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❀Lambert is a jealous person. It comes from a territorial nature. He's possessive of you. Lambert doesn't have a lot of people in his people in his inner circle, so he's protective of them. However, it's magnified when it comes to you.
❀Lambert is abrupt in his jealousy. He becomes confrontational and agitated when he feels like his back is up against the wall.
❀Lambert can get snappy with you. The two of you have argued about Lambert's jealousy. Sometimes he reads too much into things. You are the one to try and reassure him. Lambert has already sat and stewed about the situation. The argument is explosive as you try and get him to see sense.
❀When both of you give each other space to calm down. Lambert doesn't calm down, instead, he goes to confront the reason for his jealousy. He's furious. There has been conflict between the two of you. He's now worried perhaps it is too far this time., he's fearful you're going to leave him.
❀Although you're not going to leave him. You know he needs space to calm down so you can then proceed to talk about it rationally.
❀Except Lambert isn't thinking about it rationally. He's steamed full ahead to the man who caused a rift between the two of you. He's called to the man before engaging him in a fight and now Lambert can't stop. He's not going destroy the individual. The others try to pull him off of him but it's no use.
❀There's only one person who can make Lambert stop and that's you. With a shout of his name, he stops and turns to face you. Your face is mixed with worry and concern as you approach him. Lambert's fierce anger has subsided as he leaves the man and steps towards you.
❀Neither of you says a word, but you have understanding. You understand Lambert better than most. Over the years you've learned to communicate through actions and body language, with an outreached hand, Lambert places it firmly in his.
❀He knows he shouldn't react like this. however, when you love someone as much as he does every feeling is magnified. It's when you're patching him up do you both have that talk.
❀He promises to not use his fists again unless necessary. Lambert refuses to allow anyone to hurt you. However, you remind him sometimes his presence is enough to warn anyone off. He also has nothing to fear because you're not going anywhere.
summary: lambert doesn’t want you to see him after he’s taken his elixir.
contains: insecure lambert, fluff, mentions of fem!reader.
a/n: thank you @sugary-bowl for handing me this fic idea on a silver platter, i knew i keep you around for something.
there are men bustling in and out of the corridor. well, not quite men. witchers. geralt comes to a halt at your door. “y/n, stay in your room.”
“what’s going on?” you ask frantically, but geralt’s shutting the door before you get the whole question out. there’s a monster about, this much is clear, and you have no doubt the witchers will have it taken care of in no time. which is why you slip out of your room once you’ve deemed the halls quiet enough.
“where are you off to, girl?” a gruff voice echoes from the end of the corridor, and you don’t need to turn to know it’s lambert.
“just wanted to see what all the commotion’s about.” you explain, turning as you speak. “it’s not fun being kept in the dark all the time.”
you can barely see lambert, not with the way he’s standing so far away, tucked in the shadows.
“hm, sometimes the dark is the safest place to be.” he sighs. “so, you just get back in your room, yeah? it’ll all be handled by morning.”
“why are you so far away?” you ask, ignoring his gentle command. “i can barely see you.”
“yeah, well, doesn’t matter. i’ve got monsters to kill, you’ll see me soon enough.” he says, making to turn, but you’re quicker this time.
you close the space between you, gripping his arm and bringing him into the moonlight with you. that’s when you see it. his eyes are pitch black, his face pale beyond belief. you’re not sure why he seems so ashamed about it, though. it’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen a witcher.
“goddamn it, y/n!” he curses under his breath, looking everywhere and anywhere but at you.
“why are you hiding, lambert?” you ask sternly. you aren’t joking around.
“gods, why do you think, woman?” he scoffs, looking straight at you now. “because i’m fucking ugly! i-i didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“like what?”
he shrugs. “i don’t know, like some sort of monster.”
your entire expression softens, though he can’t see it, too busy looking down at the stone floors of kaer morhen. “lambert.” your hands reach up to cup his face. “look at me.”
he does as you ask, the way he always does.
“i think you look lovely.” you smile. “it’s pretty cool, if i’m honest.”
you watch lambert’s lips curl into an incredulous smile to match your own. “you really think so?”
you push back a few ginger locks away from those black eyes of his. “yes, you silly oaf.” you press a tender kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “now if you go get that job done before sunup there’ll be more where that came from.”
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.
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🎁Lambert detests wrapping Christmas presents. He doesn't understand why you can't just give them the gift. Lambert finds wrapping presents to be too time-consuming, too fiddly.
🎁Lambert loses his patience rapidly when he's wrapping. He finds tape stuck to him in the most random places. He struggles to judge how much paper he's needed to wrap the present.
🎁Wrapping something square or rectangular is one thing, but anything an unusual shape only increases Lambert's frustrations. He doesn't understand why he finds this so difficult. He slays monsters for a living.
