The morning they were supposed to leave, Claire emerged from the cave to wait for Frank and help Murtagh and Jamie ready the horses. Frank had been quieter the last few days and despite her meager efforts to get Jamie alone again, she hadn’t succeeded and wouldn’t have known what more to say to him if she had; she just… wasn’t ready to say goodbye––didn’t know how to say goodbye.
Murtagh was busy loading the horse that he would ride with the necessary provisions for the few days it would take them to reach Craigh na Dun. Claire’s medical kit was already strapped into place on her horse.
“It occurred to me,” Murtagh said, not turning his head from his task as she quietly approached, “I ought to have asked if yer man would be able to handle the reins wi’ his arms and hands bundled as they are.”
“Oh…” Claire frowned in thought. “You’re right… He’ll be able to hold them but not tightly––not enough to direct the horse very effectively, I’m afraid. And he’s not a very strong horseman to start,” she added in a lower tone on the off chance Frank had succeeded in readying himself for their journey. Jamie had sacrificed his coat and a spare shirt to help Frank appear less obviously out of place––though there was little that could be done about his trousers; Frank had no interest in donning a kilt even if there had been one to spare and seeing Frank in a Fraser or MacKenzie tartan had been more than either Jamie or Murtagh was willing to suggest.
“Ye’ll need to have him ride wi’ you then,” Murtagh declared with a nod. “We’ll no need the third horse then. I’ll leave him hobbled wi’ a note for Jamie to find when he comes back later.”
Claire’s head jerked up. “He’s not coming back before we go?”
“Nah. The lad needs to get his head right before he goes down to the house. Ye ken what he faces there, no?”
The home and remaining family he hadn’t seen in four years; it had been one of the things he’d talked about most in the brief time between their wedding and this mess. There had been pain when he talked about it with her and told her what Lallybroch was like. He had been proud when he told her she was officially Lady Broch Tuarach and that he would do whatever it took to clear his name so they could live there without threat or shame.
Now he would be taking that step alone… and with the threat looming over his head more darkly than ever. How long would it be before Captain Randall had his way and the English soldiers descended on Lallybroch again to search for him?
“He… he can’t stay long,” she murmured. “It won’t be safe for him here; it’s––”
“He’ll only stay till I get back to let him know ye’ve made it safe,” Murtagh assured her with an uncharacteristic gentleness. For a moment she thought he might reach out to comfort her in a more tangible fashion but instead his face reddened and he turned back to the ropes that would keep their bedding on his horse. “It’ll be a danger to go back to Leoch after that, too. Might be able to convince him to head to France again––or maybe to his grandsire at Beauly though that’s no likely.”
“I feel absurd,” Frank declared as he emerged from the cave.
The stress of the two weeks since he had inadvertently traveled through the stones had taken a heavy toll on Frank. He hadn’t been able to bathe properly and lying on a dank and dusty cave floor hadn’t done him any favors; a layer of grime helped balance out the pallor left behind by the fever that still rose and fell irregularly. It had affected his appetite so that his already thin face appeared drawn and gaunt, the natural lines about his mouth and across his forehead emphasized in a ghastly way thanks to the shadow of the uneven growth of beard on his chin and cheeks. Jamie’s coat and shirt were too big and too long even with the remnants of his own clothes beneath. His trousers––previously gray––had become the same muddy brown as the ground he’d been sleeping upon and would continue to sleep upon until he made it back through the stones.
“Ye look absurd,” Murtagh agreed with Frank, frowning as he glanced the man over. “D’ye need a hand to get up or can ye manage?”
Frank rolled his eyes as he strode over to the third horse.
“Not that one,” Claire explained. “Your hands; it could be dangerous for you to try the reins. I’ll ride in front and you’ll just need to keep your seat. Murtagh has most of the supplies so he should bear our combined weight without incident.”
Murtagh gave Claire a leg up once Frank was comfortably seated. She felt him wince as she jostled him, settling herself in and taking up the reins, but a moment later his arms had slipped around her waist to help with his balance. His thighs pressed against hers through the layers of her skirt and there was the unshakable awareness of something at her back but it made her want to lean forward and shy away, untrusting.
