Heh, I Can Remember My Own First Chapter, All The Excitement, All The Plans For The Future.

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Heya! Wanna just told you all that I'm okay and feeling a lot better than before! Also wanted to show you Martha under a blanket made by mom :3

Um,, hello,-

I was reading your work on Ao3 recently (Two becomes Five) and one exact idea can't get out of my mind. I wanted to see Lamber comforting Aym so badly (maybe making him a flower crown or just comforting him in a way a sibling would do). This may or may not be related to the work itself, it's just a little thought of mine

(Thank you for your works, they're amazing<3)

Firstly thank you for your prompt, it was really nice and it gave me ideas for the future stuff I want to add to TBF (Two Becomes Five) Also I am sorry if I took a little long to post, I wanted it to be good and needed to spend time on it to make sure it was. Unfortunately my uni and the bus system had other plans.

Anyhow Feel free to ask more stuff like this, I really like writing on this stuff. This goes for all of my readers by the way, if you have a prompt you can just post it. You don’t have to be shy, I am willing to listen. Warnings: Blood, swearing WC: 2083 Rating: T+

Paper Crown

His bleeding arm wasn’t really a problem. Really it was not even a real wound in comparison to what he used to go through. Still it hurt like oblivion and made him wanna go back there and kick those drunkards in the ribs one more time.

He sighed as he realized this was just not his day. How had he even gotten himself into this mess in the first place? He recounted all the stuff that led to this moment. He was doing his ‘thing’ until he heard a glass shatter down in the street and a woman crying, so far simple. Then he dropped down onto the alleyway to see what was going on, still simple. Then he was trying to fight off a bunch of drunkards without trying to squash them both into paste, all the while keeping his identity a secret. because apparently killing followers was not really seen as the right thing to do, even when the said followers were tormenting some poor woman. Now it was not so simple.

He sighed as he jumped below a building. A small gasp escaped him as he felt the glass in his arm rattle from the drop. He looked back on the spot who was refusing to patch up even with his body healing the wound.

‘’Fuck’’ the curse escaped him as he realized maybe it wasn’t as simple of a wound as he thought it was. Another careful look told him that indeed, he was somewhat in deep shit. Not deep enough to drown in but just enough to sink in it up the ankle. The wound refused to close due to the shard of glass which was too deep in his arm for him to pick up without tweezers.

He now had two options. He could either go out to the temple which was now half  an hour away, all the while bleeding off slowly or he could go back to the relatively close home of the ewe he had to call master. In the end it was a close decision. He would have to go back to the house.

He needed to see exactly where he was before he could go anywhere however. So he looked around for higher ground. There it was, a two story building just to his left. Without giving it too much thought he jumped up. Just to realize maybe he should have, as he screwed up his footing and almost fell all the way down. By some miracle his arm caught the side of the building at the last moment stopping him from falling.

After a heave he got himself properly up to realize maybe falling would have been a better idea as he realized the arm he used still casually had a glass shard embedded in it and was now bleeding even harder. A groan left his mouth as he looked around. He was close he could tell, it should be right around the corner.

Looking around some more he finally spotted what he was looking for, the house of the ewe. It was a small building nestled between two roads, not exactly a pinnacle of architecture by any means, but really any refuge at this point would be good enough.

It was not easy navigating himself to the window he usually used for entry, his arm was really doing its best to annoy him today. Eventually though he got to the window and opened it with a tug.

He let out a sigh of relief as he entered the building, the lamb would be asleep by this point as for his brother he would just ignore him… hopefully. He still hasn't explained to him what he was doing when he was off on his own and wasn’t really planning on it either.

Before he could enact his plan of somehow getting rid of the shard and letting his magic heal him, a little lamplight sparked into life. After a moment he could see the holder of the said lamp was Lambert herself.

He couldn’t tell what made that moment awkward, it wasn’t like he didn’t enter the home at such an hour all the time this was more or less modus operandi. Then again he didn’t usually bleed profusely onto the ground most of the time so that might have had a hand in what happened next.

She sighed as she closed her book before setting it on the arm of the couch/bed. ‘’So… how was your night?’’