🎁Watching you, Lambert does question if you have some sort of sorcery he doesn't know about. How do you make it look so easy?
🎁Lambert watches you intently attempting to pick up any helpful tricks to make his process easier. It's even better for Lambert when you agree to help or teach him.
🎁Lambert would be the perfect student. It's the quietest you've seen him in a while. He's paying close attention to you. There are no usual flirtatious remarks, no subtle touches. He's solely focused on paying attention.
🎁Lambert still doesn't understand the intricate folding. He does see wrapping as an art form. It takes so much patience. He could never see himself enjoying wrapping.
🎁Lambert's next attempt goes better than the one previously. He remains frustrated and it takes him longer than he cares for it. However, he's determined to make at least one his presentable.
🎁Perhaps he can ask one of the others to wrap your presents. He can't wrap another present.
Hey my lovelies, back with another love letter. My requests are open and you can find my request guidlines pinned to the top of the page! Also if you have any Autumn/Halloween requests send them in!
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I hate to be away from you, but work is work and it gives me the opportunity to provide for you in hopes we can comfortably. I don't want you working all hours at the Tavern.
I have seen how the owner and the patrons treat you. It isn't acceptable love. No one needs to speak to someone that way. To treat you as if you are less than. I don't want you working there anymore which I've been working so hard.
I want to help you make your dreams come true. I want you to set up your stool on the market, to say your wares. We could travel together this way. I wouldn't have to be away from you all summer. Then in the winter, we could retire to Kaer Morhen. As almost like a break at the end of a long year. You've always loved in there in the snow.
Perhaps, we can find a space in the castle so we can get away from the others from time to time. They are my family, but we need our privacy.
I'll be stopping by in the next moon cycle or so depending on work.
I love you,
Lambert x
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I've been thinking about you this past summer, while I've been moving around from place to place. One job to the next. I never used to mind it, being on my own. This time it's been a struggle. I didn't know what it meant at first. Thought I was just being daft. To be honest with you, I thought burrying my head in work was the solution - as it had been in the past.
Quickly realised it wasn't working. I've spent days trying to work out what was wrong. I'd probably still be sratching my head over it an all if I didn't run into Geralt's bard a few days ago. Don't tell him this but he actually spoke sense for once.
Anyway to get to my point, I don't want to keep travelling the continment alone anymore. I don't want to return home to Kaer Morhen without knowing your going to be there with me To spend those long cold nights with.
I know I'm not the easy person to be with love. I'm grumpy, set in my ways. Right pain in the arse at times, but you make me want to be a better person. You are the person I want to spend my free time with.
I want to see the snow fall in your hair, to hear your laughter bounce of the warmth. I want to be choked by your warmth, surrounded by your scent.
I want you, love.
This is what this letter's been about. Telling you, I'm on my way. If you want to create a life together:; have a bag packed and be ready for me. Everyone says Witcher's can't love, but that's horseshit because I definitely love you.
Your's Always,
Lambert
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Unsurprising to the witcher, Lambert wasn’t able to sleep. He didn’t want to close his eyes and chance something happening to you. Even if he wanted to rest, he wouldn’t be able to. Sleep was an unfriendly enemy. It always came with haunting nightmares and flashbacks to his painful childhood.
So instead, Lambert stayed in your bed on his back, holding you close to him with one arm. Half of your body rested upon his, your head on his chest, your leg thrown over his lower abdomen.
He never cared for cuddling in bed. He preferred not to touch someone while he tried to sleep, but you made it easy to learn to enjoy the warmth and comfort of another.
He brushed his fingers over your hair, counting every beat of your heart between each breath.
The rain had stopped some time ago and Lambert could hear things more carefully. The pack of wolves that so often traveled around your property was venturing into the backyard. The horses were growing restless in the stables upon hearing the predators, but they were safe. A raccoon moved through your garden, picking through your vegetables. Lambert had offered numerous times to get rid of the damned pest but you insisted that it wasn’t hurting anything. You had plenty for yourself and some extra to sell at the market.
You shifted around on him, turning your head from one side to the other. He looked down at you, still brushing your hair with his fingers.
You moaned quietly, brows drawing together.
“Lambert?”
“Right here, bug.” He kept his voice soft and quiet, not wanting to chance sounding irritated. He learned that sometimes he came off sounding like a prick even when he didn’t mean to.
You rubbed your eyes with one hand and yawned before you opened them to look up at him. You rested your chin on his chest, just gazing up at him.
The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, looking into each other’s eyes. This was what had made your relationship with the difficult witcher last so long. No words needed to be exchanged in order for you to know how sorry he was for the way he acted and for what he had said the day before. No words needed to be spoken to let you know how much he cared for you. You could see it in his honey gold eyes. And the same applied for you. He could see your emotions in his eyes, see the guilt you felt for pushing him.
