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Anna
@flyinghome.bsky.social
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she/her | 💖💜💙 | flyinghome_againstthewind on ao3 | aggressively living in my happy headcanons in order to cope |

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November 9, 2025 at 12:05 AM
flyinghome.bsky.social
Beside the Seaside: Ch24

His gaze landed on Claire before him, hanging back with Murtagh to give him a moment with the children, and that nebulous thing within him — he thought it might be his very soul — disquieted by the distance between them…finally settled.

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November 8, 2025 at 11:40 PM
flyinghome.bsky.social
And my personal favorite 😭
November 8, 2025 at 10:32 PM
flyinghome.bsky.social
Why not both? 😁 This is from… something I can’t really talk about yet 👀
Julia and Henry would know her anywhere, apparently; they would know her even when she was grown and no longer the dimple-cheeked five-year-old they’d last seen. And as they both collapsed around her, the three of them holding tight to one another, Claire realized she would know them too.
November 3, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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Live look at me when I reached that part:
November 3, 2025 at 2:19 AM
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Silly little walks for your mental health are okay I guess
November 2, 2025 at 10:53 PM
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Shockingly no potatoes in my writing, but I love your continued interest/hope of this changing 😂 Someday there will be a potato! For now, here is an excerpt from the next Seaside chapter.
November 2, 2025 at 3:36 PM
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No I’m not avoiding working on my next chapter, why do you ask? 😅
November 2, 2025 at 3:22 AM
flyinghome.bsky.social
Pacing myself on drabbles now that we are in double droughtlander 🥲 I was trying to fit too much into this one that was perhaps unreasonable for 100 words, but hope you all enjoy nonetheless! #wednesday100
Claire was two when the flat, which had so cozily housed only Julia, then a pair of lovers, and finally a family of three, became too confining. “Suppose it’s for the best,” Julia sighed. “Could you imagine raising two children here?” From Henry’s curious glance, she clarified that she was not yet expecting. But… she’d always dreamt of plural — children. When it hadn’t happened for them when Claire was three and then four, Julia amended her dreams to fit the life she still loved. And so — “You’re not…?” — the hope in Henry’s half-formed question was sweeter the second time around.
October 22, 2025 at 2:07 PM
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I still think about this
October 20, 2025 at 10:37 PM
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October 19, 2025 at 7:40 PM
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And Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Now, there was only Henry, only the mending nature of his love upon her battered heart, and the knowledge that they were, at long last, on the road that would lead them home to Claire.

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October 18, 2025 at 1:53 AM
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October 17, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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Happy #wednesday100! Have some post-finale thoughts in the form of drabbles! Feeling very emotional about Mrs. Fitz and Jamie’s relationship after watching her with Ellen in BoMB 🥺 and of course I’m never not thinking about my beloved Beauchamps 😭
She’d heard he was coming to Leoch, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the sight of him, a lad of sixteen now — his father’s features with that MacKenzie height and build, his mother’s red hair… She couldn’t say to him all that she wished — that she’d loved Lady Ellen, that she’d wept in her husband’s arms when news spread of her death, but that she’d always been glad Ellen had chosen her own happiness in life. Instead, Glenna told the lad, simply, honestly, “Welcome to Leoch, Jamie. You can come to me for anything,” and hoped he saw truth there. “It’s called a bivalve shell, Mummy,” Claire says for the third time, holding up two fingers to demonstrate, “Because it has two sides.” “Yes, my darling.” Julia crouches and presses a kiss to Claire’s sweet face. “But even bivalve shells must be put away so little girls can take their baths and go to sleep.” “And have a story,” Claire insists, bouncing on her toes. “Of course.” She is excited for the trip with Henry, but she’s also dreaming of this time next year with another baby. Our greatest adventure has always been you, she thinks and kisses Claire goodnight.
October 15, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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October 9, 2025 at 1:31 AM
flyinghome.bsky.social
Beside the Seaside: Ch 23

If he tried, he could probably find the words to explain it to Ian, but all he could think was that his chance of returning to Fairy Hill had just slipped further from his grasp. “I think I might lose her, Ian.”

