#cotl lambert x reader

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Hello there I recently discovered ur blog and just love the way you write for the fandoms. And I was wondering if I could request a Lambert x baby Lamb reader platonic ofc

Basically the scenario is that while Lambert is on a crusade they discover a dead body of a lamb who has recently been sacrificed but before they could leave the area they hear crying coming from the lamb who has been sacrificed and upon investigating it they find a baby Lamb (reader)hidden in there mother's wool visibly hungry and in need of a guardian.

I just it'll be a cute scenario having Lambert discovering that there no longer the only lamb.

Lambert x baby lamb!reader (platonic)

i know this is going to sit in the queue for like a day or two before it goes up and ill probably be better by then but my throat hurts so bad hisshiss notes: reader is gn, short post, post focuses on the events after bringing you home to the cult, lambert is implied to have been orphaned young cws: none

they cling onto you hard, youre the only other lamb thats still alive that they know of but on top of that youre like their kid now

tries to be the best parent to you, though they lack the experience- ignoring that theyve never taken care of a child solo before, but they dont know what a normal childhood usually has

learning as they go

more than anything they want you to have a happy life in the cult

very protective though, wont let you off the grounds until they know for a fact you can fight and defend yourself... in the meantime, youre assigned a caretaker- a babysitter, even- to keep an eye on you when theyre out on crusades

they always bring something back for you to make up for their absence and tries to make some time for you

being a cult leader doesnt really... leave much time to spare for bonding...

will burn the world down if something or someone ever hurts you- theyve already taken down the bishops, theyve got more than enough power to flex to make sure no one steps out of line to hurt you

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Maybe a drabble in which our Lamb meets Chimaera Reader, the maker of all crowns? Like, he stumbles upon their lair, and sees all types of the crowns, big and small, black and white, one-eyed and two-eyed, etc.? Maybe even a little inter actions between the Reader and the Red Crown in which it recognises them as their maker?

Sorry for my English, it is not my native language-

Also sorry if this request repeats, tumblr May have doubled it-

I swear I'm gonna turn this into an OC one day because I LOVE the concept of a crown maker in the COTL universe

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'Where am I now..?' Lamb pondered as they stepped into a cavern--one most unfamiliar to them.

It was strange, considering they've scoured nearly every corner of the Old Faith for resources, potential rival cult activity, and even martyrs for the Bishops.

But this area was entirely new to them.

With their weapon drawn, they cautiously ventured further inward, eventually arriving into a larger room that was almost entirely cloaked in darkness. They could barely see a thing even with the few torches scattered around lighting the way.

Then suddenly, they saw a bunch of eyes opening up on all sides of them, varying in shape, size, color, and number. And they just stared down at the little sheep.

While they were accustomed to having so many eyes on them, this was completely different.

These eyes certainly didn't belong to any follower of theirs.

What if this was a trap?

What if-?

"Welcome, little Lamb! Promised liberator of the Old Faith!"

Looking upwards, they could see you descending from the darkness. You looked like a tradition chimera: a lion, goat, dragon, and snake all mixed into one. Both of your heads smiled as you took a seat upon your throne, although you frowned a bit upon realizing how poor the lighting must have been.

"Oh forgive me, it is awful dim in here, isn't it? Hold on one moment." Your lion head breathed out a small blast of fire, aimed towards a nearby candle that lit up.

That set off a chain reaction which lit up dozens of other candles around your lair, and burned the torches bright enough for Lamb to see what all those eyes belonged to:

Crowns.

So many crowns.

Big and small, black and white, one-eyed and two-eyed..and even multi-eyed; some sported horns and some did not. Others had bare surfaces while others were decorated with jewels or marred with scars from time.

It was an astonishing sight, and when Lamb looked back up at you, they could see a crown on each of your heads--snake tail included.

Not to mention your seat was adorned with four familiar ones...

"So you..take crowns from fallen gods?"

"Do I take them?" You repeated, before laughing uproariously. "No, but I can see why you'd assume that. I'm [y/n], Maker of the Crowns."

They blinked. "You created the crowns?"

"I have since the first gods ruled over these lands." You chuckled, taking the Green Crown into your paw. "I mold them into a design of my liking, give them life, and then send them off into the world to find a worthy host. They're like my children, so I do get sentimental at times...but I know they'll do great things."

'Huh...Leshy did say the crown found him..' Lamb mused.

"Of all the ones I've created, though, I never thought to see the Bishops' crowns again. But they were in such terrible condition...falling apart, barely able to keep their eyes open....I couldn't believe it." Your gaze shifted down to the sheep. "You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?"

They tensed. "...well...um-"

"Haha! I only jest, Lamb. I know everything." You smiled reassuringly. "I've sensed strong spikes in their energy, and I'm well aware they've been used as aids for the bishops after Narinder's betrayal. Speaking of whom...."

Pausing, you outstretched your paws towards them. "I see the Red Crown has found a new master."

"It's a long story, but--hey!!" All of the sudden, the Red Crown slipped out of their hands, morphing back into its normal form as it began floating up to you. They were shocked and angered, feeling extremely vulnerable without it. "What are you doing?!"

"Nothing, little one. It came to me all on its own. Welcome home, my darling." With the crown nestled into your paw, your smile grew as its eye stared back up at you with happiness. You sighed and brought it closer to your cheek, allowing it to nuzzle up to you. "Oh how I've missed you, mighty crown of Death. I'm glad you have not forgotten me."

"Give it back!!" Lamb snarled, baring their sharp teeth as they tried storming up to your throne. But their little hooves kept slipping on the skull pile that served as its foundation, and they eventually tumbled downwards, landing on their rear. "I need it back right now!"

"...are they always like this?" You muttered to the Red Crown, who just rolled its pupil in response. "Huh, I thought so. Arrogant, entitled, paranoid....just like your first master-"

"Don't compare us." They scowled. "Narinder was worse than arrogant...he would have destroyed this entire world, along with you and all these crowns if I returned it to him! We are NOTHING alike."

"Hm, I see I've touched a nerve. My apologies. I just wanted to take care of this little chip in its horn." Smiling, you manifested some black ichor to seal the crack you discovered on the crown, before sharpening up its horns a little bit. "There. Much better."

