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@aussieoutlanderao3
Sorry it’s been a while. If anyone’s still interested…
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70
Birth Class.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Oh, my God. This is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen…”
“Oh, fuck. What is that?”
“Oh, God, is that her guts?”
“Jesus, what just came out of her?”
“Is that the baby? Oh, oh God….”
Birth class didn’t go well.
Practice
67
For Them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Pinning down what makes Claire, Claire, is like trying to capture magic in a jar or smoke in my hands.
Practice
66
The Kirk.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This point, always distant on the horizon, is now right before me.
Claire’s hand falls away; she knows these final steps must be taken alone.
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Sorry for the delay in posting.❤️
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65
Me Being Me.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Dr Rawlings may not look like Ali, but she sure knows how to land a knockout punch... and toss in a few kicks in the ghoulies while she's at it.
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63
No’ a chance.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The woman sitting beside me, whose hair is a sexed-up mess.
Whose bright red lipstick is smeared over my lips, neck and face.
Whose bite marks still sting against my flesh.
Who I think the world of...sees something in me.
Guys! The response to my GFM has been overwhelming! Thank you so much.
We have raised almost enough for a full edit with an amazing editor who worked on Lucia Franco’s Off Balance series. I just need to get a booking now.
Hopefully soon, I will have enough enough to assist my first chosen Indie author, our very own @regaljacki (twitter handle)
Just as a little backstory, I had worked extra shifts and saved funds, but my daughter required extra neurophysiological testing—many of you know her health issues—so I had to use my editing cash. The testing is not covered by our disability insurance or Medicare but will greatly assist her learning with ASD & Epilepsy. Anyway, thank you again for giving me the chance to do something like this; to live my dream and help my girl.
Bel❤️
Hi I name is Bel, I’m from Melbourne, Australia, and I also am a writer. My pen name is,… Belinda Van Duin needs your support for Indie A
Thanks for all the support with this, guys.
With your help, we have raised the required funds for my editing, and the first donation has gone to my selected author. She has used those funds to secure her cover designer.
Both Jacki and I will never forget the #Outlander fandoms support.
Thank you, thank you.
Post the last line you wrote.
Tagged by @flyinghome-againstthewind
“I told ye, lass. I dinna care to be restrained,” he dipped a finger lightly in her cunt to gather moisture, “but it seems you do.”
Catch up here.
Tagging: @aussieoutlanderao3 @jesuisprest747 @let-the-dream-begin
POST THE LAST LINE YOU WROTE.
Tagged by @lord-jen-grey
Being lifted off my feet and tossed over his shoulder was just as hot as I imagined it would be, as was writhing on his grip and slapping my clenched fists against his rock hard back in faux outrage.
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62
Cold Scottish Air.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Violence is within me. Torturing me. Stalking my dreams.
“You're home, Jamie. Please wake up.”
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61
Too much fuss. Too many people.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A bad day or maybe even two, is a speed bump on the highway. Rough, bumpy, but passable.
It is something, but not everything.
She is everything. They, my bairns, are everything.
Guys! The response to my GFM has been overwhelming! Thank you so much.
We have raised almost enough for a full edit with an amazing editor who worked on Lucia Franco’s Off Balance series. I just need to get a booking now.
Hopefully soon, I will have enough enough to assist my first chosen Indie author, our very own @regaljacki (twitter handle)
Just as a little backstory, I had worked extra shifts and saved funds, but my daughter required extra neurophysiological testing—many of you know her health issues—so I had to use my editing cash. The testing is not covered by our disability insurance or Medicare but will greatly assist her learning with ASD & Epilepsy. Anyway, thank you again for giving me the chance to do something like this; to live my dream and help my girl.
Bel❤️
Hi I name is Bel, I’m from Melbourne, Australia, and I also am a writer. My pen name is,… Belinda Van Duin needs your support for Indie A
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60
Christmas Day. Part 2.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Jamie, man. Is that a steam pudding on your lap, or are you happy to see me?”
“Bit of both.”
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59
Christmas Day.
Part 1.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Merry Christmas, Soldier.”
“Merry Christmas, Sassenach.”
Love is a three-edged sword - Complete
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Link to epilogue: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30379167/chapters/104820579
Story starts here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30379167/chapters/74894043
Seven Sentence Sunday
(on a Monday)
Thanks for the tag @flyinghome-againstthewind 😘
“What are ye doing here, lass? Ye never come at night.” It was a non answer. I was buying time to form a coherent thought.
Her own thoughts seemed to have left her mind when her eyes found the [redacted] behind me.
Fuck…fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!
@jesuisprest747 @aussieoutlanderao3 if you wanna share sumthin
Thanks for the tag @lord-jen-grey
I have never done this...here we go...
I watch him make the tea; unable to peel my eyes from his ass. It really is the most spectacular, peachy thing. I want to suck the flesh into my mouth, let it roll around and marinade for a bit and then take a big old bite.
His eyes dart to me. Again he smirks and again I shiver. We seem to have some psychic-sexy thoughts connection going on here, albeit one-sided. Though, the way his eyes are trawling over me….
Hi all.
This is a big thing for me to do, Gulp.
Many of you know me as AussieOutlander, fic writer.
I am currently in the process of self publishing my debut novel, The Romantic Ideologies of Scarlett Grant.
I am self publishing/indie author and I need help.
Life is, well we all know what life can be and to make my dream a reality I need help. That’s why, I have created a go fund me. It’s called the Indie Author Editing Fund.
Anything raised over my 3k target will be turned into a program to assist other Indie authors to help cover publishing costs.
Your help is so treasured. You have given me so much already, I feel bad for asking for more, but I want this, and I can’t do it alone.
❤️Bel
Hi I name is Bel, I’m from Melbourne, Australia, and I also am a writer. My pen name is, Bind… Bindi Kennedy needs your support for Indie A
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58
Rub-a-dub-dub.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Do you like your gift?”
Gulp.
“Aye, verra much.”
“What do you want to do with it?”
“Everything.”
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57
The Pursuit of Happiness.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
If he had a dummy, it would be sucked to the nub and spat out in disgust.
He's a man-child. But he’s my man-child.
