dragonfly in amber spoilers

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Who do you remember?” Willie glanced up at him. His hair was standing on end, rumpled by his earlier distress, but his blue eyes were clear with interest.

“Oh, a good many people. My family in the Highlands—my sister and her family. Friends. My wife.”

Willie frowned. “You haven’t got a wife.”

“No. Not anymore. But I remember her always.” 

- Voyager, Chapter 16: Willie  


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“No,” I said softly, “nor can you leave me.”

“No,” he said, half-smiling. “For I have kept the last of the vow as well.” He clasped both hands about me, and bowed his head on my shoulder, so I could feel the warm breath of the words upon my ear, whispered to the dark.

“For I give ye my spirit, ‘til our life shall be done.”

Happy Birthday, fponthedl

then-i-owe-him-nothing  asked:

After reading all of your stories (which I love, by the way), I was thinking: What if Jamie an Claire go through the stones together at the end of dragonfly in Amber but end up in 2015 instead of the 1940s. I think it would be fun to see both Jamie and Claire totally out of their element.

Well, they’d made it to Inverness.

But it wasn’t the Inverness that Claire had left behind back in 1945. Night had fallen and they stood together, hand in hand, in the City Centre, gazing out over the river at Inverness Castle. The bridge over the river was lit up, sending a neon glow into the water below it. She was trembling, and she had to turn away, searching the city around them for her memories of the Reverend Wakefield’s manse. Would he even still be there? Was the place still standing? From the looks of the buildings all around them, Claire wasn’t so sure it would be. He’d been the only one she could think to go to, but now– 

“What is it, Sassenach? Ye’re trembling. Are ye cold? Has something happened, then?” Jamie asked, releasing her hand to wrap his arms around her instead. 

Passersby were giving them funny looks, dressed as they were. But Claire could not have cared less about any of those other people. She was just grateful that Jamie was here with her. She’d been so afraid, so terrified that she would get through the stones and he’d be left behind. But they’d held tightly to one another, and time had sucked them in. When it had spit them out, though… she wasn’t quite sure yet.

“It isn’t right,” she answered softly, wrapping her arms around Jamie and clinging to him. “It’s not the same.” 

He had been watching the cars come and go, people on bicycles, everyone talking into some odd device they held in their hands. He was trying to take it all in at once, but there was just so much to see. “D’ye ken what those things are that everyone’s got in their hands?” he asked. “D’ye reckon everyone’s gone mad and only speaks to themselves nowadays, like loons?”

Her head ached and she still felt vaguely ill. All she wanted was a hot meal, a hot bath, and a warm bed… and not necessarily in that order. And Jamie- bless his heart, he was just so curious. He didn’t understand that everything was so very wrong. 

“I don’t know, Jamie!” she huffed in frustration. Claire swayed a little and he held tighter to her for a moment before leading her over to a cold stone bench. “I don’t know those cars, I don’t know the clothes these people are wearing. I don’t know the things they’re speaking into. This is not my time, don’t you understand?”

Jamie blinked in surprise and leaned back a little so he could look over her face, brows knitted together in concern. “What?”

“I think- I think we’ve gone too far. This isn’t the time I left behind.”

He breathed out long and slow, nodding a little as he gazed around the city, clearly trying to get his bearings so he could figure out what they’d do. It had been his idea, after all, to come back through the stones. This was his wife and child, and he would need to see to their care. Jamie didn’t know what they’d do, but for now, they could (hopefully) at least see their basic needs met. So long as Scotland and Catholics in general hadn’t changed overmuch throughout the years, they’d be fine. “Aye, well, dinna fash, Sassenach. There’s sure to be a kirk nearby, and I’m sure they havena changed so much over the years that they’d no’ help a family in need.”

And that was how they ended up in the home of an elderly parishioner, a kind woman who gave the couple a roof over their head while they worked to figure things out, a warm meal, and an impossibly soft bed to sleep in…. and maybe some of her grandchildren’s clothes to borrow. 

