brianna may

Hogmanay pt.2

A wee snippet of Jamie and Claire whilst the Hogmanay preparations are well under way! Fluff and ALLLLL the feels because it is Monday and we need it!!!

Claire could hear the children chattering amongst themselves as they bunched the juniper and picked off any berries that had been missed, Bree’s accent standing out starkly amongst her cousin’s softer Scottish brogues.

The pot Jenny had left beside her was nearly full with pealed potatoes and the water on the stove had reached boiling. The room was becoming uncomfortably hot and Claire could feel the sweat gathering beneath the cloud of hair at the nape of her neck and trickling intermittently down her neck. She placed a hand against her back, readying for the task of standing upright.

“Alright little one, on three … one … two …”

Claire clenched her teeth and heaved just as the baby pushed a foot up under her ribs. The air went from her in a sharp breath and Claire sat down heavily, giving up on the two inches of elevation she had gained.

“You bloody little … Scot!”

She scowled, arching her back a little to encourage the baby to move, which it obligingly did, coming to rest in a much less uncomfortable position. Claire let her breath out again, this time with a sigh and passed the back of her hand over her brow. She had a few more weeks to go but felt like she was ready to burst. She didn’t remember feeling quite so huge with Brianna, though that may have been in part due to the near starvation she had suffered in the run up to Culloden and then the miserable cocoon she had wrapped herself in after her return to the twentieth century, a cocoon in which she only forced herself to take food for the sake of the baby.

Claire pushed thoughts of that time aside and steeled herself to stand once again. If she simply sat and waited for Jenny to come to her rescue she could be stuck in the sweltering kitchen for quite some time as the Hogmanay preparations were well underway and Jenny was bustling from room to room overseeing it all. Claire had tried to help but her swollen size had made her something of a hindrance to the process and when she had suggested preparing the vegetables instead of stringing garlands, Jenny had looked rather relieved. However, if preparing vegetables was what Claire was in charge of then she would bloody well be in charge of it and no one was going to put those potatoes in the cauldron but her!

She was half-way up when she felt a hand on her lower back and another take a gentle grip on her upper arm. She blew the hair out of her face and looked up into an amused sapphire gaze.

“I can manage.”

“I know.”

Jamie smiled but didn’t relinquish his touch and moments later Claire was on her feet. She raised her finger to wipe the perspiration from her upper lip but Jamie stopped her, catching her hand in his and ducking his head to gently kiss along the bow of her lips, his tongue gently tracing the curve of her smile.

“Ah Dhia! Mo nigheann donn, mo Sorcha …”

Claire lost the last of his words as he buried his face in the curve of her neck

“What was that?”

“I said …”

Jamie surfaced, smiling with the glazed eyes of a man singularly minded,

“That each time I sniff at ye I discover a new wee scent and I want ye more than before.”

Claire sniffed at her sleeve and wrinkled her nose

“I never considered onions and parsnips to be particular aphrodisiacs.”

Jamie’s lifted one springy curl from her collar bone, pulling it gently straight before letting it bounce back into its spiral and inhaling dramatically.

“I can smell cloves, rosemary and a wee hint o’ plum.”

Claire leant forward and sniffed his shirt lightly

“Horses and hay and … what is that?”

“Peat most likely.”

Jamie grinned and waved away the question before Claire could ask it.

“I brought a few blocks in from the shed this morning and changed my shirt but ye ken how the scent clings.”

Jamie lifted the pot of potatoes from the table

“Ye want these in the water?”

“Ye but give them here, I’ll do it.”

Claire reached for the pan but Jamie shifted, keeping it out of her reach

“It’s fairly heavy Sassenach. I dinna ken how many pounds ye peeled but if Jenny is still feeding the pigs peelings, we’re likely to have the fattest hogs in the Highlands.”

“We’re going to have a lot of guests…”

“And food enough to feed generations of them yet to come.”

Jamie grinned and crossed to the fire

“Wait I can …”

Claire began and then stopped as Jamie upended the pan with ease and deftly stepping out of the way of the water that splashed over the sides as the potatoes went in.

“I told you I could do it!”

