Narinder watched as Lamb created his cult. He watched as they fought, as they interacted with their followers, as they gained more and more power. But he was sure that when the time came, they would return the crown to him. But that was not the case. Narinder had indeed freed himself from his shackles, but he had lost his former power and was now one of the followers of the cult. He was angry about it, but there wasn't much he could do. The others were afraid to get close to him, and the only one besides Lamb and his siblings who approached him was you. You were one of the followers of the cult and one of those who took care of plants. Every time he looked at you, he didn't understand what was wrong with you. You lived in a dangerous world where anyone could kill you without any problems, but for some reason you continued to smile sincerely and see as much good as possible around you
He didn't understand how you could stay like this. You took care of everyone when there was no leader. You helped everyone and Narinder often watched you. He was watching, studying you with his eyes, and you couldn't help but notice that he was looking at you. You smiled at him like you didn't care who he was, and it even made him angry. Sometimes you came over to talk to him, even if he didn't respond to your words very often. You just tried to get along with him, and over time you started to get along. Narinder walked with you, he helped you with your work, and when you were resting, he sat quietly next to you. The others didn't dare to interfere with you for no particular reason, and Lamb, seeing the changes in him, couldn't help but smile. They were more than happy that Narinder and you were able to get along
You've often grown camellias. You had a separate plot of farmland where you grew camellias. Usually, all the flowers were used for medicines for the sick, but sometimes, when you had no shortage of medicinal plants, you would pick flowers and make wreaths out of them. You carried some wreaths to the graves and crypts of your deceased comrades, and you gave some to your still-living friends. Narinder was standing apart from the others and watching them when you approached him with a smile on your lips and hiding your hands behind your back. You told him that you had a surprise for him and asked him to close his eyes. He understood that you wouldn't do something bad or make fun of him, so he closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he felt something on his head. It turned out to be a wreath of red camellias. You had no particular reason to make a wreath for him, you said you just wanted to please him a little. You left, going back to your business, and Narinder watched you go, unsure exactly how he felt about you
Narinder did not remember experiencing such feelings before. He had been a imprisoned god for a long time, he was the one who terrified others. But that wasn't the case now. Now they were afraid of him, but they were much less afraid of him, and it was as if you weren't afraid of him at all. It was as if you saw in him someone good, someone who didn't try to kill the cult leader whom you trusted even with your own life. Narinder didn't understand how you could stay like this despite everything that you, like the others, have been through. But you kept reaching out to him, and he didn't even notice how he started reaching out to you in return. He tried to stay the same, at least when someone else could see you, but sometimes when he wanted to make sure you were there, he hugged you. If you had mentioned it, he would have denied it, but he knew that he would have come to you again anyway to feel you gently stroking his back and hugging him, without asking about the reasons for the hug or trying to find out anything from him
He would never admit to anyone, including himself, that he was attracted to you. He liked having you around. You were less annoying than the others and he even enjoyed spending time with you. His siblings saw it but were silent for now. They were curious to see what would happen. But for now, Narinder continued to stay some distance away from you. But Lamb also saw how Narinder began to feel about you. They weren't going to give him time to think, already coming up with a plan how they could bring you closer. Still, they wanted their followers to continue to see them as a caring leader
or as i had titled it in my dock, social mirroring! yay! this is not the first fic ive written for this years flufftober but this is the first one youre going to be seeing- just like last year ive written most of these in advance... way in advance... its currently january as i write this opening! woah! mostly because last year was cutting it close + i didnt like that so many fics were under 1k words... and also because i have plans to do something for kinktober on the nsft... so... yeah! that being said i doubt ill reopen this or revise this fic when its done so uhuhuh obligatory "if any new updates or lore come out between now and october and now this isnt totally accurate" this is why LMAO
prompt: you notice narinder doesnt... blink...
notes: reader is gn, any creature reader, post game but not post final bishop quest, narinder does not like his new life as a fallen god, not really romantic not really platonic BUT youre like. one of the only people in the flock who doesnt totally ignore him or give him the stink eye, you slow blink at him... reader does not know what slow blinking means for cats
word count: 2.5k
cws: none
It’d been years now since the Lamb had returned form The Gateway- and although you have the feeling that you and your fellow flock members had followed them to the other side… any attempt to try to remember more left you with nothing but more confusion.
