#outlander fanfiction outlander fanfic jamie and claire fanfic

[christiwhitson]

To my bewilderment and alarm, the woman placed the infant in a hollow portion of the tree that offered minimal shelter from the chilly night air, and although I couldn’t see her expression, the strangled sob that escaped her made my heart clench. I was even more astonished when she retreated quickly, leaving her child alone.

I opened my mouth to object, but Jamie pressed a finger to my lips and shook his head, gesturing toward the woman as though imploring me to wait until she was well out of earshot. Agitated, I pushed his hand away and rose to my feet, intent on retrieving the child, but he shadowed the movement and held me in place.

“Nay, Sassenach,” he whispered urgently. “She’ll not ha’ gone far, and ye dinna want to be seen interfering in such a thing.”

“Interfering in what?” I hissed. “Child abandonment?”

“Nay. ‘Tis a changeling. She only wants her bairn back.”

I stopped trying to wriggle out of his hold and frowned up at him, a chill trickling down my spine.

“Changeling…”

“Aye. Folk say when the faeries steal a human child away, they leave one of their own in its place. It doesna thrive and grow as it should, so they leave the changeling in a place like this in hopes their stolen child will be returned.”

I sighed and looked back at the tree, casting a silent spell to detect human presence. The charm didn’t reach far enough to register the young woman, but it should have given some indication of life near the large tree. But it didn’t. I sank slowly back to the ground, my eyes still fixed on the hollow of the tree and the bundle of blankets I now knew did not conceal a child at all.

“That’s not… what this is. Not really.”

[fraserstanclub]

WIP Wednesday

I think I should be doing this so that I keep myself accountable for writing on a regular basis. It is my dream, after all, to become a full time published author 😊

Exceprt from Sutures Ch. 9: Rumors, Part 2 [SPOILER ALERT IF YOU HAVEN'T READ CH 8]

Alice put on what Jamie could only describe as a “thinking face.” After a few seconds, she answered, “oh aye! He kept saying something about horrible headaches and gripping pains in the belly. He would be sitting at the supper table and seem to struggle with holding a fork, as if he’d never been civilized before!” Jamie was watching both Alice as she talked, and Claire as she listened. He watched Claire’s face change with some kind of revelation the more Alice went on about Obediah’s last days on earth. “What could all this mean?” Alice finished with a heartbreaking sob, and Jamie fished a wee square out of his pocket to hand to her. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose before trying to give it back to him. He waved a hand in refusal, indicating that she was welcome to keep it.

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[lara-frasers]

A fight for love and glory

Chapter 8: No Faith

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[dianaforever]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall, Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser Characters: Claire Beauchamp, James Fraser, Frank Randall Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Developing Relationship, Blackmail, Forbidden Love, Father-Daughter Relationship Summary:

Imagine: Claire and Jamie do not know each other until they meet in London ten years after the Rising. Claire is married, and Jamie has a daughter.

[selkieleevike-tropelibrarian]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Geillis Duncan, Mary Hawkins Randall, Lord John Grey, Thomas Christie (Outlander), Quentin Beauchamp, Original Male Character(s), Ian Murray, Laoghaire MacKenzie, Geneva Dunsany, Frank Randall, Angus Mhor, Jenny Fraser Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, sloowest of burns and pining, Fuck Frank, Re-enactment, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, but 18th Century re-enactment, Verbal Abuse, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mental Instability, Scotland, Loch Tay camping grounds, no but really fuck Frank!, POV Multiple, Claire is nurse on the battlefield, Swordfighting, Sexual Tension, Smart Is The New Sexy, Selkies, many references to pop culture and literature, office culture sucks, Corporate slave, Claire's mom is alive but not canon like, Mentions of Myth & Folklore, the posh Randalls!, The Gathering, Jamie is smitten with scolding Claire, Red Jamie, some Bridgerton level tension

  Summary:Claire who hates her depressing office job and has a troubling relationship goes to a re-enactment festival in Scotland where she meets arrogant cheeky playboy Jamie, but is all as it seems? Can Highlands ease their tortured souls?

Chapter XI - Shoot to Ignite 

Last time in Re-enacting Life: Claire finds herself at an intellectual and literal sparring match with Red Jamie and they are both hungry for more. This time: Jamie and Claire finally have some time to talk at the shooting range where sparks fly and emotions run wild.

