Soft prompt idea: I was taking a nap the other day and end up having a nightmare about my little sister going missing (She's 21 but in my heart she's still 5 😂) So I was thinking the reader having the same dream about Lambert, and when they finally wake up they start looking for him around the keep all teary eye to give him a hug ❤ (Yes, I totally did this. Didn't even care my sister was stydying, I need a hug dammit)
A/N: This took way too long to do, babe I'm sorry!!
Warnings: nothing but fluff
You jolted awake, heart beating against your chest.
“Lambert?” You reached out for him, searching the bed for your witcher.
The sheets next to you were cold and empty. You rubbed your eyes to clear the sleep from them, then took a better look at Lambert’s side of the bed.
It was neatly made with not even so much as a wrinkle in the blanket. That was worrying. Lambert was anything but neat.
“Lambert?” You tried his name again, slipping out of bed.
Your bare feet were cold against the wooden floor. The fire must’ve been out. You shivered, rubbing your arms to try to create some sort of warmth.
In the main room of your home, you searched for Lambert. He wasn’t at the kitchen table, which was where he could be found some nights when he was too restless to lay in bed with you.
Your eyes flickered over to the door and your heart sunk.
His swords and armor weren’t where they usually rested by the door.
You took a few steps closer to the front door, hoping that maybe you just couldn’t see them from where you stood.
But they were gone. They weren’t there.
Where was Lambert? Why had he left?
“Lambert!”
Firm hands held your shoulders, beckoning you awake.
Your eyes were wide as you stared up at the witcher leaning over you. He looked confused and concerned, his brows furrowed together.
“Are you–,”
Before he could even finish his sentence, you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you. You didn’t care that he was nearly crushing you with his weight. He was there. He wasn’t gone.
Once he was able to get his arm free, Lambert propped himself up beside your head enough so that he wouldn’t squish you.
“What happened?” He kissed your head.
You breathed out, your breath tickling his bare chest.
“You were gone.”
Your answer made Lambert’s stomach churn.
He shifted to lay next to you, propping himself up on one elbow so he could use his other hand to brush over your hair.
“Well…. I’m right here, so don’t worry about it. It was just a stupid dream.”
You nodded, still sniffling.
He could see the tears leaving trails down your cheeks and see the way the nightmare still tormented your thoughts.
“I’m not going anywhere without telling you and letting you know, got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good.” He kissed your forehead firmly. “Try to get some sleep, bug.”
Hi darling, your prompts gave me an idea for a cute Lambert x mercenary reader with the prompts “you got me flowers?” And “I just wanted to thank you for protecting me”, only it’s Lambert whose giving the reader flowers for saving him ;)
A/N: I meant to have these out sooner, but with the kittens I've taken in (totally unplanned lmao) and a few other things, I wasn't able to do so when I wanted. But here it is! I hope you like this :)
Warnings: nothing outside of canon
The river water was cool as you washed the blood from your hands. Your eyes flickered across the river momentarily, spitting something moving just across the water.
There was a rabbit on the other side, ears perked up to cautiously listen for danger.
Just a few feet behind you, you could hear Lambert moving around.
You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see him disappear into the thicket of bushes behind you.
“Haven’t you had enough fun for the day, Lambert?” You stood to your feet and wiped your own wet hands off on the legs of your trousers.
The witcher didn’t answer you.
You shook your head.
“What is he up to?” You thought out loud as you moved towards the horses.
His gelding, Champion, was tethered next to your mare, Red.
You brushed your hand along Champion’s flank and up to his shoulder. He shifted in his spot, jerking his head back and letting out an unhappy grunt. Champion stepped away from you, which was odd for the horse. He usually loved your company.
You furrowed your brow, drawing your hand from him. Upon further inspection, you realized there was an open wound on his shoulder. He had been cut. It wasn’t deep, but it was bleeding.
“Did it happen when those bandits got ol’ Lambert?” You cooed, moving around the front of him. As you did so, you scratched under his chin.
You went to your saddle on Red and pulled out a few ointments and something to clean the wound with.
