Anyway. I’ve been thinking how Geralt would keep you locked away in a special room at Kaer Morhen but since he’s gone all the time, he lets the other’s go into the room because even though he forced his pet in there; he can’t leave her without cock for too long <33
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lambert (just for you 🙄) opens the door, smirking, and says “Hey there cub,” sneering the term geralt uses for you “been a few days since the big guy left, hasn’t it? Can’t have your little cunt go unfilled for so long. You’ve gotta be nice and ready for him when he comes back, don’t you?” You whimper and gaze up at him with wide eyes as he stalks towards you “I’ll help you out, don’t you worry. Now c’mere, don’t wanna have to bruise you up- the wolf would kill me.”
A/N: I sincerely apologize for this dumpster fire. I had good intentions. But it’s something I’ve been working on for a couple days and I sort of like??? Again I’m sorry....
Warning: shitty parents, protective Lambert, mentions of blood
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-Your mother hummed as she moved around the kitchen. You helped her straighten up while your father busied himself with fixing the fire in the hearth. He was adamant that you hadn’t assembled it properly, whatever that meant.
-The front door suddenly burst open and Lambert stumbled in. His armor was blooded and his trousers were torn in a few different places on the thigh. His yellow eyes, dull and exhausted, met yours for a brief moment before he collapsed to the floor in a heap.
-Your mother gasped, clutching her necklace, while your father jumped to his feet, pulling a dagger from his hip.
-You tried to move towards the fallen witcher but your mother grabbed ahold of your arm.
-“Mother, let me go! He needs help!”
“Don’t go near him, Y/N!”
-You ripped your hand from her grip and rushed to Lambert’s side. Your hand found his back, brows drawing together. You tried his name a few times in an attempt to coax him to open his eyes, but he seemed to be out cold.
-“Y/N, get away from that man this instant!”
“Father, he’s hurt!”
“Y/N, listen to your father.” Your mother said.
-You stubbornly shook your head, using all your strength to turn Lambert over onto his back. Your hand found his neck, which was covered in blood. Before you had a chance to find his pulse, Lambert’s hand came up to your wrist, leather gloved fingers wrapping tightly around you.
-Your eyes darted up to meet his. He was staring at the ceiling, dazed and disoriented. His grip on your wrist was tight enough to cause bruises. You brought your other hand up to the side of his face, gently stroking his skin.
-”Easy, love. It’s just me.” You gently turned his head, hoping he’d look at you. After a few moments, his golden eyes focused on you. You smiled softly. “Hello, love.”
“Bug”
-”What did you do to yourself?” You asked him, letting his face go so you could begin to undo his armor. He groaned when you accidentally applied too much pressure to his side.
-”There’s a fucking nest of Slyzards not too far from here. Was a nest.” He tried to sit up but you pressed your hand to his chest, keeping him on his back.
“No, no. You need to let me make sure you’re okay to move first-,”
“Bug, m’fine.”
“No, you’re not fine, Lambert. You just barged into my home and collapsed in a bloody pile in my kitchen.” You furrowed your brows at him. “You aren’t moving until I say so.”
-He didn’t bother to fight you much more. He put his head back on the floor, eyes slipping shut.
-You looked over your shoulder, hearing your parents move around behind you. Your mother moved to your father, putting her hand on his arm. You couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other, but you could feel their eyes on you.
-”Didn’t mean to barge in on you and your company.” Lambert tried to lift his head but winced and decided against it.
“No worries. You needed help. I’m glad you came. Do you think you can stand?”
“Fuck. If I tried, maybe.”
“Let’s try. Need to get you to my bed so we can get you undressed and treat your wounds.”
-”Y/N? How do you know this man?” Your mother asked you as you stood to your feet.
“This isn’t a man, Y/M/N.” Your father shook his head. “He’s a gods damned mutant!”
“Watch what you call him, father.” You reached down to take hold of Lambert’s hand, wanting to help him to his feet.
-Your father’s hand wrapped around your upper arm and he spun you around quickly to face him.
“You better watch your tone with me, Y/N.”
You locked your jaw, glaring up at him. He held your gaze, unintimidated by you. But then his eyes flickered to something behind you.