“I will take care of ye, Claire,” he whispered into her hair after she’d drifted off to sleep with her head on his chest. “The both of ye. Ye brought us here to safety, and I will build us a home and a life, I swear it.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine when Claire goes through the stones at the end of DIA, she doesn't go back to the 40's and gets frozen in them for 20 years and emerges still young and still pregnant, then is reunited with Jamie who has aged

There was no sense of time within the veil. There was no time within the veil. It was a blackness, a purgatory of lost souls, though most of them never had the chance to be free. They were all there, lurking about in the darkness, clawing and scraping and screaming out their misery. For Claire, it was at the same time just the blink of an eye and every. single. second. counted. When she woke, the air had changed, but there was no question as to where she was. 

When, however, was another question entirely.

They didn’t trust her at Lallybroch. Witch, they whispered. They crossed themselves and made the signs against evil, not bothering to wait until she wasn’t looking. Jenny, dark hair streaked with grey now, eyes wrinkled at the corners and a new set of worrylines across her forehead. How long? she wondered. How long was I gone? 

Jamie’s in Edinburgh, young Jamie (who was no longer quite so young) had told her. He’d given her some money and some food, then sent her on her way. Whatever it took to get her out of there as quickly as possible.

Edinburgh. Alive. Jamie was alive. And if Jenny was going grey- Had he found someone else? What if he’d married again, had a full family of his own? What if he didn’t want her anymore? The year was 1766. Claire had been lost for twenty years. Good God, anything could’ve happened. She clung to that knowledge that Jamie was alive, though

When she arrived in Edinburgh, Claire got herself a room and began her quiet inquiries. Jamie found her first, though. She was dining alone in her room the second night after she’d arrived when the knock had sounded at her door. She dropped the piece of bread from her hand and stood to walk to the door. Perhaps someone had heard something and came with news. She pulled the door open and choked out a soft breath. 

“Jamie,” she whispered.

He gaped at her in confusion, and her own gaze wasn’t any less understanding. He had aged some, yes; a glitter of silver here and there amidst the auburn locks. But he was as strong and handsome as he ever had been. He looked so troubled, though.

“I’ve had… a letter,” he said at last. “From Jenny.” 

He was trembling. Bloody hell. Claire reached out and gently took his hand to pull him inside. She closed the door behind him and took a deep breath, running a hand over her head, trying to figure out where to begin. Fear boiled in her guts. He didn’t want her. She could feel it. She was young still and he was older and he didn’t want to be a part of the witchcraft everyone accused her of.

“I don’t know what happened, Jamie.” Claire released Jamie’s hand and walked over to sit down on the bed, feeling vaguely ill. “I touched the stones, I got away. But I didn’t… go through.” She’d been having nightmares ever since she’d come out. The screams wouldn’t leave her mind. “I couldn’t really tell how much time was passing- or that it was passing at all. I don’t know how to explain it but I was stuck. It was like purgatory. And when I finally got out- twenty years had passed.”

Jamie stood there still, simply gazing at her. It was clear he didn’t know what to say, and she didn’t know what she could tell him to make any of it better. Christ, did he hate her now? What was he thinking? She hated that bloody empty mask, that skill of hiding his emotions that he had always had.

“What of the child?” he asked at last.

Claire’s eyes widened, then her face softened in understanding, and her hand went immediately to her stomach. She was still half-starved, and she still feared for the baby, but when she turned inward, she could feel that glowing life within her womb. The baby was strong. A traveler, like her, perhaps. “I’m… still pregnant,” she answered quietly. “Jamie, please-”

“Alive?” he asked breathlessly, taking a step toward her. 

“Alive. I don’t- I can’t say how I know. I can just… I can feel him, I can feel his life. He’s strong, Jamie.”

“He?” 

She smiled a little and shrugged. “Well, we did call Faith a ‘he’ and we were wrong there. We won’t know until they’re born, of course.” 

Jamie released a long, slow breath and finally moved forward to sink down next to his wife. There was a bit of space between them, but he angled himself toward her. He was nervous, unsure. Good lord, it was worse than their wedding night, and Claire still hadn’t a clue what to do. He was gazing at her intensely, drinking in the sight of her, and she was doing the same, trying to take note of every new wrinkle, of every little flash of silver. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. 

