#lambert x reader

[thegayestmferintown]

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.

[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)

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

witchers x maleficent!/fae!reader

summary: how witcher characters would react to someone having maleficent type horns/wings and magic

notes: got this out just in time for the new season phew

warnings: gn!reader, lambert the middle schooler, jaskier's composing

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @lu-in-the-library @sunndust (msg me to be added!)

based on this request | masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

He’s mostly just praying that fate isn’t throwing another curveball at him

Sureeee he’ll spend time with you!! (his fingers are crossed and he’s praying let them be normal let them be normal

Will end up totally accepting you, but he doesn’t love the attention that comes from being a witcher in the company of a fae

He secretly adores your wings

Jaskier

Immediately in song-writing mood

Will make up things about your life to fabricate contents for his ballads

Won’t treat you very different from his other ~weird~ friends

Loves loves loves the attention that comes with it (read: basks in it like the sun)

Yennefer

Yen is fascinated

The academic in her wants to tell her colleagues

And the girl who was all alone and abandoned in her absolutely adores you

You’d do good to make sure that she’s on your side, or she might sell you out

Definitely wants a piece of your magic either way

Ciri

Poor ciri

Eugh she just wants some friends

That don’t die…

She loves your horns and wings

Definitely adores you for also being *different* and having your own magic thing going on

Eskel

He adores your wings

If there is a wing care routing, please let this man do it

Otherwise, he might invent a conditioner-potion for your wings

Don’t scare him in the beginning though, or you may get stabbed

Lambert

Has the reaction of a seventh-grader

Might literally go woahhhhhh

Big hater, but not against you

Will protect you, but will also ask you if you can carry stuff with your horns constantly

Yeah becoming a christmas tree-esque creature may be a con

Coen

Coen honestly just enjoys a helping hand

Your magic will in fact be contributing to his work

Tbf he also makes sure you don’t get killed by angry farmers

The whole thing starts off as a symbiotic relationship but will turn into a friendship (if not more hehe)

Vesemir

Bro does not trust you

Thots and prayers girldude

Oh you have horns and wings? LIKE A MONSTER??

Unless one of his witchers (read:children) introduces you to him, he may attempt murder

[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.

[lexysmexy5]

Witcher Headcanons fluff

For all of you witcher fans here are some fluff headcanons for all reader genders.

For Geralt x reader:

He loves when you talk to him when he is out looking for monster contracts, he most of the time never talk back or seems bored by your talking but he does love your voice, it makes him feel less lonely and different.

He loves to play with your hair (for those who have no hair or don’t like hair he will rub your head softly)

He will sometimes grab your hand and rub circles on them with his gloved hands he does tend to wish he had no gloves on because he loves how your hands feel.

For Lambert x reader:

Lambert is very VERY protective and will do anything to keep you from harm and let’s say if he finds anyone eyeing you in a way he doesn't like, you have to stop him from bashing the person’s head in or a sword in their body.

He hates taking a bath unless you come with him.

He doesn't ever tell you but when you rub his shoulders after he comes home (or at Kaer Morhen) either in the tub or in your guy’s room he absolutely loves it you know how to get every knot out of his shoulders.

For Yennefer x reader:

She will buy you anything (or steal) that you find you like or whatever she thinks that would look good on you.

Yennefer loves when you sing (or read) to her she loves hearing your voice.

She wants to be next to you at all times if possible and she will hold your hand a lot.

For Jaskier (Dandelion) x reader:

He goes to a lot of performances and loves it when he sees you in the crowd listening to him sing.

He will always hide his nervousness in the relationship with humor and jokes (and you can’t forget his nervous hand gestures) but he always trusts that you will work things out together.

He loves when you sing with him (or listen) he talks and sings a lot being the enter of attention but he never forgets to give you the spotlight at times and let you shine and get the attention, not all the time though after all he is your damsel in destress.

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I wonder if you want a part 2 because I will do it. I will also do smut/spicy headcanons too. I am VERY new to posting on Tumblr I have been on here for a while but never really posted too much. Have a great day or night wherever or whenever you are reading this. 

[ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell]

The Witcher Masterlist

Geralt

The Devil’s Eye Soulmate AU, one shot

Summary: Everyone was born with one eye of normal color, and one Eye, the color of their soulmate’s eye. It was how those who were meant to be would find each other. At the first meeting of their gazes, the Eye would fade, leaving each soulmate with two eyes of their own same color. She was born with a Witcher’s Eye.

Jaskier

Larks Never Will series

Summary: Jaskier, as always, is along for the ride on one of Geralt’s contracts in a faraway kingdom. In the midst of it all, he finds that his wandering affections have settled on one woman - he is falling for a mysterious and elusive servant girl in the royal household.

It seems she is somehow connected to this dark magic that keeps the kingdom in fear. The closer Geralt gets to uncovering the mystery, the further Jaskier feels from the truth. What does this mean for his aching heart?

Read on Ao3

Read the OC Version on Quotev

Non Canon Compliant

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Magic, Background Character Death, Angst

Series Incomplete

Lavender and Rose Soulmate AU, one shot

Summary: The world turns to color at the first meeting of their gazes, and in the next instant, she has vanished. Jaskier finds his soulmate only for her to slip from his grasp in the same instant. That first burst of color will never leave his mind. She is soft lavender, and he will find her again.

The world turned to color, and she fled. He is passionate red, and she must leave him.

Soulmate AU: Jaskier sees his soulmate and his world ceases to be black and white. And then, she is gone; disappeared into the crowd. Will they meet again?

Lambert

The Silver Script Soulmate AU

Summary: Every day, Lambert cursed those damn words inked in the silver script of unbreakable magic on his arm. He just knew his soulmate would be so afraid of the big, bad mutant monster that she was liable to run screaming. No one could love a Witcher. He knew what his fate would be.

Every day, she lived in fear of the silvery writing along her wrist. She just knew that her soulmate was going to kill her, though she didn’t know why. Such things were extremely rare, but not unheard of. And by the words on her skin, she knew what her fate would be.

The Fates align, soulmates meet. Words are spoken, and the silver script turns to gold.

But what else?

