WE ARE WHO WE ARE

Oswald Cobblepot. 32. Club Owner and Crime boss. ( dc / gotham ) Charlie Weasley. 26. Cashier. ( harry potter ) EDITH SHARPE. 25. manager. ( crimson peak) ser Brienne of tarth. 40. police officer. ( game of thrones )

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Brienne smiled softly at him at his words. Was he allowed to come with her? He was like a squire awaiting his knight’s orders. It almost made her laugh. How could he be so charming, yet such an idiot. Shaking her head, she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “You’re such an arse. Of course you can come with me.” She reached down, grabbing his hand. Leading him inside, she ignored the stares that came to them. Yeah, she was a cold person since her arrival and she shot down everyone that even looked upon with interest. Her spot on the wall was taken so she let out a frown. So she stood by the door, watching people dance to the slow song. Her brows furrowed together as she watched. She never understood dancing. Her dad tried to teach her when she was younger, when he tried to form her into a ‘ proper lady ‘. But that was before all her siblings died and she ended up the heir of Tarth. “I don’t see the appeal...” she mumbled as she continued to watch them. The closeness. How was this girl not stepping on the guy’s toes? Brienne seemed to have two left feet when it came to dancing. A groan left her. “This is bloody boring...”

[citadeloftherisingstar]

I won’t stop until you kill me, or I kill you…

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fvdedheart‌:

“it has been so long since i was at a celebration like this. this event is beautiful. i’m excited for all of the festivities to come.” she mused. “tell me, have you come here with a date?” she asked with a smile. “or to find one?” the dragon queen joked. @umbrcllabiird​

he couldn’t help but smile at her as she spoke. “i didn’t, my lady. i’m afraid--- none that asked me peaked my interest and i’m not really in the mood to find one.” he sighed before he looked down to the ground. “how about yourself?”

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ofmisterios‌:

❝ if i had a lighter i’d burn it ❞ but he should not start a fire. it would end very badly, and people in the building would maybe not be happy if they had run out. no, he was not that crazy ❝ or not, things that are burned doesn’t smell good ❞ he added, shaking his head. a chuckle escaped the male, hearing what the red head said next ❝ different time for you too? glad i am not the only one ❞ here, in this era had he began to feel old because he did not understand much of it ❝ the 80s for me, the beginning of it. i was born 1966. was it around the 90s for you before you arrived to this odd town? maybe it’s a city. not used to the slangs either. i know some people used slangs in the 70s-80s, but these they use today are difficult to understand what they mean ❞

“1966?!” the weasley couldn’t believe it. “you are older than me but you look so much younger! i was born in 1972 in england.” he shook his head before a small laugh left him. “the last year that i remember is 1998. right after defeating an evil wizard.” he probably sounded insane but--- it was true. he learned that many people in this world, were not who they seemed. so why keep the wizarding world hidden? “hmmm. it was probably the time? i feel ya, mate. sometimes i’m just staring at them weirdly because i feel like they just insulted me in some fashion.”

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lcnelyxheroes‌:

.｡.:*☆ “You know, it is not…. funny to make fun of me,” Hugo muttered into his glass of punch, cheeks turning red all up to his ears. “I was not sure whom to ask. Thought about Teddy, first, but he managed to vanish, which is…. a little worrisome, if you ask me.”

“aye... it is worrisome...” he didn’t really know teddy that well. his memories didn’t go that far from their time. “i’m sure he’s okay, hugo.” he tried to reassure the male. perhaps it was best to change the subject. “did i ever tell you the time that i drove dad’s car to get bill and an old friend from hogwarts during christmas once? “

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ofmisterios‌:

❝ it has? ❞ steve questioned. well, that was a relief. it was not his fault the ugly decoration attacked him, he knew he was right— it was not his fault it fell ❝ all i can think of is to throw it away, but that is presumably not anything we are allowed to do. i can’t say it’s beautiful to look at. or what do you think about it? ❞ a brow raised. he had seen better, although it was a bit better than some of the decorations people in hawkins had. his parents had strange ones when he was younger, and he did not understand why they had them ❝ oh, you are wrong, paper is the best snack. i am eating it every day ❞ he joked ❝ this small paper is pretty important. a few words i need to remember about this century ❞

“to be completely honest, it’s rubbish. i hate it, mate but the boss wants it out.” a small laugh left charlie. yet the red haired weasley rose an eyebrow at the comment at paper before a small snort left him. “i hear it’s good fiber.” he joked back before he scratched the scruff on his chin. “aye-- this is a different time for me. it’s not really the 90′s anymore. i’m not used to the slang some of the younger ones have.”

