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queenstormbornn · 6 years

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Outlander 4x13 SEASON FINALE SPOILER ....

okay ... so I just watched the outlander finale and overall it wasn’t my favorite but it wasn’t bad either.

1. really missing LJG in this episode.

2. did we really think the Mohawks were going to hand over Roger that easily?

3. I love how Claire always looks dirty lol.

4. loved the story of the time traveler. didn’t think he would’ve been killed by his own so I found that interesting.

5. I didn’t realize Claire was wearing the stone because I didn’t think it meant that much to her???

6. Jamie and Claire can never do a rescue mission and it turn out successfully. Hello? Wentworth Prison? Both times.

7. um ... Jamie ready to make amends with his daughter if that means taking the place of Roger. Dad goals?

8. Claire’s desperation of losing Jamie again nearly broke me. We haven’t seen them have a lot of emotional moments between one another this season — as everyone complains about — but god, you could feel the love, passion, chemistry, and desperation in that one scene.

9. Ian sacrificing himself so Jamie and Claire can be together and Jamie can finally be a father (in person) ... Ian, I love you. You’re making me cry. Seriously Ian is like a son to both Jamie and Claire.

10. Top notch acting between Sam, Cait, & John Bell but especially between Sam and John.

11. Roger beating Jamie ... uh. I understood his anger, but wailing on Jamie. I did not like it. But props to Jamie for taking it.

12. Claire, step in now. We understand how hard this is for her watching her man get beat and all but, I would’ve stepped in after one punch and been like alright. Enough.

13. Claire telling Roger. Superb acting. Richard really is talented. Showcasing the mixed feelings Roger feels. Relief, anger, sadness, heartbreak, disgust, etc.

14. Jamie — your protectiveness needs to tone down just a bit. Claire, scolding him cracks me up but annoys me too. She’s always been a voice of reason for Jamie. A bit too clichè writing for me here.

15. Roger — you have to think about going back to Brianna?? Granted the kid might now be yours but you love her. If you had to think about going back — do you really 100% truly love Brianna as much as you claim?

16. Murtagh and Jocasta — I ain’t hating it. Murtagh needs some action. He deserves it. Let him get it. Besides they’re cute.

17. Brianna, you going to drop that kid on the floor by how you’re squatting! Also, cute how Murtagh was standing outside the door. Was really hoping LJG would be there too.

18. Baby’s cute. Weird to see Brianna as a mom now & realize Jamie & Claire are grandparents.

19. Where is Fergus and Marsali? I miss how cute they are. Those damn dorks lol.

20. (Forgot about this part — to lazy to go back and change the numbers so I’m adding it here). Loved the bonding moment between Murtagh & Brianna. Murtagh always looking out for Jamie. Girl, we done knew you forgave Jamie. Now tell him, he’s desperate for your love and approval. Let him give that to you.

21. Jamie and Claire arriving. Brianna not seeing Roger. Claire telling Brianna they told Roger everything and the heartbreak and realization that Roger doesn’t want her because of what happened to her ... SOPHIE YOUR ACTING SKILLS KILLED ME .. I was crying with you. I’ve been in similar shoes.

22. Claire holding baby J. Seriously tho, why didn’t Claire give baby J to Jamie? Writers, explain????? For me, that didn’t make any sense. Yet, babies are weird and maybe the baby (actor) wasn’t having it with Sam holding him? That’s a reason ... but highly doubtful. Everyone loves Sam.

23. Claire and Brianna having a mommy/daughter moment.

24. Can we not have a daughter/dad moment? Where Brianna tells Jamie all is forgiven and she loves him. Again, writers? Explain?

25. Awkward family dinner. Murtagh? Jocasta? care to explain this new romance? Spill that tea sis.

26. Oh hey, Brianna. Glad you joined. Also why would Brianna sit between Jamie and Claire? That was weird. Clearly when there was an empty seat next to Murtagh.

27. Claire & Jocasta are fine now. That’s cool I guess.

28. Brianna packing in front of the window ... sad song montage like in Mamma Mia? No? You’re missing a real opportunity here.

29. Oh here comes LJG? Nope, damn. It’s Roger.

30. I do like Roger, I promise, but LJG ...... I mean, we can change that part of the book? Erase Roger’s storyline and have Brianna and LJG fall in love .. I mean ... the actors have mad chemistry and I love some family drama. Da, mom, I’m in love with a man who’s in love with Da but also loves me ... it’s a great story to tell the future kids ... right? Too soon?

