#outlander modern au

[littlecrabbs]

I have a Jamie x John modern AU floating around in my head, it needed to be drawn💞

[lord-jen-grey]

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Wednesday 100: First Day

“Smile, lovey!”

Claire snapped a photo of their daughter — red curls turning golden in the sun, her little face beaming — and then took her hand as they walked into the school, she and Jamie with Faith between them.

“Maybe we should hold her back a year,” she murmured futilely as they watched Faith follow her teacher to the classroom.

“We agreed, she was ready…”

“Her backpack is bigger than she is.” And too broad for her tiny frame — one strap kept sliding off Faith’s shoulder. She caught Jamie’s look as he noticed.

“Damn it, Fraser, if you cry, I’ll cry.”

[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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[dianaforever]

Chapters: 26/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall Characters: Murtagh Fraser, Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp, Mrs. Graham (Outlander), Frank Randall Additional Tags: Post-Battle of Culloden, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Season/Series 03, Outlander Season 3 Summary:

On another day perhaps I will have time for regret, but not today, no not this bloody day.

[renee-writer]

A Rescue Chapter 14

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She hesitates to ring him. He has already done so much.

 

“Hello.”

 

“Hi, ah Jamie, I ah… Darn it. I am so glad you are free, ah, aren’t  being charged.”

 

“Me too. It is slightly easier to get past killing someone when you aren’t legally responsible.”

 

She swallows and he hears it on the other end of the line. A type of boldness that has long been buried comes over her. This man who almost gave his own life and freedom to see her free from that monster, needn’t  carry around guilt for it.

 

“James Fraser, you listen to me. You aren’t responsible. He is. His actions led to him being punched. His alone. As for the rest,” she stops and catches her breath, “God took him out.  Natural causes. It could have been just as easily one time he was beating on me, driving down the street, well anytime.”

 

He is stunned by her passionate response. Therapy must be helping. Good.

 

“You sound like my mam.”

 

She smiles. “She sounds like a very reasonable woman.”

 

“Aye, she is. After years of therapy and many visits to church. It sounds like therapy is helping you, as well, lass.”

 

“I am finding my voice. Thank you for that, as well.”

 

How is she to ask him any more favors? He has paid for her barrister, her therapist, and her freedom.

 

“What is it, Claire?” He hears something unspoken in her silence.

 

“I don’t want to ask you for anything else. You have done…”

 

“What is it, lass?”

 

She sighs and plunges ahead. “Do you know anyone who needs a gardener? It is what I really want to do. I need a job. His life insurance is almost… besides I don’t want to rely on him, even dead. I could get a job as a housekeeper but…”

 

“Breath Claire,” he waits as he hears her take several breaths, “I do actually. My mam. Our last gardener just retired. Shall I make introductions?”

 

She feels like weeping in relief. “Yes. Please.”

[aussieoutlanderao3]

Sorry it’s been a while. If anyone’s still interested…

practice.

70

Birth Class.

“Oh, my God. This is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen…”

“Oh, fuck. What is that?”

“Oh, God, is that her guts?”

“Jesus, what just came out of her?”

“Is that the baby? Oh, oh God….”

Birth class didn’t go well.

[atsushis-fangs]

Hamish, after the whole boar incident in chapter 12: your existence is so confusing. North: what do you mean? Hamish: your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me.

@winterwrites23

[liusaidh-writing]

Fate (or something like it)

“I think it was fate,” Claire finally said, leaning in again. This time her voice was serious and soft. Her eyes were glassy, and Jamie didn’t know if it was the drink or emotion, but he placed a hand on hers, feeling the need to touch her right then.

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Hi folks! Back with a small story for you - it’s a small prequel of sorts to A Birthday Dinner. (These can stand alone, however, if you’d rather only read one or another!) I’m calling this collection Country House Frasers and it may be lame but i’m sticking to it. In the prequel, Jamie and Claire meet, Covid hits, and, well, they decide to move out of the city. 

This story contains NSFW sexual content, and depicts the struggles that come with attempting to start a family and not succeeding without some difficulty. I know it’s a tough subject for some, so wanted to let you all know. 

Enjoy!!! 