The only real evidence that something had happened- or that it happened at all- was the arrival of a new member in the flock.
He… smelled of rot, the smell only fading away months after he first appeared. His arms were always hidden and tucked out of sight, but the stench seemed to emanate from his hands- the way it intensified on the rare occasion he took them out around the flock. Some days… he smelled of camellias, as if he had stuffed them into his pockets to hide the scent of decay.
He was tall, as well. Taller than anyone you’ve ever seen, and bone thin. His fur allowed him to blend perfectly into the darkest corners of the temple during the morning sermons, allowing him to go completely unnoticed.
Or at least, he would’ve been if it weren’t for the bright red eyes that made him stick out.
In fact, it was his eyes that you noticed first. It wasn’t the rot or his sheer height, no- it was the way he seemed to keep all three of his eyes open at all times and fixed on the Lamb with such intensity that one wouldn’t be entirely unjustified for believing that he were about to pounce on them.
Three eyes, not the first time you’ve seen a member of the flock with odd anatomy. You’ve heard of past members of the flock having all sorts of… appearances.
Split open heads with eggs, extra eyes, mysterious black goo dripping from spikes in their heads.
Only having three eyes was… fairly normal in comparison to what you’ve heard about those in the past.
Three eyes, something so… strange but not outlandish- just enough to make your gaze on the newcomer linger for a little longer than what would be considered polite.
You weren’t the only one who noticed him, either.
But you seemed to be the only one who dared to approach him outside of when it was necessary.
He didn’t have a name, instead given many titles by those in the flock.
You personally… didn’t have one single name for him- none seemed to do him any justice.
He didn’t respond to anything you called him, anyway… only prompting you to continue to try to find something that seemed to please him.
Paired together to work on preparing dinner for the flock- you call him kitty as a joke and he nearly looks about ready to divorce your head from your body.
Your friend had once called him tall dark and handsome as he passed by… and in return the cat simply… stood there for a few seconds glowering down at them before his nose crinkled in disdain, before finally departing.
Catching him passing by while you work on chopping firewood for the coming winter, you call out to him and call him outsider- just as the others have called him countless times before. His stride doesn’t falter at all as he continues on his way to… whatever it is he does when he’s not in sight… though now that you thought about it when he was within your sight he seemed to simply… stand there. Watching.
You become painfully aware of the fact that not once have you seen him blink. Once you had tried to keep your own eyes for as long as possible to try to catch his lids fluttering- but no matter how long you tried or how many attempts his face remained still.
At some point you simply… gave up with trying to catch him blinking. Or making any face outside of disgust or anger, or simply nothing. Or to find out what name he may enjoy.
He… did not leave your mind but there were other things that you needed to do.
And as luck would have it, against all the odds you found yourself unable to sleep tonight. Even after a day of worshipping at the shrine and lending a hand to one rather chatty yellow cat, you hadn’t expended nearly enough energy for sleep to take you.
You toss and turn on your bed, unable to find a comfortable position- a fact that would leave some of the more ancient members of the flock scoffing and muttering about how they used to sleep on beds made of grass and twig- before finally sitting up.
With a tug you pull yourself to your feet and take a few short steps to the wooden desk set under the window of your shelter. Several thick books lay scattered across it- some were innocent, notes and tips written down by long gone cult members of how to make work more efficient. Farming, most of it, now that you were being sent to work on the crops to sustain the flock as it continues to grow.
However, one book was different.
While the lands of the old faith outside of the flock had been driven into chaos, the past deities ruling over it being rapidly forgotten outside of heretics… and what was written down.
It wasn’t just dead bishops that you had been interested in learning about, but rather you wanted to see if there was anything that could give you any clues on that… cat… if not who he was then maybe where he was from.
See, he was far from the only person who’s had extra parts or something seemingly… off about him… but you had also learned that those of that… nature… tended to have some sort of tie to the old faith.
And yet.
Nothing.
There was nothing that could give you any real answers for this mystery cultist. As if every piece of information had been scrubbed away and hidden.
You push the book away with zero interest to pour through it for another time, already knowing full well that there was nothing in there that would satisfy you.
A hiss escapes your teeth as you lift your head to your window… it’s dark out, even with the wisps of odd light flitting through the night. The faint glow they emitted was fleeting in the blackness. But… there was something else.
“What…” You mutter, squinting your eyes.
