sight of them in the depths of despair when they both thought all was lost between them.

Fergus’ memories of Paris came fully to his mind. How lost milady was after Faith, how desperate and raw milord seemed upon his arrival at Fontainbleau. Brianna didn’t know Jamie well enough to understand the depth of his feelings for his family… for the child he just met or for Claire. On top of that, he’d unwittingly insulted the marriage between Claire and her second husband, a man whom Brianna had clearly loved very much.

“Oh, pardonne-moi, I am usually not so gauche.” But she smiled at him, he was relieved to see.

“It’s okay,” she said, using an expression Fergus had never heard. Ohkay - he committed it to memory. “So you come from Paris?”

“Oui.”

“How did you meet my father?” she asked.

“Ah, at the brothel, when I was picking milord’s pocket.” Fergus laughed and noticed Brianna smiling awkwardly. Milady was so worldly, Fergus hadn’t been mindful of the fact that she would have raised Jamie’s child to be modest, a lady. “Not that milord was there for that!” He rushed to reassure her. Thank God, Brianna hadn’t found them in Edinburgh, what would she have said upon finding Jamie had moved her mother into his apartment at Madam Jeanne’s? “His job took him there in the company of Tearlach, whose tastes were rather more… base.” Fergus added.

“Can you tell me about my mother and Da, what were they like, then?” Her eyes were alight with interest.

“Oui! Your mother was the most unusual lady in Paris! She was a rare healer-- feared and loved in equal measure. They called her La Dame Blanche and your father knew everyone who was anyone in the city. He was welcome at Versailles. Imagine it if you will-- he was on intimate terms with the pretender to the Scottish throne and King Louis! He had a camel, in his gardens, did you know?” Fergus was off and running and he knew he sounded exactly like the little orphan Jamie had rescued from the streets in Paris, but he didn’t care.

Gone was his customary air of sophistication and calm, warming to his subject. He was hoping maybe he could smooth the way between Jamie and his daughter as a small measure of repayment for the life he had been given. So he told her, not caring whether he sounded like a babbling fool, not worrying whether she could see through his soul to the lost, scared child he had been.

They were his parents, in a way, too and he wanted her to understand a little of their hearts, a bit about the Frasers of Paris and Lallybroch and he didn’t think there was anyone else who would tell her these things, who could tell her these things.

How her father looked in a puce velvet suit with a sword and dirk tucked into his belt walking around the streets of the city like he owned them; or milady in the most shocking red silk dress Paris had ever seen, wandering the shops looking for rare curatives, speaking like a native born. He was the only one left who had see milady’s strong, capable hands ruling the infirmary after a fight, or milord side by side on the battlefield with Murtagh. No one else had walked in the dark and light with them as he had.

He’d been the one who had tried to care for milady when her heart and child had been ripped from her body. It was he who changed milord’s bandages and begged him to live one more day, just one more, after all had been lost. So he told her, everything he could think of in that one short afternoon as they walked along the river. He held her as she cried for her sister, Faith, and for the time they had all lost.

When she was done, Fergus stroked the hair back from her face and smiled at her, for he was also the only one who had loved them unconditionally in the time before and the present time, who watched every moment of shattering heartbreak reversed in a second upon miladys arrival at the printshop mere months before.

“Your parents, Brianna, they are the best people I have ever known. Both have the gift of treating people with kindness and dignity--- be they beggar or royalty--- it makes no difference to them, and yet they are fiercely protective of those they love. To them, words like honor and duty, loyalty and family have true meaning. Your father would sacrifice everything again to know you were safe and loved and happy. Now that you are here, you will come to know him, as he knows you.”

“How can he know me?” Brianna asked.

“Because he was with you every single night of your life, Brianna. He looked to the heavens waiting until he saw his petite étoile. You have always been his guiding light.”

#outlander fanfiction #otheroutlandertales #mod abby #ch: fergus #ch: marsali #ch: jamie #ch: bree #canon compliant #book: DOA #missing moment #oot #*

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McTavish & Beauchamp | Blood of My Blood

Happy 275th Anniversary Jamie and Claire!

Chapter 1: Firsts | Chapter 2: Decisions | Chapter 3: On the Road | Chapter 4: Behind Closed Doors | Chapter 5: Proposals

Chapter 6: Blood of My Blood

Claire and Jamie’s wedding, June 16, 1743. Inspired by the book/show version. My version of Outlander.

My first marriage had been quite spontaneous. Frank and I had been on the way to meet his parents for lunch when he stopped me in the street, turned me to the courthouse and pointed.

“What? But your parents are waiting?” I replied, not entirely put off by the idea of a court house wedding but it was all rather quick.

