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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 2

Okay okay!! You guys are chomping at the bit for more of this story! You can blame a lot of this on @outlandishchridhe who has become my plot monster for this. And thanks to @shortiemcbealle for some of your amazing ideas!

Part One


Claire wiped down the bar, scrubbing some stickiness off the polished wood. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Frank in three days, ignoring his calls and refusing to open the door when he came by. She hadn’t seen or spoken to Jamie in that time either. It wasn’t until she’d gone home after her classes that she realized she didn’t have his phone number or even know his last name.

If his schedule stayed as it usually did, he’d likely be by the bar tonight. Claire began mixing drinks for a cluster of women at one end of the bar when someone leaned close to her.

“Why won’t you answer my calls?”

No greeting, just a demand. How very like him.

“Piss off, Frank.”

“Claire, can’t we at least talk about this?”

“Talk about what? You fucking a girl who’s barely legal?”

His lips formed a hard line as he glared at her. But she wasn’t going to roll over and take it. Not after everything she’d given up for him.

“It wasn’t like that, Claire.”

“I don’t care how it was, Frank. The one thing I asked of you was for you to remain faithful to me. I heard the rumors at Oxford, before we moved, but I didn’t want to believe them. I suppose those were true too, weren’t they?”

“Now hang on, that’s not fair.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Not fair? Please, Frank. Tell me how you’re the victim in all this.”

“I wasn’t looking for something with her,” he said, almost too quietly for her to hear. “But there she was. And, well…”

Frank looked her up and down, an almost sad expression in his eyes.

“Well what?”

“Well, if only you’d put a little more effort into taking care of yourself, I might not have been so tempted.”

Feeling like she’d taken a punch in the gut, her mouth fell open. How could he say such a thing?

“Sassenach!”

The pain of Frank’s betrayal disappeared in that single Gaelic word she didn’t really understand. Heat pooled in her belly at the sound of his call. That night with him had been amazing, unlike any experience she’d ever had. She’d had dreams about him every night since they’d slept together, though none of them had been as intense as reality.

“Jamie!”

“Thank God you’re working tonight,” he said, his face serious.

Claire frowned at him, concerned.

“We’ve got your favorite beer two for one tonight,” she said, already pulling out a glass.

“You know his favorite beer?” Frank said, looking at Jamie with complete disgust.

After rolling her eyes, she filled a glass for Jamie and gave it to him.

“I’m a bartender, Frank. That’s my job.”

Suddenly Jamie’s expression changed and he looked between Claire and Frank.

“Frank… Randall?” he asked.

Belatedly, she realized that Jamie hadn’t ever met Frank and was only just putting together who he was. Something darkened those sapphire blue eyes, something deep and filled with rage.

“Yes, my ex-boyfriend.”

“Ex? Claire, I thought we could talk about this, work things out.”

Glaring at him, she shook her head.

“No. We’re done talking. I didn’t answer your calls for a reason. You slept with another woman while I was in class, and that’s not something I’ll get over.”

“I won’t see her again. I promise. And all you need to do is comb your hair a little and maybe wear some nicer clothes and-”

A loud thud had Claire spinning around, bottle of vodka in hand. Frank had disappeared and Jamie was shaking his hand.

“Jamie!”

“I heard what he said to ye a moment ago. I didna get here in time to hit him for it, but I could hit him for that. He shouldna speak to ye so.”

Frank staggered back to his feet, glaring.

“And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?!”

Jamie ignored him and looked at Claire.

“Sassenach, we need to talk.”

Frowning, she nodded to the other end of the bar. Jamie followed her, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

“Look, I’m sorry for skipping out on you the other morning, I just-”

“No, it’s fine. I ken you’ve classes that are important to ye. I only wondered how much of that night ye remember.”

Her face flushed deep scarlet and she busied herself with straightening the basket of pretzels in front of her.

“Well, ah… I remember… You… I mean we… That is to say you came over and-”

“I ken what happened when I came over. But before that. What can ye remember?”

Thinking hard, she realized it was fuzzy.

“I can’t recall.”

“Are ye sure?”

“It’s all fuzzy. I found out about Frank, came here, got drunk. You came and sat down and drank with me. We… We left, trying to find a cab, but we couldn’t. And then… We were in my apartment.”

After a deep breath, he slid the paper over to her. She opened it and her eyes went wide.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said.

“I dinna think it’s a joke, Sassenach. That’s a real certificate.”

“Of marriage?!”

“I’m afraid so.”

She stared at the bottom at her own signature, right beside Jamie’s.

“How many names do you have?!”

“Three,” he said abruptly. “Claire I’m so sorry. I didna mean to do… Whatever this is. I’m sure we can find a way to annul it or somesuch.”

“We’re actually married?!”

His hands spread on the bar, the fingers of his left twitching.