[walkinginland]

when my time comes around

five times Jamie Fraser nearly dies, and one time he does canon-compliant 5+1 for Outlander part of my hozier song fics series; this one's based around "Work Song" aka the most JamieClaire song ever written.

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Boys workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

Jamie Fraser is almost twenty years old the first time he truly comes near to death. Now, there had been no shortage of foolish boyhood accidents, and the illness that took his brother from him had not left him unscathed. But he is almost twenty years old, barely more than a child, the first time that he stares into that darkness, and feels it staring back.

The last few days have been a blur interspersed with sharp moments of startling, scarring clarity. Anger and shame and hurt and fear. He can’t comprehend how he had gone from pitching hay in Lallybroch’s fields to laying in a prison cell with his back flayed open and a burning infection creeping up his spine and into his limbs.

The fort physician has been kind, at least. Had let him cry, had set his hand gently on his shoulder, and done what little he could for Jamie’s shredded back. He had offered water and a bit of bread, said that it was important for him to keep his strength up. Jamie had taken some water, shook his head at the bread. He can’t imagine holding anything in his stomach when his whole body feels so hollow, carved out as cleanly as a hunted animal.

The physician’s best hadn’t been enough to prevent infection or erase the memory of the last time he saw his sister’s face, but it was something. He had handed him a worn out book, a worn-thin Bible with the smudged ink of fear-dampened hands.

“Here you are, lad. This belonged to another prisoner, but I reckon he knows the truth of it now better than any of us here do. Mayhap it’ll bring you some comfort.”

Jamie lays on his stomach on a creaking cot in a prison cell, trying to calm his spinning mind any way he can. He blinks at the tiny print of the Bible from an awkward angle, head tilted to the side and book resting on the edge of the cot, and tries to turn a page without pulling the muscles in his back. He had had no idea that the tips of his fingers were connected to the back of his shoulder in such an intimate way, but he is learning it now with every twitch in his hand.

He's not sure he is actually reading any of the words in front of him, couldn’t tell you which book or passage he has open before him. He could do without the chastisement of Saint Paul. Perhaps one of the Prophets, calling out doom and hope in the same breath. It feels fitting, somehow.

He steers far away from the whipping of Christ. Some things feel far different from a prison cell than they do in the pews in kirk of a Sunday.

His fingertips feel numb and the words in front of him blur, from tears or exhaustion or just the poor typeset and smeared lettering, he can’t tell.

The fingerprints and tear tracks that lived on these pages long before he opened them won’t judge him for the drops that find their way out of the corners of his eyes.

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[lady-o-ren]

FROM THE EDGE OF THE BLACK SEA

After a deadly confrontation with the Laird and Warchief of Clan Mackenzie, the last son of Lallybroch goes on a frantic search for his one true love, praying he isn't too late . . .

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Jamie's found his runaway heart in the ruins of an old abbey by the sea.

He swings his long leg from off his great stallion's back and crosses what's left of the crumbling stone archway to the back where the wall of the abbey has collapsed.

Claire sits there amongst the rubble and weeds with her knees pulled up to her chest, transfixed by the rhythmic rise and fall of the black ocean waves. Was she longing for them to sweep her away?

Jamie couldn't bear the thought of losing her, even as guilt gnawed away at his guts for being the one to have selfishly brought her to this savage place.

For failing to keep her safe.

He can see the bruises on her neck with the lifting of her long dark curls by the cold misty wind and can only imagine what other marks hide beneath her cloak and crumpled dress, making his blood burn black with rage.

As if she's heard the mad thrashing of his heart, Claire looks over her shoulder and her eyes that could bewitch a man into giving up his soul widen in a burst of golden surprise.

"You idiot!" She cries to Jamie's horror. "You damned stupid fool!"

Seizing a rock, Claire hurls it at his head, followed by another and another after that. She then attempts to run when Jamie makes a move to grab her and becomes trapped against his chest.

"Let go of me!" She shouts, jerking violently in his arms wrapped ironclad around her.

"Sassenach! Claire! I'm not here to hurt ye!"

"Let go of me, damn you! Let go!"

The desperation in her voice tears at Jamie's very soul making his arms drop like lead at his sides.

