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fierypen37 · 1 year

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The Flames Just Get Higher: Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Dany closed her eyes, pulses of satisfaction ebbing through her as the glow of her release mellowed. The fantasy had dissipated as soon as she came, and here she was, back to cold reality. Between heartbeats, the sting of guilt stabbed her like a snake’s fangs. Gods, she was faithless, heartless. Why could she not love her husband as he deserved? Robb was a good man. Kind, gentle, handsome, strong. All the superlatives girls would sigh over when they dreamed of a husband.

The simple truth was: Robb was not Jon, and thus, she could not love him. Winterfell seemed as far away as Assaha’i to her as they journeyed north. All those leagues, Dany fretted about the northern family with a lineage as old as the continent which she would soon join. Eddard Stark was dead; his heir Robb was Lord of Winterfell in his stead. Robb—named for Robert Baratheon, who given his way, would have seen Daenerys’ entire family slain. Surely the Starks didn’t share this belief—the Starks had not risen in rebellion against her brother.

The Baratheons called their banners and rode north. He persuaded his foster father Jon Arryn to join them, secure in the knowledge that Ned Stark, his oldest friend, would ride to his side. On the banks of the Trident, Rhaegar’s black lance pierced Robert’s breastplate. The rebellion melted away like mist after that. This story her brother the king had told her himself. Never fear, sweet sister. The Starks are renowned for their honor, and by all accounts, Robb Stark is a kind man. I would not send you north if I thought him a villain.

So Daenerys rode with a small entourage of maids and guards. Ser Barristan of the Kingsguard escorted her north in her honor guard. The breadth of her brother’s realm dazzled her eyes. The rolling green hills of the Crownlands, the might of the Trident and the Tumblestone, the marshy stink of the Neck giving way to the clean coniferous scent of the North. Then after a month-long slog through mud and sleet, the crenelated towers of Winterfell gleamed in the mist. Sick to death of the carriage, Daenerys rode ahead on her silver with Ser Barristan at her stirrup. The castle gates were thrown open in welcome, twin banners framing the portcullis. A grey wolf on a field of white. As they arrived, a soft summer snow began to fall. Enchanted, Daenerys dismounted in the bailey, catching the cold, feathery flakes in her hands and watching them melt.

“Welcome to Winterfell, Princess,” a deep voice said. Daenerys turned and her breath caught. He was the picture of masculine beauty. Eyes a dark, smoky grey, watching her with amusement. Wild black curls framed a long face with a square jaw. So this was a Stark face. Rumor said Robb favored his Tully mother but perhaps the word was false. The breadth of his shoulders, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the unexpected softness of his mouth beneath his dark beard. Would it rasp against her skin, or tickle? Oh yes. Yes this will do, whispered some deep inward voice.

“Thank you, my lord. Snow is a wonder. I’ve never seen it before down south,” she said with a shy smile, curtseying deeply. The air between them chilled. Horror filled those grey eyes and he dropped to one knee in the mud.

“Forgive me, my lady. You misunderstand. I am Jon Snow, Robb’s Stark’s bastard brother,” he said. Daenerys swallowed hard, her heart falling to the pit of her stomach.

Robb Stark had appeared then, resplendent in grey samite and white wolf fur. At his heels tumbled a small avalanche of her soon-to-be-family and chattering servants and guards. Threading through it all were the famed tamed direwolves of the Stark children. Huge sleek shapes of grey and black, yipping excitedly along with the children. Ser Barristan and her maids clustered around her, a buttress against the tide. Daenerys beamed, delighted. One of her deepest sorrows was leaving behind Rhaenys and Aegon and the other highborn children that played in King’s Landing’s gardens. The bright noise of chatter and laughter were familiar to her.

A sharp word from the older woman with flowing auburn hair—Lady Stark—quelled most of it. With a charming grin, Robb Stark detached himself from the horde.

“Princess, it is an honor to meet you at last. I see you’ve met my natural brother,” he said, clapping a hand on Jon Snow’s shoulder as he rose to stand beside him. The white direwolf loped to stand beside Jon.

“Jon is a fine fighter and there are no other I trust better. if it pleases you, Jon shall be your bodyguard,” Robb said. A muscle flashed in Jon’s jaw and Daenerys felt her heart sink a little lower.

Attraction to Jon Snow had been a problem from the beginning. Even in their marriage bed, she felt . . . distance between her and Robb. There were ghosts between them. Because Dany wanted Jon. Coveting her husband’s brother. Guiltily fantasizing about Jon as Robb moved inside her. It only got worse in the following months. Much like with his direwolf Ghost, the aloofness and reserve hid a deep well of feeling. Little gestures spoke volumes. Once, she confided her favorite flower that reminded her of home. Moonbloom, with soft purple blossoms and a delicate perfume. Next she knew, there was a sachet of moonbloom seeds beside her place at breakfast. Sansa had helped her plant them in the glass garden. Her good-sister had a real talent for making plants grow and privately confided it was the one place a lady could get her hands dirty. Another time, she had mentioned an obscure book on dragons and found that same book beside her place at the High Table from the maester’s library.

Jon had a knack for listening and a surprising dry sense of humor. There were no awkward lapses in conversation. Silences were comfortable in a way they weren’t with Robb. Her husband was polite and friendly, but there were shadows in eyes. Grief from his father’s death, perhaps? The stresses of leadership? Daenerys offered to help Robb, review accounts, act as his scribe or page. After all, she had grown up at her brother’s knee, in his solar or council room, learning the day-to-day business of ruling. The North was far less populous than her brother’s realm, so what could hurt for Daenerys to take some of his burden? Something like dismay entered Robb’s eyes at her suggestion, and Dany hadn’t dared to suggest it again.