31. Brianna running to Roger had me laughing.

32. My thoughts while Roger and Brianna were hugging and kissing, “dude he must smell so bad and his breath ... he probably hasn’t brushed his teeth in so long ...”

33. Also, don’t really like the fact they had them kissing and Brianna all over Roger. In the books, she was a little skittish towards him ... which is understandable after what happened to her. Correct me if I’m wrong? But I get the writers wanted to add that “finally” moment.

34. Redcoats!! LJG IS HERE .... oh crap, Murtagh! Did LJG rat him out? **pulls up my sleeves and takes out earrings** Murtagh is that magic of season one and two. I will riot if anything happens to my precious bean.

35. If he’s running to the slave quarters, can the redcoats not see Murtagh running across the fields?

36. Oh it’s for Jamie. Oh god, is it war time?

37. .... KILL MURTAGH. Bitch, hahaha. Yeah, right.

38. Oh that’s the end? That wasn’t really a dramatic, cliffhanger ending. I kind of wanted like a flash forward timeline of six months where Roger and Brianna were working on their relationship and healing. Marsali and Fergus there with their child. Omg baby play date!! Jamie and Claire looking over their children and talking about how this is home and how much love is being surrounded by them, etc.

39. (Forgot to add another thing) loved Ian proving his worth to the Mohawks. His little proud smile. He’s a man. Jamie would be so proud of him. He’s like a damn puppy dog.

Overall: had a few complaints, but it was alright! Not my favorite season finale, or episode but it did okay.

Again, too much hate already been spread around here and on Twitter. I agree with two things,

1. Get new or add more writers who understand the thing that makes outlander, outlander is Jamie and Claire’s relationship and though, I didn’t have a problem with the lack of sex, I did feel like their relationship was a little dull this season.

But again, we have a lot of new characters that are becoming main characters.

2. Maybe have Claire stop treating Jamie like a child at times and actually sticking up for her man. I get it, it’s Brianna, her daughter, but it’s Jamie and I hate to say it, book Claire loved/loves Jamie more than Brianna and there’s nothing wrong with putting your husband before your child.

Maybe do that next season? Have Claire show her love for Jamie ... and add the “does it bother you that I don’t say it (I love you) much? Because I do, I do love you Jamie, you know that right? ” “Aye, but I’d like for you to say it more,” scene next season.

Thoughts?

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inmyfxith · 2 years

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Get-together

Pairing: Lord John Grey x wife!reader; Claire Fraser x daughter!reader

A/N: Here, Brianna never met Lord John + There will probably be a part 2.

Warnings: None

Words: 1k8

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Comfortably seated on one of the marble benches that decorated the large garden of the estate, you were facing an idyllic landscape straight out of one of Camille Corot's paintings. This inner reflection made you smile softly because in the time where you were now, this talented French painter had not even come out of his mother's womb yet. Time was frozen around you, the wind was blowing extraordinarily little which made the air dry but nevertheless not very stifling. The birds had fallen silent for a second and nothing could have made the moment you were living more soothing. You had been waiting for this time to come for a little over two years, two years in which you had gone through hell after making a decision that you could have avoided.

Emily, your maid, and great friend had run from home to bring you the last letter your husband sent from Wilmington, North Carolina. On one of his many trips, Lord John Grey had visited, as was his custom, one of his dearest friends, James Fraser. After exchanging a few small talks, John had the pleasure of talking about his recent marriage to a young woman whose appearance left no doubt about her Gaelic origins.

His words were well-chosen, sweet without being too suspicious in case someone from the outside intercepted the letter. Out of guilt for leaving you alone so often, he sent you regular letters that you took immense pleasure in answering. However, this time there was something about the way he wrote that was different from previous missives, as if something was haunting his mind. In fact, you did not know it yet, but John had just met your exact look-alike. That is why, instead of his usual little comments about the people he had met, John had written a paragraph asking you to join him in Wilmington with William. It seemed clear then that his more than singular experience with his friend had planted a seed of doubt in the Lord's mind.