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forgedofiron‌:

— “you have saved me every day since we have met.” of course, there were several occasions when the female knight had safeguarded his life from PHYSICAL harm, but at this time, he was speaking more of how her influence had enabled his moral growth. how, without ser brienne of tarth, he never would have proven himself worthy of what she’d filled his PAGES with. he never would have been able to become the KNIGHT whose title he’d carried, but whose actions had so often been contrary to his many oaths. the knight whom SHE had always been, even though their world had long deprived her of her rightful title. “i’m not sure what i enjoy more,” he teased, his tone lightly humorous as the man, too, advanced towards his woman. “declarations of your love, or when you call me ‘SER JAIME.’” needless to say, it went without competition for the resurrected lannister. proclamations of her LOVE would prove superior to all other things. brienne’s blush was simple enough to ascertain– and quite sweet, the same as it had been during their NIGHT together– but jaime would not push. he would wait for her consent before he was to kiss her, but soon, she surprised him once more– as she always managed to do, and in the most PLEASANT of ways, too– by kissing him. reaching upward, to cradle his beloved’s pale-white cheeks between his hands– or rather, with his flesh hand, and with the jutted end of his arm, given that his GOLDEN LIMB had been thrown into the snow minutes prior– jaime returned her kiss with rigor and passion. with a simultaneous love and tenderness. by the gods, brienne never failed to steal his breath away. “my lady…” he whispered in between kisses, the center of his chest growing warmer with each additional intertwining of their tongues. “my lady….” it was all that he could say. it was all that he could think. it was what she was to him– what she would always be. HIS LADY. 

when he kissed her back, it just washed all her worries away. he could always make her heart flutter. a small moan left her as the kissed deepened and a shiver of delight ran down her spine when he said  my lady  over again. “jaime...” she whispered back between the kisses. she had to pull herself away from the kiss- or else this could get rather heated. and she was still on duty.  yet she remained close, her hands resting on his biceps as her forehead rested against his. “you know-- i have to go back inside.” she pulled away slowly before she moved to grab the golden hand, handing it back to him. “i’m still actually on duty.” she used her other hand to hold his good one. “i can’t believe-- even in this world-- it’s brought us back together.”

[buffyscmmers]

“She’s our very own Jane Austen, She died an old maid, didn’t she?” “Actually, I’d rather be Mary Shelly; she died a widow.”

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lcnelyxheroes‌:

.｡.:*☆ “I still wonder how it even found it’s way to this place….” Hugo let out a sigh, shaking his head, resisting the desire to scratch his neck again. Like he had stated before, he felt like a complete idiot. “It is nice. Would for sure be more fun, if I would have managed to find a date, though. What about you?” 

“this world is an amazin’ thing. it’s weird, that’s for sure.” he said simply before he shook his head. yet his nephew’s words shocked him. “hugo doesn’t have a date? a good lookin’ weasley without a date? i’m appalled.” he teased before he patted him on the shoulder. “don’t feel bad, mate. didn’t come with one either. prefer to stick with myself.”

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forgedofiron‌:

— the fallen man’s heart must have leapt into his throat at the sight of brienne taking several steps towards him. it was her embrace, her acceptance, her FORGIVENESS that he craved more than anything else. new tears coated his cheeks now, but they were derived of more pleasant emotions. RELIEF and gladness to be granted re-entry into her emotional and physical spaces. “i love you, my lady,” he proclaimed, eyes shining with adoration that he, too, had always felt, but that he had not consistently allowed himself to demonstrate. “you saved me more on that day than i saved you,” he insisted warmly, before her strong arms wrapped around him. and just like that, the man felt SAFE again. intertwined with his beloved, often grateful that she stood taller than him. he could almost HEAR his little brother’s gentle teasing. he could almost hear TYRION’S words. to climbing mountains. to loving strong, empowered, beautiful female knights, JAIME thought, as if he could telepathize his thoughts to the smallest lion, wherever he may roam. “i missed you, too, brienne,” he breathed into her shoulder, taking in all that she was for as long as he could. she smelled good, he realized. it was a familiar scent to him, but CLEANER. how dreadful the both of them must have reeked over their years on battlefields. he pulled away several seconds later, but only so that he could observe her. holding her hands in his own, jaime never removed his gaze from her own. “do i have your permission to KISS you?” he asked. “i have missed the feel of your lips against mine desperately.” 