A darker thought whispered it was Robb’s prejudices that built walls between them. Ned Stark had named him for his best friend, Robert Baratheon. Had her new husband learned hate at his father knee, and loathed the silver-haired wife given to him? The unspoken words seemed to pile up between her and Robb. Each one forming the brick and mortar of the wall separating them.

And then this morning. Gods. The way Jon so passionately swore to protect her, the rough caress of his deep voice as he bent over her injured finger—He was her own personal torment. So close, so beautiful, but untouchable. If she touched him, even once, she would kiss him and tumble down a well of transgressions that would damn both their souls. So instead, she made love to ghosts and in the quiet of the lord’s chamber in Winterfell, gasped Jon’s name.

Dany rose from the sumptuous warmth of the bed with a regretful glance. As much as she would like to linger in bed, there was much to be done if they were to leave after the next freeze.

Jon paced in the minuscule room, three paces to one wall, three paces back. Over and over and over. The motion should have helped give vent to the feelings boiling inside him, but instead the well of feeling crept up his throat and he choked down the urge to scream. Dany said his name. Dany said his name. Calling for him as she reached her pleasure. Had it wished it to be so badly that his ears fabricated the sound? If it was real, was it the passing fancy of a lovelorn wife? Or did she . . . could she . . .

A sound from below caught his attention. He peered through the crack. Dany was bustling about the room, resuming her packing. Jon glanced down at himself. No unseemly stains, though he was still hard. He would probably remain so until winter came again. Daenerys had said his name. Jon tucked himself away. Straightened his clothes. Combed his sweat-damp hair from his face. Had the knowledge marked him? Was he lit afire with the knowledge that Dany wanted him? With effort, Jon sought calm, exhaling three deep breaths in succession. He imagined the smell of her lingered in his nose. Rose oil and a musky feminine sweetness.

Jon resumed his post outside Daenerys’ door. The door was cracked. There she was. Puttering about her room, muttering and cursing to herself. Maybe if he took a deep enough breath, he could smell the rich musk of her pleasure. His mouth flooded with saliva. Gods, just a taste . . .

Anchoring himself with practical matters, he noticed the snow had stopped. A watery sun peeked through shredded whisps of silver cloud. That might slow Robb’s plans. If the melt began in earnest, it would hamper the sledges. They could make it to Cerwyn without incident, but the big push west would be slowed by weeks if the snow thinned. Robb chomped at the bit to begin the progress. Father’s death weighed heavily on him, Jon knew. New tension rang from his usually confident posture, there were dark shadows in formerly guileless blue eyes. It was not proper for the lord to confide in a bastard—even if they were brothers. All Jon could offer was his presence, and a listening ear if Robb wanted it. Even though jealousy over Daenerys turned his guts black, Jon would be Robb’s stalwart shield. Ned Stark’s memory would tolerate nothing less.

Jon’s own preparations were small. His clothing, armor, and spare arms were already on the pack pony. The grooms were abuzz preparing the horses. His own stallion Storm awaited him. Temperamental on the best of days, with all the noise and activity, Storm would be even more prone to bite. Though Arya was Dany’s favored racing partner, Jon hoped away from the castle he could challenge Dany’s silver Filagree. Lady Stark would no doubt have words over the propriety of a bodyguard racing his charge. Perhaps the least scandalous of my desires, Jon mused.

Lady Stark had enough to worry over with a six-month gone and Daenerys not yet with child. Ned Stark had accomplished that feat within a fortnight of his wedding—with two different women. First with Lady Stark on his wedding night, then some three months later with an unnamed northern woman on his way south to treat with his brother-by-law Edmure Tully. And of that woman—Jon’s mother—his father said not one word. Jon did not know if she was alive or dead. The more he pondered it, Jon wasn’t certain if his father’s reticence was benign neglect or something more insidious. There’s little good in trying to untangle his motives now, Jon thought, reining his thoughts away from the dark path where they strayed. Too brooding, too reserved, too saturnine. A dark cloud obscuring Dany’s light. Jon winced at the thought.

“Jon?” Dany called.

“My lady,” Jon answered, shouldering through the door. Daenerys was on her knees on the bed, trying to force an over-stuffed chest shut. The half-stifled laugh emerged in a strangled snort. Daenerys leveled a violet slit-eyed glare at him, though there was a tell-tale quiver at the corner of her mouth stifling a smile.

“Are you going to stand there and snicker at me or are you going to help, ser?” Daenerys snapped.

“At your service, my lady,” Jon replied, leaning his elbow alongside hers to heave the chest closed. Dany threw the clasp with a triumphant cry. Jon chuckled. Jon leaned against the chest grinning down at her. Desire was low thrum deep in his gut, a strain of music woven through their every interaction. Still, he treasured laughing with her more than anything. As far as he could see, Robb wasn’t quick to make her laugh.

“I think you’ve enough for the progress, my lady. Enough for next winter too, I’d reckon,” he said.

“Aye, I’m sure you reckon,” Dany said in an exaggerated facsimile of his northern accent. Jon’s grin widened. Gods, she was beautiful. And as charming as a songbird.

