#You've bewitched me body and soul
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I shared it as a link BUT HERE IT IS AS A VIDEO SO YOU GUYS CAN ENJOY
I paid so you don't have to! (worth every penny.)
Tim put his heart and soul into this and I wish I could give him the fattest hug. Please do what you will with this video! Make art and things 🥺🥺🥺
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Editing original post to include a transcription for anyone else with audio processing, as I noticed a few tags! Sorry guys should have stuck this in here from the jump but here it is now!
#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#Tim downie#cameo#AHHHH#I love him so much#Tim and gale are both treasures#Pride and prejudice quote#You've bewitched me body and soul
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dreams unwind....love's a state of mind....
#stevie nicks you've bewitched me mind body and soul#the urge to change my icon to stevie nicks has never been stronger
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“You've bewitched me, body and soul”
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an assumption:
you'll never be a friend to a person from social media. and
i assumed that you'll reply to open a conversation, again.
trueee. i don't make friends on the internet anymore. it's just so hard, i can't. the people are awful and i can't keep up with the same bs. i'm the most mellow person you'll meet irl and we will instantly hit off but on the Internet i just can't keep the conversation going unless i'm like really down bad for u or I find ur energy chaotic🤪🤪🤪
#but i never knew someone would notice this#so weird u didd.#woww im stunned??#its always wyd not you've bewitched me body & soul and i loveee i lovee i lovee uuu and wish from this day forth never to be parted from u#<333#let the conversation have a fuvking motive what the fuvk is wyd how are u what are u studying#the bar is so fuvking low i swear#pretend that we are already friends and be fuvking chaotic in my dms next time<33#answered
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Enid: You've got no idea how smart Wends thinks I am.
Yoko: Why? And how?
Enid: She knows nothing about media, nothing. So If I wanna say something romantic or smart I quote a famous line and she has no idea!
Yoko: Bullshit. No way that works.
Enid: Name any movie or show and I bet I can say a quote and Wednesday won't know it.
Yoko: Alrighty then, Pride and Prejudice, everyone knows the famous lines from that.
Enid: Deal.
Enid: Wednesday!
Wednesday, walking over: Yes?
Enid: You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.
Wednesday: Oh my, I love you too, Enid.
Enid, grinning: Just wanted to say that, i'm off to get some cookies now.
Yoko turning to Wednesday: You know don't you?
Wednesday: Of course I do, but it keeps her amused.
#wenclair#wednesday#enid sinclair#incorrect quotes wednesday#incorrect quotes#wednesday addams x enid sinclair#wednesday x enid#wednesday addams & enid sinclair#wednesday addams#yoko tanka and enid sinclair#yoko tanka#yoko wednesday
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body & soul.
alhaitham x gn!reader.
inspired off that pride & prejudice scene.
0.7k words.
the dense morning fog is quite the sight to see, you think to yourself, trudging through the grounds of the estate. you barely make out anything apart from the white fence that had been your guiding light for the past quarter hour, muddied boots making embedded footprints in the steps you take. it is frighteningly cold, but there seems to be a particular kind of coldness within you this sombre morning. it feels almost–
empty.
as if you soul was longing for something. you know very well what it misses, but how is it that you can miss something– no, someone, so dearly – if they had never been yours at all? he was never yours, he could never be; although you wished quite the opposite. as if you'd ever make those intentions known to him.
speak of the devil, alhaitham. you could vaguely make out his broad silhouette, shadows in the fog becoming larger as he walked towards you. your boots seemed to refuse to move – frozen in the very presence of this man. alhaitham now stood before you, his towering stance seemingly softening at the sight of how cold you were.
the unspoken question hung in the air as he stared at you, not unkindly. why were you out here, at such an unfathomable time of the morning?
”i couldn't sleep.” you exhale. the air feels a little colder, an obvious sign of the coolness the two of you shared.
“nor i.” he lets a small smile grace his features before taking a quiet breath. ”my aunt–”
”yes, she was here.” you nod. there was no need for trivialities.
the silence seems to only amplify after your four words, slowly filling in the crevices of the conversation – until alhaitham steps forward.
“how can i ever make amends for such behaviour?” he whispers, addressing the elephant in the room. a brave step – one you couldn’t have bore to take. what amends, alhaitham? how do you dare to speak of amends you could make when you have done nothing wrong in my eyes?