Choose Your Own: Geralt OR Jaskier, Alternate Endings

The Edge of Night series

Summary: She doesn’t know why she’s running, or who’s pursuing her. She doesn’t even know her own name. All she know is that she must run, or suffer a fate worse than death.

Jaskier and Geralt don’t know what to make of her, but they agree to help protect her. As fragments of memory return, the danger only grows. With the past comes the hunters.

Non Canon Compliant

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Amnesia/Memory Loss

*This series will have two alternate endings, one Jaskier version and one Geralt version

Read on Ao3 (x Reader)

Read on Quotev (x OC)

Series Incomplete

[cas-kingdom]

I think I’ll also add Geralt and “Poke me again and see what happens.”

Find the OC version of this fic here.

“Poke me again and see what happens,” Geralt spoke monotonously as he glanced over his shoulder. It was only after you felt his eyes on you that you realised he was talking to you. Which was shocking only because you hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. Before you could ask, he returned to his meal.

Your confused stare lingered on him a little longer, your tired mind attempting to catch up to his words, but you gave up after a moment or so. You’d been trying to sleep, curled up behind Geralt with a blanket and a pillow in the hall of Kaer Morhen. Though the witchers had all returned for the winter and were busy drinking and exchanging stories, you welcomed the clamour more than you found it difficult to rest with. It was a reminder, after all, that your family had remained in one piece for another year.

“Stop it, Y/N.”

Now that you were sure Geralt was addressing you, you turned on your side and propped yourself up with an elbow. “I’m not doing anything,” you insisted truthfully. “I’m just trying to sleep.”

Geralt glanced over his shoulder again and hummed, most likely in disagreement. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him once more. You were growing more restless by the minute, increasing each time Geralt told you to stop doing something you weren’t doing.

Staring ahead, your eyes caught Lambert’s, the redhead grinning from ear to ear in a very conspicuous way. He was supposedly having a conversation with Eskel and Coen, but Eskel and Coen seemed to be the only ones actually conversing. Knowing he was far too chipper to not be up to something, you narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he picked up a small stone from the ground, tossed it once in the air, took aim, and sent it sailing towards Geralt. It hit his shoulder and he tensed.

This time, you shot up in your makeshift bed, sending a look of utter hatred, eyes wide, brows furrowed, mouth open, to Lambert, who merely crossed his arms behind his head and settled back against his chair.

“You dick!” you hissed, just as Geralt turned to face you. You shook your head at him. “It was Lambert, Geralt.”

“Poke him again, Y/N! I wanna see what happens!” Lambert called. If looks could kill, the witcher need not worry about dying by a monster’s hand. You got to your feet, snatching up your pillow as you went, and stormed towards Lambert.

Lambert chuckled, clapping Eskel on the back. “Watch this,” he said. He remained still as you made quick work of rushing over to him, pillow raised high above your head. As soon as you neared him enough to attempt a solid hit, Lambert jolted upright, grabbed you, and pulled you onto his lap, tickling your sides so suddenly your arms jerked...

And hit Eskel instead.

Witcher Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[hidden-misthios]

Something in the Orange (part 2)

Pairing: Lambert x female!sorceress!reader

Word count: 3 601

Summary: When Geralt of Rivia disappears, Jaskier has no choice but to ask his best friend for help. Although struggling with her own issues, Y/N agrees and they join Vesemir and the others in Kaer Morhen. The search might be difficult but not as difficult as the certain redheaded witcher who keeps challenging her.

A/n: I’m sorry for a long wait! 

Part 1 is here.

Y/N sighs. Of course it had to be him.

“Where is he?” she asks Vesemir, not really trying to hide her reluctance.

“Probably in his room. I’ll take you there.” he offered. Y/N nods and follows Vesemir out of the library. They walked through the castle in silence while Y/N was trying to think of what to say to Lambert once she was there.

When they finally arrived, Vesemir knocked on old doors.

“What?” they heard him grumbling from the other side and then the doors opened. He slightly raised his eyebrows when he noticed Y/N.

“We need your help.” Vesemir said.

“’Course you do.” he said, suddenly sounding tired.

“Y/N is an oneiromancer.” Vesemir started but Lambert immediately realized where this conversation is going.

“No. I’m not letting her bewitch me!” he shook his head.

“I’m not going to ‘bewitch’ you.” Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She crosses arms on chests while stepping closer to him. Lambert instantly steps backwards.

“We are just going to have a quick nice chat about your last encounter with Geralt.”

“And that’s supposed to help us get him back? How?” he frowns, crossing his arms as well.

“So many questions.” Y/N sighs and passes by him, entering his room without his approval. Lambert was about to protest but Y/N was getting inpatient.

“I’m going to need a chair, right here” she points next to Lambert’s bed. “You’re going to lay down and drink this.” Y/N opens her leather bag and pulls out a small bottle of sleep potion.

“You can’t be serious. I’m not drinking that.” Lambert complains.

“Since you two have things figured out, I’m sure you don’t need me. I’ll see you both in the morning.” Vesemir quickly adds and before anyone could say anything, he leaves down the hall. Y/N looks at Lambert again, and throws a small bottle at him. He caches it but doesn’t even look at the bottle.

“I said I’m not drinking that. Are you deaf?”

“Listen, witcher.” Y/N is annoyed at this point but she keeps her voice steady and calm. “I’m trying to help you find YOUR friend. Are you really going to make this harder than it already is?” she crosses arms.

“It’s harder because you got involved, not because of me!” he raises his voice slightly. Y/N steps closer, getting into his personal space.

“If this doesn’t work, I’m out. Okay? You’re on your own.” Y/N tried to sound patient, but Lambert could still sense the annoyance in her voice. All of a sudden, he grins.

“Deal. If it doesn’t work right away, you and that ridiculous trumpeter are out. By the first rays of the sunlight.”

Y/N’s jaw slightly clenches. “Deal.” she agrees, not wanting to break the eye contact first. Lambert looks at her for couple of seconds longer and then suddenly turns around, grabs the chair next to him and effortlessly moves it next to his bed.

He opens the bottle that Y/N gave him and looks at its content. Dark green liquid didn’t exactly smell like honey and flowers but Y/N knew how powerful the potion was.