"....thank you. Now may I have it back?" Lamb put their hand out, growing more anxious with each passing second they were separated from it. 'Why isn't it returning to me?"

"It doesn't see why it has to right at this very moment...and quite frankly, I don't either. It's not connected to your lifeforce. You're still standing without it-"

"Because I'm its new master! I gave it new purpose. I gave it freedom...and it should be obeying me unconditionally and I don't understand why it's being so stubborn. That crown wouldn't be anywhere NEAR as powerful if it weren't for-!!"

"Choose your next words carefully," you tutted, shaking your head as you gestured to the walls. "My children do not look it, but they too have ears."

Falling silent, they looked all around, noticing that the crowns were now glaring at them. They tensed up, a feeling of heavy discomfort and embarrassment washing over them as they slowly realized how childish they were acting.

And in front of the crown creator, of all people?

"Tell me..do you see the crown as nothing without you? Or perhaps you feel like you are nothing without the crown?"

"........"

"Your mistake, little lamb, is that you see crowns as simple tools to do your bidding. A conduit for your godhood. But do not forget, they are also living breathing creatures like you and I." You chastised. "As such, they deserve respect. I figured you would've been more grateful to meet their maker...such few have the privilege to enter my lair and receive such a warm welcome."

The Red Crown bobbed up and down in agreement, before it scowled down at Lamb, as though to say "you better listen to them and treat me better".

They just looked at the ground, unable to form words as shame creeped up their spine.

You sighed softly. "I understand your worries as a new god. The mere thought of separation from it drives you to rage, especially after what happened between you and Narinder. But I have no desire to take it from you. Not when you've fought so hard for it. All I wish is that you continue caring for it."

"....I'm sorry, Great Crown Maker.." Lamb muttered, finally letting themselves be humbled. "I don't mean to act like I did. It's just...he's been annoying me all day today, shouting about "divine right" and making my life a living hell. He still can't accept that it chose me over him.."

They felt the familiar and comforting weight of the Red Crown returning to the wool atop their head, but they only looked up at you with respect. "Thank you."

"Of course, young one." You nodded, smiling once more. "Narinder has possessed that crown since he was a wee little kit, so it's going to be quite a long time before he lets that grudge go. Perhaps in a hundred years, give or take."

"I understand...so.." Lamb looked around. "Do you have any wares?"

"Oh, plenty!" You clapped your paws together. "Feel free to take a gander! Since this is your first visit, you may have one of the tarot cards over there on the house. But just know that the crowns aren't for sale."

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Cult of the Lamb x Tall! Reader who loves giving piggyback rides. Headcanons.

The Lamb, Narinder, Leshy, Heket, Shamura & Kallamar.

(this will be with the bishops in follower form because i dont really think it would be possible to pick them up in their bishop forms).

Narinder

General:

He had returned from a crusade with the lamb, his legs were hurting a bit, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Someone else did though. He was not happy when he was lifted up into the air, out of nowhere.

Narinder can and will try anything to make you put him down, but upon realizing you're not putting him down, he accepts defeat.

When he suddenly gets put down on a bed, he realized that you probably somehow knew that his legs were hurting, and just wanted him to get some rest.

He will thank you, before asking you to leave.

Romantic:

Ngl he definetly enjoys the piggyback rides, as long as he initiates them.

If not then he will likely shout something along the lines of ''Put me down! I will not tolerate- oh its just you. Put me down please''.

Will purr lightly when recieving piggyback rides.

Can and will kiss the top of your head while up on your shoulders.

He enjoys cuddeling your back if you can't / dont want to have him up on your shoulders.

Loves the feeling of being big again. even if not as big as he used to be.

He will ask you to ensure that the lamb isnt around if you pick him up. He already got defeated by the lamb, he doesn't need to have them see him being given piggyback rides.

Heket

General:

I don't even know how you even picked her up in the first place to be honest.

Definetly enjoys them as long as people don't really see it.

Does kind of like it if you just carry her to the kitchen or just bring her food.

Also likes the feeling of being slightly bigger then everyone else, but the thought of how she looks alone is enough to turn her away for a majority of the time.

It reminds her of before she got slain by the lamb so she does find some joy in being carried around.

Romantic:

Heket does become a whole lot more fond of being given piggyback rides once you're in a relationship with her.

She will do anything to avoid you picking her up infront of the other ex-bishops (especially Leshy because he likely wont stop teasing her if he finds out).

Will probably ask you to take her somewhere if she doesn't feel like walking.

I feel like she has tried to jump onto your back atleast once.

She will kiss you one way or another whenever you pick her up.

Leshy

General:

I don't even know if its possible to give Leshy piggyback rides considering that, well, he's a worm.

He will try and wiggle out of your grasp if you pick him up.

Once he realizes that now he's far above everyone else, he feels happy, untill you or someone else, reminds him that he is currently being carried on your shoulders.

unless you hold him in place he can and will fall off you, unless he wraps around you like a scarf.

Romantic:

If you don't pick him up, he's definetly gonna try and slither onto you just so he can be on your shoulders, or somehwere else on you.

Makes for a very nice and alive scarf for the winter.

He will be cuddling you while he's wrapped around you in one way or another.

If its cold, he's basically glued to you.

He will ask you to just carry him sometimes.

Kallamar

General:

He is terrified when you first pick him up.

He's going through every single possibility as for why you would pick him up, and none of them are good.

Lowkey will have an anexiety attack if you don't tell him why you picked him up out of nowhere.

If you do it to him while he looks uncomfortable and bring him somewhere he can be alone for a bit he will probably try to thank you.

He is nervous so if you sense something is up and you go pick him up and take him somewhere to comfort him he's gonna be getting very close to you.

Romantic:

If he feels uncomfortable he can and will look for you.

You have become a safe space with the addition of maybe some cuddles.

Loves being picked up by you, makes him feel like he's not gonna get hurt.

Kallamar will hug you constantly while being given a piggyback ride.

He doesn't want to go back down once you pick him up, he has to though but he's not too happy about (too scared to really complain though).

if you're not gonna have him on your shoulders he'd likely prefer to be carried facing the front of you rather then your back. Mainly because he's scared he's gonna be attacked without you noticing.

Shamura

General:

Shamura was probably curious at first about what this ''piggyback ride'' thing you were talking about was.

Immidietly after you pick them up they get confused.