-Lambert had gotten on his feet the second he sensed you were in trouble and now he stood behind you, glaring daggers at your father.
-”Don’t put your hand on her unless you want to lose it.”
“And just who the hell do you think you are? Telling me how to handle my daughter?”
Lambert stepped out from behind you, placing himself in front of you.
-”I don’t care who the hell she is to you. You aren’t going to put your hands on her.”
“Lambert, leave it be. He meant no harm.” You put your hand on the crease in Lambert’s elbow, wanting to take his attention from your father. “Go back to my room.”
-The stubborn witcher stood his ground, refusing to be the first to step down. Your father, being equally stubborn and a fool, wouldn’t let anyone believe he was afraid of someone, especially when he believed that someone was beneath him.
-“I could have you hanged for this, mutant inbred.” Your father spoke through his teeth, red in the face with anger. “Barging into my daughter’s home. Putting your hands on her-,”
“Oh, I’d like to see you try, old man.” Lambert chuckled coldly, stepping forward.
-“Father, that’s enough. Lambert’s done nothing wrong.” You stepped around so you could see both your father’s face and Lambert’s. “Let’s all just take a step back and calm down.”
You placed your hand on Lambert’s, wrapping your much smaller fingers around his large hand. This seemed to catch his attention, drawing his eyes down to you.
-“You’re bleeding and now isn’t the time to start a fight. Go back to my room. Take your armor off. I’ll get what I need to dress your wounds.”
His golden eyes lingered on your for a few moments before he nodded stiffly. Before he left, he shot your father another glare.
-“How long have you…. have you known that man, Y/N?” Your mother asked.
“A couple years.” You answered, moving to retrieve a few things from the kitchen.
“And he’s…. he just shows up here? To your home? Unannounced?”
“Yes, mother. We, um, we’re unofficially sort of courting each other, I suppose.”
-“I can’t believe this, Y/N.” Your father shook his head disapprovingly. “I thought your mother and I raised you better than this! Not only are you courting someone neither of us have approved of, but a mutant no less! A fucking witcher!”
-“He saved my life!” You raised your voice, clutching the clothes in your hand tightly as you looked at your father. “I’d be dead if it weren’t for that witcher! He treats me better than anyone I’ve ever met! Than anyone you both have tried to set me up with!”
-Your father was silent.
-“Y/N.” Your mother took a deep breath. “We just want what is best for you. This-This witcher, he cannot give you the proper life you deserve. All he is good for is killing and slaughtering. He can’t give you children. He can’t provide for you a home.”
-You clenched your teeth together so tightly that your jaw hurt.
-“I have to go make sure he’s okay.” You whispered, your voice breaking.
-You pushed the door to your room shut behind yourself. Lambert was sitting on the edge of your bed bare chested. His armor was thrown on the floor.
-You knew he heard every word spoken between you and your parents. Not only was his hearing perfect, but the heartbroken look on his face told you everything.
-“How, um, How bad are they?” You asked softly, setting the items down on the stand by your bed.
“I’ll live.” He shrugged his shoulders, then winced. His hand came up to his side.
“Lay down for me, please.”
-He followed your direction, laying down on your bed so you could easily reach him. You knelt down and began to wipe away the blood, gently cleaning the wound.
-“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He tucked one hand behind his head. “They’re right.”
“Far from it.” You rolled your eyes. “They think I want the life they have. A nice house and a quaint little farm with a few children. I’d surely die of boredom with that kind of life.”
-“This isn’t a joking matter, Y/N.” Lambert turned his head to look at you.
You sighed softly, placing your hand upon his sternum. Your eyes met his.
“How often is it you forget I’m a mage, my love?” You tilted your head to the side a little. “Even if I wanted a family, I couldn’t carry children. And if I could carry children, I wouldn’t want to because the man I love could not give them to me.”
-He was quiet for a few moments.
“Shit. I did forget that.”
You smiled a little at him, leaning forward to kiss above his heart.
“Easy to forget when you don’t use your magic often.”
“Try not to. It could attract unwanted attention.”
-“Do your parents not know you’re a mage?”
