#bree fraser

[gazingthestars]

siblings!!!

[gillodec]

You are magical to me.

[princessrhcenyra]

OUTLANDER ⇢ 6x08 | I AM NOT ALONE

[moonyackertarg]

for all my lesbian bree truthers

[briannaellen]

Jeremiah “Jemmy” MacKenzie + being adorable

[timetravelingfanfics]

Romeo & Juliet But Make It Fergus & Y/n

Written By: Tabitha (me)

Request: wasn’t requested .

Pairing: Fergus Fraser x Reader

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“Fergus!”

“Shh!”

She rolled her eyes as she got tugged away by the man of the hour, a smile on her face.

“Fergus!” She whisper-yelled. “Where are we going?”

Fergus stopped leading her for a moment, grinning as he stared at his love.

It was almost like Romeo & Juliet. Except without the opposing families but death was quite common in their lives. Quite romantic, really. The story of Fergus & Y/n had a good ring to it, anyway.

They weren’t hiding their relationship. God, no. They just found the whole ordeal...thrilling. Sneaking away into the woods, pecking each other’s lips as they brushed passed on another, the small glances from across the room…

They just didn’t have the time or career status to have an open, stable relationship without somebody deciding to use it against them.

But there they were. Just on the border of the woods from Fraser’s Ridge, the Frasers and added MacKenzies decision for a get-together was quite booming. Surely with the racket going on in there, nobody would notice Fergus and Y/n’s absence.

And here he was. Just staring at her, hand clasped in her smaller one. He smiled, fondly. She was his. He was hers.

“We’re sneaking away-“

“As always!”

“But do we ever get caught?”

She shook her head before walking passed him, tugging him with her this time. Behind a tree, they looked around to make sure nobody noticed them before she got pressed up against it, being kissed by his sweet lips.

She could have sworn she was in heaven, with the way he kissed her. She was so happy. He was so happy.

He knew from the beginning, this is who he wanted to marry. The moment he laid his blue eyes on her all those years ago.

They kissed. Again and again. Hands roaming. They were too focused on one another to hear the twig snap, or the short walk of footsteps that made their way toward them. Or away. Like I said, they didn’t notice.

Fergus let out a groan as she pushed him away, but he quickly hid his head in her neck, stilling. They stood like that for a while. But they had to get back soon, before anybody noticed they were gone.

“We have to go back.” She told him, resting her head on his.

“I know.” He muffled. “Don’t want to though.”

She giggled and grabbed his hand(s). Admiring his faux one and playing with his real ones fingers, fondly.

“Me either.” She stared back up at him. “Let’s go.”

And they went. Walking back into the cabin, noticing everyone had began to prepare the table for dinner.

Y/n gave her love one last look before waltzing up to Claire to assist her with whatever she needed.

The table set, everyone sat, the dinner was going smoothly.

Fergus and Y/n snuck glances at each other from their spots, one always catching the other in the act.

“The food is delicious, Claire!” Y/n beamed. “I’d love for you to teach me the recipe sometime!”

“Ah, I will! It’s really simple, I’ll teach you soon!”

And the whole dinner was beautiful. Bree and Y/n were talking about the normal stuff. Jem, time, Art…even Claire joined in for a part.

Y/n began looking around, eyebrow twitching upward.

“Everything alright, Y/n/n?”

“Oh yes, I just-“ she paused in confusion. “I swore I had a napkin.”

Jamie nodded toward Fergus, noticing he had one, “Fergus, why don’t you let your lass borrow your napkin?”

The couples eyes widened, Fergus choking on his drink.

Bree cocked her head to the side, “your lass?” She turned toward you. “What does he mean?”

“I- uh, I mean-“

“No way!”

“Dinna try to cover it up, I saw you two in the woods earlier.”

Fergus blushed at the thought. Embarrassed was an understatement. He looked at Y/n and saw she was laughing and she pointed at him,

“I told you I heard a twig snap!”

He rolled his eyes and gazed at her, “aye, you did.”

And the table burst into cheers. Asking them question upon question. Certainly the talk of the night.

It was like slow motion. The smiles upon the happy couples face, as they sang and told their story on how they came to be. They had each other.

Fergus Claudel Fraser was in love Y/n L/n.

And she, with him.

[robronslayby]

“The Frasers of the Ridge are here!”

[flygirlreads]

Red

Canon Compliant, Season 5 Timeline

Inspired by the promo for S5.  Many thanks to @walkinginland​ for her time to fix a whole lot of errors. I sure hope you enjoy.

Governor Tyron had left nearly half an hour ago. I had said my farewell to him, but had kept my post on the porch. Bree had joined me shortly afterwards, with Jem in her arms. We had sat in a comfortable silence as she tried to rock the teething child to sleep.  

I had yet to hear from or see my husband, which was starting to alarm me. 

Jem squirmed in Bree’s arms and I watched her stand. 

“Mama… I don’t know what is taking Da so long, but I think it is time for me to go…” Jem let out a squeak.  “He’s getting cranky and I am tired. I think it’s time I pass him to his father.” 

“Mmm. You know there was one night when you were a baby… Frank had a work dinner and you were teething. He had wanted us to go but I could not get you settled. I sent him on his way without us.” I smiled at the memory. “And when Frank left, I took a nice bottle of whisky he kept in his bookshelf. Poured a little into your bottle, and you slept like a champ that night. It might be worth a try tonight, for your sanity and Roger’s.” 