Claire snapped, feeling absurdly like she was about to cry. She blinked twice and glared at the splashes of water steaming on the flagstones.

“For God’s sake, Jamie! You’ve got water all over the floor! I suppose I have to clear it up, do I?”

She snatched a cloth up from the side and stormed toward the small pool of water but Jamie blocked her path, expression carefully neutral as his hands came up to lightly clasp her shoulders.

“I apologise Sassenach. If ye hand me the cloth, I’ll mop it up for ye.”

His voice was gentle, consoling even and Claire felt the tightness in her chest clench and her throat began to burn. Claire looked around him and saw the gentle wisps of steam rising from the floor a second before her vision blurred.

“No it’s fine … It’s already drying. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“Dinna be lass, I interfered and upset the system you had in place. I’m sorry for it.”

Claire snorted wetly and hastily mopped her eyes and nose with a handkerchief.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so irritable!”

“Nothing. There is nothing wrong with ye, but ye are exhausted and your body feels like it’s betrayin’ ye at every turn. It’s enough to make anyone irritable.”

Jamie’s arms encircled her as he spoke, his cheek resting lightly on the top of her head

“I feel like a fat, silly fool!”

“You are magnificent, Claire.”

Jamie spoke simply, rubbing small circles in the middle of her back

“But upon my word, Sassenach, the smell of ye and the feel of ye against me is makin’ me think verra wicked thoughts.”

“Perhaps you should confess them to me upstairs.”

She murmured and felt the shiver of a thrill run through him

“Confession, eh? Will ye forgive my sins?”

“Eventually.”

Claire allowed the word to fall from her lips and the considerable firmness that has been building against her stomach hardened further.

“Can ye get one of the girls to mind the food a while? I dinna think I can wait for your benediction.”

Jamie whispered in her ear and as he bent toward her Claire imagined a willow tree, tall and graceful, arching as its branches dip toward the water’s surface, reaching until even the petioles and stipules are submerged deeply.

*

It felt like hours but could only have been minutes later, as Claire ran her fingers through the sweetly curling hairs of his chest, she realised that Jamie had done what she could not do for herself, he had centred her.

He had let her play the role of the saviour, dubbing himself the wicked one who was dependent on her for his redemption. He had made her feel wise and beautiful and in control, he had guided her to see herself as he saw her.

“What are ye thinking, Sassenach?”

His voice was heavy with satisfaction and Claire delighted in the small sigh of contentment he gave as she kissed the bud of his nipple.

“I was thinking that you still, after all our years, just let me be myself and how much I love you for it.”

She smiled and looked up as she felt the bed shift to see him propped up on his elbow, looking down at her curiously.

“I fell in love wi’ ye for who ye are Sassenach. I canna see what benefit it could be to either of us if I were to try and change ye now.”

“You might have a wife with a sweeter temperament?”

She teased, stroking the length of his nose with the tip of her index finger.

“I doubt a sweet wee mouse could make my balls fizz the way you do.”

Jamie’s tone was even and as he blinked solemnly at her, his face serene, Claire burst into laughter and laughed until the tears streamed down her face and her ribs ached with the force of it.

“Oh my God! Jamie! I did not expect that!”

“Well neither did I, a sweet wee lad o’ three and twenty and you and older woman takin’ me in hand…”

He was grinning too now, his mirth held back only barely

“It was my mouth actually…”

Claire retorted and the room filled with the sounds of their happiness, of memories and shared knowledge of love and the comfort of one who knows you so very well and they clung to each other until the last of the humour left them when, still smiling, they touched their foreheads together.

“In truth Sassenach, I dinna care what ye do to my balls as long as I get to hear ye laugh like that often and plenty until my dying day.”

Jamie raised her hand, clasped in his own between them on the bed and kissed her skin, just above the warm silver of her wedding ring.

anonymous asked:

what are the admins favorite angst fics? also i love this blog so much thank you brianna and may!

hello my dear! first of all, THANK YOU FOR ASKING FOR ANGST FICS I LITERALLY ONLY LIVE FOR ANGST FICS. you have no idea how excited i was to answer this, ask Brianna. second of all, thank you for loving the blog, it loves you too <3

now prepare yourself for the onslaught of angst fics:

‣ The Still Point (Of The Turning World) by inkingbrushes
this fic. oh my god this fic literally ruined me. if i think of yoonseok i think of this fic. it is one of THE BEST yoonseok fics that i’ve ever read in my entire existence on this planet. anyway, soulmate au, but where yoongi and hoseok go through multiple lives, but only yoongi remembers and hoseok always dies before him.