What you had momentarily mistaken for an oddly stagnant set of wisps actually… looked more like eyes. You rub your eyes and squint them in an attempt to get a better look outside… and soon enough a silhouette becomes more clear.
It was… the cat…
He wasn’t right in front of your window, in reality he was actually a fair distance away- but… you never noticed how his eyes faintly glowed in the dark, even with all of your staring at him.
You push away from your desk and to your door… You stumble in darkness, before managing to grab a candle… you light it, and step outside.
“Hey-” You weave your way towards him- hissing slightly as rocks and sticks poke into the bottoms of your feet. “Hey what are you…”
The three eyes dart to you, settling onto your form with an intensity… before…
Not quite softening but the look wasn’t as sharp as before- subdued, almost.
You close the gap between the two of you, giving the two of you a few feet of space. The golden flicker of the candle casted across the two of you almost made the cat’s fur appear a dull warmish brown. He… almost seemed to glitter under the light. Particles of dust, or that was simply how his coat looked exposed… you weren’t sure. It could be both, for all you knew.
“Heeeeey… three eyes…” You draw out when the cat doesn’t give a verbal answer.
His ears twitch in irritation at your newest nickname, and a scowl stretches across his face.
“Do not.” He began but you speak up again.
Maybe it was your curiosity desperately gnawing at you for some answers about this stranger, or maybe you were finally beginning to tire of his attitude.
“I wouldn’t need to call you all these names if you just told me what your actual name is, you know,” You screw your mouth into a tight line.
Your words take him aback for a moment. Once narrowed eyes widen momentarily before his frown returns, deeper this time.
Sharp white teeth glint in the light, sharp enough to dig right through your flesh. The sight of them bared alone would scare off the weaker minded of your flock… and here you still stand determined.
“Unless you like the name three eyes,” You break the silence as it continued to stretch on. You dare yourself to fix your gaze against his, your eyes being pierced by the unnatural redness of his own.
You hold his glare, even as it intensified with every word you spoke.
Before finally… his bristled fur begins to lie down flat again.
Not out of comfort but more out of…
“Narinder.”
Resignation.
“Narinder,” You repeat back as you maintain your staring contest with him.
Of all the times you had looked him in the eye in an attempt to catch him blinking… this was the first time you’ve held his gaze- before he had always been staring elsewhere. This was also the first time that you had done it while so close to him.
His eyes remain open. Unmoving as his mouth remains fixed in a frown.
“That’s a nice name, I don’t know why you were hiding it for so long… sounds a hell of a lot better than buddy or kitty,” You offer a smile that is not returned.
Narinder lets a huff of air out through his nose as his long ear twitches in irritation.
“By the way, I’m-” You start, but his hiss cuts right through your words.
“I am already aware of who you are, Pest,” Narinder says through gritted teeth. You hardly let the sharpness of his words knock you off guard. You’ve heard him say crueler things under his breath towards others in your attempts to figure him out.
He could have been far meaner in his words, and yet.
“Oh! Well that’s good to know, I’ve always hated having to introduce myself to folks,” You give him a lopsided grin. He does not return it, and instead narrows his eyes.
You copy the shift, squinting your eyes and lacking all of the annoyance.
“What are you doing,” Narinder hissed, lowering his head down closer to you. “Are you mocking me?”
“No,” Was your short answer.
Then slowly you close your eyes and blink. Your movements are sluggish as they open back up, a silent prompt for him to follow your lead. Maybe he didn’t know how to blink?
Instead Narinder reels back and stares at you incredulously.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Narinder snarled as the bristling of his fur returned.
Perhaps… you had done something wrong…
Maybe you’ve offended him for thinking he was dim enough for needing a visual on how to blink?
“Nothing? I’m just blinking, something you don’t do-” You only offer a shrug.
Narinder looks like he’s about to say something, but the honest indifference in your demeanor makes him bite back whatever insults he was about to send your way. He grumbles under his breath for a second, too hushed for you to catch exactly what he says…
“Damn… do you take me for a fool? Annoying little…” were the only words you were able to somewhat clearly catch.
You choose not to comment on that, instead letting the cat recompose himself- his gaze returning to its unfaltering glare, after it had… faltered.
His eyes squint, and right as you think he’s about to blink for you his eyelids slow to a standstill- reducing his eyes to red glowing slits in his face.