“Go on. Drink all of it.” Y/N says as she sat down. Lambert sits on the edge of his bed. He hesitates for a few moments before finally drinking the potion.

“Lovely.” he manages to speak before coughing a couple of times. Y/N grabs an empty bottle from his hand and leans back into her chair.

“Okay, now, lay down. I’ll explain how this works.”

Lambert doesn’t say anything but lays down and crosses arms on his chests.

“Relax. Firstly, we need to discuss the details of your bond with Geralt.”

“We are friends, brothers. There’s nothing to discuss there.” Lambert says shrugging his shoulders but Y/N could swear she heard a bit of discomfort in his voice. He wasn’t comfortable with sharing his feelings with her.

“Lambert, my ability works only if my clients are honest with me. Do not lie. Don’t keep the details from me. I need to know how strong is your bond. Try to flesh out feelings, emotions…Truth is essential in this.”

Y/N looks at him. At least he looks like he’s listening to her.

“So, what are you going to do once you see that dream of yours?”

“I won’t see anything. You will.”

“I don’t understand-”

“You will. Now, please, I need the strongest, most complete memory you have of Geralt.”

Lambert hesitates. This wasn’t what he expected when he agreed to do this. After a couple of seconds, he decides to share the memory of their first shared hunt - the one where they killed Chort, who came out of the dark forest while they were still tracking him. The Chort was a beast; large male who was protecting his territory and clearly didn’t want them near, but Geralt and Lambert already got paid by the nearby villagers to get rid of the creature.

“Did he save your life?” Y/N asks. Lambert nods, looking at the dark ceiling. He could still remember the moment he thought he was dying. His stomach twisted just like it did that day.

“What else should I know?”

 It took a while for Y/N to gather information mostly because Lambert didn’t know how to express his feelings but Y/N didn’t rush him.

He’s a witcher after all, she’d remind herself.

By what she heard, they had a complicated relationship and often disagreed but they did respect each other and had a strong bond.

“Alright now, relax, close your eyes. And try to fall asleep. Empty your mind.” she said, and with one quick flick of hand she increased the flames in the small fireplace. The room got warmer almost immediately.

Lambert’s face relaxed after a couple of minutes. Y/N stayed quiet. This was the most vital part. He was supposed to feel like he fell asleep but keeping him in the state between deep sleep and consciousness was Y/N’s job. Sometimes it took a while, so remaining attentive was essential.

She focused, took a slow, steady breath and looked at Lambert. His brows furrowed and his jaw slightly clenched. Then suddenly she felt a soft ‘click’ inside her mind.

Y/N did it! The dream was there. Now, she had to wait. And hope the main dream doesn’t mix with the rest. Sometimes, she couldn’t do anything about it. The sleeper’s mind just went too far off. But, for some reason, she knew that won’t happen now.

After what seemed like forever, Lambert slowly opened his eyes. Although he just woken up, he looked tired. Y/N gave him a minute to sit up and gather his thoughts.

“So?”

“It worked.”

Lambert didn’t waste time explaining. He got up, grabbed his swords and rest of the equipment, and left the room. Y/N followed.

“What did you see?”

“Vesemir will know what to do. Come on.” he hurried her, taking sharp left turn on the main corridor.

“It’s the middle of night!” Y/N reminded him.

“I’m certain he won’t mind.” Lambert said and stopped himself in front of the last door in dim corridor. He grabbed the knob and, without knocking first, pushed the doors and let himself in.

Vesemir, who was sitting next to the window, on an old wooden chair, immediately stood up.

“I know where he is.” Lambert said.

Vesemir’s lips slightly parted. He didn’t even attempt to hide his surprise.

“Kaer Seren.” Lambert said calmly but Y/N immediately heard there was something else behind those words. Vesemir started pacing around the room, mummering occasional swear words for himself.

“You know that place?” Y/N asked, realizing that the answer was obvious but she wanted to be included.

Lambert looks at Vesemir for the explanation. The older witcher doesn’t say anything but approaches the small wooden box that laid on his nightstand and opens it. He reaches inside and Y/N immediately realises he’s holding the letters they got from Geralt’s abductors.

“You see, Y/N, the person who did this, chose that place for a reason.” he says, handling the letter to Y/N. She approaches and slowly takes them from his unsteady hands.

“Kear Seren, or Caer y Seren, if you prefer Elder, used to belong to witcher school of the Griffin. Through decades, the Griffins gathered a massive collection of books about magic in their library. Council of Mages did not like this - mostly because the Griffins refused to share their knowledge. So, naturally, when they got their chance, mages destroyed the castle and its residents. The school never recovered. They are, of course, a few of its members left, but they don’t have a home to return to once the winter hits.”

“That’s…awfully depressing, actually.” Y/N admits, glancing at the letters in her hands.

“But that…That is supposed to be a lesson for us.” Vesemir says with a hint of warning in his voice.” For Geralt.”

Y/N’s throat tightens. “Are you suggesting that the Mages did this to-”

“I am not suggesting anything just yet.” he interrupts her.

Vesemir knew how this whole situation looked like.

Lambert turns to Y/N. “If this was your kind-”

“My kind is not me. I’m helping you and your friend. Do not forget that, witcher!” Y/N warns him, slightly raising her voice. Lambert’s jaw tightens and he slowly starts to walk towards Y/N. “That won’t make much difference to me if it turns out they hold him captive.”

Y/N felt the rage ignite inside her. She starts marching in Lambert’s direction, lifting her arm up to summon the spell. “You arrogant fuck, how dare- “

“Alright, that’s enough!” Vesemir stands between them, raising hands to stop them both from coming any closer. “Let’s talk about this in the morning. Everyone is tired and there’s nothing we can do in the middle of the night.” he says calmly. Neither Lambert or Y/N say anything. They both still stare at each other over Vesemir’s shoulder.

“Come, Y/N. I’ll show you your room.” Vesemir adds. Y/N hesitates for a moment, but decides to join him in peace and quiet. They leave the room without another word, leaving Lambert behind. Y/N notices just now that she was tightly griping the letters in her hand.

They walk for a while down the dark corridor, Y/N’s realizing her heart was still beating quickly from the rage she felt back there.