And so, just a few weeks later, you and William had set foot in the indomitable city of Wilmington. The trip had been long, and more than a little unwarranted, but you were glad to have arrived in one piece. On the docks, amidst the dozens of red coats and fishermen, Lord John stood straight, his benevolent smile on his face as if he had spotted you before you even stepped off the boat. William had been the first to greet him before you approached him in turn. Out in public, you and John were trying to maintain a normal couple relationship, and unlike in your day, which did not mean holding hands on every ride or kissing every time you met. Your relationship was very conservative, and therefore highly respected by other British noble couples.

Relieved to see you off the boat, John gave you a few days in Wilmington to gather your strength before traveling to Fraser's Ridge.

On the way to James Fraser's lands, you, John, and William were playing a card game that had not yet been invented, President. Placing down your last card, you had just won the game and, to titillate John's gambling spirit, you had leaned over William's shoulder to observe his play. Waiting for your approval to lay down a card, the young lord finally laid down his last card in turn.

"That, young man, is called cheating." Seeing John's disappointed look at his defeat, you could not help but let out a small chuckle. Letting your gaze wander through the small window of the carriage, the first cabins quickly made their appearance. The few farmers and other settlers turned to look at you, or at the imposing carriage that they were not used to seeing. In an almost childish way, you waved and smiled at them, but their reaction was not what you expected. Instead of responding with a nod or simply ignoring you, the farmers' faces closed. Frowning, the expressions they returned to you seemed to be a mixture of incomprehension, doubt, and denial. Touched by their attitudes, you sank into your seat before closing the small curtain to hide the window.

"I thought the Scots were open minded people."

"They are not all like that. Besides, there's no doubt that once they meet you, they'll fall under your spell."

Taking your hand in his, John maintained eye contact. His gaze was soft and reassuring, as was the smile on his face.

"You really are impossible not to like." He knew better than anyone how to play with your emotions so that it was rare that you felt uncomfortable when you were in his presence. That was one of your husband's main qualities.

How you met was more than unusual. Two years earlier, you had emerged from the standing stones of Craigh Na Dun, Scotland, not really knowing what you were looking for. Unprepared, the redcoats quickly caught up with you after their authority in the area intensified. A woman, whom you did not know, had made accusations of witchcraft against you. A trial did take place, but it was not very fair. Witness after witness were brought before a judge who had already made the decision to burn you alive before you even entered the courtroom. However, as the cruel judgment was about to be handed down, a man, with one of his legs missing, raised his voice and, in an inexplicable way, had managed to bribe the judge to have you momentarily cleared. It was then that John had entered the scene. As a favor to the man who had saved you, Helwater had quickly become your new home and it was to silence the gossip that John had decided to make you a true English lady.

The carriage stopped in front of the imposing and rustic home of the Fraser family. Information about them was thin and came only from what John had told you. He was a Scotsman whom your husband had met when he oversaw Ardsmuir Prison and she was a talented doctor, which for the time you found very impressive. John was the first to step out of the carriage, then it was William's turn to appear before the proud Jamie Fraser.

Hidden behind a large hat adorned with French lace, you emerged from the vehicle with the help of John whose arm had been used for support. You were now facing your host. Clearing your face, your gaze met that of the owner of Fraser's Ridge whose face did not hide his astonishment.

"Brianna? I thought you were with your mother." His reflection chilled your blood, as much as the voice that emerged from behind your carriage and sounded so familiar.

"It's nice to see you again, Lord John. I..." It was impossible for you to believe, not after all that had happened to you in the past two years. And yet, there, stepping forward to position herself beside her husband, your mother seemed just as shocked as you were.

After a moment of hesitation, during which no one really dared to speak, you fell into each other's arms, your eyes filled with tears. When Brianna appeared, it only took John a few seconds to realize what was happening. The reunion with your family was particularly emotional, and while Jamie and John were discussing matters of some importance, your mother and sister had decided it would be a clever idea for you to take a walk and have a more intimate conversation.

Holding your mother's arm, she asked you a bunch of questions about why you had come to North Carolina.

"You mentioned the stones circle and, since we were in Scotland, I wanted to see it with my own eyes." Attentive to your words, Claire sat on a tree trunk to make sure she did not miss anything of your story.

"When I arrived, it was as if the main stone were calling to me, as if I was drawn to it and couldn't pull back. And I ended up touching it." Your way of speaking was calm, clear as John had taught you.