“We’d best go lass,” Murtagh said, leading the way down a path that was shallower than the way they’d come. “We’re taking the long way round and staying as clear of the main road as we can get wi’out losing our way.”
“You’re sure he knows where he’s going?” Frank inquired quietly in Claire’s ear.
She snapped the reins and their horse started forward after Murtagh.
“Yes. And I trust him with both our lives. Be sure to let me know if you need to rest; it won’t be easy terrain and it’s more tiring to just sit there than you realize,” she advised him.
Murtagh had consulted Jamie on the best route to take through the Lallybroch lands, where to cross back into MacKenzie territory, and how to skirt the field at Culloden Moor to get round to Craigh na Dun without exposing themselves too obviously.
Jamie saw the horses carefully picking their way up and out of the valley from his own perch on a rock outcropping similar to the one that concealed the cave and knew that whatever danger he’d been in of breaking down and begging Claire to stay had passed. But there was no relief in the knowledge, only the continued sinking in the pit of his stomach. Surely, whatever it was inside him that was falling would hit the bottom sometime soon; he would be able to begin crawling up and out of this misery at some point, wouldn’t he?
He waited until they had long disappeared before tracing his way back to the cave and the remnants of their camp. Murtagh had left plenty for him to finish clearing up for which he was thankful; it gave him something mindless to do while he waited to stumble across some semblance of meaning. It took longer to clear away the evidence of their fire limited to one hand as he was. Claire had given him instructions for caring for the injury to his hand; he was on his own as concerned his less visible wounds.
Jamie hadn’t expected the horse to still be there waiting but Murtagh had left his note prominently pinned to the horse’s mane with one of Claire’s hair pins.
Frank cannot ride alone so only need two horses. Will not be able to go fast so four days to the hill. Leaving Dòchas for you. I shall meet you at Lallybroch in one week’s time if I don’t see you sooner. M
Jamie crumpled the note in his good hand and clenched his teeth, silently cursing his godfather for tempting him like this. Dòchas was easily the fastest of the three horses and with just Jamie to carry––despite his considerable size––it would not take long to catch them up and Murtagh also had laid out exactly how long he had to change his mind.
“I said what I needed to say to her,” Jamie told Dòchas in an effort to convince himself. “It’s no my decision and she’s made hers and that’s that.” He brushed his hand down the horse’s neck then reached for the bridle to guide her down the slope toward Lallybroch. Seeing Jenny again and learning all that she’d suffered in his absence wouldn’t hurt nearly as much as it would have before losing Claire had left him so numb––there was that to be thankful for, at least.
With every step toward Lallybroch, he tried not to calculate how far they would have gotten, how long it would take to reach them if he left just then.
“Jamie!” He heard Jenny’s familiar voice calling and it startled him out of his reverie. He couldn’t see her but he’d distinctly heard her calling him so she must have seen him.
“Jamie, ye rascal,” she scolded––she must be on the other side of the gate putting something away. “Where have ye been and just what have ye been gettin’ into? Dinna look at me like that.” A child’s giggle stopped Jamie in his tracks. “Ye’re in for a hidin’ if ye dinna get inside to Mrs. Crook for a right washin’ ‘fore supper. Go on, now.”
She hadn’t seen him and hadn’t been talking to him at all. Confusion and a place to put his anger pushed him to finally step through the gate and into the yard, his jaw clenched as he saw a small boy with dark hair vanish into the door leaving Jenny behind wiping her hands on her apron while a basket of dirty laundry sat on the ground beside her.
She looked up and smiled, overcome for a moment, before his dour expression sank in and her own brow knitted in confusion.
“Jamie? Is… What are ye doin’ here? We had word from Murtagh that ye’d made it safe to Leoch but nothin’ about you coming home… Not that ye’re no welcome,” she added hastily, her relief at seeing him alive again overpowering her cautious edge.
“And just who might this ‘we’ be?” Jamie asked, his own edge sharp and at the ready. “Ye thought Dougal wouldna tell me about yer wee bastard there? Hmm? At least he had the decency no to tell me that ye’d named the lad for me.”
