#lambert drabble

[miniyellow5]

Gevil

They are scheming!!

Under the cut is just the doodle no color👍🏽

#cotl #cotl lambert #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #mini's drabbles/art

[beelebee]

His hair could represent Narinders divinity, in a way.

Floating and moving gracefully, with no apparent order or direction. Like sea waves, made of the finest ambrosia that only a god could drink. It was the only thing he liked about being chained for eternity, how much his hair had grown and how much movement it had thanks to his own power. 

But when he was defeated and his godhood was ripped away from him, that too disappeared. 

It was strange, to feel the actual weight of his hair instead of the chains, falling down his back and touching the ground until it dragged.

It fell over his face the first few days he lived in the cult after leaving the healing bay, and he fiddled with it quite a bit. After locking himself in the shelter the Lamb had given him, he could only contemplate what his hair looked like now that it had lost that divine distinctiveness. 

It was sickening. 

And today, in "I can't stand Angst, unless I'm the one doing it" I bring you a little drabble from my Narinder along with a drawing that took me longer than I would have liked to finish it. Here is more context on this AU

I write fanfiction, so expect more of this in the future.

You can also ask me anything, I would love to interact a lot more around here!

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[dapandapod]

There are few scarier things with Lambert than when he’s around children, and the children likes him. This Jaskier learned the hard way when he heard him and Ciri making smalltalk by the fire, thinking it was a perfectly innocent conversation. Which he shouldn’t have, because it is Lambert and Ciri.

“No, you are not thinking big enough. Dream big!” Lambert had said, waving around with his arms, and Ciri giggled. Could have been innocent, right?

Wrong.

The explosion rattles the already shaky foundation of Kaer Morhen.

From the distance, he hears a loud woop and an even louder “LAAAMBEEEERT!!!!”

#the witcher #drabble #kaer morons #Lambert #cirilla of cintra #jaskier #kaer morhen #dont trust the lambert lambert what a prick #explosions #somewhere in the background i have hid a #geraskier #because that is who i am as a person #dapanda writes

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Pretend

It was an unspoken rule that a Witcher never willingly removed their medallion unless the reason was life or death. As with most rules, there was an exception.

They were always the last thing to be removed whenever Lambert and Aiden fell into bed together. They could practically hear their elders lecturing them both but chose to ignore them, considering neither of them wanted the reminder of why this was a bad idea judging them from around each others throats.

For a few hours, they allowed themselves to pretend. They weren’t Cat and Wolf – hereditary enemies ever since a betrayal neither of them had played a part in. Hell, they weren't even Witchers. They were just Lambert and Aiden: Two occasional lovers who ran into one another in an inn. Nothing unusual in that.

Their medallions would be the first thing to be replaced when they came back to themselves but for now, they sat on the small wooden table. Their chains tangled together in a mimicry of their owners in a too small bed with not enough time.

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[cas-kingdom]

I think I’ll also add Geralt and “Poke me again and see what happens.”

Find the OC version of this fic here.

“Poke me again and see what happens,” Geralt spoke monotonously as he glanced over his shoulder. It was only after you felt his eyes on you that you realised he was talking to you. Which was shocking only because you hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. Before you could ask, he returned to his meal.

Your confused stare lingered on him a little longer, your tired mind attempting to catch up to his words, but you gave up after a moment or so. You’d been trying to sleep, curled up behind Geralt with a blanket and a pillow in the hall of Kaer Morhen. Though the witchers had all returned for the winter and were busy drinking and exchanging stories, you welcomed the clamour more than you found it difficult to rest with. It was a reminder, after all, that your family had remained in one piece for another year.

“Stop it, Y/N.”

Now that you were sure Geralt was addressing you, you turned on your side and propped yourself up with an elbow. “I’m not doing anything,” you insisted truthfully. “I’m just trying to sleep.”

Geralt glanced over his shoulder again and hummed, most likely in disagreement. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him once more. You were growing more restless by the minute, increasing each time Geralt told you to stop doing something you weren’t doing.

Staring ahead, your eyes caught Lambert’s, the redhead grinning from ear to ear in a very conspicuous way. He was supposedly having a conversation with Eskel and Coen, but Eskel and Coen seemed to be the only ones actually conversing. Knowing he was far too chipper to not be up to something, you narrowed your eyes at him, watching as he picked up a small stone from the ground, tossed it once in the air, took aim, and sent it sailing towards Geralt. It hit his shoulder and he tensed.

This time, you shot up in your makeshift bed, sending a look of utter hatred, eyes wide, brows furrowed, mouth open, to Lambert, who merely crossed his arms behind his head and settled back against his chair.

“You dick!” you hissed, just as Geralt turned to face you. You shook your head at him. “It was Lambert, Geralt.”