Just one moment ago you guys were talking, and now they're on your back.

Once you explain what piggyback rides are and why people give them, Shamura immidietly calms down, now knowing why they're currently on your back / shoulders.

Might rest their head on your head depending on how close they are to you and or if they're on your shoulders

Romantic:

Shamura will give you small kisses on top of your head whenever they're recieving piggyback rides.

If they have a feeling that they forgot that they needed to be somewhere, they'll go to you because you usually know.

If it wasn't for their injury, they would've given you piggyback rides as well.

They have read a book atleast once while sitting on your shoulders.

The Lamb / Lambert

General:

The Lamb had been on many crusades before, usually coming back un-injured.

Allthough one day in particular after a crusade they had gotten a somewhat bad leg injury.

You along with many other followers came up to see what was wrong. You being more then happy to carry your leader, gave the lamb a piggyback ride to the infirmary.

Once out of the infirmary they saw you carrying children around via piggyback rides as well

They definetly are curious as for why you're so willing to give people piggyback rides.

Will ask you about it one day, curious if you viewed them kind of like a child that day they had the leg injury.

Romantic:

The lamb loves recieving piggyback rides.

Whenever they return from a crusade uninjured and if nobody needs them at the moment, they will immidietly go to you, maybe ask you for a walk (mainly because if their legs get tired they can just ask for a piggyback ride).

Would give you piggyback rides if you werent as tall.

They love cuddling with you as you just walk around with them.

I imagine that their legs have been sore for some reason atleast once on a day where they had to perform a cermone so they just asked you if they could sit on your shoulders for the duration.

Requests are open by the way

[itte-tstar]

Lambert X lamb reader headcanons!

Masterlist

English is not my first language so I apologize if something is spelled wrong!

(I prefer to imagine that you came from a land far from the lands of the old faith)

(But you can also imagine that in some miraculous way you survived the massacre of the bishops! Is up to you!)

When Lambert found you they was a mix of emotions

I mean he is now no longer the only lamb in the lands of the old faith!

immediately you were brought into theyr cult

Yeah they are protective

You will rarely be alone when they are in the cult

There will always be a little lamb following you or watching you from afar to ensure your safety

Lambert found a golden skull necklace? It goes straight to you

He likes to pamper you and no one can make me think otherwise

You'll probably get some envious looks

[gradientism]

Hi! Can I ask for oneshot/headcanon (what you prefer) about The Lamb x reader from The Cult of the Lamb, where trope is enemies to lovers?

OH YEAH! ABSOLUTELY! I LOVE THIS DYNAMIC IN THE CHARACTERS!^^

GN!Reader x the Lamb (Trope is enemies to lovers) Headcanon

"Joy always turns into sorrow. Tears always turn into laughter. The tender becomes hard over time. Friendship turns into love. Love turns into habit . Habit turns into hatred. Hatred turns into calmness. Calmness turns into curiosity. Curiosity turns into love."

By: Mr. Freeman

Let's start with who will you be? You can be either a simple follower or a defeated miniboss on one of the levels. We will consider both options.

Simple follower!Reader:

• With 100 percent probability, the Lamb would have found you in the forest when followers of the old faith wanted to sacrifice you to one of the bishops. Or he ransomed you from Halob when you were caught in his snare. Doesn't matter.

• Your dislike for them would be more likely not to their personality, but to the fact that they also build their cult like the bishops of the old faith.

• Throughout your entire life of trying to survive, you have formed a bad impression not only of the bishops, but also of the faith in general, since you have seen all their cruelty.

• The Lamb, in turn, disliked you because of your wariness of everything they say. They were accustomed to the fact that followers were almost always ahead of him with childlike trust, or it was easy to re-educate them. You were different.

• On pain of death, you still had to join their cult, and then the game began: Where they tried to get your complete loyalty in the faith, and you tried to be as far away from them as possible, without overstepping the boundaries.

• Your overall journey has been long.

• Not to say that you were a bad follower, on the contrary, you faithfully carried out their every assignment, but again, you had almost no faith.

• Therefore, it was a great surprise to you when the lamb began to pay more attention to you.

• The Lamb understood that you were different and this began to attract them, giving them excitement. What started as a game for them grew into real interest.

• You certainly weren’t particularly happy with this attention at first. Again, remember your past experience.

• But still, over time, you begin to get used to their strange behavior, and, albeit gradually, reciprocate.

• They were absolutely delighted.

• What started out as distrust based on fear turned into sympathy.

• Of course, things are still hard for you. There are times when you feel fear again, when it seems like nothing has changed and you are stuck in the nightmare past again.

• However, now you are not alone, they are next to you and will always help you when it seems to you that everything is bad.

miniboss!Reader:

• As a follower of one of the bishops of the old faith, you would be more likely to be brainwashed.

• So of course, when you were told to sacrifice your soul and kill the Lamb, you, of course, agreed unconditionally.

•And also unconditionally you have failed.

• Just like last time, your opinion on joining the cult was not asked.

• Usually, all minibosses quickly get used to the new faith.But you were different, too stubborn and, as it turned out, savvy with language.

• However, a night in the penitentiary quickly shut you up.

• Now, instead of simply insulting their and trying to kill their again, you have switched to passive aggression.

• This certainly irritated the Lamb. But as long as you dutifully carried out your instructions, they were ready to turn a blind eye to it.

• You, like other followers, are not asked to do too much, which certainly gets you out of the rut at first.

• Overall, it was like a small settlement, except for the constant sermons that you were required to attend.

• All of this together reduces your hatred.

• But what keeps getting on your nerves is the lamb with the endlessly long tongue.

• You really miss the time when they would just mockingly brush off your direct threats with a roll of their eyes. Now it has turned into endless jokes and childish behavior at some points.

• LIKE, SERIOUSLY? Are they the leader of a cult, the very chosen ones to free the one who is waiting from eternal imprisonment? WHAT THE HELL!?

• But it turns out that all of this, including the cult, including your new environment and including the Lambs themselves, is gradually helping your soul.

• Gradually, your thousand-year-old foundations of serving the old faith begin to crack, and it becomes much more difficult to hate Lamb.

• You notice that you begin to communicate more often. You definitely have common topics of conversation.

• Maybe it wasn't all that bad because eventually you actually start to open up to them.