Jenny’s good humor faded fast. “Dougal MacKenzie?” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “And just what would he ken about it? He’s no set foot here since Father passed and good riddance. Or are ye truly prepared to take the word of our dear uncle over that of yer own sister?” she challenged. “My wee Jamie isna a bastard and that’s the last I want to hear on the matter or ye can turn yer sorry arse around and leave again, James Fraser. We’ve managed wi’out ye for four years and this is the note ye care to return on?”
“Jamie?” Ian called from across the yard.
Jamie’s face went momentarily slack as he saw his friend throw down the piece of horse tack he’d been carrying in order to hurry over faster.
“Yer brother-in-law,” Jenny informed him with smug satisfaction before Jamie met Ian halfway and wrapped his friend in a hug.
“We werena expecting to see ye anytime soon,” Ian commented. “Was it you who was stayin’ out in the woods up near that old hunting cave? I told Jenny I thought I saw smoke out that way but she… Are ye all right, Jamie?”
“Aye,” Jamie croaked and nodded, looking down in an attempt to blink the tears back. “I’m fine. And aye, it was me out at the cave. Something… something happened and I had to find a safe place for a few days––didna want to put anyone here in danger if it could be helped,” he rambled as he turned his back on both his friend and his sister to Dòchas leading her toward the stable around the other side of the house.
“So whatever danger it was it’s passed now?” Ian squinted at Jamie.
“For now. English soldiers might be by in a few weeks lookin’ for me but Murtagh will be back and we’ll be gone again by then,” he told them, for Jenny had followed the men as Ian bent and picked the dropped equipment up again.
“Why will there be English soldiers lookin’ for ye this time?” she asked none-too-gently.
“I dinna want to talk about it,” Jamie responded with enough force––and obvious pain––to put the matter to rest for a while. “I just… I need to wait for Murtagh.”
He lead Dòchas into a stall passing between Jenny and Ian on his way. Ian shook his head at Jenny and she clenched her jaw but nodded; her brother appeared to be even more altered than what Ian had told her he’d witnessed in France after the death of their father and she would get to the bottom of it sooner or later.
"I need you to scream. You're Karen Page he's the Punisher, he will come for you." in which Karen hurt and taken by a villain and Frank is enraged. (I was inspired by the Tarzan trailer)
Hey, so today I actually cracked 1000 followers and I cannot believe it! I’m so happy there are so many people here that like this ship as much as me and I’ve had so much fun reading the stories everyone has written and reblogging the edits and the wonderful amazing fanart. I have so little to offer fandom sometimes, and I’m way too broke to do a giveaway, but I thought if I sat down and really concentrated on filling a prompt that might be enough to commemorate this little milestone. :D I hope you like it.
The last thing she remembered was the smell of violets, dainty petals pushed against her nose, the sweet scent invading her sinuses. She’d closed her eyes for half a second to lose herself in the scent, to imagine that he had been the one to leave them on her fire escape. How stupid could she have been?
Now the only thing she could smell was the dank mildew of an underground dwelling. Poorly ventilated and even more poorly lit. The back of her head throbbed and she knew without checking that there was rather large knot underneath her yellow hair, perhaps even a gash if the moisture dripping down the back of her neck told her anything. Her sight was the last sense that came into play, an errant thought passing through the back of her mind as she wondered if this is how it was for Matt.
Her pupils adjusted to the dimness, faint far off light filtering down into her cell, the bars casting shadows across the dirty floor. It wasn’t the first time she’s been locked up, but she had to admit that the clean yet stark cells downtown were a lot more preferable than where she was now.
Genre: Oneshot. Fluff, sort-of AU, first meeting, romantic
swear word and a tiny, tiny if-you-squint bit of suggestiveness
Summary: Dan and Phil are the Youtubers we know and love, except for one thing - they’ve never met. That doesn’t stop the fanbase from shipping them, though, and eventually Phil gathers up the courage to message Dan
Word Count: 7347
had a lot of fun writing this! It was quickly done, though, so apologies for
any typos/errors ^_^
Phil’s brow furrowed as his phone went off again. The constant stream of
notifications hadn’t relented once since he’d woken up and flicked his phone
on, and he hadn’t even had a chance to get onto his home page to find the
source of all the sudden attention before yet another notification turned up
and exploded his phone all over again.