“Dany? Are you in here?” Robb’s voice seemed to cut the air between them. Studying her face as he was, Jon thought he saw her smile freeze and falter slightly.

“Here, Robb,” she called. Jon heaved the chest off the bed just as Robb entered the room. He kissed Dany’s cheek in a glancing greeting.

“My lord,” Jon said with a bob of his head. Manners had been dinned into his head from his earliest moments, so deference was given without thought. Robb’s smile of greeting was distracted. Jon scrutinized his brother. The same tall, sturdy strength, his wavy auburn hair combed away from his forehead. The full line of his mouth had a new downward turn, his summer-blue eyes an unfocused air. A chill washed over Jon. Was Robb suspicious of him or Daenerys? Grey Wind trotted in at Robb’s heels, nudging Jon aside to lick Dany’s chin politely in greeting.

“Hello to you, my sweet boy!” Dany cooed to the direwolf, scrubbing behind his ears in greeting. The strong smell of wet dog stung Jon’s nostrils.

“How goes it with the preparations, my lord?” Daenerys asked, looking up from Grey Wind’s adoring golden eyes. Even the direwolves were in love with her.

Robb surveyed the disarray of the room and busied his hands with smoothing the bedclothes.

“We are nearly ready. My only concern is the weather. A hard freeze would be best. We may have to delay our departure until the day after tomorrow.”

“Can we not begin on horseback? I hope the delay isn’t solely a concern for my comfort. I can ride,” Daenerys said, motioning for Grey Wind to sit. The smoke-grey wolf obligingly sat. Dany scratched the smoke-grey fur between Grey Wind’s ears and his yellow eyes dipped closed in slits of canine pleasure.

Jon bit the inside of his lower lip to contain a smile. The hint of pugnaciousness in Dany’s voice amused him. Gods, he loved the fire in her. Jon glanced at Robb to share his admiration in his wife. Robb’s answering smile was thin as a needle.

“That is an elegant solution, wife,” Robb said, squeezing her hand in an affectionate gesture.

“Did you perchance speak with your lady mother about taking the younger o--”

“She wishes them to stay at Winterfell. Bran will accompany us as far as Cerwyn. Mother is of the opinion that he is too young to complete the entire progress.”

The dryness in his tone revealed what Robb thought of his mother’s opinions. Jon swallowed a familiar swelling of anger, seeded as deep as the molten blood of the earth. Too young? Bran was nine. Daeron the Young Dragon conquered Dorne at fourteen. Until Daenerys gave Robb a child, Bran was heir of Winterfell. The heir should know his lands, his people. He should ride at his brother’s side without his mother’s leading strings yanking him from the saddle. But it was not Jon’s place to say, despite Ned Stark’s blood running through his veins. Daenerys’ expression fell.

“I am saddened to hear it. Sansa, Arya, and little Rickon would have loved it,” Dany said softly. A true smile graced Robb’s face, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“You needn’t worry yourself over their welfare, Dany. They’ve feasts and entertainments enough to occupy them. Isn’t that right, Jon?”

Jon scowled. Robb had a nasty habit of seeking Jon’s reinforcement in their arguments. Jon loathed it.

“I think Father would have liked his younger sons to see more of the North, my lord,” Jon said. Robb grunted.

“Humph. Enough blathering. It is decided. We leave at first light, regardless of the weather,” Robb said, pecking Dany’s cheek and leaving in a swirl of leather. Grey Wind rose and loped at Robb’s heels. Dany met Jon’s gaze. He didn’t miss the shadows in them. Robb’s presence was enough to dispel the upwelling of lust the sound of his name had wrought. Whatever Daenerys’ feelings for him, their duty remained. I would do well to remember that.

The next morning dawned with a brilliant golden sun. The reflected light off the glitter of snow stabbed the eye. Wind whispered for the pines, carrying their fresh scent. Clean, cold air filled the lungs and for a moment, Jon forgot his exhaustion in the excitement stretched before them. Preparations had lingered long into the night, so his hours of sleep were few. By one token, it was a boon. He was too exhausted to dream of Dany or the way her lips formed his name as she found her pleasure.

Jon stifled a yawn in his cuff. Storm tossed his black mane, the vapor of his breath curling like smoke in the cold air. Jon steadied him with a pat. He, Robb, Daenerys and Bran sat at the head of the party, beneath the Stark banner, snapping in the breeze. Robb shifted impatiently in the saddle, awaiting the bugle to sound, signaling the baggage wains were at last ready to depart. Bran sat ramrod straight on his piebald pony, his Stark gorget flashing like fish scales in a dark pond. Excitement vibrated from him, the sole Stark child to leave Winterfell. Lady Stark must be tied in knots of anxiety. It was a poorly kept secret that Bran was her favorite.

Jon hid a grin at Bran’s eagerness and glanced at Dany. For their wedding, Robb had gifted her with a magnificent coat of white fur applied in zigzagging patterns. She wore it well. Jon admired the red silk scarf she wore, embroidered with jet thread. A reminder that though her name might be Stark, she was a Targaryen to her marrow. Grey Wind, Summer and Ghost gamboled through the fresh snow, brimming with energy. Filagree sidled and Daenerys soothed her with a murmured word. The silver’s smoke-grey ears flicked back, listening. The silver was a gift to Rheagar from a Dothraki khal across the Narrow Sea. The king had a keen interest in horseflesh and sought to increase friendly ties with the Dothraki. Dany could even speak some of their harsh language, as one of her handmaidens had been fluent in it. When she told the story, sadness darkened those violet eyes. Missandei with her cloud of Summer Islander hair, watchful golden eyes and quiet, beautiful soul. Dany missed her most of all her ladies.