• You still have many pitfalls in your soul, and the teachings of the old faith sometimes put pressure on old wounds, but you try not to cling to the past. You already have a beautiful present with them.

[g0dwat3rwritings]

How's about head cannons for the bishops + the Lamb

𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 (𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧)

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛

The Lamb has a habit of making dirt balls and throwing them at Narinder for fun.

This is practically canon and no one can change my mind.

Also, depending on when you come in the picture, they will leave little love notes for you.

The funniest part about the letters is that they don't leave a signature, they just write 𝐁𝐚𝐚𝐚 and you know it's them.

Despite being a lamb, they have the ability to watch people like a hawk.

And by that, I mean they have an incredible attention span, as weird as it may seem.

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚

Shamura sews. A lot.

They could, and would, remake the entirety of all the bishops outfits by themself.

When they read, if you're in the picture, they prefer to have you sitting on their lap instead of at their side.

As odd as it may seem, kisses from Shamura are the best.

Shamura counts doors and windows when they're bored.

They'll go around their temple and count every door and every window.

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫

Kallamar loves to dance but is far too scared to perform in front of anyone, that includes his siblings.

He can draw, and well.

He'll sometimes wander into his siblings territories and draw what he sees.

Once you come into the picture, he has a habit of drawing you.

And pretty quickly, his sketchbooks become full of drawings of you.

Of course, he would only show you them if you asked, but besides that, you're never seeing them.

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬

He bites The Lamb, a lot.

And it's not on purpose, it is a purely subconscious thing. And it's not a kinky thing either.

When you come into the picture, he is all over you.

Kisses and hugs galore. In private, of course.

He pouts when you have to leave, like. literally pouts.

Depending on how long you're gone, he'll be stubborn and pouty until he gets some sort of reassurance that you're not planning his demise.

𝐇𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐭

She needs help to change her bandages, she can't do it on her own.

There's been times when she's croaked and it hurt her throat badly to the point she didn't talk for the rest of the day.

Leshy also laughed at her for it and she beat his ass 🧍‍♂️

She has a habit of kissing your throat lightly.

Not your neck, under your chin where your throat is.

Cuddles are a must for her, obviously in private, but she's in need of a little love.

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐲

Leshy, being the Bishop of Chaos, is.. well.. chaotic.

He will bite your ears out of nowhere and feel zero (0) shame.

His branches wiggle when he's happy.

If he gets extremely excited or extremely happy, there's a possibility they'll fall out.

And when they do, he'll just be dramatic and stare at the branch on the ground like someone's decapitated head just rolled toward him.

He will pick you up and you have no choice in the matter.

[dissociativedollcherry]

۶♡ৎ OBLIVION ˚﹕⋆⊹

۶ৎ Lambert/The lamb x ambivert cat reader with social anxiety ۶ৎ

♡ Notes : Cult mentions, death mentions, Lambert is head over heels for u, i really love this floofy friend shaped lamb, just a writing to feed y'all something until my summer break starts 😸🫶🏼 ill post some cotl in my other blog tomorrow (probably), i use they/them pronouns for the lamb, i did the social anxiety part based more on myself so im sorry if something's inaccurate.

ᶻz Type: Headcanons, romantic, fluff

✮⋆˙ Music: Dove (doll version)

۶ৎ I headcanon Lambert to be aroace, so, whenever they get a crush on someone, i think it would be a down hard crush, making them fall head over heels for the person.

۶ৎ They noticed your lack of talking since the first time they bumped into you, they expected for you to somewhat dramatically apologize to them like the other followers.

۶ৎ But you just stood there, silently, as you just made a little gesture with your head as if minimally apologizing to them before continuing your way, they couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity light inside of them.

۶ৎ Lambert probably fell for you because of how you act, you were always quiet and somehow collected, of course your habit of trying to distance yourself from social interaction mildly worried them at first, but you looked okay with being alone so they didn't really bother you much.

۶ৎ you talked only when necessary, you never got into any fights, always did what you were told and were always the first to go to your tents when it was time to, sometimes even before that, they found your way to act very odd but somehow mature? they knew cats do have a strange nature but not a very silent one, more of a grumpy one (Ahem, Narinder) so you were one strange cat.

۶ৎ Lambert started to slowly attempt to form a relationship with you, it wasn't anything lousy or something like that, just quiet hangouts like drinking diverse drinks together, quiet walks around the cult's territory, Lambert babbling somethings about the cult not expecting you to answer, and things like that, they knew you weren't one to talk much so he started off slow to not scare you.

۶ৎ Lambert would be surprised if you start to open up one day to them, even if its just bit by bit, they will be over cloud 9, Lambert could appear calm in the outside but in the inside they were exploding in happiness that you started to trust them enough to try and be more outgoing with them.

۶ৎ After you started warming up to them, your hangouts would get more interactive and agitated, like dancing together in one of the cults celebrations and events, some late night gossip and stuff like that, Lambert would be more than happy to interact with you and hear more of your soothing voice.

۶ৎ Now when you started dating, Lambert had to stay more with you, because people would start be all over you since you are now partners with the cult leader, since you have social anxiety they know how overwhelmed you can get in crowded places, especially in a crowded place where all the attention is on you, so Lambert will make sure to be by your side in moments like these.

۶ৎ Lambert makes sure you are always comfortable whenever you are in a situation that requires social interaction and with large crowds, such as events, rituals and etc.

۶ৎ If you ever get too overwhelmed in a situation like this, Lambert will excuse you and them, immediately running off to find you an empty or at least a significantly less crowded place.

۶ৎ Would hold you in their arms until you feel better, reassuring you and comforting you the best they can, which might not be the best but hey, it's pretty decent.

۶ৎ They will 100% pet you, sorry not sorry.

۶ৎ Lambert likes petting between your ears and play with your tail sometimes, its like a fucking stim toy for them.

۶ৎ Lambert honestly thinks its cute how you can be very shy whenever theres a stranger near you and then suddenly switch to a very charismatic and happy person whenever your alone with them.

۶ৎ But it also worries Lambert, that can heavily prejudice you and your social life and they really don't want that for you, they just want what's best for you.

۶ৎ They would probably try to make you socialize more, of course, always talking to you about it before doing that, they would try to make you interact to others with them by your side and slowly starting to let you interact with others by yourself.