As you were putting ointment on the wound, the bushes to your left began to rustle.
You looked in the direction of the noise, making note of the daggers on either of your hips.
A few moments later, Lambert emerged from the thicket with something in his hand.
“What were you doing?” You brought your eyes back to Champion’s shoulder.
“What’s wrong with Champ?” He avoided your question.
“One of those bandits got him. Nothing too bad. Probably doesn’t feel pleasant though.” You looked up to Champion’s head, giving him a little smile. “He’s a sweet boy.”
“He’s an ass.”
“Only to you.” You returned to Red’s saddle to put the ointments back.
You mounted your horse, eyes scanning the woods before you.
“We should be going. If someone passes by and they are heading into town, it could bring trouble.”
“Yeah, yeah. Before we go, here.” Lambert handed you a modest bouquet of wildflowers.
You took them with a bit of confusion. It was very out of character for Lambert to do something so nice as to even compliment you, let alone give you flowers.
You furrowed your brows as you looked at him.
“You…. got me flowers?”
He climbed atop Champion, adjusting his grip on the reins.
“Consider it a thank you, you know, for protecting me.” He muttered. “Saved my life back there.”
You had indeed saved his life. There were many bandits that had come from both sides of the road and ambushed you. Champion threw Lambert and Red took off with you still on her. This left Lambert to get surrounded by nearly two dozen bandits and thieves.
A/N: Hi babes! I know it’s been a while, but my summer has yet to be a chill and relaxed one. But I will continue to write what I can, when I can :)
Warnings: nothing outside of canon,
Word Count: 4.1k
Summary: Lambert comes home.
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A clap of thunder made you jump, your hand coming to cover your heart.
Your cat, Bread, meowed loudly and weaved between your legs.
“It’s just a little thunderstorm, handsome boy.” You leaned down to pet his head.
You returned to the soup you were making, stirring a few bay leaves into the pot.
Even though it was late in the evening and the sun had long since set, you were just getting around to making dinner for yourself. Time had escaped you earlier in the day. You found a rather intriguing book and dived into it, losing all sense of time as the day went by quickly.
The next thing you knew, it was nighttime and a thunderstorm had rolled in.
Bread meowed again, rubbing against your calf.
“You’ve already had your dinner, silly.” You smiled down at him.
A sudden echoing thud against the front down made you jolt, a squeak of surprise escaping your lips. Your hand slapped over your mouth as you listened for the noise again.
Your heart began to race in your chest at the possibilities of what could have caused the noise. A fallen branch? Debris the heavy wind could have stirred up? A person even?
The thud came again.
Goosebumps began to rise on your skin. There was no way the wind caused that noise. It had to be someone.
Who the hell would be at your door at such a time of night and in the middle of a storm?
Worries began to swarm your mind. They mustn’t be here for anything good.
You picked up Bread and began to take slow, quiet steps towards the hall that led to your room.
“Y/N– Fuck!” A familiar voice shouted. “I can hear you in there! It’s just me!”
You put Bread down on to a chair and hurried to the door. You pulled it open, then quickly pulled Lambert into your home.
He was soaked to the bone and his red ringlets were disheveled from the wind and the rain.
He let the satchel over his shoulder fall to the floor, then he took the sheath for his swords off.
“I didn’t know you’d be coming so early in the spring.” You picked up his satchel and placed it on the table.
As you turned to face him, his arms suddenly embraced you and he kissed your lips. You were pleasantly surprised by the kiss. Your hands came to hold his shoulder and his cheek, fingertips brushing over his scruffy jaw.
“Missed you.” He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closing.
“I missed you too.” You smiled. “And as much as I love your hugs, I am not a fan of getting my clothes wet.”
He stepped back, looking down at his attire.
“All my shit’s drenched from the fuckin’ rain.” Lambert moved to his satchel.
“I think I have one or two pairs of your trousers from last autumn.” You turned to go to your room.
Lambert followed behind you.
“How are Vesemir and your brothers doing?”
“Vesemir’s good. Old bastard’s still runnin’ around annoyin’ the piss outta whoever he comes across.”
“He only annoys you.” You grinned a little.
