Ask from @the-apprentice-lia : heya! i love your asks for lambert and i just wanted to do one where lambert’s been really overprotective of reader but she’s just been taking it really gently like a champ because she knows what lambert’s been through and then she gets kidnapped!! after lambert gets her back there’s a fluffy lil scene where he’s got his head on his chest and he just tells her how scared he is to lose both of them and all the fluff and angst!! thank you if you decide to write this!! <33
A/N: I changed it up just a tiny bit! I hope you enjoyed this! And happy birthday to you babe!!! And as it wasn't specified which Lambert to use, I chose to do the one I've been using for dad!witchers, so this is based off of game!Lambert :)
Warnings: nothing outside of canon, the regular violence, Lambert being overprotective Lambert, pregnant!reader, slight violence against reader??? But she actually isn’t hurt in this just shook up
“For fuck’s sake, Y/N!” The witcher cried out from behind you.
In desperate need of a bowl that rested just out of your reach, you had stepped up on to a step stool to be able to get the bowl. Your ever protective husband had, of course, walked in only to see you on your tip toes reaching high above your head.
His hands found your sides, urging you to return to the safety of the floor at once.
“How was your nap, my love?” You asked him, turning to face the witcher.
“Oh, it was great until your heart started beating fast. What the hell do you think you’re doing climbing like that?” One of his large hands found your stomach.
“I need that bowl.” You pointed to the top shelf.
“Why? Don’t we have other bowls?”
“We do…. But I just wanted that one.” You smiled sheepishly.
Lambert sighed and shook his head.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He pressed a kiss to your head. “Go sit. I’ll get the bowl.”
“I’m going to make oats with the berries from the garden.”
“I’ll make it for you.”
A part of you wanted to object. You could make oats and berries for yourself. But this was Lambert’s way with dealing with his worries. He thought far too much about what could happen, about what might happen should he let you do anything. Any little thing could be a danger to you and your unborn child. The horrors of his past filled him with anxiety about his future.
“Alright, love.” You kissed his shoulder and moved to sit at the table. “I want honey in it as well.”
“Honey, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, honey, and a little bit of brown sugar.”
You smiled at him, nodding your head.
“You remembered how I liked it.”
“Of course I do. This is all you eat.”
You absentmindedly rubbed your stomach while you waited for him to make your food.
“I’m going to go outside and pick a few more berries, okay?
“Are there any left over from when we went out earlier this morning?” Lambert looked over his shoulder.
“They were my snack.” You stood up, moving to hug him from behind.
“I’ll go out with you-,”
“I love you, Lambert, but it’s okay.” You allowed him to turn around in your arms so he could face you. “A little fresh air won’t kill me.”
“But there might be a wild animal out there.”
“We’ve got a fence around the entire yard.”
He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head softly.
“I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.”
“Nothing will happen to me. I’m safe here.” You leaned up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be just a few minutes.”
“You have five minutes.”
“What if I don’t make it back in those five minutes?” You raised your brows as you took a few steps away from him.
“Then I’m going to come out there and haul you back inside.”
You laughed lightly, shaking your head.
***
The sun was warm as it hit your skin. You swear you’d never grow tired of the pleasant spring weather that this year had brought.
You made your way around the cottage, following the trail that led into the edge of the woods. Lambert didn’t want the garden to be too close to the house as the produce could draw in animals of all kinds.
You hummed to yourself as you rubbed your stomach, your eyes gliding around the edge of the woods.
“I’m tellin’ ya lads! This is the witcher’s home!” A hushed voice spoke.
You furrowed your brow as you neared the woods. Your garden wasn’t very far away from where you were. In fact, you could see the gate to it from where you stood. But instead of being shut and latched, it was wide open.
“Fuck that witcher. He’s a prick.” Another voice spoke.
“You know he’s got a wife too.”
“Fuck her too! The monster fucker and that mutant bastard don’t belong here!”
You could spot three men in your garden, picking the very vegetables and fruits that you had grown yourself!
