Hello! I love your writing, especially the cult of the lamb stuff lately (I’m absolutely obsessed with the game) and was wondering if you could do something for Lamb with a follower! Reader that’s cynical but devoted to the cult because the lamb saved them, and how their relationship with the reader would evolve into something romantic?
Awh thank you!! This game is still an ever-present obsession ghshghs
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"Another gift? What's the meaning of this, Leader? Is there a reason for-?"
"Calm yourself, [y/n]. I only wanted to show my most devoted follower some appreciation."
"........."
"You can open it." Awkwardly shuffling their hooves, Lamb stood there as they watched you slowly unwrap the gift they had given you.
You wouldn't say it was "generous", considering how such an exchange is usually preceded by a favor ranging from assistance with a ritual to being forcibly converted into a demon.
It's not how most of your fellow followers would think, as they'd praise their leader for giving them presents and swear undying loyalty to them.
You're a little bit different.
After seeing that Lamb's gift was a golden plushie made in their likeness, you just frowned slightly. "It's...cute." Then you stuffed it into the pocket of your robe. "But don't think you can just woo me over with trinkets like these. If you're trying to turn me soft like the rest of your-"
"There is no ulterior motive behind my nice gesture, I can assure you. And this cult isn't making anyone "soft"." They scowled back, nearly baring their sharp teeth, but managing to hold back.
"...sure. Now may I be dismissed?"
"Yes. You may go back to whatever you're doing."
Huffing, you left for your sheltered home, leaving Lamb to reflect on why your attitude was so....foul today. But then again, they remembered a very important trait of yours that a few followers shared with you:
Cynicism.
Right from the start, your faith in this cult was low. And your loyalties weren't so easily boosted by gifts, confessions, decorations, and sermons...and yet despite your pessimistic ways of thinking, you've yet to actually dissent.
Dissenters usually began with the most cynical of followers, but you never acted like you hated Lamb themselves nor the way they run things here.
In fact, it's true you're the most devoted. You've gone to every sermon, assisted with rituals when needed, and even guided the young on the ways of this cult and aided the elderly.
You were everything Lamb wanted...
The only issue was your attitude towards their kindness.
But after a little bit of mindreading, they were aware that you've been in a different cult long before this one.
Your former leader had also done nice things for you, providing the basic necessities you've craved....all to make you gullible and willing to follow their every word.
Then they betrayed you to the Bishops of the Old Faith without a warning. You've done no wrong and never spoke out against anything they've done.
You never mattered to them. You were just a means to an end. A tool to help strengthen their cult and appease those "gods".
So even after Lamb saved you from the sacrificial altar, that bitterness and fear lingered. You were hesitant to let your guard down....especially when you became showered in gifts as thanks for your devotion.
In the back of your mind, you anticipated when they'd betray you when you least expected it--or perhaps they'd listen to the ludicrous idea of sacrificing or jailing you as some sick "prank" by another follower just to entertain them.
Surely, you were all just tools and entertainment to this sheep, right?
Yet there was a big part of you that didn't want to believe that..
You wanted to believe they were genuine in their gestures.
..........
"The Lamb has abandoned you all!! They are no hero!! They will fall to Bishop Shamura!!!"
"...really? It's too early for this crap.."
After going to bed feeling somewhat content, you woke up feeling groggy and annoyed as you heard some dissenter shouting nonsense outside. You drew back your shelter's curtain to see Hauras stationing himself near the shrine, holding a megaphone made of twigs.
Normally, the elders would be doing their morning prayers at the center, but with the scorpion being an absolute nuisance and a danger...they had no choice but to pray elsewhere.
It's no surprise that he was gonna be sour over his defeat and subsequent indoctrination for a long time, as he was the last of Shamura's keepers.
Speaking of whom, Lamb was still on their long crusade to finally kill the last standing bishop for good.
Even so, that pest thought demoralizing the cult's faith in them would be effective. But you weren't going to listen to this all damn morning.
And besides, your leader has tasked you with collecting lumbar as some new trees have recently sprouted. You've chopped them all down.....except for the one Hauras was standing right beside.
Lucky you.
Rolling your eyes, you just went ahead to make yourself breakfast, eating as you watched the other followers closely. A few of the overzealous ones shrugged off his words and continued on with their day, although some of the newer members looked confused and even anxious, thinking he was right about Lamb.
At that point, he began drawing a small crowd, but as you finally approached with an axe, they dispersed.
Hauras sneered, eyes literally seething red. "What do you want?"
"I wish you would take your little tirade elsewhere so our elders to pray here. Plus I need to chop down the-."