“Aye, it seems we are. I’m so verra sorry, Claire. I ken we were both drunk, but I shouldna ha’ taken advantage like that.”

“This… This can’t be legally binding.”

“Weel, it says here the man is licensed by the state o’ Nevada. According to some old Scottish customs, consummation is what makes it legally binding. And, ach… Weel, we did that.”

Claire jumped as one of the other bartenders brushed by her.

“Look, can you wait until my shift is over? We need to talk about this.”

“Aye, I’ll wait.”

“Take the beer while you wait. I’ll… I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”

###

Jamie sat in a corner and waited for her. The whole night she looked distracted, serving her customers with an absent smile. And why wouldn’t she be? She’d just found out that she’d married a strange Scotsman she hardly knew!

Finally, her shift was over and she came out from behind the bar. Frank, damn him, was still hanging about. He’d been drinking a bit, though Jamie had only had his one glass. As Claire made her way towards him, Frank got up from his seat.

“Claire,” he drawled, very drunk. “We need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to talk about. Go off with whoever it was you were sleeping with.”

Jamie stood as well, preparing to leave.

“No! This isn’t over!”

Frank made to grab for Claire, long fingers reaching for her like talons. Jamie stepped in front of her, blocking Frank.

“Aye, it is,” Jamie said, bringing himself up to his full height. “I’ll thank you to keep your hands off my wife.”

“Oh piss off. This’s nothing to do with you.”

One of the security personnel approached them.

“Is there a problem here, Claire?”

“Hello Harvey, I’m afraid Doctor Randall here has had enough. Could you be sure he gets a cab home?”

Harvey nodded and glared down at Frank.

“You heard her, let’s go.”

With her bag over her shoulder, Claire nodded at the door and Jamie made to follow her out.

“Please Claire!”

Frank made a grab for her again, but Jamie grabbed his outstretched hand and twisted it behind his back.

“She’s asked ye kindly to leave her be. If ye wish to keep this arm attached to the rest of yer body, I recommend ye do as she says.”

Harvey took over after that and pushed Frank out of the bar, giving him a well-rehearsed lecture on treating women right.

“Thank you,” Claire said, wrapping her arms right around herself.

“I ken the situation we’re in is a bit… sticky. But I’ll no’ leave ye to deal wi’ him alone if I can help it.”

“Damn it,” she muttered, holding her keys in her hand.

Jamie walked beside her, waiting.

“He has a key to my apartment.”

“Ye can come and stay wi’ me, if ye prefer.”

“You move fast, don’t you?” she asked with a smirk.

His ears burned red and he looked down.

“Ye dinna have to stay, I just thought ye’d like a place where he’ll no’ find ye.”

“I would appreciate that, thank you,” she said quietly.

He drove them to his apartment and let her inside. Being late as it was, or early, he was exhausted and he knew she was as well.

“I dinna work tomorrow,” he said, locking the deadbolt on his door. “So you’re welcome to stay the night here if ye wish. I’ll take the couch.”

“But this is your home. I can’t take your bed from you.”

“It’s my home and I can do wi’ it what I wish. Please, ye need the rest. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you… Could I borrow a shirt or something to sleep in? I smell like work.”

“Sure.”

Jamie rummaged in his dresser and handed her a shirt that would be far too large for her.

“Thank you, for doing this. Once we’re better rested, we can talk about what this all… means.”

“Aye. Rest well, Sassenach.”

Taking an extra pillow from the bed and the tartan blanket he’d brought from Scotland, he went out to the couch.

###

The bed was comfortable, but it smelled of him. So did the shirt she wore. The scent brought back memories of that wild night when they’d… Well, when they’d gotten married apparently. She tossed and turned for a while before slipping out of the bed. Walking quietly, she saw him on the couch, eyes closed. But his breathing wasn’t steady enough for him to be asleep.

“I can’t sleep,” she said quietly.

“Me either.”

“Would you mind if we talked for a bit?”

Sitting up, he patted the seat beside him. Easing herself onto the couch, she pulled at the hem of the shirt. Why she was so self conscious she didn’t understand, he’d already seen every bit of her.

“What would ye like to talk about, Sassenach?”

“I can’t be married to you.”

His brows rose.

“And why is that? I believe there’s a paper in my pocket that says otherwise.”

“I don’t even know your real name.”

With a dignified bow, or what he could accomplish while sitting on a couch, he met her eyes.

“It’s Fraser. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.”

“Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.”

She extended her hand and he shook it.

“Pleasure to meet ye, Claire.”

They fell silent for a time, his thumb making small circles on the back of her hand.

“Tell me about your family.”

Smiling, he took a deep breath and offered her one end of the wool blanket.

“How many generations back?”

Thankful for the extra covering, she settled into her seat.

“Your parents will do.”