Claire stumbles forward but doesn't run off like he feared she would. Instead she turns to face him, glaring fiercely, with her breath coming out in hurried white puffs around her flushed and freckled cheeks.

"Why did you follow me?" She demands.

"Why the hell did ye leave the castle wi'out telling me? Surely ye must've kent I'd search night and day for ye," Jamie fires back, shuddering with frustration and exhaustion from his tireless pursuit of her.

"It doesn't matter why. You weren't supposed to follow me anyhow." She waves her hand to the trees beyond them that blanket the hills. "Now Dougal will send the entire clan after us thinking you've betrayed him. "

"He won't. I made sure of that," says Jamie, voice cold and unrepentant as the tide crashing against the cliff side, eyeing her bruised throat.

Claire clasps her hand to it.

The same one she slashed Dougal's face and bare chest with in the shadows of her bedchamber, drawing blood that she can still taste like poison on her lips.

"You didn't have to - he didn't -"

Blood rushes to Jamie's face, furious as a thundercloud.

"I did what needed to be done to protect ye, Claire. "

"Jamie, that's all you've ever done for me. That's why I didn't tell you about Dougal. I didn't want to put you in danger."

"You think I care about myself? He hurt ye dammit!"

Jamie slams his fist against a standing stone.

"The one I've waited all my life for. Who holds the whole of my heart . . ." He takes a step closer, voice low and thick with passion. "The one I love."

Claire takes a step back, not daring to believe. Her voice a quivering whisper.

"You can't mean that."

Jamie fixes her with a searing blue gaze and says -

"Have I ever lied to ye?"

The tears come hot and fast down Claire's cheeks and Jamie does his best to thumb them away, lifting her face that's ethereal as a star in his big hands. Oh, how lovely she is.

"Since when?" She murmurs tearily. "How long?"

"From the moment I gave ye the breath of my body while you struggled for air on the shore, when ye weeped in my arms for what was lost to ye that first night at Leoch, my heart and soul have belonged to you. Even in death when I'm nothing more than dust in the wind and far beyond the hereafter, my love for you will never waver." He rests his brow against hers, bowed as if in prayer. "This I promise you wi' all that I am. Will you have me?"

Claire reluctantly pulls away and looks up at his face beaming with devotion she's never known, could never dream of, hands grasping at his chest.

"More than anything I want to say yes -"

"Then say yes!" Jamie sings, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth as he says so, clutching her waist to his.

"But the clan -" Claire pleads, cupping his stubbled cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. "They'll kill you because of me."

Jamie lays his hand on her wrist, feeling her pulse throbbing hard against his palm and squeezes it.

"My uncle had many enemies and a great many of them are drinking to his death right now not knowing who gave their laird the final blow nor caring. And as for us," a shy and hopeful smile illuminates his face that gives Claire's heart an ache so sweet. "They'll think we've eloped just like my mother and father did. That damned fool James Fraser, they'll say, bewitched by his silkie bride."

And then there's no longer a need for words or even air as Claire once more takes Jamie's breath away, this time with a joyful, heavenly kiss.

//

Backstory: Jamie finds Claire on a rocky shoreline thinking she's a dead seal. But when the seal starts to move he thinks there's a pup trapped inside. He slashes the belly open and out comes Claire. Bloodied. White as bone. And her first gasp of human life leaves her choking and breathless hence Jamie giving her the breath of his body so that she may live.

Also I couldn't think of a better name for this drabble nonsense so I went with the first thing that popped into my head. The song by The Cure - The edge of the deep green sea. That song has a totally different vibe than what's conveyed here but damn what a great song.

Forgive the stupidity of the drabble pls

[adsosfraser]

Chocolate, churros, scarves, and princesses

A modern au one-shot of Jamie and Claire

“Claire, mo ghraidh, mo Sorcha, I love ye so verra much-” Jamie gulped, the bob of his throat catching Claire’s eyes. “Will ye-”

The yes was on the tip of her tongue. And she was hoping more things would be on the tip of her tongue after an enthusiastic yes and vigorous round of celebration in their flat.

The light of the candle flickered in his blue eyes, darkened by the ambient lighting of the restaurant. His hand reached to hold hers, unsatisfied with just holding the one. She hadn’t felt a hard imprint in his pants or his suit jacket when they were pressed up against one another earlier, well other than the one she was intimately familiar with for almost two years now. But there was something about tonight. It was their first anniversary. Well, officially. Her cheeks flushed the entire day with thoughts of their more than adequate remembrance of it that morning. Being almost twenty minutes late to her shift was well worth it. There was a ring somewhere. She was sure of it.