When they finally reached the guest room, exhaustion and weariness suddenly overcome her. It seemed like her conversation with Jaskier from this morning was weeks ago.

“I’m sorry for what Lambert said back there. We are all quite tense since we received those letters.” Vesemir says, discomfort written all over his face.

“No offense, Vesemir, but I really don’t want to talk about him right now. I really need some rest.” Y/N says honestly. Vesemir nods.

“Of course. Get some sleep. We will talk in the morning.”

Find me.

*****

Y/N sits up in her bed, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. For a few seconds, she’s not sure where she is. At first, she thought it was the castle from her dreams.

Y/N wipes away the sweat from her forehead and takes a long breath to steady herself.

That dream kept repeating itself all over again for a while now but this time it felt more tense, like she was running out of time. But why?

As soon as she looked around the dark cold room, she realized this is still Kaer Morhen.

Y/N takes another glance around the room and then slowly gets up to dress herself. It was barely morning – the sun was shyly peaking behind the snowy mountains. She wraps her winter cloak around her tired body – is seemed that this castle was cold no matter the season.

Suddenly she hears a light knock on the doors.

Her dream is going to have to wait again.

Y/N opens the door. It was Jaskier.

“You’re awake, good. If you’re already packed, we can go right away. Vesemir and the others are almost ready to go.” he says, entering the room and walking around. Y/N raises eyebrows.

“Go where?”

“To Kaer Seren, of course!” he says tensely rubbing palms together. “To find Geralt.”

“Jaskier.” Y/N starts, but stops because she wasn’t sure what to say to her friend. He raises eyebrows waiting for her response.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.” she says, remembering her fight with Lambert from the last night.

“What? To save him?” Jaskier asks, crossing arms on his chests.

“I’m not saying that!” Y/N answers immediately. “But it might be better if they all go without me.” she speaks softly, feeling the anxiety in her voice. Her friend frowns but doesn’t say anything right away.

“They? You know I’m going as well, right? I know he isn’t your friend. Not even someone you know well. But I do. He’s one of my closest friends, Y/N. I can’t just sit here and wait for someone else to save him. I just can’t. So please” he approaches her slowly. “Do this for me. I’ll own you. I’ll even pay you.” he adds.

Y/N shakes her head. She felt horrible now.

“Jaskier, this has nothing to do you with the money. Or favours.”

“Then what else do you want me to offer you?” Jaskier asks, his voice almost cracking from his pleads.

Y/N takes a long breath and looks away.

“What did Vesemir tell you exactly?” she asks after a few seconds.

“That Geralt is held at Kaer Seren and that we need to go.” Jaskier answers, slowly losing his patience with Y/N.

“Jaskier. His captors might be someone who relies on Chaos.” she finally says.” Someone just like me.”

Jaskier opens his mouth to speak but stops himself. Y/N could almost see his thought process all over his face.

“Y/N, Vesemir wouldn’t-”

“But Lambert would.”

“You’re helping us. You’re on our side!” Jaskier exclaims.

Suddenly, the door of her room opens fully and they both turn around. Redheaded witcher crosses his arms and leans shoulder against the doorframe.

“But when the time comes, would you kill your own brothers and sisters for one pitiful witcher?”

Neither Jaskier nor Y/N say anything.

“That’s what I thought. And that’s why she’s not coming with us.” Lambert says, his eyes pierced on Y/N. She stares back, trying to hide her discomfort.

“Eavesdropper. And in matter of fact, I am.” she responds. Jaskier looks at her, not trying to hide his surprise.

“You are?” he asks quietly.

“Yes, I am.” she says, still looking at Lambert. He scowls, slightly shaking his head. Y/N doesn’t say anything. She didn’t know why she agreed to this.

She was aware this was dangerous for her. Lambert was right. Would she be able to kill a sorceress or a mage that was standing on their way?

But now it was too late. She agreed to come. She let him provoke her again. And this time, it was more serious.

“Alright. But let’s clear up some things, witch.” Lambert slowly walks towards her, until he’s just a couple of centimetres away from her face.

“If I, just a for second, doubt your intentions” he glances over her entire face. Y/N doesn’t move.

He’s standing too close.

“You’re done.” he says quietly. Y/N clenches her jaw but doesn’t lower her eyes.

“Get out of my sight, witcher.” she barely uttered the words. She wasn’t even sure if she spoke them louder than a whisper.

“Gladly.” he instantly responds and pulls back, leaving the room without another glance at her. And just like that, he was gone.

Y/N finally takes a breath. She wasn’t even aware she was holding it in until he was gone.

“Woah.” Jaskier says quietly, glancing towards the door as if he was expecting Lambert to come back.

“What?” Y/N asks.

“He really-”

“Hates me for no reason?” Y/N interrupts him. Jaskier slightly tilts his head, still looking towards the door as if he’s waiting for Lambert to come back.

“No, I don’t think that’s hate.”

Y/N raises eyebrows at her friend. “Is this witcher’s way of showing fondness? If so, I’m not so sure I want to save your friend anymore.” Y/N says.

Jaskier grins. “Geralt is not that bad.” he says but his grin slowly fades away.

“Y/N, are you really going to help us find him?”

Y/N slowly nods. “I will.”

“What changed your mind?” he asks cautiously. Y/N shrugs her shoulder.

“I…I’m not really sure. But I’ll do my best to help you and your friend.” she admits. Jaskier looks at her for couple of seconds and then cleans his throat.

“Alright then, that’s good enough for me. We should be on our way then!” he says, sounding more enthusiastically this time. Y/N agrees, and turns around to look for her bag. There was no reason to wait, they should be on their way as soon as possible.

“Vesemir and the others are already in the main hall. We should join them.” Jaskier says, heading towards the doors.

Y/N grabs the bag from the wooden chair and heads towards her friend. Just as she was about leave the room, she notices those letters that Vesemir gave her sitting on table next to the door.

Y/N grabs them, not really sure why would she need them.

When they finally joined Vesemir and the other witchers in the main hall, the sun had just fully risen and the day was about to begin.