"Scotland was hostile, and no sooner had I set foot in Inverness than I was arrested for witchcraft. A picture of my face was plastered all over the city and one woman claimed loudly that she had seen me act like one.” Hearing what you had to say, Brianna lowered her head as if she felt guilty about something. Because it was not you the woman was accusing, it was Brianna. However, your faces and mannerisms were so identical that she had not bothered to see your differences. You then continued your story, trying not to leave out any details. And you concluded by talking about John and Helwater. This place had been the perfect place for you to adapt to your new era because of its location away from the city centers. And it was simply to remove the doubts that had arisen in John's mind that you had accepted the trip to North Carolina.

After much discussion, the sun had finally set, and you had returned together to Claire's house where Ms. Bug had prepared a room for you and Lord John. Contrary to your habits at Helwater, Lord John insisted that you share a room, claiming that he did not want the house cleaner to have extra work. He needed to be reassured about what had just happened. Facing a wall, and unable to lie to him any longer, you went into an endless monologue about why you never told him that part of your family was in North Carolina.

Sitting up in bed, knees pressed together against your chest, your eyes were focused on the fire that was warming the room. Throughout your tirade, John had not bothered to look at you. He was standing in front of the fireplace, and as he did not respond, a form of anxiety began to take hold of you.

"I know this story sounds insane, and I will totally understand if my place at Helwater was taken away from me..." John suddenly looked back at you, his eyebrows were furrowed but he did not seem angry.

"There was never any question of taking anything away from you. Just understand my position, a few months before I showed up here and your sister's looks caught my eye." He did not believe you, at least his doubts were still relatively present and visible. Letting out a deep sigh, he came however to lie down beside you. "Now I know why I like you so much." Sometimes you snooped around John's office when he was abroad. Most of the time it was just to borrow his letter opener or use his pens. However, one day you came across one of the letters he had wanted to send to a certain J. Fraser but never had the strength to do so because of the contents of the letter. So, you thought that John was not happy with you and that a woman, elsewhere, was the reason for his repeated trips. But it was not so, for several months you had been jealous of... your own father.

#outlander #outlander imagine #outlander imagines #lord john grey #lord john x reader #claire fraser #claire randall #claire beauchamp #claire fraser x reader #brianna x reader #brianna mackenzie #brianna fraser #jamie fraser x reader #james fraser #jamie fraser

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littlecrabbs · 2 years

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*incoming rant no one asked for*

Pls take what I say with a grain of salt bc I’ve only watched what’s up to date in the TV show, I haven’t read much of the main book series/the recent stuff, though I really want to. PS all my ranting can be quelled if I just read some fan fiction LMAO

!Mention of SA!

I think I’m finally understanding why I don’t like the female characters in outlander as much. It’s obvious and Idek how I didn’t realize it but you can really tell just how much stuff the male characters get to do/adventures they get to go on vs what the female characters get to do. It totally makes sense because of the time period but I never thought to stop and think about how it effects the plot. Jamie/John/any other male character is like the driving part of the plot, the women just go where they go. Jamie gets to lead a wine business, work the printing press, be a laird, go to prison, have a hunt on his head, be in charge of of his Ridge, participate in politics, live as a fucking hobbit you name it. And the female character just get to be housemaids and deal with whatever bullshit Jamie brings them into🥲 like where’s the Claire and Jenny teaming up together saving Jamie from his own stupid mistakes like in the first season! That episode was so fun! I feel like they do less of that now. And DONT GET ME WRONG I completely understand logically why the women don’t get to have as much fun, I’m just simply realizing I think that is why the female characters don’t have a place in my heart in the same way the male characters do. It’s because of their lack of freedom to adventure. The male characters just catch my attention more because they really embody the limitless adventure of Outlander. Like of course Claire goes on the craziest adventure out of all of them, but she’s a package deal from the moment she marries Jamie. It’s only like in season 3 for a couple episodes that’s she separated from him (mainly talking about when they’re headed to Jamaica). And once she reaches Fraser’s ridge she has drama between characters but nothing happens that really that thrilling. And just like “hmm I can’t think of anything else interesting for her to deal with so why not have her get assaulted😀👍” like HUH. That’s just so… like omg, pick something else! I know it’s important for her to understand how Jamie felt but Idek it’s not necessary imo. And don’t get me started on Brianna, pls, anyone who really likes Brianna pls comment why you like her because I’m genuinely curious. Because to me I just see her as someone who married a pretty questionable man and got assaulted by a even shittier man. And like that’s not fun bro! She deserves better! Like I love her personality but when it comes to her significance in the story like I struggle to think of anything major. Like what else does she have going for her other than that she’s Jamie and Claire’s daughter. Where’s her adventure? Like yes she girlbossed and killed her attacker good for her but like come onnn I need moree. Like obvs there’s a ridiculous amount of directions Outlander could take, but giving more life to Briannas character would def make me very happy. I guess that’s why fics exist tho🤷‍♀️ I really wish I had more time to read them🥲