“after what you've done for kaveh, and i suspect, for nahida also, it is i who should be making amends.” you look back up at him, almost uncertainly. you wonder if you should revert your gaze back to the earth.
you see him sigh softly. gather yourself together, alhaitham is something you can glimpse at, by the weary look on his face.
“you must know, surely you must know, it was all for you. you are too generous to trifle with me. i believe you spoke with my aunt last night and it has taught me to hope as i’d scarcely allowed myself before.”
hot, salty tears gather, threatening to spill over. please, don’t you dare to betray me. you've betrayed me once.
“if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once.” alhaitham continues. he straightens his back, looking at you straight on now. he looks … glowingly different. almost empowered.
“my affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever, i promise.”
no, alhaitham – how foolish it would be to think that it would have changed. do you not see it? how the light returns to me the second i hear you speak, how i stop to listen to you even when my soul remains obstinate – my affections will never allow themselves to be changed, they belong to you, and you alone.
“if however, your feelings have changed – i would have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul, and i love... i love...”
”i love you.”
oh.
“i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
oh, alhaitham. there is no doubt about it now – salty tears have won their freedom, flowing down your cheeks only to be caught and thumbed away by his hands. he holds you so gently; do you deserve this kindness, little bird? do you deserve to be held so dearly?
you look at the spark of light in his eyes – it is warm, inviting, loving. he loves you. there is no doubting it anymore. you whisper those three special words into his chest, burying your head into him when you feel him nod and rest his head atop yours in acknowledgement. he feels ... safe.
i love you.
“well, then. your hands are cold.” you chuckle wetly, holding his hands tightly in yours. and maybe, just maybe –
he squeezes your hand back tighter.
"it's quite alright. i trust that your touch is enough to warm them."
#long post#― latest brew.#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact x gn reader#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham x gn reader#alhaitham x you#alhaitham x y/n#alhaitham fluff#pride and prejudice#genshin drabbles#genshin fluff#astronetwrk
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𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All sentences were taken from difference media about age gap and age difference relationships, all acceptable relationships within consenting adults with age differences. Please do not use for teenagers or taboo relationships. These have some foul language or suggestive undertones so please beware. You can change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.
I bet it doesn’t feel like this with that boy of yours, does it?
You’ll never know when I’m going to drag you into the darkness, pumping my cock into one of your tight holes. And you’ll take every inch like a good little girl.
What a tiny life we’d live if we fashioned ourselves to the comforts of others.
I think I'm a little old for that, love.
No, not old. But you're, you know, a man.
Tell me that you've never had anyone else. I want you to pretend.
You show me things I've forgotten.
Sometimes I think you must have seen it all before. That I can't show you anything new.
I like you as you are, he said. Even if you're going to wear me out.
I’m rough with your body sometimes, but I’ll always be gentle with your soul. She bruises far more easily.
This prince is a few years younger than you, and does not have much experience.
I must have forgotten how young you would be, Princess. Has there ever been a sovereign of such tender age?
Who is to say what love is or what it wants to be, the shape it takes, or how quickly it comes on? Love has always made a fool of time.
I don’t feel old. As a matter of fact, sitting here with you makes me feel older, not younger. Nothing is rubbing off.
Mr. Rochester was about forty, and this governess not twenty; and you see, when gentlemen of his age fall in love with girls, they are often like as if they were bewitched.
He's old enough to be your father.
Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.
But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so.
Age is no barrier. It's a limitation you put on your mind.
Age considers; youth ventures.
Age, like distance lends a double charm.
I'm a strong believer that a good relationship can work, whatever the situation.
Love knows no boundaries, not even the ones defined by age.
Don’t let society’s judgment define your love. Follow your heart, despite the age difference.
Most people would be upset they get an old man as their husband.
Do not worry about your age, Ser. The lady pays attention not to age but prowess.
I will not let time choose my lovers for me. I trust my own judgement.
You should look to more prosperous gardens, Your Grace.
I was sixteen years old when you were born.
No doubt you were much my superior in judgement at that period of our lives; but does not the lapse of one-and-twenty years bring our understandings a good deal nearer?
Come, my dear Emma, let us be friends, and say no more about it.
I have seldom seen a face or figure more pleasing to me than hers. But I am a partial old friend.