“Do you- not want me anymore, Jamie?” she whispered, voice wavering even soft as it was. Her eyes filled with tears and she dropped her gaze to her hands in her lap. “If you’ve found someone else-”

He made a noise of distress and reached out to catch her face between his hands, lifted it up, and pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss. “There could never be anyone else, Sassenach. It’s always been you. I’ve prayed for yer safety, and the bairn’s all these years and I hadn’t thought-” He gripped her tightly and pressed their foreheads together. “If it’s as ye say- if the child is well wi’in yer womb… I’ll have the chance I thought I’d missed.”

Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, but Claire nodded a little against his forehead. Now she was terrified. If something happened to this baby? Then what? Would he wish to be rid of her for good? Slowly, she reached out, fingers running along his hand before taking it into her own very tentatively. Jamie squeezed her hand and wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, tugging her in against his chest, face buried in her hair.

A shuddering sob escaped her and she pressed in against him, clinging tightly to his hand. Jamie held onto her, though rubbing her arm, the damp heat of his own tears wetting her hair. 

“Thank God ye’re safe, Sassenach,” he whispered brokenly into her hair. “Thank God ye’re back.”

Maybe things were going to be difficult, maybe life was going to be different, but it’d be all right. All that mattered was that they were together again. And together, they could get through anything.

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          “I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you—then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.”

          His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. “Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.

anonymous asked:

Imagine when Claire saw Bree for the first time with Jamie's fiery red hair.

Claire was exhausted. She didn’t know why she’d expected this birth to be any easier than Faith’s messy birth had been, but Jamie’s second child had been utterly adamant about staying inside and causing all kinds of problems rather than simply coming out to happily greet the world. But that was fine. It was perfectly alright, because the moment that healthy cry rang out through the air, Claire smiled. We did it, Jamie, she thought, glancing toward the window where she could conjure up the spirit of her beloved. He was there, she knew he was. He wouldn’t have missed this for anything. 

A warm, sticky, little writhing mass was plopped down on her chest, and her arms came up immediately to shelter the child against her breast. 

“Congratulations, you have a beautiful baby girl!” the doctor chimed.

“A girl?” Claire laughed softly, eyeing that ghost for a moment longer. “Brian, indeed, hm? Looks like we’ll have to go with-” She finally dropped her gaze down to the baby girl, watching as she began nursing immediately, an appetite as healthy as her father’s. Claire’s breath caught in her throat, though, at the dusting of fiery hair plastered to the baby’s head. Brianna,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “Oh, God, Jamie. She looks just like you.”

Those tears began to flow in warm streaks down her cheeks, and whiskey eyes lifted back toward the window, but the ghost was gone. She looked back down at their child, reached up to brush a finger along her cheek, tasting salty tears on her own lips as she smiled at the cat-like slant of the baby’s eyes. “Thank you for this gift,” she breathed to Jamie, wherever he was. Long gone from this world, but he had left Claire with a piece of himself.

And she would cherish this gift forever.

Dump of random first impressions of the Outlander universe (Part 1)
  1. The very first time I remember being aware of Outlander, it was someone’s facebook post talking about the amazing knits. I glanced and agreed that they were pretty awesome, but I didn’t feel like shelling out for Starz so that was that 
  2. The next time it came on my radar it must have been late 2015, because I remember seeing the promo shot of J/C in bed touching the belly, and the article mentioned that they were in France. This one: 

Keep in mind I had no idea why they were in France, what had had happened in Scotland, or anything. I just knew: baby, Jamie, Claire, France. 

3. Then I remember seeing a clickbait article around the same time talking about “Brianna Watch.” I remember it was a pic of a giraffe leaning around a corner, signifying impatiently waiting for casting news (I’ve tried in vain to find this post since, but no luck). So I was like ohhh, they have a daughter, that’s cool. And I guess they’re doing some flashforwards if they’re talking about her in utero AND grown up. Also WTF is this show about. 

4. Then in January 2016 there was a blizzard and I marathoned season 1 in one weekend.

A few Initial S1 thoughts 

Chemistry between Jamie and Claire was FIRE from the first. 