The bugle sounded and gooseflesh stippled on Jon’s arms. Time to leave Winterfell. Blood surged through his body with excitement. The cold nipped at Jon’s ears and nose. Robb heeled his sorrel charger Ember south toward Cerwyn. Bran’s pony lunged at his stirrup. Snow crunched under the horse’s hooves. Bugles sounded, harness jangled, the carts groaned, guards cursed. Snowdrifts crowded them into a line, Robb and Bran in front, then Dany and Jon.

“Tell me of the Cerwyns, husband. They were close bannermen to your lord father?” Dany asked.

“Indeed, wife,” Robb said, craning his neck to smile at Dany, “There was scarce a fortnight Medger Cerwyn didn’t share our table.”

“He’s half deaf, so the entire hall could hear the bawdy tales he shared with Father,” Jon said. Daenerys laughed.

“Certainly no worse than my brother Viserys. He delights in scandalizing me,” Dany said, “And what of Lady Cerwyn?”

“A fever took her three years ago. Her daughter Jonelle is Lady of Cerwyn now,” Robb said.

“She’s nice. She makes honeycakes,” Bran interjected.

“Mm, I love honeycakes!” Dany said, twisting in her saddle to wink at Bran.

“Medger’s son Cley is heir of Cerwyn. He is of an age of Robb and I,” Jon said. What Jon didn’t say is that there were whispers of Cley Cerwyn and his taste for fondling serving maids. Jon wouldn’t be letting Daenerys out of his sight. A woman so beautiful would certainly tempt Cerwyn. Just like she tempted Jon himself.

#jonerys endgame #daenerys targaryen #jon snow #robberys #robb and dany are married #don't like don't read #pining

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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xwildheart · 1 year

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it's a day early but i'd rather tell you now so you don't have to check tumblr tomorrow buttttt---

screaming the happiest of birthday's to the lovely @wynterlanding ! happy birthday bestie. i tell you this all the time already but you are the sweetest, coolest person around. thank you for loving my girls and giving them a chance. thank you for throwing landon violet's way nearly a year ago. crazy to me how time flies like this but look at us now! all our ships give me life. and it's truly an honor and blessing to chat with you daily. i hope your day is a blast and you get to chill with your fav boo beans.

i made you things. i don't know how to use photoshop at all but i can use canva so. enjoy your presents under the cut <3

starting strong with the OG babies. I had to. They have my heart and their sweet little life brings me joy. You know damn well they almost went for a Halloween day wedding but decided to do it a few days before instead. The venue is a real place in NY and it's *chef's kiss* then a cute little moodboard of their life (minus the angst) over the next few years.

nice little moodboard for film boi is next. he deserves the world and more. alice loves him to pieces. end of story.

then last, the contrast that is tallulah and lance and yet, they absolutely belong together.

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problematic-fictive-edits · 1 year

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if its not too much trouble, could we get a queue check?

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hauntingyourhouse · 1 year

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okay okay i know i've done this TWICE but idc

i go by nicholas but if we're close i'm fine w nico or nick

i use he/him, skull/skulls, and bone/bones pronouns

i am a bi trans man

i write fics and doodle, but i've honestly done quite a lot of stuff. like finding gifs, making moodboards, etc.

i am autistic and bones is my special interest.

favorite medias: tua, bones, izombie, criminal minds, glass onion + knives out, criminal minds, and evil dead, drag race

favorite books: turtles all the way down by john greene and the library at mount char by scott hawkins

favorite characters: Lance Sweets, Angela Montenegro, Benoit Blanc, Penelope Garcia, Klaus and Viktor Hargreeves, Ash Williams

extra:

i have three cats and occasionally photo dump pics of them

i adore horror or crime anything pls pls give me recs

almost all of my socials are all under the same user as here lmfao

links:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/hauntingyourhouse

DNI: the basics of course, transmeds and terfs, radfems, com/proshippers, ddlg, NSFW blogs, i cannot think of anything else rn

welp that's it.

#pinned intro #introduction #intro post #pinned post #dni list #kate bush because yes #dividers from @firefly-graphics #i love their graphics sm #Spotify

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joelslegalwhrereads · 2 years

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thecaptainsgingersnap · 4 years

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Annabel Lee Hodgins

Birthday: May 23, 1978

Alias: Dr. Hodgins, Annie, Hodgette, Animal Girl, Queen of the Lab

Species: Human

Place of Birth: Washington D.C., USA

Career: Zoologist, Forensic Psychologist, Heiress

Hobbies: Roller derby, karaoke, softball

Likes: Animals (especially lizards), rock music, learning new things, plants, conspiracy theories, Mac and cheese, sci-fi movies, Christmas, apple pie, basketball

Dislikes: Animal abusers, spiders, “floater" bodies, classical music, people who threaten her family, oranges, small spaces, horror movies, needles, football

Favorite Bands: Paramore, Green Day, Bon Jovi

Physical Quirks/Scars: Bites from various animals, scar above her right eyebrow from softball, constantly bruised from roller derby, wears glasses

Speech: fast, often uses big words, gets loud when she's excited

Gear: cellphone, notebook, pen, hair ties

Favorite Animal: Red-headed rock agama

Pet: Skinner (cat)