His eyes finally tore away from yours to look at the bruise on your cheek bone.
“You wanna talk?” He asked hesitantly, almost unsure if he even wanted to talk.
“If you’re ready to.” You lifted your head up so you could speak better. You picked up the medallion on his chest and brushed your thumb over it.
“I am.”
You nodded a little but said nothing at first. You didn’t know how to start, how to say what had been sitting on your tongue.
“I should’ve…. After you said no the first time, I should’ve just let it be. I’m sorry. And I-I called you a coward, which I know you aren’t. That was uncalled for and childish.”
“But I…. I am a coward, bug.” His voice was barely there, a soft whisper that almost got lost between his lips and your ears. “Anytime I feel like things are too much, like I don’t want to handle it, I bail. I don’t want to get angry at you and I don’t want to push you away, but everything is…. It’s hard, bug.”
“I know.” You reached up to trace his jaw with your fingers.
Years and years of training and grueling punishment had traumatized the witcher so much that any time you spoke of your affection out loud or sometimes even when you held him, he’d become flustered with the unfamiliar emotions. He was easily overwhelmed with the positivity. He didn’t know how to deal with them. It was something you were sure he’d struggle with for the rest of his life.
“I was wrong to say what I did about feeling trapped. It’s just…. You make me forget.” His hand found the small of your back. He needed to occupy his fingers so he traced shapes into the material of your chemise. “You make me feel like I can be more than a fucking witcher.”
“I know you can.” You leaned up to kiss the corner of his lips. “And I know you are capable of feelings, of emotions. You just like to pretend you’re a hardass all the time.”
He chuckled a little, the noise making your heart soar.
Your eyes fell down to the medallion.
“You…. You said that you didn’t see yourself staying here forever.”
Lambert fell silent and this worried you. The ball of tension in your stomach seemed to expand, pushing up against your lungs like an inflated balloon.
“The thought of staying in one place for too long is…. It’s something I’ve never thought about. Something I don’t like to think about.”
You started to move away from him, finding it silly that while he told you he wasn’t sure how long he’d stay, you rested upon his chest and laid so cozy with him.
“Bug, wait a second.” His hand clasped your wrist, keeping you from moving too far.
“Lambert, there is no sense in me lying here with you if you don’t see a future with me. I won’t waste anymore of your time or my own.” Your tone grew cold and sharp. You tore your arm from his grip and climbed out of bed.
“Y/N, just wait a damn second!” Lambert’s hand grabbed the back of your shirt, giving you one firm tug to pull you back down into the bed. He moved so that his upper body was on you, preventing you from moving your torso and your hips.
“Lambert!” You grunted, trying your damnedest to push him off. “You weigh as much as a horse! Get off!”
“Tell me you won’t leave and I’ll move.” He bargained, grabbing your wrists with one large hand to pin your arms between your chest and his.
Damn him and his witcher strength.
“Fine!” You grumbled, irritated with him.
“Say it to me, bug.” A teasing grin came to his lips.
“I’m not leaving.” You rolled your eyes.
The second he started to move off of you, you decided to make your move. You thought you’d moved quick enough, scrambling to get out of the bed. But Lambert was faster.
As you were crawling across the bed on your hands and knees, he wrapped an arm around your waist and rolled over, pulling you with him. A string of laughs and giggles escaped your lips as he once more pinned you beneath him. This time you were on your stomach and your arms were underneath you.
“You’re a bad liar, bug.” His breath tickled your skin.
“Lambert!”
“Well since we can’t do this like civilized people, you’re gonna lay here while I tell you what I was going to say before you jumped to conclusions.” He paused for a moment to see if you were going to try to get him off. When you didn’t, he continued. “You’ve eased me into thinking about things I don’t want to think about. Things that scare me or…. Or things that make me uncomfortable. The thought of staying in one place makes me uncomfortable. But as long as you are by my side, I’d find a way to manage.”
You tucked your face into the linens, trying to hide the stupid grin on your lips.
“You mean it?” Your voice was muffled but he heard you.
“Course I do. What do you say bug?”
“Who would’ve thought you were a big softy.”
“Okay then.” Lambert used his hands to tickle your sides, enjoying the laughter that fell from your lips.
“Lambert! Lambert!”
“Take it back!”
“No!”
Somehow, you managed to roll over on your back. All the while you laughed, you did your best to make him stop, trying to push his hands away. Lambert sat up on your hips, carefully to carry most of his weight on his knees so he didn’t actually crush you.
He finally gave in when your face was red and tears of laughter were coming down your cheeks. He leaned down to wipe the tears away with the rough pads of his thumbs, then press a kiss to your nose.
“Love you, bug.”
“Love you too, asshole.”
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