[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

Chapters: 30/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Fergus Fraser, Jenny Murray, Ian Murray, Sandy Travers, Frank Randall, Quentin Lambert Beauchamp, Ned Gowan Additional Tags: Berlin, The Frasers in Prussia, Germany Summary:

“We only do this for Fergus!” is a short Outlander Fan Fiction story and my contribution to the Outlander Prompt Exchange (Prompt 3: Fake Relationship AU: Jamie Fraser wants to formally adopt his foster son Fergus, but his application will probably not be approved… unless he is married and/or in a committed relationship. Enter one Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp (Randall?) to this story) @outlanderpromptexchange

From today on, I will post one or two chapters of this fic during December until it’s end. And: A new chapter is coming soon!

[isthisclever]

39 Days | Outlander Fanfiction

Ch. 13 // Days 31 & 32

Claire had never been a lucid dreamer. No matter if she was struggling to run through quicksand or hopscotching across turtles over a bubbling orange lake suspended in midair, her dream-self accepted the dream-world at face value, never suspecting it was nothing but mist and fancy.

But standing on the beach after Gillian called her name, half a dozen pairs of eyes lancing right through her, she wondered for one hysterical moment if this was what lucid dreaming felt like: the world’s surreality closing in around her, a frantic need to claw herself back onto safer ground. Her hand itched with the temptation to slap herself awake. She restrained herself. It would’ve been futile.

This was a nightmare, but it was no dream.

She should’ve refused to go along on the reward excursion. Maybe Gillian would’ve picked someone else, someone who actually wanted to enjoy dockside brunch and uninterrupted time with their loved one. But in the moment, dread paralyzed her. It seemed to move her instead of her own will to step forward, meeting no one’s eyes even as their resentful stares bored into her back.

And how could she blame any of them?

The day was incongruously gorgeous, as though the island itself had put on its very best to impress their visitors. A cloudless sky cradled the sun, its heat tempered by a constant salty breeze. Perfect teal waters lay calm beneath their boat; the only white-capped waves in sight came from the wake off the back.

Claire wished she could relish it all.

As the speedboat listed slightly to the right to follow the curving shoreline, Claire stole her first glance at Jamie. He looked much as he had the first time she’d seen him on a boat: tense, and a mottled combination of green and grey. If today had gone how it was meant to—if Lamb were beside her—she’d have teased him about it.

Almost as if he could hear the longing and bitterness of her thoughts, Frank wrapped an arm around her waist. The reminder of who actually stood at her side tightened in her chest like a python squeezing the life from her. She shuddered and stepped out of his reach, bracing herself against the seat several inches away. In the very edge of her periphery, Jamie and Will shifted with identical terse rolls of their shoulders.

She wished she could’ve ribbed him about that too.

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[gotham-ruaidh]

Happy Birthday, Modern Glasgow!

On Halloween Night 2015, I went with a friend to a club. Something I never do. I had a terrible time.

But I’m thankful every day that I went, because that night inspired me to write the first chapter of what eventually became Modern Glasgow - a short story where a modern Jamie and Claire go to a club, get angry at each other, and make up.

With time, the Modern Glasgow universe has expanded beyond my wildest dreams. The fanfiction landscape has changed, as well - back when I published Modern Glasgow in November 2015, there were no other modern AUs. Now there are too many to count.

When I posted the latest Modern Glasgow chapter over at AO3 a few days back, the statistics really struck me.

132,000 words

126 chapters

90,000+ views

Never would I have imagined that my crazy ideas would be so welcomed by so many people.

I am so humbled that you have all indulged me on this journey with the Modern Glasgow Frasers. I’ll keep writing them as long as you want to keep reading them!

So thank you. And if you've got an idea for a story, or a question about the Modern Glasgow universe, or want to know about my writing process...please send it in!

With love and appreciation,

Gotham

(PS - click here to read the stories in chronological order!)

[lord-jen-grey]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Thanks @flyinghome-againstthewind for the ask!!

My 5 fave fics that I wrote.

You know I’m a big supporter of self love 😏.

I have to say O Night Divine would have been on this list, but I don’t think of it as a fic anymore because it’s so much more. Because of that, my 5 faves are pretty easy to come up with. Here we goooooo….

5. The Silver of Moonlight from the Sun, Moon, and Truth series

This story was so natural to write. The series might be some of the sexiest stuff I’ve written (for whatever that’s worth). The main reason it’s such a fave for me is because multiple people shared with me how it helped them open their minds about their sexuality and accept proudly who they are. Fucking incredible.