Family: Jack Hodgins (brother, +2 years), Jeffery Hodgins (brother, +16 years), Angela Montenagro (sister-in-law), Michael Hodgins (nephew), Wendy Bray (daughter), Seeley Wick-Sweets (godson)

Friends: Wendell Bray, Lance Sweets, Vincent Nigel-Murray, James Aubrey Jessica Warren, Karen Delfs, Daisy Wick

Love Interest: Zack Addy or Wendell Bray depending point in story

Personality: quirky, nerdy, sarcastic, a little paranoid, surprisingly open-minded for a Squint, social

#bones oc #Annie Hodgins #zack addy #jack hodgins #angela montenegro #camille saroyan #wendell bray #lance sweets #vincent nigel murray #james aubrey #jessica warren #karen't delfs #daisy wick #my ocs #moodboard

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dysfunction-ality · 5 years

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30 Day Aesthetic Challenge - Day 12: Character that Died

"The world is a lot better than you think it is. It's..."

- Dr. Lance Sweets -

#30 day aesthetic challenge #bones #dr. lance sweets #lance sweets #aesthetic #moodboard

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nashibirne · 3 years

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From Ashes to Fire - 5

Here we are again! Lance and Oda and Percy facing light and dark in this fifth chapter of my little story. It's going to be funny, fluffy and a bit of a heartbreak... I really hope you like where this is going. If so, please consider leaving me a reblog, comment or like. It's much appreciated 💜

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Pairing: Lancelot x OFC (Oda)

Words: 4.1 k

Summary: Lancelot and Squirrel are in need of help because the boy is very sick. They find shelter at a farm and Oda, the woman who lives there, awakens feelings in the Weeping Monk he hasn't known before. (Okay... this summary sucks... it's basically a slow burn with a lot of mutual pining and angst of two characters who know nothing about love...yet)

You can find the previous parts HERE.

My masterlist.

Warnings: non, just the usual mutual pining

UNBETAED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Disclaimer/Credits: I don't own anything related to Cursed, pics for the moodboard from Pinterest

Taglist: @emelinelovesjc @lunedelorient @legendarywizarddetective @captainbucky-yt

Off we go....

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"Squirrel!"

Oda's jolly laughter whired through the mild air of the sunny afternoon like a covey of twittering sparrows, causing Lancelot to open his eyes with a fond smile. He was sitting on the bench in front of the house, enjoying the warm rays of sunlight on his face, his hands folded in his lap, his face turned to the ceiling while Oda and the boy were playing with a little, multicoloured ball Oda had crocheted out of yarn rests a few days ago. She had filled it with dried peas and given it to Percy as a toy.

He was much better, but still suffering from fatigue which inevitably led to a good amount of frustration, since the boy usually was a bundle of energy. Being doomed to rest almost all day annoyed him, and Oda's little present helped brighten his mood a lot.

Squirrel was sitting on a plaid in the grass and Oda was standing a few yards away, trying to catch the ball the boy was throwing, which was almost impossible, because he got a lot of pleasure out of throwing it way too high or too far. Oda didn't seem to mind, she ran around laughing and giggling, jumping and throwing herself full-length on the ground to get the ball, entertaining the boy who was all smiles, beaming with fun and joy. He was going to be completely knackered by the end of the day but also really happy, and that was all that counted in the end.

While Lancelot was watching the boisterous game he couldn't help but wonder how this was even possible. How had his life changed from dark and strict to light and easy in such a short span of time? How was it possible that a few weeks with Oda had been enough to replace all the darkness living inside of him, all the negativity, his doubts and fears with light, optimism and joy? How was it possible that for the first time in his life he felt something like happiness?

Lancelot flinched when something hit his arm, tearing him out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," Squirrel grinned and Lancelot laughed, picking up the ball.

"You better not do this again," he scolded the boy playfully with a smile and a wink before throwing the ball high in the air, catching it again with ease.

Oda sat down beside him with an exhausted sigh, a little out of breath, her cheeks rosy, her eyes sparkling with joy, a sweet smile on her pretty lips.

"He's wearing me out," she admitted, flashing him a grin.

"Just wait until he's fully recovered. We're not going to get a minute's peace," Lancelot replied, returning her grin, handing over the ball to her. When Oda took it from his hand their fingers touched and the glance they shared made the butterflies in his belly flutter away.

He took a deep breath. This wouldn't last. All the harmony, the happiness he was feeling, the warmth he was receiving. It would come to an end. He knew it, because he didn't deserve it. It just wasn't possible, it was too good to be true. He should be proven right about this sooner than he'd hoped he'd be.

***

It was only two days later that a knock on the door of Oda's little farmhouse changed everything. It was a rainy day, the sky was dark, heavy grey clouds chasing each other on the ceiling, the storm sweeping through the boughs of the trees. Oda, Lance and Percy were sitting near the fireplace, the boy listening closely to the legends of ghosts and mystical creatures living in the Scottish Highlands, Oda was telling him. Lancelot had a hard time not constantly staring at her, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face, so eventually he just leaned back, resting his head against the wall, closing his eyes. A heavy knock on the door startled him and he shared a worried look with Oda.

"Are you expecting someone?"

"No," Oda said with a frown.

She got up to answer the door, and when she opened it, Lance could tell by the tension in her voice that the unexpected caller wasn't welcome.

"Rory."

"Oda, good day."

The voice that was greeting her so politely, was deep but sharp and it placed Lancelot on alert immediately. Even Squirrel seemed to sense it. He moved his stool closer to the monk to feel secure.