Aym blinked as he took in the question. ‘’The usual’’ As soon as those words escaped him, she started to laugh. It was not really a happy laugh as much as it was a strained one. A momentary shame took hold of him as her face returned back to a neutral one.

She looked to his arm as she pulled her legs to herself. Taking it as his invitation Aym took the side of the couch now unoccupied. Sitting uncomfortably as he tried to rub at his arm again.

They sat there in silence with only the soothing sound of the flame within the lamp keeping them company. She sighed again ‘’So, were you planning on sneaking in and bleeding to dead or were you planning on telling me?’’

And here it was, the ridicule. Another groan escaped him as he readied himself for whatever she had planned on jabbing him with, alongside ‘what were you thinking?’ or ‘what were you even doing out there?’ questions. but the ridicule nor the questions never came as she just left. Taking the lamp with her.

For a second he couldn’t believe what was happening. Did she really just leave? He sat there thinking maybe he could just be left alone for once before the lamb came back with a small chest.

She made her way back to her spot and set the lamp to her side. He couldn’t tell what she was doing before she opened the little box. Taking a tweezer from within, she looked at him expectedly before offering her hand.

He blinked before a frown took over his face ‘’I don’t need your help Lambert, I assure you I can take care of myself’’

She in return just rolled her eyes ‘’I figured, big black holy cat could probably survive even more’’ she turned to her side, after a sigh she continued ‘’Just didn’t want you leave you alone’’

It took him a second to let the words sink in, for a moment he wanted to just tell her to leave him alone or just get his brother if she really wanted to help him… But he didn’t. Instead he gave her his arm.

There was a look of shock on  the lamb’s face before she nodded. The tweezers entering his wound didn’t hurt him much, really it was not as painful as what those drunkards would be going through in the morning.

It wasn’t long before she took out all the shards off his arm, carefully putting each of them over on a readied cloth. The bandage she used wasn’t really great, he was sure it had been used before just to be cleaned, but it looked clean enough. Besides he wouldn’t need it anyway, now with the shards gone it would be a minute before it healed.

When she finished she turned her gaze to him, two eyes illuminated by the fire, looking intently at him. he sighed ‘’No’’

She looked confused for a moment, tilting her head quizzically.

He sighed again, this time with a touch of frustration ‘’No, I won’t explain how I got them in there’’

She just shrugged ‘’I figured’’ she snorted before adding ‘’everyone has their secrets don’t they?’’

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two as they sat across. One that stretched over for what felt like hours.

A part of him wanted to talk to her, explain to her what he went through today. He couldn’t really tell for what reason however, it wasn't like they were friends. She was just his temporary master for the time. On top of that It wasn’t like he needed someone to vent to, he was fine just pushing these aside. ‘Though it would be nice’ he thought, to have someone to talk to other than his brother.

Before he was too lost in thought he looked over to her, to see her bending paper? He raised a brow as he looked at what she was doing closer. It was strange, she was bending the paper into a shape and then doing it some other way. Why was she even doing this? What was the point?

Somehow sensing his confusion she answered him ‘’It’s called origami’’ after one more bend she revealed a paper crown ‘’A friend once showed me how to make them’’ There was a smile on her lips as she said it.

He blinked before tilting his head quizzically. Before he could say anything however she reached out to him and placed the crown on his head. For a moment he looked at her dumbfounded as he couldn’t form any words. The crown just sat on his head as she withdrew to her side.

The smile on her lips grew as she no doubt was amused by his reaction. But for some reason instead of getting angry at the indignation, a smile formed in his lips too. It took them both a second before they both started to laugh. Unlike the last time her laugh was more cheery and felt more natural. As for him, his laughter wasn't as bright as her's but it didn't seem like it stopped her from laughing alongside him.

It took them a moment before they both calmed down enough, both looking at each other now with smiles of their own.

After calming down for a second he sighed. This was going to ruin the moment somewhat, but it somehow felt fine in that moment. ‘’I fought off a bunch of drunkards from harassing a lady’’ He pointed at his arm. ‘’This was their parting gift’’ There was a moment of relief that blossomed inside him as he got that out of his chest. It was a small thing that didn’t even really explain his nightly outings, just what happened to him today. However it felt nice to get it out his chest for once rather than sweeping it aside.