"You're [y/n], aren't you? The one who always second-guesses Lamb's "kindness"?" He chittered with a small smirk. "I've seen how you've acted around them...you hate them, don't you?"
"I don't hate them." You scowled. "They saved-"
"Sure, they saved you...but only because you're a means to an end." He taunted. "You don't have to lie around me. You think they're selfish..greedy..and no different from the Bishops of the Old Faith. They seek to replace them, but they won't replace Lord Shamura. I may have failed, but I know they-"
Fed up, you swiped the megaphone from his pinchers, throwing it towards a nearby boulder and smashing it to pieces.
He gasped. "How DARE YOU-?!!" After trying to whip his tail at you in retaliation, you dodged and managed to trip him, causing him to hit the ground hard as he laid on his back, groaning.
Then you stomped on his tail, hearing his pained yell that attracted the attention of other nearby followers. You, however, paid no mind to them. "You talk too much."
"R-Release me!!"
"I can....but first tell me one thing, Hauras."
"...what?"
"How badly do you need this stinger?"
His eyes widened with terror as he saw the blade of your axe glistening in the morning sunlight, hovering dangerously close to where his stinger connected to the tip of his tail.
"N-No.." He shuddered. "You wouldn't dare.."
"Then maybe I ought to tell Lamb you're singing praises about Shamura...and we'll see if it's more than just your stinger that you lose." You had a menacing glint in your eyes.
"Please..they would never-!!"
"[Y/n]. Hauras."
You both froze and looked to see Lamb suddenly standing there, their expression full of bewilderment at what was happening before them.
The moment you took your foot off of Hauras' tail, he scrambled to his feet and ran over to them. "Great Leader! They threatened to rip out my stinger!" He kneeled down, feigning tears. "You must punish them! They are-!"
"I've heard everything, Hauras." They cut him off, giving him a stern glare. "You're dissenting again, threatening our elders, and I'm honestly getting quite sick of it. But don't worry about defending Shamura anymore...for I've claimed their heart."
From the pockets of their cloak, they revealed the purplish thorn-wrapped organ, surprising both of you.
The scorpion, however, got up and scurried away to vomit somewhere, utterly repulsed by the sight and smell of blood.
It's clear to say he wasn't going to dissent anymore.
You scoffed. "That was one of Shamura's finest warriors, capable of melting his enemies from the inside out....and he gets disgusted by that?"
"It surprised me, too." Lamb glanced at you, smiling a little as they put the heart away. "I appreciate you defending me in my absence-"
"He was trying to put words in my mouth, and I didn't like that." You quickly spoke, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Like all scorpions, he was being a little pest...and this cult has no time for that."
"...that is true. The One Who Waits wishes to speak with me after I've broken all the chains, but for now..allow me to help you cut down this tree." The Red Crown flew off their head, turning into a gleaming axe in their hands. "It's pretty sturdy-looking. Should give us enough lumbar to improve the shelters."
"....alright. Thanks for the assist, Leader." Was all you said before heading over to the tree, while they hung back for a moment to process what you said to them.
A simple thank you.
That was all they've been wanting to hear from you for a long time, and you said it! To them!
It made their smile grow tenfold, before they quickened their pace in following you, ignoring the calls of their other followers. They could feel their own tail wagging with delight.
Were you finally warming up to them?
............
"Come dance with me, [y/n]!"
"...I don't dance."
"In this cult, we do. Now c'monnn.." Lamb tugged on your hands, pouting much like a needy child as you rolled your eyes.
Who would have thought someone with such a sweet face would change the lands of the Old Faith forever?
At last, they usurped the One Who Wait--or Narinder, as he was called--proving themselves worthy of the crown that many, yourself included, believed they didn't deserve.
Although you were still shaken up after being kidnapped and almost sacrificed to him (alongside the entire cult)...you saw that terrified look upon your leader's face, and realized there's no way they could have known..
Narinder had tricked all of you, and Lamb fought back not just for their own life, but for everyone's as well.
Especially yours.
That's what ultimately restored your faith in them.
Once everything was said and done, a huge celebration commenced--and lasted for three whole days.
Tonight, for the grand finale, Lamb wished to have a dance around the bonfire. You and your followers worked hard to gather as much wood as possible, before they ignited it at sundown.
It was a beautiful sight, seeing the red flames flickering and the smoke rising high into the night sky, lighting up the cult grounds and golden decor. And seeing the followers cheer, dance, sing, and play music was a lovely thing to witness.
You, however, felt content with just observing the scene..
Or at least, until a certain sheep approached and offered you a dance.