“So let them wait.” Frank had said, taking my hands in his. “When they meet you, I shall introduce you to them as Mrs. Frank Randall.” He smiled and I blushed.

We were married that day and I thought that was it. I thought I would be married to Frank for the rest of my life.

I suppose if you think about it I still am married to Frank or will be married…

I lay in bed thinking about my nuptials to my first husband and how in a matter of hours I would have a second husband. James McTavish. Well I still didn’t know his real name, he told me he would tell me today.

Looking over at the man laying beside me, I blushed. A Bride and Groom weren’t supposed to share their bed before the wedding, that bit was supposed to come after the vows were said. Jamie lay on his back with his arms folded across his stomach, I watched him take deep breaths in and out and couldn’t help myself as I leaned over and placed a soft kiss against his lips.

He woke slowly, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks as I pressed into him.

“Sassenach, I dinna think we should… ye know… before the weddin’” Jamie tried to push my body back off his but failed and I straddled his hips as he sat up, arms encircling me.

Jamie kissed me for a long while, we were in no hurry, the sun wasn’t up and I didn’t need to be dressed for hours.

I resigned to not have sex with him, a good Scottish Catholic man he still was and Jamie felt he didn’t want to disrespect God by sleeping with me before the wedding. However we had already slept together multiple times and I felt not a smidge of disrespect.

“I suppose you’re right.” I kissed his jawline. “They say it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.” I kissed the spot just under his ear and he squirmed underneath me.

“Do they?” His voice sounded distant, like his mind wasn’t really focused on a coherent conversation.

I reluctantly crawled off his lap and stood from the bed, arranging my shift so it covered me properly. Jamie almost whined from his spot on the bed.

I raised my eyebrows at him from across the room, “It’s you who said we ‘shouldna sleep together before the weddin’”. I laughed and picked up his kilt that had been left in a pile at the foot of the bed.

Jamie sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Ah Dhia, how am I supposed to wait to bed ye lass, when ye stand there and I can see right through ye’re shift.” He bit his bottom lip and squirmed uncomfortably in the bed, I just knew he had a cockstand.

“And people will know we’ve already consummated the marriage to be if you don’t get out of my room Mr. McTavish.” I smiled and hand him his kilt and shirt which he took and stood from the bed.

My eyes lingered between his legs, his cock twitched and I looked away, scared I might cause him to suddenly pounce on me. Not that I would have minded…

Once Jamie was dressed, he crossed the room to where I had been leaning against the wall watching him dress. “Sassenach,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist, “I’m no’ marryin’ ye just to keep ye safe from Randall… but that is a big factor.”

I let my hands settle on his firm arse, giving it a gentle squeeze. “And why are you marrying me then?”

He kissed me then, his mouth warm and soft, “I have a few reasons” He grinned, “Which I shall tell ye once we’re married.” Jamie pressed his lips against mine again, I never wanted him to stop touching me. But I knew he had to leave, the next time I would see him, we would be getting married.

“Goodbye Mistress Beauchamp, I’ll see ye at the altar,” Jamie smiled and gave a small bow, turning to leave and shut the door behind him.

I sank down into the bed and put my head in my hands. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ…. What was I going to wear?

I shoved that thought aside and lay back against the pillows. There was no point in worrying about something I couldn’t control. Dougal had told me all the arrangements, including my dress, would be dealt with before the ceremony.

The door creaked open sometime later and a large, short woman came in.

“Time to get ready lass.” She smiled, her eyes kind and comforting. In her arms she was carrying a large heap of material, what I assumed to be my wedding dress.

I stood shakily from the bed, my palms sweating as she helped dress me. First the corset, the bodice tied together with a long line of laces in the front. Then the bumroll I had grown familiar with wearing tied around my waist and next the first layer of the skirts.

There’s no telling where they found a dress like this on such short notice, the fabric was thick, a darker grey on the outside of the dress with a strip of lighter grey running down the middle. It was adorned with stitched silver leaves and vines all over the skirts and bodice and had thin white sleeves that cut off midway on my forearm.

Since my first marriage was so spontaneous, I obviously not bothered with a wedding dress, marrying Frank in the outfit I had been wearing that day.

Once the kind woman whose name she told me was Fiona, had me all tied in to the dress, I dared a glance into the mirror and found a woman staring back I didn’t at first recognise. The woman in the reflection was beautiful, her curly hair piled atop her head with loose strands curving around her face. The dress she wore fitted her nicely, showing off just enough cleavage.

The woman also looked very much in love.

I was in love with Jamie. Who knows when I would admit that to him or be able to say it out loud but in my head and in my heart I knew that I felt love for Jamie. This strange Highlander man who had been kind to me, this man whose virginity I had taken, this man that I would spend the rest of my life with.