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
We spend more time discussing this matter than being together as a couple. And I believe you are doing it on purpose.
You think my attention is as fickle that I would look elsewhere.
Perhaps it would be you who looks elsewhere. A handsome older man must have youthful maidens at his disposal.
If we were closer in age, it would've been fine.
I have loved you since the moment I helped you with your zipper.
Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?
You’ll be a silver fox before 40 at this rate.
Well, it’s definitely your fault. You stress me out. You’re making my hair turn white.
It’s easy to cast opinions when your heart isn’t the one invested.
I hope you love me, because I love you like crazy, and I'm going to want you the rest of my life.
You already know the truth. And I will be by your side, but I am not good for you.
I am tired of others getting to choose who is good for me. You do that quite often, frequently.
You'll keep your name. You'll keep your will. You'll have your own servants to attend you— you will have everything you ask for.
Don't ask me to let you do. Do you understand? Do not ask me.
It might be best for us, for myself, if I found myself useful elsewhere.
I wish you could just slow down so I could catch up to you.
Stamina is not an issue. But rather what others will whisper.
When are you going to get over this? All I did was touch your leg.
Why would it matter if someone saw you saying hello to me?
But it’s nice to be around you. Like I haven’t lost a decade of my life.
I been in love with you since I was six, fool.
I will always belong to you, but I’m afraid there will be others after me. I’m not a young man/woman.
A kiss ... a muse. It is a question, an unlocked door. It is ... elation ... and anguish.
You have treated me better than any young man my age. Why should I go for either of them?
Young men are eager lovers. I prefer my lovers to take their time. I’m sure with men is the same.
You make me feel really safe. i’m not used to that.
You gave an old man purpose again. And that is more than I can ask of you.
I was a child then, with a crush and a dream. As I grew, dreams changed but you remain the one in my dreams.
I have thought about kissing you a lot. What would that make me?
I have more in common with you than men my age.
Do not pretend to think what I think.
More recently, there are rumors she prefers her lovers to be younger. Truth to be told, I don’t blame her.
I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.
We have never done anything to be ashamed of. You’ve never done anything to be ashamed of.
Personally, I think the difference keeps us interesting in another another.
You can teach me all you wish, and I can learn. I know I can.
There is always a wild side to an innocent face.
You are being too forward right now, my lady. Be careful.
There would be other loves. Even great loves. But she was right, only one remained perfect.
Maybe there are some people you marry and people you love.
Just so you know, you're a natural lover. Your body expresses beautifully what's in your heart.
I have never felt so alive... as when I am in your arms.
A 5 to 7 relationship is a relationship outside of marriage.
You're older than I am, you're wiser I'm sure and you've seen much more of the world.
#roleplay memes#sentence meme#( cali meme. )#rp memes#rp prompt#rp musings#roleplay prompt#age gap meme#age difference meme
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༺ 𝒜 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 ༻
Raphael’s arms were crossed as he leaned against a tree, a surge of unfamiliar emotions welling up within him as he watched his bewitching little mouse, Tav, twirl gracefully in the delicate snowfall.
No Warnings - Raphael softness - Dancing In The Snow
The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a soft, exquisite glow over the winter landscape. The air was crisp and still, with the scent of snow lingering in every breath. The ground blanketed by a layer of pristine white, untouched by any footsteps but for the path that you had created.
Raphael’s arms were crossed as he leaned against a tree, mesmerized as he watched his bewitching little mouse, Tav, twirl gracefully in the delicate light snowfall. A mischievous smirk played across his lips as he began to approach you, his voice filled with a hint of playful concern.
"Careful, little mouse. You might catch a cold," the devil teased, his eyes wandering across your body as he placed a hand on his chin before he continued, "How terrible it would be to have you confined in my bed."
You, undeterred by Raphael’s deluded concern, simply smirked and extended your arm towards him, beckoning him to join you. Your eyes were filled with a mixture of confidence and yearning, “Join me, won’t you?”
Laughter filled his chest, “Well, darling, I must say that the privilege of dancing with me doesn't come cheap. But since you've asked so nicely,”
Raphael had a soft spot for you, this you knew, however you still couldn’t help but to worry about the consequences of indulging in this blasphemous act. Even if it was a simple dance it was never that easy with him, this you also knew.