Once you were in your room, you began to search the wardrobe for the trousers you had folded away months ago.
“What of Eskel, Coen, and Geralt? Anything exciting with those boys?”
“Geralt brought his bard. He was annoying too, like a little gnat always yapping.”
“Who doesn’t annoy you?” You paused your search to look over to your witcher, a teasing grin playing on your lips. “Me?”
“Nah. Everyone annoys me.” He grinned.
“Hmm. I’ll keep that one in mind.”
“Coen got himself a new nasty scar just across his collarbone. Said a pair of griffins did it to him.”
“Oh, you boys worry me– Aha!” You found the trousers and pulled them out. “There. You can change into that and then come out to the kitchen. Dinner should be done momentarily.”
“You made me dinner? How sweet of you.” The witcher teased, taking the trousers from you.
In truth, you had just made enough soup for a couple days, so there was plenty for him.
“Get out of your wet clothes. We’ll string a line up in the front room so your clothes can dry quicker.” You smiled at him, your hand lingering on his arm before you began to make your way towards the door.
But Lambert caught your hand, ushering you to stay for just a moment.
“I really did miss you, bug.” His voice was quiet. He squeezed your fingers gently.
Hi! If you're still taking requests for the witcher, could you please write one with reader x Lambert or reader x Eskel where they start a relationship with a single mother and she has two kids? Going through a rough patch and could use some comfort from these guys.
Thank you again for everything you've already written. <3 it's helped a lot.
A/N: Hi babe! I hope you're doing okay <3 I know this took a bit to get out and I apologize for that, but I hope it's okay :) I chose game!Lambert
Warnings: none, pure fluff,
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The summer sun was hot as it beat down on your skin. A cool breeze blew through the air.
The sound of your children screaming made you turn your head in their direction. You knew the sounds were of happiness. They were ecstatic to be playing in the creek that ran past your home. But your instincts forced you to look at them just to make sure they were okay.
Your eldest, a bright and bubbly girl named Maren, ran from her brother, an intelligent and cheerful boy named Tavish.
A horse whinnied, stealing your attention from the children.
Coming down the dirt road that led to your home was Lambert.
You finished hanging up the dress of Maren’s and then wiped your hands off on your skirt.
Maren and Tavish took off past you, racing each other to get to the witcher.
He slid down from Champion’s saddle to greet them with open arms.
“Careful, you two.” You cautioned them. “Don’t want to scare Champion.”
Lambert ruffled Tavish’s hair, his golden eyes flickering up to you. He gave you a little sideways grin and shook his head. That was his way of telling you it was okay.
“Lambert! Lambert!” Tavish tugged on his jerkin.
“Hey, squirt!” Lambert picked the boy up, his face scrunching up when he realized Tavish’s clothes were soaking wet. “Why are you wet?”
“We were playing in the stream!” Maren laughed.
“Alright, you two.” You placed your hand on the back of Maren’s head. “Lambert’s probably exhausted after such a long day of traveling. Let’s give him some space.”
“If I wanted space, I wouldn’t have come here.” He spoke quietly. His words caused a warmth to fill your chest. “I have something for you two.”
Lambert placed Tavish down on the ground and went to one of his saddle bags.
“What did you get me?” Tavish jumped up and down.
“Ah, ah, mister. Ladies first.” Lambert took out an item that was wrapped in a cloth. “For you, sweetie. Got this while I was in Cintra.”
Maren’s face lit up as she hastily unwrapped the gift. She squealed in delight, clutching the doll to her chest.
“And for you, little man.” Lambert handed Tavish a small book. “This comes from a good friend of mine. He made it himself.”
Tavish looked at the front of the book, admiring the golden lettering even though he had yet to learn to read anything beyond basic words.
“It says ‘Tales of theWhite Wolf.’’ Maren read out loud.
“Momma! Momma! We have to read it tonight!” Tavish exclaimed.
“We will, darling.” You nodded your head with a smile. “Why don’t you both go put those gifts inside so they aren’t ruined?”
You watched as they hurried into the house.
As the door closed, you turned back to the witcher.