"What brings you here?"

Oda's voice was hard, her body language cold.

"I just wanted to check up on you. You seemed a bit shaken when you left the market the other day."

"I'm fine," Oda replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"May I come in?"

Rory didn't wait for an answer, he just pushed past Oda, entering the room, filling it with his presence. He was a tall man, broad and fleshy, his face red and pockmarked, the thick lips twisted into a lopsided smile. He stopped in his tracks when he spotted Lancelot and Percy, staring at them.

"I didn't know you had visitors."

"You didn't ask," Oda stated before sitting down in her chair again, not offering him a seat. "Meet my guests, Lancelot and Percival. They are staying with me for a while. The boy is sick and I treat him. Lance's father and our father were close friends", she explained without batting an eyelid, the lie slipping smoothly from her lips. "This is Rory Campbell, a former friend of my brother's."

She gestured at the intruder but her eyes were meeting Lancelot's, giving him a worried glance and he gave her a little, soothing smile in return.

Rory kept silent, giving the man and the boy a suspicious look.

"Your family always had a thing for fey kind," he said after a while, addressing Oda, ignoring Squirrel and Lance completely.

"You hardly came here to tell me this," Oda snapped, annoyed by his presence and his rude behavior.

"I came here because I'm worried about you. You left in a rush the other day. I didn't mean to scare you with what I said about the Red Paladins and the Weeping Monk."

Now he looked directly at Lance, his eyes shooting daggers at him, and Oda's heart started racing in her chest.

"That's very kind of you, Rory," she replied softly, trying to exude a warmth she didn't feel to get back his attention and it worked, Rory turned to her again. "I'm fine, really. I was a bit shaken, that's true, but you said Roy's safe and I believe you," Oda continued, getting up to face him and to bow him out as soon as possible.

"Good," Rory nodded with a smile and Oda froze when he took her hand as if they hadn't been avoiding each other since she had rejected him years ago. "You know you can always come to me if something's troubling you. Or someone…"

He shot Lancelot, who was clinging to the armrests of his chair, his eyes narrow, his lips pressed together, another glance before looking at Oda again who pulled away her hand as gently as possible.

"That's good to know but it won't be necessary. Thanks for your visit, Rory." She walked towards the door, but he didn't follow. Instead he stayed put, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"It's pretty cold outside. I could use a cup of hot ale before I leave."

Oda stared at him, shaking her head slowly.

"Listen, Rory, I appreciate that you came to check up on me, but let's stop pretending we're friends or anything close to it, alright? You better leave now…"

"Why so distant, Oda," he asked with a smug smile. "It doesn't have to be like this. We could be friends again...or even more. Why don't you tell your guests to leave us alone for a moment and we talk things over?"

"I don't think so." Oda replied tight lipped, putting her hands on her hips, her eyes sparkling with anger.

"Why not, we…"

"Because she's not interested. She told you to leave," Lancelot interrupted Rory. He had gotten up and was slowly approaching them, his eyes fixed on the man.

"You better keep out of this," Rory growled, holding Lance's gaze.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll teach you some manners. You and the boy are Oda's guests and this is none of your business. So just sit down again and shut up."

Lancelot gave Rory a derisive laugh.

"Right, we are Oda's guests and you are an unexpected and unwanted visitor. So I suggest you are the one who shuts up and leaves," he said calmly, staring his opponent right in the eyes, his face so close to Rory's, their noses were almost touching.

"Now...," Lance snarled and it was frightening, even to Oda's ears.

She touched Lancelot's arm to calm him down, afraid he might do something imprudent and he turned to her. The smile he gave Oda and the bond between them didn't remain hidden to Rory and it made him furious, Oda could tell by the pinched expression on his puffy face. However, he finally took a step back and straightened his tabard. Oda let out a soft sigh of relief when the tension between the two men started to ease off.

"Good bye, Rory," she said again, forcing a smile on her face to brighten his mood. She knew it was a bad idea to make an enemy of Rory Campbell. He was way too unforgiving and too powerful...a mixture that was as explosive as dangerous.

"Good bye, Oda," he replied with a grin that was hard to read. Bringing his face close to Lancelot's, he added: "That's not the end of it, ash man. We'll meet again and next time I'll be the one in charge. Mark my words."

He turned around and left the house without another word but the shadow of his visit remained, leaving a premonition of danger.

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"How did he know you're Ash folk? I can't stop thinking about this," Oda spoke into the darkness of the attic.

"Our species is rare but it's still possible that he has met Ash people before or he's just heard about us. Our birthmarks are quite unique," Lance replied, turning his head towards the fabric that was separating his bed from Oda's.

"What if he knows who you are?"

"I don't think he does."

"But you don't know for sure."

"No, I don't."

It wasn't the first time they had this conversation. They never spoke about it in Squirrel's presence, and so they had established the habit of talking about everything that wasn't meant for the ears of the boy at night, when they were lying in their beds, both unable to sleep.

"So it's possible that Rory has recognized you. Maybe he saw you when he was traveling England, possibly when he was visiting my brother in the monastery in the south," Oda thought out loud. "Have you ever been there?"

"There are many monasteries in the region of Dover, Oda. I honestly don't know," Lancelot replied softly, bothered by her despair that grew worse with every day.

"Do you think you've ever seen Rory before?'

"No, I'm sure of that. I'd remember his ugly mug."