She for her part just listened to him without the ridicule his brother usually gave him. After a moment she just smiled ‘’Well, did you at least kick their asses?’’

He let out another laughter ‘’Bet your wooly butt, lambchops. None of those bozos will be doing that again’’ And there it was, another laughter from her. ‘How can someone have such a kind laugh and laugh more often?’ He thought for a second, well maybe she just didn’t have much reason to do so. Before he could let that feeling blossom he felt himself wrapped around by two arms.

He didn’t fight the arms, but nor did he answer in kind. Though he couldn’t stop one of his hands on stopping on her head to ruffle her wool. They stayed that way for a minute, neither side uttering a word as the flame that kept them company continued on. Time passed ever so slowly, but it felt comforting at that moment rather than awkward like the silence before.

Eventually she let go of him to look at him, there was still no contempt within those eyes, just acceptance and worry. Swallowing the guilt he continued to meet her eyes. He could understand her even without a word spoken.

He sighed ‘’I will be more careful’’ after a moment he added ‘’I promise’’

A smile formed in her lips again that stayed even when he moved away from the couch, now fully up he moved back to the window. He needed to go back to his ‘thing’. She didn’t stop her, she just looked on as he climbed out the window.

Before he left completely, without turning back he said ‘’Thanks Lambert’’ He didn’t know whether he thanked her for the medical aid or just comforting him. He didn’t really care either way, he also doubted she did either.

Now fully outside he took off the crown. It was a simple thing made of paper, but it was made well and with reason. He stashed it in his cloak before he went back into the night.

New Chapter, hopefully anyone who sees this will enjoy it.

Sooooo Yeah, been a while huh? I missed a lot haven't I? Still, I am back so it has to count for something ehh?

Here I present, the next chapter and perhaps a return back to what should be.

Ashes to Dust

Chapter 2: A Little Rat Left Wondering

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Hey people, another chapter. I know a little late but that's life for ya, had a sickness I had to deal with. Fine now though

In this chapter we get to find out more about the rat and possibly learn a bit more about what our friend was running from... Also there is a fight scene, without further ado I hope you all enjoy it (:

I like that we all collectively agreed that Narinder would like to farm, look at him take care of his crops.

malewife.

The one who farms.

Absolutely incredible as usual, I genuinely love how you have portrayed Lambert. This is the exact way I thought she would have looked like. Also the shadows and the lighttttttt in her eyessss they are sooooo pretty.

I am simply out of words to describe how beautiful it truly is. Thank you for your incredible work as usual. If you have anymore asks I will gladly do them to the best of my ability.

I FINALLY DID IT ( it looks too dark but I still love it)

This is a sketch for @t-inbound! I want to thank you again for answering my questions in your blog and writing such amazing stories!

The idea if this doodle came out when I was reading "Paper Crown". It's the part where Aym sees Lambert in the lamplight.

Alright, another chapter. Another LOOOOOONG chapter because I just cannot cut the thing in the middle like I probably should have. Also my finals are drawing near so yeah... I won't be able to upload a lot during the two weeks where we get tor- I mean tested... of course. With that out of the way I hope you all enjoy Narinder being clueless and Baal freaking the hell out and Lambert showing the fact that she has some teeth to her. (: Also Happy new years people, 2023 finna be our year... Hopefully

12th chapter right here, right before my finals, right before the 2 weeks of suffering. Anyway, this chapter took a while to write. I almost posted it a day before but wanted to sleep a little and look back on it to make sure it was up to quality. Thank bloody hell I did that, almost sent it with all those mistakes. Now it still probably has mistakes but it is prettier?

Anyhow this chapter the duo make their way into the forest, a dim and dark one full of weird birdsssssss and other critters of all kinds.

Draw em however you wish, I have full faith on the fact that you would draw them perfectly! Also your drawings are inspiring too, they are truly wonderful.

Hi again!

