I think so far my fav cotl AUs are the one where Lamb gives up the crown, staying devoted to Narinder to the very end and Narinder deciding to keep him around after all. Idk it has smth bitter sweet.
Also the amount of angst on Lambs part-
Like i will definetly post a write-out to a song soon (meaning i will post lyrics and whatever scene i imagine to it bc i cannot draw good enough for an animatic) and like- Lamb is not okay 😭
The gist being, Lamb regrets what they're doing. The sacrifices, the deaths they've witnessed (of their own followers, might i add. They dont care for heretics), everything. But the thing that gets them the most is the resurection ritual. They resurect followers as often as they can but the fact they have to use other peoples bones for it? They feel wrong and vile and so so guilty. So their salvation is their god, the one they devote their entire being to. When told to return the crown they can't, not knowing why. They want to get rid of it, fulfill Narinder's orders and wishes, yet for some reason they can't give back the crown. So with tears in their eyes they smile at Narinder, asking for him to please not forgive them, as they summon their sword for battle and voluntarily falling to Narinder's hand.
It was evening and Regulus was becoming concerned. Nobody had come searching for Harry and he still hadn’t coaxed out any information about the boy’s Papa. Really, he was the last person to know what to do with a child. Especially since he couldn’t just go out hunting for someone to give Harry to.
There was a chill in the air, and misquotes were coming out to claim Regulus’ blood. So he finally decided that they should go inside. He had no desire to sleep outside and it would be lunacy to leave Harry out alone.
With a sigh, Regulus said into the still air. “It’s getting late. Would you like to come inside, Harry?” The boy looked up from where he had been digging a hole by the Chinese chomping cabbage.
“Yes please, Mister Regulus!” Harry exclaimed and then, quite dramatically, wrapped his little arms around himself and said, “Brr, I’m so cold!” Regulus chuckled at the display.
“Come along then.”
He led Harry through his small sitting room and into the kitchen. “You May sit there.” He gestured at a small circular table with two simple wooden chairs pushed against the wall opposite his stove. “Are you hungry?”
Little Harry elaborated onto a chair and said, “Do you have aloo gobi?” Regulus felt a pang in his chest, like there was something painful to him about Harry’s words.
“I’m afraid not. How about some nice caviar?” He joked.
“What’s cabby-ah?”
“It’s fish eggs.” Regulus said with a very serious tone. Harry’s nose wrinkled with disgust.
Have we considered what it means that Laois is so good at killing monsters, the one thing he loves, and so bad at fighting humans, the thing he feels most distance from. And inverse Kabru is terrible at killing monsters, the one thing he wants to destroy, but so good at killing humans he would have killed Falin 6 different times when he tried to kill her if her anatomy had been more human, despite his love for and drive to protect humanity? Have we considered what it means to be able to kill that which you love but not that you hate? Has anyone fucking considered the imposter syndrome that has to come from only being good at killing that which you love most??? The fear of not being able to protect yourself from the thing you most think is a threat simply because you cannot find a way to understand it enough to take it's life?
i love being a dom that's both masochistic and sadistic. yeah, does it hurt, sweet thing? why don't you sink your pretty puppy teeth into my neck about it? mhm, perfect. good boy. go ahead, dig your nails into my back while i fuck you. harder, pup. come on, don't be shy - make me bleed for what i'm doing to you. good puppy. fuck, you're so perfect