Phil nudged his bedsheets down
from his shoulders and rolled onto his pillow, squinting at his bright phone
screen. It was still ridiculously early in the morning, and yet the stream
never ended. What had he even done to spark such a reaction? The last thing
he’d done was tweet about an exciting-looking dog he’d seen walking passed his
London flat, and he hadn’t uploaded a video since four days ago. His new
footage was sitting on his laptop waiting to be edited – so what had caused this sudden flood of
Hello! I'm doing a Rick Riordan project and I want to find a quote from one of his books that describes him or what he does. Do you have any ideas of quotes or passages from his books -- I'm looking through Heroes of Olympus -- about diversity? Like some part from one of his novels that shows he includes diversity and cares about it. Thanks!
Hmm well there’s more tidbits of quotes so heres some
The Son of Neptune”
“”But first-you said you were weak. That’s not true. You want to know why Juno spared you, Frank? Why that piece of wood didn’t burn yet? It’s because you’v got a role to play. You think you’re not as good as the other Romans.” Mars to Frank
“”It’s just…last night,” he stammered. “When I summoned the skeleton. I thought…I thought that you thought…I was repulsive…or something.” Hazel raised her eyebrows. She shook her head in dismay. “Frank, maybe I was surprised. Maybe I was scared of that thing. But repulsed? The way you commanded it, so confident and everything-like Oh, by the way guys, I have this all-powerful spartus we can use. I couldn’t believe it. I was’t repulsed, Frank. I was impressed.”” Frank and then Hazel
“Still, Percy couldn’t imagine what kind of courage it had taken Frank to embark on a quest, knowing that one small flame could sniff out his life. “Frank,” he said, “I’m proud to be related to you.” Percy to Frank
Mark of Athena:
“”And the Greeks.” Reyna let that comment hang. My point, Annabeth, is that it isn’t Rome’s nature to cooperate with other powers. Every time Greek and Roman demigods have met, we’ve fought. Conflicts between our two sides have started some of the most horrible wars in human history-especially civil wars.” “It doesn’t have to be that way,” Annabeth said. “We’ve got to work together, or Gaea will destroy us both.””
House of Hades:
“”I had a crush on Percy,” Nico spat. “That’s the truth. That’s the big secret.”…”If the others found out-” If the others found out,” Jason said, “you’d have that many more people to back you up, and to unleash the fury of the gods on anybody who gives you trouble.””
“It’s not like you’ve got a choice. It’s just who you are….But, Nico, you do choose how to live your life. You want to trust somebody? Maybe take a risk that I’m really your friend and I’ll accept you. It’s better than hiding….You’re so afraid you’ll get rejected that you won’t even try. Maybe it’s time you come out of the shadows.” Jason to Nico
Blood of Olympus:
““For a long time, I had a crush on you. I just wanted you to know.”….”Annabeth.” She raised her hand for a high five.” Nico’s talking to Percy and Annabeth
Yeah those on the ones that I thought kinda went with the whole diverse person is accepted theme
Requested by several: Hi! I’m so dead can I request some frank smut pls and Omfg yes daddy kink
I need more frank x reader fucking against a wall THAT GIVES ME LIFE can you include that in some other request?
Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: daddy kink (obviously), spanking, wall sex, various sex positions, rough sex, masturbation, breath play, dirty talking, lascivious thoughts, multiple orgasms, oral sex, body worshipping, hair pulling, scratching, hickies, creampie, unprotected sex, voyeurism, begging, fingering, sexy times, kind of au-ish?, deviates from canon a bit?, Frank has like a real job, fluff, cuddling, swears, just….lots and lots of sex I’m sorry
A/N: this is just entirely smut. No plot whatsoever. Just…unadulterated kinky sex with our favorite frank castle. You’ve been warned, honey bunches.
You were literally so bored. It was as if there was nothing interesting to do while you waited not-so-patiently for Frank to come home from another day at work.
It didn’t help any that you were on the both of your guy’s bed and were in dire need of a certain type of his attention. It wasn’t a surprise when your thoughts began to quickly turn more sensual the longer you waited.