Accepting your invitation, his hand intertwined with yours, ”How could I refuse.” A fiery wall surrounded Raphael's human disguise revealing his much larger devilish physique, his elegance and power revealed. He unfurled his scarlet wings, enveloping them around the two of you to shield you both from the falling snow, creating a sanctuary amidst the winter wonderland.
With each swirl and turn, the snow whispered beneath both your feet like a secret shared only between the two of you as the night continued. It had felt as if you were both floating above the frozen ground, Raphael’s movements light and effortless.
As time went on winters kiss attempted to chill both your body and Raphael’s wings, but you were both unaffected- warmed by the fire casted from within Raphael’s soul.
It didn’t take long for the silence of the night to be broken, “My dearest, Tav. As quaint as this is, it’s much too cold for my taste.” He pulled away from you, giving you a small bow, “Let us continue this elsewhere. Come” With a snap of his fingers you found yourself once again in his House of Hope and in the arms of your devil.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#raphael bg3#raphael x tav#Raphael bg3 x reader#raphael the cambion#bg3 raphael#tav#raphael x reader#baldurs gate raphael
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Me, to Larian Studios: You've bewitched me, body and soul
Can't wait to paint more characters, I love all the designs so much! The DnD player in me rejoices at this character portrait creator...
#shadowheart#baldur's gate 3#BG3#astarion#lae'zel#larian studios#baldur's gate#baldurs gate#traditional art#sketchbook#colored pencil#aquarelle#character portrait#character art#dnd artist#dnd art#my art#acrylic painting#fantasy art
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Surprise! Jason Todd x Reader
You get lost to the rhythmic buzzing of the tattoo machine. You decided to surprise Jason with a tattoo and you came up with the perfect one. You love the design the artist came up with. As he finishes up the script you can't help but admire it. After he finishes he bandages it up and goes over the aftercare instructions with you and gives you a sheet just so you don't forget anything. Once you've paid you head back to your shared apartment.
Your apartment smells amazing due to the pot roast cooking in the slow cooker. You start setting the table. You know Jason will be home soon and you were all about surprising and spoiling him. He has had a rough few nights of patrolling and deserves a little something special. You turn the crock pot down to keep the food warm while you anxiously wait for Jason to come home.
You heard him unlocking the door before he came in. He dropped his gym bag by the door as you walked over to greet him. You kissed him softly before asking, "how was your day?" He holds you in his arms, "Good but I missed you." You smile, "I missed you too. I made pot roast for dinner." He kisses you, "it smells amazing." You tell him to take a seat at the table before grabbing the crock pot and placing it on the table. As your sitting it down Jason notices your bandaged arm for the first time, he reaches out and gently holds your wrist.
"What happened? How badly are you hurt? Who did this? I swear I'll make them pay." He threatens as he starts to ramble. You can't help but laugh at how protective he instantly became." He looks at you confused, "Princess this isn't funny, you're hurt and I want to know who did it." You smile as you bite your lip trying not to laugh. "Jason I did it and it's really not that bad, see..." You say as you pull off the bandage. Jason's eyes widen as he turns your arm this way and that to look at the fresh ink on your forearm.
He has gone quiet as he studies it. Now you bite your lip and fidget because you're nervous he doesn't like it. "The poppy is for your birth month, and You have bewitched me, body and soul, well you know where that's from." You say explaining the tattoo. "You got a tattoo for me?" He asks. You start to freak out, thinking he hates it. "Yes." You answer, trying to keep your voice calm. "I love it. It's perfect." He says before pulling you in his lap and kissing you.
After briefly making out with you, he asks, "Why the tattoo and my favorite meal?" You smile and blush a little, the tattoo I've been thinking about for awhile and the pot roast because you've been stressed out and had a rough couple of nights so I decided to make your favorite. Alfred gave me the recipe." He holds you close to him, "you are so good to me, princess. I don't deserve you."
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the chemistry read
this is a snippet from the famous dc!au that started with The Greatest Hits [read here] you don’t have to read it but a lot of things would make sense if you do! hope you enjoy.
Admittedly, you shouldn't give into peer pressure. It does nothing for you in the end except show others that you can be bent to their will. But that will being your fan base is a whole other thing.
You had to prove to your fans that you could deliver right?
"What are you planning over there?" Jason asks.
You look up from your phone. He's sprawled out on the lounge seat by your side. God he looks good but you've told him that when he woke up this morning and when he was making your breakfast. His ego could go an hour before being inflated again.