“You look rough.” He held his hands out for you. You allowed him to take your hands and draw you into his chest.
“Thank you for that.”
Lambert leaned down to kiss your lips.
“I meant it in the nicest way.”
“It’s just been a busy day.” You shake your head with a smile. “There was a storm three days ago, and I’ve had quite a bit of cleaning up to do because of it.”
“What kind of cleaning up?”
“Oh, just the fun kind.” You sighed. “A few fences were torn down by a couple fallen trees. There’s a window that was broken on the house around the back. A door to the barn broke off its hinges too. And there’s been a lot of just cleaning up sticks and twigs. The kids have been helping me where they can, but there’s only so much they can do.”
“I can help.” Lambert didn’t hesitate to offer.
“I can’t let you do that, Lambert.” You shook your head. He almost seemed offended that you declined his help.
“Why the hell not?”
“You haven’t come here to fix up and tidy things around my home.” Your answered had a deeper meaning to it, and he knew this.
The witcher rolled his eyes.
“I came here for you and those two kids inside.” He nodded to your home that stood behind you. “Don’t be such a stubborn ass about it and let me help you, bug. Okay?”
You were quiet for a few moments.
“What’s the worst that could happen? I keep coming around?”
You smiled, looking past him to where his horse still stood.
“If you’d really like nothing more than to chop wood and fix fences all day–,”
“For you, I would do anything.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “But only for you. If anyone else asks, the answer is a big fat no.”
Tavish and Maren came out of the house.
You started to pull away from Lambert but he kept you close.
“Bug, don’t ever think that I come here for anything other than you and those two.” Lambert murmured quietly, honey eyes holding your gaze.
You nodded your head, your heart swelling with something you hadn’t felt in a long time.
He let you go and walked past you towards your children.
“Alright, you two. Do either of you know how to chop wood?”
“No!”
“Well then, today is a good day to learn!”
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Silly fic prompt: Lambert's crush is trying to cheer Ciri up by teaching her to bake cookies but Lambert and Coen crash their baking lesson with their antics. Also Dad Geralt may or may not make an appearance :)
A/N: So.... I read this a little wrong and might have done it as Lambert's SO.... I'm sorry! But I think it still turned out super cute
Warnings: nothing outside of canon, there's a rat, fluff (not the rat, the fic lmao)
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“Are you sure there’s nothing I can help you with, Y/N” Ciri asked you, picking up a piece of apple from the bowl on the table and putting it into her mouth. You had diced up apples for the pies you had already made and what was left of the apples were put into a bowl on the table.
“You can keep me company.” You spoke over your shoulder. You were stoking the fire. It needed to get just a bit hotter in order to properly bake cookies.
Cirilla groaned loudly.
“No offense, darling, but the last time you tried to help me in the kitchen, you nearly caught your hair on fire.”
“Geralt put the fire out before it could get too out of control.”
“He isn’t here now, is he?” You turned to look at the young girl. “Why don’t you go find him or Lambert and keep one of them company? I know Geralt and Vesemir left the keep for the day but I’m sure you could find Lambert or Coen around here somewhere.”
“I am going to die of boredom before the winter is over.” Ciri put her head down on the table. “Coen’s fixing the roof to the stables for the horses. Vesemir keeps nagging him about it. Lambert is looking into a problem in that wall that’s down towards the lake. Vesemir said something about giant rodents.”
You chuckled.
“I’m sure Lambert will enjoy that.”
“What are you making?” Ciri lifted her head to watch you combine flour and sugar into a bowl.
“Cookies.”
That seemed to interest her. She stood up and moved to stand closer to you so she could better watch you.
“What kind of cookies?”
“A few different kinds. Molasses, gingersnap, chocolate chip, and snickerdoodle.”
“Why so many?”
“Well, because that’s everyone’s favorite.” You smiled a little. “Vesemir likes molasses cookies.”
“Of course he does.”
“Lambert loves chocolate chip cookies, and Coen loves snickerdoodles. And gingersnap is Geralt’s favorite.”
Ciri crinkled her nose.