Amen by Fiathe
hgngdfkdjs. i’ve literally shed tears reading this fic. it was SO angsty and gave me a lot of pain, so basically perfection. i definitely recommend reading it. yoonseok live in a very very homophobic village. that’s all i’m gonna give you.

Slow Motion (See Me Let Me Go) by thedirtunderyourskin
okay, before you read this fic, i have to warn you that first, it does not have a happy ending, and second, it can be extremely triggering, so please be careful. but, this fic was yet another one that made me cry, so i recommend it if you would like angst. yoonseok fuck. yoongi is in love with hoseok, hoseok is pretty much in love with him too but doesn’t wanna accept it bc internalized homophobia is a thing and yoongi gets depressed. all of this is in very simple terms.

 often a sweetness by deuxoiseaux
bascially an fake dating au, and i LOVED it. it doesn’t have as much angst as the ones above, but it’s really good too!!

 Dead Leaves and Spring Flowers by infinitizeit
okay i loooooooooove this fic so much. yet another soulmate au, but with a twist ;) hoseok is soulmates with jimin, taehyung and yoongi don’t have soulmates, but taehyung and jimin fall in love and chaos ensues. literally one of the most amazing soulmate au’s ever.

‣ All I ever wanted (Was a part of you that I couldn’t break) by inkingbrushes
okay this is another fic that can be very very triggering and has questionable material. yoongi suffers mentally due to child abuse and only really ins’t an asshole to hoseok, hoseok messes up bc he doesn’t really get why yoongi is being an asshole, and all hell breaks loose. read at your own risk

so this is all that came up in my head, but i hope this is enough to quench your angst thirst!! thank you for asking for this i had fun making it!!

- admin may

anonymous asked:

Hey May and Brianna, i was trying to find a fic I read a while ago but i cannot find it at all, it was like yoonseok were friends with benefits and hoseok really liked yoongi but yoongi kept saying that them fooling around didnt mean anything. Do you know what fic this is?

hey! may and i weren’t sure which fic exactly you were referring to, but it’s gotta be one of these two right? if not send us another ask and we’ll look again! x

 Falling Apart Together (first part of the Little Death series) by thedirtunderyourskin
yoongi will knock on the door of hoseok’s shitty studio apartment at 1am with two thirds of a bottle of jack and half a pack of cigarettes, because hoseok is never asleep and yoongi doesn’t like being alone.

Let’s Not Fall in Love by hobe
Being alone on New Year’s sucks. And apparently, so does Min Yoongi.

-admin brianna

anonymous asked:

What are your top 5 favorite contestshipping moments and why?

5. 

AG113 is overall an important episode for May and Drew’s relationship. It’s the first time May and Drew are together outside the context of their rivalry, and here, Drew is able to see May in the light that she is a girl and not just another coordinator. I would mark the above as the moment when Drew actually feels a genuine spark of affection toward May. In the Japanese translation, Shuu drops the honorific he uses for Haruka shortly after this scene, further indicating there’s been a change in the way he views her.

4.

May: Done this before, right?

Drew: You talk too much.

Role reversal! May is the one who gets to rib Drew for once, when it’s usually Drew doing all the teasing. It’s a nice, lighthearted moment for them. Moreover, it demonstrates a kind of familiarity in their relationship that wasn’t there before.

3.

If AG113 was when Drew began to harbor genuine affection toward May, then AG162 was when May, late to the game as usual, began to realize she might have feelings for Drew, too. Earlier in the episode, Brianna confronted May about her relationship with Drew, and she blushed, admitting she hadn’t really thought about it. Well, she’s thinking about it here.

2.

May: Well, I want to find my own style, too! and learn how to show off my Pokemon a lot better than I do now–all my own like no one else.