“Y/N we need your assistance again.” Vesemir says after they all formed a circle in the middle of hall. Y/N counted – there was 6 of them. Vesemir, Lambert and Coen were standing with bags over their shoulders while Ciri, the only female witcher Y/N ever met, was holding only her silver sword, nervously switching weight from one leg to another. Jaskier gave Ciri a warm, comforting look but the girl looked at Y/N. Y/N tried to smile but it felt forced. There was nothing comforting or cheerful in conversation they were about to have.

“How can I help?” Y/N asks, turning to Vesemir.

“We need a portal. To Kaer Seren.”

Lambert and Coen groaned. Ciri gave them a warning look.

“Babies.” she mutters, crossing her arms.

Y/N nervously swallows. She wasn’t particularly good at making portals. Being oneiromancer didn’t require creating them anyway. Especially not so far away from her current position.

Or for so many people at once.

“I’m…I’m not sure if that’s good idea.” she honestly tells Vesemir.

“Why not?” Jaskier asks.

“Firstly, I’m oneiromancer – we don’t use portals as our primary form of transportation. Secondly, traveling that far with so much people cannot be done without huge risk.”

“What are the risks?” Jaskier asks carefully.

“Are you joking, bard?” Lambert interjected. “I’m not risking shit.”

“Cowards!” Ciri is slowly losing her patience. She turns to Vesemir. “Let me do it, please!”

“Child, we talked about this.” he speaks softly with the girl, disregarding her infuriation. “We need intractable portals. Yours could be traced from other side of Continent.”

“I don’t think that’s possible for anyone else either. Portals of those proportions are just too noticeable.” Y/N answers.

“I say we ride. That’s the safest option.” Lambert suggests.

“Ride to Kaer Seren is almost week long! They will kill him before we even pass Caingorn!” Ciri groans.

“They won’t kill him.” Vesemir says calmly. Ciri tilts her head and raises her eyebrows.

“How can you be so sure about that?”

Everyone is looking at Vesemir now.

“Because he’s being held as a warning. Those letters…they wouldn’t send it unless they want something from us. Something in exchange for Geralt.”

“Or someone.” Y/N adds. Lambert looks at her.

“What do you mean?” Vesemir asks before Lambert had a chance to speak.

Y/N takes a long breath, stopping herself before saying something that could trigger a new argument.

She carefully formed her next words looking at Ciri.

“If they want someone - “

“She thinks we are holding someone in our cells that they might want back.” Lambert says, crossing arms on his chests. He didn’t sound intimidating this time.

This time, he sounded like he was…mocking her. Y/N’s lips parted but she didn’t know what to say.

Ciri and Coen raise eyebrows at Y/N.

“That’s not what I meant!” Y/N says, realizing how terrible that sounded.

“No? Enlighten us then.” he shrugs. Everyone is looking at her. Even Jaskier, who has never been this quiet since Y/N met him.

“I was thinking… they might want someone else, but couldn’t get to them. Someone like Ciri.” Y/N tells him, but looks over to Ciri. Whitehaired woman looked enraged.

“I don’t care! Just because you think they might want me, won’t stop me from saving Geralt. End of discussion.”

“Cirilla.” Vesemir warns her and the girl’s expression soften a bit. “Y/N might be right.”

“Are you seriously agreeing with her!?” Ciri exclaims, stepping forward.

“I do.” Vesemir responds calmly, but lifts his palm when Ciri was about to protest again. “But I still think you should come with us.” he adds. Ciri stays quiet for a second and then nods. She glances at Y/N with some sharpness in her expression but doesn’t say anything.

“So here is what I suggest we do.” Vesemir says when he realizes Ciri calmed down. “Y/N. You’re going to make a portal. But here’s the catch – you’re not taking us to Kaer Seren.” he adds.

“No?” Y/N asks, slightly nervous when portals are brought up again. One look at Lambert and Coen and Y/N figures they might be as well.

“You are going to take us halfway. To Hengfors.”

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

The Warmth of Your Arms and Heart-Lambert

Little bit of swearing, but other then that, it's mostly fluff, and maybe some suggestive stuff that occurred in passing and flirtatious innuendo.

It was the middle of the day when you were stoking the fire. A snow storm was raging outside your cottage right now, and you had been huddled under some blankets while keeping the fire going. As the village's local herbalist, you lived outside of town on your own, but you didn't mind it as it was rather peaceful being out in nature, and you had the company of your goats and chickens if things got too lonely.

And people from the village or from out of town would come visit you on occasion for various salves, herbal potions, and remedies.

There had been less visitors as the weather started to turn cold, so you spent most of that time preparing for the upcoming winter from chopping firewood, gathering straw, and making sure the pens and coops would be warm enough for the animals' comfort once the snow started to fall.

And fall the snow has. This year, it seemed, has witnessed some of the most intense snow storms yet, and winter wasn't even half over yet. Luckily you've planned ahead, and had plenty of firewood to keep you going throughout the winter and then some. You even had some leftover that if anyone in the village was need of firewood, you would be more then willing to donate a few logs to keep their hearths going.

Today, with the rate the snow was falling, it was practically a blizzard outside. You did not anticipate anyone to pay any business or social calls, so you spent the day wrapped up in thick furs and keeping near the fire place, relishing in the warmth of the fire, stoking it every so often and placing more logs into the fire when needed. You sipped from a nice hot cup of tea and read an old book you recently purchased when you heard the door to your cottage barge wide open.

Your eyes widen a bit, ready to pull the poker out of the hearth in order to defend yourself when you heard the gruff, yet familiar voice, "Calm down, love, it's only me."

You sigh in relief and stand up, keeping a fur blanket wrapped around you as you go to greet your guest. Knowing exactly who it was, it seemed he also heard your heart rate rise in a panicked state from the assumption that this was possibly a home invasion. Lambert, who was covered head to toe in snow, closed the door and stomped the dusty snow into the welcome mat before he stepped further into the cottage. "Dammit, Lambert," you sigh, slightly annoyed "I wasn't expecting you to show up until the spring thaw. What are you even doing walking out in this storm?"  

"I was on my way to Kaer Morhen," the witcher admits, "I uh, may have gotten a late start and I got caught up in this fucking storm." "But...this place is not even on the way to Kaer Morhen," you point out as Lambert took off his boots and set his gear down. "Needed to stock up on herbs first," he tells you, "yours is the only place I know has the supplies I need." "There aren't any other herbalists on your usual route that you needed to take such an extensive detour?" you raise an eyebrow. "Your inventory is better stocked," Lambert huffs.