“how could i have saved you that day?” then again, she didn’t doubt it. jaime was a broken man during that time. he was ready to give up but she wouldn’t allow it. “and i love you, ser jaime.” she hummed softly before she unwrapped her arms from around him. this felt odd. this connection. she had never experienced before jaime and it still felt odd. but she didn’t hate it surprisingly. when he asked permission to kiss her, she felt a faint blush come across her cheeks. brienne of tarth wasn’t one to be bashful. the only other time she ever had blushed was their night together. she didn’t answer him, just looked at him. the look lasted a minute or two before she took a bold step. she stepped out of her comfort zone and before she knew it; she was the one to kiss him.

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lcnelyxheroes‌:

.｡.:*☆ “Most likely not,” Wanda stated dryly, shaking her head. “I do not even know who those people are, after all. “Also, Christmas is not about drinking, usually, as far as I am aware, but I feel with so many people, it is bound to get out of hand at some point. Or not?”

“most people like to drink their troubles away,especially around the holidays. you can’t even image how many people we arrest on the holidays because of being too drunk.” she shook her head and looked at the other. “are you enjoying yourself though?”

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Modern Jaime x Brienne

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forgedofiron‌:

— he could easily decipher the struggle in his partner’s disposition as she stood firmly in her original place, despite how talented of an actress she was. “aye, i’ve broken my promises.” he would not deny what was irrefutably TRUE. “i’ve broken about every oath that i’ve sworn myself to abide by.” CATELYN STARK’S head would have spun if she’d been able to hear his admission. “….but this one will not be one of them.” it would not be a broken promise. he’d sooner throw himself from the nearest cliff than betray his blonde-headed lover again. at brienne’s inquiry about CERSEI, jaime averted his gaze slightly. life had never been EASY for him, that much was certain. no one could ever hope to fully understand how complicated his feelings about cersei lannister were. “she is my sister,” jaime found himself saying with a firm nod. “she is my sister. she is the mother of my children. i love her.” it sounded as if the man was reciting items from a shopping list. he was speaking FACTS. but little more. “but i will not lay with her. i will not share with her my heart as i wish to share it with you.” cersei would have his love as her BROTHER, but not as her lover. “i swear it to you, ser brienne of tarth.” he’d made her a SER. but she’d made him a KNIGHT– a true knight. a soldier true to his oaths and promises. “–that my heart is yours. now and always.” 

when he said that he loved cersei, her heart dropped slightly. of course he did. he always would. but when he claimed that he would not see her as a lover anymore-- but as a sister. it brought a hope in brienne that she had lost long ago with the night that she was left. “jaime..” she spoke his name softly. she took closer steps, closing the gap between them. “my heart has always been yours jaime lannister. since the day that you saved me in that pit.” she spoke softly. she still bore the scars of the bear’s claws. she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. her body was shaking as she continued to hold the tears. “i missed you. so much.”

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lcnelyxheroes‌:

.｡.:*☆ “It is not that I had been aiming for it to be spiked,” Cedric made a face while putting his glass down. He really was not really a fan of alcohol, and not only because of the impact it could have onto people.

“Besides, I am of legal age at this point, if that is what you have been worried about Charlie. Which is odd, considering the circumstances that brought me here.”

“aye.” a small chuckle left the weasley. “i suppose you would be of age now.” it saddened him to think about what happened though. “a tragedy ya were, cedric. and i’m very sorry that that happened to ya.” his eyes wandered to his drink in his hand. “at least ya didn’t see the war. and fred---.” a shaken exhale left him. “ya both had bright futures taken...” he took a long swig of his drink before pouring his fourth. this probably wasn’t a good idea. 

