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Lambert was not one to be afraid.
He trained regularly, building up his stamina and strength until it eventually showed on his body and his arms that you loved so much. If he was strong physically, he was strong mentally. It was a solid theory until he met loved you.
Y/N - the jewel of his heart, the apple of his eye. You fanned his flames whilst lighting him up on fire and you almost did, literally. The only one who could calm the storm within him was the same person who could make his blood vessels burst.
He had seen lots of things on the years he had spent on the path - beautiful women who turned into blood sucking monsters, big-eyed creatures who turned into demonic hellspawns but nothing could have prepared him for the threat he was about to face.
“Y/N, please.” He begged. “Put that thing down.”
“Oh, come on!” You frowned at him, lips puckered into a pout as you brought that thing closer to him as if proximity was the issue. “Look at its cute baby face.”
He stepped back, shuddering at the sight before him. The snake hissed at him while you cooed to it, its beady eyes never leaving his while he struggled to come up with a plan. He could kill it. That he could but his sword was out of reach and he absolutely would not leave you alone with that thing.
It slithered around your wrist and he swore it was taunting him.
“Are you scared, Lambert? Scared of this itty bitty garden snake?”
He scoffed, offended at the thought.
Witchers were practically invincible, having only a certain number of things that were potentially deadly and fatal to one, was top tier on this god forsaken path but you however, were not a Witcher. Not even close.
Magic flowed through your veins but that did not mean you were invincible or immune to venom or poison or the occasional sickness.
“Are you a hundred percent sure that thing isn’t poisonous?”
You cackled, pressing a kiss on the top of its scaly head.
“Y/N,” He began slowly. “I understand that you think not all monsters are monsters but trust me when I say that you are holding a freak of nature which may or may not be poisonous. I beg you, please put it down.”
“Venomous,” You said simply. “You mean venomous.”
“Y/N.”
“Fine.” You relented, pouting when you let the snake coil on the tree branches.
“Absolutely not.” He marched to the tree and grabbed the snake, forcing down a shudder at the scaly texture before trudging over to the edge of the keep, flinging it down the mountain.
“Lambert!”