He walks over to the hearth and places his hands over the fire to warm them up, "my usual if you please, (y/n), then I'll get out of your hair once this storm passes." "Well that's probably going to take some time for that to happen," you shake your head slightly, "come on, Lambert, be honest. What really brought you all the way out here?"

Lambert sighed a bit and turned his gaze over to you, "...just wanted to make sure you were well prepared for the winter," he mutters, "didn't want you turning into a fucking icicle with the intense weather we've had on the Continent this year."

"You are aware this is something I've been doing for years now?" you point out, small smile on your face as you start to figure out the witcher's true intentions, "long before the Path ever brought you to this part of the world. I'm fine, Lambert, you don't have to worry about me." "...I'll always worry about you, love," Lambert mutters silently to yourself while you decide to get some dried meat and barely in order to prepare a stew for the both of yours supper.

While you starting cooking, you started reminisce over the first time Lambert ever set foot in your cottage. You recalled the witcher had taken a contract that required a specific herb for a special oil he needed to brew in order to lure the monster that was terrorizing the village. Everywhere he looked, this special herb was no where to be found and no one in the village kept in stock. You, luckily, had some in your inventory; this particular herb had to be harvested at the precise time in order for it to be effective and it could only be stored for short amount of time before it started to wilt, even with the best preservative techniques. You remembered Lambert putting up a stink about the pricing, which you counter argue about the trouble you have to go through to make this herb life and how rare it was. But after some intense negotiations and some really intense haggling, Lambert had finally agreed to the set upon price, and by the time he slayed the monster, a snow storm had started to pass through the area.

It was at that time, you invited Lambert to stay in your home until the storm passed, seeing that people from the village wouldn't even provide shelter for the poor man even though he just did them a favor by ridding the village of the monster. 

You recalled how the storm had lasted longer then you anticipated and that the fire wood was running low, which lead to you and Lambert really getting to know each other by staying warm under the furs and keeping close to exchange body heat. Since that time, Lambert had made frequent trips back to your place to restock on herbs and getting to know you better...which had slowly began to turn into something more, especially when he stopped by the next winter and reenacted you and him sharing the furs...only that time the two of you weren't any clothes.

 *nudge, nudge* *wink wink*

In the present, while Lambert was warming himself by the fireside, now turning around to warm up his backside, he could the stew start to cook, and he could see the look on your face and the warm smile you had while you stirred the pot some more before letting the stew simmer.

"What's got you so happy, love?" he asks, frowning a bit. "Oh nothing really," you say, shaking your head a bit, "just thinking about the first time we met. How the circumstances were similar to what they are now, what their being a snow storm and you clearly needing a place to warm yourself since no one else in the nearby village would offer." "Fucking ingrates the lot of them," Lambert scoffs, "after what I did for them. Oh well, tis the life of a witcher...not that I ever had a say in the matter." It's worth noting Lambert's never really told you much about his past, either before or during his time spent in the School of the Wolf. He's made it clear on many occasions that it's not something he likes to talk about. You wouldn't press, not until he was ready. A man's past was his own business after all. 

"Well, I suppose in a twisted way, if it weren't for those fucking ingrates, I wouldn't have gotten to know you better," you point out, "really it's a pity," you take a few steps forward and place a hand on Lambert's cheek, "they have no idea what they're even missing, getting to know someone as amazing as you." Lambert rolls his eyes at that compliment, clearly not used to receiving them that often. "Sometimes I think you're too kind for your own good, little dove." "It's got me this far," you say, "come on, stew's probably ready by now."

"I'm staying at this spot," Lambert insists, "I leave for even a second, my bollocks will start to freeze off." "Well, we certainly can't have that," you tease, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "maybe I'll just have to warm them up afterwards." 

That seemed to give the witcher some motivation to leave the fireplace and join you at the dinner table for some sustenance.

And indeed, afterwards, you invite Lambert into your bed for a...rather intense warm up beneath the blankets, all the wind howled outside and the snow continued to fall.

"I've always loved winter," you say afterwards as rest your head on Lambert's chest, listening to his unnaturally slow heartbeat despite his workout session with you, "it's my favorite season." "Why?" Lambert frowns, giving you a confused look. "I just do," you shrug, "I love the snow, seeing my breath turn foggy, and just warming up by the fireside after being outside. It just feels...magical."

Lambert couldn't help but roll his eyes at that, "What, you think me silly for that?" you look up to him. "No...not at all," Lambert admits, "I've never like winter...I never liked being cold. I could never adjust to it, even after all those years spending my winters in Kaer Morhen. That place turns into one fucking ice box in the winter, don't understand what's the point of being there during that time." "I'm guessing you're in no hurry to return to the witcher's keep then," you say. "Hmmm," Lambert pretends like he has to think about it, "let's see, weather out this blizzard in a ruined, drafty castle with sweaty wolves whose snores can be heard throughout the mountain pass...or a nice warm cottage in the lowlands with the company of a kind, warm, pretty herbalist." 

"I enjoy your company too, Lambert," you giggle, "you know you could...always spend the rest of winter here. I have more then enough fire wood to last until the spring thaw, and plenty of food too. And of course, I'll be sure to restock your herbs before you leave, free of charge." "I always appreciate that love," Lambert places a kiss on your head, "but despite the hardships of the keep, it's always nice to see my brothers again. It's always nice to exchange stories and get drunk on ale and just being together." "How sweet." "If you come across them, don't ever tell em I said any of those things," Lambert gives you a stern look, "don't want them thinking I'm a softy." "You're secret is safe with me," you assure.

You rest your head against the witcher once more, letting sleep take you for the evening, "Still," you hear Lambert as he strokes his hand down your back, "since you're offering, I wouldn't object to winter here for a change...especially if I get to end my days like this."

"I'd like that too, Lambert," you say sleepily with a smile on your face as you drift off which Lambert remains awake for a little while longer, admiring your peaceful state, and the peace he felt from just being here with you.