Drew: [Chuckles] Sounds good.

I will never shut up about this scene. The way he looks at her tells you exactly how he feels about her. He’s watched her transform from a clumsy rookie coordinator into a skilled performer, and she’s grown into his rival and love interest in that time.

1.

Drew: Man, that girl never fails to surprise me.

THERE IT IS. THERE IT IS RIGHT THERE. THERE’S THE REASON WHY MAY, ABOVE ANYONE ELSE, IS DREW’S TRUE RIVAL AND THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD SUSTAIN HIS ATTENTION LONG ENOUGH FOR HIM TO FALL COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY HEAD OVER HEELS IN LOVE.  She surprises him. She’s surprised him from the very beginning–from the first time they met, to the first contest in which they competed… In fact, nearly every episode in which Drew appears involves May somehow surprising him, whether it be by her skill or her compassion or her love toward people and Pokemon.

And he’s in awe of her. He receives loads of attention – unwanted attention – from nearly everyone who surrounds him, but the only person he wants to notice him is May. And he spends the entirety of their relationship doing anything he can to get it.

3

If pokémon was a Shoujo anime:

May Maple is an teenage girl with a wonderful life, Great family, friends and a wonderful best friends, Ash Ketchum and Brianna Wakana, but her life changed when a new boy moved to her school, Drew Rose, he was a selfish, but romantic guy, Brianna was surprised, she knews him, he was her first boyfried.

Drew showed to be interested in May as a Romantic pair, May didn’t noticed that, but Ash does, Ash have a secret feeling for May, he loves her. But he was losing his girl for the new boy. May was totally in love with Drew.

Brianna tell to May that she’s still in love with Drew, May was shocked, she was in love with Drew too, but she didn’t want to hurt Brianna’s feelings.

Ash knew that he won’t make May fall in love with him, so he decided to tell her his fellings…

…… Maybe i’ll continue that, Maybe

A Change of Plans

This ficlet is part of the Jamie Through the Stones AU which starts with Third Time’s the Charm.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Not a Prank

My Fanfiction Master List

Available on AO3 as Written in the Stones

This Outlander canon divergence AU ficlet alludes to information/events that appear in Voyager.

Let me know what you think.

Keep reading

@lostlegendaerie

OH BOY *rubs hands together*

This is actually a head-scratcher in a lot of ways because it’s difficult to pinpoint why Drew treats Brianna the way he does. She’s a rookie coordinator and a big fan of his – and the show’s history /seems/ to imply Drew enjoys picking on rookies (See: “Now That’s Flower Power,” in which Drew goes up to May, then a stranger, on the beach and criticizes her style FOR NO APPARENT REASON) and that he’s uncomfortable around his fans (See: “A Fan With a Plan,” in which Drew is noticeably uneasy when surrounded by the M.F.P.)

Drew IS uncomfortable around Brianna. When May gets them to shake hands, she leans in and teases, “Done this before, right?” and he rebuffs her, clearly irritated that she’s enjoying putting him through this.

But he never picks on Brianna, a rookie, even though he picked on May when she was a rookie coordinator. In fact, Drew does the opposite: He’s generally very encouraging of Brianna, heaping praise on her appeal during the contest and then complimenting her skills afterward. Why is that? Why does her treat her differently?

I don’t have one answer, but I’ve come up with several possible explanations. It could be just one of these or a combination of all of them, but they are simply the best conclusions I can propose based on the canon.

First off, it could very well be that Drew just has matured a lot since his debut episode. Let’s be honest: He’s kind of a jerk to May in his first several appearances, but he loosens up the more time they spent together. By the end of “Who, What, When, Where, Wynaut?”, it’s safe to say he and May have grown a lot closer, and he starts treating her with a great deal more respect from then on. His relationship with May, thus, proves to be a good influence on him: Rather than teasing the rookie Brianna as he did May, he decides to be nicer.

Drew’s respect for May is actually canonized when Brianna later tells May, “I know for a fact you’re the only female coordinator Mr. Drew respects.” So, another possible reason Drew did not pick on Brianna is /because/ he respects May, and he’s not gonna give her new friend a hard time.