A knock tapped on the door and before I could respond to say “Come in”, in rushed Dougal, Murtagh and Ned Gowan. They muttered their approval of my appearance and I thanked Fiona for helping me.

My heart began to race as Dougal led us downstairs, the small tavern we were staying in was quite some distance away from the church I was to be marrying Jamie in. Ned took one look at my pale face and held his hand on my elbow, holding me steady.

“Nothing to worry about my dear, this shall be over before you know it.” He smiled reassuringly and we walked to join Jamie who was already waiting at the church.

Everyone must be thinking that I didn’t want to marry Jamie… well, everyone except Dougal, whom I had actually admitted to wanting to marry Jamie.

With each step closer to the church, to Jamie, I felt as if my fate was being sealed. Now was the time I could stop this, turn back and flee to the stones. Forget this all every happened and try to move on with Frank, live a quiet normal life.

But I didn’t want a quiet and normal life. I wanted whatever life I was guaranteed to have with Jamie. With all of the chaos of the last few months I had grown quite fond of him, it wasn’t just the sex, even though that was enough to make me want to stay here in this time, it was the connection I felt to him. I felt as if I was always supposed to know Jamie, to have his heart beat with mine.

I looked up, blinking my eyes against the shining rays of the sun and found him standing there at the entrance of the church. A Highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight - no matter who the Highlander is. Jamie was breathtaking. His thick red-gold hair had been swept off his forehead and he wore a fine lawn shirt, tucked in to a brilliant crimson and black tartan that blazed against the more subdued MacKenzie green and white tartan.

The flaming wool, fastened by a silver brooch, fell from his right shoulder in a graceful drape, caught by a silver studded sword belt before continuing its sweet past neat claves clothes in woolen hose and stopping just short of the silver-buckled black leather boots. Sword, dirk and badgerskign sporran completed the rest of his regalia.

Jamie knew he looked fine, his face shining proud, he swept a deep bow, one hand over his heart, “Ye’re servant, ma’am” his eyes glinted with mischief.

“Are ye mad, man?!” Dougal spoke to Jamie, his hand pointing to his crimson kilt. “What if someone sees ye?”

Jamie grinned and cocked his brow at Dougal, “You wouldna have me insult my wife, now, would ye? Besides, I hardly think it would be legal, did I not marry in my own name. And ye want it legal, now, don’t ye Dougal?” He flashed a smile to me and I pressed my lips tightly together, forcing laughter to stay in.

I thought it sweet that Jamie had somehow managed to find a tartan of colours that represented his own clan, wanting to be properly wed.

“If ye’re quite finished,” Dougal sighed and made a movement towards the church.

Jamie wasn’t finished, he reached into his sporran and pulled out a string of white beads. He stepped forward and fastened the necklace around my neck. “They’re only Scotch pearls,” he said almost sounding apologetic, “but they look sae bonny on ye’re wee neck.” His fingers lingered on my neck and Dougal cleared his throat, making me jump slightly.

Jamie slid his hand down to my waist and guided me to the entrance of the church.

“Wait!” I stopped walking and turned to face him. “I can’t marry you.” I said and Jamie’s face was something to behold.

He gaped at me and was at a complete loss of words. Before Dougal could chime in, I finished my thought, “I don’t even know you’re real name!”

Sighs of relief came from all around me and Jamie stepped in close to me, “Oh. It’s Fraser. James Alexander Malcom MacKenzie Fraser.” He pronounced it formally, each name slow and distinct.

I blushed and idiotically stuck out my hand for him to take, “Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp”. Jamie took my hand and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss against my knuckles. He tucked my hand into the crook of his elbow and turned us back to the church.

We stood face to face, my palms were slick with perspiration. When the priest said it was time for the vows, Jamie took my sweaty hands in his firm grasp, I noticed the chill of his fingers and knew that he was nervous too. I smiled weakly, overcome with emotions of disbelief that I was actually doing this and quite honestly, love. The pressure of his fingers on mine increased. I had the impression that we were holding each other up; if either of us let go, we would both fall down. Whatever we were in for, at least there were two of us.

“I take thee, Claire, to be my wife…” Jamie’s voice didn’t shake, he held my gaze, “… to love, honour and protect… for better and for worse…” the words filled my head and my heart. I felt Jamie squeeze my fingers and knew it was my turn now.

“I take thee, James… to have and to hold, from this day forth…” My voice was strong, not a trace of doubt in the mix. “’Til death do us part.” I finished and the words rang out in the quiet church with a startling finality.

The priest asked for the ring and I noticed Murtagh reach into his sporran, pulling out a silver delicate looking ring and handed it to Jamie.