۶ৎ Would be so proud of you if you ever mention to them you got to make a new friend without feeling anxious and awkward.

۶ৎ They really love you<3

“I would praise you forever if i could. ♡”

[geekdubs]

Old Art from BOTOF ask blog

[someoneboredwrites]

Narinder had expected many things.

To return to power. To punish his traitor family for millennia before erasing their miserable souls. To despise the Lamb and their methods.

But to his surprise, the Lamb, infant god that they were, was a dutiful one. Honoring the lives of their followers, burying or composting them as requested, and bringing back from the dead those who the Lamb felt needed more time.

They even gave him alone decorations of bone for his new abode at his… request.

What Narinder was not expecting was the Lamb - Lambert they insisted he call them - return with another sheep.

This one was different, however. He was tall, taller than even Narinder, with such dark fur and wool that he looked almost to be made of shadow. Long horns curling towards and away from his face, the new arrival returning to the base of the (recently designated) New Faith sent the flock into a near frenzy if Narinder hadn’t bullied the Witnesses into aiding him in calming them down.

Lamber pulled the black sheep, Narinder, and the Witnesses into the temple, ordering the flock into compliance. They would expect a celebration.

They would expect a new holy day.

Narinder expected nothing good would come from Lambert informing them that the Mystic Seller demanded they rescue his heathen family from Limbo.

[the-s1lly-corner]

YoHi! I really like your posts;), I wanted to order a romantic one of Cotl, a Lambert meeting a S/o who is also a lamb? I can imagine how much he got attached and happy to find another one just like him

Lambert x lamb!reader

speed writing this while my silly little period of sadness dies down a little because my ass cannot focus while im like that grrrrrrr notes: reader is gn, lamb reader, short post cws: mentions of mass death and murder, canon typical stuff

to say you both cling onto one another the second you find each other is... a soft way of saying it

they always mask themselves as this put together leader who is bothered by nothing- but the fact that there is still another lamb takes them out of it for a moment

and if they find you in the process of being sacrificed by cultists?

you blink and the next second all of them are dead, and youre being cut from your restraints

even after the danger is over and youre brought back to the cult you hover around each other a lot

of course they ask if there were others with you, and visibly wilts when you say there werent

the bishops of the old faith were thorough when purging sheepkind- but not enough, leaving just the two of you behind

naturally theres some bias for you, you ascend the ranks of the cult- from simple follower to disicple

and the second they get a golden skull necklace, theyre giving it to you

better than constantly dying and getting ressurected

the dread they feel when you die for the first time cannot be put into words, they scramble to bring you back as soon as possible

you both have clothing made with some of each other's wool- id like to view it the same way as when people wore necklaces with their loved ones hair in it... you carry a piece of each other everywhere you go

so gentle with you, but when they hold you their grip is firm

not enough to hurt you, but they seem scared that someone is going to steal you away

loves showing you some of the areas around the cult's grounds- maybe they can take you fishing.. just the two of them!

doesnt want you to go on crusades with them, though, and refuses to let you leave the grounds without a missionary necklace

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Oooh! I think I got a fun one. Can I have some headcanons for the lamb? He was walking around one day and encountered a tall human who wears a cloak with lamb horns? He doesn't know their human until they remove their hood (Also the reader is nonbinary because gender gets boring sometimes :]) (Also I headcanon that humans are either nearly extinct or the all of them live underground.)

- Kneecaps Anon

Aw I adore this idea!!

Also this will take place in the early days of Lamb's cult (where they're still getting the hang of managing followers, rituals, etc...definitely long before slaying and indoctrinating all the bishops)

...........

While Lamb was crusading through an unknown part of the Old Faith, they came across the ruins of a village that looked most peculiar. Much unlike previous ones they've discovered.

The homes, although desecrated, were far bigger than ones Leshy's followers would live in. They could barely reach the doorknob!

So they continued to investigate, before noticing someone emerging from the bushes with a bag and bloody dagger.

It's you, a mysterious tall figure wearing a cloak and sandals. But what intrigued them the most were the horns that poked through your hood.

They were unmistakably a lamb's horns.

At first they were hopeful that another one of their kind survived the slaughter...although when they called out to you, you stopped and stared at them in bewilderment.

"W-Were you talking to me?"

"Of course! Are you a lamb, too?"

"...ah...I'm sorry to say this, but no. I am not." Realizing who this was upon seeing the Red Crown, you uncovered your hood, revealing that you were in fact human. "I can understand why my "horns" led to you to believe that."

"That's too bad.." They frown, before expressing surprise that a human was still living in these lands...believing that they've all gone extinct.

But you politely corrected them on the matter.

"There used to be a lot of us, living in villages just like this. My ancestors had treaties with the Bishops until they were attacked by the One Below. And for whatever reason they chose to take their anger out on us, demanding that we go live in their domains or perish. Obviously we refused and, well...now this little village is the only proof we ever existed here."

"I see.." Lamb grimaced. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you the only one left?"

"Yeah. This place thrived for generations, invisible to the eyes of the Bishops, but all my friends and family either died off or fled to some other land, unable to cope with the constant feeling of danger all around us. Though I wanted to stay because I didn't want those false gods to scare me away from my home." You end your somber tale with a determined huff, still smiling. "But yeah...it sucks, but I've managed to survive for this long...so.."

Seeing as your views aligned with theirs, Lamb immediately invited you to join their cult, promising you safety and better living conditions in exchange for your devotion.

But unlike the more simple-minded animal followers they've wrapped around their finger, you weren't so easily convinced.

Although you admired lambs, you didn't like how this one was basically giving you the same ultimatum the Bishops once did to your ancestors: Join or perish. It seemed quite hypocritical.

In the end, you request to see the cult first and decide for yourself.

They oblige..but unfortunately for them, that means they can't just warp you there and use omnipresence to return to the temple grounds quickly.

But they knew they'll have to earn your respect and make a good first impression--and dropping you through a demonic portal's not exactly the best way to do that.

When you finally arrived, you were impressed by the architecture and the temple...

As well as all of Lamb's followers who flocked to you, awestruck at a newcomer like yourself. Some were familiar with your species, others have never seen anything like you before.

Regardless, they shook your hands in greeting, being fascinated by your cloak and how your hair looked, asking you so many questions that they nearly overwhelmed you.