“Gingersnap is terrible. You make cookies for all of them?”
“Every winter.” You nodded.
Ciri fell quiet for a few moments as she continued to watch you mix ingredients together.
“I’ve…. I don’t know how to make cookies.”
You turned your head to look at her. Her eyes met yours.
“I didn’t spend a lot of time in the kitchen back home.”
“I can teach you, if you’d like.” You offered. “It can be a little tricky, but it’s rather easy.”
“I’d like that.” She smiled.
***
The sound of boisterous laughter made you lift your head from the tray of cookies you were holding for Ciri.
“Oh gods. Here they come.” You groaned. You placed the tray down on the table and took off the oven mit.
“Do…. Do I need to stop?” Ciri asked, a bit confused.
The doors to the kitchen burst open. Coen was the first to run in, laughing as he looked over his shoulder.
“No running in my kitchen.” Your words fell on deaf ears.
Not even a second later, Lambert was entering the room with something in his hands.
“Coen! Get your ass back here!”
“Y/N is going to beat you!” Coen hurried to the other side of the kitchen where you were as if he was going to use you as a safe space from whatever the red haired witcher was doing.
“Chicken shit! Hiding out in a kitchen from a wee little thing!” Lambert tried to walk around the table but you held your hand up to him.
“No rough housing in my kitchen, Lambert.”
“We aren’t rough housing, love.” He shook his head.
“He’s got a rat in his hands, Y/N!”
“You fucking–,”
“Lambert, take whatever it is that you have back to wherever you found it.” You cut Lambert off, pointing to the door.
“We’re just havin’ a bit of fun, bug.”
“You can have fun elsewhere. Kitchens are not made for your little rodent friends. You and your brothers may be immune to whatever diseases they carry, but Ciri isn’t.”
Lambert huffed, turning to take the rat out of the kitchen. He pushed the door open with his boot and let the rat go just beyond the door of the kitchen.
You stared at him in disbelief.
“How many times did Vesemir drop him on his head when he was little?” Ciri asked.
“Too many times.” Coen sighed. Once he was sure the rat problem was gone, he turned his attention to the cookies. “What are you making?”
While they spoke about the cookies, you made sure to watch Lambert.
He made his way around the table, eyeing the covered bowls that he knew contained fresh cookies.
“Don’t even think about touching anything until you’ve scrubbed your hands.”
His brown eyes flickered up to you, brows furrowing together.
“What do you take me for, Y/N? Some kind of filthy animal?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. Go wash your hands.”
He rolled his eyes at you but complied.
“It’s people like you that caused the plague, you know.” You returned to helping Ciri with the cookies.
“The plague wasn’t all that bad. That was how we met, wasn’t it?” Lambert raised a brow. “You were tending to that village outside of Flotsam when I passed through.”
“Don’t try to make your knack of being unhygienic romantic.”
The witcher dried his hands off on a rag and set it aside, then approached you from behind. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your head.
“I can make anything romantic.”
“No, you cannot.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Now, go on. I’ve got things to finish, and I don’t need you distracting me.”
Lambert grumbled under his breath, moving to sit at the table across from Coen.
The door to the kitchen swung open and in walked Geralt.
“Welcome back, Geralt.” You greeted him first.
“How was the trip?” Ciri asked him.
“I forgot how much Vesemir likes to talk.”
“The only difference between him and Lambert’s non stop yapping, is Vesemir’s is mostly useful.” Coen chuckled, earning a scowl from Lambert.
“Where is Vesemir?” Ciri furrowed her brow.
“Heard a rat scurrying through the Great Hall. Insisted on setting traps to prevent an infestation.”
All eyes shifted to Lambert, who grinned.
“I hope Ciri hasn’t been any trouble for you.” Geralt moved to watch Ciri move cookies from a hot cookie sheet to a cooling rack.
“No trouble at all.” You shook your head with a smile. “She’s much less trouble than the other two boys I often have to look after.”
“I’m sure.” The White Wolf glanced over to Lambert and Coen.
“I did absolutely nothing.” Coen shook his head. “Lambert let a rat loose in the hall.”