In a less forgiving interpretation, it might be that Drew’s positive treatment of Brianna is a ploy to make May jealous/motivate her to get stronger as his rival. Consider: He offers very kind words of encouragement and advice to Brianna following her loss, but when May – fishing for compliments – asks earlier for his thoughts on her performance, he flippantly dismisses it, saying she got lucky. He later reminds May that she only needs two more ribbons, giving credence to the notion that perhaps he’s only being nice to Brianna as a way to fire up May.

Of course, I could be looking at this in the entirely wrong way: Perhaps Drew’s treatment of Brianna is not the anomaly. Perhaps the way he treated May upon them meeting is.

Like I said earlier, there was /no/ legitimate reason to for Drew to go down to the beach and harass May. Why do it then? Maybe he saw her and was like, “… That’s a cute girl… I wanna talk to her,” but he actually has the social aptitude of a potato. So he goes down there and instead of just flirting like a normal person, he decides to start insulting her. Meanwhile, a hundred episodes later, he’s not interested in Brianna, so he doesn’t make a fool of himself with her.

Character I miss the Most -- Faith Fraser

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS!! THIS MAY CAUSE STRONG EMOTIONS!! (you have been warned)

This one was hard for me. I do miss Murtagh because of his fierce love of Jamie and willingness to do anything for the people he does love and trust. I also miss what could have been with Brian, Willie, Robert, and Ellen Fraser. There are so many characters that we have lost over the course of 8 main novels and multiple novellas. I choose Faith Fraser to miss the most because of the heart wrenching moment I had when reading the book. I miss what could have been, what Jamie and Claire should have had with this miracle of a child. That’s one character I wish never would have been killed off before she was able to live!

Excerpt in italics is from E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web.
Here is my fan fiction piece to accompany my most missed character:


    “Unca Murtagh?”
    “Aye, mo chridhe?”
    “Da is sad.” Her little face scrunched up in thought and in sadness, “So is mam.”
    “Aye they are. They’re missin’ ye and each other. Neither more than the other. We Fraser’s love deep and yer mam was born to be a Fraser, attached at the soul with yer da.”
    “Can we send them a lil’ bit o’ love? I think they need it.”
    Murtagh looked at the wee lass on his lap, dark curls that match her mother’s wayward mop, crystal blue cat-eyes that remind him of his godson, and a heart as pure as her grandma’s. The thoughtfulness of this bairn never ceased to amaze him.
    “What do ye want to send them, lass?”
    “Each other. They should no be alone. My sister needs her da, not the imposter who hurt da.” Her little face grew grim and serious at the mention of Frank Randall, who looked all to like his ancestor.
    “Yer da is about to go to sleep, how about we help him find yer mam and sister? Let him see them in his dreams.”
    Nodding vigorously, dark brown curls bouncing, Faith agreed.
    “Now what about mam? She canna see da when we let him see her though his dreams.”
    “This time maybe we can help her see. If she canna then we will send him back to her when she sleeps. She always sees him in her dreams wi’ or wi’out our help.”
    “Ok.”