You shook your head. Lambert took your hand, bringing it up to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles.
“And they don’t need to know either.” You turned your hand to brush your thumb across a bruise on his cheek.
-“Just realized you didn’t greet me properly.”
“Oh? And when was I supposed to do that?” You cocked a brow at him. “After you barged in unannounced? Or after you collapsed in a bloody pile on my kitchen floor?”
“Hmm. After I collapsed.”
-“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” You grinned.
His hand slipped around your waist and he pulled you down on to him. You did your best to evenly distribute your weight, not wanting to hurt him, but he didn’t seem to care.
-“Come on, bug.” He muttered, fingers gently digging into your back.
“I don’t want to be too rough with you, Lambert.”
“I’m not gonna break, bug.”
“But you are hurt.” You reminded him, placing your hand on his chest.
-”I just want a kiss. One kiss.”
“One kiss for you is going to lead to a lot more.”
“Oh come on, bug. You’re hurting my feelings.” He frowned.
-You held his gaze for a few moments before deciding to give in, leaning over to kiss him. But just as you expected, he tried to pull you down on him.
-“I gotta say, I didn’t expect to meet your parents like that.” He sighed, reaching up to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“It’ll be okay.”
“They don’t like me.”
“They don’t like anyone. And since when do you care if anyone likes you?” You raised your brow.
-He said nothing, but his honey eyes stayed on you, searching your face. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle and tender.
“Love you, you know that?”
“I know.” You turned your head to kiss the inside of his wrist. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll make some dinner so that when you wake up, you’ll have something to eat.”
-“I’m not tired.”
“Then I’ll knock your ass out with a sleeping spell.”
“I think I know of something else of yours that’ll knock me out.” He grinned. You rolled your eyes at him and stood up.
“I’m going to try to send my parents away for a little bit. I think we need some space. So try to sleep. For me, please?”
He nodded his head.
-Your parents didn’t need much convincing to leave. They said they’d be back in a few hours, planning on being on time for supper.
-As the soup and bread for the evening began to cook, you worked on a couple pies, putting together the filling and the crust. The sun had gone down a little while ago, though that only meant it was early in the evening. The sun set early in the fall.
-Hands slipped around your waist, drawing you back into a warm body. Lambert tucked his nose into the crook of your neck, letting out a breath that tickled you.
-“How do you feel?” You asked, giggling softly.
“I’d be better if you’d come to bed with me.”
“I can’t let the food burn.” You shook your head, turning around in his hold so you could properly see him.
“It smells delicious.” He leaned forward to kiss you, then he trailed his lips down the front of your throat. “Missed you, bug.”
-His hands moved around your waist, then somehow he maneuvered his hold down to your ass. From there, he hoisted you up onto the counter. You gasped, flour covered hands smacking at his shoulder, thinking he’d placed you down on top of the crust.
-“Lambert!”
“Relax, bug.” He chuckled, leaning between your thighs. “I won’t let you ruin your precious pie.”
“I’m not making it for me, asshole.” You muttered. “Making it for you.”
He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“And I appreciate it.”
-The front door opened and in walked your parents. Your mother gasped, covering her mouth while your father glowered at the witcher. Lambert made no effort to move from his position between your parted thighs. You pushed against his shoulder. He stepped back, holding his hand out for you.
-“Um, uh, dinner is, uh, is almost done.” You stumbled over your words, mortified that your parents had witnessed you in such a position.
“I think I’ve lost my appetite.” Your mother murmured, messing with the pendant on her necklace. “Can you start a pot for tea, Y/N?”
-You nodded and moved to put the kettle over the fire.
“Oh, bug! Looks like you’ve got a little flour on your backside.” Lambert commented, patted the back of your skirt to clear away the white dust. Your eyes widened as you looked over at him. Was he trying to make things worse?
“There you go.” He gave you an innocent smile, though you could see the troublesome grin peaking through.
-“So, witcher?” Your father moved to stand behind your mother, who now sat at the kitchen table. “What school do you hail from?”
“Kaer Morhen. School of the Wolf.” Lambert crossed his arms, leaning against the counter beside where you were working.
-“How long have you been a witcher?”