Your hand came up to your stomach. Instead of confronting them like you wanted to, you knew it would be best to just go get Lambert. He could handle the trio of thieves.
You turned to head towards your home when something rummaged through the bushes next to you, startling you. You jumped and gasped audibly, catching the attention of the three men.
“Hey!”
“Who the fuck is that?”
“It’s her! The mutant fucker!”
You tried to run, to make a mad dash for your house, but those thieves were faster.
An arm wrapped tightly around you, forcing you backwards. A hand slapped over your mouth, forcing you to be silent.
“Now, now, woman. Can’t have you go off to your witcher.” The man spoke in your ear.
“What are we going to do with her?” One of the men asked.
“We could kill her!”
You cried out behind the man’s hand, shaking your head and trying your damnedest to get free.
“No, no. We won’t do that. But perhaps if she were to go missing, the witcher would pay good money for her safe return.” The one holding you chuckled.
“A ransom!”
“Yeah! That’s brilliant.”
You bit the hand that covered your mouth, making the man throw you to the ground.
“Stupid whore!” The man brought his leg back as if he was going to kick you. You tensed up, bringing your arm up to cover your stomach. Just as you were sure you were going to be kicked, a familiar rumble shook the ground and the man was thrown backwards.
Lambert had casted Aard from where he stood just a few feet behind you.
“Witcher!” Someone cried out.
You had no chance to speak to him as he moved quickly to fight the remaining two men, almost effortlessly taking them down.
You couldn’t bring yourself to stand up. You were trembling, shaking with fear and adrenaline. You and your baby had almost been hurt in your own backyard. You just wanted to pick fruit from your garden.
When the threat was eliminated, Lambert knelt down to you. Tears welled in your eyes as you gazed up at him.
“I-I didn’t- I didn’t think anything would happen.” You whispered, shaking your head as you looked past him to the body of the man who had tried to kick you.
Lambert was quick to stop you. With two knuckles beneath your chin, he turned your head back to him.
“Let’s get inside.” He wiped the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumb then kissed your hair, silently reassuring you that he was right there.
***
Your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself as Lambert locked the front door.
“Do you want to sit down at the table, bug?”
“No.” You shook your head. “Will you lay down with me?”
“Of course.” Lambert let you lead the way to the bedroom. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
“I don’t think so. Just shook up. You got there before anything could happen."
You clambered into bed. Lambert was right behind you, not giving you more than a second to get comfortable before he was trying to suffocate you in the most loving way possible.
"Can you still hear the baby?" You sniffled. You were always a bit jealous that he got to hear your precious little baby's heart beating from inside you. But now you were thankful that you couldn't. If you heard the baby's heart stop-
"Yeah." He nodded. "I.... I can't tell you what I'd do if I couldn't hear them anymore."
“I love you, bug, but that is why I don’t want you going anywhere without me.”
“Shut up.” You turned your head away from him. Now wasn’t the time for him to pull the ‘I told you so’ card.
“Y/N, I’m serious.” Lambert came to rest on his stomach next to you. His hand found your stomach, rubbing soothing circles over your belly. “I-I’ve seen far too much…. too much bad shit happen to people in places where it should have never happened. Nowhere is safe when you’re carrying our child, not unless I am with you.”
You looked at him, nodding your head softly.
He put his head on your chest, closing his eyes for a few moments. Your hand came up to brush through his dark hair.
“For a split second when I saw that ass standing over you…. I thought that I was too late.” His voice was quiet. “I-I thought that I wasn’t…. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to save you or that something had happened to the baby.”
“You made it in time.” You reminded him.
“But I didn’t know that then. And I’ve never felt fear like that in my entire life. I swear, in all my life…. I’ve never felt anything like that.”
“I’m sorry.” You leaned your head down to kiss his forehead.
He shook his head softly.
“I’m just…. I’m glad you’re both okay.” He tucked his nose into your neck. “I can’t lose either of you. I think I’d lose my fucking mind.”
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