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you are my C O U R A G E,  as i am your conscience.     you are my H E A R T,    and i your compassion.  we are NEITHER of us whole,  alone.   //   ind. original character & jamie fraser.

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will ye no’ come back again? // independent, selective, private james fraser from outlander. book based with show influences. not spoiler free. mature themes; trigger warnings may apply. as told by sam; est july ‘17.

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protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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“dinna be nervous.” he takes her hand; he can feel her fingers trembling. 

“i’ve… i’ve never…” she can see the mast of the ship next to them bobbing as it moves with the tide. sailors have loaded their things onto the ship, taking them to their quarters, and the crew has boarded. all that is missing is jamie and neeltje. “this will be the first time i’ll have left my own country.”

“well… i suppose there must be a first time for everything, aye?” jamie ducks his head, pressing his lips to her knuckles. “scotland awaits us, my queen.”

for @vlamkoningin / set in royal verse!

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drunken confession.

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

add your own for further development.

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logicalhealer‌: @logiclaire​

    the sight she has stumbled upon is enough to send any man running for the hills, but claire isn’t like any man. she has seen a lot of the things before ; dead men piling up, limbs that have been blown off, organs hanging outside of places they’re supposed to remain inside on the body. she has helped men die, and written last letters to their loved ones, she has held them still whilst they lost an arm or a leg, and nursed them back from the dead, and yet she is still surprised, horror-stricken even when she sees her friend, bloody and a body with an unmistakable red coat strewn to the side.  

 “     jesus h. roosevelt christ.     ”  claire mutters, and immediately she turns off every bit of panic, boxes up the nausea, and sets to task. like a switch. “     come on.     ”  she gently takes hold of her arm, nudging her away from the sight of the dead englishman. “     go. find jamie and ian. it is going to be alright. you’re going to be fine. we have to… do something about him. were you— ”  her voice breaks a bit before it dies out, and she lets her gaze fall to the ends of her dress. “     did he…     ”  it is a necessary question though it breaks her heart to ask. 

“Did he --”  It took Neeltje a moment to realize what she was being asked, but when she realized it, she gasped.  “No!”  She exclaimed.  “Heavens!  No!  He did not take my body.” 

She fell to the ground.  “--As sick as this sounds,”  Her voice wavered.  “That couldn’t’ve been worse.  I feel just as violated.”

She looked up at Claire now, tears in her eyes.  “--I have committed a crime before God, Claire. You mustn’t tell anyone.   -- I killed him in defense.” 

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oftheridge‌:

he’s half dressed, feeling uncomfortable and foreign in the outfit that neeltje’s father has provided for him to wear. he’s been told that now, as the son in law of the king, he’d no longer be able to wear a kilt, and he hates the feeling of the fabric around his legs. it’s another uncomfortable reminder that he’s here instead of home, on his farm. and to top it all off… it’s his wedding day.

jamie was supposed to be the second son, the one who stays home, marries for love, who’s out of the spotlight… and instead here he is, in a foreign land marrying a woman who seems to enjoy spitting fire at him no matter how much he tries to make nice. he tries but she makes it so difficult for him to find common ground with her.

he’s not expecting her to find him, running towards him like there’s a fire lit beneath her. he turns as she grabs his arm, eyes first on her hands (it’s the first time that she’s touched him) and then lifting to meet her gaze, confusion in his own.

“apologize?” his voice is as confused as his stare.

“Yes,” She says with an absolute desperation in her voice. “Apologize. For all that I have said.  I’ve not treated you fairly.”  She looked down at herself.  “At all.”

Neeltje couldn’t remember the last time she had cried.  She remembered that it had something to do with her father, but she could not recall what it was.  Maybe he had physically hurt her, or yelled at her — called her horrible names.  Regardless, it had been years since she had shed a tear.  But now, she was terrified.  She was about to be married to a man she only knew for days and she had been horrible to him up to this point.

She wanted to sob over this.

“—I have said harsh words to you, I have —“  She swallowed, and let his arm go.  She then turned and commanded that the servants dressing Jamie and that the servants who had chased her leave.  After that, she looked him in the eye once again.

“—My father …and this is no excuse …however, my father has harshly abused me.  I am to be far more open with you than I …want to be.  As far as I know, he has chosen a man for me to marry who will hurt me all the same.  However, to assume that you are a horrid man is unfair.  I — I have acted like my father, and that disgusts me whole-souled.”  Her lips began to quiver.

“I cannot ask for your forgiveness, but please just know that I have prayed to the heavens above, confessed my rage, and I sincerely apologize to you.  — I want to be a good wife …and I do not wish to hurt you any more.”

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          →          stand by my hand,   roger the singer, son of jeremiah mackenzie.   stand by me in battle.   be a SHIELD for my family – and for yours, son of my  h o u s e.

jamie ( main ) and roger ( sideblog ) from outlander. written by sam.

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‘ is ‘no’ an emotion because i feel it ’ ( i'm dead. this doesn't get more claire)

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“How ineloquent of you,” Neeltje teased. “But I have to agree with you on this one, I think.”