“Father, you don’t have to interrogate him.” You looked over your shoulder.
“It’s fine, bug.” Lambert told you quietly, briefly catching your eye. “Since I was eight.”
“How old are you now?”
“Don’t really count. Almost triple digits.”
-You could hear your father scoff and mutter something under his breath. You ignored him, choosing instead to focus on kneading the dough for the crust.
-“Madam Hyder from down the road comes up every so often to see if you’re around.” You spoke, turning your head to look at Lambert. “Wants to know if ‘the strong man with the charming personality’ is around.”
Lambert snorted.
-At the beginning of the year gene Lambert had visited you, your neighbor down the road had run into a problem with drowners at the lake behind her house. Lambert got rid of them. She took a liking to him almost immediately. He reminded her of her late husband.
-“Charming personality my ass.” He muttered. You smiled a little.
“I like her. She’ll come and sit with me outside or we’ll sit in here and talk. She keeps me company.”
-“You wouldn’t be so lonely out here if you had a proper husband.” Your father muttered under his breath.
“A proper husband?” You repeated, cocking a brow as you moved to retrieve the kettle from the fire. “Can you hand me a mug from the cabinet, love?”
Lambert moved to do as you asked.
-“What is your definition of a proper husband, dear father?” Your irritation was poking through. You poured the tea into the cup for your mother and moved towards the table.
-“A man who can provide for you. A man who can give you a home and a family. Not some mutant beast who goes around killing for coin.” Your father snapped, holding your gaze.
“Y/F/N.” Your mother reached out to put her hand on his arm. “Don’t lose your temper.”
-You stayed where you were, hands curled into tight fists as you fought the urge to scream and yell and—
A hand was placed on your waist, making you turn your head. Lambert was moving into your line of sight.
-“Something’s starting to burn.” He told you, nodding to the oven. Forgetting your anger, you moved to pull the bread and the pie from the oven.
-The fire seemed to be hotter than it was when you put the two things into the oven. You frowned, hoping they weren’t a loss.
-“You were about to lose your control.” Lambert whispered to you, his breath tickling your ear. He kissed your cheek then moved back to where he had been standing with his arms crossed and against the counter next to you.
-You were thankful he stopped you. You didn’t want your parents to know what you were, nor did you want to ruin dinner.
-The pie and bread were a little crispy, but they would still be tasty nonetheless.
-Your mother, trying to be civil, started asking Lambert questions, asking him where he’d been, what his favorite places were, what monsters were the hardest, the weirdest, the oddest, that sort of thing. Your father stayed silent, but you didn’t complain.
-Once dinner was finished, you all sat down at the table to eat. It was silent and tense. You sat next to Lambert. Underneath the table, he kept his hand on your knee.
-“You know, you missed your sister’s wedding.” Your father spoke up, glancing up from his food to look at you. “It was last summer.”
“I know.” You dropped your eyes down to your bowl of soup. “I visited her afterwards. We spoke of why I wasn’t able to make it. She understood.”
“And why couldn’t you make it?”
“I had company here. I couldn’t leave.”
-Your father scoffed.
-“I kept her from the wedding.” Lambert spoke up, sitting up straighter in his seat. “So don’t give her shit. It was my fault.”
“Missing out on your own sister’s wedding for an inbred?”
“He was hurt, father. A basilisk nearly cut him in half. He needed my help-,”
“You aren’t a healer, Y/N.”
-You locked your jaw tightly. Lambert squeezed your knee.
-“Wow. You are a piece of work.” Lambert shook his head. “You just walk into someone else’s home and disrespect the absolute shit out of them and their choices? Just cause she’s your daughter doesn’t mean you get to treat her like absolute shit.”
-“You don’t get to talk to me like that-,”
“Actually, I do.” Lambert cut your father off. “Because I’m not going to sit here and let you talk down on Y/N like she deserves this bullshit. If you want to give anyone shit for our relationship, give it to me. I’ll gladly take it. Hell, I might even fight your fucking ass back. I’ve been wanting to fucking punch you square in the forehead all evening but I haven’t because Y/N wouldn’t want me to. But man, have I fucking wanted to.”