“Coen!”
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Honestly Netflix Lambert fluff is keep me going these days. Would you by chance be willing to write a Netflix Lambert x female reader where they’re cuddling and keeping warm during a winter in Kaer Morhen. Please and thank! I love your writing!
A/N: I hope you enjoy this babe!
Warnings: mostly fluff, just a little bit of angst, Lambert is a bit of a dick but he's Lambert
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The door to the Great Hall creaked open, causing all four witchers to look up in your direction.
You pulled the cloak tighter around your shoulders. You didn’t think it was possible, but the hall was far colder than the room you shared with Lambert.
The red haired witcher's gaze lingered on you momentarily before he looked back down to the cards in his hand.
“Thought you were asleep, woman.” His deep voice was the only noise in the hall.
The wolves must’ve been extremely focused on their card game for it to be so quiet.
“I was for a while.” You moved around the table, curiously eyeing their game. You didn’t understand whatever game it was they were playing, but it looked like Coen was winning. “But I’ve been waiting for you.”
Eskel snickered. A grin came to Geralt’s face as he peered across the table to his brother.
“You hear that, Lambchop?” Coen nodded in your direction. “She’s been waiting for you.”
“Fuck off!” Lambert swatted a hand in Coen’s direction. That furrow in his brow that seemed permanent stayed there as he shifted his gaze to you. “The hell are you waitin’ on me for?”
“It’s cold, and I’d much rather not freeze to death.”
Coen and Eskel cackled like you had just said the funniest thing in the world. Geralt did a better job at hiding his amusement.
“She wants you to keep her warm, wolf!” Eskel hit his hand against the table with enough force to jar the tankards.
You held no shame in letting the wolves know how sweet and kind Lambert was. But you knew Lambert was a difficult man. He didn’t like to show that side of himself, and especially to those who knew him to be a hardass.
The red haired witcher cursed under his breath, rubbing his eyes as his brothers poked fun at him for a few moments.
“I’ll be up in a little bit, woman.”
“I can wait down here–,”
“I said I’ll be up in a little bit.” He cut you off. His tone caught you by surprise, making you take a moment to process what he said.
You adjusted the cloak and took in a breath.
“If you’d like to keep that attitude when you come up, don’t bother coming to bed.”
You turned to walk away, ignoring the rambunctious laughter that echoed through the hall.
Lambert growled, pushing himself to his feet. He followed you quickly, reaching you just as you left the hall.
“I didn’t mean it to sound like that, woman.”
“I know.” You continued down the hall without sparing a glance over your shoulder.
“Then why the hell are you still walking away from me like that?”
“Because at the moment, I just want to go to bed and try to sleep.” You turned to face him. “I came down to see if you’d be coming to bed soon. I didn’t ask that your brothers tease you about anything. You didn’t have to direct that anger on to me.”
“I was just…. I didn’t mean to, bug.”
You looked at him for a few moments, your shoulders slumping as you let out a breath.
“Are you that ashamed of us?” You tilted your head to the side a little.
Lambert shook his head, taking a few steps towards you.
“Hell no, bug. I just…. Sometimes I forget and I’m not used to it all. And the lads, they’re just asswipes about it.”
“Does it bother you that they mess with you?”
“Not really. It’s annoying as fuck, sure. But I’ve dealt with them all my life. They’ve always been like that, the lot of pricks.”
You rubbed your upper arm, nodding softly.
Lambert closed the space between you both, large hands coming up to your arms.
“Think it’s a good time to go to bed.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, his beard scratching your skin in a pleasant way.
***
Once you arrived at his room, you took the cloak off and climbed into his bed.
“For fuck’s sake, bug. You should’ve said the fire went out.” Lambert looked at the heart, nudging the barely lit embers with his boot.
“I was going to.”
With a simple sign of igni, flames engulfed the wood once more.
Once his boots were taken off, Lambert clambered into bed with you. But instead of getting in on his side, he climbed over to your side.
“Lambert, what are you–!” You squealed as he let himself fall down on top of you, practically crushing you with his weight.