Leoch snuggle scene: oh WHOA that escalated quickly 

Had trouble getting used to the sight of the kilt mullets. I’m now on board but at first I was like this is the dumbest-looking getup I’ve ever seen. 

Dougal was a jerk but I wondered if there was going to be something between him and Claire based on how ardently he apparently wanted her

Jamie you precious sexy muffin. I remember grinning like a fool when he slept outside her door

I seriously doubted Jamie’s sincerity in the Devil’s Mark “i’m from the future” reveal. IDK it was one of the rare times that Sam’s acting felt strange for me. I still kind of feel this, actually. When he says “No, I believe ye, Sassenach” I got the feeling that he actually had serious doubts but he loved her enough to pretend that he was on board. After reading the book, I realized that this wasn’t the case, but…*shrug* 

5. Then I marathoned book one and thoroughly enjoyed it.  

6. I was in school at the time, and so some papers and due dates meant I waited a few weeks between finishing Outlander and starting Dragonfly in Amber. I did a lot of daydreaming in that interim about the method of their arrival in France. I had this whole scenario about them being shipwrecked and losing each other for a bit, then finding their way back to one another and having a quiet life in rural France thanks to the kindness of wealthy strangers. 

7. Then I started Dragonfly in Amber and was all WHAT THE ACTUAL FLUFF about the time jump. SHE GOES BACK??? WHY??? NO???? but at least the baby is okay. 

8. I VIVIDLY remember the moment when I realized the baby from the promo shot couldn’t be Brianna. I was like wait….WAIT….the years don’t line up.. **checks math again**….Oh no…NO……she’s going to lose the baby!!!!!!!

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it hurt really bad. Like…. really really bad, because I’d genuinely taken for granted that the baby lived and grew up to be Bree. So that grief was extra-acute.

9. After i’d finished Dragonfly in Amber, I once again forced myself to wait a week or two for school reasons before starting Voyager. My go-to daydream was that Claire and Brianna went back through the stones TOGETHER. Honestly it never crossed my mind that this wouldn’t be the case. In my mind, Jamie had been roughing it Dunbonnet-style all that time and they found him in the wilderness. 

10. So I was REALLY shocked in Voyager when they were talking about Claire going back without mention of Bree. Then, when Bree is there at the stones in her Jessica Gutenberg dress I was like OKAY THERE WE GO, GIRL IS READY TO ROLL. And then she DIDN”T go through after all and i was VERRA confused. 

11. I remember being very stressed out during Print Shop because I wanted them to rip off each other’s clothes immediately. Made it all the more sweet when they finally ignited after the slow burn, but I REALLY wanted more intensity. Hence….why I wrote the Flood my Mornings reunion the way I did 

[more later]

4

Claire. The name knifed across his heart with a pain that was more racking than anything his body had ever been called on to withstand.

If he had had an actual body anymore, he was sure it would have doubled up in agony. He had known it would be like this, when he sent her back to the stone circle. Spiritual anguish could be taken as a standard condition in Purgatory, and he had expected all along that the pain of separation would be his chief punishment—sufficient, he thought, to atone for anything he’d ever done: murder and betrayal included.

He did not know whether persons in Purgatory were allowed to pray or not, but tried anyway. Lord, he prayed, that she may be safe. She and the child. He was sure she would have made it to the circle itself; only two months gone with child, she was still light and fleet of foot—and the most stubbornly determined woman he had ever met. But whether she had managed the dangerous transition back to the place from which she had come—sliding precariously through whatever mysterious layers lay between then and now, powerless in the grip of the rock—that he could never know, and the thought of it was enough to make him forget even the throbbing in his nose.

He resumed his interrupted inventory of bodily ills, and became inordinately distressed at the discovery that his left leg appeared to be missing. Sensation stopped at the hip, with a sort of pins-and-needles tingling at the joint. Presumably he would get it back in due time, either when he finally arrived in Heaven, or at the least, at Judgment Day. And after all, his brother-in-law Ian managed very well on the wooden peg he wore to replace his missing leg.

Still, his vanity was troubled. Ah, that must be it; a punishment meant to cure him of the sin of vanity. He mentally set his teeth, determined to accept whatever came to him with fortitude, and such humility as he could manage. Still, he couldn’t help reaching an exploratory hand (or whatever he was using for a hand) tentatively downward, to see just where the limb now ended.