-You stood up, placing your hand upon Lambert’s shoulder.
“I think we’ll finish our dinner in my room.” You told your parents. “I won’t ask you to leave tonight. The roads after dark can be dangerous. But in the morning, I’d like it if you both went home. This is Lambert’s home and it isn’t often that I get to see him.”
-Lambert took your bowls into the bedroom while you put a few more slices of bread on one plate and a couple pieces of pie onto another plate.
-“And in case you were wondering, I have no intentions of having children.” You turned to face your parents. “I don’t want them, nor do I need them to be happy Lambert makes me happy. He’s all I need.”
-Lambert was sitting on the chair next to your bed when you entered your room. You put the pie and bread down on to the stand next to your bed and sat on the edge of your bed.
-“Yeesh. I haven’t been sent to my room in ages.” He grinned a little. You smiled, happy that the events of earlier hadn’t ruined his mood.
-“Here.” You picked up a spoon and scooped some of the apple pie up. You offered it to him. “Tell me how it tastes.”
He took the bite and before you could pull away, his hand came up to wrap around your wrist. He pulled you closer, kissing your lips.
what a joy to see requests are open! could i perhaps have some headcanons? like you did for roach? so like what dating dandelion, roche, lambert and olgierd would include? thank you very much dear <3
Dandelion:
Dandelion would write a song for you filled with romantic idioms and sing it to youduring a romantic evening
Helooks a bit messy, because he was chased by one of his former lovers. But nowhe will give you all his attention
Heinvites you to his favourite play, afterwards he gives you a bouquet of flowersand goes with you to the Kingfisher Inn
Duringyour date he will constantly praise you for everything you do and give you extensivecompliment
Lambert:
Lambertpulls off a lot of pranks
Hewould make a plan for who to prank and makes jokes to see you laughing
Aftera long day of joking around, he prepared a picnic. Surprisingly he’s a goodcook and even made a little bouquet for you
Olgierd:
Olgierdinvites you in form of a letter with romantic poetry
Hetakes a walk with you through the woods, praising the beautiful naturesurrounding the both of you
Hasa conversation about his favourite poems and songs, to show you his affectionfor you
Youwrite a poem together
Surprisesyou a bouquet of flowers. They also have special meaning to express hisfeelings
Roche:
Rochemight look calm from the outside, but he’s anxious inside
Hewouldn’t want to mess it up and make something special for you
Wouldtake a walk with you through the untouched nature. It’s a change from the smellof blood and destruction on the battlefield
Hewatches the stars with you, shows you different star constellations and tellsstories about them he heard from his mother, when he was a child
A/N: Hi guys! This week has been so long and so terrible and I just wanna curl up and be cuddled by one of the boys :( I know you guys have waited a while for this but I hope you like it! Here is the link to my masterlist!
Affection (how affectionate are they, how do they show affection)
Lambert has funny ways of showing affection. He acts gruff and hard on the outside, muttering snide comments and doing his best to piss everyone off out of spite. It isn't until you're alone that he's soft and actually nice to you — but not too nice. Lambert doesn't do too nice.
Best friend (what would they be like as a best friend, how would the friendship begin)
There’s always joking and pranks and playful banter. There is never a dull moment with Lambert. He trusts you with his life and trusts you to always keep whatever you talk about together a secret. He doesn’t open up often, but when he does, there’s a silent promise made between you both that neither of you would speak of what was said to anyone else.
Cuddles (do they like to cuddle, how would they cuddle)
Lambert doesn't like to cuddle. He’s not a very touchy person. He likes his space and dislikes anyone in his space. However, there are exceptions to this. If he’s feeling down or if he’s been in his head too much, he’ll climb into bed and bury his face in your chest. Or if he sees that you’re having a particularly bad day, he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you. He tucks his nose into your neck and lets out a heavy breath. You melt back into him, holding his hands that meet at your lower abdomen.