You haven't gotten this much attention in years!

Lamb was lowkey jealous and pushed them all back to give you some breathing room.

The adorable creatures won your heart over, and you agreed to follow Lamb's teachings faithfully.

They simply changed the colors and symbol on your cloak to match those of the followers. You still kept the horns, as they found no reason to get rid of them.

Afterwards they showed you around, only to realize that you'll need some major accommodations if you were going to spend the rest of your life here.

You couldn't exactly take the mattress from your village here, and the little beds/shelters were too small for you to comfortably sleep in; and grassy gruel and berry dishes weren't going to sustain your hunger for long.

Nevertheless, they vowed to meet your needs, though they also worried about how well you'll fit in and get along with everyone--considering you're the only human.

Later around sundown, you noticed one follower (the only one who didn't greet you this morning) sitting in front of a makeshift grave with a depressed expression.

Lamb explains they've been stuck that way since their indoctrination several days ago, being the sole survivor of a massacre. The grave was that of their lover, who was murdered right in front of them by one of the Bishops themselves.

The sheep learned what happened via mindreading..but apparently it was so traumatic, they spared you from the details.

However, they expressed frustration in failing to convince this follower to move on and start contributing to the cult.

They've exhausted every possible effort at motivating them: inspiration, random gifts, even a funeral service was conducted (and for someone who wasn't even in the cult)..but nothing worked.

Lamb was starting to get angry, but quickly calms down and just reassures you not to worry, instead trying to show you where you'll be sleeping.

"Wait, do I have permission to approach them, Leader? Maybe I can help them out."

"....I doubt it. It's like talking to a piece of stone....but you have my permission to try." They allow you to go, wondering what you'll do differently.

You just went over to the follower and introduced yourself, sitting beside them for a few minutes in the hopes your presence would comfort them.

At first Lamb thinks you're wasting your time, but somehow....you got that silent follower to actually talk about their lover and all the good memories they had together, getting choked up by the end.

You offered them a hug, which they accepted as they buried their face into your chest, sobbing their little heart out and wailing over the cruelty of the Bishops.

It filled you with both sorrow and anger, wanting nothing more than to see their blasphemous empire crumble because of the grief they brought upon this one follower alone.

Meanwhile, Lamb's standing there just..completely shocked, especially after you calmed down the follower and bring them over to them.

"F-Forgive me, my Leader, if...I was being a nuisance by not listening to you." They apologize. "If you want me to start working right now, then I shall. I feel okay enough to do so. Whatever you need, just say the word."

"Wha...??? But....n-never mind. You're forgiven, [F/n]. For now just get some rest." Lamb dismissed them, and only after they've gone to bed do they turn to you with comically-wide eyes. "By the One Below...how did you do that???"

"Dunno." You shrugged. "I guess all they needed was a hug."

"...then why didn't they just ask me for one???"

"They probably didn't know they needed one until now. But I figured your mindreading powers would've anticipated that."

"...are you insulting the might of the Red Crown!?"

"I mean no offense, Leader." You chuckle, patting their wooly head. "Now, where will I be sleeping?"

Although a little irked, Lamb quickly got over it, relieved that you were able to help that follower...how ever you managed to do it.

You had a selfless heart, and that was a good asset to have in the cult.

Why were they ever worried? You'll fit in just fine.

[mentos-or-mentoes]

Headcanons! Cult of the lamb

Leshy, Heket, Shamura, Kallamar, Narinder and The lamb.

General:

(this will be in follower form for the bishops)

Leshy

Dude is definetly not happy upon being indoctrinated into the cult.

Like first he gets killed by the lamb and NOW he has to follow their commands? Yeah to say the least he might be a bit annoyed at first.

When you first introduce yourself, he might be a little skeptical mainly because he was a bishop so what were you gonna do? Make fun of him? Pull a ''prank'' Just because you could?

Surprisingly, no! You were kind, just trying to get to know him better, and trying to get him to know the cult a little better.

He is forever greatful if you help him around the place.

Romantic:

If Leshy smells anything he thinks is something like a flower, then he might try and guide you towards them.

Mainly because it might be difficult picking them, when he cant see where the hell he's going.

9.5 / 10 hugs and you cant convince me otherwise.

He might be a bit moist because of all the stuff growing on him but he definetly smells nice. (or atleast i headcanon it as such).

He can and will be a living scarf if he REALLY craves your attention.

He will just snuggling up to you in the middle of whatever you were doing.

Heket

General:

Heket was not the happiest when she awoke in the lambs cult to say the least.

Allthough she was hungry, (cant blame her tbh).

When you approached her and offered her a couple of berries as a little welcome gift you definetly became one of her favorites.

She probably didn't even want to try and care for someone that isn't her siblings, at this point.

She especially appreceates if you basically speak for her, mainly because you can get to the point (and the words) alot faster then her.

Heket will do absolutely anything to avoid you or anyone else finding out anything that embarrases her that isnt known, like her losing to the lamb.

She enjoys all meals with either you or her siblings.

Romantic:

If you pick her up in front of others for no reason you are getting the frog equivilent of a bitch slap.

She does still have a reputation to uphold to prevent the followers from being too cruel even as a member of the cult.

Okay but seriously, Heket is basically your knight in shining armor.

Someones bothering you? just tell Heket, and she will take care of it.

She loves it when you bring her snakcs while waiting for a meal to be done whenever you cook.

Can and will pass you notes of what she wants you to say to someone, if she's really annoyed bcause of something they did.

Might be dissapointed if you rephrase it, to not be as rude as what she wrote.

Shamura

General:

Them always seeking knowledge was definetly one of the things that allowed you to bond with them quickly.

You telling them about things they might find interesting, and them sharing some of the things they remember.

Shamura likes it when you remind them of small things they might forget.

They also like sharing stories of their past with you, or giving you small gifts.

Not that they cant defend themselves against other cult members who might be looking for payback (they probably can't).

But you talking some sense into the cultists heads definetly does not go unoticed.

Romantic:

Shamura probably does like cuddles, especially when comforting them.

Might forget that you gave them something and try to return it to you.

If you remind them, then well they'll probably feel a bit ashamed that they forgot one of your gifts.

Please comfort Shamura if this happens.