    In a cave overlooking Lallybroch, Jamie Fraser lay looking up at the stars aching for his family. Tears pricked at his eyes and the ache in his heart grew tighter, as though each passing second away from Claire and the bairn was a subtle tightening vice on his heart.
    A comforting breeze caressed his face. Imagining it was Claire’s hand Jamie closed his eyes and leaned into the wind, giving in to the exhaustion of his body.
    Before him stood a scruffy man with a face he would recognize anywhere—Murtagh— holding his hand was a little girl no more than five, curly brown hair, bright blue eyes— his eyes— pale skin with a smattering of freckles crossing her cheeks and nose. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. The little girl, minus the eyes, was the image of what he believed Claire to have looked as a child.
   “Faith?” His voice cracked when he said the name of the babe he never got to meet.
   A smile lit up her small face, “Hi da!” Faith exclaimed with a giggle.
   Jamie closed his eyes and tilted his head up to the sky. He finally had died, he is in heaven with his child, godfather, and somewhere his parents and brothers. Peace was all he felt.
   “Yer no dead, da. Ye were too sad in the cave all alone. We’re here to help make ye happy!”
   Reaching out for his daughter Jamie smiled a waterlogged smile, full of happy tears.
   “Oh álainn, just seein’ yer face has made me verra verra happy.” Faith smiled and released Murtagh’s hand, walking slowly to her father.
    “Da, mam is sad too. I can take ye to her and my sister, but only while ye sleep. Ye may no remember me, or where yer about to go in the mornin’, but ye will be happier.”
     Reaching a small hand out Faith didn’t wait long before the warm strength of her father’s hand to engulf hers. Faith smiled and looked to Murtagh, “Unca Murtagh, are ye no coming wi’ us?”
    Murtagh’s gaze softened but his eyes never left his godson.
    “No, mo cridhe, I’ll no be coming wi’ ye. Look after yer da, sister and mam for me will ye?”
    Nodding to her pseudo uncle, Faith tugged on Jamie’s hand and led him toward a glowing door that appeared out of no where.
    “Come on da, mam and Bree are through here.”
    The feeling of stepping through cobwebs made his skin crawl as Jamie walked through the glowing door. The door opened into a nursery, Claire reading to a small redheaded child in a chair by the window. Jamie’s knees shook and he nearly lost the ability to stand.
   “Come on, mam canna see ye from o’re here.”
   “…he’s a runt. Tell your Uncle Homer you’ve got a pig you’ll sell for six dollars, and see what he says…” He heard Claire say in mock deep voice causing the little girl on her lap to laugh.
    “It was soon—”
    “Claire.” Jamie interrupted her narration. Stopping abruptly, Claire spun around and saw what had to be a ghost. The love of her life was standing not two feet from her, clutching the hand of a child that looked like her.
    “Mo nighean donn, yer here. Ye are alright!”
    Tears streamed down Claire’s face at once.
    “Mamma,” the little red head said patting her mother’s face, “finish stowy please. Mamma?”
   The little girl looked to where her mother was staring and her little face lit up with joy.
   “FAITH!!” The red head flew off her mother’s lap and into her sister’s embrace.
   “Hi Bree! I brought da to see ye, just like I promised.”
   Bree looked up at the tall, funnily dressed man before her.
   “You have the same color hair as me! Mamma look! He looks like me!”
    If Claire wasn’t already sitting down she would have fallen to the ground. Her family was there, together. How? How were they with Bree and herself?
    “Mam, I’ve missed ye!” Faith squealed as she launched herself onto her mother’s lap.
    A warmth and solid little body that should not be sat on Claire’s lap causing the memories of first losing Faith flood to the surface. Her hands wrapped around the child and she rocked back and forth clutching her first born angel to her chest.
    “I never stopped loving you.” Claire whispered, not only to Jamie, but to Faith as well.
    Jamie smiled and picked up Bree.
   “I know mo nighean donn. I know. I have never stopped lovin’ ye either. I dinna want to wake up and lose this moment.”
    “I don’t either.”
    Jamie walked over to Claire and Faith and sat down next to them on the floor resting his head on Claire’s knee.
    “God! Ye’re real! I miss ye so much, Sorcha. I wish ye were with me.”
    “Mam is always wi’ ye da! Just like I am, Unca Murtagh, grandda, grandma, Unca Willie and Unca Robbie. We’re alway wi’ ye. Ye may not see us but we are wi’ ye.”
    Claire could feel the tears running down Jamie’s face as they splashed against her knee. Removing one hand from Faith she gently stroked Jamie’s hair.
    “Please don’t leave me.”
    “I canna ever leave ye, Sorcha. Ye have this bonnie lass to hold on to, that is of me.”
Moving into a kneel, Jamie reached out and brought Claire’s face to his and reverently kissed her lips.
    Pulling away Jamie fully broke down and pulled Claire and Faith to the floor and into his arms with Brianna.
    “If I die tomorrow, I’ll have this moment to look back on and I’ll never forget the completeness of having my entire family wi’ me. I love ye Claire more than anything and I thank you for taking such good care of my daughter— “Brianna.”
    “What?”
    “Her name is Brianna Ellen Fraser. Unfortunately right now she has to go by Randall, but please know you are her father and always will be.”
    “Ye are sayin it wrong, Sassenach. It’s not Brianna, it’s Brrreeahna.” His Scottish burr rolled out Bree’s name in a way only he could. Bree tightened her grip on her father and started to nod off.
    “Da, it’s time to go.”
    “No, Faith please. Let us just stay here wi’ yer mam and sister.”
   Shaking her small head and tears forming in her own eyes, “Ye ken that’s no how it works. When ye fall asleep again I’ll bring ye back to them. Every night if I can I’ll bring ye back to them I will.”
    Claire’s never ending tears doubled at the prospect of losing her husband and daughter again.
    “Please, please no. I need you. I can’t do this without you!”
     “Shhh, shhh. Claire, it’ll be alright. I’ll see you soon, mo nighean donn.” He kissed her forehead, disentangled a slumbering Bree from his chest, handing her back to her mother. Faith was clinging to her mother’s leg and smiling.
    “I love ye, mam. I’m always watching over ye.”
    With those parting words, Faith took her father’s hand and pulled him back through the glowing door; leaving Claire and Bree a heap on the floor, Claire crying and clutching Bree with everything in her. Looking back Jamie sighed.
    “Ye’ll see them again, da.”
    Jamie woke to the sound of birds and rustling near his cave entrance. Tears stung his eyes when Fergus walked into the mouth of the cave with a loaf of bread and flask of whiskey.