Domestic (do they want to settle down, how good are they at cooking and cleaning)
In the very, very back of his head, the idea of settling down and having a somewhat normal life sounds pleasant. However, Lambert knows realistically that that could never happen so he doesn’t dwell on it. He likes traveling. It’s the only good thing that came out of being a witcher. He can cook surprisingly well, but only a handful of recipes Vesemir taught him. If he’s asked to cook anything else or tries to cook anything else, the food comes out inedible and he nearly burns the house down. Cleaning is hardwired into his mechanics. The elders at Kaer Morhen were strict, adamant that the boys keep their rooms clean. Lambert struggled with this at first. He was defiant. But with Vesemir’s firm but gentle guidance, he learned to pick up after himself. For the most part. Sometimes he’ll leave a mess if he wants to let someone know they’ve plucked his last nerve and he’s irritated with them.
Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it)
He’d be very blunt, already shutting down and pushing you away. He needed to get it over quick so the pain didn’t linger too long. He would try his best to be gentle, but he doesn’t really know how so it comes out harsh and cold.
Fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment, how quick are they to want to get married)
Commitment makes Lambert queasy. He doesn’t like the idea of becoming so vulnerable. But perhaps after a lengthy time in a relationship, he’d start to welcome the idea of marriage. As long as he has you, he feels that he needs marriage just so confirm that you are his only. He already knows he loves you. That’s enough for him.
Gentle (how gentle are they both physically and emotionally)
Lambert can sometimes forget how strong he is, so he’s not the most gentle person ever. But he never ever hurts you. He never lays a hand on you. His father was a piece of shit who beat his mother and there was no way he was going to do that to you. He’d sooner feed himself to a basilisk than raise a hand in your direction. Emotionally, Lambert is strong, or at least he likes to pretend that he is. He puts on a good front, forcing his shitty ‘I don’t care about anyone’ attitude to the surface until the weight on his shoulders becomes too much and he snaps.
Hugs (do they like hugs, how often do they do it, what are their hugs like)
Lambert likes to give hugs and he likes to receive them from you, but only when no one else is around because that would ruin his badass image. His hugs are always warm and firm. He wraps his arms as tight as possible around you and buries his face in your hair. Or when you hug him, he likes to bury his face in your chest and hold you close.
I Love You (how fast do they say it)
It literally takes him ages to get it out. It happens one night when the two of you are having an argument over whether you should take a trip to visit your family or not. The trip was days away and Lambert insisted that you not go. He didn’t want to go with you either for ‘protection’ or whatever. But you missed your family and really wanted to see them so you insisted. This led to an explosive argument where you were yelling at him for not trusting you to take care of yourself and he yelled back saying that there were things out there that you couldn’t protect yourself from. You were so frustrated with him and you were exhausted and just wanted the fight to be over. You told him you were leaving and when you returned home, you wanted him out. As you were moving for the door, he blurted the words out, stopping you in your tracks. He explained that he loved you and the thought of you traveling alone so far away made him sick, but he also wasn’t ready to meet your parents. So you both came to the agreement that he’d travel with you but not meet your parents. He doesn’t say it often but when he does, you smile and say it back. He needed the reassurance.
Jealous (how jealous do they get, what do they do when they are jealous)
Lambert can get jealous sometimes but he’s more possessive so he doesn’t like seeing you talk to other guys or women. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He doesn’t trust the other person to respect your boundaries. He’s seen a lot and he knows how cruel people can get so he does his best to protect you from anything that could harm you - even a poor man who tried to flirt with you at the bar. He received a witcher death glare until he left you alone.
Kisses (what are their kisses like, where do they like to kiss, where do they like to be kissed)
He loves to kiss your lips. But when he’s feeling troublesome, he’ll kiss along your jaw and completely bypass your lips, being a tease and tormenting you. He’ll kiss down your neck and across your chest, wanting you to beg him to kiss your lips. You smack the back of his head and he chuckles, lifting his head to finally kiss your lips.
Little Ones (how are they around kids)
Lambert is surprisingly well with kids. He’s essentially an overgrown seven year old so he gets on with kids rather well. He just doesn’t like when they start crying.
Mornings (how are mornings spent with them)
He hates to wake up, especially when he sleeps well. He’ll groan when you try to shake him awake, rolling over in the bed until he’s laying on top of you with his face in your neck. He’ll mutter a good morning and then go back to sleep, content with crushing you half to death.