(sorry i couldn't come up with much for them Shamura fans).

Kallamar

General:

Kallamar is a very nervous person so you showing them kindness was definetly unexpected.

you being nice? To him, and this quickly? You must be plotting something, he thought. but when you continuesly kept showing kindness and defended him from any rude cult members, he quickly realized that it wasn't the case.

he likes it alot when you reassure him that everythings gonna be fine. This man isn't much for standing up for himself. So if you do stand up for him, when other cultists come to do whatever they'd wanna do, he'll be very thankful.

If you went through the trouble of learning sign language just to communicate with him easilier his heart basically melts (not literally though).

Romantic:

He loves holding your hand. he likes the comfort of you being around.

expect him to be with you for a majority of the time.

will hug you whenever he feels nervous if he is allowed to (usually he is).

If he's trying to talk to you about something personal he'll usually use sign language with you when alone.

Kallamar spends so much time with you that half of his stuff is probably at your place.

Narinder

General:

He was not letting anyone even try and converse with him, after his indoctrination.

Not like people were gonna try anyway, considering what he tried to do.

But theres always someone different, and that just so happened to be you.

You kept trying to start a conversation, pestering him untill he finally tried to actually speak with you.

He wasn't very happy when he finally did start talking.

Despite that you just kept coming back.

Soon he actually started trying to engage the conversations, not really having much else to do.

Small conversation became a small friendship.

Soon Narinder found himself actively trying to spend time with you , and you were more then happy to do so.

Atleast the place wasn't as bad now for Narinder.

Romantic:

This dude is for close to anything but PDA (Public displays of affection).

Will purr if you hug him.

Narinder will never admit it but he's a total cuddle bug when in private.

Will do anything to prevent the lamb from finding out because he already knows he's gonna get teased for eternity the second they find out.

May or may not actively seek you out if he's getting really needy for some cuddles.

Will have orange cat level stupid behavior if he somehow gets his hands on catnip.

The lamb / Lambert.

General:

upon first meeting you, for whatever reason you were wandering around the lands of the old faith, they immidietly asked if you wanted to become part of their cult.

Likes your dedication to the crown and the cult

If you're especially dedicated to the cult then they might read your mind (and might find out you're in love but who knows).

Definetly tries to become closer with you.

They might ask if you wanna go on walks to take a break from all the work.

If you have any problems then the lamb will be willing to do just about anything to help (not everything though).

Romantic:

The lamb definetly makes the first move.

They shower you in gifts, kisses and cuddles whenever they're not busy.

Will do a marriage ritiual as soon as you feel comfortable with it.

Will spend lots of time with you in their free time.

You're probably being put in charge of taking care of things whenever they go on crusades, mainly because they trust you the most.

Doesn't have alot of time when they're not working but they spend almost every second that they're not busy beside you

Expect surprise hugs.

Lots and lots of surprise hugs.

Alot of people are probably both jealous and happy for you because of you being with the lamb.

The lamb does not care because they got the most wonderful person in the world as their partner aka you <3.

(Hope you enjoyed my first ever headcannons)

[itte-tstar]

Lambert X Angel Gabby Reader headcanons!

Masterlist

Can be seen as platonic or romantic!

English is not my first language so I apologize if something is spelled wrong!

Lambert finds you very interesting

He has heard about angels hare but has never seen one until now

Lambert thinks you're amazing!

And an angel in his cult is a lot!

For them and their followers

Lambert treats you like you're royalty even though you say you don't need to

They love your wings! they think it are very soft!

They love your fur too! Your fur is so pretty and soft!

When you're walking you end up doing little hops as you walk and Lambert finds that adorable!

If you want to stay in the cult Lambert will be more than happy to let you stay

Also your tent is right beside they

You know just for your safety

If someone has the courage to hurt you? ooh they will be mad

Sorry if it's short creativity was on vacation ((T_T))

[moonwaterart]

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Finally finished with the last ficlet, which admittedly is longer then the others, but here's one for The Lamb/Lambert. Enjoy :)

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The One Who Helped Him

Such a daunting task for one lamb to run a cult. A cult once created for the god of death only to turn into one of worship for the one who saved each follower that came to his fold. With the Old Faith diminished, a new one was brought forth, one that took some followers to get used to, but most seemed to adapt nicely to it.

Everyone had a job to perform. Each follower a role to play, save for one.

They never seemed to have much to do save for watching their leader run off into the unknown only to come back later, sometimes with a few bumps and bruises, other times bleeding and seemingly at deaths door. Those days they would rush to his side and help him get to the medical bay, there they would dress his wounds and listen to his mutterings as he passed out. The crown on head head would always detach itself from its perch and look at the follower, seemingly unblinking, yet watching. It freaked them out at first, but after time and time again of coming back to the flock hurt and needing to rest it became almost routine to handle it with care and place it nearby for when Lambert would wake up.

The followers within the sanctum of where it all began could say that they were something of a doctor or nurse for the sect, yet they would always shake their head.

“I’m just glad to help where I can.” They would always reply. That seemed to satisfy the curiosity of others for a time.

After getting back from their most recent venture and being put on bed rest, their follower noticed how much more… chaotic the sect was. Sure, sometimes Lambert would pass out on his journeys only to be dumped back at the steps of the temple. He would always brush off the question as to why with ‘I was just tired’, but their follower could tell he was lying through his teeth. They were sure a few other followers caught onto that too.

Mutterings filled the camp about unfulfilled requests and worry started to form in the pit of their stomach. The lamb did so much for them, someone should pay it forward before something were to happen. 

Rolling up their sleeves, they got to work. Their first stop was where the beds were situated. A few had collapsed due to heavy rainfall from the night prior, but they’d watch them be built a few times, so it would be an easy task. The next thing on the list was feeding the sect. Given their leader would usually cook when he could, most preferred to fast until he was in charge of cooking. That was no good especially after two days of him being gone and most likely needing to recover for the rest of the week after his newest batch of injuries. 

They counted out the bowls, flipped the recipe book open and got to work collecting the ingredients needed for cooking. It took them roughly an hour or so, but soon, hot bowls of fresh and hearty soup was dished out and the meal bell was rung. They made sure everyone had their fill before having their own bowl of what remained. Once dishes were cleaned and stored once more, they went to their next set of tasks.

