"I don’t know who you were mate,” he whispered to the unseen Scot. “But you must have been something to deserve her."
— Roger to sleeping Claire, Voyager
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Some Jamie Fraser for our Saucy followers ;)
30 Day Book Challenge Day 15
Favorite male character.
I’m going to have to say Jamie Fraser from Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. He’s funny, honorable, and protective to the point of death for his family. He’s also very loyal, has red hair, and a Scottish accent. He needs to exist in real life.
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Diana Gabaldon writes wonderful, wonderfully fun books about you know, time travel, sex, Scotland, some sex, the Americas, bat guano, etc. Ron Moore is turning it into a series for Starz. I’m kind of meh about it, but I’m bored so I’m hella going to cast it.
Spoilers below! (Although, come on,…
a truly daunting task.
“I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rutting bull. I dinna understand myself.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber
"My Love,” he whispered. “Oh, my love. I do want ye so.”
“Not the same thing, is it?” I said. “Loving and wanting, I mean.”
He laughed, a little huskily. “Damn close, Sassenach, for me, at least.” I could feel the strength of his wanting, hard and urgent. He stepped back suddenly, and stooping, lifted me from the fence.
“Where are we going?” We were headed away from the house, toward the cluster of sheds in the shadow of the elm grove.
“To find a haystack.
"— Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon
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Jamie had come to stand beside me at the window. Staring absently out at the driving rain, he said, “There was another reason. The main one.”“Reason?” I said stupidly.“Why I married you.”“Which was?” I don’t know what I expected him to say, perhaps some further revelation of his family’s contorted affairs. What he did say was more of a shock, in its way.“Because I wanted you.” He turned from the window to face me. “More than I ever wanted anything in my life,” he added softly.I continued staring at him, dumbstruck. Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn’t this. Seeing my openmouthed expression, he continued lightly. “When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.’”I started toward him, and he backed away, talking rapidly. “I said to myself, ‘She’s mended ye twice in as many hours, me lad; life amongst the MacKenzies being what it is, it might be as well to wed a woman as can stanch a wound and set broken bones.’ And I said to myself, ‘Jamie, lad, if her touch feels so bonny on your collarbone, imagine what it might feel like lower down…’”He dodged around a chair. “Of course, I thought it might ha’ just been the effects of spending four months in a monastery, without benefit of female companionship, but then that ride through the dark together” —he paused to sigh theatrically, neatly evading my grab at his sleeve — “with that lovely broad arse wedged between my thighs” — he ducked a blow aimed at his left ear and sidestepped, getting a low table between us — “and that rock-solid head thumping me in the chest” — a small metal ornament bounced off his own head and went clanging to the floor — “I said to myself…”He was laughing so hard at this point that he had to gasp for breath between phrases. “‘Jamie’…I said…‘for all she’s a Sassenach bitch…with a tongue like an adder’s…with a bum like that…what does it matter if she’s a f-face like a sh-sh-eep.’”I tripped him neatly and landed on his stomach with both knees as he hit the floor with a crash that shook the house.“You mean to tell me that you married me out of love?” I demanded. He raised his eyebrows, struggling to draw in breath.“Have I not…just been…saying so?”
Outlander
Diana Gabaldon
want.
“After she had gone to bed, and put out the light, a man came and laid himself alongside her. It was the white bear, who cast off his pelt at night; but she never saw him, for he always came after she had put out the light.” — East of the Sun and West of the Moon, illustration by PJ Lynch
Oh I love this fairy tale :D
If their hair colors were switched, this could be Jamie and Claire from Outlander….
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Jamie had come to stand beside me at the window. Staring absently out at the driving rain, he said, “There was another reason. The main one.”“Reason?” I said stupidly.“Why I married you.”“Which was?” I don’t know what I expected him to say, perhaps some further revelation of his family’s contorted affairs. What he did say was more of a shock, in its way.“Because I wanted you.” He turned from the window to face me. “More than I ever wanted anything in my life,” he added softly.I continued staring at him, dumbstruck. Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn’t this. Seeing my openmouthed expression, he continued lightly. “When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.’”I started toward him, and he backed away, talking rapidly. “I said to myself, ‘She’s mended ye twice in as many hours, me lad; life amongst the MacKenzies being what it is, it might be as well to wed a woman as can stanch a wound and set broken bones.’ And I said to myself, ‘Jamie, lad, if her touch feels so bonny on your collarbone, imagine what it might feel like lower down…’”He dodged around a chair. “Of course, I thought it might ha’ just been the effects of spending four months in a monastery, without benefit of female companionship, but then that ride through the dark together” — he paused to sigh theatrically, neatly evading my grab at his sleeve — “with that lovely broad arse wedged between my thighs” — he ducked a blow aimed at his left ear and sidestepped, getting a low table between us — “and that rock-solid head thumping me in the chest” — a small metal ornament bounced off his own head and went clanging to the floor — “I said to myself…”He was laughing so hard at this point that he had to gasp for breath between phrases. “‘Jamie’… I said… ‘for all she’s a Sassenach bitch… with a tongue like an adder’s… with a bum like that… what does it matter if she’s a f-face like a sh-sh-eep.’”I tripped him neatly and landed on his stomach with both knees as he hit the floor with a crash that shook the house.“You mean to tell me that you married me out of love?” I demanded. He raised his eyebrows, struggling to draw in breath.“Have I not… just been… saying so?”
Outlander
Diana Gabaldon