    Murtagh stood beside his long lost love and best friend looking down on the grief stricken boy they each called a son. Faith lay beside them looking down over the clouds. To her right her mother and sister cuddling each other deep in sleep, and to the left her father awake, speaking with her adoptive brother. For her everything was still not right, but she knew in time she would reunite them forever and not just in their dreams.

Flood my Mornings: Victories

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Mama (Claire spends time alone with Bree for the first time in ages). 

Victories 

[The next morning]


Jamie was kissing me: my cheeks, my temples, my eyelids, my shoulders, the warm pressure of his lips moving across my body, soft and comforting and home. 

That was the first thing I became aware of as I swam upward from the clutches of sleep. 

The second was that it was far, FAR too light in the room.

I bolted upright, nearly smacking heads with Jamie. “Wwha — what time is it??” I slurred in a rush of panic. 

“About half past nine,” came the soft reply, blissfully unconcerned.

“Jesus H bloody effing—!” I threw back the blankets, my muscles feeling maddeningly as though they’d been dipped in cement —two bloody hours late already, god, this would mean the sack if Nurse Gordon was shift manager today—but Jamie took me by both shoulders and pushed me firmly back onto the pillows.“Jamie, what are you  — get OFF, you brute! I have to get to—”

“No, ye don’t.”

“But—I was supposed to drop Bree off on the way to — !”

“When ye didna report for work at seven,” he said, stubbornly talking over me, “I spoke wi’ Miss Della. She’s covering your shift today. And I phoned Penelope from the hospital room to tell her.” He smiled sweetly in that way that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “All’s taken care of, lass. You’re at your leisure today.”

“Oh! That—that was—very kind of them,” I said slowly, rubbing my eyes and still trying to regain my senses from sleep. A wave of guilt made me groan. “Ugh, I feel terrible for this—Of all the unprofessional—”

“Dinna fash, mo chridhe. You’ll be back on schedule tomorrow,” Jamie said soothingly, rubbing my leg. “I, for one, am glad of it: you evidently needed the extra rest.”

“You’re wearing slacks,” I blurted, staring at his trousers through still-bleary eyes. 

“Aye, so I am,” he laughed, bemused. “Naught gets past you, Sassenach. Perhaps you should join the police brigade, with a hawk’s eye like that.”

With a snap, reality fell back into place, and I stared at him in horror. “Please, please, PLEASE tell me you didn’t go AWOL from the hospital, Jamie…” 

A…wall…?”

“Absent without leave?” I said in rising anxiety. “Did you just…walk out??” 

He grinned. “No, t’was an honorable discharge for James Fraser. The doctor said when he came ‘round this morning I was fit enough to go home, at long last.”

“Oh, darling, that’s wonderful news. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there with you to—” I broke off and stared at him again, my mouth hanging open. “How the bloody hell did you get home???”  