So you shrug your shoulders.
"A couple of people are saying we don't have chemistry." you answer.
You watch in real time as Jason gasps and gets up from his seat. He walks over to you with a dumbfounded look on his face. There he stands in front of you with his hands on his hips.
"We? Us? You and me? The co-stars of a big blockbuster romcom? That we?" he fires off.
The laugh works its way up from your belly to your chest.
"Yes, us. I was just trying to figure out a way to prove them wrong." you explain.
Jason bends down and the action confuses you. Until his knees hit the end of your lounge chair and he crawls his way up to you. For the love of everything holy you know the two of you haven't gotten intimate yet but you can just tell he is a master of foreplay.
As he hovers above you know you don't know what to think. You can't think. There are no words in your head except for Jason's name.
"I think I've got something." he says.
It's barely above a whisper. You don't know why. The two of you aren't in the country right now. An impromptu weekend vacation to a beach house down the coast. It's just you two here.
You go to speak but stop yourself when Jason grabs your phone. He holds it out for you to put in your passcode, even shuts his eyes when you do it. Then he takes your phone and sets up the camera to video mode.
"Chemistry read. Right here, right now." he speaks.
You look at him incredulously. A short laugh tumbles out first and then you realize that he's not joking. You smile again and set your phone against the chair side table. The camera catches you and Jason from your chests up.
"What script are we working with here? I'd like to be professional about this Mr.Todd." you ask.
"All of them. We're doing best romcom lines ever." Jason answers.
You reach over to your phone and hit record. Jason takes this time to roll back his shoulders and crack his neck. It makes you yelp and cackle like an animal. He has to reel you back into the moment.
He goes first. And boy does he make a show of it. He looks at you intensely It's the way his eyes aren't just one color that throw you off focus. Sure you couldn't think about lines before but now? Definitely not.
"You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." he repeats.
Your eyes widen and your hand clamps over your mouth. Jason laughs right along with you. You clear your throat and try to calm yourself.
Then you lean right in. You and Jason just a foot away from each other. You see the smirk on his face.
“Just shut up! Here... I wanna marry you because you're the first person I wanna look at when I wake up in the morning, and the only one I wanna kiss goodnight. Because the first time that I saw these hands, I couldn't imagine not being able to hold them. But mainly, when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So, will you, um, marry me?” you spurt out.
Jason lets out a gasp. You dust your shoulder off with a bashful grin on your lips. Nodding you head to your choice of rom com.
Then Jason leans in so that your noses are touching. You can't help the way you take in a huge breath. Or the small noise you make that Jason is eating up by the way.
“You jump, I jump, remember? I can’t turn away without knowing you’ll be alright.” he says.
Titanic? No way!
You have to one-up him. You can't let him win this hypothetical challenge you've set for yourselves. No way. Realistically he reads English lit so he's going to have an advantage. But you would be damned if you went down without a fight.
“You were my new dream.” you reply.
“You complete me.” he shots back.
“You had me at hello.” you respond.
Jason lets out a warm breath and you feel it against your face. Did he just let you win? You cock your head to the side. But sure enough Jason cradles the side of your head with his hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheek.
Yeah he let you win. But you think back to the way he crawled up the chair to you and you think to yourself that you have already won twice. Three times if you count the fact you woke up next to him this morning.
Why not let him get a little something for his troubles?
You turn your face inward to his open palm and place a kiss to it. As you do your eyes never leave his. His eyes go wide and then soft, a downturned smile on his lips.
"Think we need to shut the camera off now."
“Why?”
“I mean I’m okay with PDA but some things are meant to be private.” he explains.
“Some things like what Jay?” you ask.
You know good and well what he’s talking about. You actually love teasing him. It’s the better part of each day you spend with him. The way he reacts.
"Things like my tongue in your mouth.” he says with a smile.
You nod your head along, “Get the camera pretty boy.”
His eyes do the thing again and he’s reaching over for the phone to hit stop.
“Yup. Got it. Got it. Getting it.” He says stretching over you and fumbling with the phone.
He hits stop and record a bunch of times. You know you’re going to find several two second videos of you and him sitting like this. You don’t care though.