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forgedofiron‌:

— jaime…. i do love you. i have for so long. even in the pair’s present– and heartbreaking– context, it filled the man’s heart with warmth to hear her say those words. to hear her confirm that after all that they had endured together, that she’d loved him. that perhaps the best and purest thing he’d ever done was to love HER. his crimes could not be forgiven, that much was certain. but he could repent in this small– and yet magnificently transcendent– manner. “i….i wish that this was not how our first proclamation of love had to come about, my lady,” jaime admitted, his heart still aching, and the pain that had radiated across his jaw minutes prior forgotten. “and i know that i have hurt you in ways that i can never fully repent for.” his beauty did not seem to step back once he’d stepped forward. but he minded his footsteps, not wishing to invade her space without her explicit welcome. his eyes bore intensely– but lovingly– into her own. “you should not forget what i have done to wrong you,” he began, shaking his head in further confirmation of his words. “but what if i was to SWEAR to you that you will never lose me again? what if i promise you that i will never hurt or abandon you again?” OATHBREAKER. a pained sigh escaped from him as he lowered his head slightly. “i know that my words have meant very little to most over the years,” jaime confessed. “i know that i have broken my promises to you most of all.” he paused. a final plea, a desperate desire to be near her once more, to make amends. “but i swear to you, by the old gods and the new. and more importantly, by your heart and your honor, that i shall never harm you again. that i shall be by your side for the rest of our time, should you want me to be.” 

it took mostly all her strength not to fall into his arms. to keep her hardened composer. “how am i to believe you, jaime? like you said-- you’ve broken your promises...” her hands turned into fists as she sighed softly. but she wanted to believe him. she knew that he was a good man, and he truly meant it. but-- she was so scared. so scared to go through all the mourning and heartbreak all over again. “what about-- cersei?” she simply asked. she knew that she was here and alive. and she knew-- deep down-- jaime and cersei were inseparable.

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forgedofiron‌:

— “how could you—” jaime cut himself off before he could complete his thought. how could you suggest such a terrible thing? he’d wanted to say, but he’d refrained. people said things– did things– in the midst of grief and processing, and it would not have been his place to question her experience. “no. that isn’t true. it can’t be.” their child— by the gods, had she said CHILDREN?– may have had the world’s worst father, but they would have had the best mother. “you said…. children?” the man without honor repeated, feeling even fainter with this new piece of information. he could have collapsed. “well, the children…” it felt odd, impossible on his tongue– and yet, simultaneously, meant to be. that which was meant to be, but what NEVER WAS. what a tragic outcome, as so many of theirs had proven to be. “…. the children deserved to live.” not all children did– JOFFREY likely didn’t. myrcella and tommen did, stolen from their world too soon. but BRIENNE’S did. “it never should have been a secret– you and i.” the man was becoming more bold in his words, more like his previous, self-assured SELF. whether he considered himself to be largely a good man was an entirely different debate– but he was a FIGHTER. “i should have boasted of our love– loudly and across all seven kingdoms. so that every common person and nobleman knew the same.” a look of PAIN washed across his features, as jaime gave his partner a disbelieving look. “is that what you think that i was after?” it couldn’t have been. she knew him better than that. “to conquer a maiden’s innocence?” if that had been the case, he could have picked any female in the south, north, east. ANYWHERE. after all, he was the mighty son of TYWIN, even if he was a disgrace, too. but he’d chosen her– he’d chosen her because he loved her. “you’re right. i have no right to say it.” taking a single step closer, the man’s tears began to dry up. the confidence to his tone began to grow. “…but i do LOVE you. i speak the truth, even if i have no right to speak it.” it pained him terribly– to watch the SAPPHIRE tears spill from his beloved’s averted hues. “and i think that you love me, too, lady brienne,” he continued softly. “even if you wish that you didn’t.” 

yes. her twins did deserve to live. but could she have given them the life they deserved? perhaps. she didn’t know what she thought anymore. all she knew was that it still hurt. still hurt to look at him- to have him here; alive. but he was right-- he could have had any woman he wanted. the young, pure, and beautiful maidens. any that were far from what she looked like. but when he told her that she loved him too... he was right. and she let out a shuddered exhale. “jaime..” she softly spoke. “i... i do love you... i have for so long but--- it hurts me to love you.” she looked down to the ground. “but how can i just-- forget what you did? i can’t lose you again, jaime.”