Going from one follower to another, asking for their requests and doing their best to fulfill them in their leaders place, it took almost all day, but once they were complete, they flopped down on the ground with a sigh of relief… that was until something nudged their foot and they looked up to see a deer follower staring down at them.

“O-oh. Good evening, Keim. What can I help you with?”

“You’ve been busy today.” They stated.

“W-well, yes, someone should be helping our wonderful leader out while he rests.”

“Then you wouldn’t mind helping me with something?”

They sat up. “Well no, but-”

“Excellent, I need you to fetch me some mushrooms from Anura.” They interrupted. “Usually I would ask our leader to�� but since you’re substituting for him, it should be nothing you cannot handle.”

A chill ran down their spine. They hadn’t really been out of the sanctum since they were rescued from being sacrificed in The Silk Cradle. Even then, they weren’t a fighter, they could never-

“I-I’ll do my best, Keim.” The deer smiled brightly.

“Perfect! Thank you very much!”

--

“Oooh… I should have said no…” Armed with nothing save for a dagger, the follower had ventured through the gateway towards the mushroom filled biome that once housed the godly bishop of famine. Since she was vanquished, the biome became more hostile and bloodthirsty. Residents turned against one another, the frogs and bugs tearing into whomever dared cross into their line of sight, it was hell to hear about from those brought into the fold.

Keim needed ten mushrooms, yet they were only able to collect four so far. Night had fallen and the forest was dark, which made advancing even more difficult. How their leader proceeded onward through here when the mushrooms seemed to be alive with those sacrificed in the name of Heket was beyond their understanding.

A crunching of leaves behind them caused them to still for a second, only to dart forward in fear, whatever was behind them giving chase. Tears picked at the corners of their eyes as they did their best to weave through the forest, but a root out of place and hidden by a pile of leaves caused them to trip. Their dagger skidded off into the darkness as they rolled to a stop. With a groan, they tried getting up, only to be kicked back onto their back.

“Who told you you could stand, heretic?” Came a gravely voice above them, cracking open their eyes, the follower saw hooded figures, followers of Heket. Starved followers of Heket. “You aren’t welcome here, lamb follower…”

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll go-”

“Leave? No no. You came to our glorious leader’s domain… Her physical body is gone, but she looks down upon us and smiles as she’s gifted us a glorious meal.”

Their eyes widened. “No… no no no, I’m not a meal. I won’t let you eat me!”

Dagger raised, a twisted smile formed on the starved ones face. “Heket, our glorious leader. Goddess of famine, we thank thee for this tasty morsel. May they fill our bellies and-” They didn’t get to finish their prayer as they were blasted off the follower with a ball of divine energy. Lambert’s follower coward as the sounds of fighting happened around them, but just as it started, it fell silent. When they sat up and opened their eyes, they saw the lamb, bandaged still with new wounds causing blood to soak into their dressings, but upright and panting, an axe in their outstretched hand as charred remains surrounded them. A wondrous sight to behold if it wasn’t for the circumstances.

The axe reformed into the crown that sat atop his head and he turned, hobbling over to them and outstretching his hand to them. “You’re either crazy, brave, or stupid to venture out here alone. What are you doing out here, my lost sheep?”

They took his hand and were pulled to their feet. “G-great Leader, I-... I was just trying to help you a-and complete some requests for some of the others back at the temple and-” He pulled them into a hug.

“What you did was almost get yourself killed.” He replied. “I do appreciate the help, I do… but you mean quite a lot to me and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

His words caused his follower to blush. “I…I mean that much to you.”

“You have no clue how much you mean to me… but please… leave the journeying into hostile biomes to me… okay?”

Their follower returned their hug, burying their face into the soft wool of Lambert. “I…I promise… as long as you take the time to get better.”

“Deal.”

[g0dwat3rwritings]

Lambs reaction to being given a hug for the 1st time in their life because no way Lamb had a good or normal childhood with all the 'hunting down Lambs' situation going on-

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐔𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛

Lambert would jump slightly, afraid you might hurt them.

Mostly because of their rather... traumatic past.

Once you didn't pull away, they would slowly melt into it, although still confused.

They had... no idea what a hug was, honestly.

You would have to explain.

"𝐒𝐨... 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?" They'd ask

You would nod, before hugging them once more.

They still flinched, but this time just... gently pat your back.

You... had to explain for them to put their arms around you.

"𝐎𝐡." They would say with a small laugh, before doing so.

Shockingly, they're a very good hugger.

Their soft wool made it so much better.

For a few months, every time you'd hug them, they'd flinch.

Of course, eventually, they'd be alright with it, and hug you back immediately.

But it's only with you!

They still flinch when anyone else hugs them.

But you're special!

narinder would definitely tease them about them not knowing what a hug was at first

[deviousoccult]

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistake.

What about the lamb finding out that the reader(his gender neutral s/o) has been taken as a hostage by the bishops?

Have a nice day/night

[ oooo I love me some angst I was excited to write this one. Thank you for your request!]

When the Lamb returned from their crusade, it didn't take them long to notice your absence. 

You were always the first one to greet them when they returned

So they immediately felt unsettled when they didn’t see you right away. 

For a moment they tried to rationalize it. Thinking that maybe you were just in the out house or were off doing some sort of work and didn't notice that they had come back yet. 

But after an hour or so passed, and they did a full search of the settlement, they knew you were gone. 

They knew that you wouldn't have left. You seemed very happy with them and with being in the cult. So how would you running away make any sort of sense? 

They were pacing in the center of the settlement by the statue, scaring themselves half to death with the thought of what could have happened to you. 

It wasn’t until one of their other followers approached them with a note did they know. 

“My leader, Im sorry I- I was told to give this to you when you returned.” The follower mumbled, holding the note out for the lamb to take. Their anxiety-ridden demeanor surely couldn't be a good sign. 

As the lamb read through the note, they first felt their heart sink into their stomach. But, that fear and devastation began shifting into an intense anger as they read on. Once finished, the note seemed to burst into flames. Reduced to ash. 

You were being held by Heket. She demanded that they lay down the red crown, as well as their life. In exchange, you would live. 

But of course, she wouldn't be getting what she wanted.

The crown on top of their head liquified, solidifying as a sword in their hand. 

Just as quickly as they arrived, they left. 

You were coming home.