*end rant*

#idek #maybe I’m the only one who think this #also don’t mind me complaining as if fics don’t exist out there for a reason #outlander #outlander series #jamie fraser #jamie x claire #brianna fraser #lord john grey #lord john grey series #john grey

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rubadubdub3nunsinatub · 2 years

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Outlander Fandom Survey Results 2022

Done in collaboration with @mistresspandorawritesthings. Thank you to all who participated!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Full Results

187 People responded to the survey 95% of which were women. There were 6 only nonbinary/agender responders and 3 men.

#Outlander #jamie fraser #claire fraser #jamie x claire #lord john grey #outlander fandom survey #outlander fandom survey 2022 #sam hueghan #caitriona balfe #brianna fraser #roger mackenzie #fergus fraser #fandom survey #droughtlander #william ransom

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doyelikehaggis · 3 years

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For the drabble prompt list you posted... literally any of the gender neutral ones could be Jamie/John 🤣 but here's two, you pick your favorite.

27 screams Jamie/John shenanigans 😂

6 is a totally guilty pleasure John/Brianna 😳

Your wish is my command! 😉 Let's start with some Jamie/John shenanigans! (I'm gonna put them both under a 'keep reading' as John/Bree got away from me a little...)

A hand shoots out and grabs hold of Jamie's sleeve, tuggin' him back into the shadows of the big tree they had been crouched behind for ten minutes already.

'This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard,' John says quietly, clearly as a means of talking him out of it. His eyes are as wide as a well. 'Have you actually thought this through?'

Jamie would be affronted by the dig at his intelligence and the implication that he's thick, if it had been anyone else. With John, he knows he's just checkin' that there's nothing that might have slipped his mind. To satisfy him, Jamie takes a moment to ponder it.

Then he says, 'Aye. I have.'

John gives a great heaving sigh. His eyes close momentarily and, while his hand doesn't loosen on Jamie's sleeve, he catches the flicker of resignation on his face. When John opens his eyes again, he gives a sorta shrug.

'Then tell me again what I'm doing?' he asks, sounding much like he'd rather be back at the Ridge, basking in the rare day of sunshine on horseback or even playing a nice game of chess. Not that Jamie wouldn't like to do the same, but this is more important. They always have time for everythin' else later on; John won't have to leave for another three days.

He dives into an explanation of the plan that he concocted less than an hour ago with some help from Roger and Young Ian, both of whom decided to leave the actual hands-on work to him, laughing aw' the weel.

'And...' John falters when Jamie finishes up, still wearing an expression of something akin to bewilderment, 'you are absolutely sure that we can't just... ask the man for this horse?'

Jamie scoffs and gives him the same look he'd give a man wi' two heads upon his shoulders. John's expression twitches, but he brushes it off as distaste for such an ungentlemanly response.

'Shouldna have to. It's a born and bred Highland Pony, anyone can see tha'. And I've asked around about him. Apparently, he's known to import animals from what he thinks to be exotic places, then he doesna even take care of them. Mistreats them, beats them, and he charges a fortune for their meat at the market an' all. He's got at least a dozen Highland cows on that field, all of them too skinny to sell from being starved half-to-death.'

John heaves another sigh, drops his head forward to hang between his shoulders, then picks it back up with considerably more energy. 'Alright. Lead the way.'

Jamie grins brightly at him, and nods eagerly, before taking off from behind the tree. The plan goes almost completely as it was meant to. He nearly takes a shot in the leg but manages to avoid it thanks to John's intervention at the right time, something he thanks him for sincerely as they're hurrying down the field, trying not to be trampled by the cattle.

And now, oh sweet Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, time for an... interesting moment between John and Bree... 😳

Just from the way that Brianna enters the room, closing the door behind her immediately then turning to lean against it with her hands behind her back and a faint smile on her lips, John can take a guess at where this is going. A dozen and one caged birds flap beneath his ribs, sending a ticklish shock throughout his system.