So maybe they did find a way into your heart after all, but you insisted on entertaining them with only one short dance. Just so they stopped pestering you.
Yet it lasted longer than you thought.
Together you two shuffled, twirled, and swayed..all while some other followers took inspiration and danced with their significant others and crushes.
Yet all you could focus on was Lamb and their surprisingly elegant motions.
Nothing else.
Eventually, you both settled into a slow and gentle sway, embracing each other with them burying their face into your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The blush on your cheeks was nearly as red as your robe at this point.
But you took in this peaceful and intimate moment, your hand gingerly stroking the back of their wooly head. The Red Crown was absent, instead being on the ground beside your feet, looking up at you.
For a brief second, you gazed at it, your blush worsening as it gave you a single wink. 'Huh..they're comfortable enough to leave it off in my presence..? They trust me this much?'
"Is it wise to leave your precious crown where any fool can just steal it, Lamb?"
"Why? You fancy stealing it yourself, hm?" They looked up at you with a teasing smile. "You're the most precious thing to me..the crown is just a tool at the end of the day."
"Like all the followers you work to th...."
You stopped.
It suddenly just occurred to you that they called you "precious". But why?
Were they infatuated with you?
Were you infatuated with them?
Lamb tilted their head. "What's wrong, [y/n]?"
You only gazed back at them, at first completely tongue-tied as you saw the curious glint in their eyes, alongside the red fire that reflected off of them.
It made your heart beat fast. Heat rose to your cheeks again...and it wasn't because of the flames.
That's all it took for the final wall to crumble.
You sighed quietly, relaxing your shoulders as you offered them a tiny smile. "Nothing, my dear leader. For the first time since you've saved me, I feel...at peace being here with you. This place, and you, make me feel....safe."
Lamb nearly teared up at your words. "I'm glad. Would you like to be-?"
"Yes."
Their ears perked up with surprise. Now it was their turn to blush as scarlet covered their gray cheeks. "You...knew what I was going to say?"
"You're not the only mind-reader around here, Lamb." You chuckled at their cuteness. "If it's alright, I'd rather...take it slow. No rush to do a marriage ritual."
That took a big weight off their shoulders.
You understood what they wanted the most. You've always understood them better than anyone. Even Narinder himself.
They were so elated they couldn't help but pull you into a kiss, not minding all the followers gasping and cooing at the intimate display.
Hi! I was wondering if you could to a Bishop Heket x Male Reader one. I'd like for it to be wholesome having the reader confessing his love for her. You could also add their everyday life stuff throughout it. Sorry, I'm just a little anxious requesting this...
Heket Scenario
𑁍 Featuring 𑁍
♡ Romantic Relationship w/ Heket
✦ Male Follower Reader
⋆ Takes place post-game
⋆ CONTAINS POST-GAME SPOILERS
⋆ Sorry for the delayed answer, life is hard
✦ It was mainly about the confession so sorry if I didn't add much about everyday life.
|⌨|Confessions & After|⌨|
He had been a follower of the lamb from the start of the cult. [READER] was a trusted disciple, doing his best to be a good follower. He never thought he would want anything other than to serve the lamb. Then the lamb started to recruit the bishops into the cult, and those thoughts shattered like glass. He found himself blushing and nervous around the ex-bishop Heket. He took over the role of being the cult's cook just so he could see her more. He loved watching her smile from eating his meals and loved the little sounds she made. He didn't mind the fact she didn't speak much, in fact, it just added to her charm in his mind. He would talk with her all the time while she just ate her food. Just seeing her from a distance was enough to make butterflies flutter in his stomach. So after a couple months of feeling like a lovesick puppy, he finally approached the lamb.
"... Could you collect me some camellias?" he asked meekly that day.
"Of course, anything for my most loyal follower!" the lamb said with a smile before disappearing to a crusade.
He spent the time the lamb was crusading to prepare. He found a nice spot where he would do it, cooked the food for the picnic and he practiced what he was going to say. By the time the lamb came back, he was already getting anxious about Heket's answer. He quickly invited Heket to a picnic and then got the camellias from the lamb.
He offered over the bunch of camellias, blushing deeply. "Will you be my lover Heket?"
She froze up, not processing the question at first before she offered a meek nod, taking the flowers. He beamed as he hugged her, excited as he started stuttering and stumbling on his words of joy.
They would start to have weekly picnics and would snuggle at night in the same tent. He would make Heket dishes all the time and she would often ask him to sit outside in the rain to watch for frogs. They made a good couple, being the envy of some of the other couples in the cult.