It's the most peaceful he's felt in years, he couldn't even remember if there was a time when he felt this way before. He wasn't sure how long this would even last.

But for now, he would enjoy it, enjoy this moment, relishing in the warmth of your arms, your body...and your heart.

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[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.

[thewitcheress2389]

Witcher Masterlist

Featuring the Netflix Witcher series Geralt and Jaskier along with the Witcher 3′s Geralt, Dandelion, Lambert, and Eskel!💖

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[thegayestmferintown]

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

[mentos-or-mentoes]

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

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Witchers + someone making their s/o uncomfortable

summary: what if the witchers saw someone making their s/o uncomfortable at a bar?

warnings: unwanted flirting/attention, the witchers doing their thing (slight physical violence), written with afab!reader in mind, technically gender-neutral though :)

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @lu-in-the-library @sunndust @ghostcatwhiskers (hmu to be added/removed to any taglist)

masterlist | based on this request

Geralt

Bros the standing guy emoji

Except that he’s so so menacing. He’ll just kind of cast a shadow over the person that’s making you uncomfortable

And you best expect that person to scurry back into their hole

“We’re leaving.”

Scolds the barkeep like a little kid

Definitely tries to reassure you by wildly making death threats about anyone who’s ever been slightly negative towards you

Eskel

Eskel makes it very clear that you’re with him, and being a Witcher, that’s usually enough

He puts an arm around your waist/shoulder, and challenges whoever is making you uncomfortable to continue talking

Usually, they leave pretty quickly

If they do not get the memo, best believe that Eskel will make them understand

Happy to use threats in order to protect you

Lambert

Lambert may not be as quick to notice as Geralt or Eskel, as he’s probably busy getting into a brawl

But as soon as he does, he abandons his current fight to start a new one with whoever is making you uncomfortable

He’s a witcher, not a diplomat, no words necessary

You best believe drunk creeps leave you alone for the rest of the night

(unless they have a deathwish)

Coen

Coen is quiet and patient, and so is his approach

When he notices something is wrong, he takes the creep by the shoulder and walks them away from you

Exchanges some friendly, pointed words (read: threats) that have the creep’s knees shaking for sure

They leave pale as a ghost, and you’ll never get a word out of Coen. You don’t need to hear all that

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I have 1 and 3 with lambert?

As a note for this one: Reader is an shark-based follower but has a tail instead of legs.

1) "I thought all merfolk were half-fish" 3) "Stop thrashing! I'm trying to get your tail free!"

.........

"Alright, Neptune's Bounty is in effect..so I shouldn't have any trouble catching some decent fish this time."

Whistling a small tune, Lamb marched towards the pier that stretched out towards the vast sea. Pilgrim's Passage was rather quiet around this time of day, so they didn't have to worry about being disturbed by any of the pilgrims or the lighthouse keeper--not that they would bother the only god left in the Old Faith.

Upon reaching the pier's edge, they sat down and cast the line from their fishing pole. They could already see the various silhouettes of sealife under the water's surface.

Hopefully, they won't be catching any boots or seaweed this time around. They wanted to get a good haul, like a dozen giant tunas or lobsters.

Only the best for their cult.

But then again, their followers have been rather picky about their meals as of late, specifically requesting ones with fish, meat, and veggies...but primarily fish. They didn't expect the demand to be so high, so they were barely able to scrape together what little seafood they had stored at the time..

While simultaneously dealing with followers who were apparently allergic to said seafood.

It's too bad Lamb couldn't read their minds and learn that information beforehand, it would've spared them a lot of agony..

Regardless, they finally decided to conduct the Neptune's Bounty ritual, hoping their prayers were answered and the gods of the sea would bestow them with a sufficient supply of fish.

'Maybe I can teach them how to catch their own fish-'

Feeling a sudden tug on their line, Lamb snapped out of their thoughts and saw the shadow moving under the surface, realizing they snagged something big.

A lot bigger than any squid or octopus they've previously obtained.

With a grin of excitement, they hastily began reeling their catch in...but whatever was on the other end fought back. It's clear it was aggressive and hellbent on pulling them in the water.

Yet Lamb was hellbent on catching it, so they stood up and kept their feet planted on the ground.

That's okay; they could play this game of tug-of-war all night if they must.

The cult will survive for a few more hours.

After several long minutes, they finally gained the upper hand, reeling in their catch and yanking with all their might-

And out of the water flew a creature who resembled a person with a shark tail, but their entire body slammed into Lamb's before they could get a good look at them, knocking the little sheep off their feet.

They landed on their back with a pained grunt as the stranger quickly scrambled off of them, attempting to flee back into the water.

But to no avail as their tail became ensnared in the fishing pole line, the hook stabbed into it.

"What is this?!!! OW!!"

Hearing the yells, Lamb sat up in a slight daze, dusting off their fleece as they finally were able to see what they pulled out from the water:

You, a shark who looked similar to the few fish followers they had back in the cult...but you had no legs. Instead, there was indeed a shark's tail making up your lower half.

They could only stare in disbelief.

They've read about these sort of mythical creatures in books: merfolk, to be more precise. But...you didn't look anything like the pictures they've seen.

"I thought..all merfolk were half-fish.." They muttered to themselves, eyebrows furrowed.

However, they weren't aware that you could hear them, as you stopped struggling for a brief moment to glare at them, realizing they were the one who dragged you out of the water.

"Yeah, well you're wrong." You scoffed, having ripped the hook out of you.

Yet untangling yourself from the line was another challenge. You tried biting into it and thrashing about, but nothing was working.

Lamb scrambled to their feet, going over to help cut you free. However, the moment you saw a dagger manifest in their hand, you snarled and smacked their hand away, not wanting that blade anywhere near you.

"Stop thrashing! I'm trying to get your tail free!" They shouted, trying to get you to hold still. "You're...making this..difficult for the both of us!!"

"This wouldn't even be happening if you looked before casting your line, stupid sheep!!"

All of the sudden, they stopped and stared down at you for a few long moments, before they felt anger beginning to rise in them. They clutched the dagger tighter in their hands.

"What did you just call me?"

"A stupid sheep." You repeated. "Is that not what you are?"