She breathes deeply, sighing on the exhale with a look of utter relief. Every inch of her body seems to relax now. He can't quite tell if it's from finally being free of the social aspect, or from knowing that she no longer has to be in a state of fear. Either way, he's happy to see her without that dark glint in her eyes for the first time since meeting her.

'That was... certainly something,' she says, lifting a hand to her hair as though to run her fingers through it, only to stop short when she remembers the elaborate style that was forced upon her. She groans softly and begins undoing it as she walks forward, still smiling all the while. 'I have to say, I didn't think that getting married would feel so...'

She trails off, shaking her head as she fails to find a right word to describe the sensation. John understands. He has, after all, done this before. And just like then, with Isobel, there's this deep fondness for the girl standing in front of him who he now gets to call his wife, and knowing that simple fact leaves him with an indescribably joyous feeling deep in his chest.

'I know,' he simply says, for fear of embarrassing himself by voicing such a thing. As sure as he is that she, too, would understand and would agree with him, he doesn't want to scare her off with such sentiments too early on.

Brianna smiles at him. She lingers for a moment longer, then she moves to the bed, where her change of clothes has been laid out for her by Jocasta's girls. That change is a soft white shift, of course.

Even just the thought of seeing her wearing it sends a flush of heat up John's neck, and he already has the urge to turn away for further fear of unsettling her. It's not necessarily sexual, the feeling that he experiences, more so that he feels so fondly for her on a romantic level that simply seeing her wearing such a thing is an act just about as intimate as what comes next, at least to him.

'Aunt Jo said that my mum and... dad will arrive tomorrow,' she tells him lightly, her eyes flicking to him at the mention of Jamie.

He clears his throat, ignoring the further flush of heat beneath his skin. The most he can hope for is that it's not too obvious.

Judging by the way that Brianna's smile grows amused, his hope is fruitless. Still, she doesn't appear to mind his reaction, as she continues on.

'I have no idea how they're going to react,' she says. 'I always wanted my mom to be at my wedding, but with how fast we had to rush into this what with the baby coming early, there just wasn't a way to do it, and I...' She shakes her head again. 'I just hope she's not upset.'

'Oh, Brianna, I doubt your mother could ever be truly upset with you,' John soothes, meaning every word as much as he simply means to comfort her. 'If she's going to be feeling badly about anyone upon her arrival, it is most certainly going to be me. I don't imagine she's going to take too well to me marrying her daughter, without her permission or knowledge.'

'Well, at least you didn't marry her husband,' Brianna jokes, shooting him a grin to rival the Devil himself. 'Though, not for lack of trying, I'm sure.'

John gapes at her in disbelief, and that heat has spread to his cheeks. It's hard to feel too ashamed of how open she is about his feelings for her father though as she splits into angelic laughter, having to momentarily stop trying to untangle her hair.

'I feel that many would disapprove of such a conversation on one's wedding night,' John remarks, smiling. 'Hardly appropriate for the event, I would think.'

Brianna rolls her eyes, something he rarely sees a Lady do so openly. There's something so bold about her that drew him in from the first second; perhaps it's in her genetics. That rare Highlander charm, despite not technically being one herself.

'I think that many people would disapprove of our entire situation,' Brianna counters reasonably, 'not to mention us, as both a couple and also individuals.'

John tilts his head. 'You make a good point.'

Seeing her reach back up for her hair, John steps forward. At her questioning glance, he motions to the back of her hair with a slight raise of his eyebrows, and she happily accepts the silent offer. He begins undoing the complicated but very eye-catching hairdo, sliding out a number of things holding it all in place until it begins falling down, one soft wave of copper at a time.

'Since talking about my parents is clearly off-limits for tonight,' Brianna starts again, and he can hear the smile in her voice as well as the second roll of her eyes, 'maybe we should... talk about... you know. What we do next.'

John's breath catches in his throat. His fingers freeze briefly before he forces them to keep going lest she notices and gets the wrong idea.

'Our marriage isn't technically valid yet... right?' she asks, just to be sure.

He has to clear his throat again before answering, then manages to say, 'You're quite right. It isn't. Not until we've...'

'Consummated it?' Brianna suggests, with a quiver of another bout of laughter in her voice, apparently finding the whole thing rather amusing. Or at least the words used to talk about it. 'We have to have sex before we're legally husband and wife.'