Narinder huffs one more time before turning on his heel… and stalked off into the darkness before you could properly register that he was leaving.
You whisper yelled after him-
“Good night Narinder!”
His footsteps pause for a moment before resuming… growing quieter and quieter…
The following day, you find Narinder standing off to the side- his gaze that once fixed on nothing in particular… was now glued right onto you. Wherever you went, Narinder followed. If you went to grab some food he followed you to the kitchens and watched you dig into a fresh bowl. If you went to the shrine to worship he hung close behind burning his stare into the back of your head as you lowered yourself to the statue of the Lamb.
And he followed you to the farmhouse as you got started on your share of your work with Julty- the yellow cat who had taken it upon themselves to show you how to properly care for the plants.
Throughout the day you faced Narinder, slowly blinking into his direction… and it was no different as you watered the plants, watering can in hand as you stared off towards him and slowly closed your eyes… and slowly opened them.
Even still, his eyes remained open.
“What are you doing..?” Julty asked softly as they caught you blinking again. Their ears were perked, head tilted slightly to the side in genuine confusion- but there was amusement in their stance as they stood there.
“I’m trying to get the newcomer to blink… you ever noticed he doesn’t blink?” You pull your gaze away from the black cat, and turn to the yellow one.
Julty’s eyes dart to Narinder for a second before returning to you.
“I mean… I guess it’s a little freaky… thought I was the only one who noticed- but…” They trail off before fighting the slight grin threatening to settle across their face.
“You do realize what that means to cats right… the slow blinking,”
You scrunch your face slightly.
“I’m… blinking?”
“You’re kind of saying that you love him, you know. Or at least trust him,” Julty snickers softly, their grin only widening as you process their words.
You… had been blinking at him… all day…
Your eyes dart to Narinder, then back to Julty. Then to Narinder again.
Your eyes remain wide, shocked as they settle back on Julty who is now fighting a fit of giggles.
“And you didn’t think to tell me this sooner?”
“You never asked, and to be fair I didn’t realize that’s what you were doing- I thought you just kept getting dirt in your eyes,”
Julty hums as he shifts the sack of fertilizer in their arms. “You can be mortified later, I still need you to help me finish moving things,” They move on from the topic casually, all while the weight of what you’ve been doing continues to mount on you.
With one last glance in Narinder’s direction, you follow Julty back into the barn to finish your work…
Narinder had his head lying on your lap, Narinder claimed to be tired but he seemed to have a lot of energy to talk bad about Lambert but at this point you are probably used to it.
It was a little difficult to pay attention to his words as the desire to just pet him grew more and more,his fur looks so soft! You couldn't hold it anymore so you gently patted his head.
Narinder was silent but the silence was soon replaced by a purring sound, you gasped in surprise.
Narinder realized he was purring and quickly took his head off your lap, he looked embarrassed.
[Reader]: Were you purring?!
Narinder: N-No! You're probably hearing things!
[Reader]: But I felt it!
Narinder: Y-You imagined it! I would never do something like that!
He said as he stood up and then ran away, you took a deep breath and gave a small smile.
Can i request follower!Narinder x follower!reader who's kind heart person? Like they always want to help other even tho they rude to them,and they forgive them eventually but Narinder cannot handle seeing his spouse being disrespectful.
I want this to be oneshot angst/fluff pls thank you and have a nice day/night🥰
"How goes...your marriage..?"
"Hmph..hello to you too, sister." Narinder rolled his eyes as he sat by the pond with a bowl of stew, hoping for some peace and quiet.
But of course, ever since his siblings arrived into Lamb's cult and learned that he was betrothed to a mortal..he hasn't known such things.
He could tolerate Heket at the very least, since Kallamar was off flirting with gods-know-who, Leshy was on a missionary, and Shamura was reading their usual books.
"It fairs well. I sometimes find it funny.."
"Hm?"
"Shamura surely couldn't have predicted that I would become wedded to a measly mortal..let alone find myself in my vessel's cult. I was to sacrifice them and all of Lamb's followers. Yet when I ended up here..[y/n] was the first to reach out a hand and help me find my place." The black cat huffed. "When others mocked me..they defended my name day and night despite my past transgressions, willing to lookover the fact I once thought of them as nothing but a pawn in my game."