I still wore Frank’s ring on my left hand, something I was not quite ready to part with but I knew the day would come that I would take it off.

Jamie held my right hand out straight, his fingers squeezing mine as he slid the ring on my finger, it fit snuggly at the base. The priest said something else but I didn’t hear, I was fully lost in Jamie’s eyes staring back at me.

I saw a mischievous glint in his eye as Jamie bent to kiss me. I knew he intended it to be brief and ceremonial, for the sake of the small crowd watching at least but his mouth was warm and familiar tasting. I had only last kissed him hours ago but every kiss felt like the first.

I was vaguely aware of Scottish whoops of enthusiasm as Jamie’s hands clasped around my waist but really noticed nothing beyond the enfolding warm solidness, my sanctuary.

We smiled nervously at each other, both thinking of all the time we had spent in bed. I saw Dougal draw his dirk and wondered why. Jamie held my gaze and turned out his right hand, palm up. I gasped as the point of the dirk cut across his wrist, leaving a dark line of blood. There wasn’t time to jerk my hand away as Dougal grabbed my own wrist and cut me in the same motion. Dougal pressed my wrist to Jamie’s and bound the two together with a strip of white linen.

Jamie gripped my waist with his free left hand, I must have looked a bit nauseous.

“Not long now lass, say the words after me.” It was a short bit of Gaelic, two or three sentences. I stuttered on a few of the more hard to pronounce words but managed to make it through to the other side. The linen was unbound and then that was it. We were married. Secretly my heart was filled with peace and joy. I had not know I wanted to be with Jamie in this way, a way so beyond the physical until this moment.

There was a buzz of exhilaration as the small crowd exited the church and stood now on the grass.

Jamie held me to him, his arm secured around my waist and I felt my knees wobble.

“Dinna faint Claire,” Jamie’s other arm came to my back and he held me up with all his strength. I stared down at my wrist and saw a fresh smear of blood soak through.

“Ach, it might’ve been that that made ye weak,” Jamie said, gently touching the white linen covering my wrist. “I should ha’ thought to warn ye about it. I didna realise ye weren’t expecting it until I saw ye’re face.”

“What was it exactly?” I asked him as he wrapped the linen more tightly.

“It’s a bit pagan, but it’s customary hereabouts to have a blood vow, along with the regular marriage vows. Some priests won’t have it, but I don’t suppose this one was likely to object to anything.”

“A blood vow? What did the words mean?” I peered up into his blue eyes staring down at me.

“It rhymes, more or less, when ye say it in English. It says:

‘Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone.

I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.

I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done.”

“That’s beautiful Jamie” I smiled and stood on my toes to kiss him. The other men had left us behind and had already begun the long walk back to the tavern for a wedding celebration.

“We best get back to the others, soon they’ll be pushing us into the bed, makin’ sure everything’s official.” He attempted a wink and his hands cupped my cheeks.

“Little do they know we’ve already consummated the marriage several times.” I laughed, following in step as Jamie led us back.

We managed to scavenge a few bites of food and drink before most of it was eaten by the ravaging Highlanders. I realised I hadn’t eaten anything all day and found that was probably a contributing factor into the nausea and weakness I had felt earlier.

Shouts of encouragement from all the men followed us as Jamie led us up the stairs and quickly pushed me into the room that was now the ‘honeymoon suite’.

“Sorry Sassenach, I’m afraid they willna leave until they know it’s official.” Jamie said, closing the door and coming to stand in front of me.

“Well you can just go out there and tell them we’ve already done it then.” Grinning, I slid my hands up his chest and rested them against his shoulders.

He leaned down to kiss me, alone at last. Now we could have sex without the guilt or fear of being caught. Although, there wasn’t much guilt involved whenever he took me, only pleasure.

Before our clothes landed in a pile on the floor, Jamie pulled back from the kiss.

“Claire… I want ye so much I can scarcely breathe. And to have ye now as my wife,” a low growl escaped his chest and I felt my insides quiver.

“But?” I squeaked out.

Jamie sighed, pressing his forehead to mine, “I canna help but feel that now we’re married… we should perhaps get to know one another… besides how well I know ye’re body.” He patted my bum and I jerked my hips reflexively into his crotch.

“You said it yourself, they won’t leave until they know we’ve consummated the marriage.” I nodded my head to the door, “I don’t particularly want them waiting outside our door all night Mr. Fraser.” I grinned as I said his name, my name.

He quirked a ruddy brow at me and flashed me a wicked grin. “I suppose ye’re right.” His hands now on the ties of my skirt. “We will have plenty of time to get to know each other…” his mouth pressed against my neck, “after we consummate the marriage.” Jamie’s fingers worked quickly, now well skilled in the art of undressing me, he had the first layer of my dress off.