4. A Thousand Ships from the Tales of James Fraser series

I sat with this idea for 6 months before I started writing it. I laughed myself to tears coming up with the idea, and I laughed typing every fucking word. If I’ve done anything brilliant in my life, it execute this concept.

3. Paved With Yellow Stones

I can’t begin to describe the effort that went into this story. The planning of every minute detail. The intricate plot that could not be deviated from once it was started. It was not easy, and it took a few years of learning to plan and execute complex plot to write something like this. So, yeah, I’m proud of this baby.

2. Like Petals Falling

This story was meant to be a quick and simple palate cleanser after writing a few dark, heavy plots in other fics. How did it turn into something so deeply personal? Well, THE POETRY. Poetry is, at its essence, DEEP and MEANINGFUL. I’ve poured so much of myself into this story in a way I had never done so with any fic before. 🥹

1. Journey of a Thousand Kisses and the 1000 Kisses series.

The intention with this story was to combine my favorite things: obsessively in love Frasers, fucking in the Highlands like rabbits, and building a perfect, happy life. I wanted to write a joyful story that did not require a ton of devastation as the main point of the plot. That’s not an easy feat as a writer. It’s beat into our heads that conflict is vital to good storytelling, and I was intentionally removing so much of that conflict, focusing more on the dynamic between them and resolving a mystery that the readers didn’t even know existed until 6/7 of the way through the story! I wanted people to think it was pure fluff, but then be blindsided by so much more. Then I wanted to do it again with 6 more stories in this universe. I love this series the most, and I love its beginning more than anything.

Do you agree with this list? Do you have another thoughts? I’d love to hear them. 🥰

[clandonnachaidh]

Light Across the Seas that Severed (Ch10)

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For the first time in years, Jamie woke without the dead weight of unsaid things hanging around his neck.

He closed his eyes and savoured the memory of the previous night, Claire’s face twisting in disbelief when he told her to go to sleep after he’d kissed the life out of her, and made a promise to himself that he would keep a level head today until everything had been resolved between them. He almost laughed out loud in surprise at the idea of a resolution to the saga that had been going on for years. And now to have heard it from her lips, to know that she felt the same and that she wanted him too felt almost surreal.

His knees didn’t crack with the same twinge of pain as he left his bed and quickly jumped into the shower, managing to give himself at least a cursory scrub before the hot water turned to ice against his skin which not only meant that Claire was awake but that she was already out of bed. He wondered if she was as nervous as he was and with shaky hands, Jamie quickly switched off the shower and tried not to think about Claire soaping up her body a few steps down the hall.

The thought of her naked and dripping with hot water might have put a little extra speed in his movements as he got himself dressed and made the way to her with the thin excuse of providing his guest with a fresh towel. Just as he quietly snuck into the bedroom and put the not-too-soft towel on her bed, which had already been made beautifully, pillows plumped and all, his eyes caught sight of a bundle that had been unceremoniously dumped outside the door to the en suite.

Without thinking, he scooped the garments up in his arms with the thought that doing a little bit of laundry might take one more small thing off her mind. The idea of it being a rather intimate gesture was lost on him, fingers grasping denim jeans and a linen shirt before he found himself touching lace. A lump formed in his throat as he looked down.

Pale lilac.

The exact shade of purple that he had seen all the years whenever he closed his eyes. The same delicate colour that had so prettily complimented her skin the night that she bared herself to him. The night that ruined him for anyone else.

So lost in his thoughts was Jamie that he hadn’t time to try to look like he wasn’t pawing at her garments when the door opened and Claire caught him red-handed.

“I’m so sorry, Sassenach, I only meant to—“

Claire’s hand raised in supplication as she interrupted him, “Don’t worry about it—“

“No really, I shouldnae have—“

They were both aware of their jabbering on but for some reason were unable to stop. Knowing that whatever came out of her mouth next would be just as useless, Claire snatched the offending item from his hands.

It was then that Jamie realised that she had the tiniest excuse for a towel wrapped around her.

“Christ, I’m sorry! I brought you another towel, a… well, a bigger one.” Jamie gestured to the bed and tried to ignore the feeling of the embarrassment burning the tips of his ears. “Ye’ll be wantin’ breakfast and coffee, I’ll see to it.”

And with that, he practically threw himself out of the room and down the stairs, cringing at the sound of Claire’s quiet giggling.

When she entered the kitchen a few minutes later, fully dressed in a t-shirt and comfortable joggers much to Jamie’s disappointment, she snorted at his inability to meet her eye.