All you can think about is savoring this moment. He looks hot to the touch with the sun behind him. His sunglasses in his hair. Shirtless in tropical designed swim trunks that you don’t think anyone could pull off but him.
And he is all yours.
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FROM THE EDGE OF THE BLACK SEA
After a deadly confrontation with the Laird and Warchief of Clan Mackenzie, the last son of Lallybroch goes on a frantic search for his one true love, praying he isn't too late . . .
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Jamie's found his runaway heart in the ruins of an old abbey by the sea.
He swings his long leg from off his great stallion's back and crosses what's left of the crumbling stone archway to the back where the wall of the abbey has collapsed.
Claire sits there amongst the rubble and weeds with her knees pulled up to her chest, transfixed by the rhythmic rise and fall of the black ocean waves. Was she longing for them to sweep her away?
Jamie couldn't bear the thought of losing her, even as guilt gnawed away at his guts for being the one to have selfishly brought her to this savage place.
For failing to keep her safe.
He can see the bruises on her neck with the lifting of her long dark curls by the cold misty wind and can only imagine what other marks hide beneath her cloak and crumpled dress, making his blood burn black with rage.
As if she's heard the mad thrashing of his heart, Claire looks over her shoulder and her eyes that could bewitch a man into giving up his soul widen in a burst of golden surprise.
"You idiot!" She cries to Jamie's horror. "You damned stupid fool!"
Seizing a rock, Claire hurls it at his head, followed by another and another after that. She then attempts to run when Jamie makes a move to grab her and becomes trapped against his chest.
"Let go of me!" She shouts, jerking violently in his arms wrapped ironclad around her.
"Sassenach! Claire! I'm not here to hurt ye!"
"Let go of me, damn you! Let go!"
The desperation in her voice tears at Jamie's very soul making his arms drop like lead at his sides.
Claire stumbles forward but doesn't run off like he feared she would. Instead she turns to face him, glaring fiercely, with her breath coming out in hurried white puffs around her flushed and freckled cheeks.
"Why did you follow me?" She demands.
"Why the hell did ye leave the castle wi'out telling me? Surely ye must've kent I'd search night and day for ye," Jamie fires back, shuddering with frustration and exhaustion from his tireless pursuit of her.
"It doesn't matter why. You weren't supposed to follow me anyhow." She waves her hand to the trees beyond them that blanket the hills. "Now Dougal will send the entire clan after us thinking you've betrayed him. "
"He won't. I made sure of that," says Jamie, voice cold and unrepentant as the tide crashing against the cliff side, eyeing her bruised throat.
Claire clasps her hand to it.
The same one she slashed Dougal's face and bare chest with in the shadows of her bedchamber, drawing blood that she can still taste like poison on her lips.
"You didn't have to - he didn't -"
Blood rushes to Jamie's face, furious as a thundercloud.
"I did what needed to be done to protect ye, Claire. "
"Jamie, that's all you've ever done for me. That's why I didn't tell you about Dougal. I didn't want to put you in danger."
"You think I care about myself? He hurt ye dammit!"
Jamie slams his fist against a standing stone.
"The one I've waited all my life for. Who holds the whole of my heart . . ." He takes a step closer, voice low and thick with passion. "The one I love."
Claire takes a step back, not daring to believe. Her voice a quivering whisper.
"You can't mean that."
Jamie fixes her with a searing blue gaze and says -
"Have I ever lied to ye?"
The tears come hot and fast down Claire's cheeks and Jamie does his best to thumb them away, lifting her face that's ethereal as a star in his big hands. Oh, how lovely she is.
"Since when?" She murmurs tearily. "How long?"
"From the moment I gave ye the breath of my body while you struggled for air on the shore, when ye weeped in my arms for what was lost to ye that first night at Leoch, my heart and soul have belonged to you. Even in death when I'm nothing more than dust in the wind and far beyond the hereafter, my love for you will never waver." He rests his brow against hers, bowed as if in prayer. "This I promise you wi' all that I am. Will you have me?"
Claire reluctantly pulls away and looks up at his face beaming with devotion she's never known, could never dream of, hands grasping at his chest.
"More than anything I want to say yes -"
"Then say yes!" Jamie sings, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth as he says so, clutching her waist to his.
"But the clan -" Claire pleads, cupping his stubbled cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. "They'll kill you because of me."
Jamie lays his hand on her wrist, feeling her pulse throbbing hard against his palm and squeezes it.