Oda couldn't help but giggle but she soon got serious again, taking a deep breath that was followed by a frustrated sigh.

"But how does he know so much about you? Rory told us every detail of your fight with the Trinity Guards at the market the other day. Maybe he was in that camp?"

"What did he say about the fight?"

Oda hesitated. It wasn't a flattering picture, Rory had painted of the Weeping Monk.

"Come on," Lance encouraged her. "Just tell me, I can take it."

"He said you slaughtered them, that you were out of your mind and out of anybody's control, quenching your blood thirst…"

Oda's voice wasn't more than a whisper but Lancelot heard her loud and clear. He laughed softly, although he was a bit hurt that she'd obviously believed this gossip.

"That's proof enough that he wasn't there. I didn't slaughter them and I wasn't out of my mind. I almost got killed. I only survived and beat them with Squirrel's help. That's just gossip. Did he mention Percy?"

"No," Oda replied. "He didn't. So he doesn't know what really happened, but he still looked at you as if he knew exactly who you are, Lance."

She sighed again, sadly this time.

"I know it's been almost three weeks since his visit but I can't help the feeling he's plotting something."

"Do you want us to leave?"

"What? No, of course not!"

Lance could tell by the rustling sounds and her blurred shadow that she was sitting up in her bed now.

"I'd totally understand, Oda. As long as we're here, you're in danger, so if you…"

"No!" Oda cut in. "You don't understand, Lance. I'm not worried about myself. I'm worried about you and Percy."

There was a catch in her voice, indicating that she was on the verge of tears. He hesitated for a moment but then he got up, pulling the make-shift curtain aside. Oda looked at him, her eyes wide and swimming. Without thinking about it, he sat down beside her, taking her hand.

"Oda…"

She couldn't help but sob and instinctively he took her in his arms, holding her close to give her comfort. They sat in silence for a while and when her body stopped shaking and her sobbing subsided, Lancelot realized Oda was asleep.

He stroked her hair tenderly and tried to free himself from her embrace without waking her up, but as soon as he moved his body away from hers she whimpered in her sleep, hugging him even tighter. He finally gave up trying, pulled her close and shifted their position until they were lying in Oda's bed side by side, her head resting on his chest, her arm wrapped around his waist, giving him a feeling of warmth that was beyond the physical aspect and a feeling of closeness that was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. When he eventually managed to drift off to sleep he just had one wish - that this night would last forever.

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When Oda woke up in the morning, she gasped, when she realized that she was lying in Lancelot's arms. She could tell he was still asleep by his soft snoring, but Oda still didn't dare to move, not willing to give up this inappropriate but oh so wonderful position, her head on his strong chest, her body pressed against his, her arm resting on his torso. She inhaled deeply, enjoying his scent, the notes of leather and wood and a hint of earthy sweat. She moved her fingers carefully to caress the fabric of his nightshirt, and the thought that he was naked underneath made her clench her thighs, desperate to stop the throbbing sensation between her legs, that was radiating through her body, giving her chills and hot flushes at the same time. She couldn't help but stare at his crotch, wondering what he looked like down there, what IT looked like. The mere image of his sex appearing in her mind's eye sent shivers down her spine, her skin going all goose-pimply in an instant.

"Are you cold? You're shaking."

Lancelot's dark, sleepy voice startled Oda. She raised her head to look at him.

"A bit," she said, trying to hide the real reason for her trembling, giving him a sheepish smile, he returned.

Lance tugged at her blanket to cover her shoulders.

"Better?" He wanted to know and Oda nodded, averting her eyes, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.

"I hope you don't mind we spent the night like this," Lancelot added. "You didn't want to let me go. I tried to get back into my own bed, but you clinged to me like a drowning man to a swimming trunk."

He winked at her and although she tried to hide it, he noticed that she was blushing.

"I'm sorry, Lance. It must have been uncomfortable to lie like this all night."

"No, not at all. It was...I...I liked it."

Making a bold move, he touched her cheek gently before tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear. Oda turned to him with a smile.

"I liked it, too", she said softly, holding his gaze, her heart hammering against her ribcage.

A clattering sound, coming from the kitchen, interrupted their little exchange. Oda sat up with a jolt, when she heard Squirrel swear like a trooper downstairs, and Lancelot literally jumped out of bed.

"What the heck are you doing, boy?" he yelled.

"Nothing!" Percy shouted, sounding a little too innocent.

"That's a very loud nothing," Lancelot answered, stripping off his nightshirt to get dressed without thinking of Oda. He froze, when he heard her gasp at the sight of his bare backside and he rushed behind the curtain to put on his clothes.

Oda did the same on her side of the partition, her cheeks burning bright red, the image of Lancelot's naked bottom dancing in front of her eyes. It had been just a short moment, she had just taken a quick glance, but it had been enough to create a memorable impression, that would surely haunt her for the rest of the day and very likely in the night too.

When they came downstairs they found Percy standing by the stove, a large pot in his hands. He grinned at them, scratching his head with a sheepish gesture.

"I wanted to make breakfast, sorry I woke you up, the pot fell down."

Oda gave him a warm smile.

"That's really sweet of you, Squirrel. Why don't we make oatmeal together?"

"And I will milk the cow," Lancelot added.

"Great!"

The boy was all smiles and after lighting the fire he cooked the oatmeal almost without Oda's help, while she set the table. When Lance returned from the stable, they sat down for breakfast and enjoyed their meal in comfortable silence. It didn't last long, though.