“If I’d known a simple bra was enough to set you off, I would’ve been more careful,” she joked as she crossed the flagstone floor in her bare feet and took up residence on the bench that ran the length of the kitchen table. “Big Jamie Fraser, scared of a woman’s underthings.”

He made sure she caught the rolling of his eyes as he placed her mug of coffee in front of her.

“I am more than acquainted with underthings, just…” he trailed off before he embarrassed himself.

“What?”

“Nothin’. Ye’ll tease me,” he replied, the mischief in his own voice making her smile even wider.

“And when have I ever done something like that?”

Her fake indignation was adorable. Jamie felt his body coming alive, acknowledging the gentle ribbing that had always been so easy between them. And he also recognised the simmering tension that lay beneath it all but this time, he wasn’t afraid of it or trying to hide it. And so he placed both of his large hands on the table and leaned forward, his shoulders rounding out underneath his t-shirt which he was pleased to see had caught Claire’s eye, just as her lower lip was caught in her teeth.

He realised that they had never really flirted before. And realised how much he liked it.

Deciding that teasing her was too fun, he pulled away just the second that she instinctively moved towards him, now looking at his mouth. Claire shook her head with a start when he put the distance between herself, as if she had been surprised by being in his game of cat and mouse. Jamie decided to take pity on her and tell her the truth.

“It wasnae the bra itself. More… the colour,” Jamie cleared his throat before turning back to the stovetop to dish up breakfast, continuing. “Ye’ll think me a lecher but ’tis similar to the one you wore in Amsterdam.”

All the bravado, the confidence that he felt moments earlier evaporated with every second of silence that filled the room. When he finally turned back to face her, he was surprised to see a calmness across her face. Her head ducked as she fiddled with a curl, looping it around her index finger before pushing it behind her ear only for it to spring back to it’s original place.

“That was rather intentional, actually. I did that, over the years. Little things that brought me comfort whenever I felt alone. It was almost like I… well, kept parts of you with me.”

Well, he thought, this is new.

Last night’s confessions had paved the way for the truth to be laid bare in front of the other. It felt like they were talking together for the first time in years.

As Jamie took his seat across the table from her, he yielded, “Aye, suppose I did the same.”

Without shame or shyness, he brought his hand up in front of his body, offering her his palm. She stared into his eyes, not sure of the gesture, but instinctively took his hand in hers, bringing her line of sight down at his open hand.

“What is that? Is that—?”

Her fingers traced over the C that he had cut into the mound of his palm that day on the beach.

“I know it’s a bit dramatic but I think ye ken that about me already, Sassenach,” he grinned wryly, earning a laugh. “I wanted a way to remember you always, to tuck you away in my heart and know that my body would forever be marked by you as my heart had.”

Jamie watched as Claire’s eyes filled with tears, one solitary tear spilling over her lash line and trailing down her cheek. As he went to brush it away with the hand that she still held in hers, she swooped down and pressed her lips to the scar, closing her eyes almost reverently.

The room was silent again but the energy that surrounded them was screaming.

He felt Claire’s tongue leave her mouth momentarily to lave at the wound that had been healed long ago. Jamie immediately stifled a gasp which quickly turned into a groan when he caught the feral look that had taken over Claire’s eyes. Swiping her hand across to clear her path, she practically pounced as her knees hit the top of the table and she moved towards him in an instant, Jamie quickly getting to his feet so that their mouths became level with the other’s before Claire began to devour him.

If he had been the instigator last night, there was no question who was in charge this time round.

Her fingers seemed to have turned into claws that scratched and grabbed at him, pulling at the thin layer of cotton that clothed his upper body and mewling like a desperate animal. Her mouth was open as she panted but kept her tongue firmly against his, not letting the two of them to be separated for a moment. Jamie’s instincts took over and he put his hands on her glorious arse, lifting and pulling at her until she wrapped her legs around his waist and he lowered her against the flagstone floor, covering her body with his own.

She started to grab at her own clothes then, trying to wrestle her top from herself but Jamie’s hands stilled hers.

“Won’t ye be cold, mo ghraidh?” He whispered against her lips.

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m cold. I need to feel your skin.”

“Aye,” he breathed, pulling her up to sit and practically tearing both of their shirts off. His chest was heaving with heavy breaths as he saw her bare in front of him, her perfect breasts that he dreamt about so often. He pushed her back down against the floor so he could take her in, delighting in the pink flush that had appeared over her collarbones as he traced a fingertip across them and down.