I turned so he could remove the second layer and bumroll. My legs shook as he turned me around to face him. Why was I so nervous all of a sudden? This man had seen me naked several times and been inside of my most intimate places.

Perhaps it was the finality of the day, we were husband and wife, we had made a vow and in Jamie’s eyes and I suppose mine as well, that binded us for life, there was no escaping.

“Let me get the laces” he said quietly, his large hands touching the tops of my swelling breasts. We both giggled as he undid the laces of my corset, the pressure off my chest was almost enough to make me climax right then.

My breath hitched in my throat when the corset fell and the weight was replaced by the warmth of his hand on my breast. Jamie cupped my breast, his touch was tender. I stood in my shift, the remnants of my wedding dress now puddled around my feet.

“My turn.” I said just before he kissed me again. My hands found his belt and pulled it from around his waist, it fell with a clang to the ground.

Jamie’s hands continued to roam over my body, exploring what was now his. I told him to lift his arms and he moaned but I pulled the shirt up and over his head, exposing his bare chest. I couldn’t help but slide my fingers across the expanse of his skin, the coppery curls tickling my own.

“Jamie” I whispered, my nerves clenching my throat. His hands left my body to tug at the kilt still hanging on his hips. His cock sprang free of the heavy tartan, I could see the veins pulsing and wanted to reach for it but Jamie squatted and found the hem of my shift.

Jamie inched up the shift and placed kisses along my pale skin. My calves, my knees, then my thighs. As more of my skin was exposed I felt more of my heart being given to Jamie. He moved to his knees while his hands bunched the shift around my waist, my pussy now level with his mouth.

“Jamie,” I whispered again and he looked up at me then through hooded eyes.

“Sassenach,” he smiled and then pressed his face forward against me. My knees gave slightly as his wet lips met the wetness between my thighs. It took all of what was left of my concentration to hold my body upright. Jamie must have felt this as his hands came behind me and attached themselves to the backs of my thighs.

His curls were soft in my hands as I gripped onto him. My mouth parted but no sound came out as his tongue slid into me. Jamie moved his tongue in quick strokes, flicking it with precision.

“Oh my God, Jamie!” I cried out suddenly, looking down to where he was fast at work. I watched his head move in between my thighs, my orgasm rippling throughout my body, spasms shook me and Jamie gave one last lick before he pulled me down to my knees to join him.

His arms quickly pulled my shift off over my head and he held me close, burying his face into the side of my neck. “Mo nighean donn,” he wound his fingers through my hair, planting kisses along my neck and down to my collarbones. His cock rolled between our stomachs, he was breathless and moaning. He was mine.

“I need ye Sassenach.” Jamie gathered me into his arms and stood, carrying me to the bed, he laid me out, spread eagled.

He looked at my body, his eyes trailing across my flesh, bringing heat to my cheeks and belly.

“Come to me.” I reached out both hands to him and he crawled on the bed above me. “My husband.” I smiled against his mouth as he kissed me, my lips parting in a gasp as he slid home inside of me.

Jamie did not move at first, simply enjoying the feeling of me but when I ran my hands down his back and dug my fingernails into his arse he started to rock into me. A steady back and forth movement, his cock entering me deeper than he ever had before. “Jamie.” I panted his name, desperate to know every part of him.

“Claire.” He moaned my name, one hand reaching up to cup my breast as he rammed harder, faster and deeper.

“Uhhhh Christ!” I let go, my legs shaking, my heart pounding, my head spinning. Jamie now owned every part of me, body and soul. I heard Jamie moan Gaelic curses in my ear, his body collapsing on top of me, his chest slick with exertion.

We lay together, still joined, for some time. My hands began a pattern of slow circles against the small of his back where his spine dipped. Jamie’s breath was warm against my face, his body heat making me clammy but I didn’t want to move.

I heard my stomach growl and so did Jamie. He roused with a laugh, placing a kiss on my nose and rose lazily from me. “I’ll get ye somethin’ to eat Sassenach, dinna leave this room.” He grinned as he stood and picked up his shirt, throwing it on and crossing the room. I brought a blanket up to cover my body before he opened the door, just in case there were any peeping Tom’s wanting to get a look at the new bride and groom.

A loud thunderous applause echoed through the tavern as Jamie stepped out of our room. I blushed and grinned stupidly, burying my face into the pillow beside me. Everyone certainly knew now that the marriage was legal. God.

I was drifting to sleep, a dream of horse riding on the edge of my subconscious, when Jamie came to sit beside me on the bed, a bowl of fruit and a plate of cheese and bread in his lap.

