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Notes: For starters, Mercy Gone Wrong belongs to @faery-the-diamond. They've stated before that their AU does not contain Narilamb and wouldn't intentionally have it happen. But my brain wouldn't stop asking about how they ever could end up in a relationship. And thus, I wrote this little fanfic to finally silence those thoughts. This takes place in a future where Lambert has escaped the crown. (How? Don't know. Doesn't really matter for the fic.)

Notes TLDR; Not my AU, not a canon ship for the AU. Narilamb fanfic that takes place in the future.

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Lambert shivered as he walked through the cult grounds. The early onset winter winds were making him regret his usual decision of outfit. He held his cloak shut, trying to block any winds he could. After his final round of the cult, making triple sure everything was taken care of, at least as well as things could be in this place, he was ready to get back to his house and warm up.

My house, Lambert thought, slightly grimacing once he realized who would be waiting there. That stupid three-eyed cat with his cocky grin, higher than thou attitude, and-

"Let me guess, it's much colder outside than you figured it'd be this morning?" Narinder asked as Lambert walked in, not even bothering to look away from his book.

Lambert usually would've scolded Narinder for the comment but found himself thanking his roommate's fascination in reading. Nainder was laying down on the floor in front of an already raging fireplace, giving the lamb a clear look at his usually prim and pristine posture being replaced by a more casual and relaxed one. That's where the thoughts came back.

Lambert blushed. For the past few months, he'd been seeing Nainder in a different light. One of someone who could be more than just a companion, one of a partner. His frustrations from these thoughts snapped him from them. He took off his cloak and folded it up.

"Yeah, yeah. You're the all-knowing Narinder who can never be wrong," Lambert said.

"I lived in snowy mountains for the majority of my life. I know a thing or two about predicting when the weather is going to turn south," Narinder corrected.

Lambert just rolled his eyes as he set his cloak down, walking over to join Narinder in front of the fire. The cat sat up and shut his book, preparing to speak with Lambert.

"So, what are we going to do for the cult during the winter this time?" Narinder asked.

"Oh no, don't let me get in the way. You're the one who knows this stuff so well," Lambert said sarcastically. "But being serious, I trust you in this department. You've improved a lot of our preparations so far, so just keep up the good work."

"Aww, I'm touched," Narinder said half sarcastically as he gave Lambert a light punch to the shoulder. He was fairly shocked when Lambert actually winced from it and started to rub the area. "Umm, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just been struggling with a bit of stiffness today. Maybe it's the weather?" Lambert mused.

"Want me to help you relax?" Narinder offered.

Lambert looked at his previous employer with a bit of confusion, a faint blush coming to his cheeks from the less-than-optimal wording. Thankfully his wool made it hard to see.

"C-Come again?" Lambert asked.

"Do you want me to help you relax? Your stiffness is actually probably from the weather. So, working the stiff areas and applying heat will help them loosen," Narinder explained.

"Oh..." was all Lambert could get out at first. "Umm, yeah, sure. What should I do?"

"Just turn around and try to follow my lead," Narinder said.

"Promise this won't turn into acupuncture?" Lambert said as he turned.

Narinder sighed and decided to ignore that comment. He cracked his knuckles to loosen them up and grabbed Lambert's shoulder, getting a surprised bleat from the lamb in front of him.

"W-What are you-?!" Lambert stammered as his cheeks turned rosy red.

"Easy. Keep your shoulders loose. I said was working the stiff spots, didn't I?" Narinder said.

"I-I thought you meant shoulder rolls and stuff," Lambert reasoned.

"Do you want me to stop?" Narinder asked.

"...no," Lambert said.

With that, Narinder began to press into Lambert's stiff muscles, using firm but gentle motions to work the area. His paws were extremely warm, sending small shudders through Lambert's body as his shoulders started to loosen up.

During this, Lambert began thinking about his feelings towards Narinder again. Ever since they started finding common ground, his perspective slowly shifted from anger, to tension, to comfort, and eventually even what he'd call friendship. But as the weeks started to move by, he found his heart was not keen on stopping where his head did. Slowly but surely their usual greeting to one another started to make his heart flutter. Even when he had thoughts about Narinder's less than desirable personality quirks, one glace at those three eyes made him not care. Like those flaws didn't matter or were worth toughing it out. He'd gone from someone he couldn't stand, to someone he wasn't sure he could be without. And now that same person was grabbing at his shoulders and helping to ease a burden. A temporary one, but one he was still taking time to help with.

"Alright, how's that?" Narinder asked, his voice snapping Lambert from his trance.

"Ah, yeah, that's a lot better," Lambert said as he turned back around. He found himself considering Narinder's posture again. In public the cat carried himself to be ready to react to anything, all in an effort to not ruin his image. It was almost as if he viewed social interactions as a battle that he needed to be ten steps ahead of. But when it was just the two of them, Narinder relaxed, let his shoulders drop. He wasn't tensed in preparation for anything. If Lambert had wanted to, he could close the distance in an instant, exploiting Narinder's vulnerability to prank or do something to fluster him.

