FortheBlues
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In a world where Narinder was accidentally killed instead of sealed away, the bishops welcome his reincarnation home.
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First, Forever by april_after_hours (april_island)
Fandoms: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
02 Sep 2025
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Lamb and Narinder share their very first intimate night together as a married couple.
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It would’ve been easier to deal with if Wukong had been there to start with. None of this would’ve happened if he’d just paid attention, got out of his cave, went on the mission. It would've happened smoother, if he just hadn't caved at all.
Or: MK insists on taking Macaque out on good-guy missions, trying to kickstart his 'redemption arc'. Wukong doesn't approve because something can always go wrong--especially with those two. He's proven right when they stumble into his home after one of these outings... with more than one problem on their hands.
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To be fair, it was the Lamb’s fault.
..Maybe a little bit of Narinder’s, but it was mostly Lambert’s fault.
After a rather embarrassing accident on a crusade, Narinder opts to be resurrected instead of healed. Only, The Lamb's anxious mind haunted by past memories bumbled the ritual, and the cat comes back cursed: conscious, aware (not that The Lamb knows that) but with an insatiable hunger for flesh. Now, until Kallamar can return with crystals to cure him, Lambert must keep the cat alive, keep him from killing any of their flock and somehow keep him fed.
Unsurprisingly however, their husband already had a taste for mutton and is hardly taking any of this seriously.
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- Part 3 of The Rehabilitation Of Death
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Wukong could still remember the first time he’d ever seen all six of Macaque’s ears. The wild orchids were barely starting to sprout in the spring, the air still sharp with the last wisps of winter as they clung desperately to the earth, ultimately defied by the delicate blossoms. The Brotherhood had been formed years ago, but so much time had passed since then it was hard to remember exactly how long it had been. Long enough to start calling themselves brothers, certainly.
He wasn’t even sure how Macaque was even asleep, out cold on the steps that led down into their training courtyard in a horrific position, like he’d fallen asleep halfway through unwrapping his hands, the sheen of sweat already cooled along his brow.
It was the perfect setup for a prank, and who would Wukong be to pass up such an opportunity? He’d probably get punched for it, but who cares, really?
So, he leaned down, pushed the thick mane away from the available…
Wukong froze.
… Ears?
Or: Short story about Wukong and Macaque slowly get to catching up and deciding how they feel about each other after... everything