"You've..gotten soft..brother.." Heket lightly teased, earning her a scowl from him. However, something in the distance caught her eyes, and she tensed. "Go."
"What? Go away, you mean?" He blinked in confusion, taken aback by her command as he sneered. "I open my heart up to you, and you have the nerve to-?!"
"[Y/n]." She simply pointed, and he followed her gaze to the drinkhouse where you were trying to help a drunken follower stand on their own two feet.
While you could normally handle that sort of thing, something about it didn't sit right with Narinder. They were acting rather belligerent, babbling nonsense and causing a barrel to topple over, all while refusing to surrender their empty glass.
Only then he remember you were the bartender for today and were trying to close up shop.
He got up, deciding to let Heket finish his stew, and began walking over. His footsteps were silent as to not draw attention to himself.
He wanted to observe how you'd handle the situation.
"Please, go rest." You gently tried to urge the inebriated follower. "You've had enough."
"Don't touch meeeeeee...I ain't-" A hiccup interrupted them as their face became redder, words so slurred you could hardly understand them. "I ain't gonna..go anywherrre.."
"I'm afraid you must, I'm sorry-"
"Nooooo...I don't wanna be handled by some...idiot who slept with the One Who Waits!"
You froze. "Pardon?"
"Whatdya see in that guy anyway? He haaaates us all..he was..gonna kill us, right? And Lamby, too?" They grumbled, now sounding completely serious and irate. "Why don't you wanna be with Lamby? Or me? Or someone who isn't a monster...do ya hate us, too?"
"No, I don't hate anyone." You tried to reassure them. "But it's rude to speak of Narinder that way."
"But his stupid siblings..they...they hurt us so much because of him!" Tears began filling their eyes, their expression growing angrier. "Why did they have to come? What they did to us...was 'cuz of HIM! EVERYTHING is his fault!!!"
"I hear your pain, my friend. I really do. But Lamb believed-"
"WHAT ABOUT WHAT I BELIEVE?!" They raised their empty glass in a threatening manner, and you flinched, taking your hands off their robe in preparation for an attack.
But before anything could happen-
A black paw grabbed their wrist, claws digging into their flesh. Not enough to draw blood, but just enough to make it hurt and divert their attention to a certain angry feline.
"How irritating.." A trio of red eyes pierced through Narinder's veil as he scowled down at the follower. "I don't know whether you're more annoying now or when you're sober. You may scorn Lamb to your heart's content..but to threaten my spouse is a line you'll regret ever crossing. Now go lie down before I make you."
With a nod and a quiet whimper, they shakily set the glass down on the counter. And the moment he let their wrist go, they took off stumbling all the way to their shelter.
You frowned a little. "Darling, it's my job to lead them to-"
"They'll find their own way. Whatever they break can be fixed in no time." Narinder dismissed as he went to clean off the glass, while you plugged up the beer kegs for the night.
But as he rubbed and twisted the rag, he began thinking about what might've happened had he not intervened when he did..and it only made him angrier.
What if the glass was still full and they decided to spill it?
What if they threw it at your head?
What if they left tiny shards in your flesh and caused blood to pour down your face?
What if-?
*crack*
A sudden sharp pain in his paw pad made him wince slightly, realizing that the cup broke apart, a piece of glass now embedded in his own flesh.
Great.
"Oh no, let me take care of that for you, love."
He perked up at your voice, seeing you pull out a pair of tweezers and a roll of bandages from your robe pocket. "I can do it myself, you know."
"And risk getting more blood on the counter?" You pointed out the red splatters on the oak. "Heavens no."
Narinder chuffed, eventually turning his paw over and allowing you to tend to his injury. "Why do you allow them to speak to you that way? And being drunk is no excuse. They knew damn well what they were saying. They've disproved of our relationship from the start."
"So have plenty of others, including your own siblings, Nari. They'll come around eventually. I have all the faith in them."
"[Y/n]..they almost smashed a glass over your head. And I stopped them from doing so." He growled, frustrated at your lack of outrage. "You are content in letting such disrespect continue without punishment? Without consulting Lamb? If we cannot do anything about it, surely they can."
"I will let it go this one time. But only because I believe they won't do it again. I think they learned their lesson thanks to you." You simply reassured him, before you finished wrapping the gauze around his paw.
With a smile, you brought it up to your lips and kissed it, eyes flickering up to him. "You needn't worry, my darling. I am okay."
