#lamb x reader

The two cult leaders were very different from each other. Lamb seemed to others to be more gentle and calm, while Goat were more short-tempered, more aggressive. But there was something that united them, besides the status of leaders. You were their lover, the one who was closest to the two leaders and whom the other followers treated with respect and slight caution, because once you were able to conquer the hearts of the cult leaders, then you were worth considering. You usually kept an eye on what was happening in the cult while the leaders were away and made sure that everything was in order with the followers, because the leaders often left to make the cult stronger

In the days when they were both in the cult, you could always find something to do. You worked with the others, not letting yourself relax. Seeing how hard you've been working, Lamb wanted you to get some rest. They knew perfectly well that you were responsible and did a lot for the benefit of the cult, and therefore they were sure that you deserved a rest. They called you to them and just hugged you, allowing you to finally relax. You pressed your cheek against their fur and closed your eyes. You didn't have to be strong around Lamb. Next to them, you could be someone who needed care, and Lamb was happy to give you that care

Goat usually didn't wait for you to finish your business. Instead, they came to you and literally carried you away, even if you were against it. They were physically stronger than you, and even if you had tried to break free, you would not have succeeded. They demanded your attention to themselves and weren't going to let you be distracted by someone else. They'd find a good spot in the shade and put their heads in your lap. At such moments, you would smile softly and stroke them, sometimes scratching between their horns. Goat were more than happy with this and no one dared to interfere with you, because then they would have been displeased with the leader, and if Lamb expressed their displeasure more calmly, albeit frighteningly, Goat were not going to remain silent and were ready to get very angry at the one who violated your cozy peace

They knew they could trust you to take care of the cult members while they were gone. Every time they returned, tired, wounded, but victorious, everything was fine in the cult lands. You made sure that everyone was full and everyone had something to do. You took care of the sick and the elderly, stopped conflicts between followers and greeted them with a sincere smile. Of course, they had responsibilities that they performed, but then they could afford to rest and you were with them, listening to what happened to them during their absence. They felt much calmer next to you and didn't even notice how they fell asleep hugging you from both sides

He just needs comfort sometimes. It’s scary, being a prey species in the hybrid world. He’s often picked on, singled out and bullied for being weak and small.

But you’re different! You play with his fluffy ears and give him forehead kisses, letting him snuggle into you and bury his face in your chubby belly.

You’re so warm and soft, always defending him and making sure you’re a safe place for him to go to… of course he’d fall in love.

Your plump thighs and soft arms made cuddles all the better! Being with you was like being surrounded by a plush and warm cloud… he never wanted to leave.

During a particularly cold and windy day, he stared at you, his eyes a little hazy with tiredness. He shivered slightly, his warm cardigan not doing the trick.

“Mmm?”

He put his hand on your thigh, looking up at you with his pleading doe eyes. You smiled, laying down, and he instantly dove into your arms, his little fluffy tail wagging furiously.

The outside world was harsh and cold, but here, in your soft and chubby arms, he was safe and warm. No one could hurt him here…

“I love you…” he murmured into your neck, his pink nose twitching as his cheeks turned red. He was surprised when you cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a soft kiss.

“I love you too…”

Snuggles that day were a little warmer than usual… probably because of how much he was blushing… and how happy he was to be all yours~

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Basically the scenario is that while Lambert is on a crusade they discover a dead body of a lamb who has recently been sacrificed but before they could leave the area they hear crying coming from the lamb who has been sacrificed and upon investigating it they find a baby Lamb (reader)hidden in there mother's wool visibly hungry and in need of a guardian.

I just it'll be a cute scenario having Lambert discovering that there no longer the only lamb.

Lambert x baby lamb!reader (platonic)

i know this is going to sit in the queue for like a day or two before it goes up and ill probably be better by then but my throat hurts so bad hisshiss notes: reader is gn, short post, post focuses on the events after bringing you home to the cult, lambert is implied to have been orphaned young cws: none

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English is not my first language so I apologize if something is spelled wrong!

(I prefer to imagine that you came from a land far from the lands of the old faith)

(But you can also imagine that in some miraculous way you survived the massacre of the bishops! Is up to you!)

When Lambert found you they was a mix of emotions

I mean he is now no longer the only lamb in the lands of the old faith!

immediately you were brought into theyr cult

Yeah they are protective

You will rarely be alone when they are in the cult

There will always be a little lamb following you or watching you from afar to ensure your safety

Lambert found a golden skull necklace? It goes straight to you

He likes to pamper you and no one can make me think otherwise

they do think about their family in a distant land, maybe just him comforting his spouse who misses home just a little bit

The reader is the god of adventure. They don’t really have a cult like the other gods did, being a person that was on the move too much to settle down and form one. But they frequently travel to places that are either in abundance of adventure or where the people desperately need one.

Lambert is constantly having to stop the reader from dragging their cultists into dangerous adventures or is having to deal with reader following them around as they crusade against the other gods and dragging him into some more adventures against his will.

(Reader isn’t malicious, perhaps just a little ignorant to how much damage the mortal body can take)

With nearly all of the old gods having fallen to the Bishops ages ago, Lamb never expected to meet any of them..

Until he did, in fact, meet one such god:

You, the God of Adventure, who only survived the wars/massacres by simply moving from place to place all the time.