'You are an incredibly outspoken young woman,' John remarks, mainly to cover up his breathlessness at hearing it put quite so bluntly. The words are carried in on the gust of wind that stole his breath and returns the swarm of birds to his ribcage. 'But yes, that is... correct.'

He unpins the last section of her hair and gently places the pin on the dresser. She makes a noise of blissful relief and drags a hand through the tresses. It's almost enchanting to watch how it shimmers in the light as she gently massages her probably aching scalp.

'Thank you,' she says to him gratefully, 'I hadn't realized how tight it was pulling me until now. '

'If you want, I can...'

John gives another motion to her head as she glances back at him.

'Oh, it's fine. I need to change out of all of this.' Then she inhales and focuses her eyes purposefully on him. 'You can help with that, though. If you want to.'

The implication is fairly clear. John doesn't speak. He's not sure anything would actually come out if he tried to, anyway, so he doesn't. He simply nods, sure he looks something akin to a fool.

Brianna makes the first move by sweeping her hair over one shoulder, giving him access to the back of her bodice. Dear god.

John briefly casts his eyes to the ceiling with a silent prayer, despite not being a particularly religious man himself. He's sure he's going to need some kind of forgiveness from some being, though, for laying with Jamie Fraser's daughter.

His hands work delicately but rather efficiently. One lace after another, unthreading them through the holes in the beautiful white fabric of the bodice. When at least he's able to slide the entire thing from around her and set it aside on the chair by the dresser, Brianna breathes like someone who had previously had their airways restricted.

'Oh, it feels so good to get that thing off after hours and hours of not being able to breathe properly,' she says. 'Have you ever worn a corset, John?'

The question would usually be a terrifying one to have asked of him, given the implications that may come with even the thought that lead to someone thinking it's a possibility.

But he doesn't flinch or pause, merely smiles and says, 'I'm afraid I haven't had the opportunity, and given what you just said, I rather don't think I'd enjoy it too much.'

Brianna makes a noise most unladylike that widens John's smile. 'No, you probably wouldn't. I can't imagine anyone likes wearing them, unless they're a masochist.’

'What is a masochist?’m' John asks curiously.

'Someone who enjoys pain, specifically when it's inflicted on themself,' Brianna answers.

'Ah. I see.' John goes about unfastening her overskirt. 'I think I may know a very good example of a masochist, then. Though, something tells me he wouldn't be too inclined to wearing a corset.'

'And I thought that talking about my father was inappropriate.' Brianna turns to him, her expression giving away the joke. 'I'm kidding! I'm kidding! You're completely right. Though, he might be more willing than you think. I definitely don't think he'd have to be forced.'

John wishes he had left his answer at three words now; his skin is flaming, so much so that he's sure Brianna can probably feel the heat emanating from him. If that's the case, then the girl has no qualms about playing with fire, as she places her hands over his, stopping him.

He peers curiously at her face, wondering if perhaps all this talk has changed her mind. She's staring at the floor with her lips parted ever so slightly, wearing a strange expression.

'John, have you...' She inhales, and it's a stuttered thing, making her waist twitch beneath his hands. He waits patiently in case she wants to try again, which she does, with more success. 'You've done this before, I presume? It's just, the way you talked before, you made it sound like you had, so I was...'

'I have,' John says, nodding even if she can't quite see him. And just to be sure there's no misunderstanding, 'With women. As you know, I have been married before. Isobel. And, as you pointed out, there are certain things that must take place before the marriage is seen as valid, so... yes, I have.'

Brianna nods and makes a noise in the back of her throat. Not quite the beautiful 'Scottish noise' that he's become accustomed to from her father, but certainly one similar.

Only, the response concerns him. He recalls what he knows. He would remove his hands from her waist at once, only Brianna's own still linger on them.

'We don't have to,' he tells her softly. 'If you do not want to do this, Brianna, then I promise you, I am not going to force you. We can simply lie. No one will know the truth, that we didn't validate the marriage. Our word is enough.'

Why he hadn't thought to suggest that in the first place is lost on him. He should have. He just got so caught up in the wedding, and when she came into the room, he was... well, enchanted.

To his surprise, Brianna turns suddenly to face him. She presses her lips together, and despite the wideness of her eyes, she gives him the smallest smile.