“Mmmm I’m ravished.” I smiled, sitting up and letting the blanket fall. Jamie’s gaze left the food and went to my breasts. He was quite fond of them, to make him forget about food, he must really love them.

That thought made me laugh and I grabbed a piece of bread and cheese and nibbled on it.

“What’s sae funny Sassenach?” Jamie asked me, reaching beside the bed to grab a glass of wine, taking a sip then offering the glass to me.

“Oh nothing,” I took the offered glass, “Just thinking about how much you must like my breasts is all.”

His cheeks turned bright red and his eyes flicked down to my chest. “Och, they’re bonny. I canna get over how they feel so soft in my hands and when I kiss ye’re wee nipples, how they turn so hard.” As he talked about that part of my anatomy, my ‘wee’ nipples grew hard and I brought the blanket up to cover them, suddenly self-conscious.

“No.” Jamie put his hand over mine and pushed down the blanket, “I dinna mean to make ye nervous, I do like them Claire but only because they are a part of ye.” He smiled so sweetly, I leaned over and kissed him.

“Sassenach… if I tell ye somethin’, ye promise no’ to laugh?” He smoothed my hair back behind my ear.

“Promise.” What was he going to tell me, I wondered.

He got a sheepish look on his face, “I didna realise that ye did it face to face. I thought ye must do it the back way, like; horses, ye ken.” It was a struggle to keep my promise but I managed only a small giggle.

“And you only just now brought this up?” I pressed my thumb against his cheek and felt the two day old stubble.

“Well the first time, I didna have time to even think about what we were even doin’ and the other times, ye were so… in charge, I just followed ye. I ken now, especially after those times we lay together that’s no’ how it’s done.” He laughed, moving the food to the table beside the bed and then gathering me in his arms.

“It can be done that way Jamie.” I turned my face to look up at him, seeing the curious look in his eyes. “It can be rather enjoyable in that position.” I felt his cock twitch underneath me and counted the seconds it would take him to have me flipped over on the edge of the bed but he didn’t move. He squeezed me tighter and kissed my forehead. “Later, mo nighean donn, I dinna have the strength just now.”

“What does that mean?” I asked him.

“What does what mean? What I called ye?” I nodded and he moved his hand to grab a piece of my hair in between his fingers. “Mo nighean donn, my brown haired lass.”

“I always thought brown a dull colour.” I almost went crossed eyed trying to look at the curl he held out in front of my face.

“Nah, not dull at all. It’s like the water in a bern,” he twisted the curl, “the way it ruffles down the rocks. Dark in the wavy spots, with wee bits of auburn where the sun touches it.” It touched my heart to know that Jamie had noticed the colour of my hair in the sun, the little details he had picked up on.

“Will you tell me about your family Jamie?” He let the curl drop against my shoulder, his blue eyes staring back into mine.

“Aye, Sassenach. As long as ye tell me about yer’s. There’s one thing I ask of ye Claire… now that we’re married.”

I nodded, “What’s that?”

Jamie held my hand in his and he readjusted my body on his lap, “Honesty. I ken there are things ye maybe canna tell me, I’ll not press ye about it either, ever, but when ye do tell me somethin’ Claire, let it be the truth. I promise ye the same. We have nothin’ between us - save respect and I think that respect has maybe room for secrets but no’ for lies. Do ye agree?”

“I agree Jamie. No lies.” There were things I knew I could not tell him, maybe with time I could but I would not lie to him, about anything.

“Good. Now Sassenach, what would ye like to know about my family?” Jamie settled his chin on top of my mass of curls and laid back against the pillows, my back cradled in his strong arms.

“Everything I guess. Tell me about your Mother and Father.” I laid my head against his chest as he spoke of his family, how his parents met, how he grew up in a place called Lallybroch. He told me stories of his sister Jenny, of his older brother Willie and how he had died. Jamie spoke with such adoration about his family, a family I was now a part of. He was a born storyteller, regaining tales from his childhood and about his time spent in France.

I returned the favour and told him about growing up with my Uncle Lambert. I had to edit a few details out of course, the time difference being a major secret that I was keeping from him but managed to get the major points across. My parents had died when I was very young, leaving my Uncle to raise me. He was an archaeologist and I spent my childhood and early teens traveling with him.

At one point while I listened to a story of Jamie’s I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember was him tucking a blanket around me and pulling my body back against his.

We came to each other hours later, hands seeking and finding. This time we joined in a slow passionate embrace, we lay on our sides as he slid his cock into me, our legs intertwined. Our bodies rocked back and forth, hips moving.