The hand struck something hard, and the fingers tangled in wet, snarled hair. He sat up abruptly, and with some effort, cracked the layer of dried blood that had sealed his eyelids shut. Memory flooded back, and he groaned aloud. He had been mistaken. This was hell. But James Fraser was unfortunately not dead, after all.

Voyager, Ch. 1: The Corbie’s Feast

anonymous asked:

Imagine Jamie and Claire had a baby boy that lived, like they thought in France

He was so, so tiny. 

He’d have been small, anyway, sharing womb space with his sister as he had, but it was too early for him to have been born. Claire counted it as a miracle and a blessing from God that even one of the babies had survived. Faith, sweet, beautiful Faith was gone. But this little boy- he had survived. Claire meant to do all she could to help him thrive; because she couldn’t lose another child. 

She sat near the window, gazing down at her sweet boy as he nursed at her breast, and she silently prayed for him, encouraging him to continue eating, to grow big and strong. To live on in his sister’s memory. The poor child had lost half of himself. Would he feel that as he grew older? Would he know, instinctively, that he was not meant to be a single child, but one of two? Claire brushed soft fingertips over the little head that was covered in fuzzy red hair.

“You’ll take after your father,” she told him in a whisper. “Grow big and braw as he is.” 

“Will he, then?” 

Claire jumped at the suddenness of Jamie’s voice in the doorway, deep and full of emotion as it cut through the quiet of the room. The baby stopped suckling and let out a wail at having been disturbed at his meal. Jamie’s face twisted into a look of regret and he pressed into the room, hurrying over to his little family and kneeling down in front of Claire to have a look at his son.

“He’s a good set of lungs,” he mused quietly, tears filling his eyes as he watched his wife murmur softly to the baby before setting him back to her breast. “Strong. A Dhia, he’s so small, Sassenach. He’ll live, won’t he?” Jamie lifted his gaze to her face, those tears in his eyes threatening to fall. He gripped her knee gently, searching for some assurance.

She’d heard that he was in prison, and she wondered now how he’d gotten out. It’d been a month since the duel, and while the baby was bigger, he was still so much smaller than any Jamie might be used to seeing. He’d still been born before he was meant to be. She wanted to be angry with Jamie, to scream and yell and hit him for what he’d done, but with one of their children in her arms, taking nourishment from her, she couldn’t help but forgive, at least a little. At least enough. Enough to move on. Claire was still healing as well, still too weak to walk far. She slept with the baby in her room and most often had food brought up. Her exercise consisted of pacing the room with the little bundle in her arms, then she’d collapse into bed with him after a bit, exhausted. She hadn’t the energy for the burning anger she’d felt in those first days.

“He’ll live,” she answered softly. “He grows bigger and stronger each day.” A trembling hand reached out to lay on Jamie’s shoulder, one finger fiddling with a strand of dirty red hair. “Clean up a bit. You can hold him after he’s eaten.” 

He nodded, but didn’t move just yet. “Have ye named him yet?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t know what you…” She swallowed hard. “He had a sister. She was named Faith. But him- I wanted you to name him.” 

Those tears finally escaped to roll down Jamie’s cheeks, and Claire was surprised to find her own cheeks wet. He murmured a soft prayer in Gaelic for their lost child. Then he looked down at his son, lifted his finger to trace along the baby’s tiny cheek. “Ian. Ian William. We’ll have him baptized tomorrow.” 

Her lips twitched and she nodded, giving his shoulder a weak squeeze. “Go on, Jamie. Ian will be finished nursing soon.” 

With a last lingering look at his son, Jamie stood. He bent and pressed a kiss to the top of Claire’s head, then turned away to order water and fresh clothes brought up for him. He was terrified of holding that tiny little bundle, so much like fine porcelain the baby seemed to be. But if Claire thought he could do it… 

He took a deep breath. It was the first step toward an entirely unknown future. He had an immense responsibility on his shoulder, with a child to care for now, but Jamie would see to it that his family was safe and well cared for. That was all he could do.