"May I remind you that I am the promised liberator of the Old Faith." They snarled, eyes glowing red. "I am the god who cleansed this place of those heretic bishops! I saved all of your souls from their blasphemy...and you DARE THREATEN ME?!!" Their words came out as a demonic hiss, sharp teeth growing in their mouth. "Speak to me that way again, I will gut-"

"I'm sorry, you're the liberator?"

"......what?" They blinked away their menacing features, noticing the confused expression on your face. "Of course I am! You haven't heard of me?"

"The axolotls spoke highly of you, though all they said was that you brought crystals to their lighthouse."

"And..that's it? You weren't in the cult within Anchordeep or in allegiance to Kallamar?"

"..oh, so because I'm a shark, I automatically belong to that depressing and damp realm?" You sneered, giving them a pointed glare. "I passed through there once and could taste the pollution in my gills..I was sick for days. You think I'd join his cult then?"

Lamb was quiet for a few moments, their face blushing as red as their fleece when they realized their mistake.

Once again, they let all that power go to their head, wrongfully assuming that everything that lived and breathed in the Old Faith knew them and their deeds. Plus they jumped to the conclusion that you hailed from Anchordeep since most of their fish followers did.

Apparently you lived on the outskirts, not associated with any of the Old Faith's cults.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume, and I didn't mean for my hook to snag you." They apologized profusely, sighing. "Now will you please let me help you? Because it looks like your tail's only getting more tangled."

".....fine, but only because you apologized." Rolling your eyes, you patiently waited for Lamb to cut you loose, not struggling like you did before. And once they did, you smiled and dove back into the water, resurfacing moments later to gaze up at the sheep.

"Thanks, Lamb."

Nodding, their dagger morphed back into the Red Crown as it floated back onto their head. All the while, you watched in fascination. "Interesting, I've never seen a godly crown up-close before. I guess I gotta believe you truly are the liberator."

'Oh, so now you do?' They thought, deciding not to speak such a snarky reply unless they wanted you picking another fight.

Instead, they pouted as they realized their fishing pole was now useless..

Until they remembered their crown could assist them, so they turned it into one, eager to get back to work.

"Sorry about your old fishing pole."

"It's fine. As long as I get some seafood back to my cult, they should be satisfied for the next few days." They attached bait to their hook before casting the line, ensuring it didn't go anywhere near you.

"Can't that crown make fish appear in the streams surrounding your territory?" You tilted your head. "I read that they can do just about anything."

"Yeah, well..it can't do that. I conduct rituals so that they're more plentiful here, in this very spot. Just ask him. He says this is the best place to do it." Lamb pointed to the fisherman, who smiled and waved at you both.

You waved back. "I know him. We trade a lot. Why not just..get some fish from him instead?"

"...times are tough right now. I was mugged by Midas, got ripped off by some "fortune gods", and did a ritual of wealth distribution all in the same day. My followers have been stingy with their altar donations, too, but then they complain that I'm being "greedy" when I can't afford to buy them nicer decorations! So no, I can't just waste money buying fish all the time."

Honestly, they didn't know why they were ranting about their money problems to a random merperson like yourself. Yet you held a sharp-toothed grin on your face.

"So you've slayed the tyrannical bishops and freed hundreds from their ruling.....but you don't know how to manage money?"

"Th-That's what my tax enforcer's for!" They blurted out, growing flustered. "The only thing I do is sell what I don't need and hope it's enough!"

It didn't help when you started chuckling at their plights, shaking your head in amusement. "Oh, you're a funny one, Lamb.." You snickered. "Nobody's made me laugh like that in a long time, so thank you."

"You're welcome." They smiled a little bit, only to realize that the sun was setting and soon it'll be dark. "Um..sorry, but I really need to focus on catching some fish before nightfall."

"Of course, I'll leave you be. I'm sure we'll cross paths again. But...there's just one thing I'd like to know."

Lamb looked down at you as the reeled in a tiny minnow, tilting their head in curiosity.

Did you wanna know where the cult was?

Or perhaps..join it?

They could certainly make accommodations-

"How do your fish followers feel about eating their own kind?"

Oh.

"I taught them to embrace cannibalism." They stated dryly.

"....wow, you really do have an answer for everything."

[metalgearwitcher]

Lambert Smut Headcanons

can smell every hint of arousal on you, that's how he knew you were genuinely interested in him when you were flirting with him and not looking to sell him out to some unsavory characters as soon as he was in a vulnerable position ( a common occurrence for a witcher) when he starts seeing you more often you make a game of it to challenge him to find you by your scent when he finally does the clothes can't come off fast enough, " you smell so fucking good, I need to plough you now"; he says through hitched breaths afterword he can't tell your scent from his own

Lambert hates the cold, especially with how bone-chilling Kaer Morhen gets in the winter, you suggest cock warming easing his cock into you, a shaking utterance of "fuck" escapes him, feeling the warm squeeze of your body warming even the deepest chill in his bones "you're not getting me out of here easily" he pants between breaths, he started looking forward to winter storms after that

unashamedly loud in bed, encourages you to also be, seeing the shocked faces at the inn the next day is hardly a detraction ( for him it's an encouragement if people are going to see him as monstrous it might as well be for something he is proud of)

Lambert has a praise kink the size of the continent, he never admits this to you but once after a hard week when little praises escape your lips like "You fit so well in me" and "fuck im gonna feel you for days" , "Nobody makes me come like you" you'll never forget the sound the left him when he suddenly reached his climax

king of snark ( but we already knew that) expect a lot of "what a prick" "sure is impressive isn't it?" type innuendo in bed

despite his rough exterior, he knows he can't use all his strength with you unless you are a fellow witcher or a sorceress if he sometimes loses himself in the moment and you end up sore and achy from the encounter he is sure to get you water for a bath and heat it with Igni  and make you herb salves to soothe your pain, you laugh a bit as you see him scrambling to do everything to make comfortable, the other Witchers would never believe he makes such a good nurse

he`s not used to people sticking around or caring for him so he's not too big on aftercare at first but as you slowly get him used to post-coital cuddling and soft touches he can't get enough of it, its often the most relaxed you ever see him, the little hitches in his breath as you gently trace his scars when you both are more than exhausted from sex is everything