There was a current of electricity that ran between us. An energy that pulled me to him and him to me. As I held my new husband in my arms, his body connected to mine, I knew that this was it for me. If I died tomorrow, I would die happy. For I have loved a man such as Jamie Fraser and he has loved me in return.

#mctavish and beauchamp #jamie fraser #claire fraser #claire beauchamp #jamie mctavish #mclairefras #AO3 #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #curlsgetdemgurls #jamie and claire wedding #my tale of events #yall know its steamy #OKAY THIS IS SUPER LONG #LIKE THE LONGEST ONE BUT THATS OKAY RIGHT

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gotham-ruaidh · 4 years

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Happy 5th Birthday, Modern Glasgow!!

When I published the first Modern Glasgow AU ficlet on this day in 2015 - never would I have expected to still be writing about our favorite Frasers 5 years (and 119 chapters) later!

Thank you so much for loving this story as much as I enjoy writing it!

More to come!

Catch up here (tumblr) and here (AO3). Or click behind the cut for all ficlets in chronological order:

Jamie departs for the airport

Jamie meets Claire on the plane

On the plane, Claire tends to Jamie

On the plane, Jamie comforts Claire

Jamie introduces Claire to Murtagh

Jamie tells Murtagh how he feels about Claire

Jamie and Claire’s first breakfast together

Claire breaks up with Frank, exchanges “I love yous” with Jamie - one day after they meet

Jamie and Claire get engaged - one day after they meet

Murtagh, Jamie, and Claire celebrate the engagement - one day after they meet

Jamie and Claire discuss having children - one day after they meet

Jamie and Claire wake up together for the first time - two days after they meet

Jamie and Claire enjoy Glasgow together - two days after they meet

Jamie and Claire discuss whether she will change her name / Jamie watches Claire get ready for work - three days after they meet

Claire tells Mrs. Fitz about her engagement - four days after they meet

Jamie and Claire get ready for their wedding

Jamie and Claire’s wedding - four weeks after they meet

Jamie and Claire’s wedding night

Jamie and Claire attend the hospital benefit - one day after their wedding

Jamie and Claire enjoy the day after the hospital benefit - two days after the wedding

Claire shares a story about Uncle Lamb - about one month after the wedding

Claire shows Jamie her swimsuit - six weeks after the wedding

Jamie meets Laoghaire; Claire gets possessive - about 3 months after the wedding

Jamie and Claire attend a Christmas party, and he gets all possessive - about 6 months after the wedding

Claire sees Frank again - about 6 months after the wedding

Claire takes *those* pictures of Jamie - about 6 months after the wedding

Jamie takes *that* video of Claire - about 6 months after the wedding

Jamie and Claire’s first Christmas - about 6 months after the wedding

Claire finds Annalise’s letters to Jamie - about 6 months after the wedding

Jamie reads a poem to Claire - about 7 months after the wedding

Jamie and Claire’s first Valentine’s Day - 8 months after the wedding

Jamie and Claire fight at the club - 8-9 months after the wedding

Claire tries (and fails) to make dinner for Jamie - 9-10 months after the wedding

Jamie and Claire return to Lallybroch - about 10 months after the wedding

Jamie and Claire get their “C” and “J” tattoos - about 1 year after the wedding

Jamie and Claire celebrate their first anniversary - 1 year after the wedding

Jamie has difficulty in bed - about 1 year after the wedding

Jamie and Claire have a terrible argument - about 1 year after the wedding

Jamie reflects on his love for Claire - about 1.25 years after the wedding

Jamie reassures Claire when she’s stressed - about 1.5 years after the wedding

Claire meets up with Vi Baird - about 1.5 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire celebrate their second Christmas - 1.5 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire are propositioned - about 1.5 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire take their second airplane trip - 2 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire decide to visit Dr. Joe Abernathy - about 2 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire visit Dr. Joe Abernathy - 2 years after the wedding

Claire has a girl’s night with Louise, Jeanne, and Malva - 2 years after the wedding

Jamie has a guy’s night with Charlie and Stefan - 2 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire realize they miss each other - 2 years after the wedding

Jamie tells Claire about his great-grandfather - 2 years after the wedding

Claire tells Jamie she is pregnant with Faith - about 2.5 years after the wedding

Claire has a nightmare - about 2.5 years after the wedding

Jamie takes pictures of Claire’s belly - about 2.5 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire talk about names - about 2.5 years after the wedding

Jamie is not amused that a pregnant Claire is working so much - about 2.5 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire get a scare during a prenatal check-up - about 2.75 years after the wedding

Murtagh meets newborn - very preemie - Faith Fraser - about 3 years after the wedding

Jamie, Claire, and preemie Faith share a quiet moment in the hospital - about 3 years after the wedding