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October 8, 2025 at 9:45 PM
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I think there’s a good chance for it! 😭 I thought this shot would be from their holiday, but now knowing it’s when Henry gives her the tickets for their trip, I think they might be at the beach with Claire and Lamb 🥺🥺
October 7, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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Happy #wednesday100 to those who celebrate! Struggling with the lack of escaping going on in Blood of My Blood, especially as both couples have been in the same spot for 2 episodes in a row, and I also wanted Henry to hear Julia’s words to Ellen after he saw Brian, so have a self-indulgent drabble!
“—an unforgivable betrayal to keep our child safe.” The words had hardly left her mouth before she heard, “It’s not unforgivable.” Only it wasn’t Ellen before her who had uttered them. They were — absurdly, impossibly — from Henry. She turned in her seat and— Oh. He was just there outside the tent, looking at her with such pained understanding. Somehow — impossibly — he already knew. She leapt up and threw her arms around him, prying eyes be damned, and let his solid warmth soothe any of her worries. “Tomorrow,” he whispered, “during the Tynchal, keep the baby close. Be ready to run.”
October 1, 2025 at 3:17 PM
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Screaming, crying, throwing up, chewing on the furniture, climbing the walls, etc. etc. etc.
September 27, 2025 at 12:53 AM
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Fun little rebind project of Voyager because I’ve been wanting to try to make a lace-up corset type book cover for a while now. Kinda obsessed with the results tbh!
September 25, 2025 at 10:26 PM
flyinghome.bsky.social
Beside the Seaside: Ch 22

“Your da will be away for a little while, but it’s not because he wants to be and it’s certainly not because he doesn’t love us — he loves both of you so very much, more than you’ll ever know, he says. But your da isn’t… he isn’t well."

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September 25, 2025 at 12:52 AM
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Reached my 100th drabble for this #wednesday100! 🥹 Am I back to playing fast and loose with Beauchamp family lore? Yes! What about it?! Also I need them to give me just a little bit of yearning to see their daughter again at this point. Gimme something!
It was easy to draw contrasts between her children — how William didn’t settle at a song like Claire had, but he slept better than his sister at that stage. How newborn Claire’s eyes took up half her face, while William’s face was longer, his cheeks fuller. Differences aside, they were, inarguably, the most beautiful things she’d beheld. The love Julia felt for them was the very same, even as she’d once worried she couldn’t love another child as she loved Claire. How could she have known the real heartache in growing their family would be in the separation of it? “What if it’s a boy?” The question comes from Henry into the quiet stillness of their room. They are neither one close to sleep, but Julia has found a cozy position curled around her husband. “Since I chose Claire if it's a girl, what would you want to name a boy?” She thinks of suggesting Peter again, to get a definitive answer from him, but then she lets the question sit with her. And she thinks of her husband, of the man he is and of the man who raised him when his own father couldn’t. “I’ve always liked William.” The panic begins to claw its way up his throat the moment Julia is out of his sight. Because he had been so sure, before, that he had seen her, touched her, thought her to be real… only to awaken to a harrowing reality. But only his wife would know the very words of hope they’ve clung to over the years. Only Julia would remember the name they’d chosen for a boy and tucked away for another child when Claire was born. Only she could find him in the most unlikely of places, even briefly, and promise hope for tomorrow.
September 24, 2025 at 2:27 PM
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Happy Bi Visibility Day! I heard all the christian nationalists are supposed to just disappear entirely in honor of today 🙂
September 23, 2025 at 4:50 PM
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September 18, 2025 at 12:19 AM
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It’s my darling friend @casandras.bsky.social’s birthday and I feel so lucky to have found her in this big ol’ fandom! 💜 Truly one of the best souls — empathetic and encouraging and wise and so crazy talented with her writing and photo edits! Happy birthday, sweet friend!
September 17, 2025 at 2:13 PM