“Poke him again, Y/N! I wanna see what happens!” Lambert called. If looks could kill, the witcher need not worry about dying by a monster’s hand. You got to your feet, snatching up your pillow as you went, and stormed towards Lambert.

Lambert chuckled, clapping Eskel on the back. “Watch this,” he said. He remained still as you made quick work of rushing over to him, pillow raised high above your head. As soon as you neared him enough to attempt a solid hit, Lambert jolted upright, grabbed you, and pulled you onto his lap, tickling your sides so suddenly your arms jerked...

And hit Eskel instead.

Witcher Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

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[flowercrown-bard]

cw: mention of child abuse

Don’t pick me, Lambert thought, as the witcher scrutinized the line of new recruits.

It was too close to how Lambert’s father had looked at him and his siblings; his face flushed with drink and anger, as he decided which child to punish. Lambert had been so stupid pushing himself in front of his sister. He still wore the bruises of that day.

The witcher’s eyes narrowed on the boy standing next to him. Voltaire sucked in a sharp breath, trembling. Unthinking, Lambert took his hand and pulled him behind him.

Don’t pick me,he thought.

“Pick me,” he said.

#drabble #lambert #volthaire #witcher #my writing #ficlet

[kueble]

Last one for the night I think. @thepassifloradiscord

Explicit. Warnings: none. 100 words

Lambert/Jaskier (implied Geraskier)

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"Geralt said you had a mouth on you, though I doubt this is what he meant," Lambert says, laughing as he struggles to hold his hips I check.

"He knows better than most," Jaskier replies, smirking before swallowing him down again. He grabs Lambert’s hand and brings it to the back of his head, begging him to fuck him harder. He looks filthy on his knees, happily gagging around Lambert’s thick cock.

Lambert had reservations about letting the bard join them this winter, but as he slams his hips into Jaskier's hot wet mouth, he can't seem to remember them.

#the witcher #jaskier #lambert #bombard #my fic #drabble #drabble challenge #lambert x jaskier #jaskier x lambert

[jayofolympus-writes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lambert/Leo (The Witcher), Lambert/Voltehre (The Witcher) Characters: Lambert (The Witcher), Leo (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Drabble, Past Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Implied Relationships, I Shook A Witcher And Intergenerational Trauma Fell Out (The Witcher), Canon Compliant, Game-Canon Lambert (The Witcher) Summary:

Lambert's dreams haunt him.

#i wrote a thing #witcher lambert #witcher leo #witcher voltehre #drabble

[lambden]

Hey, what do you say about Coën/Lambert, arranged marriage AU? Thanks, Ledgea!

well this is certainly not three sentences and is in fact 900 words. the idea GRIPPED me i love u i’m sorry i never adhere to any writing challenge properly

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The steel head of Lambert’s axe buries itself in the old wood of the training structure. Lambert wishes his blow would have brought the whole damn thing tumbling down the mountain. Maybe then Vesemir would be angry enough with him to call off today’s proceedings, and Lambert would have another night to plan his getaway.

Not that he particularly wants to get away from here— that’s the problem. All these years spent growing to trust a group of people the way he thought he never would, and now he’s to be given away like a prized sire. He would turn and run if he didn’t know for a fact that it would break his brothers’ hearts, and Vesemir’s too. So he resigns himself to chopping wood that definitely isn’t meant to be chopped, and angrily shouting all the while.

“You haven’t changed,” says a gentle, nervous voice; Lambert looks over expecting to see someone much younger. It is, sure enough, a familiar face— but the face and body have changed so much. He remembers playing knights with a young kid who bore that same soft timbre, a kid from a faraway land who only visited a few times before blinking out of Lambert’s life forever. However, that kid had cemented himself in Lambert’s memories and not only by being a big softy; Lambert remembers especially enjoying their time together as Coën knew all the weirdest, scariest details about monsters.

Coën. That had been his name, right? Lambert takes in his changed appearance. His chin and cheek are marred by scars, the remnants of some past skin condition, and his frame is slender but strong. He’s not as wide as Lambert but he’s got some muscle. He looks every part the knight that they used to imagine he was, from the chain mail to the weathered boots.

“Coën,” Lambert says, stumbling towards him before he can think any better of the impulse, pulling him into a hug. The other man stalls for a second before reciprocating the embrace, and Lambert is delighted to find out he was right about those muscles. Not that he’ll ever be able to act on this knowledge, he remembers with no small amount of bitterness. “You here to rescue me?”

“Rescue you?” Coën makes a show of glancing around the empty training grounds; that’s right, he had been a smarmy little know-it-all, Lambert forgot! Lambert always had a thing for smugness; must be why he liked the kid. “You don’t seem particularly endangered.”