Nights (how are nights spent with them)
Nights are usually quiet. He’s naturally very energetic so he goes out and has fun at the tavern, picking fights or chatting with his brothers. When he gets back home, you are already in bed almost asleep. He climbs into the bed and gives you a kiss on the head. You ask him how his night was and he answers while you inch closer to him. He welcomes you with an open arm, pulling you into his side so he can hold you close.
Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves, do they say everything at once or do they wait a while and reveal everything slowly)
Lambert doesn’t like sharing his story. He doesn’t want pity from anyone. He keeps it to himself until one night you bring up your parents and then ask about his. From there, you learn of his father, of how he was forced into the witcher lifestyle. Then he tells you of some of the monsters he’s faced and the people he’s come across.
Patience (how easily angered are they)
Lambert has no patience. He’s so easily angered and frustrated by almost anything. Sometimes all it takes is someone looking at him the wrong way and he loses it.
Quizzes (how much do they remember about you, do they remember every little detail you mentioned in passing, or do they kind of forget)
Lambert doesn’t remember everything, but he remembers what’s important. He doesn’t remember the date that you two officially started your relationship, but he remembers the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight the first night the both of you were intimate, and the smile on your lips warmed his chest.
Remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship)
His favorite moment has to be the time you played tag in the middle of a thunderstorm in the valley beneath Kaer Morhen. You’d been out for a walk when dark clouds rolled in, stealing the sunshine and warmth and replacing them with clapping thunder and chilling rain. You started the game, sneaking a glance to Lambert out of the corner of your eye before tapping his shoulder and shouting ‘tag!’ then darting off through the trees. It took the witcher a moment to realize what you had just done. He chuckled, and began his pursuit. The chase lasted all of three minutes. He went easy on you at first, but then he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. He kissed your cheek and held you close for a moment, listening to the way your heart raced and the giggles that tumbled from your lips. You whispered ‘I love you’ to him, turning in his arms and leaning up on your toes to kiss his lips. He kissed you back, but then turned and ran away. It was your turn to chase him.
Security (how protective are they, how would they protect you, how would they like to be protected)
Lambert is very protective of you, but he lets you have your space. He’s not constantly breathing down your neck and watching everyone around you. He knows you can handle yourself so he tries to not intervene unless he feels it is necessary. However, he does like to fight so he uses ‘your honor’ as an excuse to pummel whoever thought messing with you was a good idea.
Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks)
Even though he is a dickhead sometimes, Lambert tries his hardest on your little dates. He’d take you picnicking near the lake at Kaer Morhen or wake you up at the ass crack of dawn to go watch the sun rise over the mountains. He isn’t great with gifts thought, so he tries to stick to thinking of cute little date ideas instead.
Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs)
He likes to start fights. This man loves to argue and piss people off. He’ll do it at Kaer Morhen when things get boring and he needs a little excitement. He’s learned to pick fights with Geralt. Eskel is good at ignoring him but Geralt doesn’t have such a good temper. Hell, Lambert even likes to start fights with you sometimes just to get you going. He’s an asshole like that but you love him.
Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks)
He’s not too concerned with how he looks. He knows he’s ruggedly good looking and that’s enough for him.
Whole (would they feel incomplete without you)
When you aren’t around, he feels like something is missing, like something isn’t right. You bring such a calm energy to him that when you aren’t around, he’s grouchy and crotchety.
Xtra (random headcanon)
Lambert absolutely loves rainy days. He loves to listen to the droplets come down on the rooftop and the way the clouds make outside dim. He enjoys having lazy and comfortable days with you when it rains, cuddling with you in front of the fire and listening to you read to him.
Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, whether in a partner or in general)
He doesn’t like someone that’s full of themself or thinks that they are higher than anyone else around them. He especially doesn’t like it when humans treat nonhumans like trash. He’s an asshole, but he isn’t that kind of asshole.
ZZZ (what are their sleeping habits like)
Out of all the wolves, he probably sleeps the best. Granted, his sleep comes with nightmares, just like his brothers’, but he needs rest or he turns into an even bigger asshole than he already is.