"Hey, you still with me?" Narinder asked. "You're kind of just star-mph!"

Lambert had gone in for the kill. Metaphorically speaking. He kissed the black cat. Spurred on by the comfortable and soothing atmosphere, he let his heart get before him again. Once he realized what he just did, his eyes went wide and he pulled away.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me, I just-!" Lambert shouted, trailing off when he heard Narinder start laughing. Then he caught sight of that stupid cocky smile on Narinder's face. "What's so..."

"I was wondering when you were gonna make your move. Though that was a lot bolder than I was expecting, I'll give you that," Narinder said.

Lambert sat there in disbelief, mouth agape. Soon enough his shock turned to anger, and his stare turned to a scowl. "You knew?!" he asked.

"Lambert, I've been alive for thousands of years. Had countless people develop feelings for me and confess to me. I started to pick up on signs a long, long time ago," Narinder explained.

"So you just let me sit there with my feelings bubbling up instead of talking to me?!" Lambert complained.

Narinder's smile faded as he sighed. "Honestly, I was thinking over my own feelings," he admitted.

Lambert's anger faded, taking the wind out of his sails.

"We've come a long way from how we used to see each other. And I got scared that maybe I was reading you wrong. I didn't want to be the one who made the first move. I guess I was scared I'd damage what we have. I could accept you not having feelings for me, but I couldn't stand the thought of going back to before. Of losing you and being alone," Narinder explained.

"Well, I guess we both had our reasons then..." Lambert said meekly. "I just wish mine were as good as yours."

Narinder raised an eyebrow at that.

"All cards on the table, I couldn't bring myself to confess because I was scared of what others would think. My followers, the people we talk to...and my people," Lambert admitted.

Narinder tensed. He knew Lambert didn't take discussions about his people lightly.

"I mean, what would they think if I brought them back and then told them that I was in love with the person they were put to the blade over? Would I be outcast, forced to leave you, face ridicule for being a disgra-ah!" Lambert ranted, only stopping once Narinder grabbed both sides of his face.

"I don't know. I know I don't care, but I also know you do. That's why I think we should take this slow. Figure out our feelings together without rushing into anything, and take it one step at a time," Nainder explained, trying to ease Lambert's worries.

"Uh...yeah, one step at a time. That sounds...nice," Lambert said.

Narinder let go and picked his book back up. He figured Lambert would need a little bit to process. He knew he couldn't change the lamb's mind, he learned that the hard way a long time ago.

He jumped a little bit when Lambert leaned into him, staying close as to not be completely alone with his thoughts. Narinder was happy to oblige, wrapping his arm around Lambert and holding him through the night.

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Wow, I really got into this. This was pretty fun to write. Hopefully it wasn't too cringy or cheesy.

#Cult of The Lamb #Mercy Gone Wrong #cotl mgw #cotl

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warwoven · 1 year

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GENERAL MUSE INFO - they/them pronouns - i headcanon shamura with a prosthetic right arm and scars because of battle damage! - every shamura is generally hard to anger, but then they do get pissed, it's a very intense and feral rage

🕸️CANON

Bishop of War and Wisdom. Once brightest of the four, has since suffered a traumatic head injury from their traitorous brother, who now goes by The One Who Waits. They spend most of their days now, wandering and muttering prophecies that have passed or yet to be, lacking on their Bishoptorial duties that once held their faith strong. Though the loyal stay by their side, they know that now, they are on a timer. The lamb will come to raze, end of days, end of days...

🔮PRE-INJURY

The Bishop of War before their fateful injury. They are soft-spoken, but confident and competent in their duties and to their family. They are often busy with managing their own success, sorting everything into orderly schedules that can make them a bit hard to reach at times. Regardless, they care for their family, their cult, and they will do anything to make them happy. Their vision was too small to contain the multitudes...

🙏FOLLOWER

The new god of Death had been hasty with their acquirement of the crown, leaving the Bishop rotting before finally setting them free. As a follower, Shamura finds physical labor to be tricky due to their forgetfulness and lacking motor function. But with their age, they are still wise and brimming with ancient knowledge of the past and future. Perhaps they can reconcile with what was lost. I am not what I once was...

⛓️BEAST IN THE DARK

The ex-Bishop of War. Contained for their heresy against the Old Faith. They had grown discontent with how their cults swayed under the thumb of Narinder-- he had anything he wanted, and the rest of them were supposed to sit back and get nothing. Shamura was a fighter for themselves and what they believed in. And for that, they paid. Sealed within the heart of what was once Silk Cradle, now deemed a forbidden land of exile, the Beast lies in wait for their opportune moment to strike. The fate that cannot be outrun.

#ooc [the future didn't account for this]#important [hear the words of your bishop]#verse [🕸️CANON]#verse [🔮PRE-INJURY]#verse [🙏FOLLOWER]#verse [⛓️BEAST IN THE DARK]

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