Oh…my…GOD! I am the very first person to be doing a Crowfield Curse fan-fiction! And it's shipping William/Shadlok!

Okay. I've got to hold myself together.

WARNING: William/Shadlok, lots of sex in the future (maybe sooner than you think), violence, mpreg

F.Y.I.: William Paynel is 18, Shadlok is…I don't know, a hundred or something

William looks different, Shadlok looks the same.

Ooh, I'm getting chills just thinking about writing this.

Read/Review/Enjoy!

Gubleronics

The Crowfield Lovers

Chapter One

William stirred slightly. He felt surprisingly warm and realized that someone was sleeping behind him, and thought it was the hob. He inwardly shook his head-the body beside him was much larger than the hob. It was either that the hob had grown dramatically overnight or it was someone else. The first conclusion didn't make much sense, so he settled on the second one. He felt something heavy lay across his side and glanced down to see a pale, muscular arm there. He slowly turned his head to see Shadlok's face. His pale, blue eyes were still wide open, but it appeared as if he were asleep. He knitted his eyebrows as he peered down at the fay warrior's arm and saw that his fingers were threaded between the fay's own fingers. He blushed as he separated their hand and shook Shadlok's shoulder. "Um…Shadlok, wake up."

Shadlok blinked and sat up quickly. His long silver-white hair was sticking up in knots of different directions. He looked dazed as he glanced around. "What is it? What happened? Am I needed?" The questions came crashing together like a freight train, quick and unexpected.

William began to laugh and reluctantly stopped at the fay's blank face. He shook his head. "You are not needed. We just need to get up." He glanced at him and chuckled.

Shadlok furrowed his brow. "What is so funny?"

William grinned. "You wake strangely."

Shadlok stared at him for some moments and stood. His fuzzy hair turned straight and flawless under a gust of wind. He cracked his knuckles and neck and left the hut.

William glanced at his hand and thought of why the fay was wrapped around him during the night. Was it because he felt it was the best way to protect him? Or was it because he…wanted to do it?

"I saw him last night," Brother Walter said suddenly. "Trust me; it was not to protect you. It was actually quite funny watching him trying to figure out how to best comfort you after one of your nightmares. He looked as if he had not had a clue of what to do." The hob looked at him closely. "I know that if you had been aware of it, you would have wanted him to do it. Am I wrong?"

William blushed and looked down.

The hob grinned brightly and patted his leg. "It is alright! I am not judging you. I think he means to speak to you today. On personal matters," the hob added in a whisper.

William frowned as he picked the hob up and set him on the table. "What makes you think that?"

The hob tapped William's temple. "I heard him say it, in there. I do not know what he is going to discuss with you about, but it is something sorely important to him. He feels as if he needs to say it. All I have to say to you is to tell him no lies when he asks questions. I think it will do you well." The hob grinned brightly at him.

William knew better than to question the hob's wisdom and nodded. He slipped his boots on and headed to the well.

Brother Martin was feeding the goats the leftovers of the vegetable pottage and whirled around, sneering at William as he approached. "Get ye hide into the kitchen, boy! There's work to be done!"

William sighed and followed the man towards the kitchen.

Brother Martin stopped in the doorway, nearly making William bump into him. "Where's the water, boy?"

William sighed. "Well, I was on my way to get it…"

"Then why didn't you?" Brother Martin snarled.

"You stopped me before I could!" William exasperated, not realizing he was yelling.

Brother Martin growled and balled up a tight fist then punched him. He kicked him with a steely foot and stomped on his chest.

William grunted and coughed.

"Ye attitude is a problem fer me, boy. I should tie you to a post and skin you alive," the holy brother growled.

Shadlok stood in the doorway of the barn doorway and frowned. He ran toward them and kneeled in front of William, but his icy and unblinking eyes were on the monk.

Prior Ardo appeared behind them and sighed. "What has happened now?"

"I got beaten for not being able to bring a pail of water," William grumbled.

"You got beaten fer ye attitude," Brother Martin snarled.

Shadlok huffed as he stood and turned to the prior. "I will work in the kitchen with him from now on to keep a close eye on him."

Prior Ardo nodded. "Very well; do not let it happen again, boy." He turned and walked away.

William scowled at Brother Martin's back as the monk turned. He held his bruised cheek. "Completely senseless," he murmured.

Shadlok kneeled in front of him. "Come here," he pulled William's face toward his with gentle fingers and pressed his palm against the bruise.

William winced and then suddenly felt no throbbing or pain.

Shadlok stood. "There. No bruise."

William smiled. "Thank you."

Shadlok simply nodded and gaited inside the kitchen.

William touched his cheek and smiled before walking after him.

Shadlok's sleeves were folded up and his hair was brushed behind his ears as he cut the beets and leeks.

While cutting the lettuce, William looked up at Shadlok. He cleared his throat. "Would you like to speak with me about something?"

Shadlok gave him a side-ways glance with a grin and a raised eyebrow. "What is that exactly?"

William shrugged and frowned briefly. "Just about…personal matters."

Shadlok's bland posture broke away into a frown as he set the blade down. He sighed as he rested his forearms on the counter. "Will…you do know that I have a heart and emotions, correct?"

William was mostly distracted by how the fay called him by his first name, but he nodded. "Yes, I do."

Shadlok nodded. "Very well. How would you feel if I confessed that I had…emotions for you?"

William turned crimson. "I…think I would be…happy." His voice was deeper than it already was.

Shadlok stiffened. "Happy? How could you be happy when you would be stuck with someone like me?"

"That is something I cannot explain yet. So, here is what I'm going to do," William stood and traveled around to Shadlok's side of the counter until he was shoulder-to-shoulder with the fay, feeling quite bold. "How many times have you been touched, Shadlok?"

Shadlok looked startled. "Very few times in my long life."

William edged closer to his face. "And how many times have you been kissed?"

"Never."

"Good," William leaned forward and pressed his lips against Shadlok's. Surprisingly enough, Shadlok's lips were full and soft like silk. Like asking for permission, he pressed his mouth deeper onto the fay's lips and swiped his lower lip with his tongue. He was glad when the fay opened his mouth wider. After a while, he was startled by his boldness and pulled back. "I'm sorry. I didn't ask for your consent."

Shadlok shook his head, his eyes glazed. "You did not need it."

"Is this an established relationship?"

Shadlok nodded. "Only if you want it to be."

William smiled. "Consider it done."

Author's Note: I...can't believe I just did that. But, for you William/Shadlok shippers out there: YOU'RE WELCOME. But there will be plenty more from that moment...

For those of you who haven't read the book yet, I suggest you read both The Crowfield Curse and The Crowfield Demon. They're really good!

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