"My uncle had many enemies and a great many of them are drinking to his death right now not knowing who gave their laird the final blow nor caring. And as for us," a shy and hopeful smile illuminates his face that gives Claire's heart an ache so sweet. "They'll think we've eloped just like my mother and father did. That damned fool James Fraser, they'll say, bewitched by his silkie bride."
And then there's no longer a need for words or even air as Claire once more takes Jamie's breath away, this time with a joyful, heavenly kiss.
//
Backstory: Jamie finds Claire on a rocky shoreline thinking she's a dead seal. But when the seal starts to move he thinks there's a pup trapped inside. He slashes the belly open and out comes Claire. Bloodied. White as bone. And her first gasp of human life leaves her choking and breathless hence Jamie giving her the breath of his body so that she may live.
Also I couldn't think of a better name for this drabble nonsense so I went with the first thing that popped into my head. The song by The Cure - The edge of the deep green sea. That song has a totally different vibe than what's conveyed here but damn what a great song.
Forgive the stupidity of the drabble pls
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Any thoughts you’d like to share on the other origins characters? Anything you like about them :)
Again, haven't played the game so these are my general thoughts based on a few romance compilations, YouTube Shorts, and memes. If anybody would like to rectify this, please Venmo me $500 so I can buy a PS5.
Shadowheart
Admittedly don't know that much about her other than the emos love her and she follows a goddess of loss. Looks like her arc is all about questioning institutions and her god, which I think is very sexy of her. If anybody has a quest line compilation video to recommend so I can see her whole story, please send it my way.
Lae'zel
The other origin character I admittedly don't know that much about. Still love an arc about questioning the system she was raised in and her god. Again, very sexy of her. Fish out of water stories are some of my favorites. Pair that with a hardened character learning to enjoy the gentler things in the world, and you've got yourself a banger. I should really look up her quest line at some point to get a full view of it.
Karlach
Best girl. Strong muscles, soft heart. I want her to be my best friend IRL. She deserves better and if there is any way to get a better ending that allows her to stay in Faerun, the studio needs to get on that ASAP. In the meantime, I'm going to stay in the part of the internet that says she's fine don't worry about it. I'm hugging her and there is nothing you can do about it.
Wyll
Sweet boy. A perfect boy who did nothing wrong ever. Yeah, yeah, sold his soul to a devil, but he had a good reason. Plus, he was seventeen. Nobody should let a seventeen year old make any decisions ever. I do need to find a good romance compilation. He needs more love. His friendship with Karlach is everything to me.
Gale
People really need to stop complaining about this man. I see too many being ragging on about how he's not over his ex and keeps bringing her up. "With you I forget my goddess?" That isn't him saying with you he forgets his ex, he's saying with you he forgets his god. How are we all not collectively swooning? And he's a nerd who will info dump about his passions? Sign me the fuck up. His comfy pjs and burnt out gifted kid swagger has bewitched me body and soul.
Astarion
Guys, you've seen my blog. I'm obsessed with him.
The moment I saw this asshole pop up on my dash, I knew I was going to love him. He was the reason I decided to finally look up a romance compilation once I realized my computer was too old to let me run the game. He's my type to the point of parody. Literally anybody who knows me, knows this guy would end up being my favorite.
His arc is about bodily autonomy and trauma. He's allowed to not be the perfect victim. He's angry and violent. He's selfish and terrified. And he is, sadly, one of the few characters who, as part of his arc, realizes he can say no to sex and he can be loved without it.
My point is, it should be no surprise to anybody that the ace community loves this man, and anybody complaining about it should shut up.
If you want to write your sexy Astarion fanfic, there is nothing stopping you. More power to you. I've seen the graveyard scene too. I recognize that regaining his autonomy and being able to have sex with somebody he cares about is part of the healing process.
At the same time, if writers want to interpret his arc is him realizing he never wants to have sex again, and that being okay; let them. We need this. There are so few characters like him out there.
At some point I do want to write an hour long video essay about his arc and how it's resonated with the ace community specifically.
Anyway, those are my general thoughts. I feel like I just swung a bat at a hornet's nest with that last bit, but what's life without a little danger?
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#shadowheart#lae'zel#karlach#wyll#gale#astarion#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#astarion ancunin#wyll ravengard#karlach cliffgate
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