Faith’s belated (and surprise) baby shower - about 3 years after the wedding

Claire realizes she is pregnant with Brianna - about 3.25 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire have a silly argument - about 3.5 years after the wedding

Frank (unknowingly) visits Jamie at the printshop - about 3.5 years after the wedding

Claire graduates from medical school - about 3.5 years after the wedding

Jamie reassures Claire after she gives birth to Brianna - about 4 years after the wedding

Claire tells Jamie she is pregnant for the third time - about 5 years after the wedding

Jamie encourages a very discouraged Claire - about 5 years after the wedding

Claire helps out when the emergency room is attacked - about 5.5 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire meet Fergus - about 6 years after the wedding

Jamie tells Claire he visited a strip club - about 6 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire send a postcard to the girls - about 6 years after the wedding

Fergus settles in to life in Glasgow - about 6.5 years after the wedding

The Fraser bairns read a bedtime story - about 6.5 years after the wedding [note - written by the lovely Mod E!]

Jamie and Claire dance at Murtagh and Suzette’s wedding - about 6.5 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire have an emotional long distance conversation - about 6.5 years after the wedding

Murtagh comes to the rescue after a frazzling night - about 6.75 years after the wedding

Brianna - and Jamie & Claire - celebrate “Kiss A Ginger Day” - about 7 years after the wedding

Jamie is badly injured in a car accident - about 7 years after the wedding

Jamie recovers from the car accident - about 7 years after the wedding

The wee Frasers bring Claire breakfast in bed - about 7.5 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire enjoy Edinburgh - 8 years after the wedding

Jamie is tired from trying to get the bairns to bed - about 8 years after the wedding

The Frasers meet Aunt Jocasta - about 8 years after the wedding

Jamie, Claire, and Fergus care for sick bairns - about 8 years after the wedding

Claire has a disastrous movie night with Geillis - about 8.5 years after the wedding

Murtagh, Suzette, and the bairns have tea - about 9 years after the wedding

Jamie stays home to take care of sick bairns - about 9 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire get sick - about 9 years after the wedding

Jamie tucks the bairns into bed - about 9 years after the wedding

Claire breaks her arm - about 9.5 years after the wedding

10-year anniversary - 10 years after the wedding

An eventful day at an amusement park - about 10 years after the wedding

Faith’s dance recital - about 11 years after the wedding

The family attends Bree’s shinty game - about 11 years after the wedding

Claire realizes she’s pregnant for the fourth time - about 12 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire tell Murtagh she is pregnant for the fourth time - about 12 years after the wedding

The Frasers enjoy a quiet night full of Doctor Who at home - about 12 years after the wedding [Note: Written by the lovely lenny9987!]

Claire tells Faith the facts of life - about 12 years after the wedding

Jamie quits his job at the printshop - about 12 years after the wedding

Fergus finds *that* book - about 12 years after the wedding

Julia Fraser is born at Lallybroch - about 12.5 years after the wedding

Claire runs into Frank at a garden party - about 13 years after the wedding

Jamie and the bairns go grocery shopping - about 13 years after the wedding

The Frasers go blackberry picking - about 13 years after the wedding

Claire has an accident - about 13 years after the wedding

Brianna tells Jamie about Harry Potter - about 15 years after the wedding [Note: written by the lovely writtenthroughtime!]

Jamie brings home Rollo - about 15 years after the wedding

Claire *enjoys* Jamie’s new boots - about 15 years after the wedding

Julia brings home Adso - about 17 years after the wedding

A visit to the National Museum of Scotland - about 17 years after the wedding

Jamie receives a surprise in the mail - about 18 years after the wedding

Fergus and Marsali share some news - about 19 years after the wedding

A visit to Glasgow’s Kelvingrove Museum - about 19 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire get a late-night phone call - about 19 years after the wedding

William Fraser repents - about 19 years after the wedding

The Frasers ask Brianna about her scarf - about 20 years after the wedding

Jamie catches Brianna and Roger - about 20 years after the wedding

Faith and Brianna go to a school dance - about 21 years after the wedding

Murtagh and the bairns arrange a surprise renewal ceremony - about 21 years after the wedding

The whole family visits Forget-Me-Not Farm - about 21 years after the wedding

More from the visit to Forget-Me-Not Farm - about 21 years after the wedding

Jamie, William, and Julia walk the Lallybroch fence - about 22 years after the wedding

Jamie and Claire visit Fergus and Marsali in Glasgow - about 22 years after the wedding

Julia finds items from the ‘45 during a dig - about 23 years after the wedding

Jamie waits for Julia to come home from a date - about 27 years after the wedding

#modern glasgow au #outlander #outlander fanfic

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