Archives for the Date September 11th, 2018

jules-fraser: Sèididh Ùine – Veil Of Time: Ch.3 – “The…


Sèididh Ùine – Veil Of Time: Ch.3 – “The Attic” 

a/n: We baaaaack. Enjoy a new chapter of this unpronounceable fic, we hope you’ll like it!

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Claire wasn’t sure but it sounded an awful lot like the large scot was crying on the other side of the door. she hesitated with her hand on the doorknob but thought it best to let him have time to himself. It was only this morning that he had come to her home and she had bandaged his arm – it felt like a lifetime ago. She knew all too well the aftermath of what a world war could do to a person, and the scot probably needed some time to adjust and realise it was all over, for good.

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Happy Castiversary, Caitriona Balfe!


On September 11, 2013 Caitriona Balfe was officially announced as the actress chosen to play Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Randall Fraser!


And finally, our perfect duo was complete


And we (and Sam!) could not have been more thrilled about it!


No wonder they cast Caitriona after THIS amazing chemistry test! 🔥🔥🔥

Thank you for being the best CEBRF we could have hoped for, Caitriona!

urcrazymulder: insp



its-moopoint: delfedelune: 5 years ago…. ♥ lucky guy indeed



5 years ago…. ♥

lucky guy indeed

Loss Ficlet: Surname


Thanks as always to @kkruml and @sassenachwaffles. Not sure why you two don’t delete me.

I started to write the Loss honeymoon and inadvertently created a whole backstory about how they decided to go where they went. The Honeymoon itself is mostly written, but until then –– here’s a little ficlet that felt out of place with the romance of those days. I would say that this is not fluff, but it feels important to me in their story. It is before the at-home handfasting and after J&C move in to the Jamie Claire Dream House With Accessory Shed ™.

Loss Ficlet (Modern AU)
May 2018

Jamie and I booked our honeymoon when we were half-drunk
on red wine and coming off one of the worst arguments of our relationship.  

A few weekends before our wedding, we had been working in
tandem in the shed we had fashioned into half office and half gardening center.
Dragging me onto his lap, his breath whisky warm on my neck, he said, “An
island. I want to take a bikini off of ye.”

I hazarded a glance at the screen of his laptop, brows
furrowed and concerned about what I would see there. “Excuse me?”

“A honeymoon. On an island.”

“Oh,” I breathed, melting back into him as his fingers
worked from jeans-clad hip up to rest under my sweater at my waist.

“Which island are
you thinking?” My head tilted, granting his lips a much improved access point to
my throat. I wanted nothing more than to wander back to each other through
touch and the planning of a too-expensive holiday to commemorate our nuptials.

“Yer choice, lass.”
His thumb lazily flicked open the button on my jeans as his hands turned
their attention to my thighs.

I took a moment to steady my breath. My response nonetheless
came out as a slurred mumble: “Give me choices.”

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nighean–donn: My aesthetic is Frontierswoman Claire…


My aesthetic is Frontierswoman Claire sharpening her ax and shooting her rifle 


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