Three loud, banging knocks on the door disturbed their peace and before they were even able to react the door flew open and Rory entered the room, followed by Kirkwall's sheriff Ellair MacCaog and one of his men.

"That's him," Rory said to the sheriff, pointing at Lancelot.

"What's going on?" Oda asked, flabbergasted, getting up, approaching the intruders. "What are you doing here, Ellair?"

Lancelot didn't even flinch. He just gave Squirrel, who was squirming in his chair, a soothing smile before he continued eating his oatmeal.

"We are here to arrest your guest, Oda."

"What? Why?"

"He's accused of being a wanted criminal. A highly dangerous assassin called the Weeping Monk," MacCaog explained formally.

"Accused by whom?"

Lancelot got up slowly, staring the Sheriff right in the eyes.

"By me," Rory growled. "I know who you are and I'm willing to testify."

"We've never met before you came here unasked a few weeks ago. You don't know anything," Lance replied cool as a cucumber.

Oda had no idea how he managed to stay so calm, when she was about to panic.

"Listen, Ellair," she pleaded, "this must be a terrible misunderstanding. This is an old friend of mine and his name is Lancelot. He's my guest and so is his boy Percival."

"Maybe he is, maybe he's not, Oda. It's your word against Rory's and it's my duty to inquire into this matter and therefore I'm going to arrest Mr…"

"Du Lac," Lance threw in, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of anger and defiance. "It's Lancelot du Lac."

"Well, well...Mr. du Lac. I arrest you in the name of our king."

Sheriff MacCaog nodded at his deputy who grabbed Lancelot by his arm, dragging him out of the room.

"No!" Oda screamed, feeling desperate and helpless. "You can't do this. Please."

"I'm sorry, Oda, but I have to."

MacCoug gave her a sympathetic smile, and Rory placed his meaty hand on her shoulder.

"It's for the best, Oda. He's a threat to you and to everyone."

"Take your filthy paws off me, you bloody scoundrel," Oda snapped angrily, slapping away his arm. She was crying tears of frustration and fear, her cheeks flushed and wet.

"It's alright, Oda. I will be fine."

Lancelot gave her a soothing smile, reaching out his hand for her. She took it and he pulled her close, freeing himself from the deputy's grip to hug her. Oda wrapped her arms around him, sobbing, her body shaking, unable to utter a single word.

"Don't worry," he whispered softly, "everything will come right in the end."

Oda looked at him with a sad smile and a nod, locking eyes with the man who had become so important to her. The man who made her feel so much. The man who leaned in slowly now. Her eyes grew wide before she closed them expectantly, and the next thing she felt was his lips on hers.

She had fantasized about this moment countless times and none of her fantasies included a life changing situation like this, but it still felt amazing. He kissed her tenderly, almost shy, holding her close in a tight embrace and Oda felt like melting in his arms, her heart racing, her mind going blank for a moment, forgetting about Rory, the Sheriff, the deputy and even Squirrel. She was completely lost in the moment that felt like an eternity, when in fact it was over after just a few seconds.

"Stop this at once," Sheriff MacCoug yelled at them, dragging Lancelot away from her. Lance pressed a last, tender kiss on her forehead before he whispered something in her ear. A single word that made Oda stare at him in confusion but there was no time for further explanations. They disappeared as suddenly as they'd appeared, leaving Oda and Squirrel, who clinged to her like a child to their mother, desperate and confused.

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"What did he say to you?" Percy asked after they had both calmed down. They were sitting on the bench in front of the house, side by side, recalling the events, discussing the situation.

"What do you mean?"

Oda knew exactly what he was talking about, but she didn't want to bother him with the riddle Lance had posed to her.

"You know what I mean. Lancelot whispered something to you...after your kiss," Squirrel said with a grin. "I knew this was going to happen eventually by the way."

"Oh, shut up," Oda laughed with embarrassment, blushing furiously.

"Was it the first kiss you shared?" Percy kept on teasing her.

"That's really none of your business. It's pretty unseemly to pry like this, you cheeky rascal," Oda scolded him, laughing out loud. "And don't you think we have more important things to talk about?"

"Yes, sorry," Squirrel replied with a remorseful smile. "So what did he say to you?"

Oda sighed, surrendering to his persistence.

"Sword," she said, shrugging. "He just said sword. And I have no idea why. He got rid of his stuff, right?"

"Of his clothes, yes. He burnt them, but he didn't destroy his sword, he just stowed it away."

"I didn't know that."

Oda got up, sudden awakening hitting her.

"He wants me to bring him his sword. He wants to fight them. Where is it, Percy?"

"It's in the trunk by the fireplace."

Oda stormed inside and started to rummage through the chest. She found the sword on the bottom of the trunk, covered by the blankets she stored in it.

"Here it is," she beamed at the boy. "I have to pay him a visit in his cell and find a way to give it to him."

Squirrel cocked his head, looking at her with a frown.

"How's that supposed to work? That sword is huge, how would you hide it?"

"I don't know," she admitted with a helpless shrug.

"I think you got him wrong."

"How so?"

"I don't think he wants you to bring him his weapon. I think he wants you to hide it. From them."

When the scales finally fell from her eyes, Oda pulled him close, kneeling down to hug him. He was right, of course he was.

"You are such a clever little guy," she praised him, "what would I do without you?"

"You're welcome," he replied with a cheeky grin, "love-struck fools like you and Lance need all the help they can get. And now let's work on a battle plan."

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