This made you difficult for the Bishops to track.

Your singular purpose was to seek out people who were in desperate need of an escape from their routine lives and give them new adventures/quests to undertake.

You've basically invented crusading...so why the Bishops wanted to destroy you and that very concept was baffling.

In a way, you've helped the Old Faith grow stronger. They should've been thanking you instead of hunting you like an animal.

After a few centuries, you passed by Lamb's cult and quietly observed its growing size, never straying too far.

Despite having followers who worshipped you, you've never actually settled anywhere to start your own official cult. But they've adopted a nomadic lifestyle in your name.

Wherever you went, they were never far behind, spreading your gospel...although after Narinder's betrayal, many of them went into hiding or got captured, leaving you to be slowly forgotten about.

But seeing Lamb's followers going on missionaries gave you an idea..

Of course, an immortal god couldn't feel the thrill of "dangerous" adventures and would never know what it's like to have a close brush with death.

So..why not become mortal instead?

Thus, you made a pact with your Crown to dull its powers, showing up to Lamb's cult as a humble creature looking for a new home.

Obviously the Red Crown sensed your godhood and it made them wary of letting you stick around.

But you've proven you're trustworthy enough.

Now you're tasked with assigning missionaries to followers and accompanying them in the Bishops' domains.

If several are going at once to different places..you prioritize whoever had the lowest chance of survival to ensure a safe trip home (which may or may not involve you giving a few subtle blessings to them).

However you've found yourself dragging them into danger quite a few times while evading hostile creatures and traps (especially in Silk Cradle where they seemed to be at every turn).

Even when Lamb's crusading, you'll cross paths with them sometimes and end up running right into heretic territory.

While you can't die from old age, your mortal body still has its limits....and Lamb only had to revive you once.

Ofc you don't remember that and brush off their concerns.

"Oh come on, little Lamb. What's adventure without a little danger every now and then? There's no fun in beelining it to the Bishops and not exploring the world around you!"

"...the only things that are "around us" are centipedes that spit acid and giant axe traps-"

"Then let's go to where they reside!"

The Traveler — A “Drable Shot”

➸ Note from yours truly: Very sorry for such a long inactive period, school has been a nightmare. Also sorry for making you wait so long for me to make this anon! I might have taken it a different way then you wanted so very sorry if I did.

⟢Featuring:

Enby Reader, Undefined Relationship, Tall!Reader, Undefined Species Reader

⇢ Divided into sections, 90-110 words each

⌦ Meetings 🗒

The lamb was on a crusade, running low on some resources. They sliced down some grass as they entered a new room. The room was empty, making the lamb tense and preparing for an attack. Their heart pounded as they walked deeper into the area, no sign of life anywhere.

They jumped when a figure appeared in front of them. The lamb fell backwards being so surprised by such a sudden appearance. The stranger let out a laugh, reaching down to offer the lamb a hand. The lamb watched them remove their hood before taking their hand.

“... who are you?” the lamb asked.

“Call me [?]!” the lemur-like stranger answered.

⌦ Encounter 🗒

The lamb had not seen the stranger since that day, despite going on travels constantly to try to find them. It was getting annoying just how many times they got their hopes up only to be ambushed. Was the stranger gone? Had they moved to a different region? The lamb could only wonder.

“Why so beat up?” a voice from behind the lamb inquired.

The lamb let out a surprised squeak before turning around to see [?] hanging upside down from a branch. The lamb glared as they cleared their throat and tried to hide the fact that [?] got the jump on them.

“Was looking for you,” the lamb answered.

“... oh.”

⌦ Embarrassed 🗒

The lamb fidgeted as they sat outside of the door to Leshy’s domain. They had known [?] for a month now and had taught the traveler how to make it to the area. They were just waiting now, holding a small box in their lap. They hoped [?] liked their gift.

[?] wandered out of the door, sitting down to the shaking smaller creature. They ruffled the wool below the floating crown, giving the crown a playful glare before looking to meet the lamb’s gaze.

“How are you chops?” [?] grinned softly as they tilt their head at the box in the lamb’s lap.

The lamb shoved it at them, refusing to meet eyes.

⌦ Gifts 🗒

[?] fumbled the box in their hands as they sat there, the lamb had disappeared back into their cult grounds. They opened it, placing the lid beside them. They gasped seeing the item inside. It was a golden bracelet with a message carved into it. [?]’s eyes gleamed in joy as they placed it onto their wrist. They paused, thinking of how to return the favor.

°˖✧✿✧˖°

The lamb would wake up in the middle of the night to a box sitting right next to their pillow. They opened it, a small smile formed when they saw the collection of herbs in the box. They sighed, shaking their head. How nice…

⌦ Worship 🗒

The lamb wandered to the center ground of the doors to see [?] sitting on the steps leading up to the large golden door. They perked up when they saw the lamb, waving them over. The lamb quickly walked over sitting on the seat below them.

“... I’m happy I got to know you chops,” [?] said messing with the bracelet they wore. “You gave me a home you could say.”

“What are you saying?” the lamb asked, confused on what [?] was implying.

“I don’t want to wander anymore, no need to,” they rubbed their neck as they sighed. “What I mean to say is…”

“You can join.”

“Thank you #^$&.”

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