'You... are wonderful,' she says, moving their hands to be clasped between them, shaking them slightly. 'And I would never think otherwise about you. If you're okay with this then... I want to do it properly.'

'Are you sure?' he asks, shocked. 'I implore you to think about this, and be completely sure that you will not come to regret it or are simply forcing yourself to be okay with it out of some feeling of obligation.'

'I could say the same thing for you,' Brianna replies lightly.

John finally smiles back. 'I have thought about it, I promise you.'

Brianna raises her eyebrows. The twinkle has returned to her eyes, making her look full of life and joy, as someone probably should on their wedding night. They both laugh, and the feeling of simply being with her is a pleasant one.

As her laughter slowly fades out once more, Brianna moves his hands up to rest on either side of her neck. She nods, silently answering his initial question. Her every movement is filled with intention and sincerity, and when she kisses him, she does it with a purposeful slowness, to make sure he understands that it is her choice.

When she pulls back to look at him, he nods once more, and Brianna smiles. Her heart is beating away steadily beneath his fingers. There's something incredibly comforting about it.

Brianna begins unbuttoning his coat. Her eyes barely leave his, and she helps him shrug out of it before working on his cravat. When she finally has him shirtless, she reaches around behind her to finish undoing her overskirt then lets it fall to the floor. John helps with her petticoat. And then she's in nothing more than her shift.

Try as he might not to, his gaze moves down, taking on a mind of their own. He hurriedly lifts them back to her face, ready to apologize, but he finds there to be no need as Brianna appears amused by his reaction.

'I thought you said you'd done this before,' she teases. 'You've gone as red as a beet, and I'm not even naked yet.'

Once again, he's struck by her boldness and way of speaking. He tries to laugh but his throat is surprisingly tight.

'You'll have to excuse me,' he says. 'A lady in her shift, even to her own husband, is practically the equivalent to such a thing. And I am, as always, stunned by your beauty. If you do not mind me saying, my lady.'

Brianna hums gently then reaches back out. She strokes a hand down one of his arms. Across his chest. All while he holds his breath for worry of disturbing her, curious as to what her next move will be.

She flicks her eyes up to his and softly says, 'I don't mind. As long as you don't mind me saying that you're beautiful, too.' Her fingers lightly trace a thin white scar running down the side of his neck, her eyes flickering with a desire to ask about it. 'Do I call you 'my lord' or 'my husband'?'

'Call me whatever most pleases you,' he says without pausing to consider his answer, eliciting an impish smirk from Brianna. 'But I must admit, you do have a way of making my Christian name sound anything but plain.'

He's prepared this time when Brianna kisses him. She seems pleased when he responds, and more so when his hands settle back on her waist. Without all of the previous layers, his fingers press into every curve of her skin as though the shift isn't there at all.

In no too long at all, she's pressing him down onto the bed with her positioning herself above him. Her legs gently squeeze his hips on either side right before she finally breaks away, slightly breathless.

'We should be careful,' John breathes, his own laboured as he sits up to help her slip her shift up over her head. His eyes stay firmly fixed on her face the entire time even when he can't see it. 'If you get pregnant, your father will kill me.'

Brianna laughs in a way that would most definitely get her a scolding from Jocasta if she were to hear. Finally, she's free of the shift. John tosses it aside just as she presses her fingertips to his chest and says, 'I would kill you! I've only just had the last, if I'm pregnant again after tonight, I can guarantee I will do the honours myself.'

'Fair and justified,' he agrees. Something crosses his mind at her remark, and he massages his thumb along her hipbone as his eyebrows draw together. 'It has only been a few weeks. Are you entirely sure that you're physically up to this? I would never want to cause you any harm, even unintentionally.'

'I feel fine, and the usual recommend waiting time is three to six weeks.' Brianna shrugs. 'It's been about four.'

'Then I will just be even more careful,' he promises, to which she gently pushes him back down onto the bed.

So, uh... that got away from me. As Dianna said, 'Lord John had other plans.' And clearly, he was very invested in what was happening between himself and Brianna. As am I, apparently! I hope both of them, but especially the last, are up to standards! I'm only just getting a feel for these characters, hence asking for these requests.

#mistresspandorawritesthings #ask away earthlings!#outlander #jamie x john #john x brianna #john x bree #bree x john #brianna x john #jamie fraser #lord john grey #brianna randall

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