They passed hours, just talking, getting to know one another for the first time. The more they talked, the closer they became. He told her of his parents, his older sister, his older brother who had gotten sick as a child and died. She told him how her parents had died, about being raised by her odd uncle. Neither of them explored how they’d both ended up in Las Vegas, but that didn’t seem to matter.

When her eyes began to droop, she heard Jamie laugh.

“Lay your head, Sassenach. Get some rest.”

Letting out a deep sigh she closed her eyes.

She woke the next morning with her head on his chest. His arms were comfortably around her and she realized abruptly she was laying completely on top of him. The woolen blanket was draped over them both, but the body beneath her was pleasantly warm.

For a moment, she watched his sleeping face. He was perfectly at peace, his mouth hanging open a little. Frank would never have done this, never stayed up late just to talk with her. Whenever he held her at night, it was always a little stiff, even in sleep. He was never perfectly comfortable with her. This odd intimacy she had with Jamie was beyond anything she could have imagined having with anyone.

His breathing changed as he woke and she smiled up into his blue eyes.

“Good morning to ye, Sassenach.”

“Morning, Jamie.”

“I didna get to say that, last time.”

She winced.

“Sorry about that.”

One corner of his mouth ticked up in a smirk.

“Dinna fash. I could fix ye some breakfast though, if ye like.”

“I’d like that.”

They moved at the same time, her trying to let him up, him trying to slide out from beneath her without dropping her on the ground. The result of their simultaneous action had something stiff pressing into Claire’s belly. Immediately red crept up Jamie’s neck, settling in his ears.

“Ah… Apologies, Sassenach.”

Her own cheeks burned and she moved off him, giving him the blanket as covering. Why did she feel so silly with him all of a sudden?

“It’s fine,” she said, unable to look at him for the moment.

“I’ll just be a moment. Then I’ll come fix ye some breakfast and we’ll talk about what’s to do next, aye?”

Daring a glance up at him, she gave him a small smile and nodded.

GRIMES X HANA 

limited color palette version (plus i fixed some details that were bothering me)

i prefer this one better tbh.. sometimes i get carried away with color and then the next day i regret it!! i always feel more confident with limited color palettes!!

ink line art + digital coloring

The Unspoken Loneliness of Toby Domzalski

I feel for this kid. He’s relegated to the comic relief so much of the time, that I think it’s easy to overlook the hardships Toby’s been through.

While Jim’s dad up and left (I’m firmly in the ‘Jim’s dad is a changling’ camp), Toby’s parents are gone. I presume they died. Jim still has his mom. Claire has both her parents. Toby has his Nana, who took him in, but has probably grown senile as Toby as reached the difficult age of adolescence. That’s extremely isolating–your only family is declining while you’re maturing, but not yet at the level for full blown emancipation. Toby’s not popular in school. In fact, most of the girls in school were not shy about their repulsion. Jim is the only friend Toby has…and so when Jim becomes the Trollhunter, where else would Toby be than at his side? I think he sincerely wants to help Jim, but what else has Toby got going for him?

Aaarrrgghh staying with him was probably one of the greatest things that could’ve happened to Toby. While Jim is increasingly preoccupied with his Trollhunter responsibilities—and then you throw Claire into the mix—Aaarrrgghh becomes the one friend who is consistently there for Toby, and of just for Toby. That’s not to say the Trio aren’t close. Jim and Toby still rely on each other a lot. Claire and Toby reach a new understanding…but Aaarrrgghh has been Toby’s confidante the way Toby has been Jim’s; a true wingman for the perpetual wingman.

I think that’s why the season finale and Aaarrrgghh’s death destroyed my feels so badly. Yes, we lost that big, precious cinnamon roll…but Toby lost his wingman, his family—and then Jim up and leaves, taking off into the Darklands alone. What does that leave Toby with?

His senile Nana, Claire, and all of his grief.

Toby got a really raw deal, and I think he’s so often overlooked. Guillermo del Toro mentioned Toby and Claire are getting much needed development in Jim’s absence, and I can only hope so. It’s time for Toby to come into his own, and better develop his confidence and self-reliance.

I’m rooting for you, Tobes.