“M’gonna keep you warm, bug.” He tucked his face into your neck, knowing very well his facial hair would tickle you.
“Lambert!” You tried to push against him, but he was far too heavy. You only succeeded in pushing his arm. “You’re squishing need to death!”
“I wouldn’t do that! I’m keeping you warm.” He turned his head to start kissing your neck.
“I’m tired, Lambert!” You whined. “I want to sleep!”
He grumbled and groaned as he got off of you and settled with lying next to you.
Almost immediately, you buried yourself in his chest.
“You’re so warm.” You buried your nose in the front of his neck.
“Fuck! Your nose is ice cold!”
“I told you I was freezing.” You muttered.
His large arms engulfed you, drawing you in to him even more.
“Good night, bug.”
“Good night, Lambert.”
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I am a sucker for Netflix!Lambert so i was hoping you could write someting for him. Like the reader comes to Kaer Morhen with Triss to help with Ciri, and also reunites with Lambert, something cute 😄.
A/N: Hi babe! I have had this finished for a while and I thought I already posted this specific fic.... but I don't believe I have.... So if someone recognizes it as something they have seen before, please let me know! I will redo your (anon's) request and make a new one!
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“Have you ever thought of letting the poor girl bathe, Geralt?” You said. Ciri turned her head to you, scowling.
“I bathe!”
“It surely doesn’t look like it, darling.”
“Kaer Morhen isn’t exactly accommodated for princesses.” Geralt told you.
“Bathing isn’t just for princesses, you dimwit.”
The White Wolf let out a sigh, adjusting his grip on the boar that he carried over his shoulders.
“Oh, Y/N. I’ve missed you.”
“I’m sure you have.” You fixed the way your cloak wrapped around your body in an effort to retain as much body heat as you could. The wind was chilling and snow was beginning to fall.
“Who’s come this winter?” Triss asked from her place to your right.
“I suppose all that’s left of us. Vesemir, Coen, Eskel. Just the usual.”
“And Lambert?”
“He–,”
“He’s there.” You spoke over Geralt, keeping your eyes focused on the path ahead. “I’d know if something happened to him.”
“Keeping your eye on him?” Geralt raised a brow in your direction.
“I have to. He’s an imbecile and a moron. If he gets himself killed, I don’t want his corpse to be rotting in an alley or field for months until we find him.”
“Ever the optimist, aren’t you?”
“I find it a little difficult to be optimistic about the same man who once tried to fight an entire clan of nekkers without elixirs or his swords.”
“I remember hearing about that.” Triss looked over at you. “Lambert said he was dared to fight them without any weapons.”
“I believe he was drunk when he accepted the dare and even more drunk during the fight.”
You nodded softly, letting out a sigh.
***
“I brought dinner.” Geralt announced as Triss opened the door to the keep for the group following behind her which consisted of yourself, Cirilla, and Geralt.
Vesemir turned to face the small party that entered the dining hall.
“More than that.” A fond smile came to Vesemir’s face as he approached Triss, his eyes flickering between you and the redhead. “My child, what a surprise.”
As the two greeted each other, your eyes focused on the red haired witcher just behind him.
“Ah, hell. Who invited the fucking mages?” Lambert crossed his arms as you approached him. He did his best to stand stoic and stone faced, but the smile that crept across your lips seemed to break him. A smile of his own came out beneath his beard.
“I think Lambert’s got you beat for the prettiest red curls at Kaer Morhen, Triss.” You looked over your shoulder to tease your friend but before you could even look back at Lambert, he was wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off of the floor.
You laughed as he squeezed you with enough force to nearly break your bones.
“Prettiest my ass.” He set you back on your feet.
“I wish you ladies had come sooner.” Vesemir spoke, taking your attention away from him. “We all could have used you.”
“Hopefully we still can.” Geralt said. Your eyes fell on Ciri, offering the girl a smile when she looked at you.
“I’ll go and dress for dinner. I assume you’ll all want to wash up as well?” Triss began to cross the room.
Coen scoffed, looking at Lambert.