“And yet,” he laughs coldly. “My days as a free man are numbered. I’m to be married off to a Griffin at sunset.” The hand-embroidered beast on Coën’s chest suddenly stands out, and Lambert realizes aloud: “Suppose that’s why you’re here. You part of the delegation?”

“I’m part of the sacrificial offering,” Coën corrects him. “I’m to be married to the youngest Wolf at sunset, so I fear we’re in the same boat, my old friend.”

Lambert’s stomach does a sort of flip, and he inhales sharply. “Fuck. The very same, then.” Coën frowns, his brows growing close together, and Lambert quickly clarifies, “I’m the youngest Wolf.”

“Fuck,” echoes Coën. On his lips, it sounds softer than it ever has coming from Lambert. Lambert can’t stop staring now that he knows the truth— he had imagined some young asshole Griffin that would take great pride in making Lambert his groom without any care for him. But Coën is one of the most caring people Lambert has ever known. He forces himself to rethink the situation as the confused man stammers, “How could you be the youngest? You’re— you don’t look young at all! I mean, not— you’ve certainly grown—“

“As have you,” Lambert grins rudely. “I must admit, Keldar’s description was beyond vague. Had I known that you were my betrothed—“

“What, you wouldn’t be fighting with a pillar at the top of a cold mountain?” Coën laughs, happy and surprised. Lambert just watches him, struggling to keep from smiling too widely and scaring him off. “Yeah, well, if I’d known, I wouldn’t have bitched so much on the way up here.”

“Right.” A very terrible idea rises to the top of Lambert’s mind, and as he is so often prone to do, he immediately seizes onto the notion and sets his heart on making it happen. “You know what? I think I know how we can really piss off both Vesemir and Keldar, and get out of this stupid arrangement. Did you ride on horseback up here?”

-

“Leave it to Lambert to ruin his own arranged marriage by fucking eloping,” Eskel marvels. The keep has never been busier what with the extra wedding guests and everyone running around looking for the two grooms, but Lambert’s brothers know better than to try to seek him out. The only way to find Lambert once he’s gone into hiding is to wait it out— that, or offer a really high cash reward so he can turn himself in. And they just lost a very prosperous deal, so they don’t exactly have the funds for that.

Geralt just takes a long drink from Lambert’s ceremonial wedding wine in response.

Up at the head table, where the young Wolf and Griffin would have exchanged their vows, Vesemir and Keldar instead exchange an amused— and triumphant— look. The plan went better than they could have imagined.

#originally this was only the last three paragraphs but i . i had to #lambcoen fic #lambcoen #lambert #coën #ledgea #asks #drabble meme #my writing

[miniyellow5]

Lamb and the spouses I have had them marry because mostly they were quests at first, so I fulfilled them. Although there's little things I think they did/have starting off with the first two spouses, talked about Webber (they were the second spouse)

It's pretty long so I'll put a cut! ^^ ↓

First spouse was named Hegreon, they were a bit old but thought it would make their time left a bit more happier :']..

I'd like to think they made lamb lil wooden jewelry so when I doodle little trinkets on their horns that's what it is cx

Thought I'd include this video because it correlates with another doodle, and surprise surpriseee its colored!!

Their lil peepaw hat,, this is Tyna, they're the 3rd spouse! :))

Their facts are that they're easily jealous, don't like the fact Lamb married 2 new spouses currently (IT WAS ANOTHER QUEST... SORRY TYNA...), although that's the married one.

Understands sign language! :)) Lamb uses it so they'll do it back to them, but they won't engage while they're upset with them... making Lamb have to read their thoughts. They can be a lil grudgefull but it wears off after 3 days or so, an amazing cook. Apparently will pet name Lamb when drunk, they always refer them to Leader. They're a lot more formal about their title of being wedded to Lamb... but they still love the affection.

The side quest married duo, the unicorn brothers (left to right) Yaranjual & Fitre:

Sorry lamb

I had Lamb believe that marrying the cult members who wanted to be wedded with them would make their life a little happier, they know their lives are short so through this it can make this borrowed time more full circled...

They care too much... they love their lil followers

---I FORGOT TO DOWNLOAD CERTAIN IMAGES.. WILL REPOST...---

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl lamb #cotl lambert #cotl red crown #doodles #mini's drabbles/art

[lifeinacartoonart]

Drabble Fic Based on WindRiver

Possible spoilers ahead for those who haven't seen the movie. The following drabble pertains to a scene in the movie's conclusion. It's recommended that you view the movie prior to perusing this content.

Cory Lambert sat at Jane Banner's bedside in the small hospital room, a magazine in his hands. The pale light filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow over her still form. The events that had brought them here were nothing short of tragic, but amidst the pain and sorrow, there was an unspoken connection that had formed between them.