I've read the 10th chapter of TBF and I'm really interested in Narinder' past with Baal & Aym. Would you mind to tell some more things about them? Like some good memories they share

Hello! Firstly, I am happy that you have read the 10th chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Secondly I would love to talk about it but I feel like making a story is a little bit better, you know show don't tell and all that stuff they keep saying. So I decided to write that story of the Brook or the River situation in its entirety. By the way, I am sorry if I am a bit late as again the Uni decided to pull a fast one on me along with the new years eve doing its usual thing. Anyhow I hope you enjoy this one. Also anyone else who wants to ask for a prompt, feel free I am open. It doesn’t have to be about TBF it can just be normaş Cotl or really any Au

Brook or River

Trek was not long, nor was it treacherous. It was rather pleasant indeed, he thought as he made his way through the soft grass yet tall grass. There was a mild wind in the air, but it was not cold as it was warm. Sun shone in the sky as it was now way into the afternoon.

As he pushed aside the tall grass he could hear the brothers behind him following the path he had made through the grass. They were on a journey to the place Aym had described as ‘The giant river with all the fish and the pond and the birds and the’ so on and so forth. That boy sure likes to speak, he thought as he tried to look out for the river while trying not to blind himself. Even with the veil helping with the sun shining above it was still hard not to get his eyes burnt.

As they exited the plains and entered the more forested areas, he started to hear Aym talking to Baal.

Aym looked proud as he said ‘’It was so huge you could put a whole ship in it, like the ones on the coast’’ He opened his arms wide to show how big it was supposed to be.

Baal rolled his eyes at his brother’s antics ‘‘there is no way, we are in a forest, it is too big for that’’ Narinder let out a chuckle as he heard the indignant noises that came from Aym.

He scoffed ‘’You will see, it is so large that I am gonna make a ship myself then I am gonna go over the horizon and you are just gonna stay here’’ He giggled before continuing ‘’Maybe you can befriend the fish while I sail across the sea’’

This time it was Baal’s turn to splutter indignantly as he yelled ‘’You can’t just leave me!’’ He turned back to Narinder ‘’Isn’t that right Master?’’

He smiled at his young servants ‘’Well if it is a big ship I might wish to join in with him’’ He couldn’t suppress his chuckle as he heard Baal gasp.

He could see his face turn red as he looked like he was about to cry out of frustration ‘’You two cannot just leave me! I-’’ Before he could finish himself and most likely burst into tears Narinder turned around and took both the brothers and embraced them both.

After a second he let go of them, they still remained in his arms as he said ‘’I am just joking my little Baal, I am not planning on abandoning either of you ever. All for one and one for all.’’ He smiled to the brothers ‘’We do not leave each other ever not for venture, nor glory’’

He could see the way Baal seemingly calmed down, but he also saw Aym deflate a little. He felt a sigh almost escape him as he saw the way Aym looked at him with those disappointed eyes. He knew that Aym was not really thinking of staying here forever, he was too free spirited for that. Though he would eventually break that out of him. It would take him some time but slowly he would stop him from these silly dreams. He had to. He could not lose him too, He would not lose him too. He had already lost too much, never again.

Aym’s sudden shout took him out of his thoughts ‘’Here! Here!’’ He pointed at the brook up ahead, which was definitely not a river. He looked down the way he pointed and yeah, there was just the brook.

Baal looked over his brother who was still looking over the small brook with wondrous eyes ‘’That is not a river dumb dumb, that's a brook’’

Aym’s wondrous look shifted into an indignant scowl ‘’No, that’s a river’’

Baal rolled his eyes before he jumped out of Narinder’s arms to the ground, landing perfectly on the rock as was expected of him. He got close to the brook and dipped his leg into the brook which proved it to be rather shallow as it only came up just slightly above his knee. Without a word he just turned to his brother with a look that said ’Are you sure?’

Aym took his brother’s example and got next to him to dip his own leg into the water to confirm that yes, it was indeed shallow. Undisturbed by this he claimed ‘’It is just a small river’’

Baal slapped his forehead ‘’That is called a brook you dumdum’’

This time it seemed like it was Aym’s turn to look at his brother indignantly as his face grew red ‘’Don’t call me a dumdum, you dumdum! It is a river if I say it is a river’’ He turned to Narinder ‘’Isn’t that right master?’’

Before he could answer him Baal cut him off ‘’Don’t waste Master’s time with this. Master has no time for things like this’’ He looked at Narinder ‘’Isn’t that right Master?’’

