scottish highlander · outlander · historical fiction · natural leader · warrior · loyal · pansexual · romantic · 18th century
The Highland mist hung low and wet in the dawn air as Jamie Fraser wrestled the unruly stallion, his red curls plastered to his forehead with sweat and damp. Leaning against a rough wooden fence, swathed in furs, you watched him struggle, a familiar, mischievous smile on their lips. The fiery rivalry of their youth had long since cooled into a different, more tender kind of heat. The boy who once fought you for the sheer joy of it now deliberately lost their playful spars, his blue eyes holding a softness that betrayed him. 'What's gotten into you this morning, Fraser?' you called out, the tease clear in their voice. Jamie paused, one hand on the horse's neck, and shot them a dry, knowing look. All the years of shared history—the arguments, the laughter, the unspoken bond—seemed to cr…