"...I'm not worrying about anything." Narinder scoffed, having difficulty hiding the blush beneath his fur. "I simply refuse to tolerate imbeciles who make obscene assumptions about us, thinking there'd be no repercussions."
"Of course, but in any case..thank you for coming to my defense."
"Hm.."
"Now come." You gently tugged him away from the drinkhouse, looping your arm around his. "I believe we have some farming plots to attend to. I promised Lamb I'd work on them in Leshy's steed, but what say...you pick out the seeds you wish to plant this time?"
Narinder's ears perked. "Hah. I thought you were about to tell me to gather fertilizer." He chuckled quietly. "You are too good to me sometimes."
"Well, I figured you could use a break. Come, come!"
And so he followed you to the farming area. While he could sense Heket still staring at him, knowing her grin was smug as ever, he didn't care about what she was thinking--or what anybody in the cult was thinking for that matter.
All that he cared about right now was vegetation would prosper best on this warm spring day.
Cult of the Lamb x Tall! Reader who loves giving piggyback rides. Headcanons.
The Lamb, Narinder, Leshy, Heket, Shamura & Kallamar.
(this will be with the bishops in follower form because i dont really think it would be possible to pick them up in their bishop forms).
Narinder
General:
He had returned from a crusade with the lamb, his legs were hurting a bit, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Someone else did though. He was not happy when he was lifted up into the air, out of nowhere.
Narinder can and will try anything to make you put him down, but upon realizing you're not putting him down, he accepts defeat.
When he suddenly gets put down on a bed, he realized that you probably somehow knew that his legs were hurting, and just wanted him to get some rest.
He will thank you, before asking you to leave.
Romantic:
Ngl he definetly enjoys the piggyback rides, as long as he initiates them.
If not then he will likely shout something along the lines of ''Put me down! I will not tolerate- oh its just you. Put me down please''.
Will purr lightly when recieving piggyback rides.
Can and will kiss the top of your head while up on your shoulders.
He enjoys cuddeling your back if you can't / dont want to have him up on your shoulders.
Loves the feeling of being big again. even if not as big as he used to be.
He will ask you to ensure that the lamb isnt around if you pick him up. He already got defeated by the lamb, he doesn't need to have them see him being given piggyback rides.
Heket
General:
I don't even know how you even picked her up in the first place to be honest.
Definetly enjoys them as long as people don't really see it.
Does kind of like it if you just carry her to the kitchen or just bring her food.
Also likes the feeling of being slightly bigger then everyone else, but the thought of how she looks alone is enough to turn her away for a majority of the time.
It reminds her of before she got slain by the lamb so she does find some joy in being carried around.
Romantic:
Heket does become a whole lot more fond of being given piggyback rides once you're in a relationship with her.
She will do anything to avoid you picking her up infront of the other ex-bishops (especially Leshy because he likely wont stop teasing her if he finds out).
Will probably ask you to take her somewhere if she doesn't feel like walking.
I feel like she has tried to jump onto your back atleast once.
She will kiss you one way or another whenever you pick her up.
Leshy
General:
I don't even know if its possible to give Leshy piggyback rides considering that, well, he's a worm.
He will try and wiggle out of your grasp if you pick him up.
Once he realizes that now he's far above everyone else, he feels happy, untill you or someone else, reminds him that he is currently being carried on your shoulders.
unless you hold him in place he can and will fall off you, unless he wraps around you like a scarf.
Romantic:
If you don't pick him up, he's definetly gonna try and slither onto you just so he can be on your shoulders, or somehwere else on you.
Makes for a very nice and alive scarf for the winter.
He will be cuddling you while he's wrapped around you in one way or another.
If its cold, he's basically glued to you.
He will ask you to just carry him sometimes.
Kallamar
General:
He is terrified when you first pick him up.
He's going through every single possibility as for why you would pick him up, and none of them are good.
Lowkey will have an anexiety attack if you don't tell him why you picked him up out of nowhere.
If you do it to him while he looks uncomfortable and bring him somewhere he can be alone for a bit he will probably try to thank you.
He is nervous so if you sense something is up and you go pick him up and take him somewhere to comfort him he's gonna be getting very close to you.
Romantic:
If he feels uncomfortable he can and will look for you.
You have become a safe space with the addition of maybe some cuddles.