I watched a smile to match her father’s reach across her face, “I would, but Da said we won’t have whisky for a few more weeks…” 

“Your father is in our room. If you walk into his office, there’s a wooden box on the right hand side. He has quite a nice emergency stash in there. Don’t use too much but just a splash; Or you can rub it across his gums, it might help soothe him just enough.”

“Thanks, mama.”  She kissed my cheek and disappeared into the black of the night. I waited another few minutes, listening to the sounds of the night, but Jamie still didn’t make his way outside. 

My impatience wearing thin by the minute, I decided to take myself to him. I blew the candles out on the porch and walked towards our bedroom. While it was also my bedroom, for some I felt like an outsider walking into the room. The door was cracked open, so I knocked softly, and  heard a small Scottish grunt in return.

“You didn’t walk the Gov-” I saw a flash of red on the bed and it rendered me speechless. It was no wonder why Jamie hadn’t come out to join me on the porch. 

The red material lying on our bed spoke volumes. I didn’t know how to respond. And if I didn’t know what to say or do, I could not imagine how this was weighing down on Jamie. 

It wasn’t just a piece of red material we were staring at. 

It was a uniform.

A red military uniform. 

A uniform my husband had spent his entire life running from. 

A uniform my husband has suffered under.

A uniform that had given my husband a back full of scars. 

Jamie was sitting next to it on the bed, his face in his hands. 

“I was wondering why you had not come outside to tell me how the conversation went.” I walked towards him so I was standing right in his proximity. “But coming in here, I can see why.” 

“Clai-” Jamie croaked on my name and looked up, the tears filling his eyes. Chills went down my body for the look in his eyes was one I had only seen once more in my life. 

There was a darkness in his eyes I had only encountered once. At a time when he was enduring something so unimaginable, to keep me safe from a man who had worn this same piece of clothing. A time we seldom spoke of, yet a time I knew still haunted him to this day. 

War is a funny thing and it does things to a person. It isn’t something we want, nor is it something that can, at times, be avoided. Man is a species and being a species comes with a drive to always win. The scientist in me knew this- survival of the fittest. I also knew that sometimes, being a soldier isn’t just a choice. I could argue that sometimes men didn’t have the luxury of saying no when it came to a war. 

I had once served in a war. I wasn’t a true soldier, but I had taken care of those who were on the front lines. I had served my country and suffered the consequences of war myself. I knew the horrors of battle, the loss a person endure, and how with neither time nor space did it ever really escape a person.

I thought of my first husband - Frank had served. He had done a duty to his country when it needed him most, yet when it was all over, he could simply wash his hands of it and walk away. For Frank, being a soldier had been a choice.

Jamie Fraser, though, Jamie was a soldier. He was the kind of soldier that I could argue never had the choice. Jamie was the soldier with it ingrained into his DNA. He was born into a position of power, being the Laird of Lallybroch. He had rebelled against the English to try and save his people. He had lead his people at Ardsmuir, his name Mac Dubh. 

And now with the American revolution beckoning on our doorstep, we found ourselves staring down on the eve of another war. And somehow he had found himself in the crosshairs yet again. And me, well, it was simple. Wherever he were to go, I would follow.

Blood of my blood and bone of my bone.

Coming back down to reality, I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. It was pulsating, strong and ever present. The memory he was recalling present in my head. The duty to each other, the duty to our family, and the duty to our country flooding us. 

Not knowing what to say or do, I grabbed Jamie’s knee, tethering myself to this plane.  

I heard him take a breath and pull me into his embrace. 

“Oh, mo chridhe.” He whispered into the base of my neck. 

We were so close together, yet I could feel the oceans and centuries apart engulf us. 

“I dinna ken how to say it to ye,” Jamie spoke softly and I could feel his tears down my chest. “There were so many things that have happened  to me, so many things I have suffered and been beaten for.”  

“Hush,” I said as I wiped my own tears and kissed the top of his head, “I know.”

He didn’t stop but rather pulled me closer into him. “I could carry the weight of the scars God has burdened me with. I have been whipped and bludgeoned, cut with a bayonet. I survived twenty years wi’ out my heart…” 

I looked down at him, wiping a tear with my thumb. 

“Yet he is askin’ me to wear this, and it broke me Claire. I dinna think I can do it.” 

“I know.” It was all I could say. No one, save for Jenny, Ian, or Murtagh knew the extent of just how much Jamie had truly suffered under the British. Particularly, under one with the name Randall. Jamie having to succumb to wearing what they considered to be a badge of valor, one of  honor, would be going against everything he had worked so hard to get away from. I had even spared Bree the details of just how intricate the lineage went. Jamie’s hatred for the crown ran deep into the marrow of his innermost being. 

 “We do what we must,”  I finally spoke. “Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God:  Where thou diest, will I die, and there I will be buried. Be it Scottish hill or southern forest. You do what you have to; I’ll be there.”

“Ye said that to me once already, ye ken?” He gave an attempt at a laugh.  

“I know, and it still holds true.”  

There were many things we wanted to say, so many words and feelings to convey, yet it was just this way with him- it always had been- sometimes there was nothing words could ever express. All we could do was be there for one another, and let the unspoken remain.

For he knew what lay in my heart and I knew what lay in his soul. In the end, nothing truly remained unsaid between us. 

“I’ll be there, every step of the way.” I said to him and to myself, and held him as he wept. At least this time around, things would be different and we would face it together.