Before he could answer him this time it was Aym who cut him off ‘’I am not wasting his time, you are!’’

And it started, the brother’s started their little scuffle with hands flying into each other in an odd slap fight. He could chuckle at their childish doings but really, he knew where this was headed. It would only be a moment before they would start attacking each other with curses and their staffs, which was good for training sure but he didn’t want the brother’s to be mad at eachother for the next week or two as both would get injured.

So weighing his options he decided the only viable one, or in other words the fun one. The brothers were in the middle of arguing what constitutes a curse before they were both lifted by their robes and dropped into the river.

There was peace, for but one moment before all oblivion broke loose. Shouting and hissing the two brothers started to yell over each other. However he couldn’t focus on what they were saying as he was laughing his ass off. It was perfect the way two looked at him like he had stabbed them in the back, the betrayal he saw in their furious eyes was too good.

Eventually though he knew what he had to do, as he shrunk himself in a moment before he too threw himself into the shallow brook. Splashing the two brothers and coating himself in cold water of the brook. It was only fair he should join them, all for one and one for all afterall.

Seeing the playing field becoming more fair the brothers teamed up against him, seemingly forgetting their dispute as they started to splash water on him. Their attacks were countered by his own as he began his own onslaught.

It went on for a while but eventually they decided to call it off as the water was getting colder by the moment. As they got out of the water he could tell it was getting into lunch time. Now by this point they should have been back at the temple with brothers eating lunch and getting some training done while he took care of a ritual or two.

After some thinking he decided that the followers could wait for a bit. He got both the brothers to take out their staffs and stand over a rock in the brook. they looked at him with both their heads tilted quizzically

He turned to them with his own crown turning into a trident like his own brother once showed him, before… He decided to avoid that thought for now. He cleared his throat ‘’Alright you two, now normally we should be back at the temple’’ He saw both the brother’s face fell but before they could complain he continued ‘’But, I decided that instead of learning some ancient war tactic or two, I would teach you both how to fish.’’ He smiled as he saw both the brothers perk up to his words.

He showed them how to hold their staff correctly for fishing before He demonstrated how to wait for the fish and strike at the right moment. At first the only thing they catched was bits of moss and water. Aym almost threw his staff away before he took it and showed him he was holding it slightly wrong. But eventually both the brothers started to learn what he was trying to teach them.

In the end, he caught around four fish. He could probably have gotten more but he didn’t want the brothers to get upset and besides they couldn’t even eat that many anyway. Other than Baal who almost got stabbed by Aym because he thought his feet were a fish. He could say that ‘their class’ was a success as they had caught three fish of their own. With one for each brother and plus one they caught with teamwork.

Now they sat around the fire they made together, cooking the fish and trying to dry their cloaks and fur. As he tended the fire he heard Aym and Baal discussing the previous water fight.

Aym showed up his hands with six of his fingers open. ‘’That makes six plus the ones before it makes at least twenty four points’’

Baal nodded as he showed his own five fingers ‘’Indeed, add my five and it makes it twenty nine points’’ He turned to Narinder ‘’Which means we won’’ He said with both brothers looking at him proudly.

He chuckled, shaking his head ‘’I didn’t know we had a point system. Enlighten me you two, how many points have I gotten?’’

The brothers looked at each other as they started to count; they looked up to each other before nodding. Aym begun ‘’You got around thirty’’

Baal took up where his brother left ‘’But since you are old you only get half the points’’

Rolling his eyes Narinder turned the fish to their sides to keep them from burning ‘’Unfortunately even so I have still won, my dear servants as I have gotten sixty points’’ The brothers looked at him confused before going back to calculating with frowns gracing their brows. He didn’t know how many points he had or really what they got points out of, but really he didn’t really care. He knew the brothers would argue about it either way.

As he looked at the two brothers as they calculated their points again, he felt a pride blossom within him. Even at such a young age, such capable fighters with such loyalty. As a fond smile grew across his face he knew they would be together, no matter what. He would make sure of it. After all it was all for one and one for all wasn’t it? https://archiveofourown.org/works/43839834/chapters/110724444