5

Colombians Ruling Showbiz

  • Shakira- singer, dancer, composer, humanitarian
  • Juanes- singer, composer, humanitarian
  • James Rodríguez- soccer player, model, top goal maker at FIFA’s   2014 Worldcup
  • Sofía Vergara- actress, model, covergirl’s spokesperson, best know as Gloria from Modern Family
  • Nina García- fashion journalist and ciritic, fashion director at ELLE     and MARIE CLAIRE magazines, best known as one of the judges in Lifetime’s Project Runway
  • Manolo Cardona- actor, best known as Teo Braga in USA network’s Covert Affairs and Tomás, Prince of Portugal in The CW’s Reign
  • John Leguizamo- actor, best known as Sid from Ice Age, Tolouse from Moulin Rouge, Tybalt Capulet from Romeo + Juliet, Javier from Kickass 2 and this year’s John Wick as Aurelio
  • Paulina Vega- 2015 Miss Universe
  • Diane Guerrero- actress, best know as Maritza from Netflix’s Orange is the New Black and The CW’s Lina from Jane the Virgin
  • Carlos Valdés- actor, best know as Cisco Ramon from The CW’s The Flash

anonymous asked:

Do you think The Series looks like a mix of Claire Keane's art style and the Flynn's Tangled Tales Shorts? Or is it just me?

I think it’s more meant to look like Claire’s style than Flynn’s Tangled Tales, but I actually have had that thought before.

But one of the things I’ve specifically noticed is that the character designs are based off Glen Keane and Jin Kim’s 2D character designs. You can especially see it in Eugene’s and Rapunzel’s expressions and movements.

We are one, and while we love, death will never touch us. 

(a Jamie and Claire playlist) 

1.Take Me To The Mountain by Great Peacock 2.Because The Night by Patti Smith 3.I Will Always Love You by Dolly Parton 4.Dance Me To The End Of Love by The Civil Wars 5.Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros 6.I’ll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday 7.I Walk The Line by Johnny Cash 8.Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper 9.Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls 10.The Blower’s Daughter by Damien Rice 11.Wicked Game by James Vincent McMorrow 12.I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie 13.Closest Thing To Crazy by Katie Melua 14.Set Fire To The Rain by Adele 15.Patience by Guns N’ Roses 16.Crazy by Patsy Cline 17.Ne Me Quitte Pas by Jacques Brel 18.You Are My Sunshine by Johnny Cash 19.Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen 20.Crystal by Stevie Nicks

Outlander | vii. Sanctuary

i. O Come, O Come Emmanuel / God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen – Bonnie Rideout, Maggie Sansone, Al Petteway | ii. Cumha na cloinne (Lament for the Children) – Laura Risk | iii. Hallelujah: Multifare – Cappella Gregoriana | iv.  Firethief – Karine Polwart | v. Adagio for Strings (Barber) – David Zinman, Baltimore Symphony Orchestra | vi. You Will Be My Strength – Emily Cole | vii. Only Time (cover) – Michael Schulte | viii. Love and Glory – Ólafur Arnalds & Nils Frahm

Outlander | vi. The Search

i. A’ Mhaighdeann Bharrach (The Barra Maiden) – Maggie MacInnes | ii. Oran an Tombaca (Tobacco Song) – Dàimh | iii. Dowie Dens O’ Yarrow – Jean Redpath | iv. Dull and Boring – Chris Stout, Finlay MacDonald | v. Jamie – Heather Heywood | vi. Neil Gow’s Lament on the Death of his Second Wife – Abby Newton | vii. Piobaireachd Dhomhnuill Dhuibh (Pibroch Of Black Donald) – Ishbel MacAskill | viii. The Battle of Waterloo / Roca House – Fara

one line { from your heart to mine} | a polyamorous ot4 mix for the daredevil kids. 


a mix for the people whom Matt Murdock fell in love with one spring day.
(or, the scent of lavenders and old oak trees, and the thoughts of home.
and kisses that burn away the cold, and the steady hum of three heartbeats that he’s memorized.)
a mix for matt murdock, foggy nelson, claire temple and karen page.
LISTEN 
i. tidal wave | the hush sound ii. heartbeats | jose gonzalez iii. you can’t be told |  valerie june iv. heart’s a mess |  gotye  v. doorstep | emily and the woods vi. angel |  yoon mi rae, tiger jk & bizzy vii. lucky ones | lights viii. lifeforms |  daughter ix. sugar |  she wants revenge x.  one line |  pj harvey xi.  erase / rewind |  the cardigans xii. knot in my heart |  the zolas xiii. fool |  cat power xiv. glory |  wye oak xv.  the night we met | lord huron . 

i loved her well | a jamie x claire mix covering their journey (in chronological order) throughout the first three books in the series [ listen ]

outlander : tracks 01-10
dragonfly in amber : tracks 11-18
voyager : 19-27

Small Jealousies

This ficlet is part of the Faith lives AU which starts with A Garden of Worries.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Cousins

My Fanfiction Master List

Available on AO3 as Faith Restored.

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

Let me know what you think.

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stingdragon  asked:

Man I LOVE that Tex and Chuck fusion! He looks awesome! Ah ~<3 I think I am in love again. If you are doing all manner of fusions... What would a Tennie, Claire mix be like?

YESSSSS more fusions you guys are my favorite enablers oh my god.

I have no idea what what would lead these guys to fuse but oh my god

Tenaire is 2 good 4 u