Cory cleared his throat softly, his eyes flickering over the pages of the magazine before him. His deep voice filled the quiet room as he read aloud, the words weaving a tapestry of distraction from the harsh reality they were facing. Jane's eyes, though heavy-lidded, held a glimmer of appreciation as she listened to his soothing tone.

The article was mundane, some piece about travel destinations, a world far removed from the harshness of the Wind River reservation. But it didn't matter. What mattered was the simple act of Cory being there, reading to her. His presence was a balm for her wounded spirit, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there could be moments of solace.

As he continued to read, the lines between their roles as hunter and FBI agent blurred. They were just two people, finding a brief respite in each other's company. Cory's fingers occasionally brushed against hers as he turned the pages, a touch that spoke volumes in its gentleness.

And in that hospital room, with the soft rustle of paper and the steady beat of Jane's heart monitor, they found a quiet understanding. The past could not be changed, but in the tenderness of that moment, they forged a connection that held the promise of a future, however uncertain it might be.

#wind river #cory lambert #jane banner #jeremy renner #fanfiction #writing #drabble fic

[dapandapod]

“You need to steady your wrist, don’t let it- exactly, don’t let it angle like that.” Lambert instructs the 12 year old in front of him, in front of a very imposing, very tied up straw man.

“Like this?” Ciri shows her technique by punching the straw sack with a sour face painted on. “No, more like this. Also, don’t aim for their face, aim behind it. Like you wanna punch through it.” “Gross. I want to try it.” Ciri grins. “Go ahead, cub.” 

The imposing, very tied up straw man gets a sucker punch straight on his imaginary nose.

(Written for @thepassifloradiscord drabble challenge)

#sucker punches #the witcher #lambert #ciri #witcher lambert #dont trust my advice for punching people #i was only about the aim part #havent had the opportunity to try it yet #drabble challenge #dapanda writes

[shy-urban-hobbit]

CW: past abuse

Early on in their romantic relationship, after a truly shit day an over-stimulated Lambert pushes Aiden away with a snarl of how he "Fucking hates people touching him there!" when the other offers him a hug and one of his hands drifts to the back of Lambert's neck.

After the initial 'wtf?' reaction - because this is the first Aiden's heard of this and he's touched Lambert there multiple times over their years travelling together - he's willing to let it go. Lambert's set a boundary (no matter how harshly) and he'll respect it. Lambert however, feels that he owes the other some semblance of an explanation once he's calmed down.

He tells Aiden that it reminds him too much of when he was a kid. Of his father laying a heavy, threatening hand there while Lambert lied about how he'd gotten another black eye. How both he and the Masters at Kaer Morhen would scruff him to drag him kicking and screaming to places he didn't want to go. A crushing hand placed there to pin him down while he received yet another caning for being too mouthy, for not being fast enough, not being good enough. A parody of a comforting hand resting there as he was herded towards Sad Albert before being strapped down.

He hasn't told his brothers - he hasn't told anyone before this because it's nothing compared to Geralt having to shoulder the Butcher reputation and Eskel literally having people run away screaming as soon as they set eyes on him, and it's not like regular townsfolk and whores like to get overly touchy feely with Witchers anyway so outside of the keep it's never really been much of an issue.

From then on, Aiden is mindful of not touching Lambert there and loudly telegraphing his movements if it's a necessity.

#the witcher #the witcher drabble #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert #CW past abuse

[seytazen]

#seytazen’s drabbles #fan art #daily does of headcannons #cotl lamb #cotl art #lambert #The Lamb #Cult of the Lamb #cult of the lamb fanart

[spacecores]

Prompt fill from @thepassifloradiscord Team Bingo event. Square for hand holding. :) AO3

A warm, steady hand slips into his left while a slimmer, agile hand threads to his right. Lambert takes a centering breath and looks to each of his partners. Coën, grounding and supportive, no matter the circumstance. Aiden, impulsive but eager to spin a solution out of any problem. The three of them together could handle any situation, even this one.

The walk through the cemetery together is dreary despite the warmth of the sun, as always. They stop at a simple marker, worn but well cared for.

“Hey Ma, these are my partners. I love them so fucking much.”

#lamcoden #aiden x coen x lambert #lambert #witcher aiden #witcher coen #the passiflora discord #the witcher #i wrote this #baby's first drabble i'm Stressed but also i love these blorbos

[jaroftears]

hey guess what

Sleep-Addled

Lambert gets dressed for the day with assistance from Narinder

——— More fluffy oneshot/Drabble bc I’m having fun

#cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl narinder #cotl #cotl lamb #narinder cotl #narinder x lamb #true devotion #fanfiction #my fics #fics #drabble #or oneshot or smth idk