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[liusaidh-writing]

Story Update Coming!

So, I will have one new chapter of Do No Harm up TONIGHT! (It'll be Chapter 9)

If you want to refresh yourself and re-read the whole thing, or maybe just the last chapter, it's over on AO3! > > >

** Please read the warnings that go along with this story. It's a rather dark one and I don't want to catch some innocent reader unaware. **

This story contains, violence, threats of violence, drug use, criminal activity...and will eventually include sexual content...it's a wee bit of a slow burn.

So...keep a lookout for the new chapter that'll go up tonight (no later than 12 AM US Eastern time)

[treasurethelittlethings]

WHICH WILL IT BE — JAMIE X CLAIRE❤️

CHAPTER 8: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37252006/chapters/103253463

[onlytomyhusband]

Caught in a Storm

A canon divergence where Jamie and Claire weren’t forced to consummate their marriage. They dance around their feelings and desires until…

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35889274

[christiwhitson]

“Was it how ye thought it would be?” he asked quietly, and Claire returned his lazy smile.

“It was better. Intense and… consuming.”

“Aye. But I didna ken if that was because of the magic or if everyone felt that way.”

“I don’t know.” She hummed thoughtfully. “The few times I heard my schoolmates discussing it, their accounts never sounded this… profound.”

“I was afraid it would hurt you,” he admitted, watching her expression carefully.

“If it did, it passed so quickly I scarcely noticed.”

Jamie relaxed and resumed his study of her body for a minute or two before another question crossed his mind.

“Is it normal to do it face to face like that? I grew up on a farm, so I always just assumed…”

“Um… People can do it that way too. And a number of other ways, from what I’ve heard,” she replied, clearly struggling not to laugh.

“Oh, aye?” He eyed her with interest and leaned in to taste the skin just beneath her ear. “Perhaps we’ll try a few… And maybe invent some new ones.”

[fraserstanclub]

Sutures

Chapter 7: The Signs Are There

It's a race against time to save Jamie's life, and he's got some things to say to Claire about it.

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Ronnie and I galloped as fast as our horses could take us back to the Ridge. It would be some time, since I was already a few miles outside of Fraser’s backcountry lands. In the meantime, I had shouted my questions about Jamie’s condition to Ronnie, but I don’t think he heard me because he kept repeating “Aye, he’s in the woods!”

When we finally rounded the corner and raced up the path that led directly to the Big House, I was off Tabitha in a flash, unfastening my medicine box from the side of the saddle. I turned to see several men hauling something towards the stairway that led to the front doors of the house.

I got closer, and my heart stuttered in my chest.

“Easy, lads, easy!” called a burly man with a bushy beard and a worn straw hat from the head of the makeshift stretcher. It appeared to be the remnants of a canvas tent, but pulled taut to hold his weight. “Dinna be droppin’ Himself or there’ll be hell to pay!”

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[lara-frasers]

A fight for love and glory

Chapter 6: Part I - Faith: Bliss

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Chapters: 19/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Murtagh Fraser, Jenny Fraser, Ian Murray, Quentin Beauchamp, Brian Fraser, Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall Additional Tags: Some Violence, Falling In Love, Making Love Summary:

We begin in 1743 Scotland. Gypsies have kidnapped Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp and her uncle Lambert Beauchamp. She is forced to wear trews and perform bawdy songs in villages to gain her uncle’s freedom. Jamie has just returned from France. He and Murtagh are on their way to Lallybroch after receiving a pardon. They stopped in a village to eat at a pub when Jamie heard a unique voice ringing true and clear. He walks to the area where everyone is clapping and yelling for the Sassenach.

[selkieleevike-tropelibrarian]

💫Re-enacting Life 💫

An Outlander fanfic about re-enactment festival in Scotland and finding self-worth and love.

Chapter XIII - Sanctuary

Last time: Claire had to deal with Frank and Tom who tested her resolve and strength.

This time: Claire and Jamie both find sanctuary in the stables and agreements are made, stories shared, comfort found. This chapter has a bit of everything! A hint of steam.