He kept his voice quiet and steady.

“Can I touch ye, Sassenach?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Can I kiss ye?”

Her eyes fluttered close as he bent down to ghost his lips over the rise of her breasts, “Yes!”

“Will ye let me love ye, Claire?”

“Yes, yes, a hundred times yes!”

With her enthusiastic consent, Jamie closed his lips around one pretty pink nipple as he slid his hand under the waistline of Claire’s loose joggers, finding her bare underneath. He crushed his head against her sternum with a groan as he found her warm and wet and impossibly soft.

“Oh, Claire,” he whispered as he devoured her lips again, rubbing his finger down the length of her before gently pushing inside, earning what sounded like a sob.

His head snapped up to meet her eyes and he saw that she really was crying. Mortified, he moved quickly to retract his hand but her fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist, keeping him where he was.

“Please, don’t stop! Please touch me just like that, touch me however you like, just please don’t stop touching me! Please Jamie!” she begged frantically.

He felt conflicted in the moment and wanted to stop and talk it through but when Claire began to use the hand that she was still holding onto to rub against, he decided to trust her to know her own body and her own limits. Although he was gentler with his kisses, pouring all the love and respect that he felt for her into every own, letting his tongue slide slowly against hers as he fingers worked inside of her and the base of his palm rubbed against her aching sex. Claire was still crying slightly but he could hear the pleasure that her sobs were tinged with, could see in her eyes that she was close to finding her physical bliss and he anticipated that she would also experience a very strong emotional release.

He wanted to give it to her more than anything else in the world.

“That’s it, my lass, let yerself feel it. Ye are safe and whole and loved. My God, ye are so loved. I love ye so much, Claire. Let me hear ye, pretty lass.”

His words pushed her over the edge and he felt her contract around him with the sharp sting of her nails biting into his skin as she anchored herself to him. The scream that poured from her seemed to ripple its way up her spine, her head pushing against the floor and her back arching to the sky as her mouth hung open, eyes wide.

When her body became slack, Jamie made sure to gather her against himself to keep her from the cold floor. Claire was still breathing heavily but it calmed him to see that there were no fresh tears. Her leopard eyes were glazed and heavy, unable to quite focus on any one particular thing.

Careful not to move too quickly, Jamie got to his feet with Claire still held in his arms and moved through to the living room, gently sitting them both of the sofa and settling Claire in his lap, still skin to skin. He freed one arm from her to grab the tartan throw that hung over the back of the sofa and was amazed to see when she held her hand out for his arm to settle back around her back, as though she could not bare to be away from him for one moment. It was awkward and clumsy but he finally got enough of their bodies covered by the tartan and he felt her muscles relax as her eyes began to close again.

“Lay yer heid, lass. I will be right here when ye wake.”

[adsosfraser]

Chapter Twelve ‘Teach a Lad to Fish’

Jamie woke slowly to a twitch in his nose and a damp, heavy presence resting solidly in the crook of his neck. His blurry eyes cracked open from his deep sleep and half his vision was obscured by the mop of curls responsible for the twitch in his nose. At each exhale from his body and hers, the sharp burst of air directed a minion from the delegation of the brown curly wig to attack him in the form of a tickle. Over the view of his attacker, he squinted at the cave surrounding them, his vision adjusting to the low light illuminating its walls. The fire had been snuffed out over the course of the night, leaving behind it only lingering embers and a small gathering of ash. Fergus wasn’t in his usual crumpled ball of towels and blankets, he wasn’t even in the cave. But, before Jamie’s heart could begin to race from worry, he heard what he thought were sticks suspiciously bouncing off of the airplane metal. The tail acting as the third wall of their shelter. The sound pinged off of the walls and echoed throughout to make the impact sound closer than it truly was.

Where the lad was concerned, Jamie decided it was better not to question things.

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[dianaforever]

Chapters: 9/9 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, Jenny Fraser, Ian Murray, Murtagh Fraser Additional Tags: Vietnam War, Veterans, War Protests, Alternate Universe - 1960s, london 1960's Summary:

We begin this story on 28 March 1967-LONDON in Trafalgar Square. James Fraser is a soldier returning home after completing his tour of duty in Vietnam. Getting caught in a protest that quickly turns violent, He rescues a demonstrator. It's a beginning of a journey he never saw coming.