“Took the Bus.”

“You what?!”  Good grief, I was getting dry-mouthed from all this astonishment.

“The OmniBus. Wasna so difficult,” he said with an offhand shrug. “No more so than the train or Aeroplane. Only had to ask about as to which was the closest stop to the house, find it on the wee map, and follow the routes.” 

Despite himself, he was looking exceptionally pleased with his success. I leaned back on the pillow, shaking my head in genuine wonder. “Well, look at you: Mr. Cosmopolitan!”

Jamie grinned still wider and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “Aye, and I didna even vomit once. Surely I deserve a medal of some kind.” 

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, grinning back. 

He leaned in to kiss me, but was halted but the sudden, grumpy, “G’MOOR-NEEEEEN!” bellowed from the nursery.

We laughed, and I began to swing my legs out of bed. Jamie, though, put out a hand. “I’ll fetch her, love.” 

I heard his footsteps as he padded into the nursery, followed immediately by an exultant, “DAAAA!!”

“And good morning to you, a leannan.” I heard him groan in mock effort as he lifted her. “There’s my bonnie lass. Did ye miss me?”

They appeared a few moments later in the bedroom doorway just in time for me to see her give him a sloppy kiss on the cheek with an emphatic mmmmwah!

“I’ve missed you too, cub.” He returned the kiss and placed another five or six on her forehead for good measure. “Now, you, Sassenach,” he said briskly, turning his eye on me, “are going to stay abed—AYE, ye most certainly are—while I make us all some breakfast.” 

“Oh, erm…Is that so?” I said apprehensively. Jamie had made impressive strides in navigating the novelties of 1950, but household machines still tended to flummox him, on the whole. The morning before the wedding, he had come close to setting the kitchen on fire while trying to use the toaster.    

As if following my uneasy line of thought, he laughed good-naturedly. “I’ll no’ say that it mightn’t burn to a crisp on the first attempt, but I’m in a conquering mood, today, my lovely Claire, and the Electric Stove is the opponent.” He looked down at Bree. “Will ye stay and cuddle wi’ your Mama, then, or come help Da wi’ the cooking?” 

“Mmahelp!” Bree said decisively.

“A bonnie wee lieutenant reporting for duty?” Jamie asked, inspecting her with an air of stern command. “A braw fighter, by the looks of ye, to be sure.” He cocked an eyebrow. “But can ye be relied upon to follow your captain’s orders come what may?”

“No!” Brianna crowed automatically. 

We both coughed with laughter. “NO?” 

“AYE!” she amended with equal vigor, giggling and clapping her hands for emphasis. 

“That’s what I thought! Right then, soldier,” Jamie said dramatically, shifting her in his right arm and brandishing an imaginary dirk over their heads with his left. “TUALACH ARD!

“Toodle-car!” 

And off they charged, Red Jamie and Red Brianna, to vanquish the morning’s scrambled eggs.


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One thing I love about the Brianna episode is how realistically May goes about realizing her possible feelings for Drew. Brianna notices May talking about Drew, and asks her if she likes him. May answers that she’s never really thought about it before–which I think is a very geuine answer.

But now, Brianna’s put it in her head. When Drew looks at her with this genuine smile on his face at the end, she can’t help but blush. And as she’s watching him walk away… well, she’s certainly thinking about it now.

I love it because it’s very realistic–to not really notice or think about something like this until someone points it out to you. Could May’s focus on Drew really go deeper than just contests? May is someone who can be a bit dense, and is always focused on her rivalry and her want to beat Drew. If other feelings had started to bloom, they may have gone completely unnoticed.

But she’s starting to notice now, and that’s not stopping anytime soon.

(Adam) - It’s late at night, but I finally finished the skin.

(Brianna) - …and, I may have added our characters too!

(Adam) - You just had too didn’t you?

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omg OMG I LOVE THIS AAAAAHHHHH! IT’S SOOOO BEAUTIFUL!!!! guys I love you so much, here’s some thank you pic from me <333 THANK YOU SO MUCH! 

HELLO BRYCE! It’s so nice to meet you! xD