“Let me rephrase that for Triss. If you don’t wash, you don’t eat.” You looked from Coen, to Lambert, then to Geralt. “Understood?”
“Fucking shit. Are you going to lash us if we don’t listen?” Lambert’s hand fell from your back.
“Oh, I wouldn’t give you the pleasure, darling.” You smirked just a little. “Now go prepare that boar. Ciri and I will make sure the kitchen is ready.”
“What?” Ciri furrowed her brows. She looked to Geralt as if he’d get her out of kitchen duty.
“You don’t want to argue with her.” The White Wolf shook his head.
“Last one who tried turned into fiend food.” Coen added with a chuckle.
“Come along, princess.” You began to lead the way to the kitchen.
Lambert followed you first, moving ahead to push the door to the kitchen open for you.
He didn’t even give you two seconds to enter the kitchen before he was grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a kiss.
You couldn’t help but laugh against his lips, your hands coming up to hold on to his broad shoulders. His facial hair tickled and scratched your skin, but you didn’t mind. You actually missed the feeling. It was a pleasant reminder of your witcher.
But the moment didn’t last long as Cirilla entered the kitchen. You pulled away from Lambert, pressing your hand against his chest.
“Princess, wash your hands up and find some dishes in the cupboard, would you? I’m not sure if anyone’s showed you, but the dishes are in the cupboard over there.” You pointed across the room.
“We have dishes?” Ciri raised her eyebrows.
Lambert chuckled.
“How was the Path?” You asked him, your eyes flickering down to the medallion on his chest.
“Long and fucking annoying. I really wish you’d join me.” He spoke quietly, briefly eyeing the princess just to make sure she wasn’t trying to eavesdrop on your conversation.
“I have my own duties to tend to.” You gave him a little smile. “You know that.”
“I know.” He grumbled, bringing his hand up to hold your hand that rested against his chest. “Just sometimes wish I had ya around to keep me company.”
The door to the kitchen opened again and in walked Coen and Geralt. Geralt carried the boar across his shoulders.
“What are you doing with that in here?” You pointed to the slain animal. Geralt placed it down on the table in the center of the kitchen with little ease.
“Butchering it so we can eat it.” He answered you very matter of factly.
“Not in here you aren’t!”
“It’s cold as fuck outside!”
“Oh come on, Y/N! Afraid of a little blood?” Coen teased.
You glared at him.
“Fine. Butcher the beast, then I want the entire kitchen scrubbed top to bottom.”
“Ha!” Lambert barked out a laugh.
“That includes you.” You told him.
“Who’s really in charge here? Her or Vesemir?” Coen muttered to Geralt as the latter began to cut into the boar. “Y/N, have you asked Lambert about that new scar on the side of his neck?”
“What?” You turned your head to look at the witcher.
“Piss off, Coen!”
“What the hell did you do, Lambert?”
“Got into it with a nasty wyvern without my sword.” The witcher grinned as though it was something to be proud of.
You opened your mouth to say something, but found that you were too stunned to speak.
You took Lambert’s chin and turned his head so you could inspect the scar. It was nasty and jagged and made your stomach churn from what could have happened, what nearly happened.
You shook your head, rubbing your brow. You could feel a headache beginning– and you had only just arrived at Kaer Morhen.
“See, Geralt? An absolute imbecile.”
Geralt nodded as if he agreed, a little grin playing on his features.
“How is it that you’re able to keep track of Lambert’s whereabouts if you two aren’t together on the Path?” Ciri curiously asked you.
“He wears a talisman that allows me to hone in on his location whenever I’d like. It also detects his life force, so if his heart were to cease beating, I’d know.” You moved away from Lambert, knowing you needed to help get dinner started and it wouldn’t happen if you stayed near him.
“Spying on me?” Lambert placed his hands on his hips. “You sorceresses and your tricks.”
You smiled, glancing over to him.
“Oh, darling witcher. I thought you enjoyed my tricks.”
“Well that depends on the trick.”
“Keep it clean.” Geralt interjected, nodding in Ciri’s direction. “She doesn’t need to hear any of that.”
“I don’t need to hear any of that.” Coen shook his head.
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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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