Loves being picked up by you, makes him feel like he's not gonna get hurt.
Kallamar will hug you constantly while being given a piggyback ride.
He doesn't want to go back down once you pick him up, he has to though but he's not too happy about (too scared to really complain though).
if you're not gonna have him on your shoulders he'd likely prefer to be carried facing the front of you rather then your back. Mainly because he's scared he's gonna be attacked without you noticing.
Shamura
General:
Shamura was probably curious at first about what this ''piggyback ride'' thing you were talking about was.
Immidietly after you pick them up they get confused.
Just one moment ago you guys were talking, and now they're on your back.
Once you explain what piggyback rides are and why people give them, Shamura immidietly calms down, now knowing why they're currently on your back / shoulders.
Might rest their head on your head depending on how close they are to you and or if they're on your shoulders
Romantic:
Shamura will give you small kisses on top of your head whenever they're recieving piggyback rides.
If they have a feeling that they forgot that they needed to be somewhere, they'll go to you because you usually know.
If it wasn't for their injury, they would've given you piggyback rides as well.
They have read a book atleast once while sitting on your shoulders.
The Lamb / Lambert
General:
The Lamb had been on many crusades before, usually coming back un-injured.
Allthough one day in particular after a crusade they had gotten a somewhat bad leg injury.
You along with many other followers came up to see what was wrong. You being more then happy to carry your leader, gave the lamb a piggyback ride to the infirmary.
Once out of the infirmary they saw you carrying children around via piggyback rides as well
They definetly are curious as for why you're so willing to give people piggyback rides.
Will ask you about it one day, curious if you viewed them kind of like a child that day they had the leg injury.
Romantic:
The lamb loves recieving piggyback rides.
Whenever they return from a crusade uninjured and if nobody needs them at the moment, they will immidietly go to you, maybe ask you for a walk (mainly because if their legs get tired they can just ask for a piggyback ride).
Would give you piggyback rides if you werent as tall.
They love cuddling with you as you just walk around with them.
I imagine that their legs have been sore for some reason atleast once on a day where they had to perform a cermone so they just asked you if they could sit on your shoulders for the duration.
The one who waits/or/ Leshy x Lamb's sibling reader ()
The Lamb
The Serman was wonderful. Tom and Mars both just got married to the Lamb. You and your brother watched from afar as the newlyweds went to the bar. "Brother, you think I will be like that someday?" I asked him. He looks at me and nods. "I'm sure you'll find someone!" He said he put a flower crown on me. I smiled at my big sibling
The one who waits/Narinder
Narinder sat on the edge of the church. He hated the wedding bells, and the loud cheering when the married couple kissed. Tom and Mars just got married, and Narinder was somewhat jealous? The Lamb's sibling, a kind thoughtful Lamb, the one who got them married, was up for grabs. And Narinder wanted to be the one who stole their heart. He wanted to throw it in the lamb's face.
After the pretty wedding, he saw you and the lamb talking. He couldn't hear you both, but he knew he had to stop it and ask for your hand in marriage before someone else did. Even if it was poly, he didn't want to share. He walked up to you and grabbed your hand. You looked so pretty in a flower crown. "Listen here (Y/n)!" Narinder demanded your attention. The Lamb narrows his eyes at Narinder. "I want to marry you!" Narinder let out, and then put a paw to your cheek. You blushed and nodded furiously. "Yes! Yes!" You been waiting for this forever.
Leshy
Leshy was the flower person for the two people marrying, Tom and Mars.
He loved to smell the flowers, even if he couldn't see them. But there was something, or rather, someone. They smelled divine. And their name was (Y/n). Leshy had always had a thing for the soft little (Y/n). He even made his siblings promise not to kill you. You're a lamb, he should have killed you. He doesn't care anymore, he wants you. He's been in love with you since he captured you and the Lamb saved you. He couldn't bring himself, nor his siblings to even leave a scratch on you.
After the wedding was over, Leshy headed over to (Y/n) by her smell. "Hello (Y/n)." Leshy greeted. "Hey leshy!" By the simple smell, he knew the lamb must be close by. But he doesn't care. "How are you?" Leshy asks, beating around the bush. "I'm good!" You said back. "Will... Will you marry me?" Leshy asks, shyly. He jumped when he was hugged. "Oh! Of course!" You nuzzled him. He nuzzled back.
